#i have a video on part of this but i can go more in depth

[bay2slim]

˚₊‧꒰ა ed tips ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

( in depth…)

(skip don’t report pleasee)

- diet soda (not a very healthy choice)but a tasty one

- gum! i love gum especially when ik i just wanna eat something because im bored 🤔

-safe foods!!find ur fave low cal food heres some of mine⬇️

tuna packs (70-120 cals) i love adding stuff to these! also a good source for protein

pickles for obvious reasons (0-5 cals)

popcorn!!! there’s so many low cal options its kind of a “volume” snack to me (80-160 cals)

club crackers mini aghhh i love theses another “volume”snack in my opinion cmon 34 pisces for (140 cals)

gold fish LOVE (120cal)

shrimp is a nice choice each shrimp is like under 10cals (70-100 cals)

LIGHT string cheese i honestly like it way better that the original (50cals)

monsters or any other low cal energy drink(also not a very good choice) (5-20 cals)

cucumbers i rec adding something on top like lemon pepper/juice, Chamoy, tajin or any other low cal topping (10-45 cals)

pita crackers!! another must for me✋i’ve found that i’ve cut out corn chips since i’ve tried pita crackers they’re great for dips or just a side snack(130cals)

(i have lots of more food recommendations if y’all want more!!)

- check your weight daily or a few times a week i find this helps motivate me especially when i eat more than i should and start gaining.

-make sure you’re taking some kind of vitamin/supplement every day!!(you don’t wanna develop any more of a deficiency)

-do something that burns calories like walking, an at home workout, just dance,etc.

-TEA try making a cup of tea instead of feeding into ur hunger pangs

-read!!(one of my personal favs;) distract yourself with a book, especially if you’re a ao3/wp girly🤭(iykyk)

-music🎧 i love listening to music and just scrolling through pinterest or organizing my phone

-SCROLL ON TUBLR(like the last tip ^)

-go outside. you can find a place to sit get some fresh air i like to go out on my trampoline and watch videos/music:)

-hobbies!!!find yourself a hobby i like to distract myself by making kandi bracelets i also like to paint or any other arts and crafts.

-FASTING!! fasting is a major part of my daily life now i fast every day for at least 15-20hr a day

-watch yt,a show, or a movie. i like to distract myself with long forms of media. (i recommend watching some lolcow commentary on yt 💀)

-clean/organize! you can clean or organize things in your room,bathroom,kitchen,etc..

-self care🌟 i recommend taking care the outside of your body<3 (cause girl I know the inside ain’t doing too well😣) if you need motivation or ideas go on TikTok or YouTube watch some sc video:)

-make sure you have a meta day(basically a day for your metabolism where you eat at a normal calorie intake this is to make sure ur metabolism doesn’t crash)

-after a long binge when you decide to restrict again, make sure you do it slowly (restricting your calorie intake too fast can also cause your metabolism to crash)

[zerogravityinq]

Too long to just tag so here we go

First off I go by ship: Tomarry, Snarry, Victuuri, Superbat, Dead on Main, insert platonic ships here

I sort by updated then by word count then by bookmarks then by kudos and, last resort, by hits. I also apply any filters I immediately don't want (character x reader, fem!male character, bad parent Bruce Wayne, rape, joker x anyone, etc) then slowly remove those tags as I find less to read.

I go to authors I have a lot of bookmarks from (usually jube and theressurectionist lately) and see if they have a new fict up or if they bookmarked something new.

I download ficts to read so if I see I have been reading a lot of a particular fict or ficts with a certain tag, I look for that tag and do the sorting method I mentioned above.

If I am really fixated on a certain tag (intersex omegas, no capes au, Danny and Damian are twins, fourth example here) then I dig through that whole tag until I find everything I think is worth reading.

I scroll TikTok for a bit and have some videos (really screenshot photo slideshows) saved of fict recs. I go to look for those. Also fandom skits I have saved, I check the comments for fict recs based on that skit (that's how I found the 413 series).

Next I head to tv tropes and look at fandoms that have a fict rec section (it's usually only huge fandoms) and go through those. I also check their fanworks section.

Last is Tumblr and I check to see on my following and for you page for any ficts posted or fict recs from there.

Extreme last is when I am in an old ship (snarry) and go digging through dream journal and live journal and old ship manifestos and see if I can find old fandom gems I hadn't read in forever and play archaeologist to find the ficts to download to read. A lot of those are bad but occasionally I find some that I missed reading (like mirror of maybe). More than a few are on AO3 now but sometimes the fansites are still up and I can still download from there.

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Now I never have a million tabs open of ficts. If the fict is over 10k I mark it for later and download it to read in moon+ reader on my phone. If I like it, I mark it as read then bookmark it to save it as a rec (if complete) or watch it for updates (if WIP). I don't use subscriptions since I have 3 ao3 accounts and for like two of them, the bookmarks overlap so I wind up with two emails for the same ficts and it's just not worth it. I need to fix that one day.

And that's the method to my madness. As always feel free to dig in my bookmarks. I read a lot of HP, DC, DP x DC, Yuri on Ice and I write so yeah.

Okay I have a follow up question from a poll I started today, which is tied into the concept of fic discoverability.

I would be fascinated to know how you normally find fics to read, and your reasoning about it, if any. Has your behaviour changed over time? What fandom are you in?

[kotori-mochi]

Can't afford art school?

After seeing post like this 👇

And this gem 👇

As well as countless of others from the AI generator community. Just talking about how "inaccessible art" is, I decided why not show how wrong these guys are while also helping anyone who actually wants to learn.

Here is the first one ART TEACHERS! There are plenty online and in places like youtube.

📺Here is my list:

Proko (Free, mostly teaches anatomy and how to draw people. But does have art talks and teaches the basics.)

Marc Brunet (Free but he does have other classes for a cheap price. Use to work for Blizzard and teaches you everything)

Aaron Rutten (free, tips about art, talks about art programs and the best products for digital art)

BoroCG (free, teaches a verity of art mediums from 3D modeling to digital painting. As well as some tips that can be used across styles)

Jesse J. Jones (free, talks about animating)

Jesus Conde (free, teaches digital painting and has classes in Spanish)

Mohammed Agbadi (free, he gives some advice in some videos and talks about art)

Ross Draws (free, he does have other classes for a good price. Mostly teaching character designs and simple backgrounds.)

SamDoesArts (free, gives good advice and critiques)

Drawfee Show (free, they do give some good advice and great inspiration)

The Art of Aaron Blaise ( useful tips for digital art and animation. Was an animator for Disney. Mostly nature art)

Bobby Chiu ( useful tips and interviews with artist who are in the industry or making a living as artist)

Sinix Design (has some tips on drawing people)

Winged canvas (art school for free on a verity of mediums)

Bob Ross (just a good time, learn how to paint, as well as how too relax when doing art. "there are no mistakes only happy accidents", this channel also provides tips from another artist)

Scott Christian Sava (Inspiration and provides tips and advice)

Pikat (art advice and critiques)

Drawbox (a suggested cheap online art school, made of a community of artist)

Skillshare (A cheap learning site that has art classes ranging from traditional to digital. As well as Animation and tutorials on art programs. All under one price, in the USA it's around $34 a month)

Human anatomy for artist (not a video or teacher but the site is full of awesome refs to practice and get better at anatomy)

Second part BOOKS, I have collected some books that have helped me and might help others.

📚Here is my list:

The "how to draw manga" series produced by Graphic-sha. These are for manga artist but they give great advice and information.

"Creating characters with personality" by Tom Bancroft. A great book that can help not just people who draw cartoons but also realistic ones. As it helps you with facial ques and how to make a character interesting.

"Albinus on anatomy" by Robert Beverly Hale and Terence Coyle. Great book to help someone learn basic anatomy.

"Artistic Anatomy" by Dr. Paul Richer and Robert Beverly Hale. A good book if you want to go further in-depth with anatomy.

"Directing the story" by Francis Glebas. A good book if you want to Story board or make comics.

"Animal Anatomy for Artists" by Eliot Goldfinger. A good book for if you want to draw animals or creatures.

"Constructive Anatomy: with almost 500 illustrations" by George B. Bridgman. A great book to help you block out shadows in your figures and see them in a more 3 diamantine way.

"Dynamic Anatomy: Revised and expand" by Burne Hogarth. A book that shows how to block out shapes and easily understand what you are looking out. When it comes to human subjects.

"An Atlas of animal anatomy for artist" by W. Ellenberger and H. Dittrich and H. Baum. This is another good one for people who want to draw animals or creatures.

Etherington Brothers, they make books and have a free blog with art tips.

📝As for Supplies, I recommend starting out cheap, buying Pencils and art paper at dollar tree or 5 below. If you want to go fancy Michaels is always a good place for traditional supplies. They also get in some good sales and discounts. For digital art, I recommend not starting with a screen art drawing tablet as they are usually more expensive.

For the Best art Tablet I recommend either Xp-pen, Bamboo or Huion. Some can range from about 40$ to the thousands.

💻As for art programs here is a list of Free to pay.

Clip Studio paint ( you can choose to pay once or sub and get updates. Galaxy, Windows, macOS, iPad, iPhone, Android, or Chromebook device. )

Procreate ( pay once for $9.99 usd, IPAD & IPHONE ONLY)

Blender (for 3D modules/sculpting, animation and more. Free)

PaintTool SAI (pay but has a 31 day free trail)

Krita (Free)

mypaint (free)

FireAlpaca (free)

Aseprite ($19.99 usd but has a free trail, for pixel art Windows & macOS)

Drawpile (free and for if you want to draw with others)

IbisPaint (free, phone app ONLY)

Medibang (free, IPAD, Android and PC)

NOTE: Some of these can work on almost any computer like Clip and Sai but others will require a bit stronger computer like Blender. Please check their sites for if your computer is compatible.

So do with this information as you will but as you can tell there are ways to learn how to become an artist, without breaking the bank. The only thing that might be stopping YOU from using any of these things, is YOU.

I have made time to learn to draw and many artist have too. Either in-between working two jobs or taking care of your family and a job or regular school and chores. YOU just have to take the time or use some time management, it really doesn't take long to practice for like an hour or less. YOU also don't have to do it every day, just once or three times a week is fine.

Hope this was helpful and have a great day.

"also apologies for any spelling or grammar errors, I have Dyslexia and it makes my brain go XP when it comes to speech or writing"

[urlocal-limitesshbic]

*.˗ˏˋ Use DEILD to enter the void in secondsˎ˗.*

~featuring a lucid dreamer’s unintended success story I found on YouTube~

Incoming Topics..

*PART 1 <RECAP: What is Deild? >*

*PART 2 < The success story >*

*PART 3 < How to use DEILD for the Void >*

*PART I < What is the DEILD method? > *

If you haven’t read my original post on DEILD I have linked it down below towards the end of this one. I recommend checking it out for an in depth tutorial on the method, but I’ll give a quick explanation here as well-

To put it simply, it is a technique that is traditionally used to get fast and easy lucid dreams. Upon waking you lie still and keep your eyes closed, tricking your body into thinking that you never woke up and then within seconds the dream reforms except now you’re aware in it! You can also create a new dream or you might enter a false awakening which becomes a lucid dream. This method works SO QUICKLY it’s seriously like a LD method shortcut!

I’ve heard of lucid dreamers talking about the void before but after watching a YouTubers video about a lucid dream he had, I realized he actually used the DEILD technique to go straight to the void in SECONDS, unintentionally! Which is something I hadn’t thought about doing before-merging the lucid dream technique WITH 👏🏼 THE VOID 👏🏼 TECHNIQUES!! 👏🏼 So for those of you attempting to enter the void state from a lucid dream, this can be used as a SHORTCUT on top of a SHORTCUT! 🙌🏼 Yes ma’ammmm y’all seriously need to come try this one out because when I say SECONDS I’m talking secondsss-no more waiting 20 minutes for your left brain to turn off, no more long breath work exercises or reality checks or hours of lying still, affirming, no more battling with creating portals-the void can be EFFORTLESS and induced in under a minute.

*PART 2 < The lucid dreamer’s success story> *

There’s this lucid dreamer on YouTube called TIGER123 who posts about lucid dreaming techniques and his own lucid dream experiences- he actually has a video tutorial on DEILD as well (which is linked in my OG DEILD post)

So, I was at work looking for something to watch and saw he posted a new video about a lucid dream he had recently. Well, I can tell you wasn’t expecting him to literally open the video by talking about how he woke up from a regular dream, realized it was the perfect opportunity to perform DEILD and get lucid, and then. AS HE’S PERFORMING DEILD. He enters the void! Just like that. While he was in the void he visualized the dream scene he wanted to be in and he said he was there within 10 seconds. Aka he instantly manifested entering the exact lucid dream he wanted to be in, from the void state.

This is someone who doesn’t believe in shifting or astral projection, wasn’t trying to enter the void, thinks the void is just an unformed lucid dream space that can be used to form a new lucid dream, doesn’t know you can manifest from that state and yet STILL got in and STILL manifested. Since he viewed the void as a place he can form a new lucid dream thats what he did. He still manifested instantly, he just MANIFESTED going from the VS to being in a lucid dream. This should just go to show you guys how REAL the void state is, because someone who doesn’t even know about it and wasn’t trying to get in STILL did it. (SO CAN YOU btw)

The void isn’t a concept created on tumblr. Lucid dreamers have experienced it for years, meditators experience it, yogis, followers of Neville Goddard and multiple religious practices do too; It’s just called by different names and defined differently, but all the experiences describe the same thing. So if tumblr success stories aren’t trustworthy enough to you, or motivating enough-expand your research and find hundreds of stories similar to this one-lucid dreamers thinking it’s just an unformed dream and yogis thinking it’s just a really relaxing deep meditative state etc…

*PART 3< How To Use DEILD to enter the VS> *

I linked the video at the bottom, he doesn’t really talk about the void much or deild because the video is about the actual contents of the dream he had, but the part he does talk about it is right at the beginning, the first 30 seconds or so, if you’re curious in checking it out but this is pretty much what he said about it, written out-

“First I was in a space dream and then I woke up and kind of realized I had just woken up from a dream and was able to stay still and kind of reenter into it and fall back asleep and I ended up in the void. You know that like complete blackness where it’s really easy to reform the dream and since I was there I figured I would just try to go to the beach because when I’m in this void state I can really go anywhere I want. I just reformed the beach and I ended up on the exact beach I was imagining in like 10 seconds.”

So boom. Thats’s it thats ALL. That simple. So here’s the exact steps to do if you want to enter the void through DEILD too and be the next success story:

Before bed: affirm “I will remember to stay still upon awakening. I will effortlessly enter the void using DEILD” or some variation of this (optional)

Visualize yourself waking up, staying still, and entering the void state (optional)

Go to sleep, with the calm certainty that this will work.

Wake up. Keep your eyes closed and lie still

You can keep a blank mind and wait, trusting that your subconscious will induce the void automatically, since you already set the intention the night before

5a. Or right after waking, with your eyes closed you can begin affirming that you are pure consciousnes and imagine yourself already in the void, or imagine yourself sinking gently down into the void state until you are truly there. This method is so effective you should be in the state within a minute or less.

And remember, the void state can’t be forced, just like sleep can’t be forced. All you can do is create the right conditions for it to occur naturally. It’s okay if you don’t get it right away. Focus on trust, not control. Avoid over analyzing whether it’s working while you’re performing the technique, just allow it to flow and happen. You saw he just literally lied still waiting for the dream to form and then he was in. It’s that effortless. Give it a go and report back in the comments 🫶🏼 Happy enteringgg

[c0ffeejelly1]

I know where the hole is!..I think.

-Bros the type to let you take control during his first time

Cw: smut smut smut um smut (virgins, like both of y’all soo) fem dom, thats all. (ALL CHARACTERS ARE TIMESKIPPED VERSIONS 🙏🙏 so basically of age.)

* “A-are you sure about this, babe?..”

* He felt like his heart was sinking to the deepest depths of his stomach with each passing moment.

* Is this a heart attack? Is this how it feels? Is he having one right now??!

* He was panicking. How the hell did he get himself into this position??

* “I mean, I don’t want to force you to do anything you might not like..”

* Who was he kidding? He knew damn well you wanted this! But he’d just never...

* “..we could always just..reschedule?”

* Reschedule? Seriously?

* Who the hell says, 'reschedule’ in this type of situation???

* What had he gotten himself into...

* He could practically feel his brain going into overdrive, the stupid word ‘error’ repeating in his mind.

* Why was his heart trying to wrestle its way out of his body?? Did it want him to die?!

* Is this organ failure? He doesn’t want to die!!..

* And the drips—no gallons of cold sweat running down his face like a marathon...

* Is this normal?!? Sweating this much??

* Could you see this? Was his face clammy looking??

* God, he hoped you were blind to his nervousness...

* This was such a stupid idea.

* And all because of his big ass, egotistical, lying, good-for-nothing mouth.

* If only he’d just said the truth to you...

* The truth that he’d never done something like..this.

* Something so intimate..something so deep..something like having-

* “Are you nervous?..”

* His eyes immediately open wide.

* Why were his eyes even closed to begin with?!

* This was so embarrassing..he could feel the blush on his cheeks rise even more as he avoided eye contact with you.

* “M-me?! Noo…not I’m nervous! I-I mean-..nervous I’m not! Ha..so let’s just um..”

* He gulped loudly.

* Are gulps supposed to hurt your throat?

* He’d have to look that up later...

* ..but back to the problem at hand!

* You were getting suspicious, which wasn’t good!

* And his arms remained laying either side of your head—not because he was experienced and knew what he was doing. No.

* only because he needed something to stop himself from collapsing down onto you like a nervous wreck.

* He was shitting himself.

* How was he supposed to do something like this to someone as gorgeous as you?

* And to think you were willing on your back presenting yourself to him in just your underwear...

* The way your bra would cup the two fruitful breasts he had no shame burying his face in, hiding the sinful buds he’d never seen in his life—actually, there was the one time he caught you in the shower, so maybe this wasn’t going to be his first time seeing you so- fuck. He’s getting distracted...

* But then there were your undies that shielded away your most vulnerable parts..and to think, you were giving that to him?.. Him????

* He doesn’t even know what he’s doing, y’know?

* You should know by now that he’s all talk, no action! He can’t touch you!

* The thing is..he’s never actually had sex! Okay?! He admits it!

* It was a lie!

* But you were just talking about how you want your first time to be amazing. He just-…

* He just didn’t want to seem lame to you! I mean, look at you!

* You were so beautiful..and he was just..there?

* And to think you wanted him to- to-..put his D in your P?? He’d probably finish on the spot!

* Just imagine how embarrassing that’d be...

* “Baby..”

* His head perks up at the pet name, his eyes meeting yours.

* “You’ve..never done this before, have you.”

* Fuck.

* Well

* It was good while it lasted, boys.

* He tried his best.

* Now he can finally crawl into a hole and die.

* He can’t lie to you when you look like this! You're practically naked, for Christ's sake! And he was in his boxers and- shit.

* Had a raging hard boner...

* He didn’t know a thing when it came to making women feel good...

* He’d watched sex videos before. Yes, he wasn’t a prude, but still.

* Did he know where exactly the hole was?

* …

* No.

* So how was he supposed to-

* “Lay on your back.”

* “..What.”

* “I said lay on your back.”

* “But then how am I gonna..“

* “I’ll do it.”

* “..y-you’ll wha-“

* How did he get himself into this mess?

* How did the only piece of clothing covering his most precious area end up on the floor?

* How did he find himself covering his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to stop the sinful sounds from escaping his lips..

* How did your mouth feel so good?

* “Ah..f-fuck baby..slow down a little..”

* His chest only moved up and down frantically, his breathing becoming heavier as his hand found a place in your hair. He was falling apart and was so close already...

* The way your tongue would flick at his tip, teasing it as you looked at him for a reaction.

* The way you would suddenly take him whole, causing his back to arch slightly and his head to fall back into the pillow behind him, a stuttery whine leaving his mouth.

* And then there were your hands..the way they would wrap around his cock so nicely, quick strokes being made, and the occasional massage of his balls.

* Fuck it was 'so good..’ as he would say it.

* you sure you were a virgin?

* This doesn’t seem like virgin behaviour to him...

* He was so deep in thought, so dazed that the only thing he could think of was coming undone.

* He felt good..way too good, so good that-

* “Baby!- w-wait..mhf!..ah-..I’m gonna cum..”

* “Y-Your mouth-..fuck..so good..sogoodd..”

* Then you stopped.

* ..why did you stop?

* Did he do something wrong? Why did you just...

* He felt his thoughts come to a halt as he watched you pull off your undies, his eyes wandering down to your..oh wow. You really were going to do this.

* You gently place a hand on his chest, using your other to grip his cock, causing him to suck in a breath at the sudden contact.

* He was sensitive and on the verge of finishing just from a slight touch..it was adorable.

* Your hips ride up above his pelvis just right enough for the lips of your pussy to wet his cock with your juices.

* Were you trying to kill him here?

* All he could do was watch and whine softly as he hoisted himself up with his elbows.

* He wanted to be inside you.

* Wanted you to take him

* Be his first, just as he was about to be yours.

* He needed it badly, and so you gave it to him.

* Sweaty, hot, messily.

* You were so beautiful...

* The way you held your tits from bouncing up and down while riding him, a hand still placed on his chest as your head slightly tilted back from the pleasure you were receiving.

* He was making you feel this good..him.

* He felt so embarrassed with the sounds that were falling from his lips—the whimpers, whines, and moans of your name—all just for you.

*Fuck he loved you.

* He was so in love...

* He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He could feel the coil in his stomach begin to tighten as his cock twitched inside of you.

*He was gonna cum

* And you knew that.

* You both did

* “Y-you’re so..t-tight..fuck.”

* “How do you f-feel this good?”

* “So beautiful..h-how did I ever deserve you?..”

* “Fuck d-dont clench around me like that baby..”

* “I wanna cum for you baby..please..”

* “I’m so glad you were my first time..”

* “D-don’t..say things like that..it’s so dirty..”

* “I-i can’t baby..i-I’m gonna-“

* A wonderful first time for both of you, if you ask me.

Characters I had in mind while writing this

REIGEN (mob psycho 100)

All might, present mic, DENKI, sero (my hero academia)

Hinata, NISHINOYA, KAGEYAMA, yamiguchi, bokuto (haikyuu)

ITTO (genshin impact)

POLNAREFF, mista (JOJO’S bizarre adventures)

Kagami, MIDORIMA (kuroko’s basketball)

Sanemi, HAGANEZUKA (demon slayer)

METAL BAT, king (one punch man)

GOJO (jujustu kaisen)

JEAN, Connie (attack on titan)

LEORIO, kite (hunterxhunter)

ONIZUKA (Great teacher onizuka)

Any character you would like

[celestial-sphere-press]

Book Decoration: AKA All The Ways I Don't Use a Cricut

(this post is for people who don't want to buy an expensive cutting tool, or for those that do have an expensive cutting tool that would like to mix things up a little)

1. Print That Shit

If you're already printing your own textblocks, an easy step for titles is to print them. Above is a title printed onto an "obi" of decorative paper. I measured out where I wanted things on the finished book and laid it out in Affinity, then printed it on a full sheet & trimmed it down to wrap around the book. A more simple method is to print & glue on the label into a slight indent in the cover (to protect it). A third option is to do the spine in bookcloth, while you print on paper for the cover and then glue that paper onto the boards (this usually looks even better when it is a three-piece bradel bind).

2. Foil Quill / Heat Pens

The heat pen is one of my go-to tools, but it can be a bit touchy about materials. The most popular version is the We R Memory Keepers' Foil Quill (which is one of the most ergonomic), but other pens exist that can get you to a higher heat temp, finer lines, or more consistent foil. For example, I have a pen created by a local Japanese bookbinding studio that fares way better on leathers than the WRMK quill & with a finer tip, but it's hell to control. Best results in general are on paper or smooth bookcloth (starched linen, arrestox, colibri - even duo will work but its less solid). The fuzzier a bookcloth is, the less your foil quill wants to deal with it. This means the heat n bond method of making bookcloth does not play nice with a heat pen usually, but there are two solutions: 1) use this tutorial on paste + acrylic medium coated bookcloth instead that will get you a perfect surface for the heat pen, or 2) use the pen on paper & then glue onto the cloth. I did a video tutorial for both foil quill use and this type of homemade bookcloth for @renegadeguild Binderary in 2023.

You get the most consistent results by tracing through a printed template that is taped in place, as I do in the video above.

3. Paint That Shit

Acrylic paints will do you fine! The above is free-handed with a circle template, because I wanted that vibe. If you need straight lines that won't seep, lay them down with tape first & then paint over it first with a clear Acrylic medium, then your color. Same goes for stencils. Two more examples of painted bookcloth:

4. IT'S GOT LAYERS

By using layers of thinner boards, you can create interesting depths & contrasts on your cover. You can also make cutouts that peep through to the decorative paper behind. The most important part to this technique is the order in which each edge is wrapped. To get a good wrapped inside edge, you will split the turn in into tabs to get them to conform to a curve. You can also layer multiple colors of bookcloth without multiple layers of board, as seen below left, so long as you mind your cut edges for fraying.

5. Inlaid... anything

Mirrors! Marbled paper! I saw someone do a pretty metal bookmark once! The key is creating a little home for it to live in, which is pretty similar to the above layering method. On one layer you cut the shape, & glue that layer onto the bottom solid board before covering. You can do the top layer as an entire 1 mm board (like I did for the mirrors) or a sheet of cardstock, like I would use for inlaid paper.

6. Decorative Paper

Decorative paper is always helpful & adds to the paper hoard... & its effects can be layers with other techniques, as below. Marbles, chiyogami, momi, or prints & maps of all kinds can be great additions. Some papers may need a protective coating (such as wax or a sealer).

7. Stamps (with optional linocut)

While I've not used many more regular rubber stamps, I do know some who have, successfully! And I've used one once or twice with embossing powder (see photo 3 up, the gold anchor on the little pamphlet bind). What also works is to carve your own linocut or stamp, & then use block printing ink to ink it onto your fabric (as i did above). A bit time intensive, but it was nice how easily reproducible it was, and I liked the effect I got for this particular bind.

These methods are not exhaustive, just ones I've used, and there are of course many others. I haven't gone too into detail on any of these for the sake of length (& post photo limits) but feel free to ask about more specifics. Usually I'm using them in combination with other options.

[cursecuelebre]

Top Recommendations for Norse Pagans that aren’t Problematic.

There is a lot of books by people who are racist and part of far right side of Heathenry and I’m going to try my best and list the books I have that helped me on my path that isn’t problematic and have questionable intentions. Books and YouTube channels.

Anglo Saxon Socerery and Magic by Alaric Albertson. He is very knowledgeable in his work and path especially on runes which includes the rune poem to make your own interpretation and witchcraft side of things. He even talks about the Elves which I appreciate because not a lot of Norse authors talk about them. It’s more Germanic than Norse but I can’t see any problem adopting certain aspects since they are very similar. I will say he does take himself a bit serious at times but his information is so good and worthwhile. I have not read his first book on Travels through middle earth but it focus on more the pagan side.

Poetic Edda and Prose Edda: it’s what every Norse pagan needs. It’s the foundation of Norse paganism not bibles but myths and tales that can help along our journey. There is tons of translations, but my favorites are Dr. Jackson Crawford Poetic Edda and Anthony Fawkes Prose Edda. But look into other sagas as well like Volsung which Dr Jackson Crawford also wrote about.

Beowulf. More of a Germanic tale but again includes it has roots of Germanic sorcery, traditions, religion like the concept of Wyrd (Fate), the runes, and values within his society like loyalty and mythical creatures. Again there is many translations even Jrr Tolkien did a incompleted version of Beowulf but I think Tom Shippey finished that version I could be wrong. Nonetheless explore more than one, the oneI have is by Seamus Heaney.

Grimm Fairy Tales this mostly German Folklore but it’s still quite important to learn about in German folk magic, creatures and entities in German folklore tends to be very real to the practitioner in their spellwork.

The Way of Fire and Ice by Ryan Smith a very progressive outlook in Norse paganism, he talks about creating communities in Norse paganism and calling out and denouncing Nazis in the community how Norse Paganism is inclusive and how to be open to all types of people. But he has a beginner approach to the deities, beliefs, values within Norse paganism.

Look into a lot of academic sources that’s where you will find a lot of information on Norse paganism and religions.

Tacitus Germania - A Roman historian talking about the Germanic tribes their culture and customs.

Saxo Grammaticus history of the Danes

The Viking Way by Neil Price it goes good in depths about magic in Scandinavia like Seidh

Dictionary of Norse Mythology a quick guide to northern myths, if you are trying to find a specific god and you don’t have time to look up in a book it’s in there with great information to each one.

Children of Ask and Elm: History of Vikings by Neil Price on Scandinavian culture during the Viking age

Some YouTube Channels

The Norse Witch: Bente lives in Germany and their channel encompasses all of Norse paganism more around magic. They do interviews with other Norse witches of folk magic like Icelandic and Danish. Even gives good book recommendations and advice on general spellwork as well!.

Dr Jackson Crawford he is an author but he also has a YouTube channel. He was a professor in Colorado on Norse culture, mythology, and language and now is a full time YouTuber. He did a series of videos on the runes which are more historically accurate. Discusses the myths and the language and what do they mean. Jackson Crawford isn’t a Norse pagan nor he doesn’t care if you are one but just letting you know he isn’t coming from a pagan perspective.

The Welsh Viking also like Jackson Crawford but still has really great knowledge on Viking culture.

De Spökenkyker who is a channel that focus on German Folk magic living in Germany who is a practicing German Folk Witch.

Please feel free to add on any recommendations that are helpful and useful to the Norse pagan Community!

[hoodedjelly]

Sleep walk BTS post!

will go in depth with my process and put better quality drawings in here!

Before any of this i was listening to several fiddauthor/ford playlists to hear a song that really got my brain moving. Funny enough i didn't get Sleep walk from one of the 100+ song playlists i was listening to, it was in my oc playlist (thats a mad scientist who would've thought). Originally i wanted to make a fiddauthor animatic (who knows maybe i will), but THIS SONG just caught my brain in a way i couldn't refuse.

So i technically started working on it the late night of September 27, exactly a week ago! which yes yes i hear you all in unison go "WHAT???" to that, and all I have to say to that is.... I have untreated adhd and lots of caffeine in my system! (honestly felt like ford sometimes while workin on that animatic)

Started it off with some notes, then thumbnails. I had my tbob AND J3 open next to me stood up with clips for reference (prob looked a little insane looking back but its fine)

now for the rough animatic! i did this in Adobe animate 2022 (i'll get back to that later) the only thing that really got changed was i wanted to add the diner scene from j3. i realize now that it messed up the timeline i was going for with the animatic but i like to think things are out of order because of the state ford is in, things start to merge together.

After i sat with this rough animatic for a bit, i wasn't sure if i was going to make it in Adobe animate (what i usually do) or make it all in Clip Studio Paint. I wanted this animatic to be way more visually interesting then i usually do, so CSP it is. But! i only have CSP Pro, so i had to draw and export every single new frame from this animatic.

it was a little tedious at first (again never done an animatic like this before) but i got used to it! I edited it all together in CapCut and thats really it!

The missing J3 pages from TBOB spoke to me in a way that im not fully comfortable talking about to my followers. I put a lot of myself in this animatic then i'd want to realize, it's very important to me. The night when i uploaded it i was literally shaking with anxiety (and caffeine-) but the overwhelming support for it is really amazing, thank you so much! if you have any more questions please ask away i love talking about the art process.

Below im going to talk about the code and put HD backgrounds!

thank you for dyemro on here for cracking the code first! now i can talk about my insane little thought process about it

So i never planned to add a code until halfway through with the animatic. i was watching ThatGFFan videos and him talking about gravity falls codes got my brain cooking. i wanted something sweet and simple (i realize with dyemro's post it wasn't as simple as i thought, give me some slack it's my first time). like what you should with making codes you start at the end. And i wanted something that was a nice send off for drawing ford be fucking miserable for 1 minute and 30 seconds.

so i got this. (honestly every time i look at this drawing after finishing the animatic it makes me real emotional)

There are 4 codes in this whole animatic 0:02, 0:15, 0:30, and 0:58

wanted the first one to be REAL noticeable so people can stop and be like "wait... theres stuff in here". people usually think to use the bill symbols, but no! from the description theres a little hint to use the Author symbols

doing that code it leads to: imgu r.com /a/uZa iVfu (and if you know that double line a under a letter means capitalization + im a dumb dumb that used a code image that didn't have a Z so thats just a normal Z)

it makes a LINK! > imgur.com/a/uZaiVfu <

now enough of that boring stuff, heres some HD screenshots and backgrounds of my fav parts

[leashybebes]

Congrats on the increased follower count, you deserve it after exes detriments (sorry, I can’t remember the official name) but here’s a prompt for you:

Buck and Tommy struggle to find time in their schedules to see each other

aww, thank you so much! 💛💛 and thanks for the prompt!

Buck knows he should be getting some rest. But if he has to lie sleepless in his bunk and listen to Chim snore much longer, he's going to do something drastic. He creeps out of the bunk room, shoots off a text, and makes his way up to the roof. He's barely sat down by the time his phone rings.

"Hi," he says, and he feels breathless and eager all over again. Still.

"Did you seriously just 'u up?' me, Evan? Aren't you at work?"

"Hey, it was a sincere question. You can tell by the lack of the eggplant emoji."

"You're ridiculous."

"Yeah," Buck agrees easily. "I miss you. And your eggplant."

"Evan!" Tommy's so good at sounding scandalized and delighted all at once and Buck grins.

"What are you doing after your shift on Tuesday?"

"Errands, then therapy, then sleep."

"Gotcha. I'm working Wednesday."

"Me too. Thursday?" Tommy suggests.

"Looking after Jee," Buck says, and while he's never going to regret time spent with his niece, this is starting to get ridiculous. "They should be picking her up by eight?"

"Drinks with the team at nine," Tommy says, and he does sound regretful, but part of Tommy working on himself is trying to let himself have more meaningful connections, both in quantity and depth, so Buck's not about to try talking him out of that. "And you're working Friday."

"Yeah. And you have that private flying lesson Saturday, right?"

"Yeah. Should be done mid afternoon if that's any good?"

Buck rubs his hand over his face. "Video call with Eddie and Chris at four, and then I'm supposed to be going for dinner at Maddie's."

"Ah."

"I could come over after?"

"I'd need to leave before seven for my Sunday shift."

"Honestly, at this point, I'll take it."

"Evan."

Buck sighs. "I know, I know."

They're dating now, is the thing. Not going on a couple of dates and then weaving their lives together without discussing it until it blows up in their faces. Actually dating.

"I could - I could tell them. You could come with me."

There's a long, heavy silence.

"I don't think I'm ready for that."

Because they're also keeping it to themselves for now. They both want to see where it goes without any outside influence, to see what it is they settle into when it's just them. It's honestly - it's kind of fun, having this little secret to themselves, going further afield than they usually would for dates, trying new places and new things. But it can't go on forever, and although he's only referred to it jokingly, Buck knows Tommy's worried what people will think - that he screwed up too bad, that they'll hate him, that they'll tell Buck he's an idiot to give him a second chance. Buck's pretty sure that's not on the cards - Maddie might go a little overprotective big sister with a side of pregnancy hormones, but he thinks that'll be it. And that's nothing they can't handle.

"Hey," he says. "Can we talk about this sometime? Check in, see where we're at?"

"Yeah," Tommy promises. "Of course."

"Okay. Monday, then?"

"Monday," Tommy agrees. "My neighbour's been raving about this seafood restaurant in Santa Barbara if you're up for a bit of a drive?"

"Sounds good. Monday's so far away, though," Buck laments.

"I can hear the pout from here, Evan," Tommy teases.

"Well," Buck says, letting his voice drop deliberately into a tone that never fails to make Tommy a bit wild. "You'll just have to buy me a nice meal and kiss it better, huh?"

"God, Evan - "

"I'm off Tuesday too. Maybe we find a nice little bed and breakfast and make a night of it? I can show you just how you how much I've missed - "

He hears the door open behind him and his mouth snaps shut. "Gotta go. Call you later."

Tommy lets out a huff of laughter. "Bye, Evan. Be safe."

"You too," Buck says, as Bobby drops into the chair next to his.

"Hey, Cap."

"Couldn't sleep?"

"With Chim sawing logs one bunk over? I'm amazed anybody can."

"You don't normally struggle."

Buck shrugs, tries not to meet Bobby's eye. Everyone used to tease him about his Tommy-face, his Tommy-voice, his Tommy-pout, and for all they're taking it slow - and they are - Buck knows he's right back there. If Eddie wasn't in Texas, he's pretty sure their secret would have lasted a week, and Bobby's the next best thing when it comes to reading Buck with a glance.

"You doing okay?" Bobby asks.

"Yep! Real good."

"Hm. Apropos of nothing at all, Kaur from B shift is looking for cover. You interested in Friday off in exchange for a six to six Saturday?"

"Yes! I mean. Yeah, I can do that."

Bobby shoots him an amused look. "Okay, then. Happy for you, kid."

Buck grins up at the dark sky. He can push his call with Chris and Eddie a little later, and still make it on time for dinner with Maddie and Chim.

"You coming back inside?"

"In a minute," Buck says. "Just gotta make a call."

"Uh-huh. Tell him hi from me if you like," Bobby offers, patting Buck's shoulder as he goes.

[meanbossart]

Any tips for new or returning artists?

I’m hoping to discover my own art style this year (from scratch, no references) by just throwing myself into learning anatomy, drawing random characters, and praying I can figure out how to add depth to pieces.

I have very minimal artistic experience and my work has improved significantly from where I started years ago, but not even close to where I’m hoping to be.

I can freehand faces and tweak the anatomy accordingly but I feel limited. Maybe it’s (in part) because I’m using an iPad, apple pen and Procreate? I recently added the paper-feel screen cover and that’s helped significantly with control.

Do you draw on paper to help your muscle memory? Honestly, ANYTHING helps. I watch videos on anatomy and art all of the time — I just don’t know if my brain is absorbing it correctly 😭

Hello! I don't know if I can say anything in particular to the returning aspect of your situation since I've drawn pretty consistently all of my life, but if someone else has had that experience of picking the skill back up after a long break, feel free to share your thoughts in the replies!

I'm not fully sure what you mean by "hoping to discover my own art (...) from scratch, no references", but if it means trying to whip up a style from thin-air and blocking out all outside influence or take any inspiration from existing art that you like... Uh... Don't do that! I don't see the benefit. All art is a derivation of a derivation, I can assure you that by compiling a folder or collage of your favorite works, borrowing and reworking aspects that you like, you WILL land on an original style and have learned so much more about it in the process than if you hadn't done that at all.

Also I can assure you that drawing on procreate/ipad is not a hindrance whatsoever, plenty of professional artists prefer it over display tablets. @wolfskulljack-art comes to mind as someone who has created several incredible tour posters for Metallica, all in her ipad.

I must have drawn on paper a total of 10 times in the last 5 years, I have no idea if that's bad or not... It Probably is, but I'm at peace with it, LOL. Generally when it comes to improving ( and I know that this is a frustrating answer) the secret is to just draw a lot. There is no class that is going to take you from amateur to Caravaggio, it takes time and takes making "bad" art. A lot of bad art. When it comes to learning anatomy, I think the best thing you can do is draw a lot of real-life human bodies from reference while consulting an anatomical diagram or model of some kind. Otherwise you will just making a bunch of lines without ever understanding their purpose.

I don't think you need to be an expert at the human body AT ALL before jumping into stylization and making confident, art, but if you do something like this whenever you draw I think you will end up learning a whole lot. Muscle memory (no pun intended) will come to you naturally!

I also have a lot more tips in my #tutorial and #advice tags that you can look through if you want to, otherwise, I would tell you to just do more drawing and less looking for the perfect tutorial or golden advice. A lot of artists get very boggled down in learning in the most correct and effective way, and while there are pointers that can be given, they tend to be very straightforward🤷 and the rest falls on you to follow through with!

[whore-ibly-hot]

Hello!! Ive been a fan of your yandere boarding school since the first part! And i was just wondering if you could maybe wrote about something like what are their favourite like positions? Like maybe how Carter's is like reader is on their knees and positions wheres hes most likely in power? im so sorry if it doesnt make sense (,,•﹏•,,)

Love this, that's very Carter.

Harrison: He wants typical missionary, or even getting your legs on his shoulders, but he has to see your face. He knows something like Doggy would maybe make you feel better, but he wants to see how pretty you look with him on top. He doesn't want you over-exerting yourself, he's your man, an athlete! Its his job to use that stamina to please you. No need for cowgirl or anything like that. Just let him take care of you.

Pez: Doesn't necessarily have a favorite position, but he's very into risky public sex. Sex under the bleachers at an event, sneaking away to do it in one of the locker rooms, that's what he wants. He likes teasing you about keeping it down while simultaneously trying to up how loud he makes you moan each time. Let him bend you up over the sink counter and go to town, he'll take the fall if you're caught.

Tyler: Giving and receiving oral is actually his favorite. He's a chef, everything he's good at comes from his tongue and sense to taste. Believe me, he's good with his mouth. He likes how intimate it is. In his head, people hook up all the time, rutting away, but he thinks it takes a little more intimacy to do oral. And he loves giving praise, he wants to make sure you know how good your doing. That's easy when he's able to brace himself against a chair or couch while you go to town.

Evan: Doggy for sure. He likes how dominant it makes him feel, how animalistic it is. He also likes that he can kind of pin you down, keeping you there. Feeling you squirm while he has easy access to grope the rest of you whole pounding away is perfect for him. Besides, he spends most of his time in the locker room, and there's plenty spots to get you bent over in there.

Joseph: Whatever position you want, he wants, but he's also a fan of missionary. It lets him go slow, and his body pressed flush to yours feels about as intimate as it can get. With missionary, it gives him enough control with speed and depth to take suggestions from you, he's very eager for feedback. His dirty secret is he wants to film it sometime, video himself in a p.o.v. type shot going at it with you. He's far too scared to ask you for it, but after you seem him glance at his camera enough during, you get the idea.

Carter: Like anon said, he prefers to feel he's in charge. However, as much as he likes you on your knees, under a desk or in his dorm servicing him, he likes having you on his lap. He gets easy access to any part of you'd he'd like, you have to bare it all but he doesn't even have to undress for it. He can make you rut against his thigh, or touch yourself, and he doesn't have to do a thing. He's big into making you work for his cock. It's only fair, all the time he spends looking after you.

[gigabyte-flare]

Pause the Game

[A Gigabyte Flare One Shot]

Summary: You decide to play a video game to help you wind down so you can go to bed. Sylus has other plans.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Sylus x fem!Reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Pet names, dubcon, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie

A/N: Part one of 21 Reasons is going to be freaking massive so I wanted to get a one shot out to help hold me over (especially after yesterday's banner reveal WOOF). This is loosely based on Sylus's "Crying Wolf" Secret times; as an avid gamer, that audio rewired my freaking brain. So naturally, this is 5000% self indulgent, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

It's now morning, you begin to make a mental note of all the things you have to do today before the day ends; you don't have much time.

Wake up, go water the plants, collect the eggs, milk the cows, collect the duck feathers, sheer the sheep--

"What are you playing, Sweetie?"

You practically jump where you're sat up in bed, dropping your phone in the blankets on your lap. You didn't even hear Sylus come into the bedroom.

"Are you trying to scare me, Sy?" you ask, rolling your eyes up at him as he leans over the bed to see what you're so focused on.

"Me, try to scare you? Never. Although I am shocked my little Hunter didn't even notice me…" a devious smirk appears on his lips as he leans in close to your ear, "when I was this close."

His breath on your ear causes a chill to run straight down your spine and into your core, the depths of you throbbing in response to his voice; he knows exactly what buttons to push on you. You shake your head, pushing the lewd thoughts aside just as you bring your hand up, pushing his face away.

"Sylus, come on, I was just really focused on what I was doing!"

He instantly grabs your wrist, holding it still for a moment before letting go; his devious smirk transforming into something darker, "you should know better, it'll take more than just your hand to keep me away, Kitten."

A sudden sad sounding chime emanates from your phone, drawing your and Sylus's attention to it, the words 'YOU LOSE: The wolf ate your livestock!' hovering on the screen. You let out an annoyed sigh as you pick up your phone from your lap.

"Oops… looks like you lost. Sorry for interrupting your game, Sweetie," he says with a low chuckle as he stands back up straight, slipping his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, "don't I recall you telling me this morning that you are going to start going to bed early from now on? Only naughty Kittens stay up and play games."

You clear your throat, once again willing yourself to not let Sylus get you worked up, "I like to play video games to help me wind down and go to sleep!"

Looking down at you, Sylus raises a scrutinizing eyebrow, "playing video games to fall asleep? That is the most absurd thing I've ever heard. I think someone is trying to pull the wool over my eyes."

"No I'm not! Here, give it a try! It's relaxing!" you reply, holding up your phone to Sylus.

"You want me to play your silly game?" he raises his brows, glancing down at your phone before his crimson gaze shifts back up to you, he smirks again, "Oh… you're trying to prove your innocence to me. I suppose I'll indulge you."

He gently takes your phone from you, pulling the comforter back to sit in bed next to you, "scoot over, Sweetie."

You immediately shift over so he can sit next to you, laying your head against his upper arm as he cradles your phone in his hands.

"So, what exactly do you do in this game?" he asks softly.

"It's a farming simulator; you take care of your crops and livestock each day, but if you're not paying attention, the wolf will come and eat your livestock," you explain as you watch him start to play your game, the upbeat music of the game once again filling the bedroom.

"I can see how you fall asleep playing this, it's awfully boring," he replies with another soft chuckle, "let me count the sheep… one, two…"

You playfully poke Sylus's side, "well I like this game, quit being a jerk."

Sylus lets out a huff as he smiles down at your phone. He mindlessly takes care of your farm for a few minutes before his gaze begins to wander; starting with your hands folded in your lap, up your arms until he finally settles on the necklace adorning your neck.

His breath hitches upon recognizing the necklace, "is that the necklace I gave you for your birthday?"

"It is, actually," you reply, looking downwards as your bring you hand up to gently caress the necklace resting on your collarbone area, "I really like it."

"I have good taste, don't I?" Sylas asks, his own hand caressing the necklace, leaning over so that his lips hover just next to your ear, "so pretty."

He kisses the shell of your ear, intentionally making a sound knowing it drives you absolutely wild with need. His lips move from your ear, to just behind your ear, using his tongue, teeth and lips to mark your skin. You can't help but let out a soft whimper, however, you advert your gaze to your phone in his hand, the farm being left unattended.

"Sylus, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, Sweetie. This spot was too enticing for me to resist…" he purrs into your ear.

"But the farm--"

"The farm?" Sylus sits back up, his crimson eyes giving you a predatory look, "I don't have your undivided attention, do I?"

He growls, turning his body and climbing on top of you while still under the blankets, essentially caging you with his body, his ruby eyes practically burning into your soul as he looks down at you, "you know how much I hate sharing, Kitten."

Your phone, now laying on the bed next to the two of you, plays the same sad chime from earlier. You watch Sylus's eyes shift over to your phone, that smirk you love so much appearing once more, "oh dear… looks like we lost again."

Leaning down to you, his lips hover above yours, his breaths ragged, hot and heavy as he whispers, "the wolf ate all the animals."

Before you can even say a word, he descends upon you, his mouth devouring yours like a man starved. His hands grip your upper arms like a vice as he turns his head to invade your mouth with his tongue, savoring you. In the midst of this, you try to reach over to grab your phone, but Sylus is quick to grab you by the wrist again, pinning your arm to the mattress before shoving your phone away, so hard that it falls off the bed.

"Now, why are you reaching for your phone?" he asks, burying his face into the crook of your neck, "if you need something to help you fall asleep, I can fulfill that role."

He props himself up on his arms and knees, once again caging you beneath him. First, he slips your pajama top up over your head before he slowly moves downward, trailing his lips and tongue down your body as he moves.

He stops briefly over your breasts, his hot breath caressing your hardened nipples before he speaks, "how do you think the wolf ate the animals? Like this?"

His mouth seals itself over one of your breasts, his tongue swirling and flicking your nipple; all the while his crimson gaze is locked on you. You can't help but let out a strangled moan, covering your mouth with your hand as your body trembles beneath him.

He relinquishes your breast with a pop, then proceeds to continue moving downward once more, gracing your skin with his soft lips as he moves lower and lower. He reaches the hem of your pajama bottoms, hooking them and your underwear beneath with his fingers, peeling them off slowly and tossing them off the bed once they're off. He pries your legs apart, looking up at you with an animalistic grin.

"Or like this?" he growls before diving into the spot between your thighs, lapping up the sweet nectar of your arousal.

"Sylus!" you cry out, your hand moving down to tangle your fingers in his silver locks, but rather than push him away, you force him down into your heat, earning you a dark chuckle in response; the vibrations coursing through your folds, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

He starts by flicking your throbbing clit with his tongue, then wrapping his lips around it, sucking it like his life depends on it. The coil of your release binds tight in your stomach and just when it's about to snap, he moves lower. His tongue delves into your leaking hole, caressing your walls as his nose rubs your clit. Your heels dig into the mattress, trying to stop your legs from violently shaking, but your efforts are useless. Your makeup is running down the sides of your face from your violent cries of his name. He lets out a low growl, the vibrations hurling you over the edge. Your release covers tongue and mouth; when he pulls himself away from your sex, strings of your orgasm pull away with him before snapping and dripping onto the sheets below.

Sylus sits up onto his knees, his deft fingers making short work of his belt and pants zipper, "is my Kitten prepared?"

Your eyes widen when he pulls out his hardened length, the tip red and angry, dripping with pre-cum. He then proceeds to crawl back up to you, nestling his hips between your spread legs; you feel the tip of his cock prod at your entrance.

"Because the wolf is coming."

With a single jerk of his hips, he sheathes his whole length into your warm depths, causing you to yelp. As Sylus stares down at you, you drape your arms around his shoulders, trying to brace yourself as he begins to brutally thrust into you. Each thrust hits your cervix, making your eyes flutter and roll into the back of your head. Sylus buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, biting and sucking dark bruises into your skin.

"Don't hold back, Kitten. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel."

His ministrations move to your throat, but not before running his tongue over the necklace he bought you, pulling a strangled moan out of you. His tongue continues to run up your throat until he reaches your chin. He smirks, a low chuckle emanating from him before his lips are on yours once more. You can taste the tangy flavor of your release as your tongues dance with each other. His large hands grasp your breasts, gently squeezing them before he rolls both nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. You sob into his mouth, which he happily devours with a growl. Soon, his thrusts become uneven, heralding his release.

With a breathy moan of his own, he snaps his hips into you once last time, his member throbbing as he paints your pussy walls white with his love. His hands grasp the pillow under your head as he rests his forehead against yours. You whimper as your legs hook around his waist, your body shaking as you come down from your own release. Your breaths are shaking as you place a gentle kiss onto the tip of his nose. He can't help but smile and laugh.

"That was more fun than you silly little game, wouldn't you say, Sweetie?"

[nobodyfamousposts]

Scarlet Lady Essay: Frightningale

Yet another essay for @zoe-oneesama. Because you deserve it.

I’m not going to bother with a compare/contrast of canon vs Scarlet Lady Frightningale because Frightningale in canon was a pretty forgettable episode. Akuma was lame. Setup was wasted. And it’s removal from the series would lose nothing of value.

So instead, I'm going to focus primarily on the Scarlet Lady version of Frightningale and what it does that makes it memorable.

I guess to start with, I should make it clear that I’m not a fan of shows being lazy, especially when they display a lack of planning or consideration of their story and characters. And perhaps one of the greater indicators of this issue is when a series suddenly realizes they they neglected multiple plot points until it’s too late to give them all the focus they warrant so they end up shoving all of those points into one episode and try to present it like it’s supposed to be an adequate resolution of all that buildup or in any way intentional.

Penalteam was that episode for Miraculous. They had the “temporary heroes” setup going for them but then wasted so much time on filler like Frightningale that it seems like they honestly forgot about it until they were reaching a designated end point and they realized they still had four more heroes they were supposed to introduce. Whoops? Ah well, just introduce them all at once. Not like anyone will care!

And when you treat most of the cast like they’re all as shallow as a puddle, I guess that’s true.

The thing is, when you have a setup where there is a running theme of every person in a specific group getting their own episode/chapter to detail their issues and how they get a power up, it’s going to stand out whenever one of them doesn’t. Especially when that one or more are forced to share their limelight episode. 

That’s not to say you can’t do it, but it’s bound to get attention if you do. It reflects poorly on the writing. It shows whom the “favored” and “unfavored” characters are. And it displays the issue with pacing—namely that it’s next to nonexistent until it hits you with the force of a freight train.

But can it be done and be done well? Is it possible to pull off such a thing and have it make sense and fit in lines with the characters?

Well, yes. Off the top of my head, I can think of two different ways to do it to make it work.

And Zoe did both of them.

If you look at Scarlet Lady as a whole, you’ll see a conglomeration of characters—each with stories and arcs attached. They have personalities. They have goals and problems and their own highs and lows. One sign of good writing is that some focus is given to highlight these other characters as people. Individuals in their own right with lives outside of the main characters or situation.

Miraculous doesn't really do this.

Scarlet Lady, however, does. Because contrary to the title, Scarlet Lady isn’t just about Chloe.

It isn’t even just about the heroes.

It isn’t just about Chloe being horrible. Or Marinette being in love. Or Adrien being in desperate need of a hug and a nap. Because while the story is centered around them, it isn’t solely about them. Other characters get focus and growth and their own arcs throughout the comics.

But the big two—the BIGGEST two with arguably the most depth and most growth and quite frankly the best storylines out of everyone in the entire series?

It’s Sabrina and Lila. And their individual stories have led up to this.

As such, this episode—which was mostly filler and all around forgettable in canon, matters here.

It’s where Sabrina and Lila reach the culmination of their respective character arcs. 

Yes, it’s when they both get to become Miraculous Heroes and meet their own kwamis, but it’s more than just that! They both hang out with the girls group as full members of the crew, getting to take part in a music video together. It’s also where they both get to stand up for themselves and the city at large while calling out Chloe and Scarlet Lady. This is what their storylines have been building up to and where their growth really shows.

Sabrina started out as Chloe’s minion same as canon—albeit with more attention to her feelings and her responses, no matter how seemingly small, allowing her to feel more like her own person. And through this focus, we got to see her open up more, pull and eventually break away from Chloe and her influence, and over time stand up for herself and try to establish herself both with the class and as an individual.

Lila started off as a liar and manipulator, selfish and self centered, much like canon. Unlike canon, her lies are tied to her issues, noted to be poorly thought through, and give her more introspection as a person. After the lies are revealed, she’s not “redeemed” so much as she is “accountable”, and it doesn’t change who she is. She remains selfish and certainly far from being considered “good”, but she’s letting people in past her walls and masks in a way she hadn’t been able to before.

Both of these things? Figuring out who you are and letting people know you for who you are? They’re incredibly hard. And a lot of time was devoted to both of their journeys along the course of the comic.

Sabrina’s arc was about her figuring out who she is on her own. Outside of Chloe and her previous role of being a follower and lackey. And sometimes it feels less scary to stay with someone toxic than to be alone and facing the unknown. We see it in the way she tries to put herself out there afterwards, reaching out and risking rejection and just figuring herself out. Even or perhaps especially with those she already knows and has a less than positive history with.

And we still see the struggle of her view of herself in this episode. It was in the way she was upset that she legitimately tried to help and it still resulted in bad things happening. And it was also clear when she calls herself a “sidekick” to Marigold after the day was saved, as if it’s a role she still sees herself as and one she struggles not to fall in to. Over time, we’re seeing Sabrina learning that she doesn’t have to be attached or subservient to someone else to have an identity or be accepted. 

Lila’s arc involved her figuring out who she is with people. Outside of the lies and manipulations she creates, the masks she wears, and the identities she crafts to make people like her. The “real Lila” is far from the best person and arguably not even a good person, but she also doesn’t have to be for the others to accept her as the still somewhat bad influence she is. She’s still very much selfish and flawed, but she’s less inclined to hide it or treat it like something that needs to be hidden. And isn’t that a common lesson? That it’s better to be liked for who you are than to force yourself to be someone else to be liked?

And at the same time, even with being less than a fully good person, she’s showing that she can still find better ways of acting that allow her to help others rather than hurt them or serve herself. She still hates Scar, but rather than working with Hawk Moth to kill her and risk dooming Paris and the world, she’s instead working with Alya through more legitimate (and legal) means…and hitting Scar where it hurts most. She and Adrien may not be friends, but rather than try to punish him for not going along with her, she’s instead rescued him, putting herself on the line—something that the former Lila wouldn’t have considered doing and one that canon Lila wouldn’t be capable of. Even if she’s motivated by pettiness or self-interest, what would have been straight up revenge on someone who upset her has grown to be something that is working in everyone’s better interests.

Both Lila and Sabrina hid themselves in different ways and for different reasons. So having them both assert themselves and call out both Chloe and Scarlet Lady is a show of their growth and overall a huge deal. It’s not something either of them would have done at the start of the series. Sabrina, because she was a “yes man” who wouldn’t dare to argue with Chloe and Lila because she wouldn’t risk openly doing something to make herself a target. 

And now boom! Look at them both! Lila stepped up to openly and publicly denounce Scarlet Lady as not being a hero for real reasons that aren’t just about herself or her feelings—complete with receipts! The girl did her research, noting incidents from before she even came into the picture. Then follow up with Sabrina standing up against Chloe’s machinations and dismantling Chloe’s main source of power: her father. Even better, she’s using logic and knowledge she would have as a former ally of Chloe’s who would know her tricks, taking her former friendship with Chloe and using it against her.

And on top of that, each of them are given the Miraculous by the person they wronged in the past. Marinette to Sabrina and Adrien to Lila. Especially in Lila’s case, it says a lot that they’re trusted. That shows narratively that even with their mistakes and bad choices and continued struggles, they still can move forward—not necessarily to find redemption, but to find themselves and be their best selves.

This is why it makes sense for them to share this episode. It’s also why both of them speaking up matters. They are both publicly confronting their greatest foe, and the fact that their foes are really two faces of the same person further highlights this. 

So they both have issues with the same person, are dealing with forming their identities without catering to others, are working out how to have/be friends, were formerly not the best of people, and have a fear of rejection. As such, this isn’t just their obligatory hero episode, this is what their individual stories have been leading up to. Almost like they’re two sides of the same coin. And the comparison between the two helps them both shine.

And speaking of shining, does anyone remember how the all girls team up didn’t get a chance to shine in canon? Zoe sure did.

I have a whole list of problems I have regarding Party Crasher, but perhaps number seven on that list is that the boys got to have an all male temp hero team up episode while the girls didn’t.

In fact, by this episode in canon, only Alya, Chloe, and Kagami actually got to be temp heroes.

To be fair, only four of the guys out of seven in canon got to be part of their particular event in Party Crasher, leaving out Ivan (who often tends to get overlooked) and Nathaniel (who has had a precedent of just literally disappearing from the episode). But originally, part of the appeal of Party Crasher was that the focus was supposed to be on the male classmates and getting to see at least some of them being part of a team against the akuma.

Why then didn’t we get an episode like this with the girls? Or at least something LIKE this?

Frightningale became that episode. And if any of the episodes were to do it, it makes the most sense for Frightningale to be the one.

All of the girls were together to take part in this event. So Zag would have had the perfect excuse to include them all in the fight or just have the girls do something to help even as civilians. I mean, we’ve had episodes do this before. Max in Robustus. Nathaniel and Alix in Reverser. Luka in Captain Hardrock. Let the civilians show their heroic traits even before they become heroes. It’s not a Miraculous, but it’s still giving them focus and expanding on them as individuals.

Instead, canon Frightningale was a filler episode. And not even a good one. For an akuma who forces people to sing or dance, it’s a waste that they just had the heroes spend the whole time rhyming. A waste of writing and talent. I mean, have you heard Christina Vee sing? If there needed to be a musical episode, I would think that the akuma who forces people to sing would certainly warrant it! At least more than it’s Christmas and they sing just cuz.

So this is yet another thing that Zoe improves with the Scarlet Lady version of this episode. Giving us the all girl team up episode so many of us have long wanted and getting to see all the female heroes together at last. 

And with this, we get the full roster of friends-turned heroes.

Except for Alix. Poor, poor Alix.  ;_;

Your day will come.

In this way, the end where Clara goes a different direction with her music video feels less like a half-assed fix to a half-forgotten plot point and more like something that was built by everyone involved. I don’t know about the rest of you, but given Clara’s excitement over the all girl band playing and Pigella’s gift showing Clara an idea for her video, it highlights the focus on EVERYONE being part of this—both the video and the episode itself. It kind of comes off as a lesson of its own about teamwork and giving everyone a shot rather than focusing specifically only on one or two specific individuals.

And isn’t that what separates the heroes from Scarlet Lady?

But there’s a third important aspect of this episode.

This is the episode where Chloe is smacked in the face with Scarlet Lady’s falling popularity. 

Let’s remember that at the start of the comic, Scarlet Lady was fully and widely considered THE Hero of Paris. She was beloved for doing nothing and it was a point of frustration for Chat, who actually was having to pick up her slack. Initially, there was nothing he could do because him being the only real hero among the duo meant he often couldn't stick around after akuma fights to prevent Scar from telling "our story". In addition, he didn’t know who she was or who chose her and why. Then even when it was clear her getting the Earrings was a mistake, for a lot of the first couple seasons, she was so popular that they couldn’t just take the Earrings away from her lest they risk backlash from the rest of the city. It’s a backlash that seems increasingly unlikely as more and more people get to see her behavior and callousness firsthand.

We’ve seen hints of it in other episodes, but none of them were so blatant to Chloe that she couldn’t ignore it or shrug it off or otherwise make excuses to protect her ego.

Prime Queen wanted to focus on Marigold and Chat Noir for their “romance” to try and boost ratings. Alya and Lila made some snarky comments, but Chloe could easily dismiss them both. Nadja also made a comment that nobody cared about Scarlet’s love life, but a lack of interest in her love life isn’t a lack of interest in herself and Chloe despises both of her “sidekicks” and wouldn’t want anyone trying to pair her with them anyway. And Nadja reassures her that they’ll focus on her after they’re done with Chat and Marigold. So yes, she can dismiss that as well.

Reverser has Chloe faced with both of her identities are made as villains in art and a story. However, she clearly looks down on Nathaniel and Marc barely registers to her. So she can dismiss them.

Look at Despair Bear, the Intermission, the interactions with the various other heroes, and the fact that only Chat Noir and Marigold are privy to the Guardian’s secret existence and allowed to pass out other Miraculous. Much has been shown of the other characters being less than impressed with her, snarky towards her, or showing the process of how they discover the truth about her and how she actually handles akuma attacks…namely in that she doesn’t. And Chloe can dismiss all of that because to her, none of them really matter to her.

But Chloe can’t dismiss the fact that a renown celebrity dedicating a music video to the “Heroes of Paris” isn’t including her. Bad enough her sidekicks are taking center stage but she’s not even in the music video at all?

And when someone she despises calls out the reasons why she’s not a hero in an openly public setting surrounded by a multitude of people who all agree with her? You could say it’s insult to injury. But some would say it was a long time coming.

Some Rando: Scarlet Lady sucks! Alya: Marigold and Chat Noir do all the work, not her! Kagami: She’s barely even necessary at this point. Clara: This video and song are to celebrate hope and love. And Scarlet Lady lacks both when push comes to shove. Chloe: ARGHHH! WHATEVER!

It further shows the turning tide of public opinion against Scar. What was once a trickle has grown into a wave, and now Chloe is forced to acknowledge her image and status aren’t as ironclad as she thought. Sure, she could denounce Lila as a liar like she’s done before, but Lila is bringing up instances that Chloe can’t deny: being late (as she’s just plain been a no show to several fights), endangering civilians, and being caught live on camera being willing to let someone die in a particularly horrible way because it’s easier.

This is the episode where it’s not just people seeing Scar is horrible, but acting on it and letting Chloe know they know she’s horrible. It’s reached the point where Chloe can’t just disregard the claims or discount and ignore her critics. And we’re seeing Chloe starting to lose control as a result. To the point she has to force her dad to ruin a previously sanctioned event in what has to be one of his most flagrant displays of abuse of power to date just to shut down her detractors.

And even that would come with more consequences for Chloe if it had been allowed to continue. Sabrina herself points it out that Clara is very popular with a lot of fans—people who would be aware she’s making a music video and whom would be very disappointed if word got out that it was cancelled due to an issue with the Mayor. And given all the very unhappy people we see in the comic in question where she points that out, it stands to reason that the word would get out. Heck, I’d be surprised if someone wasn’t recording it.

Then there’s the love square/hero shenanigans.

Remember how in canon, the whole “playing themselves/risking identities” bit kinda just dropped out halfway in? The kwamis were the only authority figures involved to call out on the risk and of the two, Plagg didn’t care and Tikki gave one knowing stare at Marinette before turning around to gush about the suit. Even though Marinette offers the alternative idea to the music video by the end, there’s no further comment or notice of how she and Adrien nearly blew their identities….or alternatively a comedic take where nobody recognizes them regardless and they worried for nothing. Honestly, I would have taken either setup.

Having Fu present to call them both out shows there is a responsible authority figure watching, makes it clear there are rules they are expected to follow, and reinforces that this was, in fact, a horrible idea. Sure, Marinette and Adrien worried enough to hide their masks, but it should have been obvious that wouldn’t work long term. They are risking their identities, not just to Paris but to each other. And he calls them out for doing it on purpose.

Then there’s the beautiful crescendo of the love square dance in that the two both pretty much have figured out the other’s identity and just want an identity reveal to make it official—which Fu won’t allow. We see it in their playful banter that gets mistaken for “getting into character” and in Adrien in particular pushing Marinette to take part.

This is a point where we are seeing them be teenagers. Foolish of them? Yes. Should they have known better and not done it? Yes. But is it in character and the sort of teenage shenanigans we would expect of teenage superheroes? Definitely. And that’s part of the point. Because they are teenagers. Teenagers in love, no less. Teenagers in love with secret identities to dance around. Which is half the fun of secret identities!

It’s just another aspect to this episode that makes it enjoyable.

So overall, the episode matters in ways that the canon version didn’t and was fun in ways that the canon version wasn’t, making it stand out not just as an episode or a remake of the canon episode, but as its own standalone episode AND a noteworthy point in the overall story.

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Irresistible Cravings

Lalisa Manoban ( lisa )

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part one here

The cravings, Lisa cannot resist.

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Y/N’s eyes gleamed with a devilish intent as he presented Lisa with his twisted proposition.

“If you want to cum, pet, then you’ll have to video call your dear old dad and do it right in front of him. Or, you can wait until I give you permission. The choice is yours.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in horror at the suggestion, her face flushing with a mix of shame and unbridled arousal. The thought of exposing herself to her father in such a depraved manner was both terrifying and thrilling. But the ache between her thighs was becoming unbearable, and she knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

With a shuddering breath, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, Y/N… I’ll do it. Just… please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

Hands trembling, Lisa reached for her phone, her heart pounding in her chest as she dialed her father’s number.

Y/N snatched Lisa’s phone and tossed it aside, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, did you really think I’d let you off the hook that easily, pet? No, I was just joking. You’re not going to cum tonight – not until I say so.”

He resumed his teasing, dragging his fingers along her sensitive skin, eliciting a desperate whimper from Lisa. Her body ached with unfulfilled desire, the promise of release dangled just out of reach.

“Please, Y/N daddy,”

She begged, her voice thick with need.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to cum, I need you inside me. Don’t do this to me.”

But Y/N remained unmoved, his touch taunting and relentless. Lisa knew that she was at his mercy, and the thought only served to heighten her arousal. She would endure whatever torment he had in store, if only he would eventually grant her the release she craved.

As the night wore, Y/N torment of Lisa only grew more brutal and relentless. He teased and taunted her mercilessly, denying her the release she craved with every fiber of her being.

Lisa’s body trembled with a mix of unbridled desire and utter desperation. The ache between her thighs was maddening, a constant reminder of the pleasure that lay just out of reach. She strained against the bonds that held her, whimpering and pleading for Y/N to take pity on her.

But Y/N was unyielding, his touch both tantalizing and cruelly withholding. He dragged his fingers along her sensitive flesh, eliciting sharp gasps and moans from Lisa’s lips, only to pull away just as she neared the edge of ecstasy.

The hours ticked by, and still Y/N refused to grant her the release she so desperately needed. Lisa’s pride had long since crumbled, replaced by a shameless hunger that consumed her every thought. She would do anything, say anything, to earn the sweet release she craved.

As the clock stuck midnight, Lisa’s body was wracked with tremors, her mind clouded by a haze of lust and torment. She knew that Y/N held all the power, and she was powerless to do anything but submit to his twisted whims. The night was still young, and she could only imagine the depths of depravity he had yet to explore.

As the bonds holding Lisa’s wrists were finally released, she let out a shuddering gasp of relief. For hours, she had been at Y/N’s cruel mercy, her body aching with unfulfilled desire. Now, with her hands free, she instinctively reached down to touch herself, desperate to find the release she had been so ruthlessly denied.

But Y/N stepped back, observing her with a critical eye.

“Not so fast, pet,”

He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Lisa froze, her fingers hovering just above her throbbing sex. She knew better than to defy him, even in her current state of desperation. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, her eyes pleading with Y/N to take pity on her.

“Please,”

She whispered, her voice hoarse from hours of begging.

“I need to cum, Y/N. I’ll do anything, just… please, let me have it.”

Y/N’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he studied her, drinking in the sight of her trembling, aching form.

“Hmmm, I suppose you’ve suffered enough for one night,”

He mused, his tone laced with amusement.

“Very well, pet. You may cum. But only when I say so.”

Y/N placed his hand firmly on Lisa’s throbbing pussy, his eyes narrowing as he barked the order.

“Don’t you dare cum, pet. Not until I say so.”

To his surprise, Lisa’s body went rigid, the familiar tremors of impending release suddenly subsiding. She bit her lip, her hips stilling as she fought against the overwhelming urge to let go. The Lisa who would have shattered at the slightest touch now held herself in check, obeying Y/N’s command with a discipline that bordered on the superhuman.

“Good girl,”

Y/N purred, his fingers tracing lazy circles against her sensitive flesh.

“You’re learning. Now, let’s see how long you can hold out…”

Lisa’s eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in her body straining with the effort of denying herself the climax she craved. She was at Y/N’s complete mercy, her own pleasure now subservient to his whims. The thought both terrified and exhilarated her, fueling her determination to prove her worth as his obedient little slut.

Y/N’s hand came down hard against Lisa’s sensitive flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. She flinched at the stinging sensation, but forced herself to remain still, determined not to break under his relentless torment.

“Look at you, pet,”

Y/N sneered, his fingers tracing lazy circles around her throbbing pussy.

“So desperate to cum, yet you hold it back like a good little slut. I wonder how long you can keep this up?”

Lisa’s body trembled with the effort of restraint, her hips bucking slightly against his touch. The ache between her thighs was maddening, but she knew better than to disobey his command. She would prove her worth, no matter how much it cost her.

“Please,”

She whimpered, her voice thick with need.

“I need to cum, Y/N. I’ll do anything, just let me have it. I need you so badly…”

Her words trailed off into a strangled moan as Y/N’s fingers dipped lower, teasing her sensitive folds. Lisa’s resolve wavered, but she clung to it desperately, determined to earn his approval.

As Y/N removed his throbbing cock from his boxers and placed it tantalizingly close to Lisa’s face, her eyes widened with a mix of desire and trepidation. The mere sight of his impressive length sent a shiver of anticipation through her, the ache between her thighs intensifying.

Instinctively, Lisa’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, her gaze fixed hungrily on Y/N’s pulsing shaft. She yearned to wrap her lips around him, to feel him stretching and filling her mouth. But she dared not move without his permission, her earlier display of obedience still fresh in her mind.

“Please, Y/N,”

She whispered, her voice laced with desperation.

“Let me taste you. I need to feel you inside me, in every way possible.”

Her hands twitched at her sides, aching to reach out and stroke him, to coax forth the release she craved. But she held herself in check, knowing that any disobedience would only prolong her torment. Y/N regarded her with a cruel smile, clearly reveling in her helpless state.

“Oh, you’ll get what’s coming to you, pet,”

“But first, I want to see just how much you can take.”

Y/N placed his throbbing cock against Lisa’s face beautiful face, but sternly ordered her not to dare bring out her tongue. To his amazement, Lisa remained utterly obedient, her gaze fixed hungrily on his shaft as she fought the urge to taste him.

“Good girl,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with filthy appreciation.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock, yet so perfectly obedient. I’m impressed, pet.”

Lisa’s body trembled with the effort of restraint, every fiber of her being yearning to wrap her lips around him. But she held herself in check, determined to prove her worth as Y/N’s loyal submissive.

“Please,”

She whispered, her eyes pleading.

“I want to serve you, Y/N. Let me show you how much I crave your cock. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter submission.

“Oh, you’ll get your reward, Lisa. But first, I want to see just how much you can take.”

Y/N saw that Lisa was becoming almost inhumanly addicted to his cock, and he decided to use that to his advantage. He began teasing her mercilessly, brushing the tip of his throbbing shaft against her lips, her cheeks, her neck – anywhere but where she craved it most. Lisa’s eyes followed the movement of his cock hungrily, her mouth watering with the need to taste him. She whimpered and squirmed, desperate to feel him fill her, but Y/N remained cruelly just out of reach.

“Please, Y/N,”

She begged, her voice thick with need.

“I need you inside me. I’ll do anything, just let me have it. I’m yours, completely yours.”

Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter desperation.

“Oh, I know you are, pet. And I’m going to enjoy every second of making you suffer for it.”

With that, he passed the tip of his cock against her lips, teasing her, taunting her. Lisa’s tongue darted out, desperate to catch even the smallest taste, but Y/N pulled away just before she could make contact. The cycle continued, Lisa’s need growing more and more intense with each passing moment. She was completely at Y/N’s mercy, and she knew it – a fact that only served to heighten her arousal.

Y/N brought his throbbing cock closer to Lisa’s dripping pussy, a taunting smirk playing on his lips.

“Does this little pussy of yours need a cock in there, hmmm?”

He asked in a filthy, teasing tone.

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat radiating from his shaft, so tantalizingly close to where she needed him most. Her hips bucked involuntarily, aching to be filled by his impressive length.

“Yes, Y/N,”

She whimpered, her voice thick with desperation.

“Please, I need you inside me. I’ll do anything, just take me, use me, make me yours!”

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to reach out and guide his cock to her entrance. She knew better than to defy him, her pride and pleasure now completely at his mercy. Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter submission.

“OH, don’t worry, pet. I plan to make you mine, in every way possible.”

As Y/N moved away with his tantalizing cock, Lisa couldn’t hold herself back. Desperate for any contact, she crawled after him, only to find that he was heading into the bathroom. Her heart sank as she realized he was simply going to relieve himself, not continue their torrid encounter.

Undeterred, Lisa followed him into the small bathroom, her eyes locked hungrily on his half-hard shaft. The thought of him urinating filled her with a twisted sense of longing – she wanted to taste him, to feel him in every possible way.

“Y/N, please”

She begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Let me serve you. I need to feel you, to please you. Don’t shut me out now.”

Her hands reached out, trembling with need, as she tried to grasp his cock. But Y/N quickly batted her away, a stern look crossing his features.

“Down, pet,”

“You’ll get your turn, but first I need to take care of this.”

Lisa whimpered in frustration, but she knew better than to disobey. Reluctantly, she sat back on her haunches, her eyes fixed hungrily on Y/N’s every movement as he relieved himself. The sound and sight of his urine hitting the water only served to heighten her arousal, and she ached to taste the salty liquid.

When he was finished, Y/N turned to her, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, what shall we do next, hmm??”

Y/N’s grip on Lisa’s hair tightened, pulling her face roughly towards his crotch. The musky scent of his cock and the lingering odor of his urine filled her senses, making her head spin with unbridled desire.

“This your oxygen now, pet”

Y/N growled, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he hovered his throbbing shaft on her nose opening.

“Breathe it in, let it consume you. You live for this cock, don’t you?”

Lisa’s eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled deeply, her body trembling with need. The smell was both intoxicating and humiliating, but she craved it like a drug. This was her purpose, her reason for being – to serve Y/N and his magnificent cock.

“Yes, Y/N”

She whimpered, her voice thick with desperation.

“I live for your cock. Please, let me have it. I’ll do anything, just don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

Her tongue darted out, desperate to catch even the smallest taste, but Y/N pulled away, denying her the release she craved. The cycle of torment continued, Lisa’s mind and body consumed by an all encompassing need for her master’s touch.

Y/N’ eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he gazed down at Lisa.

“You love my cock so much, don’t you, pet? Well then, I have a special treat for you.”

He produced a large, powerful vibrator, pressing it into Lisa’s trembling hands.

“Since you can’t have the real thing right now, you’re going to have to make do with this. But remember – you’re still not allowed to cum. I want you to fuck yourself on this until I say otherwise.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and trepidation crossing her features. The thought of denying her own release, even with the vibrator, was maddening. But the knowledge that Y/N was in complete control only served to heighten her arousal.

With a shuddering breath, Lisa positioned the vibrator at her entrance, slowly easing it inside. The sensation was exquisite, but she forced herself to move at an agonizingly slow pace, determined not to disobey Y/N’s command.

“That’s it, pet,”

Y/N purred, his gaze fixed hungrily on her every movement.

“Show me how much you crave this pleasure, but don’t you dare let go.”

Lisa’s hips rocked in a steady rhythm, the vibrator filling her in a way that was both satisfying and utterly frustrating. Her body ached to climax, but she held herself in check, knowing that Y/N’s wrath would be far worse than this torment.

Y/N words cut deep, ‘its been only two days Lisa and you are already so desperate for my cock, what was happening with you and Eli was he not giving you cock?’, striking a nerve within Lisa. She hesitated, a flicker of shame crossing her features as she considered Eli and their relationship.

“Eli… he’s been wonderful, truly.”

She admitted, her voice soft.

“But you’re right, I’ve been craving your cock relentlessly. I don’t know what’s wrong with me – I should be satisfied with Eli, but all I can think about is you and your magnificent shaft, your torment, your touch.”

Lisa’s eyes fell to the vibrator still nestled within her, a fresh wave of need washing over her.

“Eli does his best, but he just can’t compare to you, Y/N. I’m utterly addicted to you, to your touch, your scent, your taste. I need you in a way I’ve never needed anyone before.”

She met Y/N’s gaze, her expression a mix of shame and unbridled desire.

“Please, Y/N, I’m begging you. Take me, use me, make me yours. I’ll do anything, just don’t leave me waiting any longer.”

Y/N expression darkened as he regarded Lisa with a mixture of disgust and amusement.

“You’re stupid cheating slut, aren’t you?”

He spat.

“Don’t tell me you actually cum with that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, Eli. You’re nothing but a bitch in heat, aren’t you? You can’t even control yourself when I so much as touch your pussy.”

Lisa’s face flushed with shame, but she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. Eli had always been attentive and loving, but he simply couldn’t satisfy her the way Y/N could. The mere thought of her boyfriend’s touch paled in comparison to the all – consuming need she felt for Y/N’s domination.

“You’re right,”

She whispered, her gaze downcast.

“Eli tries his best, but he’ll never be able to give me what I truly crave. I’m utterly addicted to you, Y/N. Your touch, your scent, your cock – it’s all I can think about. Please, don’t make me go back to him. I need you, I need this…”

She trailed off, her hips rocking against the vibrator still buried within her, desperate for the release she had been denied.

At Y/N’s command, Lisa immediately began to frantically fuck herself on the vibrator, her body reacting with desperate need. She moaned out

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,”

Her hips bucking and grinding against the pulsing device as waves of pleasure washed over her. Lisa’s face was flushed with arousal, her eyes half-lidded as she lost herself in the sensations. The vibrator filled her in a way that Eli’s gentle touches could never match, and she craved the intensity of Y/N’s dominance.

With each thrust, Lisa’s cries grew louder, her desperation palpable. She was utterly at the mercy of her own desires, unable to find release without Y/N’s permission. The ache between her thighs was maddening, but she dared not disobey his orders.

“That’s it, pet,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

“Show me how much you need this. Show me how much you crave your daddy’s cock.”

Lisa’s movement became more erratic, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax. She was a slave to her own lust, and Y/N reveled in her utter submission.

Y/N pulled out his throbbing cock, dangling it tantalizingly in front of Lisa’s face. She could practically feel the heat radiating from his shaft, her mouth watering with the desperate need to taste him.

“Look at this, pet”

Y/N taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

“This is what you crave, isn’t it? This is the only thing that can truly satisfy you.”

Lisa’s eyes were glues to his cock, her body trembling with unbridled desire. She ached to reach out and wrap her lips around him, to feel him pulsing against her tongue. But she dared not move, knowing that any disobedience would only prolong her torment.

“Please, Y/N,”

She whimpered, her voice thick with need.

“I need you so badly. Let me have it, let me serve you. I’ll do anything, just don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

Y/N chuckled darkly, clearly reveling in her utter desperation. He brushed the tip of his cock against her lips, teasing her, taunting her. Lisa’s tongue darted out, desperate for even the smallest taste, but Y/N pulled away just before she could make contact.

Y/N yelled

“Bitch I know very well that you need it so badly, and that’s why I will take full advantage of your need and will tease you, torment you, break you in ways that are nonrepairable.”

Y/N’s words sent a shiver of anticipation and trepidation through Lisa. She knew deep down that he would stop at nothing to exploit her desperate need for him.

“Yes, Y/N,”

She whimpered, her voice trembling.

“I’m yours, completely. Do with me as you will – tease me, torment me, break me. I don’t care, as long as I can serve you.”

Lisa’s body ached with the need to be touched, to be used. She craved the pain and pleasure that only Y/N could provide, even if it meant her own destruction.

Slowly, she removed the vibrator, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud. Her eyes remained fixed on Y/N, silently begging him to take her, to claim her as his own.

“I’m ready,”

She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Use me, Y/N. Make me yours, no matter the cost.”

Seeing the anger flash across Y/N’s face, Lisa immediately understood she had made a grave mistake. Terrified, she began trembling uncontrollably. Quickly, she slid the vibrator back inside her aching pussy and started bouncing on it slowly, her movements desperate and erratic.

“Please, Y/N, forgive me,”

She whimpered, her voice laced with fear and arousal.

“I need you so badly, I couldn’t stand the emptiness. Let me show you how much I crave your cock. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise.”

Her hips rocked against the vibrator, the sensations both maddening and exquisite. Lisa’s eyes were wild, her gaze fixed hungrily on Y/N, silently begging for his approval, his touch, his release.

“Fuck me, Y/N”

She moaned, her words dripping with desperation.

“Use me, break me, do whatever you want. I’m yours, completely yours.”

For the next three hours, until the early morning hours, Y/N exerted complete control over Lisa. He forced her to continuously fuck herself on the vibrator, denying her the release she craved with every fiber of her being.

Lisa’s body moved in a desperate rhythm, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Yet, no matter how close she came to the edge, Y/N refused to let her climax. Her cries of frustration and need echoed through the room, her desperation palpable.

“Please, Y/N,”

She begged, her voice hoarse from hours of moaning.

“I can’t take it anymore. Let me cum, please! I’ll do anything, just make me yours!”

But Y/N remained merciless, his grip on her orgasm unwavering. He watched with sadistic delight as Lisa’s body trembled, her muscles clenching around the vibrator, desperate for release. The cycle of torment continued, Lisa’s mind and body consumed by an all encompassing need for her master’s touch.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, leaving Lisa alone and trembling, she was acutely aware of the vibrator still buzzing relentlessly inside her. The intensity was maddening, her body aching with the need for release, but Y/N’s order still echoed in her mind – she was not allowed to cum, no matter how desperate she became.

Lisa’s hips rocked against the vibrator, her movements growing more erratic by the minute. Sweat beaded on her brow as she fought against the overwhelming sensations, her muscles clenching around the unyielding device. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to let go, to give in to the blissful oblivion of orgasm.

But she dared not disobey Y/N. The fear of his wrath, the knowledge that he held complete control over her, kept her from succumbing to the pleasure. Lisa was trapped in a torturous limbo, her mind and body at war with one another.

“Please,”

She whimpered, her voice barely audible.

“I can’t… I need to cum, Y/N. Please, let me…”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears, ass Y/N remained asleep in his slumber. Lisa was utterly alone in her suffering, forced to endure the maddening sensations until her master designed to grant her release.

As the torment continued for the next 2-3 hours, Lisa’s body was pushed to its limits. Her hips rocked against the vibrator relentlessly, the intense sensations threatening to shatter her resolve. Sweat poured down her face, her muscles quivering with the strain of holding back her climax.

Just when she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, Y/N finally stirred from his sleep. Lisa’s eyes snapped to him, her expression a desperate plea for mercy. The clock on the wall read 9 a.m – she had endured this torment for hours, and her body was screaming for release.

“Y/N, please,”

She whimpered, her voice hoarse from her cries.

“I can’t… I need to cum, I need it so badly. Please, let me have my release. I’ll do anything, just make the pain stop.”

Her hips bucked against the vibrator, the sensations almost overwhelming. Lisa was teetering on the edge, her mind and body consumed by the need for Y/N’s permission to finally let go.

As the vibrator’s intensity reached its peak, Lisa let out a desperate, guttural moan. Her body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve ending alight with searing pleasure. Yet, the release she craved remained tantalizingly out of reach.

“Y/N, please”

She begged, her voice cracking with raw need.

“I can’t hold back any longer. Let me cum, let me be yours!”

Her hips bucked and ground against the vibrator, the sensations bordering on agony. Lisa’s mind was consumed by an all-encompassing desire, her sense of self dissolving into pure, unadulterated lust.

“Not yet, my sweet girl,”

Y/N purred, his gaze burning with dark amusement.

“You’ve been such a good girl, but I want to see more. Show me how much you need this, how much you crave your release.”

Lisa whimpered in desperation, her body betraying her as she continued to ride the vibrator. Every fiber of her being ached to climax, to feel the sweet release wash over her. But she dared not disobey Y/N, even as her sanity teetered on the edge.

“I’m yours, Y/N,”

She gasped, her words punctuated by ragged breaths.

“Use me, break me, do whatever you want. Just please, let me cum!”

Y/N expression softened slightly as he gazed down at the trembling Lisa. He gently caressed her cheek, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“My, my, you’ve been such a goof girl, haven’t you?”

“Bearing all this torment just to gain my trust. I’m impressed, pet.”

Lisa leaned into his touch, her eyes half-lidded with desperate need.

“Please, Y/N”

She whimpered.

“I’ve been so loyal to Eli, but all I can think about is you. I need you, I need your cock. I’ll do anything to prove my devotion.”

Her hips rocked against the vibrator, the sensations bordering on agony.

“Use me, break me, make me yours. I don’t care about Eli anymore – all that matters is serving you.”

Y/N’s grip on her face tightened, his expression darkening.

“Is that so, pet? Then prove it to me. Show me how much you crave my cock, how much you need to be broken.”

Lisa’s body trembled with anticipation, her mind consumed by the prospect of finally being claimed by her true master.

As Y/N pressed special button, the vibrator’s intensity increased exponentially. A crew sensation overcame Lisa – it felt as if a warm, wet tongue was licking and caressing her most sensitive areas. She let out a strangled cry, her back arching as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to shatter her.

“Y/N!”

She gasped, her voice thick with desperation.

“What is this? It feels so… so good!”

Lisa’s hips bucked and ground against the vibrator, the new sensation driving her wild with ecstasy. The vibrations, combined with the simulated tongue, pushed her closer and closer to the edge of release. But still, she dared not disobey Y/N’s command.

“Please,”

She whimpered, her eyes pleading.

“I need to cum, I need it so badly. Let me be yours, let me serve you. I’ll do anything, just make me yours!”

Her body trembled with the effort of holding back, the pleasure bordering on agony. Lisa was utterly at the mercy of Y/N’s sadistic whims, her mind and soul consumed by an all-encompassing need for his dominance.

Y/N observed Lisa’s desperate struggle with a mix of amusement and dark fascination. Her body writhed and trembled, aching for the release he denied her, while her mind remained steadfastly obedient to his command.

“Look at you, pet,”

He purred, his fingers trailing along her flushed cheek.

“Your body is dying for it, isn’t it? Begging to be claimed, to be broken. Yet your mind remains loyal, denying yourself that sweet release.”

Lisa whimpered, her hips grinding against the vibrator in a futile attempt to find her climax.

“Please, Y/N,”

She gasped, her voice ragged.

“I can’t take it anymore. Let me cum, let me be yours. I’ll do anything, just make the pain stop.”

Y/N chuckled, clearly reveling in her torment.

“Oh, but you will, my dear. In due time. For now, I want to watch you suffer, to see how long you can hold out before you break.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“You’re the perfect toy, Lisa. Your body and mind are so deliciously at odds. I can’t wait to see which one will win in the end.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in alarm as Y/N demanded Alice’s number. She hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

“Why do you need her number? Y/N? What are you planning to do?”

Y/N’s expression darkened, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“I want to show her the final moments, pet. The moment when your mind and body are finally at war. I want her to see the end of your precious loyalty to Eli.”

Lisa’s heart raced, torn between her loyalty to her boyfriend and her overwhelming desire to submit to Y/N’s twisted whims. She knew that once she gave him Alice’s number, there would be no going back. But the thought of Y/N breaking her completely, of proving her mind’s ultimate defeat, was too tantalizing to resist.

Trembling, she recited the number, sealing her fate. Y/N’s grin widened as he dialed, ready to unveil the climatic conclusion of Lisa’s torment.

As Alice’s concerned voice came through the line, Y/N turned the camera towards Lisa, who was struggling against her own body’s desperate need for release. She moaned and panted, her hips grinding relentlessly against the vibrator as her mind fought a losing battle.

“Look, Alice,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

“Your precious Lisa is at war with herself. Her body craved the sweet release I deny her, while her mind clings to her loyalty to Eli. It’s a delicious sight to behold.”

Lisa’s eyes were wild, her expression a mix of ecstasy and anguish. She wanted nothing more than to give in to the pleasure, to let Y/N claim her completely. But the fear of disappointing Eli, of betraying his trust, kept her from succumbing.

“Please, Alice,”

She gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Help me… I can’t… I need to cum, but I can’t disobey Y/N. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorrryyy…”

Her body shuddered, the vibrator’s relentless stimulation pushing her to the brink of madness. Lisa was trapped in a cruel limbo, her mind and body at war with one another, with Y/N as the ultimate puppeteer.

Y/N turned to Alice, his expression filled with cruel amusement.

“You see, Alice, your precious Lisa is lying. Her mind may cling to my orders, but her body is denying to cum. So, what would you suggest she do? Obey her mind and deny herself the release she craves, or give in to her body’s desperate need??”

Lisa’s eyes were wild, her expression a mix of anguish and longing. She knew that Alice’s response could determine the outcome of this twisted game, and she waited with bated breath for her manager’s decision.

As Y/N gently pushed Lisa onto the bed, her legs spread wide, shefelt a surge of trepidation and anticipation. He handed her the phone, allowing her to speak with Alice, while his hands slowly trailed up her inner thighs.

“Alice,”

Lisa breathed, her vloice trembling.

“I don’t know what to do. My body is aching for release, but my mind…”

She broke off, biting her lip as Y/N’s fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh.

“Tell her pet. Tell her what you really want. Don’t lie to yourself, or to her.”

Lisa’s gaze flickered between the phone and Y/N’s darkened eyes. She knew that her decision would have lasting consequences, but the need coursing through her body was becoming unbearable.

“Alice…”

She whispered, her resolve crumbling.

“I… I need to cum. I need Y/N to claim me, to break me. I’m sorry, but I can’t fight it anymore.”

Alice’s expression darkened with a devilish grin as she peered through the video call. Her voice dripped with mAlice as she addressed Y/N.

“Make her cum like the crazy bitch she is. Break her to the point where she can’t be repaired. I want to see her shattered beyond recognition.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in mix of fear and excitement on hearing Alice words she was feeling grateful that Alice said those things. As Y/N’s fingers traced tantalizing patterns on her inner thighs. She knew there was no going back now – her loyalty to Eli had been irreparably shattered by her overwhelming need for Y/N’s domination.

Trembling, she parted her legs further, silently begging for Y/N to take her, to claim her as his own. The vibrator continued its relentless assault, the sensations pushing her closer and closer to the edge of madness.

“Please”

“Use me, break me, make me yours. I can’t fight it anymore. I need to cum, I need you to destroy me.”

Y/N lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his fingers finally making contact with her most sensitive areas. Lisa’s back arched, a guttural moan escaping her lips as the pleasure threatened to consume her.

“As you wish, pet,”

Y/N purred.

“Let’s see how far I can push you before you shatter completely.”

As Y/N began sliding the vibrator in and out of Lisa’s pussy, she let out a series of desperate moans and cries. The sensations were overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Trembling, Lisa turned her gaze to the phone, locking eyes with Alice through the video call.

“Alice, I… I don’t know what to say. Everything has spiraled so far out being in control. I’ve betrayed Eli, but I did it for him, to clear his debt. But I can’t fight this anymore. I need to cum, I need Y/N to break me.”

Her hips bucked against the vibrator, the pleasure bordering on agony.

“Please, Alice, understand. I’m so sorry, but I have to do this. I have to give in to my desires, to let Y/N claim me. I can’t go back, even if I wanted to.”

Lisa’s expression was a mix of shame, desperation, and raw need.

Lisa’s face lit up with a bright, relieved smile as Alice’s reassuring words reached her through the phone. The knowledge that her manager would stand by her, no matter what, filled her with a sense of joy and security – even as she found herself reduced to a mere plaything for Y/N’s twisted desires.

“Oh, Alice,”

She breathed her voice thick with emotion.

“Thank you, thank you so much”

Her hips bucked against the vibrator, the sensation eliciting a strangled moan from her lips. Y/N continued his relentless ministrations, his gaze burning with dark amusement as he watched Lisa’s resolve crumbling.

“You see, pet?”

He purred, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on her inner thighs.

“Your loyalty has been rewarded.”

Lisa nodded, her expression a mix of trepidation and anticipation. With Alice’s support, she was ready to surrender herself to Y/N’s twisted desires, no matter the cost.

For the next 2 hours, Y/N continued his relentless, merciless torment on Lisa’s pussy, denying her the release she craved constantly. Lisa’s body writhed and trembled under his touch, the sensations bordering on agony, yet she endured it with a mix of anguish and ecstasy.

Through it all, Alice remained on the video call, bearing witness to Lisa’s unraveling. Her expression was a curious blend of concern and dark fascination, as if she too was captivated by the spectacle unfolding before her.

“That’s it, pet,”

Y/N purred, his fingers expertly manipulating the vibrator.

“Cry for me, beg for your release. I want to hear you shatter.”

Lisa’s cries echoed through the room, her voice hoarse from the strain. Yet, she refused to give in, her mind clinging to the last vestiges of her obedience to Y/N’s order, even as her body betrayed her.

“Please”

She whimpered, her gaze flicking between Y/N and the phone.

“I can’t… I need to cum, I need it so badly. But I can’t, I won’t betray your order. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

Her hips bucked and ground against the vibrator, the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. Lisa was trapped in a cruel limbo, her mind and body at war with one another, with Y/N as the ultimate puppeteer.

At precisely 12 pm, the relentless torment Lisa had endured for the past 12-13 hours finally came to a sudden halt. Y/N abruptly placed his hand directly onto her sensitive, aching pussy, and the intense stimulation was enough to push her over the edge.

Lisa’s back arched as a guttural, primal scream of ecstasy tore from her throat. Her entire body convulsed and trembled, wave after wave of shattering climax washing over her. The pent-up tension and desperation that had been building inside her exploded in a cathartic release, her mind going blissfully blank.

“Y/N!”

She cried out, her voice cracking with raw emotion.

“Fuck, yessss! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

Her hips ground against his hand, chasing the exquisite sensations that threatened to consume her. Lisa had never experienced anything like this before – the pleasure was so intense, so all-encompassing, that it bordered on pain. But she craved it, needed it, like a drowning person gasping for air.

Through it all, Alice watched in stunned silence, her expression a mix of horror and fascination. She had borne witness to Lisa’s unraveling, and now she saw the final, devasting result – her precious star reduced to a quivering, orgasmic mess, completely at the mercy of Y/N’s sadistic desires.

As the intensity of Lisa’s earth-shattering orgasm began to subside, she slowly came back to her senses. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, but a sense of clarity returned to her mind. Gazing up at Y/N, Lisa’s expression was one of pure gratitude.

“Thank you,”

She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you for letting me cum, for giving me the most incredible experience of my life.”

She reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of his face with reverence.

“I never knew pleasure could be so intense, so all-consuming. You’ve broken me, Y/N, in the most delicious was possible.”

Lisa’s eyes shone with a newfound adoration, her loyalty to Eli seemingly forgotten in the wake of her shattering climax.

“I’m yours now, completely and utterly. Use me, torment me, do whatever you wish. I’m at your mercy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaning up, she pressed a passionate kiss to Y/N’s lips, pouring all of her newfound devotion into the gesture. In that moment, Lisa had surrendered herself fully, her mind and body now firmly under Y/N’s control.

Y/N gently kissed Lisa back, savoring the taste of her lips. But all too soon, he broke the kiss, his expression turning serious.

“It’s past time now, Lisa. You should really be getting back to work.”

He glanced towards the phone, where Alice’s concerned face still peered through the video call.

“Yes, Lisa, you should come to the office. I’m sure I have some important matters to discuss with you.”

Lisa’s heart sank slightly at the thought of having to leave Y/N’s embrace, but she knew he was right. Her responsibilities as a K-pop idol couldn’t be ignored, no matter how tempting it was to stay and surrender herself to his desires.

With a reluctant nod, she began to straighten her clothes, trying in vain to smooth out the wrinkled and disheveled appearance. As she stood, she cast one last longing look at Y/N, silently conveying her desire to return to him soon.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,”

She promised, her voice soft but resolute.

Y/N gave Lisa a reassuring smile.

“No worries, Lisa. You are still Eli’s girlfriend, and you’ll always be.”

His words brought a sense of relief to Lisa’s heart, even as she was still reeling from the intense experience with Y/N. She knew her loyalty to Eli was important, and she was grateful that Y/N acknowledged it.

“Thank you, Y/N,”

She said softly.

“I care deeply for Eli, and I don’t want to betray him. But at the same time, I can’t deny what I feel for you. I’m so confused, but I know I have to go back to work now.”

Lisa’s eyes widened as Y/N’s words sank in. The agreement – how could she have forgotten? She had willingly surrendered herself to him for an entire week, in exchange for clearing Eli’s debt.

“Of course, Y/N,”

She breathed, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

“I remember now. I’m yours for the next five days, to do with ass you please.”

A smile spread across her lips as she realized the implications. The debt would be cleared, and she could return to Eli without the burden of guilt. But in the meantime, she would be Y/N’s obedient plaything, free to explore the depths of her desires without restraint.

“I’ll be the most obedient, devoted pet you’ve ever had.”

She purred, her gaze smoldering with unbridled lust.

“Use me, torment me, break me – I’m all yours.”

Leaning in, Lisa pressed a passionate kiss to Y/N’s lips, sealing her commitment. For the next five days, she would be his, and his alone. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body.

As Lisa reached her office, she sank into her chair, her mind still reeling from the intense encounter with Y/N. Turning to Alice, she recounted the events in vivid detail, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and exhilaration.

“Alice, it was… it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced,”

She began, her gaze downcast.

“Y/N, he… he tormented me for hours, denying me release over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unbearable.”

Lisa paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

“But I couldn’t fight it, Alice. My body betrayed me, craving his touch, his domination. And when he finally let me cum, it was the most shattering, earth-shattering experience of my life.”

She looked up, her eyes shining with a newfound resolve.

“I’m his now, Alice. For the next five days, I belong to Y/N, to do with as he pleases. I know it’s wrong, I know I’m betraying Eli, but I’m doing it for him only. But besides that I can’t deny what I feel. I need this, I need him.”

Lisa’s expression was earnest as she continued explaining the situation to Alice.

“I know this is all so complicated, Alice. But I’m doing this for Eli - to save him from Y/N’s debt. It’s the only way I can protect him.”

She paused, her gaze filled with determination.

“Y/N has me for the next five days, but after that, the debt will be cleared. Eli will be free, and I can go back to him without the burden of guilt. I have to do this, Alice. For Eli’s sake.”

Lisa reached across the desk, grasping Alice’s hands imploringly.

“Please, you have to understand. I’m not betraying Eli – I’m doing this to save him. I know it’s wrong, but I have no other choice. Y/N has me under his control, and I have to play by his rules. But I’ll come back to Eli, I promise.”

Her eyes shone with a mix of determination and sorrow.

“I just hope he can forgive me when this is all over. I love him, Alice, but I have to do what I must to protect him. Please, say you understand.”

Alice listened intently as Lisa explained the situation, her expression growing more understanding with each passing moment. When Lisa finished, Alice gave her hands a reassuring squeeze.

“Lisa, I know this is all so complicated, but I support your decision. You’re doing this to protect Eli – that’s the most important thing. You have to do what you must, and I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

“Go to Y/N for the next five days. Let him his way with you. Do whatever it takes to clear Eli’s debt. I know it’s not easy, but you’re strong, Lisa. You can get through this.”

She offered Lisa a small, encouraging smile.

“When it’s all over, Eli will understand. He loves you, and he’ll forgive you. Just focus on the task at hand. I’ll be here, supporting you every step of the way.”

Lisa felt a wave of relief wash over her. With Alice’s unwavering support, she knew she could face the challenges ahead. Squeezing Alice’s hands gratefully, she nodded, her resolve renewed.

“Thank you, Alice. I’ll do whatever it takes. For Eli, and for us.”

Lisa’s face flushed with sudden arousal as the memory of Y/N’s impressive cock flooded her mind when Alice asked about it. She turned to Alice, her expression a mix of disappointment and longing.

“Y/N’s cock is massive, Alice. I’d say it’s at least 28 centimeters long, and so thick…”

Lisa bit her lip, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the desk as she recalled the tantalizing sight.

“But he wouldn’t even let me touch it. He just used me, over and over again, with that vibrator. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly, but he denied me even that.”

Lisa’s hips shifted subtly, the ache between her legs growing more insistent. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way, not when she was supposed to be loyal to Eli. But the memory of Y/N’s domination was seared into her mind, fueling her desire.

“I need him, Alice. I need to feel that cock stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything to have it, even if it means betraying Eli.”

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes shining with desperation.

Lisa’s face flushed with cuteness as she admitted to Alice,

“Yes, I do have some photos… when Y/N was sleeping, I couldn’t resist taking tons of pictures of his cock. The whole time, I was being constantly tormented by that vibrator, but I just had to capture his impressive size.”

She pulled out her phone, hands trembling slightly, and began scrolling through the explicit images she had secretly taken.

“Look at it, Alice. It’s so thick and long, I can hardly believe that it would even fit inside me. I need to feel that cock stretching me open, filling me up completely.”

Lisa’s expression was a mix of shame and desperation as she gazed at the lewd photos. The memory of Y/N’s relentless domination had left an indelible mark on her psyche, and she found herself craving his touch more with each passing moment.

Alice gazed at Lisa with a mix of concern and dark fascination. She could see the desperation etched across her friend’s features, the indelible mark that Y/N had left on her psyche.

“Lisa, you’re starting to lose yourself.”

Alice murmured, her voice tinged with lust.

“Y/N has done so much damage to your mind. But I can see it, the way you crave his touch, his domination.”

Alice leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity.

“You need him, don’t you?? You need to feel that massive cock stretching you open, filling you up.”

Her hand reached out, caressing Lisa’s cheek with a feather-light touch.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal as she continued speaking to Alice.

“My heat is growing, Alice. I can’t stop thinking about Y/N’s cock, how it would feel inside me.”

She pulled out her phone again, scrolling through the explicit photos she had taken while Y/N slept. One image showed Lisa with her head beneath his massive shaft, her pussy pulsating around the vibrator that tormented her.

“Look at this, Alice. I was so desperate, so needy. I just wanted to feel him, to taste him. But he denied me even that.”

Lisa’s voice trembled with longing.

Alice’s gaze darkened with lust as she studied the lewd photos. She could see the desperation etched across Lisa’s features.

“I understand, Lisa. Don’t worry you have to go in the night back to Y/N.”

Lisa’s eyes shone with a desperate need as she showed Alice more explicit photos. In one particularly lewd image, Lisa had positioned her head between Y/N’s thighs, her mouth open in a silent plea as his massive cock loomed above her.

“Look, Alice Unnie!”

“I wanted it to look like his cockhad conquered me, that I was completely at his mercy.”

She traced the outline of Y/N’s shaft through the mobile screen with a trembling finger.

“I need to feel that power, that domination”

“I understand, Lisa. Don’t worry, you’ll be back with Y/N soon enough.”

Lisa felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. With Alice’s support, she knew she could surrender herself fully to Y/N’s twisted desires. Her body ached with need, and she couldn’t wait to feel his cock conquer her.

Lisa’s face flushed with a mix of shame and desperation as she confided in Alice.

“You have no idea, Alice Unnie. Y/N was so merciless, he tormented me for the past two days. Even last night, when my body was aching to cum, he wouldn’t let me. He ordered me not to, and I couldn’t disobey.”

She shuddered at the memory, her thighs clenching together in a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing need between them.

“I was dying, Unnie. My pussy was pulsing, begging for release, but Y/N denied me over and over again. It was pure torture Unnie, but I love every second of it.”

Lisa’s gaze grew hazy with lust as she recalled the intensity of Y/N’s domination.

“I’m so close to breaking, Unnie. I need his cock inside me, stretching me, claiming me.”

Lisa’s eyes were filled with a mix of confusion and raw desire as she confided in Alice.

“I was so helpless, Unnie. Y/N’s orders, they were doing something to me that I don’t even understand. I was getting controlled by him, like a toy working exactly as he wants. And yet, I loved every part of it.”

She shook her head, still trying to make sense of the hold Y/N had over her.

“I don’t know how he did it, but I was completely under his spell. Every command, every touch, it was like my body and mind were no longer my own. I was his to control, his to torment, and I craved it more than anything.”

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper, her cheeks flushed with a combination of shame and arousal.

“I should have been able to resist, to break free. But instead, I surrendered myself to him, body and soul. And the worst part is, I don’t regret it. I want more, Unnie. I need to feel that control, that domination again.”

She reached out, grasping Alice’s hands with a desperate intensity.

“I can’t wait to go back to Y/N, to be his plaything once more. I can’t stand this ache, this emptiness, any longer. I need him, Unnie. I need him to break me, to make me his forever.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with determination as she spoke to Alice.

“You know what, I’m not going to beg Y/N anymore. Tonight, I’m going to demand his cock. I’ll throw myself at him, begging and pleading until he has no choice but to give in to my needs.”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“I’ll strip off my clothes, exposing my body to him. I’ll touch myself, moaning his name, until he can’t resist any longer. And then, I’ll wrap my lips around his massive shaft, worshiping it with my mouth until he’s rock hard and ready to claim me.”

Lisa’s hips shifted subtly, the ache between her legs growing more insistent.

“I don’t care what it takes, Unnie. I need that cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything, be his obedient little pet, if it means I can finally have what I crave.”

Her expression was a mix of determination and desperation.

“Tonight, Y/N will be mine. I’ll make sure of it.”

Alice watched in silent fascination as Lisa’s desperation for Y/N consumed her. A wicked smile played on her lips, delighted to see her friend transform into such a desperate, needy whore.

“Look at you, Lisa,”

Alice purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“You’re so pathetic, so helpless without Y/N’s cock. It’s like he’s completely broken you.”

She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over Lisa’s flushed skin.

“But I love it. I love seeing you reduced to this, a slave to your own desires. And tonight, you’re going to get exactly what you crave.”

Alice’s hand trailed down Lisa’s arm, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

“Go to Y/N, Lisa. Beg him, plead with him until he has no choice but to take you. Show him how much of a desperate slut you’ve become.”

Her grip tightened, nails digging into Lisa’s flesh.

As the day wore on, Lisa’s desperation for Y/N and his massive cock only seemed to grow. She continued sharing more and more explicit photos with Alice, each one more lewd than the last.

“Look at this one, Unnie.”

Lisa breathed, showing her friend a picture of Y/N’s shaft mere inches from her face.

“I was so close to tasting him, to feeling him on my tongue. But he denied me even that.”

Her hips shifted subtly, the ache between her legs becoming increasingly insistent.

“And this one…”

Lisa swiped to another image, this time of her bent over, her pussy pulsing around the vibrator that tormented her.

“I wanted him to take me so badly, to feel his cock stretching me open.”

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes shining with raw need.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, Unnie. The way he dominated me, the way he made me his. I need to go back to him, to surrender myself completely.”

Suddenly, Lisa’s phone buzzed with a new message. Her heart raced as she saw the familiar number – it was Y/N. Quickly, she opened the message, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

“Come to me tonight, my pet. I have a special surprise waiting for you.”

Lisa felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Y/N’s message was cryptic, but she knew exactly what he wanted. Without hesitation, she turned to Alice, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and desire.

“He’s summoned me, Unnie. Y/N wants me to come to him tonight.”

She bit her lip, her mind racing with the possibilities.

“I have to go. I need to feel his cock inside me, no matter what.”

Gathering her things, Lisa paused for a moment, her gaze locking with Alice’s.

“Will you be there? I need you by my side, to witness my complete and utter submission to him.”

Alice gave Lisa an encouraging smile and told she would join in later.

As Lisa waited anxiously outside Y/N’s door, her heart raced with unbridled desire. The moment he opened it, she pounced, jumping into his arms and pulling him into a desperate, hungry kiss. Her lips crashed against his, her tongue darting out to taste every inch of his mouth.

Lisa’s hands roamed his body, clawing at his clothes as she tried to get closer, to feel more of him. The ache between her thighs was nearly unbearable, and she whimpered needily against his lips, silently begging him to take her, to claim her as his own.

Her hips ground against him, seeking any friction, any stimulation to ease the throbbing need that consumed her. Lisa was completely lost in her lust, her entire being focused on satisfying the craving for Y/N’s touch, his domination.

Breathless, she finally pulled back, her eyes glazed with wanton need.

“Please, Y/N,”

She panted, her voice dripping with desperation.

“I need you. I need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I’ll do anything, just please, take me!”

Y/N gently kissed Lisa’s ear lobes, his hands roaming over her curves as he whimpered into her ear.

“It’s high time you started calling me daddy or sir, my pet. Yet you haven’t done so. Why is that?”

Lisa shivered at his words, her body trembling with need.

“Forgive me, daddy”

She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

“I’ve been so desperate for your touch, your domination, that I’ve been too lost in my lust to remember my place.”

Gazing up at him with hooded eyes, she continued.

“Please, daddy, let me prove my obedience. I’ll call you whatever you desire, as long ass you give me what I crave.”

Y/N’s voice took on a stern, commanding tone as he looked down at Lisa.

“Oh, so this is a business now, it it? You’ll only do something when I give you something in return? Is that so, you stupid pet?”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a flash of fear and excitement crossing her features.

“No, daddy, I didn’t mean it like that!”

She quickly stammered.

“I’ll do anything you ask, without expecting anything in return. I’m yours to use, to command as you see fit.”

She dropped to her knees before him, gazing up with a look of utter submission.

“Please, daddy, punish me for my insolence. I need to feel your dominance, to know that I’m nothing but your obedient little plaything.”

Y/N’s smirk grew cruelly as he ordered Lisa to strip naked and crawl to the bedroom like the dog she is. He emphasized that there was a special surprise waiting for her there.

Lisa’s heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as she quickly obeyed, peeling off her clothes and dropping to her hands and knees. She crawled after Y/N, her gaze fixed on the floor, trembling with anticipation of what delicious torment he had in store.

As they reached the bedroom, Y/N suddenly stopped and brought his hand down hard on Lisa’s exposed ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

“Hurry up, pet. Your surprise is waiting,”

Y/N’s eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he fastened the dog collar around Lisa’s neck. The retractable rope allowed him to control her movements, turning her into the perfect human pet.

Lisa’s heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. Completely naked and on all fours, she was consumed by lust, her body aching for Y/N’s touch.

As Y/N tightened the collar, he leaned in close, whispering into her ear.

“The guys in the bedroom are going to love this presentation of yours, pet.”

Lisa’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Guys? What did he mean by that? Before she could ask, Y/N tugged on the leash, guiding her towards the bedroom.

Y/N paused again, this time blindfolding Lisa.

“No dog should be allowed to look at her surprise until the master says so…”

He growled tightening the blindfold.

Lisa's heart raced with a mix of fear and unbridled excitement. She was completely at Y/N's mercy, her senses deprived, her body trembling with anticipation. Even before he could do anything, her pussy was already dripping with pre-cum, betraying her desperate need.

Blind and helpless, Lisa waited with bated breath, her mind racing with the possibilities of what Y/N had in store for her….

to be continued

( Btw what you guys think? What surprise do Y/N have for Lisa?? )

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader, past Suguru x reader

ꕥ Content warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, BDSM, overtstimulation, videoing, cum play, oral, rough kissing, breeding kink HEAVY, misogyny high key, overall a mindfuck, violence, choking, objectification, obsessive crazy PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. And reader likes it!? Toxic relationship

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 12k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Split btwn Satoru's POV and yours

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Chapter 8

Your POV

“You… you what?” Satoru whispers, and your heart is pounding, as he’s eased out of you, looking down, blue eyes wide in shock. You shiver under his gaze, throat going dry at your words, at your confession.

“I know… I know I don’t know you that well, I know you’re a fucking psycho, I know we-”

“You what now? Say it again.” He cups your face so tightly, his insane look firm on his beautiful face, his lips parted, you are trembling now, thighs clenching either side of his hips.

“I said I love you, Toru. I am in love with you.” You stare for a moment, but that moment seems so long, as you hold your very breath, so terrified of his answer, of his response. “I know it’s too soon, it’s fucking insane fast, and I promise you don’t have to say it-”

“You love me?” He whispers then, and you see it, the glassiness of his eyes, as his breath catches, and his voice breaks. You exhale, nodding and brushing back his silky white locks.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You say it with more conviction this time, and Satoru captured your lips in a furious kiss, pulling your body up so close to him, kissing you over and over, your arms wrapping around his neck, clinging. He’s slipping his hands around your waist, around your hips, exhaling, his breath tickling your lips.

He keeps kissing you, before breaking apart, and caressing your face, and you can’t help but smile at him, so relieved that he took this fine, that he seems happy about it if anything. You peck a kiss on his chin, and he still looks very serious, eyes taking in every part of your face, his sweet breath mingling with your own. You both hold each other, both study each other, in the quiet of his room.

The only sounds are your heavy breaths, and the whirling of the fan above you both, but you’re warm under Satoru’s long body, completely covering you now, as he brushes damp hair back off your forehead. You kiss his palm, giggling now, but his expression is severe, as he gulps, then kisses your forehead, so oddly sweet for a man that just whipped your ass so well.

“Can I say it any time if I get this reaction?” You ask teasingly, and he sighs, resting his forehead on yours now. “Love you, love you, love you.”

“Fucking brat, gonna make me sick with your affection.” He says then, and you giggle once more, until he’s leaning up on his elbows, lips in a perfect pout, snowy lashes low over azure depths. “Well guess what?”

“What, Toru? Gonna beat my ass black and blue?” You ask, grinning now, but he exhales, a couple little tears on those long lashes, that then make your breath catch in your chest.

“I am so fucking in love with you, god I’ve been in love with you since I saw you, when you brought me to my damn knees, didn’t you know?” His husky declaration feels like a dream, and for a moment your mouth is just dropped open.

You gasp then, leaning up on your elbows, your hair falling back as you’re just a centimeter from his lips, your noses bumping for a moment. “You love me back!?”

He chuckles darkly, that insane half grin on his face. “Baby girl, I’ve been in love since I jacked off to the thought of you, of fucking you in that slutty mini skirt. Since that day I’ve known you’re it for me.”

You giggle once more, fuck he’s insane, but he makes you feel so good, so desired, and now you know, he feels this insane connenction too, more than physical. You would have taken just physical with him, but you have held back so long, to know this brings tears to your eyes.

“Satoru… you’re so nasty and insane… but so, so fucking hot right now.” He smirks again, and you grin so big, as your heart inflates with this love, as he makes you feel so full.

“Why would I watch you all the time at night if I didn’t fucking love you-”

“You shut up about that, let me have my moment psycho.”

He snorts, and it’s insane, Satoru is pretty much a stalker, he’s fucking possessive, he’s a kinky fucker, and he wants you having his babies… But that all doesn’t count against him, not one goddamn bit. Even his most concerning behaviors, when he looks at you like that!? When he says…

“I love you too.” So softly in that deep timbre of his, tears fall freely down your face, and you can’t stop them from flowing, you can’t stop yourself from melting, because when Satoru says it, it’s like the whole world has stopped spinning, like everything makes sense. It’s a true confession, not like back when Suguru had lied, this was real.

Everything about Satoru was so raw and real, down to how his eyes drink you in, so vulnerable and glassy, and he’s kissing your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, just so gentle, affectionate, much unlike how he tends to be, so intense and passionate. He kisses you so precious everywhere, his sweet cool breath exhaling when he finally touches your lips.

Satoru Gojo kisses you so sweetly on your lips it feels like heaven, like something that’s never existed before, something indescribable. Nothing has ever felt so good and perfect, not the consuming insanity you both crave, something even deeper. And you know, in this moment, that you’re going to do whatever it takes to keep him, to keep this love that’s so raw, so new, so intense.

You never want this to go away.

Satoru’s thumb wipes a tear from your cheek, and he’s smiling now, a full smile that lights up the whole fucking room, and he’s never looked more beautiful than he does right now, like some angel that got sent down. You brush his snowy hair off his brow, smiling back up at him, leaning up on your elbows a bit, to press kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, feeling him sigh.

“Say it again please.” He whispers, and you smile against his brow, pulling back and caressing his strong jaw, those jutting cheekbones. He was sent to Earth surely for being such a freaky, kinky ass angel, but he still must be some heaven sent creature, his beauty so bright as he looks at you.

“I’m in love with you, Toru.” Your lips are captured once more, as he sits up, pulling you against his chest, and you straddle him eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers entwined in his silky locks. “Mmm, love you.”

“Fuck.” He exhales, pulling back then, his hands taking over the expanse of your back, running his fingers between your shoulder blades, as you are face to face with him on his lap, feeling him hard and eager so quickly. It makes you shiver. “Baby… I gotta tell you something important. Can you listen?”

You nod eagerly, wiping at your face, feeling like a mess, as he strokes your back so gently. “I’m listening, Daddy.”

“You’re mine now, baby, for good. And that means no one else can have you. Not Suguru, not anyone, ever. If anyone ever tries to take you from me, I won’t hold back, I’ll fucking end them. Do you understand?” His insanity is shining through the sweet layers, through his happiness, his words are so serious.

Your brows knit together, as the weight of his words sink in. “Satoru, you’re it for me, I want no one else.”

“I need to make sure that no one comes near you. Ever. Not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust them. You have to always tell me if someone does something, I will not be mad at you. Promise?”

You nod again, understanding, as he’s looking so serious, his thumb now stroking your lower lip, making you want to kiss him again. “I know, I know, I’m all yours, Satoru. I’m all yours forever.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, please.” He begs, voice hoarse, and you blink through fresh tears, emotions in your throat.

“Never. Never.”

Satoru moans then, kissing you desperately, biting your lips, tongue swirling in your mouth, you meet him for every bite, every kiss, until you’re melting in his arms, until you’re sliding against his thigh, craving him again. His big hands take your hips now, guiding you as he slides back in, so thick and warm, making your cunt throb around him.

“Ah! Toru, mmm…” You whine out as his cock stretches your sore little pussy, and he hisses, baring his teeth, looking up at you so fucking lovingly, but so terrifying at the same time, so intense it steals your breath. “Sore, sore…”

“Need me to take it easy?” He whispers, and you nod then, as he kisses down your breasts, gently rocking his hips and pushing his cock in deeper. Your head falls back as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you whine in pleasure as you’re soaking his cock, your cum and his pouring out. “Fuck, perfect pussy, hate how good it grips, such a stupidly tight cunt.”

You laugh softly, just a tiny little sound, breathless from him filling you so full. “I’m just built like that, Toru. Mmm!”

“Built to try to make me cum fast, won’t happen.” Your words are cut off as he lifts you off him, pulling you back down, and you hear your greedy cunt sucking him in. “Laughing at me, huh brat?”

“No, no… not at- fuck!” Your nipples are still so sensitive from the clamps, and your sore ass is pressed against Satoru’s muscled thighs, as he’s grinding that leaky tip on your cervix.

“Beautiful as fuck, jesus, look at you.” His praise and his eyes get you, and you feel yourself rising higher and higher, as Satoru is oddly so gentle, letting you set the pace as you lift and drop your hips down tentatively. “Mmm, mine, all mine. Say it, say it for me.”

He’s grabbing you by the neck, pulling your face to him, and you struggle to get a breath, feeling him in your tummy now. “Yours.”

“You belong to me.”

“I belong to you.” He huffs now, fucking just a little harder, eyeing your reaction, caring in his own hidden way, and you love it, you love how he fills you so completely, how he takes you.

This is your forever now, with this mad, beautiful, terrifying man that you love so fucking much. And as he rubs your clit with a thumb, pressing in and running circles as he kisses and bites your throat, possessing you with every breath, as you cling tightly to his bare shoulders, you can’t help but think, that you never want this to end, you never want this feeling to stop.

Of Satoru’s obsession, his devotion, because fuck you feel the same way, Satoru has eclipsed everything you ever knew since he looked at you in that goddamn basketball game, since he touched your thighs and those insane eyes bore into you. Since he said those words, that changed everything before it all unfolded, before you realized Suguru didn’t even care.

‘That if I had you I’d never want anyone else.’

The way he’d fucking said that, the way your body and heart had reacted, to a man that claimed to hate you, but you could tell by his eyes that was never the case, that there was something… there. And now as you moan and your head falls back, your hair falling like a curtain down your back, and his hands slide up it, as he groans against your throat?

It’s perfect.

Nothing about this could be wrong, despite the insanity that was this, despite his overt obsession and lack of boundaries. You can’t lie to yourself, can’t say you’d change a goddamn thing about the psychotic man fucking you so good, so slow, as he is biting your collar bone, skin between his teeth, and you’re screaming out, cumming all over him, dripping down his thighs.

He moans as you do, as he feels you, lashes casting shadows on his pretty face. “I’m gonna make you a mommy tonight. Need you to stop taking that fucking pill, promise me?”

You gasp, then let out a muffled cry as he slams his lips, and flips you on your back, pressing your legs over his shoulders, shoving his cock deeper. You scream out, no coherent answer, as he pumps into you, and it’s not gentle, it’s sure, long strokes, that jerk your entire body under him. He’s caressing your ankles, the sides of your feet as he folds you further.

“Tell me, tell me you will. Have my baby. Stay here, stay here at our fucking home. Say it.” His words are batshit crazy, and you should be afraid, but you’re melting for him, as he’s got you completely folded into the mattress, and you’re gushing wetness around his thick length, eyes rolling back as you’re about to cum, pressure insane.

“S-Satoru… wh-what? I… ngh! Fuck!” You’re shattering, cumming so hard you’re a twitching mess under him, and he’s groaning as he feels you pulsing around him, his own pretty eyes rolling back.

“Fuck you feel so goddamn perfect. Say it, I need to fill you up, so good with me, will you be a good girl and say it?” He’s whispering, tickling the sensitive lobe of your ear, before running the tip of his tongue up it, and you’re gripping the soft blankets beneath you, fading in and out of consciousness at how good it feels, at the consuming storm that was Satoru Gojo.

“That’s… we… Just talk? I…”

“Not just talk.” He laughs harshly, shaking his head as he now puts his heavy weight on you, as his abdomen tenses, and his cock thickens in your tight entrance, and he’s cupping your face with his huge hands, biting your lower lip and breathing heavy as he pumps in your soaking wet cunt. “Don’t take them anymore. Lemme knock you up, have you so big with me.”

“Fuck! Satoru…”

“No.” He slaps your cheek, and you whimper, as the sting knocks you even more senseless.

“Daddy.” You whisper back, and he clearly approves, his gaze lidded and glossy, like his full lips.

“Mmm, good girl. Say it now. No more birth control.” You’re fading out even more, as he’s pressing your thighs completely against your breasts, as you cannot breathe anything but his scent, as his sweat drips down and you taste it on your lips. And his gaze, stormy and insane, takes you over.

“Want your babies, want them.” You whisper, but he laughs, Mad Hatter grin on his gorgeous fucking face, leaning up now, easing your legs down to rest on his hips, your heels pressing into the strong muscles of his lower back. He presses a hand on your tummy, and feels himself inside you, grinning so wide.

“Feel me fucking up your guts, huh? Wait till you’re so full of me, wait till your tits get so big, dripping with milk. And you’re so round here, baby will be so big, what will your tiny fucking body do?” You’re blinking rapidly, struggling to focus, but he moves his hand and you see it, your tummy bulging, and you’re flushing, overheated, overwhelmed by him.

“You want that, T-Toru?” You manage to whisper, and he bites that lower lip, rolling his hips just so, tip dragging on your g spot, having you a writhing mess under him, nails digging into his sides, feeling his muscles tense.

“I want it so bad, fuck I wanna keep you pregnant, won’t even give you a goddamn break. Put cum in you anytime I want. You’ll let me, won’t you? Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Fuck he’s nuts.

Fuck you’re into it.

You nod then, and he smirks, his pretty pink lips turning up at the corner, as he shoves in so deep it’s bruising, and you scream loud, earning an even wider smirk, his eyes getting lidded. They’re so dilated you can only see the thin ring of that brilliant fucking blue, almost all black like some goddamn sex demon, but maybe that’s what Satoru Gojo was.

And you fucking love it.

“Need you to use your words, pretty little slut. Slut for me, pussy this wet for me, you only moan for me. Say it.” He’s desperate now, as his hands are holding you in place as he rocks his hips, pushing into you over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room, mixing with your gasps and whimpers. “Use that pretty mouth, or did I fuck you stupid?”

You can’t form a goddamn thought aside from how sore you are and how good that pain feels, mixing with the insane pleasure. Satoru’s cock is relentless, filling you so completely that you feel like you’re going to break, but you crave it, you crave his dominance, his possession of your body. You can feel yourself tightening around him, your muscles spasming as you chase the high of your orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me. So tight, so perfect. Tell me it, please. Please.” He whispers against your ear, leaning down as he pins you, not letting you move, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making you shiver.

“It’s too much! Satoru, too much!”

“Nah, you got it, like a perfect little slut. My slut. Aren’t you baby?” He leans up, hand squeezing your throat, smiling as he sees those tears of overstimulation, and you start floating, feeling like you’re on some other existence with him. “Can my poor baby not fucking speak?

“Mmm! I… y-yes. Yes!”

“Then say it, you’ll have my babies. Be my pretty little fucking stay at home mommy, yeah?” He’s pounding even deeper, and you feel any shreds of feminism you had left (They’ve been few and far between since you let this psycho fuck your brains literally out) fall away.

He’s insane.

Is it just sexy talk? Is it just a kink?

He yanks out and you whine at the emptiness, hands reaching out for him, as he leans up and scowls now. “You’re a bad girl. You won’t say the right thing. Should I punish you, not let you cum?”

“No! Please, please… don’t stop.” You beg, your voice trembling as you feel yourself craving him so badly inside. Satoru rubs his tip teasingly between your folds, chuckling then, his other hand bracing himself on the other side of your head, clinging into your hair, pulling just hard enough to prick tears in your eyes.

“Then be a good girl.” He whispers, cooing those words as he’s pressing just the tip in, and you’re pulsing around it, desperately trying to pull him closer, deeper. He glares then, eyes narrowing. “Gonna cum from my tip? Needy slut. Why not say it, say how good you’ll be.”

“I’ll have your babies, I told you Toru. Mmm!” He pushes in again, but he doesn’t move, as your wriggle under him helplessly. “Please, oh please, please…”

“And how are you gonna have my babies, on your stupid fucking pill huh?” He’s brushing your hair back lovingly as he speaks harshly, as he talks insane shit, and your mind is muddled, as you’re so fucking pathetic for him. You gulp now, picturing it, picturing him trying to put a baby in you, picturing you pregnant with his baby, and it… fuck it does shit to you.

You’re even wetter, and he notices, with a smirk on his pretty face, as he squeezes your chin tightly, so goddamn possessive. “Toru…”

“Say it.”

“Fuck. I’ll throw em out.” He responds with a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls back and shoves in deep, and you’re crying out, head pressing back into those pillows of his, your hips rolling up for more.

“That’s my girl. Gonna let me knock your perfect pussy up?” He says then, and you nod eagerly, as he finally picks up the pace, driving into you like he’s trying to reach your soul, and he already goddamn has. “Good girl, you’re so good, gonna be such a good mommy, huh?”

“I will, I will. I want it, fuck. I wanna do it, put it in me.” You plead now, with watery eyes, your hands clinging to the top of his shoulder desperately, as he holds back just a bit, watching you fall apart. “Please, put one in me, a baby. Promise, will throw the pills out. Ah- fuck!” You scream out again, lost in the sensation of his pounding cock now, in the pain and pleasure that he brings.

You yelp when he pulls out suddenly, putting you on your tummy, laying on top of you, all the more consuming, as he takes over everything you are, but fuck, he’s always taken you over. Ever since he’d licked you and looked at you like that, ever since he pushed cum right inside you, behind Suguru’s back, that’s when you knew you needed him, like a drug.

Satoru is a drug, his cock, his hands, his mouth, every motion and every glance he makes, you’re hopelessly addicted, as he lines up his cock with your slick entrance and your head falls back. He’s kissing your neck, his soft hair tickling the side of your face as he presses in, and his free hand wraps your tummy, sliding down, pressing on your tummy again.

“Feel me baby? Of course you do, fucking you so deep, bet you feel me fucking everywhere.” He whispers lewdly, his hot breath making you shiver as he pushes so deep, you do feel him, in your tummy, in your throat, all inside your body as he thrusts into your pussy, and she’s gushing around him.

“I do. I do. You’re s’big, Toru.” You whisper, and hear his own soft whimper, as he allows himself to open up to you, as he allows himself to let go.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl now, aren’t you?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, pushing your hips back to meet him. He slams into you, filling you up completely, and you can’t help but scream his name. His hands are now around your throat, cutting off your oxygen, slamming his lips down as he takes you in that prone position. “Mmm, so good for me.”

“Wanna be… good for you.” You whisper, biting your lips so hard you feel the delicate skin tearing, and god you love the way he takes you, the way he owns you, the way he makes you feel. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, making you arch up off the bed for more, as his pelvis smacks against the fat of your ass, still so sore it stings so good.

“Cum for me, pretty little slut. Show me how much you love me.” He commands, his voice a dark, seductive whisper in your ear. And just like that, you shatter around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. “That’s it, good girl.”

 He keeps fucking you through it, not giving you a moment’s reprieve, and you love it, love the way he uses your body for his own pleasure, love how he’s chasing his own release as you’re trembling, as you’re pulsing all around him. Every bit of your skin and body is on fire, you’re soaking him even more, dripping down the expensive ruffled blankets now.

As the last tremors subside of your own, Satoru cums so deep in you, filling you up and coating your walls, groaning and moaning his pleasure into your lips, and finally he pulls out, leaving you panting and spent. Your face falls into the bed, as your body still twitches from how good he fucked you.

Satoru leans over you, placing a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades, hand running down your skin, glistening with sweat, and you just mewl weakly into the satin pillow cases, unable to form a word. He’s peppering hot kisses down your back, nipping and licking and sucking on every part, until he’s got your ass up, and he moans as he sees the sight.

“Fuck, look at all that cum leaking out of your slutty little cunt, two loads she’s so fucking hungry huh?” His words make you shiver as he pulls you on your knees, spreading them wide.

“She is for you. Milks you.” You whisper, peeking back with a devious little smile, but his eyes are glued to your abused pussy.

“Fuck, I need a video.”

“Huh!?”

Satoru’s POV 

God, just look at you, with your pretty ass in the air, and your lips are all puffy, your pussy so abused from his cock, your ass is already bruising, it’s gonna look so beautiful in the morning, he thinks. Those welps are rising up on your perfect skin, all across your ass cheeks and down those thighs of yours, your pussy is just leaking his white cum all out of it, looking so good he can’t stand it.

Your thighs are trembling, as you look back at him with that gorgeous face, those cock drunk eyes, you are barely hanging on by a thread, just how Satoru Gojo loves you, he fucking loves making you pathetic. He loves when he can make you do or say anything he wants, because you want to please him, and fuck… please him you do, in every way.

You love him.

You love him!?

Satoru Gojo has never truly felt it before, the love you make him feel, the love he was not sure was just in his head, the thoughts whirling in his addled mind when he would jerk off as he watched you undress in that window at night. You had shades but he could see your silhouette, fuck he’ll have to make sure his blinds close better, because you sure will not be putting on any shows except for him.

And soon, that silhouette will change won’t it, those lush tits will get even fuller, fuck he can’t wait until they are dripping milk, and he can lap at them, feel your tummy get so big as he knocks you up, with his baby. Little stretch marks decorating your skin, from him stretching you so much, and he’ll find you so beautiful still, fuck nothing would make you not beautiful.

Nothing. You’re too perfect, your body designed to find his every weakness, your pretty face made to ruin him, from that first night he met you, and he saw you, so bright and sweet in a sea of darkness. You brightened his cold, dark soul that day, just watching you flit around that bar, even if he went through so much just to get you, having had to see you with Suguru.

The thought of Suguru inside of you makes him so furious he thinks he’ll just cut his dick off, but he’s also thinking of just killing him, burying him. The only thing that holds him back is he know you wouldn’t want him to, and the history he had with Suguru, fuck that man had been like a brother to him, and Satoru still couldn’t believe he changed that much.

He hopes Shoko could talk some sense into him but he isn't convinced he won’t have to take matters into his own hands, just the thought of him having ever touched you has his blood pressure rising. The thought of anyone having ever touched you makes him lose his mind, not that he hasn’t already lost it the moment he met you, the moment the world stood still.

“A video!?” You ask then, and he’s snapped out of his reverie, smirking at you now, looking at your skin, shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat, your eyes so dilated and glassy.

“Of this cum pouring out of your perfect pussy, I need something to jerk off to at work you know.” You blink at him and he can’t stop the grin on his face, as his cock twitches, still coated in your slick, at the thought of it.

“You do that at work?” You ask then, and he sighs, you’re awfully innocent and cute still, despite your experiences lately.

“You don’t wanna know how often I imagined fucking you, even that girl I fucked on the regular, as soon as I met you I had to picture you, couldn’t even get hard.” Your cheeks flush, as you try to get up, but he presses you back down. “Ah- ah. Stay just like this f’me, hmm?”

“You’re crazy, Toru.”

“You already knew that.”

Satoru quickly comes back with his phone, which luckily has the best camera quality you can have, as he starts videoing you with your ass and pussy in the air. He grabs one ass cheek, smacking it and making you cry out, jerking and making him laugh, as he smacks the other.

“Mmm!”

“You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” You murmur, earning a harder smack, and you gasp, back arching even more, as he’s spreading those pussy lips, zooming in and sliding a finger in your little hole, pulling out some of the gooey white cum, fuck he cums so much for you. “Mmn… Toru…”

“Push some out for me, slutty girl.” You look back again, biting that lower lip, and he chuckles, using two fingers to part those lips. “Just push, you can do it, yeah? Just for me?”

“It sounds so…”

“Slutty? You are though. Aren’t you?”

“Fuck.” You bury your face again, from this angle that waist looks even smaller, and your hips look so tempting, your ass and the curve of it, every curve of you like this, as your breasts are squished under you on the bed, pressing out the sides by your rib cage. Your perfect pussy, spread open, fuck you’re perfection like this, aside from he can’t see your pretty little face. “Like that, Toru?”

Your question is met with your cunt pushing his cum out even more, and he’s so hard he can’t take it, as he sees the sight on his phone and in person, looking back and forth, as you whimper just so. You’re so responsive as he touches your soppy little cunt, fingering the sticky mess of both of you, as it now drips down your lips, all the way onto his blankets.

Fuck you’re sexy.

“Just like that, you’re a good little slut tonight, aren’t you? Took all my cum so fucking good.” He zooms in as he spreads your folds again, as he sees your own glistening wetness mixing with his white sperm, making you such a mess. “You getting horny again? Fucked twice, you that slutty?”

“For you, Toru. Ah!” He’s rubbing the mess between your folds, he can hear it squishing in the room as you get even wetter.

“And whose cum is this?”

“Yours, Toru.”

“And what am I gonna do, putting all that cum in you?”

“Breed me… ah!”

“That’s right, me in you, me getting you pregnant, huh?” You nod weakly, and he smacks your pussy now, making you jump, which makes him even more hungry as he drinks in your body, covered in bites, hand prints, welps… fuck he loves marking you, making you his, all his.

“You, Toru, you're getting me pregnant.”

“And the only one to cum in you.”

“Only you.”

“Only me?”

“Only you.” Satoru moans then he leans over you, flipping you over to your back, looking at those puffy nipples so pronounced, all bruised from his clamps, and he can’t stop wanting to mark you more, even as he sees the marks of his fingers on your throat. You look up at him adoringly under your lashes, those fake ones you had on still from work, but for some reason, he likes them.

He would prefer you natural, but you like makeup, you like to dress up, you like these silly lashes, the mascara leaking trails down your cheeks, and it makes you even hotter. Everything about you is so sexy, your perfect fucking body, as he runs a hand down every curve, squeezing those breasts and then smacking them gently, watching them jiggle hungrily through the phone.

“You’ll only want me, ever, won’t you baby?” He asks, zooming back to your fucked out face, and you nod eagerly, your hands clutching the blankets so tightly he sees those knuckles whiten, as you inhale sharply, his fingers toying those sore nipples so well.

“Only you.” You repeat, and he loves you so much, fuck your voice, your body, your everything, down to how your nose scrunches when you giggle, and how good your hand feels in his. How you brush back his hair and how you whisper his stupid nickname you call him, Toru.

“Such a little whore aren’t you, letting me video you like this. You want me to jerk off to you?” You nod shyly, as he spreads your thighs now, and fuck you look wanton, you look so lewd like this, and he’s ready to fuck you again, beat your poor pussy up even more. He leans the phone down, as he takes one of your hands to your clit. “Rub it, baby girl.”

You do as he says, you always do, you’re such a good girl, becoming everything he knew you would for him, everything he dreamed of since he saw you that night, but more, you were more. He never expected you to love him, even if he knew he could make you cum and cum over and over. He knew he could fuck you stupid.

Satoru never dreamed you’d love him, like he loves you, though he’s not sure anyone could love anyone how he loves you, the all consuming need that overwhelms him. He knows you love him, but he does not think you could ever love him as much as he loves you, as he looks at the body and soul he just wants to take over, consume, until nothing is left in your mind.

Nothing but him.

You rub your clit with tentative circles, your pink acrylic nails so stupid but they just serve to turn him on more, watching the soft lights reflect, watching them glitter right in his camera.

“Suck them, suck all my cum off baby.” You eagerly obey, like the perfect girl you are, and he smirks as you lap up the mix of fluids you’ve picked up with your finger, sucking on them and looking up at him in the phone’s lens. He exhales. “You do anything I say.”

“I will do anything for you.” You whisper, and finally he sets the phone down, slamming his lips on yours, holding your tiny hands, the ones his own just take over, entwining your fingers and feeling your sweet lips. He tastes himself on you, a little salty mixed with your sweet arousal, thinking how good you are together.

“I…” He loves you. It’s hard for him to say. The words get stuck in his throat, as he’s not affectionate, not as much as you probably need, he hopes he will be able to in time, but for now he’s gulping, looking down at you pleadingly.

You smile softly, pecking a kiss on his lips again. “I love you too, Satoru. You don’t have to say it all the time if it’s too much, I know you love me.”

Satoru Gojo breaks down then, at how for once in his life someone understands him, without barely knowing him, you look him right in his eyes and see right through his exterior.  He feels tears fall unwillingly, at his love and devotion for you, as he kisses you again and again, pulling you so close, he wishes he could get you even closer, so impossibly close.

“How do you do this, how do you just fucking see me like this?” He asks, and lets you take one of your hands out of his grip to wipe his cheek, smiling up at him with your pretty lips trembling, all swollen from his kisses.

“You see me too, you have seen me. You knew what I needed before I even knew myself. I wouldn’t have known… that his… affection was false, I may have never noticed. I wanted so badly for someone to love me.” You’re crying now too, sniffling, just a pretty little mess.

“I hate him for what he did.”

“But, Satoru… it all happened for a reason-”

“No, no, no.” He’s squeezing your face in his hands, thumbs brushing over the round apple of your cheek, then swiping lower, to where the hollows are, feeling every fine and delicate bone in your face. “It’s never okay, what he did.”

“I know, but it led us together. Now I have you, Satoru. You.” He blinks more emotion back, sighing, as he kisses away your tears.

“You are too sweet, y’know that? Sweet, slutty little girl.” You whimper, that sound from the back of your throat that drives him crazy. “So was it just talk, or will you come live with me?”

“Satoru…”

“Answer me. Please. I want to keep you safe.” His voice breaks, as you unwillingly elicit every emotion he has. He loves you so deeply he cannot stand it, cannot stand how much he wants you, needs you, craves you. “I can only do that if you’re here.”

“Suguru probably is not going to-”

The phone rings then, and it’s your phone, you blink a bit, looking at the name, and he sees it’s your friend Choso. “You gonna answer?”

“No, he can call back if it’s important.” Satoru loves how you put him first, as he leans on you again, covering your body with his own, feeling your heart thudding under your breasts. “You may love me, but what if you get sick of me?”

He laughs then. “Get sick of you? Fuck, never. I-” The phone rings again, and you frown, your brows drawing together. “Should you get it?”

“Yeah, he never calls twice if it’s not important. Is that okay?” You’re already so submissive, already seeking his decisions and approval, fuck he loves it, loves being the one to control and guide your pretty self. He nods and you exhale, kissing his cheek before he hops off you, headed to the bathroom to clean up, bringing a washcloth so he can clean you as well.

He listens to your conversation on your end then, and walks back in to see your face screwed up in emotions, you sitting there naked in his bed, eyes locking with his. Satoru frowns as he gently wipes you, and you hiss at the sting, surely completely sore at this point, grabbing his wrist carefully.

“Fuck, okay Cho… I’ll tell him. Thank you. No, please I’m fine, I’m with Toru, he won’t let anything happen. Okay love you too.”

You hang up then, hands shaking. Satoru knows that Choso and you had done something before him, before Suguru, but he also trusts you, and trusts your friend, even though his instinct is to be furious Choso licked that pussy first, he clearly was just a friend. And Satoru is glad you have a protective, big ass dude when he can’t be around, but every now and then he gets just a tiny bit jealous.

But now, you love him, you love Satoru. And it’s different from the friendship love you clearly feel. Satoru loves you enough to suck it up and allow you a friend, though he thinks he will make sure he gets all your attention, and Choso will get just a tiny bit, when Satoru feels generous.

“What was that?” He asks, wiping you once more, pressing the wet cloth just so, and you whimper at that, hips bucking up.

“Okay, so don’t freak out Toru.”

He glares at you then, as he puts one of his dress shirts on you, buttoning it carefully, thinking how fucking good you look in it, swallowing you, through his addled mind. “Don’t freak out Toru, huh? That’s gonna make me more mad.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes, as Satoru slides on a pair of his pajama pants, kittens all over, and you don’t even make fun of them, something was definitely wrong with whatever Choso told you. He frowns then, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on your bare thigh, stroking the smooth skin there, and you snuggle up to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Okay, um… Suguru was at the bar, asking to see me.” Satoru jumps up then, furious, and you stand up, trying to get his attention. “Listen, Choso kind of punched him in the face.”

Choso will get some attention for sure now, Satoru thinks.

“I really like Choso, you know.” Satoru says with a smirk, but you’re still trembling now. “What else?” You peek up, and your eyelashes are damn near off, Satoru gently pulls them, but you don’t giggle or blush, your face looks crestfallen. “Tell me right now, what is it!?”

Your POV

You sigh, and that sigh scares him, his body tenses as he looks down at you. “He said he wants to ‘right things’ with me, because I have apparently lied to Shoko about him. So he wanted to ‘clarify things’ and had already been to my house. But then, he came there, and Choso got so mad, then our boss made Choso go home and kicked them both out.”

You watch Satoru’s beautiful face contort in anger. “What the fuck!? That’s it.” Satoru gets up then, and you are pulling at him again, shaking your head, trying to calm him down, as you see a text then from Shoko, but you have no time to even check it, as Satoru is already ready to kill him.

“He’ll be coming-” The doorbell rings.

Shit.

Satoru is furious, you can feel anger radiating through every part of his body as he stomps out, and you follow him, in one of those expensive dress shirts that hit your knees damn near, as you know everything is going to blow up. And it makes you furious, as to why you can’t just have a beautiful night, with the love of your life, with your psychotic boyfriend.

Your sweet, sadistic, psychotic boyfriend.

You watch in horror as Satoru swings open the door, and Suguru Geto is there with a black eye and a bloodied lip, scowling at you behind Satoru, and he tries to push past him then to get to you. You step back, concern hitting as you haven’t seen him like this, even when he touched you, and you start having flashbacks, feeling your stomach lurch.

You hadn’t seen him since he did it.

“Suguru… I’m sorry for that, but- ah!” He’s slid his hand up your skirt then, roughly yanking your panties to the side, and you panic then, trying to back away, only for him to pull you in a tight grip, slipping a thick finger inside you. “Don’t!”

“Ah, you’re always wet, aren’t you? A slut hmm? Maybe I should fuck his cum out of you, put my own in there.” 

You feel it again, the shock of someone who just a week ago seemed to care for you, when it all was a goddamn lie. Satoru has him pinned against the wall, and now Suguru is looking up at him with dark eyes, feverish in their glare. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing anywhere near her!?”

He laughs harshly, without humor, biting and chilling. “Because she’s a fucking liar, all she does is destroy everything.” He bites out then, speaking through his teeth, and you scowl over at him now.

“I didn’t lie about anything. You know what you fucking did.” Your voice gets choked up, and his gaze goes back to you, as he struggles again, but Satoru is clearly stronger than him, as he has his forearm against Suguru��s collarbone.

“You wanted me to touch you, you’re so desperate for any attention, you love everyone fucking fighting over you, makes you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t it?” He says then, only for Satoru to punch him in the stomach, and Suguru uses it to duck out of his hold, and punch Satoru in the ribs.

“Don’t talk about her, don’t you fucking dare. Didn’t even deserve to breathe her fucking air.” Satoru speaks through his teeth, clutching his ribs as you walk up to Suguru then, and his blue eyes widen. “Baby, go in the room-”

“No, fuck this. And fuck you, Suguru Geto.” You haul off and smack him then, and he grabs your wrist, laughing as he looks down at you, so you smack him with your other hand, and he takes that one too, as Satoru is doubled over still and coughing, trying to pull himself together.

“Already did fuck you, didn’t I Princess, I’m sorry you’re really not that good.” You laugh then, shaking your head.

“And you weren’t that good, considering your friend got me off better than you ever could, hmm?” Suguru smacks you then, only to be tackled by Satoru, who’s straddling Suguru’s hips, pressing his head down into the marble tile of the entryway, you watch him flail, as you touch your cheek. “You don’t smack as good as he does either, Sugu.”

“You fucking bitch!” Satoru laughs then, looking up at you with those insane blue eyes, his pupils shrunk to pinpoints, making them so bright.

“That’s my girl.”

“Your girl is a slut.”

“She’s my slut. I assure you, she’s forgotten anything you’ve done, I fill her with so much cum you know. Pushed cum in her at that threesome.”

“You what!?” Suguru flips then, and Satoru punches him in the jaw, it makes a sickening crack, of knuckles hitting bones. You watch in horror, as the two of them start fighting, your heart racing in your chest, and you can’t even tell who’s winning, as they roll around, fists flying, grunts and curses echoing in the house.

“Stop, please…”

“You’re so fucking annoying, I should thank Satoru for taking you.” Suguru huffs out, and you glare then.

“Never mind, keep punching him, Toru.” Satoru grins, wiping blood off his lips, punching Suguru again, as you watch Satoru’s bare chest flex and sweat, as you watch him dominate Suguru.

Suguru’s nose is bleeding now, and he’s on top of Satoru again. “I just need your lying little girlfriend to admit she wanted it and tell Shoko, now she wants nothing to do with me.”

“Well boo fucking hoo, that’s what you get for being a piece of shit.” Satoru holds him down then, leaning close, pinning Suguru to the floor, who is so knocked out he is  barely even fighting back. “Shoko never even liked you like that.”

“And she didn’t like you like that!”

Satoru scoffs at Suguru’s choked out words. “No shit, we are actual friends, not whatever you gaslit her into believing, why can’t you just admit how much of a piece of shit you’ve become?”

“And you’ll let her come between us, Satoru?”

“You aren’t my friend anymore, you haven’t been! The moment I told you about her, the moment you took her innocence like that, you stopped being a friend. You stopped being a friend when I told you about Shoko, didn’t you?”

“How could you Satoru? You knew how I felt! You knew I was in love with her, how could I forgive you?” Satoru yanks Suguru up by his shirt then, and you hear the emotion in his voice, you see the pain between two people who were friends, but Suguru’s hatred must have consumed him, changed him.

“You didn’t have to forgive me, you could have stopped being my friend, but you let revenge eat at you, now you hurt her, her who has not done a goddamn thing wrong to you, she did nothing to deserve anything you fucking did.” Satour’s voice breaks as he points at you, and Suguru looks over, and his eyes drop to your cheek now, his jaw tensing. “You never would hurt a woman, what the fuck happened!”

“I just… I just…” Suguru grimaces then, shoving Satoru off him, but he doesn’t swing, he’s huffing as he stands, looking away and covering his face.

“Of course Shoko doesn’t want you now, how could she want a man that hurts a woman like that? You know she would never be okay. Did you think we wouldn’t tell her, fucking warn her of what you’re becoming? You’re not Suguru anymore. Not at all.” Satoru’s stomping back to him, and you touch his arm gently, shaking your head, as he scoffs.

“Give him a moment.” You say softly, and Suguru turns then, looking at Satoru, then at you, and you see tears in his usually calm brown eyes, for once you think you see some shred of emotion, as he stares at you.

“Why would you want him not to kill me? After what I’ve done.” He says to you then, and you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Are you admitting you did it? Lied to me to fuck me first? Touched me without my consent?” You ask then, your own voice breaking, and Suguru rushes his hand through his long hair angrily, yanking at it and making it more of a mess.

“Yes. I did.” He says finally, and you have to hold Satoru back, looking at Suguru then, your heart shattering as you think of how stupid you were then. “You believed it so easily, everything I said, when I told you Satoru would want someone prettier, skinnier, richer, all of it. Remember?”

“What the fuck-”

“Yes, I believed it, and you knew I would.” You say, as your boyfriend is prepared to kill the man walking to you, the man who touches your cheek where he’d hit you, and Satoru smacks his hand down as Suguru studies you.

“It wasn’t true. Satoru said you were the most beautiful thing he’d seen, he said when he saw you everyone else was nothing.” Suguru says, and you feel tears fall, hot and sticky, burning your eyes. “Nothing I said was true, but especially that.”

“Including having any feelings, clearly.” You swipe at your face, and he sighs, as he steps even closer, and he holds his hands up in surrender, looking at Satoru again, then back at you.

“I did not have feelings for you at first, no. Not even when I took your virginity.” You take a shaky breath, you knew this already, it was hurtful to hear out loud but you braced yourself for it, nodding then. “I did get feelings, but nowhere near what Satoru felt seeing you, it was more… You were beautiful, funny and sweet. And I almost believed my own lie.”

You brace yourself, trying to stay calm now. “The lie that you wanted to be with me?”

“Yes. I felt comfortable with you, fuck you adored me, did anything to please me, like some… some submissive little thing. I got off on making you do things. I almost loved it, loved this perfect girl, and nearly forgot what brought me to you, but when I got with Shoko, I couldn’t see anything else, including you. And I ignored you completely, I can’t believe you even stayed.”

“I stayed because I didn’t want to believe it, I wanted to be perfect, and loyal, even when Satoru joined and I lost myself in him, we still tried not to. I tried to make sure I gave you the loyalty you lacked.” You feel yourself overwhelmed as you look at him, at someone once so dear, and now a whole fucking stranger, beat to a pulp by Choso and now Satoru.

He gulps then as he watches your face fall apart. “I lied again, and you believed it, you believe any lies either of us tell you.”

“Fuck you, Suguru.” Satoru says then with a scoff, his arm around you tightly, and Suguru smirks, touching the blood on his lips with his thumb.

“Like you weren’t a dick to her until you fucked her.”

“He had reasons… it doesn’t excuse it, but he was hurt by what you did, so hurt he didn’t even want to like me.” You say then, and notice Satoru gripping you tighter. “And you know, if you’d just shown remorse, if you’d just explained, I could have forgiven you. Fuck I would have forgiven you for fucking Shoko behind my back if you hadn’t said what you did. Did you think about how badly that hurt?”

“It probably did, but I couldn’t help myself when she wanted me.”

“But you lied to her, she didn’t know our ‘relationship’ if I can even call it that. Why not just split up with me, and try to have a relationship with her that way? Why drag me along when you never wanted me? Just to hurt Satoru more?” You ask then, stepping up to Suguru Geto and scowling up at him. “You’ve hurt him enough. End this now, before everyone gets hurt more from you.”

Suguru is quiet, as he studies your face then, seriously, and for a moment you think you see him, as someone with a soul, but you’re just not sure how much there is. “Can I kill him now?”

“Satoru…” You look at him and he rolls his blue eyes, vein throbbing in his jaw, all reddened from Suguru’s fists. “Somewhere in there was Satoru’s friend, I don’t know that guy, I just know… this.” You gesture to him. “This awful, mean fucking person here who loves to hurt people. Where’s the guy I thought I met, is he so far gone?”

“Fuck.” Suguru covers his face again, and you pull his hand down, scowling up at him again.

“No, you face your shit, Suguru. Face what you’ve done, and do you know what you have done?”

“I know. I know I lied, I hurt you, I played you for fucking everything, gaslit the shit out of you. Played on your every insecurity. Built you up to knock you the fuck down. Think I don’t know?” He whispers, jaw locked, eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. “I know what I did.”

“Then why call me a fucking liar? You know you touched me. You know I told you not to!”

“I was furious at you both, I’m so tired of Satoru getting everything-”

“You didn’t want me in the first place!”

“I did, at that point, I wanted you.”

“Because what, Satoru had me? That’s so fucked.”

“That’s how it’s always been, some competition, when I never felt that way about you. Suguru I did nothing but fucking make sure I stayed away, because you had even me fooled into thinking that you cared for her. You’re wasting talents, should be an actor and not an almost rapist.” Satoru says, and Suguru scowls at him now.

“I wasn’t going to rape her what the fuck?”

“How do we know that? What’d you say to her huh?” Satoru shoves at him again, and you feel the tension in the air once more.

“I don’t remember.”

“Well, I do.” You speak then, and Suguru can’t meet your eyes. “Said you were gonna fuck his cum out of me and put yours in there.”

“I was angry, you fucked my best friend and left me for him-”

“You had no right to be angry, this whole thing was a lie, even so, how can you justify touching me?”

“I can’t.”

“So fucking apologize, admit your fault, stop deflecting.”

“Apologies don’t matter.” Satoru says, scoffing as his hand slams down on Suguru’s chest, his voice low and guttural. “He won’t mean it.”

“I am sorry-”

“You’re sorry Shoko doesn’t want you now. That’s it. You don’t care what you did to her, not one fucking bit.” Satoru says, cutting off his half-assed attempt. Suguru’s brows lower, but he doesn’t try to fight Satoru anymore, his hands in fists at his sides as Satoru shoves him again. “You should have taken it out on me, I did it, that two seconds we both regretted. She didn’t do anything, the girl had to have nightmares and wake up screaming over you. I’ll never forgive it.”

“Nightmares? I…” He looks at you again, then shuts his eyes, shaking his head. “I wasn’t going to rape her. I wouldn’t do that.”

“But you’ll assault a woman, smack her in the face, touch her? Lie to get anything you want from her? She’s not your toy anymore. Let it go. Let this friendship go too, because I never wanna see your fucking face again.”

“We work together, we run a business, I-”

“I’ll sell it.” You gasp then.

“Satoru…” He shakes his head at you, narrowing his blue eyes to slits as he stares at Suguru. “Look at me, if you come near her again, if you talk to her again, I will fucking end you, and no one will find your body. No one will remember your name.” Satoru’s whisper sends chills down your spine, as your heart clutches, and Suguru frowns finally.

“Satoru, I won’t come near her again, but you can’t just-”

“I can, and I will. I'll sell my half of the company, I’ll do whatever I have to, to keep her safe, to keep her with me, because she’s mine, and she’s all I’ve ever wanted, and I will not let anyone take that from me.” You can see the desperation in him, the anger, the sadness, something that makes your heart ache.

“You won’t have to do that. I won’t bother her again.”

“I don’t want to look at your face ever again. All I want to do is kill you, hide your fucking body where no one will find you. It’s all I can think of for what you did, not to me, but to her.” Suguru is let go then, as Gojo shoves him one more time, shaking violently, and you realize you’re shaking, your breaths coming out in pants, so overwhelmed from all of this.

Suguru comes to you, and Satoru goes to stop him, but you shake your head. “It’s okay, Satoru.”

“You’re sickeningly kind, you know. It’s disgusting.” Satoru mutters, and you smile just a bit at him, before focusing back on Suguru.

“I was never going to take it further, but I should have never touched you, and I should have never even approached you. I’m fucking sorry I brought you into this, brought you down into my hole I’m fucking in. You are kind, and sweet, and didn’t deserve any of it.” He blinks back tears, and you take a shaky breath, nodding then. “I won’t interfere, whatever Satoru decides to do with the business.”

“Thank you for that.” Suguru laughs without humor.

“You’re too nice, he’s right.”

“I feel sorry for you, Suguru. That you feel that desperate, that you felt you needed to drag others in your hatred. I’m sorry you didn’t let something go, and let it consume you. I’m sorry you’re gonna be alone, and lose your best friends. I’ll be good, I have Satoru, you won’t have them. So in a way I truly think I’m better off, despite everything you’ve done.”

He blinks then, his stance defeated, and he looks at Satoru, who is staring at you intensely. “Satoru, do you think you’ll ever forgive me?”

“No, I know I won’t. I’ll hate you forever for what you did to her. For touching her when she said no. For taking her first time. I don’t buy your remorse, I’m not as nice as her.” Suguru nods a bit then, as he comes to the realization Satoru will not forgive him. “I can’t ever have you around her again.”

“I will not touch her again. You do have my word.” Satoru snorts, his white lashes fluttering as he cracks his knuckles, bruised already, shaking his hands out.

“Your word means nothing. You did this to yourself, you can’t just apologize your way out of this one. Just because she forgives you doesn’t mean I will. I love her more than she loves herself.” Satoru’s words roll over you, their intent, as he drags you against him now, kissing you so roughly, with that blood on his lip. Suguru just watches you both for a moment.

Suguru’s eyes snap to Satoru’s as he pulls back, and you can see the fear there, the knowledge that he’s lost to Satoru, lost whatever game he was playing, lost his chance at whatever he thought he had with you, to fuck with you both. He looks utterly defeated, and you feel a twinge of satisfaction at it, at seeing him so down, even if you won’t admit it.

He’s horrible, and finally he has to face his consequences for his actions. He walks out without a word, the door shutting behind him, and you cup Satoru Gojo’s face carefully, sighing. “Satoru Gojo, how often will I have to clean you up?”

He smirks, making his lip bust even more. “All the time, I need to buy a slutty nurse outfit.”

You smile up at him, shaking your head and kissing his cheek, already swelling, and he hisses a bit. “Let’s clean you up.”

You’re in his bathroom then, in the same position you’d been in last time, when you’d first stayed the night in Satoru’s arms. You’re using that first aid kit, as he sits on the edge of the tub, as he’s holding your waist, looking up at you, expression on his pretty face unreadable. His eyes follow your every motion, gripping you just a little tight as you dab ointment on his eyebrow.

“Why forgive him?” Satoru asks, you hear it, the anger, the confusion. You hum a bit to yourself, feeling his breath on your collarbone as you brush back his hair, watching his long white lashes flutter for a moment.

“Forgiving and forgetting are two different things. I will never trust him, believe him, I never want to see him, but… I can’t hold hatred in my heart.”

“I’ll hold enough for both of us.” He says then, and your heart breaks for him, knowing all he’s been through, long before you even knew him.

“Satoru, I am with you. I love you. He’ll be lonely and miserable, and he’s done it all to himself-”

“He did it to you, don’t you see that? He hurt you so fucking bad. He took a choice from you.”

“I know. And maybe I hate him too, deep down, but I’m trying to not let it ruin me, to focus on this. On you.” He lifts your dress shirt then, gripping your ass, and you bite your lower lip, thighs trembling.

“I’ll never let someone hurt you again. I swear, no one. I’m so sorry I caused you-”

“You didn’t cause anything. Stop it.” You kiss him gently, but he’s rough when he grabs your ass again, when he slides up that shirt, thumbs pressing into your pelvis, putting so much pressure. “Let me finish patching you up, mmm… please.”

“Fuck that. You don’t mind me all beat up, do you?” You struggle to focus, to put bandaids on him, but he’s rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you whine out. “She wants it, why don’t you listen to her?” He whispers, so goddamn sexy, and you’re trying your best to focus.

“Because she’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere, and I am trying to clean up my boyfriend, okay? Toru, fuck!” He’s sunk two fingers in you now, moaning as he looks up to you, devotion and desire in equal measure as he looks at you, as you fall into his gaze, squishing sounds filling his bathrooms as you gush down his fingers. “Toru- ngh - please, let me f-finish.”

“You can finish on my mouth.” He says, husky voice wrecking, as he stands and pushes you against the sink, dropping on his knees, and yanking a thigh over his shoulder, breath against your slick heat. “Let me taste you, taste how much you want me, please.”

“Toru… You’ll bust your lip open!” You are trying to reprimand him, but he’s lapping at your eager pussy, those perfect eyes looking at you, as his tongue is swirling around your clit, making it twitch at the contact, and you’re whimpering at how fucking good it feels, as he moans against you. “Be careful! Don’t- mmm - hurt yourself, Toru please…”

“Shut up and let me drink you.” He whispers, shoving and holding his shirt up, and you fall apart then, leaning back against the counter, head falling back as your eyes roll, as your hips gently thrust for more. Satoru is devouring you, every bit of you, hungrily and with such fervor, and you’re melting for him, your hands tangling in his hair, and your knees are shaking.

He’s groaning against your flesh, making you quiver, and you feel so fucking close to cumming, your clit already so overstimulated from earlier so you tighten your grip on him, pushing his head down harder, as he eagerly takes it, it’s what he wants. He’s shoving two fingers back in your pussy again, and you’re soaking him down to his wrists.

“Satoru!” You whine out, when he uses his teeth, gently biting at your clit, making you jolt, your thighs tightening around his head. “Satoru, fuck, I’m gonna…. Satoru gonna cum… ah!”

And then you do, buckling back against the sink, as he laps it up, his tongue sliding deep inside you, making you pulse around it, as you cry out. He’s relentless, keeping you on the edge, keeping you there, and you’re shaking and clutching his hair, and your breath is hitched, as he kisses and licks and sucks you, until you’re begging him to stop, to let you catch your breath.

Satoru’s eyes are dark and wild, his cheeks flushed as he looks up at you, and you’re trembling, soaking wet, your chest rising and falling heavily, you see the blood dripping down a pouty lower lip. You take it with your thumb gently, putting it to your mouth now, and he groans again, lifting you as he stands, as you eagerly slide down his silly kitten pajamas.

His cock springs free, and he’s shoved inside of you, as he balances your sore ass on that granite counter, cool on overheated flesh. He’s looking into your eyes, smearing that blood around your lips, fucking you so deep you scream out, filling you so good, so much fucking pressure you can’t take it. You’re trembling, about to cum around his thick cock as it stretches you again.

“You’re mine, baby. Mine.” He whispers, and you’re kissing him, tasting his blood all over your lips, as his hands slide up, one cupping under your chin, pressing on your pulse point as he squeezes. “All mine.”

“All yours, Satoru. All yours.” Satoru puts you down then and turns you, so you see your reflection, pulling your body up on the counter, your feet dangling, sliding his cock back inside, and you’re helpless to him, as he takes you over.

“Look at your gorgeous fucking face. Only get like this for me, huh?” You nod, as you see your reflection, flushed cheeks and fucked out eyes, so dilated they’re dark, mascara streaks down your cheeks, blood on your lips. “Beautiful, fucked out little slut, can’t get enough?”

Your eyes meet his in the reflection, as he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing, making you pink tongue hang out as you try to catch a breath, as he’s pounding a pussy so fucking sore you can’t take it. You’re struggling as he’s rolling his hips, as he grins in that mirror, his teeth sharp and white, contrasting the blood decorating his pale skin red.

Satoru Gojo looks psychotic.

It just turns you on more, making you wetter and wetter, so wet you’re dripping down your clit, as his balls are smacking it with every thrust, and he’s licking up the side of your jaw as you lose yourself, as the mirror gets fuzzy. “S’mine, all mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Toru, s’all yours.” You whisper, as you’re getting lightheaded, as your toes curl while he lifts a leg, spreading you wider, putting one of your knees up on the counter and fucking harder. “Mmmh!”

“Want more cum, greedy little slut?” You nod, pressing deeper into his hand, as he constricts your airways, as you feel him so fucking deep, and you’re shattering as he pumps you full again, moaning and biting you with those sharp teeth. “Fuck, feel so good, fuck… three loads, so fucking slutty…”

You can’t form a thought, you can’t remember that your boyfriend is covered in cuts and bruises, and you’re covered in his marks now too, as you’re falling into him, fading into him, as you become one. As he fills you so deep, and fills every bit of that void that had been there, now it’s all him, there’s nothing else.

“Love you.” You whisper weakly, head lolling to the side, as he slides his hand off your throat, gripping a breast, squishing it in his hand and moaning, tilting your head to look at him with lidded eyes. “Love you Toru.”

“I love you, don’t you know I always have.” His words make you choke up again, as he pulls out of you, and your fluids are falling down, his white gooey cum and your liquid arousal. He eases you down, hugging you tight, as you look at how big he is compared to you in the mirror, his strong arms wrapping you. “So… guess what I’m thinking?”

“That we need a shower? And maybe you need painkillers?” You say, and he chuckles, fuck that laugh looks beautiful on his beat up face, still so pretty, as he rests his chin on your head.

“I wanna fuck you on Suguru’s desk and cum all over it.” You blink then, and he’s still chuckling, hot and sticky cock falling just a bit soft and pressing on your back.

“What now!?”

“Mmhmm. Film it too. What do you think, wanna be a pornstar?”

“Shouldn’t we… let it go?”

“Oh we will. I need to be petty first. Also, I’ll have a realtor put your house on the market, the sooner you live with me the better.” He purrs those words in your ear. “I know it’s worth-”

“Did you look up my house again!?”

“Mmhmm, you’ll get plenty for it. Then you don’t have to pay shit, keep that money put up. Buy barbies. I don’t care, I’m rich as fuck.” He’s brushing your hair back as you blink up at him.

“Satoru, you’re fucking insane.”

He wipes the blood off your lips, smirking and leaning in close. “And you’re fucking insane, aren’t you baby?”

Fuck. He’s right.

Yandere behavior isn't cool, it's fiction, and Satoru makes it hot!? Oh and Fuck Suguru till it's backwards lol

ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/148138651

Kofi Link if you wanna buy me a coffee <3

Chapter 9- Final

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sunshine (making out blurb)

first blurb for grumpyrry x sunshine virgin y/n!!!

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Y/n’s math homework is always a little less horrible when she’s doing it with Harry.

When it’s just her doing calculus by herself, it’s miserable. She gets stressed out as soon as she gets a problem wrong, overwhelmed by all the weird symbols and shortcuts that she doesn’t know. Calculus is just so stupidly hard! She usually has to spend an hour just reading the textbook and finding videos to help her understand whatever they just learned in class… until she eventually gives up and goes to bed. 

It’s different with Harry though. There’s something about the way he explains things to her that just makes it make sense. She’s told him time and time again that he should be the one up there teaching the class instead of her stupid professor. He makes math easy. A big part of it might be because he’s right there to catch her mistakes and answer her questions if she gets stuck, but also he’s just a really good teacher. He breaks concepts down for her in a way that isn’t all complicated and math-y, but like a fun little puzzle. And if she doesn’t get it, he’ll do the problem right in front of her, explaining every step and pausing to make sure she gets it. He’s patient and motivating, and pushes her to solve problems by herself, even if she’s scared that she’ll do it wrong. 

Plus, he gives her a nice little kiss as a reward every time she solves a question right, so you best believe she’s not giving up until she gets every damn question in that textbook right! 

“Good job sunshine,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. 

They’re sitting thigh to thigh on her bed, y/n’s ipad in her lap and her textbook right in front of her criss-crossed legs. She’s in a cutsie little pajama set, matching white pj shorts and a tiny tank top with little roses printed all over it. Harry sits with his legs spread out in front of him, with one of his hands gently resting on her back as he leans over her shoulder and checks her work. She smiles cutely, the apples of her cheeks rounding out as Harry’s pink lips pucker against her cheek as a reward. Not only does she feel proud of herself for getting the math right, but she also feels her heart do a backflip every time Harry gives her a kiss. Who knew doing her math homework could be so fun! 

She flips her pencil around in her fingers, turning her head to the side so she can get a proper reward. Kisses on the cheek are good motivation for when she’s struggling and she needs a little something to keep her going through a hard problem… but she got this one right. Her eyes meet his bright green ones, which are glimmering softly. He’s already smiling at her, his thumb tracing soft little circles on her back, and he doesn’t deny her when she leans in for a soft, sweet, and innocent kiss on the lips. In fact, when she tries to pull away from her soft little peck, he follows her forward, refusing to disconnect their lips until he gets a few more kisses in. 

It makes her giggle against his lips, pushing on his shoulders. “I only have one more,” she says, not wanting to get distracted when she’s so close to being done.

The dimple in his cheek deepens, and he stares at her softly. His eyes are so intense, as if he’s looking straight into her heart, as if he’s trying to see into the depth of her soul so he can really understand her. They flicker back and forth between hers, filled with just pure adoration. “If you get this last one right, I have a surprise for you,” he whispers mischievously.

Y/n’s eyes widen, a flash of excitement flickering over her irises. “What?” she asks eagerly, her hands landing on his thigh.

His lips twist in an impish smile, and he nods towards her homework. “Do it and you’ll see.”

She gets it right in one try, zero questions asked. It seems like kisses and little surprises are really all it takes to teach y/n math. She’s looking back at him with giddy eyes, basking as he gives her one last kiss for doing her homework correctly. “Go look in my bag,” he mumbles against her lips, one of his hands coming up to tuck her hair behind her ear. She pulls away from him, giving him a suspicious look with squinted eyes and pursed lips, but he just smiles and nods his chin towards his bag.

She gets up and cautiously approaches, peeking back at him nervously. All he does is smile, leaning back onto her pillows and putting his hands behind his back. She unzips his bag, and inside of it… 

“Oh,” y/n’s eyes round out as soon as she sees it. “Harry,” she whimpers, turning around to face him with a pout. Inside of his bag is the cutest pink stuffed elephant, with a little elephant nose that makes y/n want to cry. The elephant has animated eyes and big floppy ears, and it’s soft and fuzzy and just makes her heart melt because it’s so her and it’s so Girl and her grumpy boyfriend just knows her so well!!! She picks up the elephant and runs over to her bed with it and she gets extra excited when she sees how perfectly her new friend fits in with the rest of her pink stuffies and pillows. She climbs straight on top of Harry, putting the elephant next to her worn out stuffed bunny, and throws her arms around his shoulders. 

“Thank you, I love it, it’s so cute,” she babbles, burying her face in his neck. She’s almost getting emotional because there’s absolutely no occasion for him to be getting her gifts, her voice getting a little high pitched and wobbly. Harry smiles like it’s no big deal, his hand petting her hair softly as he chuckles softly. “What’s it for?” she asks, pulling away and looking at him with big round eyes.

He shrugs. “Saw it when I was out last night. Thought you would like it.” 

She stares at him with that endearing little pout, not knowing what to do except to lean in and kiss him. She puts her hands on his face, her fingers cupping his and his smiling cheeks pressed against her palms, and pulls him forward so she can press her lips against his. 

His lips struggle to kiss her back with how big he’s smiling, so in awe of her and how cute she is, but he manages to rest a hand on her hip and pucker his lips against hers. Her hands slide down to hold onto his shoulders, and her fingers twist in his shirt as their lips fold over each other. She loves kissing him, she really does. Whenever she flutters her eyes shut and presses her lips against his, all her worries melt away. Her shoulders relax and her mind goes blank. Harry brings up a hand to cup her jaw, and his thumb traces over her cheekbone softly, just feeling her delicate skin. 

They haven’t gone any further than these innocent kisses so far, except for that first time in his room, when he’d turned what should have been her romantic first kiss into an impromptu makeout sesh. He felt horrible when he found out that he’d tried to casually hook up with her when she hadn’t even had her first kiss! And absolutely sick to his stomach when he realized he’d been her first kiss, and that he had fucked it all up! 

A sweet little sunshine girl like her deserved to have the first kiss of her dreams, he mourned. At a moonlit picnic or in a garden of roses. And he’d given her the worst first kiss. He literally made her cry. 

Since then, there have been plenty of better, sweeter, more romantic kisses, to make up for that teensy little blip of a first kiss – kisses on her front doorstep after the most magical first date, kisses at the park underneath the cherry blossom trees, goodnight kisses in her bed before he tucks her in and heads home for the night. But nothing more than that.

Tonight though… he’s tempted to try a little something more. 

He kisses her lips one final time before pulling away with a soft click, his hand still gently cupping her jaw. His eyes slowly open, and he finds his sunshine already looking right back at him, her eyes wide and moony. Her lips are parted, so soft and delicate and kissable, and she blinks innocently. She’s so cute, so reactive and eager. She’s staring at him like he just gave her the world with that little kiss. 

His fingers trace down from her cheek to her lips, and then to her jawline. With the softest nudge he tilts her head to the side, then brushes her hair off to the side to expose her neck. When his lips skim the sensitive skin right above her pulse point, her breath catches in her throat. Her grip on his shirt tightens, and her thighs tense from where she’s sitting atop him, straddling his hips. 

His lips press against her neck so softly, the most delicate kiss he’s ever pressed against her skin. His eyes flutter shut and he just lingers there, inhaling deeply. She smells like vanilla and sugar cookies. She makes his heart pound and his head spin. His hand on her hip holds on tighter, his fingers dimpling her soft skin as he starts to press more kisses up her neck and around her jawline. 

Y/n’s eyes flutter shut and she tries to regulate her breathing, but her breaths are short and shaky and she can’t think straight. Harry’s breathing sends shivers down her spine, tickling her ear every time he exhales. His cotton candy lips tickle her throat and press down in hot, slow, gentle kisses. She swallows thickly and tries to hold down all the noises that want to escape her, but somehow a breathy moan leaves her lips. She feels herself grow hot and she’s not sure if it’s embarrassment at how weak she sounds, or if she’s just getting all hot from how Harry’s tongue just darted out to lightly tease her neck. 

Harry smiles to himself lightly, deciding to test the waters and suck a little bit at her neck. He forgets, sometimes, just how innocent and inexperienced his angel of a girlfriend is. She gets worked up easily and is so responsive to his touch. Even the lightest of kisses against her throat have her whimpering and floating in another world. He loves it. He can sense how antsy she’s getting now, how she’s shuffling around on his lap and fisting at his shirt. She hopes he can’t tell how sweaty her palms have gotten, and she’d actually die if she knew that he could feel her clenching around nothing through her tiny sleep shorts.

He doesn’t spend too much time on her neck, not wanting to leave any marks without her permission, instead sliding his fingers into her hair and tilting her head down again so it’s no longer thrown back. She lets him maneuver her easily, opening her eyes, her chest rising and falling heavily. Her eyebrows pinch together as she briefly looks down at his lips, longingly. She tries to get ahold of herself, but just a few seconds of him loving on her neck have sent her into a spiral. She’s so sensitive, so reactive – she jumps when his hand migrates to her thigh, goosebumps rising as he rubs up and down her bare leg. 

Harry’s eyes are warm and fond as he just stares at her– her pretty eyes and her delicate eyelashes, her lips, her cheeks, her smile. He tries not to linger too much on how cute she looks in her pajamas, how the low neckline accentuates her neck and her collarbones or how the thin material fails to conceal her peaked nipples. If he thinks about it too hard, he’ll get hard. And he doesn’t want that yet, doesn’t want to overwhelm his sweet, pure, innocent sunshine with his horny thoughts. 

He kisses her again as a distraction, slotting their lips together, and it’s sweet and simple and calming. Kissing her is comforting, her lips a safe haven. She could be an angel, for all he knows, with a halo and wings and everything.

“Sunshine,” he murmurs between kisses, “do something for me?”

“Hm?” she hums, hazy and half-paying attention. She stutters a bit when Harry’s tongue flicks at her bottom lip, and then at the seam of her lips. He gives a reassuring kiss.

“Open up f’me a bit.” His hand cups her jaw and he soothingly pets her face, as if coaxing her to part her lips. “Wanna– wanna taste you.”

She can’t help but pause, pulling back from the kiss for just a second to process what he’s said, but she’s nodding yes before any insecurity can fill her mind. “Okay,” she says softly, swallowing nervously. “Um–” she tries to ask this without embarrassing herself, “What do I do with my tongue?”

He continues pressing kisses to the corner of her mouth, “Jus’– um – lick against mine, sunshine.” He pulls away for just a second, eyes half-hooded and not at all fazed about having to explain this to her. “Dunno how to really explain it. You’ll get the hang of it, though.” 

She nods once more, insecurely, and flutters her eyes shut as Harry leans back in to continue kissing her. His fingers scratch deliciously against her scalp as he licks against her lips again – this time, she opens. His tongue dips in slowly, like soft honey, warm and wet. It’s unfamiliar, sure, but it doesn’t bother her. She tries to mimic the way his jaw falls slack, and how his tongue dips forward and back softly, opening up for him more and more as he continues to gently kiss her. He licks into her again, brushing his tongue against hers and she finds herself not even thinking as she brushes back. Her eyebrows pinch together and her nails start to dig into his back as she unconsciously leans closer to him. 

Their lips move against each other slowly, a sultry dance that’s all brand new to y/n… but god is it hot to have his tongue in her mouth. He’s warm and wet and playful, using his tongue to tease her lower lip while they kiss, flicking against her tongue flirtatiously. A whimper crawls up her throat, needy and desperate for more. He’s showing her things that she’s never experienced before, and all the pent up sexual desire she’s had is bubbling up in her tummy, begging to be released. 

She’s started to move her hips against him in soft rolls, grinding herself down as subtly as she can, and Harry’s hands on her hip seems to be encouraging her, gripping her tightly and pulling her closer and closer. Her arms unravel from around his shoulders and sneak their way down to the hem of his shirt, fingers finding the firm, warm skin of his abdomen. Her hands skim upwards to feel the lines of muscle that line his tummy, and she can’t believe that this green eyed adonis is literally her boyfriend. She lightly tugs on the shirt signaling that she wants it off, and starts whining while her hips move against his and Harry lets out a deep, low groan. 

He gently grabs her hands that are toying with the edge of his shirt and guides them back around his neck. “Not yet, baby,” he mumbles, giving a couple of soft, more tame pecks while his hand slows down her hips. He gives her one firm kiss to her lips to leave her breathless, then traces some more down her neck while she pants up towards the ceiling. Her throat bobs as she swallows thickly, and for the first time, her eyes are filled with lust, arousal, and need. Harry looks just as bad as her, his eyes dark, pupils blown out, lips pink and swollen. 

“Need t’take it slow,” he rasps, sounding more like he’s trying to convince himself rather than y/n. 

She takes a deep breath, and nods her head, understanding. He’s doing this for her, saving her firsts so that they can be comfortable and memorable and special special… but god, sometimes she wishes he would just rip her clothes off and stuff his cock inside of her the way Rhysand does in the book she’s reading right now. Virginity is overrated anyway, who cares how she loses it! (she does)

But she agrees nonetheless, rolling off of him with a heavy sigh and wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She feels sticky in between her thighs and her heart has not beat at a normal pace for the past ten minutes of kissing Harry. But, whatever. She picks up her new stuffed elephant, petting its floppy ears softly, and thankfully doesn’t notice the way Harry has to subtly adjust his plumped up cocked. 

She just flops down next to him, elephant in hand, kicking her feet in the air behind her, and asks, “What do you think we should name her?”

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It’s become a sort of routine for Harry and y/n to hang out after class on Friday nights. 

Monday and Wednesday nights, y/n is usually at the library studying, and on Tuesday/Thursdays, Harry has a math lecture from 6-7:20. Of course, Harry will oftentimes sit at the library with her, maybe do some homework (or usually take a nap) while she reads her biology textbook and takes color coded notes. And on the nights that Harry has his late night lectures, she’ll stay on campus a little later so that they could get dinner together before class. 

But Friday nights are when they really get to see each other. Sunshine is usually too burnt-out by the end of the week to even think about studying, and Harry is more than content to sit at his apartment and play video games while she reads a book in his bed.

It’s their favorite way to hang out after a long week. No loud parties, no stinky rooms, no distractions. Just them, together. 

Blake’s gone back to visit his hometown for the weekend, so Harry and y/n have his apartment all to themselves. That means that instead of hiding out in his room like usual, they’ve migrated out to his living room. Harry’s playing some video game on the TV, filled with blood and war and gory stuff, but he’s turned down the volume so that the gross sounds don’t bother sunshine while she’s reading. She’s got a big hardcover book in her hands (Happy Place by Emily Henry), a book that she’d gotten when they went to Barnes and Noble together last Friday. She’s only just had the chance to start it, though, since she had a big bio midterm earlier today. 

Harry sits shirtless on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched in a serious way that looks insanely hot from where y/n is sitting. Her back is resting against the other arm of the couch, facing Harry with her feet up and crossed at the ankle, her pink fuzzy socks almost brushing against his elbows. He’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of gray sweats (!!!), and his arms just look so… big and yummy. She can see the small freckles and bumps on his tanned back as he hunches over his controller, and can’t tear her eyes away from the shadows of muscles along his back and shoulders. And his heart shaped lips… so pink and plump and kissable…

An amused smirk gradually spreads on Harry’s face, signature dimple denting his cheek as he feels y/n’s hungry eyes feasting on him from the other end of the couch. From the corner of his vision, he can see the way she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek, how her eyes are captivated by his bare torso with such fascination. 

He doesn’t think she even realizes how long she’s been staring at him.

He gives her a quick glance, eyes glimmering teasingly, and she realizes that she’s been embarrassingly caught. Quickly, she averts her eyes back down to her book, pretending like nothing happened.

Harry chuckles. “Whatcha starin’ at, sunshine?”

“Nothing,” she hums casually, despite her burning hot cheeks.

He pauses his game, putting the controller down onto the little coffee table next to him, and turns towards her. She refuses to meet his gaze this time, continuing to stare down at the page even though she’s processing about 0% of the words that she reads. No, her brain is exceedingly preoccupied with how her very attractive and very shirtless boyfriend is staring at her right now, with that teasing look in his eye. And that stupid, smug smirk. He’s like a snake about to attack a tiny little garden bunny. 

“Baby…” he goads, but she continues to pretend-read her book. Only when he lightly tickles her sock-covered foot does she pay any attention to him, yelping out and jolting her feet away. He snorts out a laugh as she folds both her feet underneath herself, clumsily protecting herself from Harry’s devilish fingers. It wouldn’t be hard for him to tackle her right now, hold her down on the couch while his fingers dig into her ribs and under her armpits until she's cry-laughing. He’s done it plenty of times before, and has found it to be the most effective way to get her attention… so she puts the book down obediently and looks up at him with a shy smile.

“Hi,” she says innocently, pretending like she hadn’t been ogling him for five minutes straight while he’d been playing his game. She just sits there with her hands in her lap, as if she’s an angel. 

He smiles knowingly. Her longing stares and hungry eyes are her silent indication that she wants a kiss. The type of kiss where he pulls her into his lap, licks into her mouth, and palms at her ass. A real, proper make out. 

She probably doesn’t know that she’s so obvious about it, he thinks – staring at his lips with puppy dog eyes and drooling over his bare chest. She’s trying to play it casual, but he can see the needy glimmer in her eyes. It seems like making out with her that first time in her bedroom opened the floodgates, unleashing something in y/n that had been so innocently contained by her angelic, virginal facade. Ever since then, she’s been giving him these eyes, begging for more. 

He shakes his head to himself, still smirking, before leaning forward to kiss her. This is exactly what she wants, and Harry knows it. Her longing stares and hungry eyes were just her silent way of asking for a kiss, since she’s a little too shy to ask for it straight up.

Their lips fold over each other, a slow kiss, gentle and meant only to subdue y/n. The only sound in the room is the soft smacking of their lips against each other, the little click that comes every time his lips slide off hers and then reattach milliseconds later. He leads the kiss (he always does), so every time he tilts her head, sunshine tilts the other way. When he slides his fingers into her hair, she stretches her neck upwards. When his teeth nip at her bottom lip teasingly, she whines with furrowed brows, pressing herself against his lips harder. And when he licks at the seam of her lips, she opens up for him, just like he taught her. 

He can feel his cock stirring, and forces himself to pull away. It’s a kiss deep enough to satisfy most of sunshine’s needs – to quiet her racing mind and get her focused on just him and nothing else – but it’s also nothing too intense to overwhelm her. And, it’s tame enough for Harry to be able to show some restraint. 

He has to take a second, hovering in front of her with his eyes still closed. His hand is still cupping her jaw, just reveling in the taste of her chapstick that lingers on his lips… he takes a deep, calming breath. Breathe in, hold for seven seconds, then out. He’s strong. 

But… when he opens his eyes, she’s looking up at him with disappointed and longing irises, her bottom lip jutting out sadly. She wants more, her eyes clearly say, and she’s needy for him, her pouted lips tease.

Okay maybe he’s not that strong. 

He’s barely kissed her, and yet her pupils are blown out with desire, breath already catching in her throat. He wonders how disheveled she’d look if he really kissed her. How she’d whimper out little noises if he licked into her mouth, or how her chest would rise and fall while she tries to catch her breath. She’d probably grip onto his shirt, wrap her arms around his neck and twist her fingers into his hair, tugging on it desperately.  And he’d grip her hips, grind her down onto his cock, bite on her bottom lip and suck on her tongue… god, his dick twitches at the thought of it. 

If he were strong, he’d shut his eyes and get a hold of himself – but he’s not. Instead he stares at her pretty lips, slicked and swollen just from that little bit of kissing. His thumb softly brushes against the apple of her cheek, while her eyes only grow wider and more pleading. If he likes her lips so much, then why doesn’t he just get back to kissing her! 

His thumb comes down to tug on her pouty lip so he can watch it bounce back into place. His eyes darken, his nose flares, and his eyebrows furrow, and then he hears her whimper, literally whimper because of how pent up and needy she’s feeling. His resolve crumbles.

If she wants more, he’ll give her more.

He kisses her again, still soft and gentle, but somehow it’s hotter. Needier. Their lips fold over each other over and over again, an eager, spit-slicked exchange. The only sound in the room is the soft smacking of their lips against each other, the little click that comes every time his lips slide off hers and then reattach milliseconds later. 

Y/n is unconsciously lifting herself up to be closer to him, nearly sitting on her knees now, pressing herself upwards and upwards. At this point he should just pull her on top of her, he thinks, so he puts a hand on her hip and coaxes her onto his lap. 

She’s clumsy as she climbs onto him, too concentrated on not messing up their kiss to successfully untangle her own legs (she’s still new to all this), but Harry doesn’t mind it. It’s endearing, how her foot gets stuck underneath her butt as she presses herself closer to him, or how her knee knocks against his hip as she tries to straddle him. His hands gently guide her thighs as she maneuvers herself onto his lap, hands encasing her ribs and steadying her uncoordinated movements.

His thighs spread open in a natural manspread, and he slouches down enough on the couch so that y/n’s a head above him. She has to lean down to keep their lips connected, her hair falling into his face, and her hands tentatively find their way to his shoulders so that she can keep her balance and not fall on top of him. Harry’s fingers gently brush the hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear, then linger on her face, tracing over her cheekbone and cupping her jaw. He loves holding her face when he kisses her, especially because she unconsciously leans into his touch, sighing happily the way a kitten being pet would purr. 

She never knew the simple act of kissing could be this hot… but there’s something about having his warm mouth against hers, feeling the slick of his spit as he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth… even just feeling his heavy breaths against the side of her cheek. Soft sighs and little moans escape her in a way she can’t control, and her brows pinch together in the cutest, most desperate way when his hands migrate over her bum and start palming her.

She just wants to kiss him over and over and over again! No breaks, not even to breathe. She wants to feel his lips against hers until she passes out.

She reciprocates his every move eagerly, like a little puppy learning how to do tricks. She’ll move her head whichever way his nose nudges her, slot her lips against his at whatever pace he decides on. When he breathes, she breathes, and when he slides his fingers into her hair, she stretches her neck upwards. He’s constantly tilting his head to the left and then to the right, switching between suckling on her top and bottom lip, alternating between open mouth and closed mouth kisses – just teaching her as he kisses her. 

Harry pulls away softly, pressing his forehead to hers and petting the apple of her cheek with his thumb, giving her a break to catch her breath. “Alright?” he asks a bit breathlessly. She nods, eager but apprehensive. Harry calms her with a simple peck, soft and familiar. “Y’doing so good, sunshine,” he murmurs reassuringly. 

He’s kissing her again three seconds later, slower and more deliberately this time. She parts her lips once more, more sure of herself this time, and when his tongue flicks against her bottom lip softly she experimentally licks back. It immediately illicits a deep groan from Harry. He slides his tongue past her lips, tasting her, licking into her. His teeth nip at her bottom lip teasingly, and she whines with furrowed brows, pressing herself against his lips harder. He’s obsessed with her. Her lips are so soft, her body so pliant, he could kiss her for hours on end. 

She’s growing more and more desperate as their kiss grows hotter and hotter. Her hands on his shoulders start to wander, grazing over his tattooed chest, and she shuffles around on his lap, trying to wriggle closer to him. She’s getting that tingly feeling in her center that she only gets when she’s reading one of those books, and unconsciously, she starts grinding her center down on his lap. 

Harry lets out a strained groan, his hands immediately shooting down to hold her hips still. “Fuck,” he rasps, throwing his head back.

“Hm?” Y/n is out of it, chasing after his lips as he pulls away, completely unaware of Harry’s discomfort. She pouts at how his fingers are digging into her hips, preventing her from wriggling any closer to him when it’d felt so good! “What’s wrong?”

She threads her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching against his scalp, and tries to pull him back for a kiss – but he turns his head to the side, refusing. The abruptness leaves y/n disgruntled and confused. She’s panting, a bit breathless from how his tongue had been licking in her mouth, the electricity that had been flowing through her veins slowly fizzling away. Her lips are swollen, nearly bruised, and furrows her brows at the abrupt end to this >very nice kiss. 

"Need–" he licks his lips, "need t'take a second."

"Why?" she whines, staring down at his mouth. 

"M'bout to cum in my pants, sunshine. Gimme a bit." 

Her eyes widen. She looks down and sure enough… there’s the outline of his hard cock, a prominent bulge in his sweatpants. She’s never actually seen one in person and– gosh the size of it makes her tremble a little bit. Is that normal or is he just really big? He looks thick, and the tip of his cock is a significant length down his thigh. Why is her mouth watering? She swallows thickly and looks back up at him, like a deer caught in headlights.

She tries to give him some space, moving her hips back so that she’s not brushing against his erection… but even that small movement is painful for Harry, making him throw his head back with a loud groan. “I need to go to the bathroom,” Harry pants, hands on her hips, already lifting her off his lap. 

“What– oh!” she squeals as she’s suddenly thrown onto the couch.

She blinks. The bathroom door shuts. 

She’s never been more aroused in her life. 

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Harry has his hand down his sweatpants before he can even lock the door, fishing out his cock and palming himself with a deep groan. His pants slide down to midthigh as he spreads his own precum over his shaft, his fingers wrapped around himself in a tight fist. He pumps quickly, making sure to rub a thumb over his tip every once in a while, as that's one of the easiest ways to make himself cum. He wants this to be quick – he’s not in the bathroom jerking off because he wants an insane orgasm… he just wants his cock to stop hurting while he’s kissing his girlfriend! 

He throws his head back against the wall and thrusts his hips into his own hand, conjuring up all the images in his head – y/n’s pretty lips, slicked and swollen with his spit. Her disheveled hair, mussed up from his fingers. Her wide, moony eyes, her dreamy sighs and whimpers. Her cute bum in her tiny shorts, that had fit so nicely in the palm of his hand, that had jiggled so prettily when he lifted her onto his lap. His toes curl as he lets his thoughts get more explicit – how pretty would she look if she were the one jerking him off right now? If she was down on her knees with her tiny hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him and looking at his prick with those bambi eyes. What if she took him into her mouth? Laved her tongue around his tip the way his thumb is doing now? His biceps bulge as he jerks himself off, harder and faster, more cum leaking from his tip and making the glide smoother. If only he could fill up her mouth, cover her pretty lips with his cum…

His entire body shivers, long white streaks bursting from his cock and all over his fist. He bites his lip, refusing to let any sound escape the bathroom for y/n to hear. She’s not ready for… this. 

He looks at himself in the mirror– his cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess, and his cock looks worn out. He washes his hands in the sink with soap, shamefully washing away the mess he made on his own hand, then splashes his face with water. His prick is still sensitive and he winces as he tucks himself back into his sweatpants. It’s barely been five minutes since he first entered the bathroom, meaning that he lasted a whopping… three minutes. 

She says nothing when he comes back, already back to reading her book. He lets out a sigh of relief. 

He stays firmly on his side of the couch for the rest of the night. 

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“Harry,” y/n moans.

Her hair is splayed out on Harry’s pillow underneath her head, Harry hovering right above her. He has one hand pressed on the bed to keep him above her, and the other on her hip, roaming up and down her body. One minute he’ll be cradling her ribcage delicately, and the next he’ll be gripping her thigh and hoisting it up and around his waist so that he can fit his hips in between hers.

Her hands are similarly roaming up and down his chest and his back, holding onto his shoulders and grabbing his biceps as he kisses her. Her back arches as his hand squeezes her bum, and a broken whimper filters between their lips. His tongue slips into her mouth when she whines, gliding against hers smoothly. And when he pulls off from the kiss, he lightly bites at her lower lip, tugging on it playfully before letting it bounce back into place. 

He buries his face in her neck, kissing down to her shoulder and over her collarbones, sucking lightly and then smoothing his tongue over the abused spots soothingly. His teeth nip and graze the thin skin of her throat, and his chest rumbles when she throws her head back to grant him more access. 

This is torture for him. 

It had started off so innocently, just the two of them watching Netflix together. His head was laying on her chest while they watched their movie, her fingers brushing through his hair (he loves it when she plays with his hair). But then – god, he’d been so stupid!!! He looked up at her, and saw her pretty face and her pretty eyes and her pretty lips… and he just wanted to kiss her so bad. One kiss wouldn’t hurt, he told himself!!!

He lifted his head from where his ear had been pressed against her breast, and leaned up to just press one sweet, innocent kiss to her lips. But then, one kiss turned into two, and two turned into three. He hated how she had to strain her neck and lean down to reach his lips, so he twisted around to make it easier for her. But then his neck started to hurt, so he pushed himself up so he was hovering above her. And now his dick is hard, and he’s grinding it down into her most intimate area.

He’s mentally bashing himself while kissing her – he should’ve had more self-control, he should pull away and go to the bathroom to sort himself…  but also he can’t stop kissing her. 

Y/n has zero complaints either, practically egging him on, begging him to go further. She threaded her fingers through his hair while they kissed, and wrapped her arms around him so that he wouldn’t pull away. She whimpered and whined prettily, fluttered her eyes when he kissed down her throat, arched her back into him and lifted her hips so that she could press herself into the area where he was obviously very hard.

He’s literally just a guy. How is he supposed to pull away when his soft and sweet girlfriend is pressing herself against her cock and moaning against his lips?

“Fuck,” his voice is strained and there’s a vein bulging in his neck as he takes a second to breathe. Y/n has learned well, and starts trailing kisses along his jaw while he catches his breath. She tries her hand at sucking marks on his neck, but finds herself too impatient to focus all her energy on one spot when she just wants to kiss all over his neck and cheeks! Her lips skim the corner of his mouth, pressing soft, teasing kisses. 

He breathes heavily, shutting his eyes and trying really, really hard to not cum in his pants.

Y/n makes it practically impossible though, whining “kiss me,” as her nails scratch deliciously at his scalp. Fire rushes through his veins at the sound of her voice and he nearly collapses on top of her.

“Baby…” he says, half warning and half pleading. She’s literal heaven on Earth. Her lips are like magnets, and when she skims her lips over his he can’t help but pucker to connect them in a kiss. She bites down on his lip, teasing him, and licks into his mouth, desperately wanting to feel his tongue gliding against hers again. 

She’s a riled up little thing, concupiscent and needy, eager to kiss for hours at a time. He’s had to invest in a jumbo sized vaseline to keep his lips hydrated with how overworked his lips are. And she’s naughty under her good girl, studious, bookworm persona. She tugs on his hair and leaves scratches on his back when they kiss, wraps her legs around him and lifts her hips to grind her softest areas against his hardness. She moans and whimpers and tells him how good he feels, presses her breasts up to his chest… god he can only imagine how she’ll act when he actually gets to touch her. 

His hand slides up her side, over her ribs and to her breast, palming it over her t-shirt. She loves being groped, apparently, always leaning into his touch whenever his hands pinch her tits teasingly or cup her ass. It makes her even needier for him, makes her more desperate to get rid of the clothes and jump straight in. Neither of them know how they’ve managed to go this long with only make outs and groping, when they’re just so obsessed with touching and feeling the other. It’s mostly only Harry’s romantic heart that has managed to keep them strong, who is absolutely adamant on giving y/n sweet and cherishable firsts. These hot makeouts are just a loophole around his rules.

Harry loses himself in her, lets her fill up all his senses. She’s all he can hear, all he can smell, all he can taste, and all he can touch. His mind is void of anything except for getting closer to sunshine, kissing her more and touching her more. Her tits are soft and warm, her bum is round and biteable, and her cute little tummy jumps whenever his fingers skim over it. He unconsciously grinds his hips into her center, the tip of his cock rubbing against her clit, from what he can feel through her thin shorts. His jaw goes slack every time he grinds himself against her, the pressure in his pants growing tighter and tighter– until he groans loudly above her, hiding his face in her chest as his entire body shudders and his arms grow weak. 

Y/n freezes, knowing that this particular grind of his hips was different from the rest. Instead of rolling his hips forward and backward, the way he’d been doing before, he presses his hips firmly against her and ruts forward in short jolts, hips twitching and abdomen clenching. A raspy groan leaves him, his cheeks red as cherries and his eyes hooded with pleasure. Y/n feels herself gushing at the thought of what just happened, and replays it in her head over and over and over again. Her voice cracks around a moan as he gives one final thrust against her, his hand squeezing around her tit firmly and erotically brushing against her nipple.

Their eyes meet, hers wide and blown out with a mix of innocent shock and filthy thoughts, while his are clear as the morning sky after a night of cleansing rain. He radiates post-orgasmic bliss.  

His cheeks are red like cherries and his eyes are lust-filled and hazy, hooded with pleasure. He radiates post-orgasmic bliss.

“Well, shit,” he chuckles at himself. He’s kind of embarrassed that he literally came in his pants by making out with his girlfriend, but for the most part he is just relieved that his balls aren’t bursting anymore. “Sorry, sunshine. I couldn’t– um, I couldn’t really control it.” He pushes himself up, feeling his own cum slowly against his thigh. “Are you okay?”

She nods, almost as if she’s in a trance. “I… want to do that again,” she whispers bashfully.

“Y’want to make me cum in m’pants again?” he asks with a soft, confused laugh.

“I-I just want to watch you… cum, again,” she hesitates around the word, feeling dirty and shy, despite how true the statement is. “Next time… next time, can I help?” she asks hopefully.

HIs eyes roll to the back of his head and he leans back down for a kiss.

“Y’gonna kill me, sunshine.”

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