#i'm so so tired but i need him so badly rn

[d1s1ntegrated]

4am thinking abt cozy shiggy, coming up to u and just grabbing u and hugging u, kissing ur face all over, just overall being a fucking mooshy baby cause he's sleepy.

i think me writing the sleepy hcs earlier did something to my brain cause i just wanna hold him and let his pretty hair and kiss his nose and ugh.

i love my husband tomura shigaraki and his silly minecraft jammies i mentioned earlier

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[welcometogrouchland]

Lies face down on the ground. I am not an emotionally stable individual. I need a break

[pedroscowgirl]

Filling the void

aaron hotchner x afab!reader

Warnings!: smut minors DNI

summary: After tucking in jack, you realised how badly you wanted a baby with Aaron

Wc: 3.7k

Heavy on the breeding kink!!, p in v (wrap it up tho), creampie, lactation kink kinda (?), dirty talk, age gap (later seasons aaron, reader is in her twenties) lmk if i forgot something!

a/n: i orginally was not planning on posting an aaron fic today but I'm ovulating rn and i just need this man to breed me. That's it. Also I can't find a gif of later seasons aaron smiling so😭

You heard the front door creak open just as you pulled Jack’s bedroom door closed behind you. The soft click of the latch was a quiet reward after successfully getting him to bed. Aaron’s return brought a wave of relief; his presence always grounded the house, making everything feel more complete. You saw him standing at the entrance, pulling off his suit jacket with practiced ease, his hair slightly mussed from a long day of work.

“Is he already asleep?” Aaron asked, glancing toward Jack’s door as he set his bag down by the entryway and hung his jacket over the back of a chair.

You shook your head, smiling softly. “Not yet. Go say goodnight before he drifts off,” you suggested, knowing Jack would want that last moment with his dad.

Aaron’s face softened at your words. He closed the distance between you and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours with a familiar, tender kiss that sent warmth spreading through your chest. “You’re the best,” he murmured against your lips before pulling away and heading down the hallway to Jack’s room.

You watched him for a moment, feeling the love and contentment settle around you like a warm blanket. This was home. Jack was tucked in, Aaron was back, and everything felt just as it should. You made your way to the living room, slipping into your comfortable loungewear. The cozy clothes were a contrast to the busy day you’d had, a signal that it was finally time to relax.

As you sank into the plush cushions of the couch, you could hear Aaron’s soft voice coming from Jack’s room. He always had that gentle, soothing tone when he talked to his son, even after the most stressful days. It was one of the many things you loved about him—the way he could switch from FBI Unit Chief to loving father in the span of a breath.

Soon, Aaron returned, the familiar creak of the floorboards under his feet signaling his approach. He had changed into his pajamas—flannel pants and a plain white T-shirt that hugged his strong frame. His hair was still slightly tousled, and there was a tired but peaceful expression on his face as he walked into the living room and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders without a word. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

The soft glow of the television illuminated the room, but neither of you paid much attention to it. The comfort of being near each other, after another day of navigating the complexities of life, was enough. You absently traced patterns on Aaron’s arm with your fingertips, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his skin. His hand squeezed your shoulder gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.

Minutes passed like this, quiet and content, the peace between you a testament to how strong your relationship had become. It was in these small moments, tucked between the chaos of your everyday lives, that you truly felt how much you loved him. And Jack. And the life the three of you were building.

But tonight, your heart was full of more than just love for what you already had. It was full of a new kind of hope, a desire that had been quietly growing in you for some time now. You lifted your head from Aaron’s shoulder and shifted slightly, turning to face him. Then, in one fluid motion, you straddled his lap, your knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips.

Aaron’s eyes widened, surprise flashing across his face as his hands instinctively found your waist. “Hi, sweetheart,” he said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “What are you doing?” His voice was teasing, but there was an edge of curiosity as his eyes searched yours.

You smiled back, your fingers trailing up his chest before resting on his shoulders. “You know I really love Jack,” you whispered, leaning in close, your noses almost brushing.

Aaron’s expression softened immediately, his gaze warm as he looked up at you. “Yes, I know you do,” he said softly. “And he loves you.” His eyes searched yours, a hint of emotion flickering beneath his words. “And so do I,” he added, his voice low and sincere.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss, his hands sliding up from your waist to your back, pulling you closer against him. The familiar sensation of his touch sent warmth flooding through you, but tonight, your thoughts were on something more, something deeper.

As the kiss broke, you leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered the words that had been on your heart for some time now. “I want a baby Aaron.”

For a moment, everything stilled. His hands froze on your back, his breath catching in his throat. You pulled back slightly, just enough to see his face, to see the way his expression shifted from surprise to something that mirrored the emotions swirling in your own chest.

“A baby?” Aaron repeated softly, as if he needed to make sure he heard you correctly.

You nodded, your fingers brushing through his dark hair. “Yes,” you said, your voice steady, but your heart racing. “I love you, Aaron. I love Jack. And I want to grow our family. I want to have a baby with you. Please make me pregnant.”

His eyes softened, but behind that softness was something else, a shadow of hesitation. He swallowed hard, his hands resting on your hips, keeping you steady in his lap. His brow furrowed slightly, and you could tell he was thinking, his mind racing through all the things he hadn’t said yet.

“I… I don’t know,” he said, his voice quiet. “I’m scared, to be honest.”

You blinked, pulling back just enough to see his face more clearly. “Scared?” you asked softly, your hands still resting on his chest. “Why?”

Aaron let out a long breath, running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s just… with my job, everything I see, the risks I face every day… I’m not sure I can handle bringing another child into that world. Jack is already a huge part of my life, and he’s growing up. But starting over… it’s a lot. And…” He trailed off, his eyes flickering down for a moment before meeting yours again. “I’m not exactly getting any younger. I already feel old some days.”

Your heart ached a little at the vulnerability in his words. He rarely let down his guard like this, and hearing his worries laid bare reminded you just how deeply he cared about the people in his life. But you also knew that this hesitation came from a place of fear—fear of the unknown, of losing control, of risking more when he already had so much to protect.

You shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the warmth of his body beneath you, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Aaron,” you whispered, leaning in closer, your lips grazing his ear. “I get that you’re scared. I understand. But I also know you. And I know how much love you have to give. You’re an amazing father to Jack… and you’d be just as amazing with another baby.”

His grip on your hips tightened a little as your words washed over him, but you could still sense the doubt lingering in his mind.

You smiled softly, letting your fingers trace along the back of his neck. “And besides,” you added with a playful glint in your eye, “I’d look so good pregnant with your baby.”

Aaron’s eyes widened slightly as you shifted again in his lap, your body pressing more firmly against him. The playful grin on your face made heat rise in his cheeks, and you could feel the subtle reaction from his body beneath you—the growing bulge between his legs. He inhaled sharply, his hands moving to steady you, but the corner of his mouth tugged upward into a small smile despite himself.

“Hmm,” he groaned softly, leaning his head back against the couch, eyes half-lidded as he watched you. “Your hormones are just talking,” he murmured, trying to play it off, but you could see the way his resolve was beginning to melt under your touch.

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. The sudden interruption broke the moment for a split second, and you glanced down at the screen, seeing the notification flash. It was a reminder to take your birth control.

Aaron’s chuckle broke the silence. He raised an eyebrow, his hand resting on your thigh now. “Ah, look at that. It’s a sign we shouldn’t do it,” he said, half-serious but with a teasing edge to his voice.

You met his gaze and without a second thought, you tossed your phone across the room, hearing it land with a soft thud on the carpet. “Or maybe,” you whispered, leaning down so that your lips were just inches from his, “it’s a sign that I should stop taking birth control.”

Aaron’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with the weight of your words. His hands froze again on your hips, his mind clearly racing as he tried to process what you were saying. “Stop taking…?” he began, but you cut him off with a seductive smile.

“Wouldn’t it be fun?” you whispered against his lips, your voice sultry. “Just to try for a baby anytime we can. No more holding back. Just us… trying, whenever we feel like it and keeping your cum inside of me for as long as I can.”

You rolled your hips ever so slightly, feeling his reaction underneath you. Aaron groaned, his head falling back against the couch again, eyes closed as he tried to hold onto the last threads of his self-control.

“Please, Aaron,” you continued, your voice a soft plea as your lips grazed his neck. “I want this. I want you. And I know you want it too…”

His hands tightened on your waist, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts as he struggled to maintain his resolve. You could feel the conflict in him, his logical, cautious side battling with the desire you were stirring up with each movement of your body against his.

He opened his eyes, looking up at you with a mixture of hesitation and raw emotion. “This is a huge decision,” he said, his voice thick. “Are you really sure about this? About us… having a baby?”

You smiled softly, cupping his face in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him, your lips gentle but full of promise. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you whispered against his lips.

Aaron’s resolve finally broke. With a groan, he pulled you closer, his lips crashing into yours with a sudden intensity that made your heart race. His hands roamed over your back, your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you. The tension that had been building between you both finally released, and in that moment, you knew that he was ready-ready to take this leap with you, ready to start this new chapter of your lives.

As you straddled Aaron’s lap, the heat between you became unbearable, the tension of the moment thick in the air. His eyes, dark with desire, roamed over your body. Slowly, he lifted your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. The cool air hit your exposed chest, and immediately, your nipples hardened, betraying how sensitive you were to his touch. His gaze locked on them with raw hunger.

Without a second’s hesitation, Aaron’s mouth found your breast, his lips closing around your sensitive skin as he began to kiss and suck, his tongue flicking over your nipple in a way that made you whimper. His hand came up to cup your other breast, squeezing gently as his mouth worked its magic, driving you wild.

“Fuck, it’d be so sexy if these were full of milk,” he murmured, the sudden filthy talk catching you off guard. His voice, so deep and seductive, sent another wave of arousal straight through you. The idea of being pregnant with his baby, your body changing for him, made your heart race and your body tremble with need.

You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second, your body aching for him. “Fuck, Aaron, please,” you gasped, your voice breathy and desperate. “Just fuck me.”

He pulled back from your chest, his lips glistening as he looked up at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Oh, you’re so impatient,” he whispered, his tone laced with playful arrogance.

Unable to wait any longer, you leaned in, crashing your lips against his in a hungry kiss. As you kissed him, you ground your hips harder against his, feeling the bulge beneath you grow even more. Aaron groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips tightly, but he wasn’t giving in just yet. His control, his teasing, only made you want him more.

Without warning, he grabbed your thighs and stood up from the couch, holding you against him as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, careful not to make too much noise as he carried you down the hallway toward your shared bedroom, being mindful of Jack sleeping in the next room. You could feel Aaron’s heart pounding against your chest, the heat of his body pressed so close to yours, and every step made your anticipation grow.

As soon as he pushed open the door to your bedroom, he laid you down gently on the mattress, his eyes dark with need as he hovered over you. His hands moved quickly, tugging off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. You shivered at the feeling of being exposed to him, your body aching for him to touch you. He wasted no time in pulling off his own pants, revealing his already hard, leaking cock. The sight of it made your mouth water, your eyes glued to the way it pulsed, ready for you.

Aaron caught the way you were staring, and a wicked smile curved his lips. “Be patient,” he teased, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “There’s going to be a lot of this inside you soon.”

And then, without warning, he pushed himself inside you in one smooth motion. The sudden stretch made you cry out, your back arching off the bed as your fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly. He filled you completely, his cock so thick and hard inside you that it made your entire body shudder.

Aaron groaned as he bottomed out, his head falling to your shoulder as he took a moment to savour the feeling of being inside you. “God, you feel so good,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

He started to move, slow at first, each thrust deep and purposeful, hitting all the right spots inside you. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the delicious friction driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your body responded to his every movement, your hips rising to meet his as you moaned his name, lost in the feeling of him inside you.

There were kisses, soft and sweet, shared between moans and gasps for air. His lips found yours, then your neck, then your chest again, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His hands roamed your body, fingers exploring every inch of skin he could reach, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Just when you felt yourself on the brink of release, Aaron pulled out, leaving you gasping from the sudden emptiness. You whimpered in protest, your body aching for him to fill you again, but he wasn’t done yet.

He grabbed your legs, lifting them and placing them over his shoulders, angling your hips just right. When he thrust back inside you, the new position made him hit deeper, harder, a spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving red marks as you clung to him, your moans filling the room.

Aaron’s head fell back, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the sensation of being buried so deep inside you. You could feel him twitching, the tension building in his body, and you knew he was close. “Please,” you moaned, your voice shaky with need. “Please make me pregnant, Daddy. Just use me whenever you want.”

Your words sent him over the edge. His hips snapped forward, his thrusts becoming erratic, harder, faster. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “I’m going to get you pregnant. Everyone will know that you begged for my cum and that I gave it to you.”

With one final, deep thrust, you both came together, your body convulsing as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried out his name, your entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Aaron followed right after, groaning deeply as he emptied himself inside you, filling you with his release. You could feel him pulsing, twitching inside you as he rode out his orgasm, his hips still moving as he pushed himself deeper.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies still locked together.

As the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, you collapsed onto the bed beside Aaron, your breathing still heavy, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to his side, and you nestled into his warmth, feeling the afterglow of everything that had just happened between you.

Your head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you both slowly came down from the high. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing and the occasional rustling of the sheets as you shifted to get comfortable.

You let out a soft chuckle, still catching your breath. “I guess I’ll have to throw my birth control away,” you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.

Aaron’s deep laugh rumbled through him, the sound making you smile. “Yeah, you should do that,” he replied, his voice still husky from everything you’d shared.

You grinned, but as the moment settled around you, the weight of what you were discussing—the enormity of the decision—began to creep into your mind. You lifted your head slightly, looking up at him. The soft light in the room highlighted the contours of his face, the small lines around his eyes that came from years of both stress and joy, and the way his lips curved into that subtle smile he reserved just for you.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice a little more serious now, “are you really sure about this, Aaron? I mean, I don’t want to pressure you or anything. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.” You paused, your heart racing a little, unsure of what he might say next. The desire for a baby was real, but so was the reality of what it would mean for both of you.

Aaron turned his head slightly, his eyes soft as they met yours. He reached up, gently cupping your cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing across your skin in a tender, reassuring gesture.

“Sweetheart,” he began, his voice steady and filled with that signature calmness that always made you feel safe, “I’m an old man. I’ve been around long enough to know what I want, and I can make my own decisions.” He gave you a teasing smile, but there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “And I want this with you. I’m not going to lie—it’s a big deal, and I’ve thought about it. But seeing you with Jack, seeing how much you love him… I know you’ll be an amazing mom. And I want to share that with you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest as you held his gaze. You leaned into his touch, feeling the truth in everything he was saying. He wasn’t just saying what he thought you wanted to hear; he truly meant it.

“And,” he added, his voice dropping into that playful, husky tone again, “I really love the process of making the baby.”

You laughed softly, the tension in the air dissolving as his teasing words brought a smile to your lips. “Oh, I can tell,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him softly.

Aaron kissed you back, his lips slow and gentle against yours, the tenderness of the moment wrapping around both of you like a warm blanket. When you pulled away, you could still feel the smile lingering on his lips.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words slipping out naturally, effortlessly. They felt like the most honest thing you’d ever said.

“I love you, too,” Aaron whispered back, his voice filled with the weight of all the unspoken promises between you.

You both shifted under the covers, settling into each other’s arms as the exhaustion from the night finally caught up with you. His hand rested on your hip, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin as you drifted closer to sleep. The soft rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a comfortable, peaceful state, and the warmth of his body next to yours made you feel like you were exactly where you belonged.

Just before sleep claimed you, you felt him press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll figure this out together,” he whispered, his words barely audible but full of meaning.

You smiled against his chest, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. And as you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s warmth, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for the future. The possibilities felt endless, and with Aaron beside you, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it with love, strength, and the kind of partnership that only deepened with time.

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[pomefioredove]

i crave angst and hurt/comfort/fluff maybe something like that with vil? maybe reader gets hurt pretty badly or something and vil gets upset?? hehe angsty scenarios>>

on my hands and knees rn... vil... save me vil...

summary: anger is an ugly emotion type of post: fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, angsty..... mentions of bullying/abuse etc?? very open ended you can interpret that how you please, GOD this is indulgent

Anger is an ugly emotion.

So much is true even for Vil Schoenheit. If you asked him, there is nothing more undignified than losing your composure in front of others, especially those under your care.

No, Vil keeps such emotions to himself. If he feels the need to get a point across, or to settle a conflict, he will do so with grace and dignity. He won't even break a nail.

This is different.

This is seeing you turn away from him with tears in your eyes, and feeling as if the very world itself is crashing down around him.

He cannot stand it.

He cannot stand seeing you like this.

It shakes him to his very core. You've had bad days, evenings where you come crawling into Pomefiore looking as if the world had chewed you up and spit you back out at his feet, and he's tended to it.

He's combed your hair, cleaned the dirt out from under you nails, bandaged your paper cuts with a sort of gentleness he doesn't even reserve for himself, made you look new and whole again.

Vil can't help with this.

It drives him mad. It makes him feel like he's stuck inside his own ribcage with nothing but the sound of his beating heart, trapped in a flurry of confusion and anxiety.

He wishes you would just talk about it. It would make everything so much easier if you would let him help.

But he won't pressure you. He couldn't bring himself to. And, quite frankly, if he knew even the slightest detail about whomever had been making you feel this way, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from finding them and mincing them to shreds.

As they deserved.

But Vil is not one to rush into anything. He is patient, cordial, taking his sweet time to understand a problem from all angles before enacting a solution.

And so, he doesn't ask.

He holds your chin between his delicate fingers and dabs at the corners of your eyes, hoping to brush away your misery along with your tears.

You sniffle. It's not a pretty sight- you're certainly no graceful crier.

He couldn't care less.

The only thing that Vil can think of now is how only one measly person could be your undoing.

After everything you've been through without even breaking a sweat, all it took were a few too-familiar words to melt you into a pool of bad memories and misery at his feet.

Sevens help whichever poor fool had done this to you.

"Now, now. That's alright," he coos, wiping your cheeks just as a new barrage of tears runs down them. "Don't worry about a thing."

You just barely manage to choke out a response. "I'm sorry, this is- this is embarrassing,"

"Nonsense. You have nothing to feel bad for. I promise I won't utter a word of this to the others,"

He cups your face in his palms, giving you a moment to compose yourself.

"Deep breaths," he instructs. "Seven seconds in, hold it, for just a moment, and then seven seconds out. There. Excellent job."

It's quiet. The sound of sobs and his own heart pounding seem to fade into quiet breaths shared between the both of you.

"Good," he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. A repetitive, soothing motion. "How do you feel?"

"Guilty," you say. "I didn't mean to ruin your evening."

"You've ruined nothing. You're very important to me, you know. I would never want you to think I'm too busy for you," he offers a smile. "Now, how do you feel?"

You're quiet for a moment, likely mulling over his words. Your voice is softer when you reply. "Tired,"

"Oh... you poor thing. I can't have you dead on your feet tomorrow, now, can I?"

You shake your head.

He stands, pulling you up with him. "Come along, then. Let's get you to bed. I'll help,"

He begins guiding you away from the couch you'd spent the better half of the evening sobbing on. You respond in a quiet voice.

"Vil?"

"Mm? Yes?"

"You promise you won't say anything about this to the others?"

A look of utter softness crosses his face at your request, and he smiles again. "My lips are sealed,"

[akamitrani]

Pls may you write an oneshort about F!reader treating Art's wounds after the fight with Sienna from Terrifier 3? I'm cravin that so badly rn, I'll leave the plot settings to you, tysmmm 😭😭

— Mercy —

Art the Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood, wounds, struggle, contains spoiler.

Summary: Art is injured and vulnerable. The reader, unknowingly crossing his path, stumbles upon him and makes an unexpected choice.

[A/N: A oneshot, short as requested. Tried making this a slight fluff, hope you like it. Also I must note, in this fic I pretend for a hot minute that he wasn't just slashed in his neck in the movie ☠️ Thank you for your request!]

Bleeding and battered, Art the Clown stumbled away from Sienna's house. His body ached from the fight, but his relentless drive kept him moving, his twisted grin still in place despite the pain.

He didn't look back as he fled into the first path he saw, leaving the chaos of the house behind him.

The alley was dark as he sprang towards it, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. Art staggered forward, his usual grin now marred by pain, clutching his side where Sienna's blade had torn through.

Each step was a struggle, he fought to stay upright as he round the corner, his legs suddenly threatened to give way beneath him and he collapsed against a brick wall for support.

Then, he saw you.

[ · · · ]

The night air was cool as you stepped out of work, tired but eager to head home. As you walked down the quiet street, something caught your eye – a dark, glistening trail on the pavement. Blood?

Curious and hesitant, you followed the trail, someone could be needing help and couldn't just ignore it. It led you to this alleyway. The trail grew thicker as you walked further, the air heavy, an unsettling stillness.

There, slumped against the wall, was the figure of a clown. His white face was twisted with pain, his costume stained with fresh blood. His head lifted slightly at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes locking with yours.

You stood there, frozen, your eyes wide as you recognized him. Art tried to lunge, a feeble attempt to reach you, but his legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees, gasping, his hand outstretched but powerless. He tried to push himself up again but his arms gave out this time, leaving him sprawled on the cold concrete.

You could have run. But instead, something inside you shifted. For a moment he looked almost pitiful, like a wounded animal too stubborn to die. The murderous glint in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something akin to desperation. Someone did need help, right? – With this in mind you took a step closer, cursing yourself mentally, this is fucking insane.

“If you try anything...” – you whispered to him – “I won’t hesitate.”

For the first time, Art’s grin faded, replaced by a flicker of something else – maybe curiosity? maybe disbelief? – as if he was trying to process the fact that someone, for once, wanted to help him. He simply stared, watching you, as you knelt beside him.

You stared at the wounded clown, every instinct screaming to run, but instead, you pulled a small first aid kit from your bag. Art’s eyes followed your every move, dark and unblinking, as you pressed a cloth to his bleeding side. He flinched but didn’t resist, allowing you to wrap a makeshift bandage around him, surrendering to your mercy.

“There, that should help” – you murmured, your voice unsteady but assuring.

Art’s response was unexpected – a bloodstained finger gently brushed your cheek, leaving a streak of crimson. His touch was surprisingly soft, not the brutal force you had feared.

Your breath caught, the alley around you disappearing as you locked eyes with him. It felt like a silent acknowledgment, a brief moment where he actually seemed grateful.

Pulling his hand away, Art gave a slight nod. It was a gesture so out of character that it left you stunned.

His grin returned and he pushed off of the wall, onto his feet, his movements less sluggish. The blood loss no longer a problem it seems. He glanced at you, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that almost made him seem human.

He reached into the deep, black bag he always carried with him, his fingers brushing against something. Scared he might pull a weapon you step back... to your surprise, he pulls out a single, dark rose. The petals were blackened at the edges, but still, it was a rose – oddly beautiful. With a slow, deliberate motion, he offered it to you, his eyes locking with yours.

You took the flower from him, bewildered by the strange act of kindness. Art’s lips curled into a big smile, the playfulness in his eyes lingering for just a moment before he turned and disappeared into the shadows. No goodbyes.

The night engulfed him whole, leaving you there with the rose and the memory of the clown who, just for a brief moment, had shown something like... tenderness.

Well – somehow, your act of kindness had spared you... At least for tonight.

[itsmarsss]

32 for the kiss prompts (because if it doesn't invite stolitz I don't know what does lol).

And its 2:30am here so I'm going to bed, but the prompt you sent me will be out tomorrow :)

-Salem <3

32- a a kiss while someone watches...

…naturally. have i become unnoficial stolitz x reader nation?

warnings: established stolitz relationship, stolitz sex, implication of stolitz x reader sex, daddy kink, talks of having a threesome, im so tired rn if this is badly written im so sorry girly ily

you know… you, me and… someone else

Blitzø should probably have tried to find a more convenient way and some more convenient moment to talk about this.

It's not that it's impulsive. He's been rehearsing how to approach the subject for weeks now, but is there really a right way or a right time to ask your super lovey-dovey boyfriend if he'd be up for a threesome with your best friend without it sounding, like... really fucking wrong?

Maybe he should have planned a romantic night with rose petals on the bed and a bottle of wine and a bubble bath after fucking his brains out so good he saw stars and then eased the question in, but, man, he was getting fed up of thinking about it and not managing to say anything, so lying on the couch with Stolas draped on top of him with his weirdo telenovela in the background it would be.

"Hey. Stols?"

Stolas doesn't look away from the screen. "Yes, darling?"

"Can I ask you something without you getting mad at me?"

That seems to catch his attention. He looks up. "That makes me feel a lot like you're definitely going to say something that you already know will make me mad."

"No, it's just- just promise it already!"

"I'm getting worried."

"Stolas!"

"Alright! I promise. What it is?"

Oh shit he didn't think he'd actually be getting this far. "Have you ever... uh, you ever thought about a threesome?"

Stolas chokes on his own spit, eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and he pushes himself up off Blitzø now, sitting down next to him and facing him. "A what?"

"A threesome. You know... you, me and... someone else."

"Someone else? Like who?"

"Answer the question first!"

"I- uh. I can't say I have seriously considered that before. Have you been thinking about that?"

"A little. Are you mad now?"

"Not mad. Just... surprised, is all."

"Are you actually cool with that?"

"I did make a promise."

"It's not ‘cause I don't think you're enough or anything."

"Okay."

Blitzø feels like this is a trap. Why was he being so chill about this? He feels the need to keep explaining himself. "I just... ya know, I thought it could be fun. I mean shit we've tired almost everything there is to try, right? But we've never had a threesome."

"Do you think we would enjoy that?"

"You never had a threesome?"

Stolas only glares at him. Obviously he hasn't, dumbass.

"Oh. Right. Well, I mean, it can be good, can be bad, can be whatever. Kinda the same shit as it is with just two people."

"And who would you want to bring into bed with us?"

"Don't say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm trying to cheat on you."

"That is not what I'm doing."

It still feels like a trap, but what else was he to say than the truth? "Well. If you wanna know so bad. I could be down if y/n was down."

"Y/n... your best friend, y/n."

"You know, we can trust them, things would be comfortable. They’re not... bad to look at, either…”

Stolas stares down at him with an eyebrow raised, unamused. "If you're going to talk about this don't be a coward about it."

"Okay, I think they’re pretty hot and I've been thinking about fucking both of you for a while. But only if it's with you and only if you'd like it too. Or whatever.”

"How romantic."

"Don't be a dick, Stolas. I'm serious."

"No, that actually is very romantic coming from you."

"So. What'cha think about it? We don't have to do it. It's just a thought. Don't even know if they’d want to either."

"They would." Stolas states, as if that were obvious.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you really never noticed the way they look at the both of us?"

"What?"

"You know, at first I thought they just wanted to fuck you which, I will admit, it did make me a tad bit mad that they wanted my boyfriend like that. But then I noticed they were looking at both of us that same way. Especially when we're together."

"Wait, wait, wait, they’ve been giving me bedroom eyes this whole time? They’ve been giving you bedroom eyes this whole time?"

"If I'm not mistaken. I actually find it rather... endearing."

"And you never bothered to fucking say anything about it?"

Stolas simply shrugs. "Never came to mind. You can get pretty possessive, darling.” He cups Blitzø’s jaw with one of his hands, squeezing his cheeks together until he’s forcing Blitzø to pout. "I wouldn’t want to upset you."

Blitzø pushes his hand away. "So you find it endearing? What does that fucking mean? You into it?"

Stolas stops to think for a moment. "Yes, I suppose so."

"Oh shit. You saying we could do it?"

"Perhaps. Let me consider ir for a few days, will you?"

"Yeah. Yeah sure. Cool. Cool, cool, cool."

[. . .]

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Stolas repeats the word like a mantra, and he’s not sure if they’re meant for himself or for his boyfriend, but he couldn’t give a single fuck about it if he tried, because Blitzø has him with his back pressed to his chest, his legs spread wide so Stolas can sit pretty in between them with his own spread open as well. Stolas has his head thrown back onto Blitzø’s shoulder and his hips bucking up involuntarily into the vibrator Blitzø presses against his entrance, chasing a release pointlessly, as Blitzø’s still taking his sweet time before even considering pushing it inside of him.

He kisses Stolas’ neck as he moves the toy, playing with the pressure he holds it against his boyfriend’s body with before getting a twisted idea.

Stolas is still whispering something under his breath, and then Blitzø just stops. He halts all his movement, he retracts the hand that held the toy and he leans back on the bed frame, watching Stolas scramble to look at him in a mix of frustration and confusion. “What? Why’d you stop?”

“You’re gonna finish yourself off for me.”

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m dead serious, hun.”

“I- I-“ Stolas is actually going to let Blitzø know how frustrated that made him when Blitzø slaps him across the face.

“Now.”

Oh shit. Fucking right away, sir.

Stolas goes back into the same position he was just in, back flushed to Blitzø’s chest and head on top of Blitzø’s shoulder, and impatiently moves his hands straight to his hole, wasting no time in inserting a finger in, already plenty wet from the fun that was cut short. He lets out a lewd, needy moan right to Blitzø’s ear as he pushes that finger in entirely, and Blitzø eats that right up.

“Needy fucking whore, can’t even tease yourself a little can ya? I’ll tell you what, you make yourself cum once and daddy makes you cum twice later, yeah? How about that?”

And then Stolas says the absolute most wildest thing he could say at that moment, all heavy breaths and whines and moans and hoots.

“Why don’t we call y/n up? I bet they could get me off for you.”

“What? You can’t just say that, Stols.”

“Ha. Made you blush.”

“What- what?”

“I don’t want to get myself off. It’s no fun. I want your big hands and your big fingers and your big dick and-“

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it. You’re not getting away with that one, Stolas.”

“I don’t plan to.”

“Oh you are so getting it.”

“That is the plan, yes.”

[. . .]

Blitzø is on his knees with his arms around the back of Stolas’ thighs and he laps up at Stolas’ gushing hole, the leg his boyfriend had hiked over his shoulder to grant him better access shakes and the grip he has on the base of his horns tightens. Stolas lets out the prettiest, most beautiful noises as he lets him ride out his high with his tongue deep inside him until he’s being literally kicked away for causing oversensitivity. He loves it.

He stumbles as his back hits the floor but quickly props himself up on his elbows to look up at Stolas, who looked so very hot when he decided he did want to take charge, may Blitzø add.

“So. Good, huh?”

He knows it was good. He could see it was good, feel it was good, hear it was good, even taste it was good.

“Very good, y/n- sorry, Blitz.”

“Oh fuck you.”

Stolas smiles in contempt at his own ‘slip-up’ but says nothing.

[. . . ]

Blitzø may not be the greatest at getting hints but he’s sure gotten this one. He’s already chill with the threesome thing not happening and he’s already thinking of what the hell he can do to make Stolas stop being passive-aggressive about it.

He gets it, alright? It wasn’t a good thing to suggest they do, and he did not want to be caught by surprise by any more sarcastic remarks about that while they’re fucking just so Stolas can prove that point.

He’s trying to come up with a way to approach Stolas about that this time when he gets home to moaning, which just gets him excited, expecting to find Stolas with his hand between his thighs, humping his vibrator at a perfectly convenient time to be 'accidentally' caught, only to be met, instead, with his boyfriend, in just his robes, making out with his half-dressed best friend on his fucking bed.

They're so enthralled they don't even bother pulling away from each other, even though Blitzø knows they've noticed his presence in the room, still entangled in passionate, hungry, aggressive kisses that brought out noises so dirty they belonged in a porno.

And all of that just from kissing? Oh this had to be a show.

Maybe he got the wrong idea from Stolas’ reaction, then.

He's sure of that when they do pull away, and Stolas puts on a very low-effort façade of surprise before exclaiming "Darling! I didn't know you would be home yet!"

"Yeah, that why you were 'bout to fuck my best friend?" He eyes you up and down, and you look down at the floor, nervous about his reaction to the ‘surprise’ Stolas had staged and so, so hotly asked if you would be up to.

"Well I couldn't help but think about that conversation we had last week. And wouldn't you know it, y/n has had similar thoughts too!"

Blitzø eyes you. "That true?"

You nod. "Sorry if it’s weird."

"What is weird is coming home to you making out with my boyfriend."

"Oh, shit, I didn't- Stolas said- I’m sorry.”

"Yeah. Sooo weird. And so fucking hot. "

Oh, this was gonna be a fun night if he's ever had one.

[j-jinxee]

The way he looks up through his dark, tired eyes, makes me want to ruin him so fucking badly.

Him leaning back on the headboard with one arm up behind him, trying not to pass out from the pleasure. Sitting over him with your knees either side of his legs, keeping him down while you edge the fuck out of him. His right hand clutching the sheets as he tries to keep his voice down, every muscle tensing while new layers of sweat start to form.

His breaths are so heavy, enough to make his head spin more than it already is. His abs tense up while more and more pre leaks down to decorate his vline, your hand coated in it. He's an absolute mess, and those eyes.

Those fucking eyes, looking up like he wants to kill you, yet crumbling when you stroke him faster. His eyebrows quickly change his mean facade, faltering as he whined and rolled his head back. "m-mm please, fuck!" Your hand retracing once more. He knew that if he looked up at you, with those dark, tired eyes, and begged you for a release. You'd let him.

He'd never admit that he secretly loved being edged, then overstimulated, but he didn't have to, you could tell by the way his body reacts to your touch. As much as he wished this could go on forever, his head was actually starting to hurt. So he gave in.

"mmh- ah! please! pleaseplease let me cum, I'll be good I swear! haven't I been good?" Aww, he was so desperate, maybe you could allow it.

"remember what comes after though baby, are you sure you want it?" You reminded him of the way you'd push him well past his limit as soon as he came.

His eyes screwed shut. Then looked up at you, more helpless and desperate than ever before. Fuck, you couldn't say no. He was so lost in the haze, chasing the feeling he couldn't reach by himself anymore, only you. He chased the feeling of you, and you could see it, in his eyes.

Ok I can't write the rest cuz I'll lose it I actually need him so bad help.

This is basically a repeat of my Tyler drabble but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ I just wrote this in like 20 mins cuz I want him so bad and he's all I'm thinking abt rn. Plus I have a thing for ruining guys hehehe (no cuz being a top but not being into pegging or mummy kink is SO HARD like that's all ppl write abt if it's a top! reader and that shit gives me the ick so, I write my own hehe)

[lovelyhan]

i heard you accept 🔞 links as gifts so picture this but with cheol 🫠🫠🫠 https://twitter.com/yourscompietely/status/1664727663750295553?s=46&t=-M95tJ5hXqBg8X7CbBlW4A

03:26 — SEUNGCHEOL

🔞 nsfw link 🔞

nonny i literally have cheol on an unofficial request ban on this blog rn bc he's oversaturating my masterlist but [shakes fist] you're crazy 🥹🥹🥹

thinking about cheol, who pulls you in for a sweet kiss after a long day that's chock-full of schedules. you can feel just how tired he is from the way he practically collapses into your arms, whining about how his job pays less than it's worth.

cheol, whose innocent touches still burn against your skin despite your lover being too exhausted to start anything.

cheol, who eventually picks up on the way you keep pressing your thighs together while watching a movie to help wind down in bed.

you're practically squirming in his grasp, and when he quietly slips a hand between your thighs to confirm his suspicions, he finds you wet and wanting between your flimsy pajama shorts.

that's how you end up with your body flattened against the bed—holding in your embarrassing moans as your thoughtful boyfriend diligently fucks you prone bone.

"baby's been needing me all this time?" cheol laughs quietly — the slow drag of his length in and out of your fluttering walls an unusual sensation. you're used to him just railing you into the next life, not this. "'m tired as hell but if my pretty baby needs my cock, then i'll gladly give it to you."

you try not to lose your mind from the sensation of his girth bullying past your small hole—each pass of his engorged cock spreading your pussy lips wider and wider. you just know you've already soaked his dick with your sticky arousal, but cheol delights in the sloppy sound of your cunt swallowing him whole anyways.

"god, love this pussy so much," he groans — miraculously maintaining the lazy cadence of his strokes. "sweet thing, you feel so fuckin' good around my cock. always so needy and tight for me. you want my cum that badly? had to come onto me when i'm so tired already?"

part of you wants to talk back and say, if you're so tired then why are you balls deep inside me anyway? but the argument melts away when you feel cheol take his fat dick out of your warm cunt — a pathetic mewl stuck in your throat like an automatic response.

"cheol," you whimper, pride be damned. "want your cock. want your cum. been wanting it all day..."

he laughs breathlessly as he fucks his cock in a tight fist — eyes trained on the mess he's made between your thighs. your skin glistens with your own slick and he nearly creams himself at the thought of how much messier it'll be once he dumps his load inside your needy cunt.

"so that's why you couldn't sit still," cheol teases, biting his lower lip as he continues pumping his length in his hand. "go ahead, baby. take all of my cum. sweethearts like you deserve as much."

he nearly moans at the sight if you arching your back to push your ass further against him. cheol slides his cock against your soaked folds the moment his orgasm hits — skin prickling with bliss even as the head momentarily slips against your clit instead of sliding back into the velvet heat of your walls.

cheol recovers in an instant. he fucks his cum further into your sloppy pussy with the vigor of someone that's definitely not exhausted after a long day. the lewd squelch of your mixed arousal churning with every powerful thrust rips such a pretty moan out of your lips, cheol starts to consider fucking you like this more often.

"you like it like this, huh?" he murmurs quietly, loving the way your entrance is coated in a thick layer of his cum. "you close, baby? i can feel you fluttering around me. come on, you can do it. 'course my pretty baby can milk my fucking cock like a good girl."

cheol says the words so filthily that you end up pressing your forehead further into the mattress as he rearranges your insides with his thick cock. when your walls finally squeeze around him like a vice, cheol spills another load inside your quivering cunt — giving you everything you've been wanting all day and more.

just when you thought the two of you were done for the. night, your boyfriend starts pumping his length again — willing his silly refractory period out of existence before he prods his cock against the swell of your ass again.

"i thought you were tired," you groan.

with a cheeky smile, he slides back home into your messy cunt, intent on painting your walls with the white of his essence.

"never too tired for you, baby."

[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

~

isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

~

That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

~

isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

~

"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

-

After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

[merakiui]

Meraaaaaa Geppie has been holding me trapped in a brainrot lately...

Insatiable Geppie who gets soooooo damn horny and pussy drunk!

"I'm sorry dear! I'm sorry darling! Pleaseese let me go for another round! I'm sorry I got hard again! You just look so cute like this... You'll let me go for another round right?"

(It wasn't a question, you don't have a choice.)

Man is gonna go for his 15th round tonight <3 he is just soooo horny! His horniness could be compared to a teen boy who just discovered a p*rn magazine, but unlike a teen boy, our man Geppie has a stupid amount of stamina! His libido is absolutely unmatched, he works out regularly so his fitness strengthens his sex drive even more!

I bet Geppie has been so pent up these past few years, he wasn't aware on how pent up he was until he met Darling <3 oh so very cute and breedable! He is just horny gripping! He apologizes soooo much but he isn't really sorry if that soppy cunt is begging for more!

You can yell no! Or tell him to stop, but he will pretend he can't hear and continues~ he is insatiable!

"Geppie go for any longer and I will die~ it's hurting Geppie! Geppie stop I'm tired!" You whine.

"Shhh shhh one last round honey(it won't be), you can do that for me can't you?" He just coos the entire time... It felt kinda patronising. Your cries fall on deaf ears.

You probably won't be conscious during after care, but he gets really soft! (As long as his dick stays soft and his balls are emptied) he will run a bath for you and treat you gently. Get angry all you want once you wake up, he will apologize profusely but we all know he would do it again...

Hmmm maybe a Yandere Gepard? Who only comes out after dating.... Yan!Geppie who ignores your safeword and babytraps you!?!

(⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

(btw Mera! Take care of yourself, stay hydrated!! Xoxo)

AAAAAAA IZUNA, YOU FEED ME TOO WELL OMG….. orz he gets the most pussy-drunk, and when he’s like this, dazed out of his mind and focused solely on making you feel good, seeing you cry from sheer pleasure, feeling you squeeze and tighten up around him each time you cum… he loves you so, so much; you’re just the sweetest, cutest darling he’s ever had the honor of loving!

I think, along with Gepard being so secretly horny after he’s fallen for you, that he gets so worked up over the smallest things. Like if you wear something modest. It shows no skin, isn’t tight, and is simply just comfortable on you. Maybe a sweater (even better: one of his sweaters, and it doesn’t matter what your height is because you’ll likely drown in it because he’s just so broad-shouldered and big, so the sweater looks oversized on you)!!! That has him horny gripping so badly omg. Gepard thinks about that all day during his patrols and near the end he’s insatiable. He can’t wait to get home and fuck you while you wear his sweater.

He’s probably preferential to missionary. I feel like it’s his favorite position because it’s just so romantic and sweet and intimate to him. That and fucking you on your side from behind so he can wrap his arms around you and hold you close against his chest. <3 he has so much stamina and since he’s only just fallen in love and started having sex at his age he’s so ready to explore every inch of you and more!!

Regarding Gepard who becomes yandere after dating!!!!! He was the model boyfriend for so long, albeit a little awkward at times. But he’s just so sweet and doting. He cares about you immensely and is the perfect husband material. You’ve been dating long enough that Gepard thinks it would be okay to propose you live with him from now on. And miraculously, you agree! He’s so happy that he helps with the entire process, easily assisting with packing your things away into boxes and lifting and carrying them to wherever you need them to go. He can’t wait to start living with you! And maybe soon he’ll propose… he has the ring; he just needs to wait for the right moment.

He’s always thought of starting a family. It’s lingered in his mind whenever he looks at you and sees you doing anything domestic or anything you’re particularly fond of. He imagines you passing your hobbies onto the children, all of them seated at your feet while you sit in a rocking chair, pregnant with another child, and teach them how to draw or crochet or write or anything else you find fun in doing often. It’s such a vivid picture in his mind that he absolutely must make a reality! Gepard realizes that since you’re still young you’ll likely be very fertile and so he hopes that it’ll only take a few rounds until you eventually, hopefully, fall pregnant.

Even if you’re squirming under him, telling him to pull out, using the safe word, whimpering that you’re scared and don’t want him to cum inside, that it isn’t a safe day, he can’t help it. You’ll have to forgive him. He’s just so in love with you, so drunk on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock, so infatuated with the idea of a domestic life, of a house full of children, of becoming a parent alongside you. He’ll be the best father! He’ll help you with each and every pregnancy! There’s nothing to be scared of. Geppie’s here to take care of you, so there’s no need to cry. But then you’re crying because you’re so happy, right? Because you want this, too.

[d1s1ntegrated]

basilica

tomura shigaraki

cw: religious trauma, religious motifs/themes/imagery, catholicism, defiling of the church, angst, hurt, slightly ooc

a/n: just a short angry religious trauma post drabble bc i'm feeling a type of way rn and it kinda sucks lol. sorry for projecting this onto u tomura i love u

try reading with the song! it adds a layer to the writing i feel honestly is kind of important

Tomura wanted to cry. Wanted to scream in anguish, beg and plead for a miracle or a sign from a God, any God. But the pews of the rotted church served little to sanctify him as he crumbled each one with an angry fist. Shaking fingertips dug into the deep grooves in the mahogany and crumbled them into forgotten prayers. Scattered pages of proverbs and psalms littered the marbled tiles, and the sun rays twinkled in through the ornate stained glass, reminding him just how small he was against the hands of God. There was no God here- only Him, and He alone could stand the tides of change with a battering ram for a heartbeat. It hurt, it hurt so badly, to be forgotten and known all at the same time. Who was he? Tenko Shimura, the sweetened cherub boy, with scraped kneecaps and bruised elbows? No, never. It was a dream, a softened hymn that only time knew the words to. Now he stood, an adult in the eyes of society- though his body never felt quite big enough to be- Tomura Shigaraki. A man, a disciple of the Feared One, a machine created to destroy. And destroy he would. Starting here.

He didn't believe in God. He didn't follow the practice of any one religion, especially not the Catholic Church. Hell, the fact that there was even a church to find out here was a one in a million shot- they weren't exactly few and far between in the cities, but the Catholic population in Japan was a small decimal compared to Shintoism or Secularism. But for this moment, he felt it was best to be in here. A lot of western media he had consumed over the years painted church and Christianity as some all-consuming Light, like this is where miracle happened. Well, the only miracle here was that Tomura even set foot inside.

Every step pressed another layer of dust into the deep red runner up to the sanctuary. The altar remained pristine as he caught his breath, his throat tight and dry. The sound of his thumping heart swelled in his ears and head, the pressure reminiscent to being underwater. Looking up, the height of the cathedral shrank him down to atoms. It felt like a mockery. Like even God was reminding him he was small.

Small. Tiny. Pitiful.

Each word of arrogance against him made his blood turn darker, thinner, rushing through his veins as he grasped at the elegant pillars, dragging himself to the ground with a gasping cry, so that he fell to his knees at the altar rails, his tired bloody eyes locking with the adorned chancel, and the poignant, giant statue of the Son, hung plainly in front as if to scream "I'm here, too".

He felt more alone at this revelation, that human faithlessness was so overlooked because of sin, that people like him weren't meant to be here not because of their trouble finding faith, but for their lack of it. That he too would be damned because he chose not to find light in God, and instead found his own way of safety through destruction and chaos and everything Sensei had taught him. His own scripture, signed in viscera, torn at the edges. It wasn't his fault no one taught him to believe, but it was damn sure his fault he didn't seek it for himself- and he felt it, now, as Mother Mary's half-lidded gaze held above his wakened frame as if he were a pestilence on this world that God created.

Was he in the wrong for keeping his head low? Should he hang it high, be grateful for the hands that supposedly formed him and molded him? This, Tomura knew, was the entire reason behind his aversion to faith. Because he needed someone to listen, and not a single ear fell for him. Not even Sensei cared enough to listen to his alleged son, his pride and joy as some called it. He felt neither prideful or joyous when face to face with him, instead it was a sinking, sorrowful feeling, that could best be described as grief. Grief for his old life, or for the new one he failed to perfect for himself, his Sensei, his friends- try as he might, he was just so small here, and could do only so much.

Church was a last-ditch effort to feel something. Anything. His time was low, and the unfortunate arms of fate were every turning and chiming, reminding him that his goal was only so far. It was seconds away, he felt as he could reach out and grasp it- but he was too well trained, he knew better than to reach out to the things he really wanted, in fear he would destroy it all in the blink of an eye. Not even Gods hands could hold him now, though, as he pretended to pray for one last chance.

His hands pressed into the cold tile and he felt the ground beneath him rumble, his body quaking and splintering in wretchedness, the power lifting him entirely. The pure white turned a murky grey as they shattered and cracked under him, the giant spires atop the roof even quivered at the desolation. And as he screamed, as his throat burned in anger, poor Mother Mary fell to the ground from her pedestal, an ironic display. The caricature of fallen angel, in the house of God, airing his grievances to no one but marble and blood wine, he stood. Destroying it all.

Not in the name of God, but the name of Tomura Shigaraki. Because there was no God that could ever come close to being this angry.

[bleue-flora]

You're so right it's so rude of me to forget about Punz

I am sadly sick with silly idea disease right now so I'm spinning the kids getting on the dsmp in my head rn

(First of all, C!Dream immediately glaring at C!Techno and C!Phil when he realizes that you just told the kids everything????)

(He suddenly understands how C!Tommy got like that a lot more)

I imagine the kids would extra love C!Dream (and probably C!Techno but he's terrible with kids and they know from their own Techno that he gets overwhelmed by people quickly) because he has a big cool cape they can hide under. P!Tommy says he looks like batman

C!Dream builds carves a quick room for nap time in a mountain and when someone goes to check on them they find C!Dream passed out and several kids napping under his cape like baby chicks hiding under their mom's wings

(Okay, also silly ideas: P!Punz pointing at C!Dream super excited because his best friend is gonna be the coolest person in the world, P!Sam trying to put on a brave face and protect C!Dream from other adults when he sees he's uncomfortable, any time any adult gets too angry or shouty the kids will side eye them an ask if they need nap time)

Okay that's it *explodes*

P!Punz being protective of c!Dream for some reason is so funny to me. I imagine p!Dream, p!Punz and p!Sam watch all the superhero movies and stuff including The Avengers and Arrow. So even though they were too young to see c!Dream when he was bleeding out into the table, they still put together a rough picture of what happened (lots of scars like Oliver Queen -> torture). But in general I imagine all kids younger than 13 (ya know PG13 lol) weren’t allowed to see c!Dream until he was properly healed and such, so they didn’t get the download on what happened. C!Dream would still be glaring at c!Phil and c!Techno because they let some of the kids see him so vulnerable and more or less told them everything.

Yeah c!Techno is not good with kids but they think his (backup cape - c!Dream refuses to return the one he left in prison something about finders keepers… damn children encouraging him to use kid logic…) cape and pig appearance is so cool. One afternoon Dream indulges the kids and builds a little bat cave in the mountain next to Ranboo’s house. It’s hard work though and eventually he gets tired and in need of a “batnap” forcing some of the younger ones to join him, they snuggle under the warm cape a little closer than is comfortable for Dream but he falls asleep anyways… it’s the first sleep he’s had in ages without a single nightmare. C!Phil and c!Techno make sure no one pounces on the group, p!Tommy does anyways. Understandably, c!Dream reacts badly to a kid attacking him and his baby chicks and ends up punching p!Tommy, breaking his nose. P!Tommy precedes to whine the rest of the day about how both Dreams are his “abusers”… both Dreams role their eyes, making p!Tubbo and p!Ranboo giggle.

P!Punz is pretty proud to have great taste of best friends in both worlds. C!Phil points out that c!Punz actually betrayed c!Dream, so p!Punz decides he shall take over his job as c!Dream’s bff. C!Dream finds it cute and his mannerisms make him miss c!Punz.

Both Dreams flinch at the sound of angry adults even if it’s not directed at them. Whenever the adults get angry p!Techno, p!Sapnap and p!George run off and hide while p!Dream stays put, ready but scared. P!Sam and p!Punz both know about p!Dream’s parental abuse in some manner and automatically go into protective mode whenever p!Dream looks even remotely uncomfortable around the adults. And after p!Sam notices c!Dream acting similarly, he starts taking a protective stance for him too. C!Dream finds it sweet even if sometimes his brain conjures imagines of c!Quackity killing p!Sam in seconds just to get to him, other times be thinks about how it should’ve been the his Sam, the Warden, standing over him protecting him…

[genshin-obsessed]

Can you imagine Itto, Thoma, and Gorou getting talked down on and their s/o just sucker punches the unfortunate soul?

♢ omg i've been wanting to do something like this for a while! like where the reader gets into a fight and they try to stop you! thank you for the request anon!! ^w^ ima have fun w this one ♢ husbands included: Itto, Thoma, Gorou ♢ extra: this probably gets worse toward the end, I refused to go to bed without finishing this and I'm so tired rn ;w;

You weren't one to pick fights with just anyone- you were quite the pacifist, actually. You avoided fights as much as you could, even if you were dealing with a heckler. Deciding that it would be better to ignore them than to get into a fight, you would ignore the worst of insults.

However, you were a pacifist, not a coward. There were a lot of people who would get those mixed up.

♢ Arataki Itto ♢

"I-I wouldn't say I'm an idiot!" Itto laughed at the random woman insulting him, even though he was actually quite offended by her words. But he was a bigger man and she kinda looked like a tiny, frail woman. If he argued with her, people would surely turn on him.

"You're so annoying! Always running around in the streets, playing that stupid game of yours!" She yelled, her face slowly turning red. Itto awkwardly looked around to see the small crowd forming and his smile began to wither slowly. He needed to leave.

"Uh, ok, ok, I'll leave. Just stop yelling." He said, holding his hands up in surrender, still doing his best to keep that smile up.

"Don't touch me!"

"I didn't try to." He replied, taking a step back to give her room. You'd actually heard the entire exchange before you saw it, that's how loud she was. You pushed through the small crowd and put yourself between Itto and the woman.

"Listen, lady. You need to leave." You stated, your tone leaving little room for argument. But the woman tried regardless.

"Tell that idiot boyfriend of yours to start acting like an adult! I don't appreciate his stupidity!"

"I don't appreciate the way you're speaking to my boyfriend." You replied, crossing your arms. She was being extremely disrespectful and you were slowly becoming tired of her.

"Excuse me?"

"Leave him alone. You're starting conflict for no reason. No one else is bothered by him- just you." You replied, feeling the anger slowly building up with each word the woman spat.

"Well they're all stupid! Clearly, they're used to this buffoon doing whatever he wants! Like a child!" She said, her eyes shooting to Itto, who frowned and looked away.

"Come on, (y/n)..." he mumbled as he turned away. Normally, you'd leave with him but you had rarely seen Itto this upset.

"Apologize." You said, looking at the woman, however, since Itto wasn't looking at you, he thought you were talking to him. So, he slowly turned around and looked at the woman.

"Um, I'm so-"

"Not you. Her." Itto's eyes widened at your strict tone, realizing what you were insinuating.

"Huh? He was the one being obnoxious! Why would I apologize?" She asked, with a loud scoff.

"Apologize." You repeated, but your tone was lower... threatening. The woman was taken aback but chose to glare at you and scoff as a reply.

"Screw you. Both of you! He's just a stupid, obnoxious oni! Who knows what he's up to! He could hurt us like those stupid blue ones!"

"Hmph." Without a second thought, you took one step forward and punched her right in the face. The woman immediately hit the ground and laid there, unable to move for a bit. Her eyes widened as she looked up at you, holding her jaw that ached so badly.

"(Y/n!)" Itto yelled, immediately wrapping his arms around you in an attempt to restrain, though you had no intentions to hit her again.

"Do not ever speak about Itto like that again." You growled.

"W-we need to go!" Itto said as he quickly pulled you away.

---

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up.

"I don't think I did anything wrong."

"I mean... you did hit her."

"She hurt your feelings." Itto didn't deny your words and just looked at you, a very small smile gracing his face.

"Thank you..."

Safe to say that woman NEVER even looked at Itto again.

♢ Thoma ♢

Thoma was a very sweet man who looked to help whoever needed it. He was kind, understanding, helpful, and quite talented in taking care of people. He just had this sweet, comforting air about him. So, it was very shocking when Thoma came across someone who... hated him. Thoma was used to rude people, but this guy was just crazy.

"You! Get the hell away from my woman!" A man yelled, pulling his supposed woman behind him. Thoma was extremely confused at first, not even realizing the man was talking to him.

"Huh? Me?" The man growled in response, as if offended that Thoma lack of understanding his own transgression.

"Yeah! I saw you ogling my woman!" He insisted, making Thoma shake his head slowly.

"Um, no, I wasn't. I was talking with my partner here." Thoma said as he gestured to you. "This is my romantic partner and I'm 100% dedicated to them."

"Yeah, well my woman said you were looking at her inappropriately. Are you calling her a liar?" The man asked, crossing his arms. Thoma stared before nodding.

"Yes. Because I wasn't looking at her." He said simply, which only made the man angrier. The woman behind him scoffed and covered herself as if Thoma was gawking at her. You were standing there quietly, watching the man and woman extremely closely. You knew they were lying, but you wanted to see how far they would take it.

"How dare you?!" The man pulled his fist back to swing and Thoma was ready, but before either could make a full move, you swiftly kicked the man in the chest, sending him into the woman who stood behind them; both falling to the ground with heavy thuds.

"Don't accuse my boyfriend of doing something he didn't do." You said, staring down at both of them with a threatening stare.

"(Y-y/n)," Thoma stuttered as he quickly grabbed your arm to pull you back in the event you continued your assault. However, you were done. Just that one move was enough to send a message to both of them. "We should leave."

---

You didn't reply as you walked away with Thoma right by your side. The walk back was silent and Thoma wasn't sure what to say.

"Are you ok?" He asked, looking down at you.

"Are you ok?" You countered, making him sigh and nod.

"Yes... thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did. I couldn't allow those two to insult and falsely accuse you. No one can do that." Thoma couldn't help but smile at your words. It felt nice to be protected. Really nice.

Best believe those two never bothered him or you again.

♢ Gorou ♢

Gorou wasn't really used to people always talking back to him. He was a general after all, any orders he gave out were usually taken and completed with little to no complaint. It especially wasn't normal for someone to just insult Gorou and NOT face a type of punishment.

But regular life wasn't like a military force. If someone didn't like Gorou, he couldn't just make them do physical activity. He just had to take it, even if he didn't like.

You and Gorou were just taking a walk through Inazuma city, talking about an upcoming date when you saw a stick fly by Gorou's head. He swiftly dodged it and looked toward where it came from. There stood two men, smirking at you two.

"Fetch." One of them said before the two burst out laughing. Gorou's hand tightened around yours and he let out a scoff before turning away.

"Let's go." He mumbled as he turned to walk the other way, but the hecklers called out to him.

"You're not leaving already, are you?" The man followed slowly, knowing that you and Gorou would stop at his words. "Come on, general Gorou."

Gorou just sighed and kept walking, but the two troublemakers weren't done. They followed you two, just throwing annoying phrases and insults your way.

"Gorou-"

"No," he said, interrupting you, "it's fine. We just need to ignore them." You could tell Gorou was upset, but he couldn't just go attacking people and abuse his rank like that. He'd probably end up facing so many issues just because he chose to fight them.

"General! Do you bark?"

That was where you drew the line. You came to an abrupt stop, yanked your hand away from Gorou and stomped back toward the two men. They didn't seem bothered in the least as you walked over to them with Gorou chasing behind you.

With no hesitation, you kicked the tallest one and when he bent down a bit instictively, you took your chance to punch him. He fell over, unconscious. Before his friend could run away, kicked him right in the chest, sending him to the ground.

"If you bark for me, I'll stop hitting you." You said to the one who wasn't unconscious. He stared up in terror as you stalked closer, making him crawl back as fast as his body would let him.

Before your wrath could go any further, Gorou immediately wrapped his arms around you to restrain you and pulled you away.

"No! Don't hurt them!" As much as Gorou wanted to do that, he knew it was wrong. However, deep down inside, he felt so happy when you took them down in seconds.

---

"They deserved it, Gorou." You reminded as the two of you were walking back to your home. He was silent the entire time, probably still thinking about those awful comments made to him.

"I know... thank you..." he said quietly as he took your hand, squeezing it tightly. Very tightly. You knew their words really upset Gorou but he was happy to have someone like you at his side. Someone who wouldn't let the world talk down to him, no matter what.

[mymarifae]

I'd like to ask Aventurine for the character bingo

the crowd yearns for kakavasha... me too man

to elaborate on some of these boxes:

- i'm going to go ahead and boldly assume that the penacony arc is very much not the last we've seen of aventurine and he's going to show up more in the future. and he'll be like. important to the progression of the story again. you never know though. hoyoverse is really stupid. hence the golden '?'s

- so like. i've come to really adore ratiorine, but holy shit the way this fandom has reduced aventurine (and veritas too but this ain't about him rn) to ship fodder 😭 like. aventurine exists outside of his interactions with veritas. he has relationships with other characters. i'm really tired of the way some people frame veritas' note as the one thing that saved him from sinking into the nihility like... bro he wouldn't have even looked at the damn thing if acheron hadn't talked him off the metaphorical ledge and reminded him it was still in his pocket!!!!! and like, why do you think veritas just left him with the note instead of loudly hinting at him to look at it right then and there? it would have saved him the trouble of having to go and nearly kill himself. probably. maybe. idk he would have had the opportunity to rework his plan at least. but!!!!

veritas was respecting aventurine's independence and autonomy. he knew he couldn't just swoop in and provide him with all the answers and "save" him. not only would it be poorly received (like aventurine is EXTREMELY protective of his independence and autonomy; for much of his life, things have been entirely out of his control, and now that he has [some of] that control back he's not about to let it go, and if you block him from doing something, even if it's for his own safety and well-being, he'll Lash Out. Badly), but also it would mean aventurine leaves penacony without learning anything. and he'll ultimately pull the exact same stupid reckless suicidal stunts until something does finally kill him. if anyone was going to save anyone here, it had to be aventurine saving himself. nothing else would make the lesson stick

idk. like, aventurine is just so fiercely independent. he doesn't need veritas to pick up the shards of all his insecurities and traumas and piece him back together. he doesn't want veritas to do that. he wants to do it himself. i think he probably needs a really good hug and he deserves to learn what it's like to be cared for again, but he's not a fragile delicate little thing that needs to be babied

- ^ on that note, what i mean by "it's complicated" is like... he's not a horrible person but he's not exactly the most innocent perfect victim. he has a reputation throughout the universe for being cunning and dangerous and manipulative and it's very much deserved lol. there's a lot of gray here, in his sense of morality. a lot of it is probably born from the fact that he just stopped caring after he earned his stoneheart title and discovered he was too late to exercise any of his newfound power to help the people he wanted the power to help, but like. he's a grown ass man. he's pulled more than one shady stunt. The Babying, man 😭 i'm sick and tired

- and! i adore every part of his design except for how pasty white he is. this man should have been brown. this is another point for the "done dirty by fans" because not nearly enough people are willing to deviate from canon to give him brown skin lol

[aceviscontiswife]

on my knees rn for part 2 of the ‘hooked’ deathslinger fic plsss🥺🙏🙏

Hooked (2) || Caleb Quinn

AHHHH I have been wanting to do this forever, this request was exactly what I needed to convince me!

Afab Reader! Warnings: blowjob, Caleb calls you a slut, pretty much this entire thing is nsfw.

Part 1

"Now, how about you return the favor?"

You weren't sure how much more of this you could handle. Your body was tired, but the pulsing sensation in your core only told you how badly you needed more. You knew what Caleb wanted, and the lustful, dominant fire in his eyes had you falling to your knees in front of him. Your legs were wobbly, your hands gripping Caleb's thighs to support yourself.

"Y' look beautiful like that, sweetheart; on your knees like the little slut I always knew you were." His words were enough to make you moan quietly, the quiet sound followed by a surprised gasp as Caleb grips your hair in his hand and pulls you forward until your face was only inches away from his cock. It was slick with your juices from earlier, as well as the precum that was already dripping down Caleb's shaft. Your mouth was open slightly, your tongue running across your lip as you wrap your hand around Caleb's thick shaft and pump his cock at a teasingly slow pace.

"Fuck... Y' better not be playing with me, doll." Caleb warns, his hand--which was still tangled in your hair, tugging just hard enough to elicit a whine from your slightly parted lips. You knew better than to test your luck, but the urge to tease Caleb until he broke down completely was just so tempting.

Caleb had already had his fun, it was your turn now.

For now, you comply with Caleb's unspoken demands, starting with a light kiss on his tip. Caleb groans, precum leaking from his slit- which you're quick to lick up, savoring his taste on your tongue. "Jesus- y/n... G-Get to it, already." Caleb hisses through clenched teeth, clearly trying as hard as he could to hold himself back. Glancing up at the killer, you could see the desperation in his eyes, in the way his hips bucked each time you ran your tongue over his tip... Despite Caleb being much stronger than you, a literal murderer, you had never wanted to break someone more than you did right now.

You wrap your lips around the tip of Caleb's cock, earning a quiet grunt from him as his hips jerk up. The hand holding your hair immediately pushes your head down, forcing more of Caleb's cock into your mouth. Tears brim in your eyes as Caleb pushes your head down further, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Shit... takin' me so well, knew you could handle me." Caleb growls. A single tear manages to escape and roll down your cheek as your eyes squeeze shut. Caleb notices this, your struggle only furthering his arousal. He chuckles, his tone dripping with mockery, but you took note of the way Caleb loosened the death grip he had on your hair.

"My dick's so good you're crying? I'm flattered, sweetheart." Caleb's words were like fuel to the fire in your core, your hand leaving his thigh to rub at your throbbing clit, a moan escaping you and sending a vibrating sensation down Caleb's shaft. Caleb moans loudly at the sudden feeling, tossing his head back as an unbridled groan left his lips. His hips jerk up; you could tell Caleb was getting close.

"Goddamn baby girl- Do that again. Now." Caleb's tone was demanding, but beneath his commands you could hear a desperation you've never heard from Caleb before. Pleading, begging... All because of you. God, you wanted to ruin this man even more. One of the entity's killers; tall, terrifying, melting from your touch.

You rub at your clit harder, overstimulating the already sensitive bundle of nerves and causing you to moan again. Caleb can barely speak as you moan around him once more, finding his words just in time to warn you that he was-

"Fuck- cumming-!" You didn't have much time to prepare yourself before Caleb shoots his load down your throat, his hand keeping your head pressed against him as he shoves his cock as deep into your mouth as it will go. He was practically fucking his seed down your throat. Your eyes roll back, tears of ecstacy and struggle streaming down your cheeks and dripping down onto your chest. Once Caleb was satisfied, he pulls your head off of him, brushing your hair with his fingers in a way that seemed almost too soft for the killer. Through his exhausted pants, Caleb chuckles. He brings his free hand to wipe away your tears, looking down at you with those piercing white eyes of his. Caleb speaks up in a low tone; his words spoken in a way that, even though no one else was around, they were meant for your ears only.

"God, y/n... y' got me hooked on you."