#i try to set it up and it just fucking reverts back

[georgeromerosanalcavity]

Why the fuck does indeed shit its bed so much. “I need a job 25 miles from this city”

“Ok. Here is a job eight hours away from that city :)”

[giamee]

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hsr men x f!reader .... SMUT!! 🚨🚨🚨

request ؛ ଓ @coreakin-sakarat What will the honkai star rail men play when yr having sex and who bottom or both and do they go rithm oh oh and do they use toys on u and what are their favorite parts of ur body to fuck

gia's notes ؛ ଓ i did this as more of me just... talkin abt what i think the hsr men are like in bed in order from least to most freaky in my humble opinion. i hope that you like it even though i didn't exactly hit every point u brought up :(

DAN HENG .ᐟ୨୧ starting it off sweet with him, i see dan heng as more of a bottom than anything... he's not super experienced, quite a tender lover, and i see him as remaining quite serious and stoic within the bedroom too. definitely more of a slow and sensual pace, just wants to feel it all with you <3 he's quite hesitant to try things out imo, but i reckon that you could convince him to try out using toys with some convincing! 1000% a thigh guy, really likes pulling out and painting your thighs with his cum as he watches them shake. presses kisses to your forehead as you come down from both of your highs. lowkey i get the vibe that the aftercare and the cuddling and falling asleep together is more satisfying to him than having sex. THIS MAN CRAVES SKIN TO SKIN!!!! he will interlace your fingers while fucking and kiss all over your face!!! a very sweet lover <3

GEPARD .ᐟ୨୧ this man SCREAMS pleasure service top to me. he could cum in his pants just by watching you i swear. he just wants to satisfy you as best as he can :((( your wish is his command frfr. he'll put you in whatever positions you want fully customisable experience just say the word. will sometimes pause midway through sex just to ask you if he's doing a good job and if it feels good with his big puppy dog eyes AWEE. i think he would probably be a little hesitant to try out toys, especially at first? his logic reverts to him assuming that he wasn't good enough at pleasuring you and so you have to revert to a piece of plastic... but be a bit dominant and show, don't tell, him just how good a vibrator can feel and he'll be a lot more on board with the idea <3 his whole mentality is just.. do anything to give you pleasure so if you're on the freakier side, this man is game! (PEG HIM) the little sadistic side of you gets a kick seeing tears well up in his eyes if you edge him just to hear his whines and moans... he might be a top but this man is a sub thru and thru. a bad bitch (you) tells him what to do and he listens!! anyways back to when you and him are fucking... this man is just utterly in love with your pussy, they way it gushes and clenches around him, and his absolute favourite position is any where he gets to just bury his face in ur tits while he's buried inside of you because everything is just so comforting and all of him is now surrounded by something so warm and soft... he's in heaven <3 so yeah he's a tits guy who would have thought!! no matter the shape or size HE'S PUTTING THEM IN HIS MOUTH <3 his thrusts get real sloppy at the end when he's about to cum too, starts babbling in your ear about how good it feels and how much he loves u. what a cutie pie

ARGENTI .ᐟ୨୧ to be honest? i had to think a bit about this one. to me, argenti doesn't really seem like the type to bring up using toys... but that doesn't mean that he isn't game if you mention it. he seems ... not passive exactly? but he just seems like the type to go with the flow with sex. whatever you're into he'll just be like shit i'm down let's go. not kinky per se, but he's definitely a passionate lover. very much wants to explore sensuality. ooh maybe he would be into some sort of wax play or blindfold type behaviour i take it back. would probably chuckle if you decide to get on top and place his hands on your hips to help you adjust to his size and set your own pace <3 very loving, wants to celebrate the beauty of your naked body and worship it in the name of adrila. so yeah if you've got a praise kink, HE'S YOUR MAN!!! you feel like the subject of a poem as he sings your praises, telling you how pretty you look and sound when you cum. like shiiiii that would be enough to make me blush <33 in terms of pace and stuff, i feel like he would be pretty standard? maybe on the slower side because of... you know... passion. it's nothing crazy but still a good time. he seems like he prefers to be looking up at you so RIDE THAT MAN!! maintain eye contact as you sink down on it. raise your hips back up ever so slowly and watch the slightest twitch of his brow as you swivel your hips, sinking back down on it ever so slowly. you might just see him blush. and just as the name suggests, the knight of beauty is a SIGHT to behold when he cums (probably inside).

WELT .ᐟ୨୧ yeah peepaw has got some EXPERIENCE to him lmaoo. he's got a sort of... cheekier? side to him. as an older man, though, he doesn't exactly have the same stamina as he did in his youth :( but that doesn't mean that he can't still get down and dirty with you!! quite the opposite actually. so his solution? he uses toys on you <3 he's more of a bottom but he is DEFINITELY in charge. his dirty talk OMFGG im giggling just thinking about it he would praise you and whisper such sweet words to you as he slowly splits you open on his fat cock, telling you how you're such a good girl for taking him so well, how you feel so good around him, all so he can feel you clench around him like a vice grip as he finally bottoms out <33 def would just have his hands around your waist as he moves you up and down his length when you're feeling weightless. but if he's in a more passive mood, he also LOVESSSS just sitting back and watching you struggle to ride him with a lazy adoring look in his eyes as he holds a vibrator to your clit <333 he'll coo at you as you start crying from the overstimulation, his hands wiping away your tears so tenderly and encouraging you to keep going just for him <3 a little bit of a sadistic side to him because he really does just love watching you squirm. another thigh and ass guy imo, really loves the way they jiggle as they slam down against his own thighs as you start to pick up the pace and ride him with increasing desperation. also loves watching them shake when you cum <3. so yeah as a no brainer i think one of his favourite positions would be reverse cowgirl. yum <3

BOOTHILL .ᐟ୨୧ now dont get me wrong this man FUCKS. since he's a cyborg does his dick count as a toy...? yeah fuck it let's go with it HIS BIOCOCK VIBRATES!! so the sensations on that will go CRAZYYYY. and then i'm thinking because of his synthesia beacon and stuff he doesn't exactly experience much sensation down there. so when you're having sex, what gets him off the most is just seeing your pleasure as you unravel. makes him feel good vicariously <3 so yeah definitely a missionary lover in my eyes so he can watch all your facial expressions and reactions as he hits all the right places, how your brows furrow and your eyes slide shut and eyes roll back in your head as he keeps up his unforgiving pace at juuuuust the right angle <33 but don't get me wrong he's no vanilla bitch either!! if he wants to be feeling more ... sensations he can and will make you just sit on his face for actual HOURS just eating you out to his heart's content. you'd think that his tongue is cybernetic too with the way it flicks across your clit at a borderline INHUMAN speed. but no he's just that good. some of ur most intense orgasms have been from him tonguefucking you like this, his head firmly sandwiched between your quivering thighs as you're basically humping his face as u ride out your high. and hey, he's not complaining <3 and then his smug shit-eating grin does NOT help at all when you're still trying to come back down to earth and he's sitting up wiping the slick off his face with that hungry look STILL in his eyes good lord i hope u can survive the night. this bastard has definitely ruined toys for you, they just don't feel the same any more <//3

BLADE .ᐟ୨୧ fucks hard. angry and/or jealous sex with him has just gotta be >>> 😮‍💨😮‍💨 he's on the rougher side and for MOST of the time will dom. and also tbh i don't really see him as being the type to use toys since he's more spontaneous in terms of having sex (public sex. he's got a high sex drive) but very very passionate for sure- lots of grunts and low moans right up in ur ear mhhhnrng. but also at the same time i feel like he would be quite emotionally detached from sex at first, seeing it as more like stress relief than an act of intimacy? and don't get me wrong, some of the best fucks of your life have come from him when he's just trying to release some pent up anger, but on the flip side there's a more vulnerable side to him, almost. one that's barely there any more from years of bitterness and resentment, but still manages to creep up on him on those late nights where he can't quite sleep. so if you're with him on those rare occasions, this is when you experience him not fucking you, but making LOVE. he won't talk, but he doesn't need to, not with the way he's holding you close to him and kissing you with something akin to desperation as he sinks into you and kind of just... stays there for a bit. it's oddly comforting to him, and if he's feeling especially weak he'll need some comfort- just to get him through the night. it's these nights where you take control more, setting a slow and sweet pace and kind of just... hushing him and whispering sweet words to him as you slowly let yourself grind over him, feeling the way he twitches inside of u <333 but yeah back to not vulnerable blade. a fan of quickies for sureeee (see: high sex drive) another tit guy because i am biased. the force of his thrusts in some dark alleyway or hidden corner will have them jiggling and threatening to fall out of whatever shirt you wear. and if he's got you lifted up in his arms, your legs wrapped around him as you're chest to chest with each other, he just can't tear his eyes away from your boobs. leaves bites on them, laves over them like a damn dog until they're coated in saliva and stiff and perked up because of how cold it feels when drying on your skin. if you're in doggystyle, you'll feel his hands clasp over them from behind, a few short and sweet squeezes to them before his blunt nails are flicking over your nipples just to hear you squeal <3

AVENTURINE .ᐟ୨୧ just like blade, he very much has two different modes. let's start with the freaky one bc that's fun. he's quite open to experiment with all aspects of sex- who's in charge, who's topping, toys, positions, you name it. he trusts you enough to do anything with or to you short of causing each other pain. so yeah he's a freak alright!! i feel like if you're in an established relationship, he'll feel guilty due to the amount if time that he spends away from you because of his job, and make it up to you by spoiling you with gifts... he loves to buy you new toys to try out as he sits back and just watches as you squirm and then writhe in pleasure as he slowly palms himself, eventually unzipping his trousers and jerking himself off until he cums all over u <33 definitely gets a kick out of seeing his cum painting your pretty face and how your tongue darts out to catch it before it drips onto the floor <333 or maybe he just strokes himself to stay hard, his eyes hungrily watching you as your own remain transfixed on his cock, the flushed tip disappearing with every stroke of his hand, the slick noises of his precum overpowering the buzzing hum of the dildo inside of you. and then when neither of you can handle the tension any more, dying to feel each other's touch, after you've cum a couple of times and are all nice and sensitive for him, then and ONLY then will he finally put it in, quickly setting a pace to fuck your brains out like a wild animal <3 lovessss doggystyle or the speedbump position because then he's all up in your guts and ur moans/screams of pleasure are just music to his ears. definitely the type to go a little feral bc... yeah. so yeah that's freaky mode! but like blade he has a softer side to him UNLIKE blade it is still definitely there and more accessible... but that doesn't mean he exposes it to you just like that either. but yeah if he's feeling more vulnerable emotionally, especially right after he wakes up from a nightmare while you're groggily waking up next to him, he just needs comfort. you holding him and stroking his hair, telling him how he's safe and how much you love him. if you've been together for a while and he really trusts you, he might even cry. almost begs you to call him kakavasha instead of aventurine, and you oblige. and then as soon as his name leaves your lips, he's kissing you hard, gradually letting them become tender as you undress each other with the utmost amount of care. it's love that motivates him, from what you can feel from his fingers tracing your skin and how soft his lips press against yours. he lets out a quiet moan as he sinks into you and basks in your warmth for a bit, letting his arms now wrap around your frame tightly, holding you to himself as if you would disappear any moment. and you hug him too, draw patterns on his back, stroke his hair and hum as you tell him how much you love him, listening to the sound of his shaky breaths as you slowly raise your hips, sinking back down inch by inch to hear him hiss. at first, he would still refuse to let you see his face when you have sex like this, not until you gently coax him to look at you, and you see the crystalline tears already escaping from his eyes. he's definitely the type to cry during sex like this- something so soft and tender that it's overwhelming to him for so many reasons- the vulnerability of it all, how much you love and care for him written all over your face, the way you squeeze against him so perfectly. and then he buries his face in your chest as you keep whispering words of affirmation to him and he cums so fast, deep inside of you and then he stays even when he feels himself go soft. just because it feels nice. and he falls asleep just like that, clinging to you, the person he loves.

JING YUAN .ᐟ୨୧ another member of team lazy but pussydrunk (him and welt have permanent memberships lmfao) whenever the two of you fuck it usually starts with him making you work for it. involving either you getting off by grinding on his thigh or riding him, desperately throwing your weight back onto him to even simulate the feeling of his powerful thrusts- all in vain as he merely sits there, looking up at you with a maddening smile and just WATCHING you... what a creep <3 but yeah he loves loves loves seeing how worked up and whiny you get for him to do something, anything, just for him to do the exact opposite, placing two firm hands on your hips to effectively get you to stop, and you whine again from the loss of friction. and he'll merely smile, telling you how you're such a good girl for him, getti my off from watching you get so so close, just to do it over and over again. orgasm denial and edging really are his two best friends fr. so he's not really a strict dom but more of a tease, you get me? i think that YES he will use toys. really gets a kick out of vibrating panties or a vibrator inside of you that he can remote control <33 just really enjoys when you're in public trying to remain composed (what a creep <3) keeps u constantly stimulated all day, finally making it up to you when you both get back home, fucking you properly as you're on the verge of tears and ready to cum any second. hmmm hear me out on this but i think his favourite place to cum would be your back.. like yeah finishing inside is cool and all but pulling out and cumming all over your back just drives him CRAZY and ready for another round... as soon as you recover <3

LUOCHA .ᐟ୨୧ LORDDDDDD he's like jing yuan but even WORSE. he's dangerous too because in his eyes, it isn't him or a toy but him AND a toy. this man will have u in his lap thighs spread legs hanging over his knees so he can keep them open as he has one hand gripping your chin forcing to look at yourself in a mirror, the other hand holding a vibe to yr clit <33 every time your eyes start to roll back he'll do a light slap to your face, forcing you to hold eye contact with him through the mirror, his feline eyes dancing with mirth at your already fucked-out expression. and then when he's sure that his gaze is holding your attention, he'll let go of your face, letting his hand snaie downwards until his hands are collecting your slick on his fingers before pushing into you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek that contradicts how hard he's fingering you <3 squirting is not an achievement but the new standard with him!! that man is NOT relenting until you coat his arm and the floor (even the mirror) he really likes making you kiss him just after you cum- when your brain is foggy from the intensity of your orgasm, you can barely hear, let alone process what he's saying, and when u finally manage to connect your lips to his the kiss is just so sweet n sloppy, showing how worked up he is already <33 he's a little mean with it but you wouldn't have it any other way!! because that man knows what you need and will DELIVER. and he loves alllll of you. especially your pussy. and ass lol

DR RATIO .ᐟ୨୧ ok stay with me now cos this one's more of a scenario but!!! imagine that you haven't seen veritas in a while because you've both been busy but he messages you, saying how he'll finally be back soon!!! and ur just so excited that you can't contain it, and all those lonely nights are starting to tally up... your hands just don't do the trick any more and you finally cave, getting out your old reliable dildo to try and satiate your lust. trying your hardest to focus on veritas while you fuck yourself so that you'll be able to cum... pretending that it's his cock instead of some silicone... moaning out his name into your room with your eyes screwed shut to try trick your brain into believing that it's really him!! and it seems to work because you can feel that coil in you begin to tighten, and just when ur about to cum you feel a hand on top of yours, startling you out of your impending orgasm. and you open your eyes to see none other than the man who you had been fantasising about just now <3 and he's got this smirk on his face and a certain look in his eyes, and when you glance down you can see that he isn't exactly... unaffected from watching you earlier <33 i feel like he would degrade you a little, calling you such a stupid girl for needing to think of him just to even get close to cumming <333 and you'll whine and get embarrassed, trying to hide yourself with the covers, but deep down you know he's right so you peek at him from behind your lashes, batting them and begging him to help you as sweetly as you can. and how can he deny you when you're just so sweet and submissive for him? he'll be quick to take out his cock, slipping the head through your folds, letting it catch as it skims past your needy hole, letting the tip slap against your sensitive clit just to watch your whole body twitch as he chuckles to himself before bullying his cock into you. even after fucking yourself it's still a stretch, especially cos he has you in a mating press, his strong hands keeping your thighs pinned as he puts hisbweight behind his thrusts, really slamming into you until you're bouncing back against the mattress <33 a good hard fuck that hits all the right spots he needs to in order for you to cum HARD. but if he's feeling mean, he won't even oblige your request, instead being all smug and settling back on his haunches, goading you to keep going and make yourself cum without him because you're just so close, you can do it. watches your pathetic attempts to do so as you huff and beg him because you just can't without him <//3 and maybe if you beg hard enough he'll consider helping you out... even though it's just so entertaining to watch you keep trying. ironically enough, it's the way he calls you his sweet girl as he finally pushes into you that sends you over the edge more than any of your own touches did. and once you ride out that high, body no longer convulsing on his dick, he'll pull out of you just to flip you onto your stomach, then pull your hips up to meet his before fucking into you to make you really cum because of him this time <33

SAMPO .ᐟ୨୧ this man is MOST DEFINITELY an experimentalist!!! 1000% down for literally anything. you use toys on each other el oh el. the epitome of a switch. he'll top or bottom too, it's always a good time with him. definitely a freak. tbh i headcanon him as having a crazy oral fixation... if he's not sucking on your tits already then put your fingers in his mouth!! he'll have hearts swimming in his eyes, especially if you let them slide to the back of his throat until he gags and his eyes get all teary!!! definitely a sight to behold if u start fingerfucking his throat. or maybe just gag him with your panties, letting urself hear his muffled whines and moans as you finally free his cock and deepthroat him <33 oh god his whines and moans... get this man on twitter NEEOOOWWW. as a top he's definitely more goofy about it, not super strict. sex is about making sure you both feel good and just having a good time im his eyes.

GALLAGHER .ᐟ୨୧ ... this man... a certified freak. me personally im not into it but IF U LIKE ANAL THIS IS UR GUY 1000%%%. he def loves ur ass more than anything. the type to stick a finger in as he makes out with you or just let his finger tease the ring of muscle, circling it ever so slowly to feel u squirm while sat naked in his lap. when he eats you out he'll let his tongue drop a little lower to tease both of your holes. if u let him he'll eat your ass with GUSTO. and YES he's using toys on you you're not safe... buttplugs with the cute jewel on them and when you're in public he'll give your ass a slap or squeeze just to see your face change as you feel it press a little deeper into you... he'll have a vibrator fucking into your pussy as he's all up in your guts, laughing at the way you can't even form words right now. yeahhh he's a FREAK. oh and did i mention that he's an ass guy??

SUNDAY .ᐟ୨୧ ohohoho. this man has actual YEARS of pent up sexual frustration under his belt. his wings. whatever. he's a man who thrives off of control, and this is no exception in the bedroom. massive dom. both soft and hard. but more hard <3. really gets off on u calling him sir LAWLLL. lowkey i see him being into some real freaky bdsm stuff... cos hes got the whole sexually repressed catholic thing going on n all yknow. likes seeing u kneeled w your hands tied behind your back. you stripped naked while hes fully clothed and smiling so sweetly as he watches you try and get yourself off by humping his shoe. anything for that power imbalance with him hrrrrng. and if youre feeling a bit more bratty, touch his wings. preen them, blow air on them, even grip onto them HARD with your fingers and it'll get him all riled up. and then that sweet smiling facade will drop and youll see his eyes change into something a touch more feral as he pins u down and fucks u hard and properly. just to remind u who's really in control <3. the aftercare goes crazy, naturally. but then i also saw this post talking abt how hes a PEOPLE PLEASER and i agree 10000% so when he's feeling more soft, your pleasure is his greatest reward. a headrush mix of sweet praise and filthy degradation. telling you how you're a nasty bitch who's just so good for him... how you take him so well like the filthy slut you are.... and he's just so so composed during it all like an ANGEL EHFHWJFJE it makes ur head spin istg. yeah he's a freak in the sheets LOLL

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[thebearer]

arguing with carmen and its big enough where you leave for the night but what’s even scarier to him is that you also took teddy

he'd have an actual psychotic break, nervous breakdown.

especially bc i'm picturing him reverting back to his old ways. it's rare, but he slips into a full carmy (in the lock in) level meltdown. gets unbalanced and spirals further and further, and you just happen to be who he takes it out on.

screaming at you like a maniac over something stupid- you didn't wash his spare whites (he didn't tell you they needed to be washed). it's his fault, he knows it deep down, still he's losing his shit because it's the final straw.

"you stay at home all day! all fucking day and you can't do one thing!" carmen's red faced, screaming.

you're shocked, scared, on the brink of sobbing yourself. teddy's woke up from her nap, his screaming startled her. the newborn wailing from her nursery.

"carmen, you didn't tell me-"

"-i shouldn't have to!" carmen roars. "you're home all day-"

"-i'm on maternity leave. i just had a baby-"

"-oh, so. you can't do one fuckin' thing now? i have to do it all here too?" carmen is spiraling, pacing, running a hand down his face. "i get no fuckin' sleep, go work my fuckin' ass off, a-and then i come home so i can go back and work my ass off some more, and you can't help me out?"

his words sting, shock you with the weight of them. swallowing back tears, you turn, climbing the stairs to the bedroom.

carmen is scoffing, hands shaking with rage and annoyance and just overwhelmed. your ignoring him stings. makes him spiral even more. "don't go do it now! it's too late!" carmen scoffs. "i've got a fuckin' critic coming in two hours, and i'll wear stained whites. probably get a shitty review about our food being gross an-and the chef being just as bad!"

you texted pete through your tears, telling him that you were coming to stay there for a while. shoving clothes for the night in your small bag quickly, hands shaking when you zipped it up, your wedding ring flashing at you. you stared at it, a wave of tears coming over you, screwing the ring off your finger and setting it on carmen's night stand next to a photo of you two on your honeymoon.

you packed teddy and anchovy's things quickly, knowing you'd come back tomorrow to get what else you needed. just the essentials, to get through the night. anchovy in his carrier, and teddy in her's, you ignored carmen's pacing, his deep breaths and clenched eyes, walking straight to the garage.

carmen looked up at the sound of the door, standing quickly. a damning rush of horror, of realization washed over him, pulled him right out of his clouded tantrum.

"w-what- what are you- hey, what-" carmen runs towards the car door, where you're putting teddy's car seat into place, shushing the wailing girl gently.

"-don't fucking touch me." you sneer, teeth bared in primal rage, pure protectiveness.

"baby, wait, wait, ju-just hold on. where're you- hey, don't- where're you goin'?" carmen's frantic, eyes wide, stomach churning.

you shut the car door, moving past him without looking to get to the driver's side. "no, no, no, no, no. don't-baby please, don't. i-i-i'm sorry. i'm sorry!" carmen's stuttering in fear, hands shaking trying to hold the door open, keep you from shutting it.

"let go." you growl, yanking the door. "you're not going to talk to me like that, carmen. i don't care if you're stressed, i don't care. you're not going to come home and talk to me like that because you fucked up. not when i've been at home all day taking care of our- my child."

carmen feels dizzy, mouth filling with spit, sure he's about to throw up.

you slam the door, eyes watery and red and angry, glaring at him before pulling out of the driveway.

carmen's left alone in the garage, knees weak, hands shaking. his ears are ringing, head spinning, sure that he's hallucinating- that this has to be a sick sick dream. floods of realization icy through his veins.

the house is eerily quiet, so still. no teddy, no anchovy, no you.

he isn't sure how long he sits in the garage, the sun sinking in the horizon, but he stays motionless and still. richie shows up eventually, frantic and wide eyed.

"cousin! what the fuck? dinner service started a fuckin' hour ago, and we-" he stops, slowing his stride when he gets closer. carmen's vacant gaze, trembling hands.

"hey, carm, what's goin' on? you-you alright?" richie's voice dropped low and slow, like he used to with mikey. "carmen. hey, what's-"

"-she left." carmen whispered, his eyes wide in horror. "she-she left and she took t-teddy." carmen breaks, a sob choking out of his throat.

"why? why did she-" richie stops, looking at carmen. "carmen, what did you do?"

carmen sobs- no, wails. broken and terrified and horrified. full chest sobs that are more like screams. the realization of what he had done, what he had said, feeling the full weight of the consequences of his actions for the first time.

[exhaslo]

Hiii！I love your stories!!But can you write about Miguel × hybridbunny！reader？that Miguel was a rich mafia or ceo and he bought reader from a black market or an auction.（ps：make reader sit on Miguel’s desk while he works and he ended up eating her out and fcking her hehehehehhehe）🐇🐇🐇🐇

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Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, oral, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie

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There were many pros and cons that came with being the CEO. Unfortunally, claiming ownership of Alchemax carried far more cons than the alternative. It did not help that Miguel took over the company from his corrupt father.

There were a lot of problems that needed to be fixed. Many were within the company itself; the associates to say the least. Miguel had to fire and clean up a lot of the corrupted associates' messes. This included having Miguel silently attend a black auction market.

Turned out, one of his former coworkers who worked in genetic splicing decided to test various animals on different people. While Miguel was so focused on Spiders that created Spiderman, his stupid coworker created hybrids and sold them on the black market.

Miguel just hoped that he could save as many people as he could. The work of tracking the others down was going to be a lot harder for him.

As Miguel sat in his VIP seat with a hood on, he watched the scum below him cheer with anticipation. None of these people cared. They just wanted new trophies. Miguel was going to buy as many hybrids were auctions and try to revert them back to regular humans.

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Miguel was about to lose faith. The auction was at the last bid and there had not been a single hybrid. Miguel did check and this was the only black market auction in the city. It was too dangerous for there to be anymore.

"Now! What you've all been waiting for, the most popular item during our shows! A hybrid!!" The announcer cheered.

Miguel nearly gasped, leaning forward as he watched the curtains unveil, revealing you.

"We got ourselves an adorable hybrid bunny!!! You know what they say about rabbits."

Miguel ignored the sea of laughter. You were standing on stand, shaking like a leaf. Before the announcer could even start the bid, Miguel yelled out an insane number. There were gasps in the crowd and barely anyone had the guts to go higher.

And just like that, you were bought by Miguel.

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You were hesitant as you followed your new 'owner' to his vehicle. The chain and collar still tight around your neck. Once you were seated in the back seat, you flinched as your tail got caught in the belt. You had to lower your ears, not wanting to hit the roof of the car.

"My apologizes, I'll get a bigger car." Miguel apologized as he entered the vehicle. You gave him a slight glare, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Just fuck me," You whispered.

"No," Miguel sighed as he took the collar off once the car started moving, "I'm trying to right the wrongs that the former CEO of my company did."

You touched your neck, watching Miguel very carefully. You had an inkling of where this conversation was going, and it started to make your heart and body shake.

"My name is Miguel. I have no intention of using you for any purpose, but to try and undo what Alchemax did to you, if you would let me."

"Hah, so am I the lucky test subject?"

"No. I want to find all those who were experimented on. You were the first one I saved." Miguel noticed your hesitation and offered you a bottled water, "I have a room set up for you. Anything you want or need, just let me know and I'll get it for you."

"I suppose freedom isn't an option?"

"You and I both know what will happen if I let you go."

"Yeah, I know. Just wanted to hear your answer." You scoffed and leaned forward slightly, "I actually worked at Alchemax as an assistant. I don't think it will be easy to undo my DNA now that its been changed."

"I can try."

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It had been a few months since you were bought by Miguel. It came as a surprise, but he did mean what he said. You were living comfortably and Miguel was trying his absolute best to cure you. As you guessed, nothing worked.

That didn't stop you from wanting to help Miguel with his endeavor. Miguel had even rescued a few more hybrids during your stay with him. You couldn't help but feel a little jealous that you weren't his only one now. There was a simple reason as to why you felt like that.

You fell in love with Miguel.

You wanted to believe that Miguel liked you too, but you weren't sure what was holding him back. Perhaps guilt? Needing to see him, you started to hurry to his office. Thanks to your rabbit DNA, you were a fast runner.

"Miguel? Can I come in?" You asked with a knock at his office door.

"Of course, (Y/N)." He said with a smile, opening the door for you.

Before entering, your nose caught whiff of something delicious. Sniffing around, you ended up next to Miguel. You gently gripped his jacket, sniffing against his collar.

"(Y-Y/N), are you alright? Do I smell?" Miguel cleared his throat, careful to hold you back.

"Hm? O-Oh, sorry. You just smelled really good." You laughed nervously, wondering what was coming over you.

Miguel patted your head, assuring you that it was okay. You could only feel embarrassed again. This wasn't the first time your rabbit DNA caused you to do something silly or embarrassing. You were still having a hard time getting over making a 'secret room' in the building when winter was coming.

"Want to help me with something?" Miguel offered, motioning towards his desk.

You hurried over, taking a seat on his desk as Miguel pulled out some paperwork. Since it was hard for you to sit in regular chairs due to your tail, Miguel allowed you to have a spot on his personal desk. It felt like you were a trophy for him. One you didn't mind.

"So, what are you working on?" You asked. Miguel chuckled towards you as he leaned back in his seat,

"Company business."

"So how can I help?"

"You already are," Miguel chuckled again and leaned closer towards you, "I feel better having you next to me. I'm not as stressed."

Your cheeks started to burn up at his confession. Your heart was racing and you could feel yourself getting hot. This was bad. Lately, whenever you thought about Miguel you would get into a small frenzy, needing to relieve yourself. It had to be because of your rabbit DNA.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" Miguel asked, his hand against your forehead.

"Mhm," You winced slightly, shaking from his touch alone, "M-Miguel, I should...g-go," You stuttered, finding it hard to keep yourself together.

Miguel furrowed his brows as he gave you a quick check up. He checked your eyes, noticing the glossy lustful look, then your heart rate. Miguel inhaled deeply once he finally noticed you rub your legs together and your nipples perk.

"You're in heat?" Miguel muttered lowly, glancing at your once more, "Let me take-"

"N-No, let me stay," You whined, holding onto Miguel, nibbling against his shoulder, "I-I'm only...like this because of...of you,"

"Oh," Miguel resisted a groan, gently pushing you back, "Then, I suppose I need to take responsibility for you, huh?"

Oh, how those words turned you on even more. You whimpered and moaned against his touch as Miguel took off your pants. Your panties were soaked. You swore Miguel mumbled something under his breathe, but you were so zoned out that you couldn't hear him.

Next thing you knew, Miguel had taken your panties off and laid you back against his desk. He brought your legs around his head, making sure your tail wasn't crushed under you. His head directly in front of your vagina,

"My, my (Y/N), you should have told me sooner about your little problem. I could have helped you happily,"

"B-But-Ah~ M-Miguel~" You cried out as his tongue started to swirl against your folds.

Your eyes widen and your body arched as Miguel feasted. His tongue touching you in ways that your fingers could not. His aggressive licks and swirls against your clit causing that knot inside you to grow tighter.

"Ah~ R-Right...t-there~" You moaned, crying out your orgasm.

Miguel cleaned up your mess, his tongue now threatening to enter your drenched hole. Your whimpers and moans were delicious. He wanted to hear more, but he also didn't want to take advantage of your state. Licking your insides, Miguel hummed at your sweet taste. Your legs wrapping around his head.

'Miguel~" You whined, grinding your hips slightly.

"Now, now my little bunny, if you don't behave I won't be able to control myself," He hummed, sucking against your clit.

"P-Please...f-fuck me...I need you~" You whimpered.

Miguel felt his restraints snap. He flipped you on your stomach and inserted a finger inside your cunt. Your body shock as you moaned louder than before. Miguel groaned at how your cunt sucked his fingers in.

"Does my little bunny want to be fucked that bad? Even using your tail to seduce me." Miguel huffed, using his free hand to play with your tail.

Unable to take the pleasure, you cried out another orgasm the moment Miguel touched your tail. It was so sensitive. Pressing your face against his desk, you whimpered, begging for Miguel to fuck you. You needed him. You wanted him to make you feel good.

"Alright, I'll give my bunny what she wants."

"Mhm~ Y-Yesh," You babbled.

A sharp gasp escaped your throat as you felt Miguel's dick push through your folds. His cock stretched you out and filling you so perfectly. Your body felt so hot as his tip threaten to push your cervix. You could feel his shape every time your pussy clenched around him.

"A perfect fit. My little horny bunny likes this right?" Miguel chuckled as he started to thrust his hips into you at a rough pace, "My little horny bunny going into heat because of me."

"Ah~ Mhm~ M-Miguel~"

You swore you started to lose your common sense. Miguel was pounding the life out of your cunt and the air out of your lungs. Your vision kept blurring as you just focused on the feeling of him filling you.

You gasped as Miguel lifted your hips ever so slightly. His dick hitting your g-spot with each thrust while his free hand was playing with your tail. You were losing count how many times this man was making you cum.

"Does my little bunny want me to fill her up?" Miguel leaned over you, whispering your ear,

"Mphm~"

"I can't hear you, are you too fucked out to answer?" Miguel nibbled against your ear.

You pressed your ass up, "Inside~" You begged.

Miguel complied as proceeded to fill you with his cum. He moaned lowly, giving you a few more pumps before coming to a stop. Miguel started to pull out, but heard you whine in protest. A chuckle escaped his throat as he continued to slap his hips into you.

Miguel continued to fuck you until your heat finally died out. By the end of what seemed like endless fucking, both you and Miguel were out of breathe. Miguel had you seated against his lap, resting your body against his.

You whimpered tiredly, cum pouring out of your cunt. Miguel rubbed your back, his hand nudging against your tail slightly.

"Mhm,"

"Shh, it was an accident, baby." Miguel whispered, rubbing your upper back, "You should have told me when these heats started. I can make some medicine to help you."

"You're fine," You whispered lowly. Miguel chuckled, kissing your head,

"If that's the case, then it would be easier for you to stay at my place. I have been looking for a wife,"

"Mhm...I'll gladly...take that role," You muttered tiredly.

Miguel resisted a chuckle. He waited for you to fall asleep before dressing the two of you. He had one of his assistants bring your stuff to his place as Miguel took you home. He was going to make you as comfortable as possible.

But first, you both needed a shower.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!!

[murdrdocs]

omg please give us a drabble abt flipping snow over 4 the first time,, i need to know what his reaction would be like

he'd been frustrated when you first saw him.

his features were hardened into a scowl that barely softened when he saw you. when he spoke, it was in a demanding bark, one you couldn't disobey even if you wanted to. beneath his coat, his shoulders were tense, and his hands held a similar fate stuffed into the fur lined pockets of his outwear.

even if you were unable to determine coriolanus' mood from his exterior alone, the way he kissed you was a flashing indicator. his hands fisting your camisole and pulling you towards his hungry mouth. his lips pressed against yours as if he intended to bruise, which could be the case. or, he kissed you like he was trying to wear off whatever had clung to his body to make him like this.

he fucked you like that, too. features now morphed into a stone facade of determination as his heavy hips snapped against yours. he held the sheets in one hand and gripped the skin of your waist with the other. his touch hurt a little, especially when combined with the actual bruising pace he set with his hips. but you didn't care much.

instead, you were focused on trying to get coriolanus to relax. it was part of your deal after all.

you ran a hand along his forehead, your touch gentle as you knew how off put coriolanus tends to be by physical affection. he flinches at first, but he melts into your hand when he realizes that you're unyielding in your mission. you push his hair off of his face, a few strands having reverted to his once signature curls. your nails, newly filed and painted red, scratch at the front of coriolanus' head and he sighs.

it's then that he starts to relax; that he starts to submit. you do what you can to encourage him into the embrace of submission by continuing playing with his scalp, hooking your ankles behind his back, and whispering praises disguised as pleas.

"'m so close, coryo. almost there. fuck, you feel so good, coryo. please don't stop."

he takes your mewls and whines as signs that he's doing well. they inflate his ego. they reinstate his belief that he's in control in this setting.

it's only a couple of minutes later that you break down this belief.

he's close, his thrusts sloppy, his eyes shut and his eyebrows pushed together. you grind your hips up into him, trying to get him to that point, and he's right there, teetering on the cusp and in a weakened state because of it.

without giving it much more thought, you flip both of you over.

coriolanus lands on his back with a soft grunt of surprise, and you find yourself atop of him, unable to hide your triumphant smile. in the few seconds that you have to act, coriolanus is dazed. he blinks almost confusedly, cheeks red from exertion and his blue eyes bright.

and just when you see anger start to settle along his face, you line his cock back up with your entrance and sink down onto him in one swift motion, ignoring the sting from the change of position and instead grinding your hips.

any unpleasant emotion coriolanus was close to expressing melts from his body. he throws his head back for a second, veins prominent along his jugular as he groans almost appreciatively. then, just as you start bouncing, his eyes find your frame and you see him become the most relaxed he's possibly ever been.

[love-byers]

DM-GATE (a st/byler theory)

if you saw this last night, strap in. because this post is about that

so me and @reo-bylerwagon were talking about how weird mike's dialogue is in s4, specifically in his monologue. it's so....corny. his monologue just doesn't sound like stranger things. mike just doesn't talk like that ever. characters who are overly dramatic and corny are made fun of by other characters. the show just doesn't train you to accept something as corny as mike's monologue, especially from MIKE. mike just isn't that kind of character.

we also pointed this dramatic dialogue between mike and will in the van. will's monologue to mike is very sweet but the dialogue is kind of corny too. will compares mike to a knight in shining armor, leading and inspiring as the heart of the party.

and i, in a moment of completely oblivious genius, said "honestly in the monologue he uses the same voice he does when he's dm"

if you don't know what dm is, it means dungeon master. the dungeon master is the one in dnd who leads the adventure, the organizer.

this is the role mike has in season 1 when they're playing dnd. will is also dm in s3 when they briefly play, right before the byler rain fight. eddie is the only other character we see be dm.

dms have to be eccentric, they have to act. they have to be convincing. they have to lead and guide.

in the painting will gives mike, the party are depicted as their dnd characters. so no one can even say this isn't connected to dnd.

"See how you're leading us? You're guiding the whole party, inspiring us. That's what you do.

See your coat of arms here? It's a heart. I know it's sort of on the nose, but that's what holds this whole party together. Heart. Because, I mean, without heart, we'd all fall apart."

in the monologue when will calls back to their conversation in the van, this is symbolic of mike reverting back to his role as dungeon master, as leader. if mike has to lie in the monologue, of course he would pull from a role he's played where he makes things up and sounds convincing.

@reo-bylerwagon gave the best line ever, "he's being the mike in the painting"

and the craziest part is that's CANON. mike is inspired by what will says, he takes it to heart. he feels more confident. he tries to be the mike in the painting. it should be easy, to speak from his heart to el, but it's not, because he's not in love with her. in the monologue, mike is doing the same thing he does when he's dm. he's performing. he's trying to be convincing. he's trying to guide, to inspire.

also, @reo-bylerwagon said that will pushing mike to giving the monologue is giving "MIKE YOUR ACTION!!" WHICH IS SO FUCKING TRUE😭😭

after this realization i went back and watched the scenes where mike is dming. the VERY FIRST LINE OF DIALOGUE we hear in the show is mike dming. "Something is coming, something hungry for blood." and the second line?

i could never put a finger on why mikes language in the monologue seemed so weird. it's because he's talking like a dm. he's using the dramatic language dms use during a dnd session.

@reo-bylerwagon also pointed out that mike and will are piggybacking off of dnd to save el. everyone in the final fight was piggybacking.

will set the stage, mike executed. 

also, i mentioned the only other character see be dm besides mike and will is eddie.

and what is eddie's big moment in s4?

Master of Puppets.

MASTER. OF PUPPETS. DUNGEON MASTER. DUDE.

and another thing

we've all seen this, but it's not only that mike and will's characters are on the book.

it's a dungeon masters guide.

with mike and will's characters on it.

mike and will. the only party members we've seen be dungeon masters.

COME THE FUCK ON.

AND ANOTHER THING

"Dude, that's the donation box."

"I know, I'll just use yours when I come back. I mean...if we still wanna play."

"Well yeah but...what if you want to join another party?"

"Not possible."

this is a dm i got like 2 years ago that changed my brain chemistry:

this is NOT a reach. everything in st is compared to dnd. the duffers are massive dnd nerds. it is not unbelievable that they'd connect this to dnd as well.

[monimccoythings]

Alastor x daughter!Reader II (Platonic)

Heaven in this series seems to be very unfair and strict, so I guess this wouldn't be too out of character of them. I still don't know how long this is going to be, maybe I'll do a couple more and then that'll be it.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason; Trigger warnings: gory elements, mentions of blood, threats towards a child, mentions of rape, death.

This is not proof read, so please excuse any grammar and/or vocabulary mistakes.

tags: @anonymousewrites

Part I ｜Part II (You're here!)｜Part III

It was hot. That was the first feeling you got. Like those summers in the bayou, but a hundred times worse. You wondered if you were running a fever. If everything was just a wild fever dream, and you were currently on a hospital bed fighting off the Spanish flu while your dad worriedly sat by your side.

But as you opened your eyes. You found that there was no fever dream. Only nightmares.

You had been sent to hell for keeping quiet. Heaven considered that the officers death could have been prevented if you had just talked to someone about what you saw. But you chose not to, and also chose to pretend it didn't happen just to try and keep some semblance of normalcy. Your silence had only made you an unwilling accomplice in two murders.

You were not made for hell, never were. And suddenly finding yourself in a place were anyone could easily kill, rape or torture you didn't do wonders for your psyche.

You spent the next ninety years hiding in the corners, eating what little crumbs you could feed yourself, barely sleeping just in case some of your 'friendly neighbors' decided to take you by surprise and avoiding all kind of human (or demonic) contact.

You would be lying to yourself if you said those were the only reasons for such a paranoid way of living. The other, and principal reason why you kept moving and hid yourself was the very same reason why you ended up here.

Him.

Not even a week had passed before he had suddenly spawned there as well. Host of his very own diabolical radio show, he had quickly seized control of the former overlords and killed them one by one, broadcasting their cries of fear and pain to all the city. Positioning himself as a prominent member of the new batch of overlords.

He was a monster. 'Alastor The Radio Demon' he was called in fearful whispers. And he kept getting worse and worse. You couldn't help but wonder if the man who had raised you had really been there at all or it had been just another facade, for his own entertainment and amusement.

Everywhere you go you would faintly hear the static of his radio program, it almost seemed that he was following you. There was no escaping his influence. Had he found you? Did he know you were there as well? Did he even care at all?

Sometimes you resented him for breaking your happy mortal life, sometimes you wished you could show yourself to him and maybe everything would be magically reverted to the way it was back then. Sometimes you cried yourself to sleep, fearing that the first thing he would do if he found you would be slaughter you and broadcast your screams.

Fear always got the best of you, so you kept running, hiding, avoiding the exterminations as best as you could and doing some things for the sake of survival that would haunt you forever.

You will live to see another day. You had to. You may not be able to kill anyone, but you will survive.

Until one day you got caught.

You should have listened to your instincts that were screaming at you that that dump was not safe to rest. But you were too tired to care.

As soon as you close your eyes for a quick nap, a huge hand grabbed you by the hair and forcefully pulled you out. You screamed and struggled, throwing wild kicks. But a strong set of arms held you and made it impossible to move.

"Looks like we got ourselves a fighter guys!" an enormous hyena demon cackled manically.

"Boss surley will give us a fucking raise for this one. Can't wait to see how he beats the fuck out of your spunkiness."

You were terrified. What? What were they going to do to you?? You were just a kid!! How was this allowed?? You had to escape, you had to run and hide before it was too late and you found yourself enslaved to some of the most depraved souls.

You screamed, cried and begged them to let you go. But they didn't listen, they shoved you into the back of some van with other terrified demons and drove off to the worst parts of an already hellish city.

They threw you roughly on a cold hard floor, you swore that after so many years in a living hell you would have run out of tears to cry. Well, there you were bawling your eyes out.

"P-please"

The mob boss just laughed, a disgusting pig like demon. "Look at her, ain't even started and she's already crying. Oh, little one, you're going to make some owner the fucking happiest guy ever. And I know the right guy."

So that was it. It was over for you. After everything you had gone through, it seemed like your fate was to be forever enslaved, tortured and finally killed at the hands of a demon. Nobody would come to rescue you. You doubted there was even someone out there who would really miss you.

Maybe you deserved it.

Maybe it was time to really pay for your cowardice.

The tears didn't stop flowing, but you had already resigned to your fate.

The demons were coming closer, some of them with chains, another with a collar, and one with a branding rod.

You could almost feel the burning of metal in your skin. The painful beginning of a new chapter in your afterlife.

And even then, despite everything you had gone through and your fears, whatever remained of that innocent little girl you once were, was quietly praying Daddy would barge in and save you from the bad guys.

The lights suddenly went out, which only terrified you even more. Knowing what they were going to do was bad enough, but not being able to see it? They may as well shoot you dead.

For a couple of seconds everything was in complete silence. "The fuck are you waiting for? Turn the fucking-" The boss was interrupted by a loud radio frequency screech. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you felt the cold hands of terror grab a hold of you .

No.

Nononononono.

You weren't- You didn't- You prayed he wasn't actually going to show up. Despite being trapped between a rock and a hard place, you cursed yourself for your childish wishes.

The static kept getting louder, to the point you had to cover your ears to avoid having your eardrums split. In the corner, right on the left where your assaulters stood, some of them doubled over in pain with blood coming out of their ears, a mass of shadows started moving on their own.

A sob got caught in your throat when you realized where this was going to go. Now it was really over.

The shadows kept getting bigger and bigger, shaping themselves until all that remained was a giant and grinning entity of darkness.

You were completely frozen in your spot, not daring to make a sudden move, just in case you attracted that monster's attention. His Glasgow smile kept getting wider, some drool falling from his lips. He was like a hungry predator watching a tasty piece of meat.

You thought that the worst part would be when more tentacles shot from his back, launching themselves against the assaulters and tearing them apart easily while some chunks of blooded meat fell on his open mouth and others got stuck on his massive antlers. The sound of radio static mixed with his hysterical laughter generated a deep feeling of anxoiusness and fear inside you.

As you dared to look into his pupils, now red radio dials, hoping to find something that would anchor you to whatever remained of your sanity, you knew that had you been alive, you would have died again from fright.

Because there was nothing that could remind you of your father in those eyes.

And with that last thought, you happily welcomed unconsciousness.

[onelittlespiral]

Tf where someone's huge musky cock keeps turning others into massive muscle bros on accident?

FML: Cursed

Up front, I’ll say this one’s a bit different. Let me know if you all like it. -❤️

Everything was too bright. My head was pounding. Memories were fading in and out from last night. Fuck, how much did I have to drink last night? I stumbled out of bed, trying to forced myself towards the bathroom to take a piss. I had made a New Year’s resolution to quit the bottle. Yeah, so much for that. I managed a quick piss and splashed some cold water on my face. That helped a bit. At this point all I wanted to do was bury my head back in my pillow. Slowly, I shuffled back towards my bed:

“Yeah? You coming back for more of this?”

A man. A man was in my bed. A hunk of a man was flexing in my bed. My mouth hung open for a moment as my brain chugged to life. I couldn’t quite believe it.

“…God damn it! Uggh, what did I let happen?”

“What, not in the mood? I can be quite,” he started a little pec dance, “persuasive.”

I was not in a mood to be amused by his flirting. “No, no it’s not you-or at least it is you now but-” I stammered, “Look. It’s complicated. Get up, please, I need you out of here. If you take some time to… cool off… it should pass.” I paused a moment, “I’m sorry.”

Quickly, I started pulling together what clothes I could find that would fit his new stature and tossed them at him. Even facing away from him I could tell he was a little taken aback. I’m sure in his current brain he couldn’t quite believe he was being rejected. But I knew it was better for everyone that he leave now. I scooped up his old clothing and threw it all into a tote. It wasn’t his fault he was here in this situation, getting kicked out of a stranger’s house early in the morning. Maybe that’s why I scribbled down my contact info and slipped it into the bag. He would have questions later, he deserved some answers. By now he had managed to put on the cut off tank and the shorts I had thrown him. The shorts were a size too small and left nothing to the imagination, but it would have to work. I doubted his canvas shoes would fit over those behemoths. He would have to go barefoot. After a few awkward pleasantries where he asked me if we should lift together some time and I politely declined, he finally got the message and slipped out the door. I locked it behind him and slumped to the floor. I still had a headache.

It was going to be a long day. At this point I was awake, so I just decided to hit the shower. The steam helped clear my mind so I could try to piece the night together. It had been two years now and it was still happening. I wish I knew how to stop it. But looking back, I’m not sure what else I could have done. Every time it happened though, every time I saw his face, I just replayed that day again in my mind:

We were sitting at our favorite cafe when I broke the news.

“What do you mean? You’re breaking up with me?” my ex boyfriend was stunned. Truly, I don’t think this had ever happened to him before.

“Please don’t act surprised. We both knew this was coming. We aren’t good for each other.”

“Baby, we aren’t good for each other,” he cooed, leaning over and cupping my jaw, “We’re great together. You can’t pretend to deny it. I can feel that cock twitch, hear every moan when you’re inside me. Come on, let’s go home and I’ll bring you to your knees.”

“No. This isn’t about us in bed. This is everything outside of it. I don’t like how you talk to me, how you treat me, how you touch me,” I said, slapping his hand from my face, “and how you treat everyone in the world as your plaything. I just can’t put up with it anymore.”

That finally set him off, “Oh, you have no idea what I can do.” He snapped his fingers.

I watched as a man in a suit next to us dropped his book. He began to convulse, and I watched in horror. He reverted from his fifties to his late twenties in a moment, smoothing his wrinkles as his hair turned from silver to brown. His skin tightened around his swelling body, as his muscles easily ripped through his shirt and pants. A deep moan escaped his mouth as his clothes reformed themselves into a tank top and gym shorts. As a snap-back hat formed and tightened around his head, I grimaced, knowing that his mind was being assaulted with a new identity. I knew the look on his face well as drool flowed from his open mouth. Then, all at once it stopped. He just picked up his book and kept reading. No one else even seemed to notice what had taken place.

It was a thinly veiled threat and we both knew it. “See? This is the shit I’m talking about. What happens to him now? He had nothing to do with this, you just can’t contain yourself.”

“Oh relax, he’s fine. I didn’t dumb him like I do to you. No one will ever remember anything different. Though I imagine whatever new hires at his firm will be confused why the new boss is a jacked gym bro while everyone else in the office is pushing 40 and wearing suits.” He chuckled at his own joke.

“I can’t! I can’t do this anymore. I don’t ever want to see you again.” I gathered my things to make my exit.

He came round the table, in a far less joking mood, “You’ll regret that,” he grabbed at my groin and cupped my package, “from now on, whenever that gets going, I have a feeling you will be seeing a lot of me” I felt a stirring in my sack. Something had… shifted?

“What did you do?” my shouting had finally drawn the attention of onlookers.

“Good luck, baby. You ever want that resolved, you’ll have to find me.” With that, he turned heel and left.

Now, two years later, he was right. I had seen far too much of him. The water had gone cold. I turned the faucets off and stepped out to dry myself off.

The first time had been a shock. I had given myself time to heal from the relationship, but about two months in I decided to head to a bar. Immediately something was off when I entered. I saw a few old flings, and a friend or two who were surprised to see me there. But it was like when I entered the whole place shifted towards me. Men were buying me drinks and fawning for my attention. The bartender even slipped a few comments in. They all looked smitten with me, trying to get just a little closer. By the end of the night I had some twink sitting in my lap. I decided it was time to blow off some steam. I took him to my place, where he immediately began tearing off my clothes inside the door. I managed to get him back to my bedroom before he had my boxers off. Immediately he buried his nose into my bush. Admittedly I hadn’t been keeping shaved since the breakup, and I guess that was doing it for him. He went to town on my cock. I wasn’t prepared for him to take it in one thrust, but he wasn’t waiting. All I could do was grab his hair and hold on as he worked my cock like a pro. I felt his hair curl beneath my fingers as I held on for the ride, moaning as he pushed all my buttons. He knew just when to pull back to keep me edging, his thick fingers holding on as he devoured my cock. Finally I knew I needed to fuck him. I pulled him off of my cock, but as he stood up and his dazed expression met mine I screamed.

“Fuck baby, where have you been all of my life?” he said.

He was the spitting image of my ex. The hair, the muscle, even that stupid nickname. In shock I pushed him away as he gave me a look of confusion.

“What are you doing here? I told you I never wanted to see you again.”

He looked back at me confused, “What are you talking about? We just met like a few hours ago. You invited me over. Sorry.”

Something about the statement rang true. I only realized later it was because he apologized. My ex would never. “Did he put you up to this? What’s your name?”

“Hey, I’m not sure who you’re talking about, okay? I’m Justin. I was just looking for a good time.”

“Have you seen yourself? You don’t look like the twink I met at the bar.” I retorted

He looked in the mirror, and his face seemed to puzzle for a sec. I knew that look. He was trying to reconcile memories he had. Fake memories. Then he smirked, “Yeah, pretty hot right? I’ve been working out, getting that more twunk look going.”

So he was clueless then. It was weird seeing someone look so much like him, and have a mix of his mannerisms and others. He had certainly made sure his cockiness was implemented. The asshole.

“Look, I’m not sure tonight is going to work out. I need you out of here. Now.” That was a little mean, it wasn’t his fault. But he had to go. I gave him some of my ex’s clothes he had left lying around and pushed him out the door without saying goodnight. It was only next week when I went to the bar that I saw him again. He had seemingly gone back to normal, besides a very distinctive mustache and stubble he was growing now. It didn’t fit his thin, hairless body and it made me chuckle…

*BZZZZZT*

My phone was getting a call from an unknown number. I guess it was time to answer some questions:

-Hey, I found this number in my bag. This the guy from last night?

*Sigh*

-Yeah, it’s me. Are you, uh, feeling better? More… yourself?

-So I’m not crazy! What was that? What happened?

-I am so so so sorry. It’s a long story. Let’s just say my ex is… a looot.

-Well hey, who’s isn’t?

I chuckled

-You’re taking this surprisingly well. Most guys don’t want to look at me after all this.

-So this has happened before?

-Yes. But I promise I didn’t mean to. I must have gotten too drunk last night, and I know that’s not a good excuse. But I’m not sure what to do about it and at this point I’d starting to think I never will

-Woah, woah. Calm down. Would you want someone to come over? To talk to?

I paused.

-No, I think I’ll be fine.

-Please, I want to. I want answers and it seems like you need someone.

-I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Plus, I don’t think I can see you like that.

-I promise. I don’t think I have anything the same.

-Promise?

-Here, look

He did look back to normal. And he was quite cute. I can see why drunk me decided to pick him…

-Still, I’m not sure…

-Nope, it’s decided. I know the address, I’ll be there later tonight around 6. *click*

What had just happened? I think, against all odds, I just got roped into a second date.

God damn it.

[writingrock]

i called for you

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral) summary: waiting for your hero boyfriend to rescue you. you've called him and he's sure to come to your side.

notes: major death, angst, set in hero war arc, prequel of 'a lost dream' fic

word count: 995

a/n: you can read 'a lost dream' before or after this one. This is a short prequel <3

“Katsuki ... !”

“Katsuki, where are you?”

Your voice rings in the midst of the battlefield, echoing hauntingly. All alone. You stare at the daunting threat in front of you. Your eyes twitch at the writhing, myriad of hands Shigaraki unleashes. They move at an impossible pace. It's a horrifying sight. As much as you want to defeat him, you can't. You're badly injured. Falling back is the smart decision. A sharp pain on your side snaps your thoughts. Your breath hitches as you look down at your wounds. Your fist tightens. Everything hurts. Trembling, you fall back onto the rough rubble. Surrounded by the destruction you could not prevent. But you should be pleased that you did your part of the plan. Now you could fall back and recover. Everyone else had their part to play.

“Kats… fuck.. I need you..” a cough leaves your mouth. Along with it, there’s blood. The splatter splashes across the rubble. Fuck. When was help going to get here? Where is your boyfriend– your hero. He's the only one you want to see right now. You need him. The pain in your chest tightens as you grit your teeth. Suffering quietly as you kept your eyes open- searching for him in the ruins of battle.

As if your prayers have been answered, you see him. You’d recognise that messy, spiky hair anywhere. Adrenaline gives you one last push to get up. Your injured leg limps and stumbles as you run to him with all your might. Using your last strength to be in his arms. The embrace feels amazing. Katsuki feels so warm to lean on. Choked sobs leave your mouth. Mumbling about how thankful you are that he’s here. You're saved.

“You’re here to help right? To save me?” Tears roll down your cheek as you hold onto him, “I called you and you came here to get me right?” The grip on him tightens. Relief fills you to see Katsuki finally here. Your body feels light knowing you’re in safe hands now. That you can get help—

“Why did you call me?” Shock startles your body when he said that. Your quivering eyes looking up at him. Is he joking right now? The Katsuki Bakugou. Making some sick joke on the battlefield. You scoff at him and hit him in his chest. “Stop joking Katsuki, it’s not funny.” You barely choke out.

“I’m not here … ” His voice is firm and his words cut through your heart like a knife. What is he talking about? He’s not here? But he’s right in front of you. Fear rises in your chest. But before you could tell him off, Katsuki stops you. Your name drifts off his lips softly, “I can’t save you.” Why is he being so cruel? His words hurt more than the pain in your chest. You're about to scream at him when his red eyes focus on you. It quiets you down. His eyes are strangely serious with a heavy weight to them. He pauses before looking off into a direction. Instinctively, you follow his gaze to see…

You. You're sprawled across the battlefield. Mangled and bloodied all over. He can’t save you because you’re dead. Realisation hits you hard. Shattering your earlier hope. You’re about to fall to your knees when Katsuki catches you. Slowly, he guides you towards your body, his strong arms holding you close. A closer look at the body only confirms it. There's no mistaking it. How did you not realise it? You didn't even feel it. Was your death that ruthlessly quick?

You want to fight. You want to live. You refuse to accept this. Falling to your knees, you crumble over your dead body. Can you go back into your body? Maybe if you just leaned into your body it would work. Desperately searching for any solution to this impossible problem. You keep trying. Looking for a way to somehow revert your death. Deep down, you know that your attempts are futile.

Katsuki calls out your name. “It’s over,” he says flatly, a hint of regret in his tone, “I can’t do anything about it.” He’s not even here. He's not real. Your Katsuki. This Katsuki is just a figment of your memories. An illusion of your lover to accompany you during your dying moments. He’s not real. You let out a sob. You couldn’t even say goodbye to him.

“What do I do now..?” The question leaves your lips quietly as you process this. You died too young. There was so much you wanted to do. Your goals to be a pro hero are swept away. Heck, your plans for tomorrow are taken from you too. Your loved ones and family— didn’t you promise them to come back? Katsuki. You promised him to fight didn’t you? All the plans you made with him are reduced to nothing. Weren’t you guys going to celebrate after all of this? To go on that date you’ve been nagging him for?

“It doesn’t matter what you do now.” Katsuki says softly as he kneels down to look at you. Did you do your part? Are your friends okay? Thoughts scramble through your head but the one you don’t wish to face is Katsuki. Yet with this spectral form of him in front of you, it’s hard to ignore. You pause, “then can I stay here with you then?” Katsuki nods and pulls you into his arms. Embracing you tightly like he usually does. Correction— like he used to. Accepting your fate, you lean into Katsuki. His body doesn’t feel the same. This embrace isn’t the same. Yet it’s the only thing you have.

“Are you excited for our date after all this?” The question barely leaves you as you combust into sobs. The vision of Katsuki holds you tighter and replies, “Yeah.” Your cries fall on deaf ears as you get cradled by him. Barely, you managed a small “yeah.” You want to curse the gods. Scream at them for giving you such an early death. But nothing you do matters.

"It'll be really fun right?"

"It'll be good."

“I love you Katsuki.”

... He doesn’t answer.

a/n: I have way too much angst plots, i swear there will be fics that aren't just angst !!

border credits: @enchanthings & @adornedwithlight

© writingrock 2024 do not copy, translate or repost.

[petew21-blog]

Let's run some tests

"Won't let her get away this time" I said to my new reflection

My girlfriend of two years decided to split up right before I was ready to propose to her. All that cause she was working as a veterinary nurse with this guy, Dr. Omar. She said she didn't cheat, but she said she fell in love like never before. I couldn't let her get away. She was the best woman I ever met. I had to do everything to get her back

Maybe it was luck, maybe a trickster god, but I do owe him. I woke up as Omar the next day that Alisha moved out. I was shocked, everyone would be.

He was not a bad looking guy. But in my previous body I was a bit... how do I say this. Well, maybe slighty against some minorities. So even thought it was meant for me as a blessing, I was having a hard time at first, waking up with a different skin tone. So what a guy from Nebraska like me might not have a great mind set

That changed when I discovered I could be grateful for the body I was now in. Slight hairs over the chest, veins popping out everywhere. Damn, chicks are gonna dig this. Especially Alisha. If my balding head and belly fat was the thing that made her not love me, than so be it. I am improved now.

As I proceeded in my examination, revealing a very nice surprise in the boxers. A message from my ex-girlfriend popped on the screen. "Hey, wanna meet later. I am at the beach now, but I am up for dinner or sth."

"Hey, sure. The beach sounds better tho" I sent to her. She rewarded me with a photo in her swimming suit, revealing the beautiful body I already knew

I took a photo of myself in a vest with a sthetoscope. Even if she won't like it I may keep the photo for myslef. The chicks love animals and they love doctor. Man, being an animal doctor must be like a lottery for them

Another message popped up on the screen. It was my old body. He wanted to meet up and talk about what happened. Great. Right on time

I met him at the edge of the town. He was nervously stepping around the car. He then approached me, being scared what might happen to him in my body. I stayed confident. He can't hurt me now. I don't have to do anything. I threatened him, that if he was gonna say anything to anyone, I will find. Not that anyone would believe him. I was almost ready to leave, but then he stopped me

"If you won't fix this, I will reveal everything I did in my body that will ruin your career and drive Alisha away from you"

Fuck. Maybe he does have advantage after all. Or maybe not

"Ok, stay here, I'll go get my phone and we can discuss how to revert this. Ok?" he agreed with me and stayed at his car.

What he didn't expect was that I prepared a dart gun with anesthaethic and shot the dart at him. He screamed in pain, cursed at me, while I just laughed. He stumbled and fell on the ground, still trying to get up

I got over him, enjoying how he was trying to fight the effects.

"Sorry, for that. I might have given you a higher dose. I gotta get used to being a doctor now haha. But before I do anything else to you know this. NO ONE! IS GONNA GET BETWEEN ME AND ALISHA! SHE IS MINE!!!"

The fear in his eyes remained even as his body's heart failed. Atleast he won't bother us anymore. Now, gotta fix everything before my date tonight with Alisha. I am lucky that I already know her and know what to say in advance. I am so excited!

Story submitted in inbox: Would you do a story with an man swapping bodies with the hunky doctor currently dating his ex girlfriend?

[cheriladycl01]

My home country - Pierre Gasly x IcelandicOlympicIceHockey! Reader

Plot: Your boyfriend Pierre watches on as you bring home Gold for team Iceland before you show him around the waterfalls and geysers your country is known for!

A/N: Having been to Iceland, this one was really fun to write as I've done all the things mentioned!

You’d just won gold and we’re on a complete high, your boyfriend being there to celebrate you and your teams win. It was a thrilling feeling having the Gold Medal placed around your neck and hugging all of your team mates who'd been a part of the journey.

You had all worked insanely hard and you'd cried once you realized you won.

The celebrations that night were crazy, you and Pierre spent the whole night in the club with all your friends and some of your family. There were also randoms there who were congratulating you and buying you drinks the whole night - much to Pierre's annoyance as they were mostly men.

But once they offered him a drink too after recognizing him, he didn't feel as peeved.

They day after and you both woke up with the worst hangover imaginable. You laid in bed in the fancy 5 star hotel you were set up in, both complaining about the headache you both had before you sulked down the stairs for the breakfast buffet.

You guys filled yourself on all the greasiest food in attempt to get rid of the hangover.

"Fuck Elskan. I feel awful" you say in Icelandic and Pierre looks at you as if you've grown two heads, not understanding anything but the pet name you use often for him.

"Babe, English or French please... I'm dying here!" he groans.

"Sorry, i revert back when I'm tired!" you smile before taking his hand.

"We have a busy day today!" you smile, excited for the plan you guys have.

"Nooooooo, please I just need a day in bed!" he complains looking over at you.

"You don't want to see my country?" you say with a sad voice, knowing he did as he'd been asking for ages for you to take him across Iceland and show him all the things you did growing up.

"I do!" he whines looking over at you.

"I just - cant we do that tomorrow?" he asks looking over you his sleepy eyes telling you he was struggling a little bit more than he was letting on.

"The fresh air will do you good, come on lets go get ready! It's cold so we need to wrap up warm" you advise grabbing his hand and dragging him out the restaurant.

You both change into warm clothes and waterproof having a little rucksack with you each. You guys had a busy day where you'd be hiking up a glacier and seeing some of the best waterfalls Iceland had to offer before going to swim in the geothermal spa called the Blue Lagoon to round up your day.

"The guys said we might even get to see the northern lights tonight!" you grin excitedly.

"Really?" Pierre asks knowing you'd seen them multiple times in your lifetime but it was something you still got pretty excited about.

You guys were on the tour bus and went straight to the glaciers, you had grippy shoes on, knowing what Iceland was like in the winter but Pierre didn't exactly think that through and when you looked back to where he was, really behind the rest of the group he looked like Bambi.

You couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Pierre, come on here!" you say handing him the walking stick you'd been using. He thanked you before you helped him up, holding one of his hands to try and keep him stable.

You get to the top and Pierre has a red face and watering eyes from the wind at the top unlike you wearing googles and a bandana to cover your mouth and neck to keep the warmth in.

"Why didn't you prepare me better!" he groans looking around at everyone else.

"I told you what to bring!" you giggle. You then start to make the decent down the glacier seeing the top of the gushing waterfall.

"I didn't expect it to be so loud!" Pierre shouts over the really loud water. All you could do was laugh at him before the tour guide started to talk to you in Icelandic about what was coming up next on the tour. Pierre awkwardly waited off to one side not knowing what to do.

"You are really going to enjoy the next bit!" you smile taking his hand and pull him into a searing kiss. His lips were a little chapped from the cold but you didn't mind.

You guys made the drive to the blue lagoon. You split in the changing rooms and Pierre was shocked to be greeted by multiple naked men. It was normal for you and when you met him at the entrance into the water he looked almost traumatised.

"Sorry I should have warned you about what you would have walked into!" you giggle before he shakes his trying to get rid of the images burned into his brain.

You both swim around, going to grab the face scrub at the bar to plaster over you face. You loved coming to the geothermal spa. The sensation of dipping right under the water, feeling the heat warm up your skin before standing up and having the wind whip around your wet skin was a sensation like no other.

"This is very romantic" Pierre smiles, holding you as you both float around clinging to each other.

"Mmmmm I'm glad we've done this. I've been missing home far to much!" you sigh. You'd made the decision to move with Pierre, as it made sense considering he was closer to Alpine and he was travelling for most of the year.

"I'm just scared for tomorrow!" he sighs, knowing it was a day he'd been expecting for a while but it didn't feel real.

"I've told you so many times, my parents will love you. We should have seen them earlier!" you grin, pulling him in for a kiss as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"God I love you!" he exclaims twirling you round in the water.

y/user

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y/user: Just brought home gold for my beautiful country! Iceland 🇮🇸 you are beautiful and I loved showing my boyfriend round!

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pierregasly: I loved spending time with you and congrats on your win ma cherie 🍒

-> y/user: I love you very much

->pierregasly: I love you too 🫶🏼❤️

alpinef1team: Congrats on the win Y/N!

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

After sandwiches, Nancy turns to El. “Could you look for Barb again?”

El sets her mouth and nods. She glances at Steve, who also nods and moves to set up the living room again.

Eddie follows him in and picks up the blindfold. Steve doesn’t try to hide his smirk. “You’ve got questions, I’m guessing?”

Eddie shrugs, leans against the couch. Watches the fabric as he pulls it through his fingers. Right hand, left hand. Right, left. “Mostly thinking I was wrong about you. Even more than I initially thought.”

Steve smiles. “We never got to have this conversation in the future, but I do know what your bandana means.” He stops for a second, watches Eddie’s hands. Right, left. “I’m offering… not an olive branch, per se, but…”

“An invitation?” Right, left.

“Exactly.” He shrugs. “If there’s anything you want to know…” he trails off, lets it hang in the air.

Eddie smiles. “Just one thing.” He holds it up in his left hand. “Who d’you use it on?”

Steve grins and turns away, looking for the remote. “Myself.” His smile falls. “Or- I did. You heard about the Russians, right?”

Eddie steps up beside him. Offers him the blindfold. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

Steve shrugs. “I’d say if I could go back in time, but…” he gestures around with a grin, letting it widen when Eddie chuckles. “Turns out going back in time does nothing for the memories I already have.”

Eddie frowns. “Kinda fucked up, isn’t it? Your body reverted back to its sixteen-year-old self, but your brain is still twenty.”

“I mean, imagine me coming to school one day looking like this, and the next I come in with scars, looking half a decade older. People would talk.”

Eddie hums. “You’re probably right. Still, it can’t be easy, having those mental reminders with none of the physical.”

Steve grins at him. “Did you miss the part where I don’t have concussions?”

Eddie snorts. “Fair enough. Still, I bet the scars looked badass.”

“Very metal,” Steve agrees. “Y’know, if you’d survived? We woulda had matching scars.” He trails a hand down his side. “The bats ripped us both open. Woulda gotten me if you, Robin and Nance hadn’t gotten there when you did. You took on a bat with nothing but an oar from a rowboat.” He turns to look at Eddie. “You told me once, how you’re a coward. How you run.” He shakes his head, looks away. “You didn’t. Not when it mattered. And you won’t this time.”

“Maybe this time we’ll have matching not-scars,” Eddie says, then points at Steve. “And no concussions.”

“And no concussions,” Steve parrots, laughing. “If we have to deal with the Russians again, though? I’m definitely doing something different.”

“We,” Eddie murmurs, shrugging when Steve looks at him. “We’ll do something different. You think any of these kids are gonna leave you alone after this? You think Eleven will leave you alone?”

“I hope not,” Steve answers honestly. “And you? You’re staying?”

Eddie shrugs again. “You said I didn’t run when it mattered. Who’s to say this doesn’t matter just as much? I’m not running.”

Steve smiles softly at him. “You’re a good man, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie levels him with a look. “I sell weed, Steve.”

Steve snorts. “I’m well aware, dude, I’ve bought from you before. If all goes well, I’m planning on buying another.”

Eddie laughs. “Hell, man, if it all goes well, I’ll give it to you, free of charge.”

Steve winks. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says, then leaves Eddie to process while he goes to get El.

Of course wherever El goes, Mike’s not far behind, which means he, Dustin and Lucas follow, and of course Nancy follows, and since everyone else is already in there, Jonathan and Robin follow too, so they all end up crammed in the living room again, with bated breaths and tightly-held hands, as El settles in front of the TV and puts the blindfold on.

Finally, she speaks. “I see her. She is alive.”

Nancy slumps into the couch and lets out a breath.

Then El speaks again. “She does not have very long.”

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[saphflare]

Small hc I have is that players that are the owners or at least the "origin" player of servers can mess not just with the code of their world in modifying weapons or mechanics, but can also cause permanently changes to code within players on the server, including themselves, whether intentional or accidental. And to some extent, this ability transfers to other players designated as admins depending on how much power they are given.

Anyways, so when Rat got flung 7 million blocks out into the world border, he was in so much pain from not dying that he impulsively reached into his own code and disabled the part that allowed him to feel pain. The issue is I imagine normally "modding" is done in a workshop setting that would have like equipment and safeguards against things like this. So he wasn't exactly safely doing it or in a setting that allowed him to experiment carefully like the other mods he done. So while he stopped the pain (aka the damage tilt) and it was useful to not be constantly in agony while getting back, when he tried to revert it after he returned, he realized he didn't really know what he did and it kind of messed up a lot more things than he initially thought it did.

And that basically was Rat damaged most of his sensory abilities, though primarily it was his sense of touch that was messed up, he also found a few other oddities in his sense of taste, sight, and hearing (no sense of hunger, salty things were sweet & vice versa, music did not sound right, etc.) Luckily those last ones weren't too life-threatening necessarily, and I think it would be funny if he could scarf down spicy food without feeling a single thing, while he saw Astronyu and Lux dying over the same dinner he was casually inhaling.

I know nothing about coding and how exactly you might fuck up something that you don't know what happened to the base code stuff. But whatever Rat did he fucked it up good because reasonably he didn't exactly have clarity of mind while doing it. So since this isn't an easy fix, he makes a quick supplementary code to help alert him if he was low on health or hunger. Since he is well aware of why the sensation of pain is needed in ppl as much as he liked not feeling any. While he has some success in creating mimicry modifications to help him bring back or fix some sensations, he hasn't exactly figured out how to bring everything to how it was. And he decided to forgo with coding back his sensory ability to feel pain, since those attempts weren't going well.

But hey, he is surviving for the most part and he has people looking out for him :)

I like to imagine this also inspired him to look into messing with internal player coding, which culminated in the Defile (aka becoming ink blob stuff) mod.

===

Slight bonus round

(also TW for self-neglect/harm)

Rat is terrible at taking care of himself even before this incident and he is kinda worse off after the 7 million block incident. But Lux and Astronyu find ways to help make sure he is listening to his supplementary reminders and you know taking care of himself. Until of course, Lux is dead and, more often than not, Rat just stops trying. Stops listening to Astronyu trying to help and often lets himself die to respawn. It's more efficient that way and well it isn't like he feels pain, he just locks himself in his room or workshop and sets his respawn there whenever he needs to just keep himself there. And at least, he keeps himself busy in there alone, and it is okay, as long as he ignores the sad way Astronyu looks at him each time he comes out after locking himself away for so long.

He is living in some way, at least.

[muiitoloko]

The Judge

Summary: He was the Judge.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cruelty, foul language, pregnancy, Smut, Pregnant sex, fluffy.

Author's Note: In this sequel, the perspective shifts mainly to Turpin's point of view, but it occasionally alternates between the reader's perspective and Turpin's. And as mentioned in the first chapter, Turpin is portrayed as somewhat softer in this story. While he still maintains his intimidating demeanor, there is a part of him that cares for the reader, even if he is reluctant to admit it.

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth and Ninth part here.

You entered the room, feeling exhausted after a long day, and your gaze landed on your husband, who was sitting on the bed, engrossed in a book. He looked so ordinary and handsome at that moment, with his glasses perched on his nose as he read, the white shirt open revealing a bit of his chest, that it was impossible not to admire him for a moment.

But as you took a step closer, the pain in your feet became almost unbearable, and you found yourself sinking into the mattress, half lying with your back against the headboard of the bed. The weight of your unborn child still felt heavy, adding to your exhaustion.

Turpin looked up from the book, furrowing his brow in concern as he noticed your discomfort. "What's wrong?" he asked, his tone softer than usual.

You hesitated, feeling a bit shy to admit, "My feet are hurting."

To your surprise, Turpin immediately set aside the book and glasses before getting out of bed, sitting beside you. He gently placed your feet in his lap, his hands skillfully untying your shoes and checking for signs of injury on the swollen feet.

Feeling embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment, you tried to pull your feet away from his lap, but Turpin's piercing gaze and the gruff command to stay still froze you in place.

You felt a mix of confusion and fear as Turpin examined your feet. Then, to your surprise, he began massaging one of them, his touch surprisingly gentle and soothing.

But when you squirmed and let out a giggle from the ticklish sensation, he abruptly stopped, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

Feeling a blush rise to your cheeks, you explained, "I'm sorry, my feet are too ticklish."

Turpin's gaze softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he reached for your other foot. "Don't apologize," he murmured, his voice surprisingly tender. "I don't mind."

And as he resumed the massage, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected kindness and warmth of your husband's touch. Despite his reputation as a stern and imposing figure, there was a softer side to him that you had never seen before.

What you found very strange, you couldn't understand why your husband, a man known for his cruelty and indifference, suddenly showed such unexpected kindness towards you. It wasn't like him to be so attentive, so caring, especially when it came to your well-being.

You then questioned him, asking if he was feeling unwell, but before you could insist further, Turpin's expression turned sour, his behavior reverting to his usual coldness. He dropped your feet abruptly, making you flinch at the sudden change in his demeanor.

"I'm not 'unwell'," he growled, his voice filled with annoyance. "I was just trying to stop your annoying whining about your swollen feet."

You bit your lip, feeling a pang of guilt for upsetting him. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice almost inaudible.

But your husband paid no attention to your apology, his gaze hardening as he rose from the bed. "Get up and undress," he ordered, his tone commanding and authoritative. "I want to fuck you tonight."

You obeyed, although it took you a moment to compose yourself and get up from the bed, your swollen belly making the movements more difficult than usual. Turpin watched you impatiently, his eyes burning with desire as he waited for you to comply with his demands while he himself removed his pants and underwear, kicking them aside before lying on the bed, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of anticipation coursing through his body. His desire for you burned hot and fierce, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.

Meanwhile, you finished undressing, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering in the pit of your stomach. Your swollen belly made movement more difficult, but you pushed through, determined to please Turpin and satisfy his desires.

As you approached the bed, Turpin waved you over, his gaze dark with desire as he watched you with hungry eyes. With a trembling breath, you straddled him, positioning yourself carefully as you impaled yourself on him.

He groaned as he felt your tightness enveloping him, his breath catching in his throat as you took him deep inside you. The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming him with a wave of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Your weight pressed him into the mattress, your pregnant form adding an extra layer of intensity to the encounter. Turpin let out a low grunt of satisfaction, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he let you set the pace.

And you did, moving your hips in a slow, rhythmic motion that drove him crazy with desire. Turpin's gaze remained on your bouncing breasts, his mouth watered at the sight, he wanted to squeeze them but he knew your breasts were sore, you always complained about that when you thought Turpin wasn't listening, so he held back.

As you rocked your hips against his, the bed creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with the soft moans escaping your lips. Turpin's hands roamed your body, avoiding touching your breasts to avoid hurting them, something you didn't notice, as he guided you with specialized precision.

"Harder," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you."

You eagerly complied, picking up the pace as you rocked against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Turpin's grip on your hips tightened, his nails digging into your skin as he urged you on.

"Yes, just like that," he groaned, his breath becoming ragged as he lost himself in the pleasure of your touch. "Just like that."

But suddenly you hesitated, feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over you as you averted your gaze from Turpin. His forehead furrowed in confusion and he grunted, questioning what was wrong. You stammered, struggling to find words to explain, before finally admitting that you were tired - that the weight of your heavy belly was making your movements difficult.

Expecting your husband to lash out in anger, you braced yourself for the inevitable reaction. But to your surprise, he surprised you, taking your hand and kissing your fingers tenderly. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You don't have to strain yourself. I'll take care of everything."

You looked at him with surprise, a spark of warmth blossoming inside you at his unexpected kindness. It was moments like these that made you wonder if there was more to your husband than met the eye, if beneath his cold exterior there was a heart capable of love and compassion.

His expression softened as he looked at you, his eyes full of a tenderness you had never seen before. "Let me do all the work now," he offered, his voice a comforting murmur. "Just relax and enjoy."

With that, Turpin rose from the bed, gently spinning you both so that he was on top now. You watched him with a mixture of admiration and anticipation as he positioned himself between your legs, his touch surprisingly gentle as he caressed your swollen belly.

And as he began to move with slow, deliberate motions, you allowed yourself to surrender to the pleasure of his touch, losing yourself in the warmth of his embrace. Despite the darkness that surrounded the two of you, in that moment, there was only the two of you, bound by the fragile thread of shared desire and longing.

As Turpin's movements grew more intense, you clung to him desperately, digging your nails into his back as you sought release. He rested one arm near your head, his movements still rhythmic and controlled as he continued to gaze at the swollen belly where the unborn child lay. A flicker of uncertainty crossed his features as he pondered aloud, "Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"

Instead of responding immediately, you hesitated, a slight furrow marring your features as you questioned, "What do you want it to be?"

Turpin didn't hesitate, gripping the sheets tighter beside your head as he stated with conviction, "A boy. I need a boy."

His words hung heavily in the air, laden with the weight of his expectations and desires. You couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort at his unwavering insistence on the child's gender.

"Why does it have to be a boy?" you ventured cautiously, your voice almost a whisper.

Turpin's gaze turned steely, his jaw tightening as he replied, "I need a legitimate heir to continue my lineage. I don't need girls, just boys."

The coldness in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, a stark reminder of the relentless determination he hid beneath his composed exterior. Turpin was a man driven by ambition and power, willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals.

As he tightened his grip on the sheets even further, his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made you feel small and insignificant. "Have a boy," he commanded, his voice fulled with the authority of a judge. "I won't accept anything else. Girls are useless to me."

The weight of his expectations pressed down on you, suffocating and oppressive. You knew your husband was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted and would stop at nothing to ensure his desires were fulfilled.

But as he continued to ramble about his desire for a male heir, his words dripping with disdain for girls, you felt a wave of courage welling up within you. With a sudden burst of determination, you reached out and grasped his face, forcing him to look at you.

"You're wrong," you stated firmly, your voice steady despite your racing heart. "Girls are not useless. And I don't care if our baby is a girl or a boy."

Turpin frowned angrily at your defiance, furrowing his brows in frustration at your challenge. How dare you contradict him? He reached for your hand resting on his cheek with the intention of pushing it away, but halted as you suddenly gazed deeply into him, your face softening as you suddenly remarked how beautiful his eyes were, the shade of brown the most beautiful you had ever seen.

Turpin froze at your unexpected praise, his anger momentarily forgotten as he looked at you in disbelief. His eyes, usually cold and distant, softened at your words, a glimmer of vulnerability shining in his features.

"Really?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, almost hesitant.

You nodded, a warm smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Absolutely," you replied, reaching out your other hand to gently trace the contours of his face with the tips of your fingers. "And you know what else I think?"

Turpin's heart quickened with anticipation as he waited for your response, his gaze locked on yours in a moment of shared intimacy.

"I also think your nose is beautiful," you continued, your voice full of sincerity. "It's big and strong, just like you. And I like that."

Turpin was stunned by your words, his mind flashing back to the days of his childhood when his peers mercilessly teased him because of his prominent nose. He had always been ashamed of it, seeing it as a flaw that marked him as different from others.

But your words touched something deep within him, a long-buried feeling of self-worth and acceptance. For the first time in his life, someone saw beauty in the feature that had plagued him with insecurities for so long.

"You... you think my nose is beautiful?" Turpin repeated, his voice almost a whisper, his disbelief evident in his expression.

You nodded, your eyes shining with sincerity as you affirmed, "Yes, I do. It's a part of what makes you who you are, and I wouldn't change it for anything."

Turpin's heart swelled with emotion at your words, a sense of warmth flooding him as he realized that you accepted him, flaws and all. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him, a glimpse of the man beneath the facade of power and authority.

You continued, taking Turpin's hand and pressing it against your belly, feeling the warmth of his touch against your skin. "This baby," you said softly, "will be a part of us both. It will carry a piece of you and a piece of me, and it will be beautiful, regardless of its gender."

Turpin's eyes softened as he looked down at your belly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin. "Yes," he murmured, his voice almost a whisper. "Our child will be beautiful, just like its mother."

You smiled at his words, feeling a wave of warmth flooding you with his unexpected tenderness. "And maybe," you teased playfully, "the baby will have your eyes, or your nose. Or perhaps it will be big and strong like its father."

Turpin chuckled softly at your teasing, his eyes shining with affection as he added, "Or delicate and small like its mother."

You grin at his response, feeling a sense of happiness blooming within you at the thought of the life growing inside you. "Promise me," you say, your voice serious now, "that you will love our baby, no matter what."

Turpin's expression softened as he met your gaze, his eyes full of sincerity as he replied, "I... I promise. I will love our child with all my heart, whether it's a boy or a girl."

You smiled at his words, feeling a sense of relief washing over you with his sincere promise. "Thank you," you whispered, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips.

Turpin eagerly returned the kiss, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace as he whispered against your lips, "As long as our baby has your smile, I will love him with all my heart. Nothing else matters."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of your partner, you felt a sense of peace washing over you. Despite the uncertainties and challenges that lay ahead, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything that came your way. And for now, that was all that truly mattered.

Days later, things seemed relatively calm between you and Judge Turpin. His usual growls and cruelty were noticeably absent, and you felt strangely drawn to this new gentle side of your husband. Intrigued by the change in his behavior, you decided to visit him at the courthouse that day.

As you entered his office, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness creeping over you. You had never been in a courtroom before, and the imposing atmosphere made you feel out of place. But you pushed aside your apprehensions, determined to see your husband in his workplace.

However, your presence seemed to infuriate Turpin. His forehead creased with anger as he looked at you from behind his desk, his dark eyes full of suspicion. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.

You hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt at having angered him. "I... I missed you," you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Turpin froze at your words, his anger momentarily forgotten as he stared at you in disbelief. His eyes softened with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability, a flicker of emotion crossing his features.

"You missed me?" he repeated, his voice almost a whisper, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

You nodded, a faint blush coloring your cheeks as you confessed, "Yes, I missed you. I wanted to see you, to be near you."

His expression softened at your words, a sense of warmth flooding over him as he realized that you sought him out because you missed him. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him, a glimpse of the man beneath the facade of power and authority.

But as quickly as it came, Turpin's anger returned, his features hardening as he shook his head, frustrated. "You shouldn't have come here," he growled, his voice filled with annoyance. "It's not safe for you to be out on the streets, especially in your condition."

You bit your lip, feeling a twinge of guilt for having upset him. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice almost inaudible.

But he paid no attention to your apology; instead, he gestured for you to come closer, his gaze full of a dark intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Since you're here," he murmured softly, "I might as well make good use of it."

Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to decipher his enigmatic words. But before you could question him further, Turpin abruptly tossed aside his judge's wig and began to undo his robe with a sense of urgency.

You watched in stunned silence as Turpin revealed himself, his demeanor shifting from stern judge to something altogether more primal and authoritative. The sight of his exposed flesh sent a wave of heat through you, awakening something deep within you that you couldn't quite comprehend.

But when Turpin noticed that you were still standing there, frozen in place by the sudden turn of events, he impatiently growled, ordering you to obey. Without hesitation, you dropped to your knees as he commanded, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared for what was to come.

And as he continued to undress, revealing his half-hard penis, a surge of anticipation coursed through you. You knew exactly what he wanted, and you were more than willing to comply with his desires.

He reached out, cupping your chin and guiding your mouth towards him, his touch surprisingly gentle as he pushed his member past your lips. You relaxed your throat and jaw, as Turpin had taught you, allowing him to use your mouth as he pleased.

Turpin threw his head back in ecstasy, his groans filling the room as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into your mouth. The sound of his balls slapping against your chin with each movement only fueled his desire further, spurring him on to greater heights of pleasure.

You gripped his legs for support, steadying yourself as he used you for his own satisfaction. His hands held your head in place, controlling the pace and intensity of his thrusts as he lost himself in the pleasure of your mouth.

"Mmm, yes," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "That's it, my dear. Suck me like the obedient little whore you are."

His words sent a shiver of excitement coursing through you, fueling your own arousal as you eagerly fulfilled his demands. You bobbed your head up and down on his shaft, taking him deeper with each pass, eager to please him and satisfy his desires.

But then the sudden creak of the office door opening caused a brief moment of interruption. However, Turpin didn't even bother to stop or open his eyes, focusing only on the pleasure he was receiving.

"S-sorry to interrupt, sir," Beadle's voice sounded, hesitantly entering the room. "But the next case is about to begin. We should head to the courtroom."

Turpin's forehead furrowed with annoyance at the interruption, his patience wearing thin. "I'm busy, Beadle," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "Tell them to wait."

"But sir,," Beadle persisted, his tone filled with urgency. "the court has already been delayed once this week. We cannot afford to postpone proceedings any further."

Turpin's eyes flashed with anger, his grip tightening on your head as he shot Beadle a warning glare. "I said I'm busy," he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "Do not dare question me, Beadle, or the next to be hanged will be you!"

Beadle recoiled at Turpin's outburst, fear evident in his eyes as he backed away from the judge. "Y-yes, sir," he stammered, his voice trembling with apprehension. "I... I'll inform them that the case will be delayed."

Turpin nodded in satisfaction, his attention returning to you as Beadle hastily exited, leaving the two of you alone once again. "That's better," Turpin murmured, his tone softening slightly as he resumed his previous activities. "Now, where were we? Ah yes... Mmm."

He resumed his thrusts, though more slowly now, savoring the sensation of being enveloped by your warmth. With his eyes half-closed, he took in the sight of you, your lips wrapped around him, your cleavage on display in the low-cut dress you were wearing. Despite his anger and frustration moments ago, he couldn't deny the intoxicating allure you held over him in this moment.

Turpin stroked your head gently, his touch surprisingly tender as he announced that he was about to climax. "Take every drop of me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

You obeyed without hesitation, eager to please him and satisfy his desires. As he released into your mouth, you eagerly took him in, swallowing every drop of him as he moaned in pleasure.

His grip tightened on your head, keeping you still for a moment longer before finally releasing you. With a satisfied sigh, he carefully lifted you up, one hand protectively supporting your belly to bear the weight of your unborn child.

Setting you down gently in his chair, Turpin began to redress himself, the familiar weight of the judge's robe settling over his shoulders once more. He turned away from you, pretending not to notice as you rifled through his belongings.

But when he turned back to look, he couldn't help but notice the sight that greeted him. You were wearing his judge's wig, which he had discarded earlier, the ridiculous contraption nearly swallowing your head in a comical fashion. He suppressed a smile at the sight of the wig looking utterly absurd on you. But he knew he couldn't let you off so easily, not after you had disobeyed his orders and ventured off on your own.

His expression hardened as he pretended to be angry, his voice cold and authoritative as he spoke. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his eyes gleaming with disapproval.

You blushed furiously, realizing that you had been caught red-handed. "I... I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice trembling with embarrassment. "I was just... curious."

He reached out and took the wig back from you, his movements precise and controlled. Suppressing his amusement at the sight of you in the ridiculous contraption, he put the wig back on his own head with a sense of authority, straightening it out with meticulous care.

"That wig is not a toy," he chastised, his voice cold and authoritative. "It is an important symbol of my position and authority. You should treat it with respect."

Though he hated the wig, inwardly thinking it ridiculous, Turpin maintained his stern facade as he spoke. "I trust you understand," he added, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nodded meekly, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over you at having been caught playing with something that clearly held significance for Turpin. "Yes, I understand," you murmured, your cheeks burning with shame.

Turpin's expression softened slightly at your contrite response, though he made no effort to show it. Instead, he informed you that he would send one of the police officers to accompany you back to the carriage and home, ensuring your safety.

Taking your hand in his, Turpin led you out of the office, his grip firm and reassuring. He waved to one of the police officers, instructing him to take you safely home.

The policeman complied, offering you his arm and leading you away from Turpin's office. As you disappeared from sight with the policeman, Turpin allowed himself a small smile, the memory of you in his wig bringing a hint of amusement to his otherwise stern countenance.

It was a ridiculous sight, to be sure, but perhaps someday he would let you put on the wig again, just for a few good laughs. For now, though, there were more pressing matters at hand.

Turpin walked towards the courtroom, his expression turning cold as he climbed into his chair. "Bring forth the accused," he commanded, his voice ringing with authority.

As the defendant was brought before him, Turpin's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "You stand accused of theft and fraud," he declared, his voice cold and unforgiving. "How do you plead?"

The next day, Judge decided to take a well-deserved day off. He instructed everyone, including you, to leave him alone and retreated to his office, seeking solitude amidst the chaos of his daily life. As he settled into his chair, he poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the sunlight that streamed through the window.

Turpin lit a cigar, the smoke curling around him as he leaned back in his chair, the stress of his responsibilities melting away with each puff. He immersed himself in the stack of court documents that awaited his attention, his brow furrowing in concentration as he reviewed case after case.

But as the afternoon wore on, Turpin found himself growing restless. Despite his best efforts to relax, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He took another drag from his cigar, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue as he pondered his next move.

Suddenly, the sound of the office door slamming open startled him out of his reverie. Turpin's eyes narrowed with irritation as he glanced up, ready to reprimand whoever had dared to interrupt his solitude.

But his anger melted away in an instant as he caught sight of you, your pregnant form waddling into the room with a notebook clutched tightly in your hands. There was a spark of excitement in your eyes, and Turpin couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity at your unexpected appearance.

"What do you want?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly, though there was a hint of warmth beneath the rough exterior.

You practically shoved the notebook in his face, your words tumbling out in a rush of excitement. "Look, look!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with enthusiasm. "I managed to write your name all by myself!"

Turpin raised an eyebrow in surprise, his gaze flicking down to the notebook in your hands. He noticed your uneven handwriting, the letters scrawled across the page with a shaky hand. But despite its imperfections, there was a sense of pride shining in your eyes, and Turpin couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion at the sight.

He leaned forward, squinting at the page as he read the name written there: "Richard Tupin." But as his eyes lingered on the misspelled name, he couldn't help but notice that the letter "R" was missing from "Turpin."

He pointed it out, his tone relentless as he questioned your mistake. "You forgot the 'R,'" he stated, his voice gruff with disapproval.

You withered under his scrutiny, your excitement fading as you realized your error. Turpin watched you closely, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience at the sight of your crestfallen expression.

But before he could dwell on it further, he found himself trying to cheer you up, his words stumbling out in an awkward attempt to ease your disappointment. "The rest is right," he muttered, his voice softer now. "You just forgot the 'R.' It's not a big deal."

But you remained sad, your shoulders slumping as you stared down at the floor. Turpin hesitated, unsure of what to do next, before finally blurting out, "You did good."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. And he watched as your eyes lit up like a lamp, a wide smile spreading across your face at his unexpected praise.

Turpin relaxed slightly at the sight, a sense of warmth flooding through him at the realization that he had managed to make you happy. But of course, he couldn't let you see his softer side so easily.

He straightened up in his chair, adopting a stern expression as he pretended to be mad at you. "But don't let it happen again," he admonished, in a stern tone.

You nodded eagerly, your smile still in place as you thanked him profusely for his kind words. Turpin waved you off dismissively, though a small part of him couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having made you smile.

He stubbed out his cigar, knowing that the smoke was harmful to pregnant women. He motioned for you to come sit on his lap, and you did so, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort as he wrapped his arms around you. Turpin held you close, his touch surprisingly gentle as he took his pen and instructed you to write his name again in the notebook.

You nodded eagerly, eager to please him and prove that you could do better this time. As you picked up the pen, you felt a surge of determination coursing through you, determined to make him proud.

You focused intently on the task at hand, your tongue poking out in concentration as you carefully formed each letter. Turpin watched you closely, his gaze softening as he observed your efforts.

As you finished writing, you handed the notebook back to Turpin, a sense of pride swelling within you at your accomplishment. He examined your work closely, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he noticed that you hadn't forgotten the letter "R" this time. But as he looked closer, he shook his head in mock disappointment.

"You forgot something," he teased, his voice filled with amusement.

You looked at him curiously, unsure of what he meant. Turpin brushed a lock of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and reassuring as he explained, "My full name is actually Richard William Turpin."

You gasped in surprise, your eyes widening in astonishment. "William?" you repeated, your voice filled with curiosity.

Turpin nodded, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he explained further. "Yes, William," he confirmed, his tone soft and affectionate. "It's a family name, passed down through the generations."

You listened intently as Turpin shared this piece of personal information with you, feeling a sense of warmth blooming within you at the intimacy of the moment. Despite his reputation as a stern and imposing figure, there was a softer side to him that you found yourself drawn to.

Turpin leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Now you know my secret. Will you keep it safe for me?"

You nodded eagerly, a smile spreading across your face as you leaned into his touch. "Of course, William," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "Your secret is safe with me."

Turpin smiled at your words, a sense of contentment washing over him at the realization that he could trust you with his innermost thoughts and feelings. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of your embrace, he felt a sense of peace that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

And as the two of you sat there together, lost in each other's arms, Turpin couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future. Despite the darkness that surrounded him, there was light to be found in your love, illuminating even the darkest corners of his soul.

Later that night Turpin gently woke in the dead of night, the darkness enveloping his opulent bedroom like a shroud. Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to understand why he had been roused from his slumber.

Soft sighs and muted moans echoed through the room, drawing his attention to your form beside him. His eyes narrowed as he watched you squirming, your face contorted in pleasure, a hand hidden beneath your nightgown, exploring forbidden territory.

Turpin's blood ran cold as the realization dawned on him. How dare you? How dare you indulge in such lewd behavior without his permission? Your body belonged to him and him alone, and the thought of you pleasuring yourself without his consent filled him with a white-hot rage.

Turpin stood up in bed, his towering form casting a menacing shadow over you as he loomed above. The sudden movement alerted you, and you opened your eyes, freezing in fear as you saw the fury burning in his gaze.

"Filthy whore," Turpin spat, his baritone voice dripping with disdain. "How dare you?"

Your heart raced as he grabbed your wrist, his grip like a vice as he pulled your hand away from your own body. You winced at the pain, tears welling up in your eyes as you trembled under his furious gaze.

"I-I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I just didn't want to disturb your sleep..."

Turpin's expression softened slightly at your apology, but his anger still simmered beneath the surface. "You know better than to touch yourself without my permission," he growled, his tone unforgiving. "You are mine, and your body belongs to me."

You nodded frantically, tears streaming down your cheeks as you begged for forgiveness. "I know, I know," you sobbed, your voice choked with emotion. "Please, I'm sorry..."

But Turpin didn't seem satisfied with your apology. He continued to berate you, calling you a depraved whore as you cowered before him. Your heart sank as his words cut through you like a knife, leaving you feeling small and insignificant in his presence.

"Shut up," he snapped, cutting off your pleas for mercy. "If that's what you wanted, then that's what you'll get."

With a rough motion, Turpin released your wrist, leaving you shaking with fear as you watched him. But instead of lashing out further, he surprised you by spreading your legs wide, exposing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.

You moaned softly as he took in your intoxicating scent, his tongue darting out to taste you. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself up to him willingly.

Turpin kept tasting you, his tongue tracing delicate patterns along your inner thighs as he savored your sweetness. It was rare for him to indulge in such acts of intimacy, but there was something different about you tonight, something that drew him in despite his anger. And he couldn't help but notice how much sweeter you seemed since the last time he had tasted you. Perhaps it was because of the pregnancy, he mused, a surge of desire coursing through you as a result of the changes happening within your body.

But despite the pleasure he found in your taste, Turpin couldn't shake the anger that simmered beneath the surface. He left marks on your thighs, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh as he marked you as his own.

You moaned in response to his ministrations, your cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of his name on your lips. "Ooh Richard," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "Nhh– please..."

Turpin's grip tightened on your thighs, his touch possessive as he claimed you as his own. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice rough with desire. "You like it when I mark you as mine."

You nodded frantically, your hips bucking against his mouth as you sought more of his touch. "Yes, yes," you whimpered, your voice pleading. "I'm yours, Richard. Only yours."

Turpin smirked at your admission, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at the sight of you submitting to him so completely. But even as he continued to indulge in his desires, the anger still lingered in the back of his mind, a reminder of your disobedience.

"You're a depraved little whore," he muttered, his words filled with contempt. "But perhaps it's just the pregnancy talking."

Suddenly he took your hand and pressed it against your pussy, his touch possessive as he guided your movements.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see you pleasuring yourself, just like you were before."

You blushed furiously at his words, feeling a sense of embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment. But Turpin didn't accept your hesitation, his gaze piercing as he watched you intently.

"Don't you dare be embarrassed," he growled, his tone firm and uncompromising. "You were touching yourself right there while I slept, weren't you? Now do as I say and touch yourself for me."

You nodded reluctantly, your cheeks burning with shame as you obeyed his commands. You tentatively circled your clit with your fingers, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through you at the intimate contact.

But Turpin wasn't satisfied with your hesitant touches. He instructed you on what to do, his eyes fixed on you with unwavering intensity as he guided your movements.

"Stick a finger inside you," he ordered, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you pleasuring yourself properly."

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a sense of emptiness as you complied with his demands. But as Turpin watched you, his gaze unwavering, you felt a surge of arousal coursing through you, driving you to obey his every command.

With trembling fingers, you slid a finger inside you, moaning softly at the sensation. Turpin's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at the sight of you submitting to him so completely.

But as you continued to touch yourself, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered within you. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next, before finally summoning the courage to speak.

"Judge," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I want more."

Turpin's eyes widened in surprise at your words, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at you. He had never heard you address him by his title in the bedroom before, and the unexpected gesture sent a surge of arousal coursing through him.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me, my dear."

You swallowed nervously, feeling a sense of anticipation building within you. "I want... I want your fingers inside me," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Turpin said nothing in response, his eyes fixed on you as he considered your request. But when he finally spoke, his voice was filled with promise.

"As you wish," he murmured, his tone filled with desire. "Lie back and let me take care of you."

You obeyed without hesitation, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Turpin to fulfill your desires. With a sense of anticipation, you spread your legs wide, offering yourself up to him willingly.

Turpin leaned in closer, his touch gentle and reassuring as he slid his fingers inside you. You moaned softly at the sensation, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through you at his intimate touch. As he continued to pleasure you, his movements skilled and deliberate, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the ecstasy of the moment. With each thrust of his fingers, you felt yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of release, the pleasure building within you like a fire waiting to consume you.

"Richard," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "Oh, yes, please... More..."

Turpin's lips curved into a satisfied smile at the sound of his name on your lips. With renewed determination, he leaned against you, careful not to put pressure on your pregnant belly. His hooked nose brushed against your cheek as he whispered in your ear, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Call me judge," he commanded, his tone low and commanding. "Call me Judge Turpin."

You obeyed without hesitation, the words tumbling from your lips in a breathless whisper. "Judge... Turpin," you moaned, the name rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

Turpin's lips curled into a satisfied smile at the sound of his title on your lips. He delighted in the way you obeyed him, the way you surrendered to his desires without question. In that moment, you were his to command, his to please, his to control.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, let me hear you moan for me."

You obliged eagerly, your moans filling the room as Turpin continued to pleasure you with his skilled touch. Each sound you made only spurred him on further, driving him to push you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Oh, yes," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "Mmm, harder, please..."

Turpin obliged without hesitation, his movements becoming more urgent as he worked to bring you to the peak of pleasure. With each thrust of his fingers, he felt your body respond, the tension building within you like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"That's it, my dear," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me. Give in to the pleasure."

And with a final, desperate cry, you did just that, your body shuddering with ecstasy as you succumbed to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Turpin watched you with a sense of satisfaction, his own desire burning hot within him as he reveled in the sight of you surrendering to him completely.

As the two of you stood there, lost in the aftermath of passion, Turpin couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness wash over him. You were his wife, his property, under his control. And as long as you were with him, he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side, even if it meant resorting to illegal methods, he could do that because after all he was The Judge.

[thatcatsalem]

Sorcerer!Sukuna NS*FW Alphabet

Sukuna x OC (Yuri)

For the posts that are in the format of headcanons and such, “you” will be used as a method of storytelling. Outside of those, the main story will revert back to third person.

A = Aftercare

Usually just grabs you and throws both of you in a shower to get clean. He doesn’t like the feeling of dried cum on his skin, but he will happily fool around in the shower as well.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his back and arms, and often flexes his biceps. He also quite enjoys his thighs because you look so vulnerable between them, sucking his cock.

On you, it is your ass. He will constantly have his arms on your bottom, whether it just by grabbing it, stroking it or slapping it. He likes your stomach and hips, it is his favourite place to cum and he will grab onto your sides if you try and squiggle away.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It tastes a bit tangy, with citrusy bitterness to it. He cums loads during the first round, and often doesn’t have much control on where it goes. He doesn’t like the feeling of dried cum on his skin so when he jerks off, he either aims away from himself or just does it in the shower.

As per you, he loves cumming on your ass or stomach, but also enjoys seeing you trying to swallow it all. He finds a weird sense of pride seeing his cum leaking from your cunt, and will always attempt to show it back.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really enjoys being fingered during oral sex but would rather choke on his own tongue than confess that. You only discovered that because you decided to boss him around in bed and lapped on his ass with vigour whilst fisting his cock. Sukuna came so much that he had to deep clean the bed with a steamer; it soaked through covers and mattress protector.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He had his fair share of hook ups and a couple of beneficial relationships. He has slept with a few of his sorcerer colleagues, both women and men, but never has been one for relationship.

Only with you did he get to truly experiment with his skills, and hone it out so well that he was now able to make you cum with a few flicks of his tongue if they mood is set right.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Mating press. It’s deep, it’s close, it’s fucking hot and he gets to look you in the eyes when he is rearranging your guts. He loves fucking you during your period because you are so much more sensitive and your cervix is practically weeping for him to soak it.

He likes the feeling of your ankles pressing against his shoulders and will growl so loud it will practically make you cum right there. His balls will smack against your skin, ass juggling with each trust, and your moans only will spiral him into madness. It’s difficult for you to concentrate on anything, pinned under him like an animal with a feral beast of a man mounting you, snaked protectively over your body with his cock buried as deep as possible.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He doesn’t have much time for jokes but he will laugh if you get desperate and start begging him. He will tease and outright bully you playfully but won’t break the spell of intimate sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself well groomed, with dark happy trail and has piercing on his cock that he definitely regrets as an adult but doesn’t take off because it makes you feel absolutely otherworldly when it rubs against you g-spot. First time it happened, you squirted all over his hips and then some more.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Depends on the mood, really. Sometimes he will be quite intimate and sometimes it will be so urgent and rough that there will be no room for romance.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t like the feeling of dried cum on his skin so when he jerks off, he either aims away from himself or just does it in the shower.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking. Choke him, let him choke you. Squeeze his windpipe, let him cover your mouth whilst you cumming and cut off your air supply.

He is also incredibly proficient in art of Shibari, so he will not just tie you up, but will hang you upside down, spread and ready for him to feast on you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Balconies, roofs, windowsills - he likes the thrill of being in a public space yet too far away from prying eyes. He will press you against a window, fully dressed, and will finger you so tortuously that you will have to beg him to let you cum.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is a man, most things will turn him on. He does get particularly rowdy every time you will be fighting against someone, smooth and deadly, and will immediately will need to fuck you against nearest surface. Power turns him on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sukuna doesn’t share. Under no circumstances will he even entertain an idea of cuckholding or threesome, the only thought of it makes his blood boil. He will quite literally slice anyone who will look at you funny.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Either, really. He doesn’t think there needs to be a favourite between two, and will always happily partake in 69-ing. He will double his efforts in order to make you break first, and will buck his hips further down your throat to make you choke on his cock as you are cumming in his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sukuna has to be in a peculiar mood to be slow and sensual, and usually prefers sex to be quite rough and fast. He doesn’t particularly like the idea of fucking for hours on end and finishes his rounds fairly fast, but is ready for another session not much later if not straight away.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes them; but in his mind a quickie should be done in semi-public setting, like a car or utility closet. Otherwise, you might as well enjoy the experience.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sukuna is all about experimenting; but he will need his partner enthusiastic consent or he ain’t doing it. He is not dealing with someone’s teats that aren’t from pleasure. He doesn’t find the idea of hysterics attractive, so he uses strict green, amber and red rule in the bedroom.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Doesn’t last very point but can go as many as physically possible rounds a day. His personal record with you is eight in a row, with only a small break for lunch.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does have toys and enjoys using them on both himself and you. He will not be opposed of you using them on him, and he will demonstrate the variety of his collectibles that ranges between stunning crystal butt plugs and expensive ropes he uses to tie you up to his cat o’nine tails and collars for you to wear.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You might as well just give up, because this man will tease you until your eyes are rolling, thighs are trembling, and until you can only choke on your own saliva instead of any witty comments.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is not necessarily vocal, but he does moan and grunt in restrained manner, and you will do anything in your arsenal to make him whine. He does it so reluctantly and with defeated growl that it straight up makes your cunt clench.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

In this universe, Sukuna is bisexual. He tends to date and sleep with women, but he has had sex with men, even if he never dated any (he didn’t really date anyone other than you… no one had the patience…). It wasn’t a common occurrence in his life and it doesn’t really poses an opportunity due to his dating life, but he will never say no to you eating his ass out and making him cum from you pressing onto his prostrate.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is above average, but not incredibly long - it’s mostly his girth that makes you lose your shit. He will reach your cervix through a specific angle and make you whine and cry but it’s the stretch of your walls accommodating him each time that makes it truly unforgettable. He has a piercing on his cockhead and two rings of tattoos around his base. He is well groomed but doesn’t really shave that often.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Quite high but he can go for a week or so without much need for sex - to the point that it won’t even cross his mind to initiate anything unless he it is instigated; he is that constantly tired. Before you, his hook ups were mostly a weekly occurrence, but nowadays are a more frequent engagement.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately - this man is tired and will need a short nap straight away. So it is either shower or sleep. Or both.

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[souperbloom]

strip. [A.I.]

you know i had to do it to em. i know we were all thinking it. ur welcome.

Ashton’s been hard at work on his upcoming album, and you want to let him know you’re still his biggest fan.

a/n: this was lowkey so rushed but idc i needed to get it out of my system.

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex (yeehaw), biting (???).

WORDCOUNT: 3.1k

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"Ash, food! Come and get it!"

It had been days since you last saw your boyfriend.

Okay, maybe not days. But it had definitely been more than a few hours since the last time since he had actually spoken to you.

Despite time passing, all of your days had been meshing into one; since they all started and ended the same.

Ashton wakes up; eons earlier than you have ever dreamed to. He kisses you on the forehead, stirring you slightly awake from your REM sleep. He then goes downstairs to make himself a coffee, washes the single mug he dirtied and after all’s said and done; he’s off to the home studio for the unforeseeable future.

You would love if he had, just once, let you do all of the things you still adore doing for him. Like making him breakfast, or playing music from your joint Spotify playlist while you tend to the houseplants and he jots lyrics down in his tattered up notebook.

But things have changed since the beginning stages of the album-making process. There were no more laid back days; no more idea bouncing sessions with his mates or trips to Mars on your outdoor patio after sharing a joint or two. It was all just work, work, work.

If you were more honest with yourself, you’d tell him it annoyed you.

But you loved him too damn much to care.

"Ashton! Dinner!"

You try your luck again at shouting to him, but eventually realize that the sound barrier between the kitchen upstairs and the studio downstairs was far too widespread for him to hear you.

With a disgruntled huff, you grab his dinner plate, and trot your way down the stairs into the abyss, as you so lovingly nicknamed it.

"Ash, dinner’s ready," You start your sentence before you round the corner and hop down the last few steps, making sure not to drop the plate of piping hot food. But when you enter the studio, you don’t see your sweet boyfriend hunched over the soundboard with a guitar pick in his mouth as you typically would.

Instead, he was lounging on the couch. The little leather loveseat that the two of you had picked up off the side of the road and got sent out to be cleaned. You figured it’d be a great addition to his workspace, while he was a bit apprehensive at first.

But after a month or two, he started to love his little leather loveseat. He’d use it to take breaks; or, in those rare moments where he’d share the music he’s been working on, it would be your place to sit.

On the couch, Ashton’s body was strewn. With his heather green guitar lazily rested on his hip, he mindlessly plucked a work-in-progress bass line. You swallowed at the sight of him, stopping in your tracks.

"You know, we have a perfectly good couch upstairs for you to be hammering out bass lines on."

Ashton’s eyes lock into yours, his steely face of concentration lifting upon seeing you. Yet, his fingers still slid up and down on the fretboard, as if not to lose his train of thought.

"This is my thinking couch. Can’t get shit done up there with all those windows. Makes me feel like a bat when I’ve been down here all day."

"I think you’re more like a vampire," you chuckle, setting down his food on the table beside him, "But still, it’s fucking lame."

"I admire your eloquence, baby… Lame how?" His eyes had reverted to the neck of his guitar.

"Lame, as in, you’re down here all fucking day and I miss my boyfriend. Sue me for being selfish but, I think my feelings are justified."

Ashton’s lips tug to the side, while his eyes remain glued to his musical progress, "Really? I thought having me down here was a nice little break from all the bangin’ on pots and pans we used to do. I’m workin’ on the real shit now."

"Screw the real shit. I miss you. It’s dumb that you have to be down here all the time."

You toss your hands in the air in faux frustration before planting them on your hips. But his gaze doesn’t waver. He knows you’re standing in front of him yet can’t seem to divert his attention away from whatever he’d been working on.

"Hellooooo…?"

He acknowledges you slightly, like a dog whose ears perk up when you call out its’ name.

"Mhmmm?"

A wry chuckle falls past your lips, "This is ridiculous. Y’know what—"

Out of pure frustration, and with lack of sense to do anything else, you take off your shirt. You weren’t sure of what possessed you to, but it seemed to be the right thing. Ashton’s mossy eyes popped up almost immediately.

You toss your borrowed t-shirt, stolen right from his closet, onto the ground.

"Well, glad I could get your attention," you gaff.

"You’ve always had my attention, baby. Just didn’t wanna lose my place."

A small smirk sprawls across your cheeks as Ashton fully sets down his guitar. It’s now lying horizontally across his lap.

"Don’t you ever get bored down here?" You ask, subconsciously crossing your arms as you remember that you’re now shirtless.

"I won’t lie, I do. And sometimes when I do, eventually, get bored, my mind likes to wander."

His reply is proceeded with a chuckle, one that’s laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But his eyes continued a trail down your body, stopping at the waistline of your sweatpants, then back up to you.

"Oh, really? Where does it wander off to? God only knows what you think about when you’re locked away in the abyss."

"If I was a liar, I’d sit here and tell you that I’m only thinking about the shit that’s in front of me. But baby, I’m an honest man; you know exactly what I think about."

"Hm," you hum, challengingly, "Can’t say I do."

Ashton’s arm moves slowly as he leans back and rests his head on his palm. The star tattoo on his bicep flexes beneath the ambient lighting of the studio, and you can’t help but just stare.

"She’s standing right in front of me."

Your face tinges pink at his words, rubbing your arm bashfully as if he was some sort of pickup artist and you were being swept off your feet. It didn’t matter how long it had been since the day you two met, his charm never faltered.

"She’s in here? Right now? Wow, I’m starstruck." You try your hand at jabbing, to ignore the warm buzzing feeling in your stomach.

"Don’t play stupid, baby. You know you’re the only one capable of grabbing my attention like this."

Ashton shifts in his position comfortably. His legs spread a tad bit wider, and the hand not holding his head was now drumming rhythmically against his thigh.

He was taking in the sight of you as if he had never seen you before.

"Really?" You ask a question, already knowing the answer.

"Yup."

"Interesting…"

As your sentence trails, a thought bounces around in your mind for a moment:

Would it be the worst thing in the world to ‘put on a show’ for your boyfriend, who had spent the last six months of his life devoting his time, energy, and soul into an album for the world?

Would it be wrong for you to think about how much you knew he’d enjoy it? How much you’d enjoy it?

As the thought plagues you, rendering you momentarily useless as your stare darts around his dreamy frame, Ashton reads your mind.

"Strip."

"What?" Your mouth hangs slightly at your boyfriend’s bluntness.

"You heard me, baby. I said, strip."

That slack jaw of yours morphs into a wicked smile, wordlessly obliging to his command.

Ashton’s relaxed body sprawled out on the couch guffaws at you, as you hook your thumbs onto the waistband of your sweatpants.

You slowly start to sway your hips, matching up with the rhythm of some imaginary song. The band of your underwear peeks out over the top and once you notice that he had gotten a good look, you swiftly pull your pants back up.

It was called a strip tease for a reason.

Repeating the motions from before, you eventually shimmy out of those sweatpants, and are left solely in a frilly bralette and boy-shorts.

"Pardon the underwear selection," you giggle, "didn’t realize I’d be putting on a show today.

Ashton’s body language had changed slightly; you noticed the bead of sweat that had formed and began rolling down his forehead, merely at the sight of you. He swallows harshly before he replies.

"You could’ve walked out here in a paper bag. Wouldn’t matter a damn’ thing."

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth at his compliment. He never fails to make you nervous, even after all this time. His eyes alone were one of the most intimidating things about him. You could feel them searing into you as your gaze drops down to your feet, momentarily stopping your motions.

"Finish your show, baby," his words snap you out of your trance, "you wanted my attention, right?…I’m all yours."

As his legs spread wider and his head dips back comfortably to rest onto his palm, the confidence within you fronts again. With a cheeky smile, you reach behind your back, twisting around to show him your hands fiddling with the clasp of your bralette.

You hear rustling from behind you as you eventually free yourself from the fabric, wiggling out of it and letting the strap hang on the tip of your finger. You shoot a glance at him, over your shoulder.

"How’s that?"

He sighs, "Perfect."

With a flick of your hair, you turn back around, fully topless. To raise the stakes, you take it upon yourself to run your hands down the front of your chest and over your breasts. He groans lowly at that motion, grabbing his guitar by the neck and gently resting it at his side.

Now, at the most intimidating part of your show, your hands linger above the band of your underwear. Ashton gazes at you hungrily, slickly moving his hand towards the crotch of his jeans.

It takes everything inside of you not to whine as you notice his hand slowly starting to palm his bulge, held captive by fabric. It catches you off guard, and you freeze yet again.

"Nobody told you to stop."

Almost as if his demands were a form of hypnosis, you resume what you’d started. The band of your underwear hooks effortlessly around your thumbs as you gently tug them down, slightly showing off your bikini line.

His eyes draw in like a magnet, seemingly becoming less and less in control of his senses as you move.

Your underwear pools at your ankles; body completely stripped bare in front of your still, fully clothed, boyfriend. Something about his sultry looks almost felt humiliating, although that wasn’t something you were necessarily upset with.

It still drove you the same amount of crazy.

"Fuck," Ashton mutters, breaking the tense silence that had been lingering over your heads, "you’re a sight to behold, baby."

His hand was still squeezing at the hard-on in his jeans, the notch in his forehead growing increasingly more prominent as he fought to hold back his urges.

Without another word, you traipse over to him slowly; attempting to enchant him with the sway of your hips and the glittering of your skin beneath the studio lights.

"’Been missing you a lot." Your voice holds a certain innocence to it, acting as though you had no clue of the absolute turmoil your actions were subjecting him to.

"I miss you too," Ashton coos, "I bet my girl gets so lonely upstairs without me, doesn’t she?"

A chill runs down your spine as he slowly sits up from his slouched position, and anchors his hands on your waist. He guides your naked body gently onto his lap, letting you straddle him comfortably.

"Mmh, ‘does get lonely without you. Can’t think straight, sometimes."

"Oh, you poor thing… I’m sorry, my sweet girl."

The back of his hand reaches up to caress your cheek, words dripping with tender loving care, before he’s straining his neck to wrap you into a kiss.

The kiss starts off slow; gently nipping at one another and feeling the motions of your lips entwined. But as your hips subconsciously start to grind down into the hardened length in his jeans, something primal washes over you.

Your tongue slips into his mouth without any regard for savoring this moment, heating up the kiss instantly. The grip he has on your waist gets tighter, as his fingers dig into the soft flesh near your hips.

Nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, Ashton groans, "Can’t wait much longer, baby… Been— been wantin’ to fuck you since you walked down here."

A smirk plays on your face as his neediness overpowers any other emotion present in the room. His mouth wanders down to your neck while he struggles to blindly undo his jeans.

While enjoying the trail of wet kisses inching down to your collarbone, you aim to help him free himself from his pants, fumbling with his fingers and the buttons with a soft giggle.

"Slow down, baby—" your words ring barely above a whisper, "I’m not going anywhere."

Ashton’s head pops up from your clavicle once he finally gets down his zipper, "Better not be."

To your surprise, Ashton was going about this a lot more unhurried than you had anticipated. His words read as frantic, yet his actions felt as though he was savoring each and every feeling of you. You didn’t want to disrupt the already perfect rhythm he had been keeping; so you let him continue on as he wished.

He scoops up your idle hand that had been resting towards the waistline of his jeans and moves it to the pocket of his briefs. Your eyes find his briefly, and a knowing glance is shared.

"Gonna start slow, yea? You okay with that? Wanna savor it… Haven’t been inside you in a while. Missed my girl…"

Swallowing back the excited lump in your throat, you nod, "That’s fine, baby. No— no rush."

Your eyes widen as he guides your hand, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. A sigh of bliss tumbles past his lips the moment you wrap your hand around him.

"Lean back, baby… ‘Wanna see—"

Following is command, you lean back, resting your hands just above his knees. You lift up your hips while gazing at him through hooded eyes, waiting for him to adjust.

It’s not long before he’s swiping his tip against your clit, bringing the both of you into a collective, melodic sigh.

Ashton was right; he hadn’t been inside of you in a while. The two of you had been so preoccupied with life that you had barely made enough time for each other. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like until he was guiding himself inside of you.

Expletives and moans immediately begin filling the room as you lower yourself down onto his length fully. His breath hitches, eyes glued down to where your bodies met.

"Fuck, baby… Missed watching this… Missed watchin’ that pretty pussy swallow me whole… Fuckin’— missed you."

With a slack jaw, you start your rhythm of slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of him filling you up made you complete in more ways than you could fathom. Your walls tightened with each stroke, one more rough than the next.

Each time you lower yourself down to meet his pelvis, he bottoms out, snapping his hips up to meet yours and making you cry out in pleasure. His eyes can’t seem to decide whether or not to watch your face, or his cock disappearing inside of you.

"Ashton, please— Need more… More, please…"

He grunts at your gentle tone, still keeping that slow pace. He had mentioned wanting to savor this moment, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"C’mere," he pants, motioning with his head for you to lean forward. You, of course, oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck with a sigh.

Rather than you doing the work, Ashton had resorted to restarting that pace by snapping his hips up to meet yours. Your name rattles off of his tongue in grumbled mutters as his hold on you tightens, the sounds of skin slapping together engulfing his words and making them inaudible.

You allow him to fuck into you without any complaints, letting your eyes roll back into your head with each upward slam. It was obvious how difficult it was for him to keep his composure.

"Christ, baby," he growls lowly, "drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy."

Another loud moan is released from the back of your throat as Ashton abruptly stops his rambling by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You yelp on impact, yet slowly ease into the sharp pain as he continues to bottom out inside of you.

"Ash, oh my god," you whine, overwhelmed with the sensation of your impending orgasm meshing with the pleasure of the pain.

He grunts beneath you, each thrust rougher than the last— you could tell he was close by the sloppiness of his strokes and his grip on your waist loosening.

His jaw clenches on your shoulder before letting go as he looks your disheveled face in the eye.

"Gonna cum… Gonna’ cum real’ soon… Please, baby… Let me fill you up— gonna’ make you feel so good…"

You nod without a second thought, your bouts of praise turning into incoherent mumbling as your orgasm creeps towards its peak.

"Cum inside me Ash, please… Let me feel you baby— fuck!"

Your body betrays your senses as your orgasm rumbles through you, Ashton following suit shortly after as he releases inside of you with one last buck of his hips. Your bodies collapse onto one another, the sweat and heat igniting a spark between you.

With a gentle comb through your hair, Ashton’s hand traipses down to the back of your neck. You could faintly hear his heart beating through his chest as he holds you, the two of you simultaneously collecting your breathing.

"Thanks for the show, baby," Ashton chuckles, petting your back as you regulate your vitals; his cock still buried deep inside of you.

You can’t help but hum, satisfied with the thought of letting your dirty fantasies dictate your actions.

"If this didn’t prove how much I’ve been missing you," You pop your head up to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, "I’m not sure anything will."

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