#it had no pressure sensitivity and now was the only time i actually used this software with it

[writingismygame]

Random Headcanons I have for the Straw Hats

Luffy: Emotionally Intelligent. There's a reason he has so many allies and gains their trust. It's not just his strength it's also his influence on their emotions that develops those relationships. Most of the time he knows what his crew really needs or wants before they do and sometimes not even just his crew.

Zoro: I feel like he actually has a great fashion sense. If I was going to get anyone to chose an outfit for me it would be him. I don't remember seeing this man in an outfit that I didn't immediately like.

Nami: I think being part of the Straw Hats has been the first time in Nami's life where she has been able to openly express herself without fear of other's reactions. She can be her complete self and depend on others. Which is why some of her reactions are sometimes over the top. She's remaking herself after a whole life time of trauma (not unlike everyone else in the crew).

Usopp: The two constants in his life were his mother and Kaya. Then when his mother died Kaya was it for him. She's the only one who treated him as an equal. I think this is a big reason for his lies, he wants someone to be there for him but the only way it used to happen was by him pretending to be more interesting then he was, or by pretending the town was in danger (/ that his dad was coming back). Now that he's found a family he's not as big of a liar as he used to be.

Sanji: We all know that Sanji cares a lot about the crew and food. He knows everyone's favorites (duh he's the chef), but I think he is also very sensitive to how people react to the food he gives them. What I mean by that is he's always observing people when they eat his food. Sanji would 100% know and notice if someone didn't like the food or if they had aversions to it. He might ask about it, but he'd most likely make specific meals more attuned to whoever had issues with the food without bringing attention to it. He's a chef if his food isn't making you happy and you're not enjoying it, he has a duty to fix it.

Chopper: Chopper isn't the best with compliments because for most of his life he felt unlovable. He was exiled by his family, blamed himself for killing the man who took him in, and Dr. Kureha is rough around the edges and is more action based than word based. He 100% only started receiving compliments commonly and realized he was lovable when he joined the Straw Hats.

Robin: Definitely thought of herself as a walking omen up until the Enies Lobby Arc. Gives the best hugs. I will take no arguments. 10/10 hugs. The perfect amount of pressure and will hug for as long as you want.

Franky: You can have the most interesting conversations with him. Like I do not see this man having a boring conversation. He can get deep and philosophical too. You could ask him anything and everything nothing is off limits for him.

Brooke: Doesn't like being alone. Kinda obvious, but it shows more often when one of the straw hats is about to be alone. He's usually the first to offer to go somewhere to keep someone company. Being alone for years messed him up and he will do whatever it takes to keep the crew from experiencing that.

Jinbei: Gives the best advice. He has done mostly everything. He's lived a full life. Brooke is older, but I think Jinbei has more experiences under his belt. While you go to Franky for a good and interesting convo. You go to Jinbei when you need a confidant. He keeps your secrets when it matters, and will give you one of those pats on the back and maybe a hug afterward. I think he gives good hugs but also like he's not the biggest hugger. Like he's down to give them out, but he's not the first to offer. He'll say yes if you ask him for one.

[thedawner]

Messy Hopper doodle started in Corel Painter Essentials 2 then finished in a mixture of PS, Rebelle and Procreate.

A Bug’s Life fanart.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

thinking abt film prof!toji eating you out in his little office... you had been on his mind for the whole entire day, the hunger inside him so irritating that he had no other chance to break your little rule of not doing anything in public.

now down on his knees and between your thighs, he’s messy being and he’s being sloppy – he’s got your slick running down his chin as he fucks you with his tongue, and his glasses keep fogging up from the way he keeps burying his face into your warm cunt. he’s like a starved beast, devouring you as if you’re the last meal he’ll ever get to eat. 

his nose bumps against your swollen clit and you throw your head back and bite at your own fingers to keep your moans at bay and toji tightens his grip on your legs to keep you from squirming away from him. 

with your free hand, you tug at his roots and it only makes things worse for you because the action makes toji groan into you and the vibrations that sends all over your body are so intense that your eyes go cross. 

voices coming from the hallway fall deaf to your ears, your mind solely set on your sweet professor’s tongue. he moves his whole head, not just the muscle, and soon enough you’re guiding him just the way you like with the hand in his hair. you can’t keep your hips still either, grinding into him every time you push him against you. and he lets you do it. 

he lets you do it all. 

toji isn’t ashamed to get on his knees, nor is he ashamed to let you use him for your own pleasure – despite the fact that it was his aching cock that got the two of you into his situation, he’s more than willing to forget about his own needs as long as he knows that you’re feeling good. 

he loves the way your brows furrow and he loves the way your chest rises and falls. he loves to watch beads of sweat form on your forehead and he loves to watch you try and muffle your moans. he loves the way your body keeps on twitching and he loves the way you keep clenching around him. 

and he fucking loves the way you taste. 

his cock throbs under the layers of clothing, just begging to be set free but toji refuses to take his hands off of you. he’d rather suffer from actual blue balls than to give you any less attention than you deserve. his boxers are ruined with his pre-cum, his balls full and heavy, as he gets off on the mere sight of you. he reckons he’s never been this fucking hard before, better yet this close to cumming untouched, and he’s sure you’ve actually bewitched him. not that he’s complaining though. 

you make him feel alive. 

hell, he’d go to fucking war for your pretty little smile. 

when you give his roots a particularly rough tug, he knows you’re close. so, he lets go of one of your thighs and brings it to your pussy instead; latching his lips around your sensitive clit, he sucks on the nub while lining up his two digits with your weeping hole. the face you make when he pushes them in is fucking priceless – your lips part in a silent moan, your eyes screwing themselves shut as you approach your high.

using his middle and ring finger, the professor makes a wave-like motion inside you and suddenly there's a weird type of pressure building inside you, making your eyes shoot wide open again.

“ah! fuck– wait!” your broken whines are like music to his ears. “gonna– gonna make a mess!”

you paw at his head in a weak attempt of making him back away but to no avail, if anything he presses himself even closer – his fingers are so deep that they’re touching places you didn’t even know about and his lips are so soft and his tongue so warm and skilled and the band in your tummy gets tighter and tighter with every passing second. 

toji takes his mouth off of you for only a fraction of a second. “make a mess then, doll, c’mon.” 

your glassy eyes meet his dark, lust-filled green ones and the determination pooling in them is the last push you need to finally unravel. your back arches off the chair and you can’t hold back the loud moan that forces its way out from the depths of your lungs. toji’s shirt gets completely soaked when you squirt all over him but he doesn’t stop. the liquid seeps through the flimsy material and he can feel it on his skin, and fuck, is it hot. 

a tear runs over the apple of your cheek and toji itches to kiss it away. your lip wobbles as you writhe in utter bliss, mind all hazy from the overstimulation. as the wave of pleasure flows through you, the exhaustion finally settles in, making you drop your hand from his hair. but before it can go any further, toji takes it into his. with his arm still under your thigh, he just presses it into your side and just keeps it there.

he helps you ride out your orgasm and the thought of not stopping, of going further, floods his brain – he wants to make you do that again, he wants you to make an even bigger mess but the clock on the wall behind you is clicking awfully close to his next class and he can’t put either of you at any more risk.

hesitantly, he pulls his fingers out of you and tears his eyes from you to look at your abused hole. he groans at the sight of it and then he’s already leaning forward to get one final taste. swallowing a whimper, you do your utmost best to stay still and to let him have his little reward. 

he pushes himself off the ground, grinning from ear-to-ear with pride blooming in his chest as he looks at your disheveled form. biting your lip, you reach for him but are barely able to ghost your fingers over his bulge when he’s stopping you.

“no, but… ?” 

toji’s scarred lips smash against yours in a sloppy, haste kiss. and then he’s pulling away again. 

“y’gonna suck me off while i give class, hm?” he teases while brushing some damp stray hairs from your forehead.  

“i would.”

… 

toji’s heart stutters – no, it fucking stops working for a few good seconds. he stares at you with his lips parted and you get to watch in real time how the tips of his ears grow red again. 

“don’t– don’t fuckin’ say that.” he grumbles at you, averting his gaze. “shit.”

you laugh at his reaction but don’t let him go away too far, tugging on his belt loops to bring him back. “yours or mine, professor?”

“mine, hm? i’ll make ya something to eat.”

cocking a brow you tease him a bit more, unable to let any of the opportunities go to waste. “like real food or… ?”

he gives you a real professor-like look and you boop his nose. he lets you do as you wish but then he’s wrapping his fingers around your wrist. “real food.”

“okay.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

there’s a moment of silence between you. the most comfortable kind. neither of you look away from each other’s eyes, smitten and a bit giddy. excited. 

“go change your shirt now, mister.” 

you poke a finger at his chest and almost cringe at the big wet stain you’ve given him. “wait, do you just have a change of clothes here with you?”

“no.”

you cock a brow. “no?”

“sukuna– i mean, mr. sukuna, will bring me something.”

“what the hell will you even tell him?”

“spilled my water.” toji’s voice is calm as ever, deep and raspy, and all you want to do now after he’s been so good to you, is to cuddle with him. “don’t worry about it, doll, yeah?” with a nod and a quiet hum, you comply. he leans to give you another kiss and an ass squeeze and then he’s bidding you goodbye with a smug grin as you straighten out your clothes and collect your belongings before making your way out of his office. you give him one last wave and disappear into the hallway, leaving toji standing there with a raging boner and a squirt-stained shirt. he is not complaining.

[velvetures]

Soap would be so fucking protective of you, and I can’t get it out my head. So now it’s your problem :)

You don’t like drinking? He’s the first to draw attention away from the lack of a beer bottle in your hand. Using that irresistible charm to woo everyone out of their questions and peer pressure to get you to join in. He sees how nervous it makes you. And he’s far too sensitive to your feelings to let it happen. Besides… he’s gotten really good at giving the right orders to bartenders, so that he can give you some fruity, soda-laden thing, that passes off as one of the other cocktails all your friends are nursing.

Uncomfortable family dinners? You know, that one where your least favorite uncle is oh-so-willing to give you shit for not going into the career all of them think you should’ve pursued? Oh hell no. Soap won’t spend one second thinking over whether it’s polite or not to speak up. He just does. Abandoning your mom’s casserole he’s been complimenting with a full mouth, just to look your bastard of an uncle in the face and tell him he’d be better off complaining to the business end of a pistol. At least then, he’d get a response that would shut him up for good.

That ex who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer? He’s as good as dead. Not that he’s instinctively jealous… because really, he knows better. It’s just the mere thought of someone taking advantage of your life. Of your time. He’s livid because you’re too special to be harassed like that. Treated like a game that can be picked up and put down whenever the mood arises. Soap won’t make a spectacle of it… but the monthly calls and texts suddenly stop after a while. And you think it’s because you finally broke down and changed your phone number a second time. But… that hadn’t stopped your ex the first time. Soap just shrugs. Giving the excuse that common sense might’ve given him a change of heart. Johnny just didn’t have the heart himself to tell you that ‘common sense’ didn’t have the chance. He was far quicker.

Soap had lived a life so uncomfortable for so long, that seeing a sweet thing like you experience it becomes intolerable. It’s as if all of the killing and destruction he’s committed was for nothing, when something -even trivial- blockades your walk through life. His nature is to fix the problem. And his training only enhanced the instinct to do it violently. Quick and controlled action, using brute force to make the world spin to your tempo. And god… you hate when he does it. Constantly reassuring him that you’re an adult. That you’re prepared for life not to be easy, and that it’s only going to make you stronger in the end.

He won’t hear it though.

He wants you soft. Desperately, actually. More of a requirement for his own happiness than anything. And often times he thinks that it’s selfish. That maybe he is truly robbing you of some experiences that might be good for you. Make the life you lead interesting for the kids and grandchildren you tell stories to. But then again, he’s so staunch in his ways, that it comes to fruition like muscle-memory. Placing you on your silken throne and taking a defensive stance in front of you like a medieval knight hellbent on keeping his royalty alive and well.

John MacTavish knows your place and it’s to be behind him. Right where he can protect and provide, without the fear of you crying or getting hurt by the seemingly endless amount of people who unfathomably don’t want the same things for you. They all say they love you… want the best… but he challenges it.

Every. Single. Time.

[xxsabitoxx]

Where JJK Men Are Sensitive

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Yuji, Megumi

Warnings: all characters are 18+, this is a smut headcanon post with various levels of lewd-content lol, proceed with caution... or not, I don't judge. I mean I'm the one who wrote it so...

A/N: tried a different style than how I did this with the Hashira lol. Thank you all for blowing up my "How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0" post! I was and still am absolutely floored with how quickly y'all blew it up!

Satoru Gojo

Satoru doesn’t tell you where he is sensitive because he wants you to figure it out through “exploration”. Given the fact that he is the Satoru Gojo, you jump on the offer to spend hours learning every inch of his body. You make a whole day out of it really, and it goes without saying that your endeavor was very, very successful. Sensitive and ticklish run a very thin line for Satoru and it is a line that is very easily blurred. Your first discovery was that he has a very sensitive neck. Something as small as your hands cupping the back of it was enough to have Satoru shivering in your embrace, whining a little into the kiss. You learned very quickly that one of his greatest weaknesses is your lips on his pulse, leaving faint bruises where you sucked. As your exploration continued, you found that Satoru was very reactive when you touched his chest. More specifically, you hadn’t expected him to moan the way he did when your tongue ran across his nipple by mistake. The noise that escaped him, paired with the visible twitch of his dick was enough for you to take the other between your thumb and pointer finger and pinch. The third discovery was that Satoru has particularly sensitive balls. Yep, that’s right, his fucking balls. You had given him head before, but you had never dared to touch him there since you weren’t sure how he would react. Since this was a “free-for-all” as Satoru put it, you gingerly cupped him and watched the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes were glued to his face as you massaged them, alternating your pressure to see how far you could take it before pleasure pushed the line and turned into pain. Turns out, they are sensitive but durable and well… he doesn’t mind if you’re a bit rough with him from time to time (all the time). 

Suguru Geto

Suguru refuses to let you figure out where he is sensitive until you catch him off guard one night and bind his wrists. Of course he can easily get out of them but he’s interested in indulging you because you look too damn cute when you think you’ve won. You’re pretty upfront with him about what you intend to do, which only makes him a little antsy as your fingers nimbly undo the rest of his clothing while you remain in nothing but his t-shirt. Suguru isn’t quite used to the roles being reversed but he’ll give it a try for you. The first sensitive point on his body that you discover is his ears, and it’s not because of his gauges. You actually avoid his earlobes all together, instead catching him by surprise as you sink your teeth into the shell of his ear. This earns a reaction neither of you expected, a low groan that vibrates his chest as you alternate the pressure of your nibbling before pulling away. Suguru’s cheeks are red now as you continue to explore various points on him, his dick painfully hard and sitting proudly against his abdomen as you work. The next spot is actually his sides, your fingernails scraping them has his body shivering in response. It seems some of Suguru’s sensitivity resides in the most random places, because you didn’t quite envision yourself laughing as you grazed your teeth down his side before biting softly and watching his back arch. By the time you reach his waist, Suguru is red in the face and panting, precum oozing steadily out of his tip and resting on his abdomen. He’s looking at you with blown out pupils, quietly begging you to touch him where it really “matters”, to which you shake your head. Suguru’s thighs are his other weakness, which you kind of figured since he always gets very fidgety when you sit on his lap or grind on it.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is a tough man to break down, but over the years you have located a few of his weak points. One of Nanami’s major weaknesses is his jaw/neck, more specifically when you’re kissing and sucking and biting there. There is something about the sensual drag of your teeth on his skin that has his composure dissolving. You know this of course, so you use it to get your way when Nanami is being a little too stubborn for his own good. This neck sensitivity goes a little further though, something as simple as adjusting his tie or fixing his collar will have Nanami shivering from your touch. You found another weak spot by mistake, turns out Nanami is rather ticklish when it comes to his Stomach. You had been riding him, initially placing your hands behind you on his legs to hold yourself as your hips rose and fell. But your back was getting sore and the angle was starting to get tiring, so you slowed and pushed yourself forward rather than leaning back. The moment your hands made contact with Nanami’s abs, he was gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. You initially thought you had hurt him by pressing down on him, but that worried thought disappeared the moment he gasped out for you to “not move” when you started to pull your hands away. You started paying a little more attention to his stomach shortly after that, just because you enjoyed the way he squirmed and fell apart. Unknown to you still is the fact that Nanami’s nipples are very sensitive. He keeps it hidden because he is utterly mortified by how turned on he gets from it. Even if your hand ghosts over them, even if he’s still fully dressed, the feeling has his face turning a deep shade of red. He knows if you figure this out, you’ll go out of your way to touch him there regardless of where you both are, and he just knows he won’t be able to stop the heat from flooding his face. 

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is pretty damn adamant that he has no “weak spots”. That’s up until your hand rests on the back of his slutty ass, tiny waist and he’s crumbling at the feeling. Something about your fingers on his skin has Toji losing his train of thought, he’ll stop mid-sentence if he feels your hands on his waist. Maybe it’s because of how intimate that one touch is, especially when you’re the one grabbing his waist and he’s not the one grabbing yours. Shiu likes to give Toji a funny look if you do this while in his presence, it’s typically one Toji ignores. To continue this “men with sensitive nipples” agenda I got going on, Toji will be putty in your hands the moment your lips wrap around one of his nipples. He’s utterly shameless when you start sucking and biting his chest, moaning and groaning while his hips buck into the air. You are mindful of how you straddle him solely because you don’t want to give him any sort of relief when you toy with him, hence his restless hips meeting empty air rather than your own. Toji’s rather embarrassed by how sensitive the head of his dick is, especially when you’re giving him head. Even the smallest of touches, the quickest tug, even the gentlest lick, will have his jaw going slack. You’re just as cruel as he is sometimes, deciding to focus all of your attention on the tip of his cock just to watch him struggle to clench his slack-jaw to try and hide his noises. You’ll have him coming in no time at all, making sure to be relentless in your teasing after the fact because he can be just as relentless with you when roles are reversed. A bonus spot is his balls, because why the fuck wouldn’t they be. He’s desperate to keep that one a secret but you are too damn observant to get anything by.

Sukuna Ryomen

Sukuna, sensitive? Nah, no fucking way. He is the only man on this list that can confidently say he doesn’t have a single point on his body that will have him crumbling if you touch it. The thing with Sukuna is that he will not let you have enough freedom to roam his body. You are his, but he is not yours. That’s not to say he’ll turn you down if you start sucking and kissing his jaw and neck, the gentle scrape of your teeth certainly do something to ease the tension in his shoulders. But that definitely doesn’t mean those spots are sensitive, nope, not even a little. Sukuna’s hips definitely don’t falter when you grind against his pubic bone while he has you stuffed to the brim with his cock. Oh and he absolutely can’t stand it when your nails rake his shoulders, specifically between his shoulder blades. The king of curses himself has NO weak points, I mean really he doesn’t. There is nothing you can do to get the curse to submit to you, and that’s just the facts. Sukuna definitely doesn’t groan when you do any of these things, he definitely doesn’t utter your name in a deep, warning rumble as you try and fuck with him. And he most definitely does not enjoy when you litter his skin with your own bite marks… just warning ya~

Yuta Okkotsu

Where isn’t this man sensitive? Yuta is pretty embarrassed about how easily he can fall apart under your touch, especially when you are holding his hips while you kiss him. Something about the way your fingers dig into his skin, as if trying to keep him close while he has his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Like he’ll disappear if you let him go, fuck it just get’s him going. Depending on where you are, Yuta will likely have you pinned to the wall the moment he feels your hands desperately clawing at his hips. You found out pretty quickly that Yuta’s hip sensitivity spreads down to his thighs. The moment your back hits the wall, Yuta is shamelessly shoving his leg between your thighs, spreading them for him as his knee hits the wall and his thigh is slotted snuggle against your heat. Yuta’s noises are relentless as your hips grind down on his thigh, the muscles tensing under your movements and only adding to the shared pleasure of it. You realize pretty fast that Yuta enjoys marking you, but that he also enjoys being marked. That goes hand in hand with his numerous sensitive spots. One time you actually bit his shoulder and he swore he could have come, completely untouched, right then and there. You’ll have his eyes nearly crossing if you rake your nails along his back, the stimulation your sex offers him paired with the ticklish/scratchy stimulation of your nails on his skin is enough to have him sobbing. Yuta will absolutely lose his mind if you bite his neck too, he gets off to being covered in your love bites. That being said, Yuta’s dick is just as sensitive, if not more sensitive than the rest of his body. When you first started having sex, you would tease him by saying you need to fuck more often so he can build his tolerance. Not that you mind having multiple short rounds, especially since he makes sure you cum Every. Single. Time. 

Yuji Itadori

Bless this man, he’s so touch starved that it’s impossible for him to not get the chills whenever you touch him. Yuji’s beyond sensitive, especially when it comes to your touch. Some of his most sensitive spots are actually pretty random and sometimes very specific. For example, just below his ear, that spot on your head where your jaw ends and your ear lobe nearly meet. You kissed him there once, a kiss placed among many, but that was the one spot that had him breathing out, begging you to do it again. So you did, kissing intently and sucking a bruise there until Yuji’s fingers were nearly bruising your waist. You learned his body pretty fast, finding that his chest was pretty sensitive as well, earning you pretty noises every time you so much as ran a finger down his sternum. He doesn’t particularly enjoy his nipples being toyed with roughly, that’s one area that’s more painful-sensitive rather than pleasurable-sensitive. But he doesn’t mind if you kiss them or lick them gently. He’s all for massages, especially when you have him on his stomach, your hands kneading the muscular flesh of his back until he’s shamelessly groaning as you work out the tense knots. But nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure your hands brought him when you began massaging the small of his back. It was enough to turn his groans into moans, goosebumps erupting over his flesh as he shivered uncontrollably. You listened to him, following the instructions he cried out for you to not stop, noticing the way he was grinding his hips into the mattress below you. The sight had been so lewd that you couldn’t make yourself stop even if you tried, dying to see how it all played out, dying to see if he’d make himself cum. Yuji adores it when you run your hands all over him, the feathery light, ticklish touches are enough to make his lips buck, cock twitching violently as he waits for you to do more to him. 

Megumi Fushiguro

Oh Megumi…Megumi Megumi Megumi. He takes after his fathers, not willing to admit he has any weak spots but also willing to let you try and find them. Contradictory but either way, you’re eager to know how to make the typically stoic man crumble. It came as a shock when you figured out one of his sensitive points within thirty seconds of climbing into his lap. Megumi’s thighs are very sensitive, even from something as simple as your weight settling on them. It also helps that the heat from your covered sex can be felt through the material of his clothes, your closeness only making it more apparent. You’ll use this information against him later on, especially on nights where you just want to get him worked up. Turns out Megumi’s neck is pretty ticklish, the mix of your soft lips and hair as well as your teeth gently grazing him is intoxicating. Megumi finds himself struggling to stifle his noises as you mark his neck up with as many love bites and bruises as you can before his self restraint runs thin and he gives up on this whole “locate the weak spots��� endeavor. Did I mention he takes after his fathers, cause he does. Megumi is mortified by this fact, but his balls are pretty damn sensitive. After an hour of making out and letting you feel him up, you finally reward him for his patience and give him head. He’d rather your sex but he’s too damn worked up to care at the moment, and your mouth is fucking perfect anyways. So, given that he’s let you have more leeway in the last hour than he has during any other of your sexual encounters, you take the liberty of cupping his sac as you wrap your lips around his tip. You nearly choked when he almost immediately spilled into your mouth, the hour of teasing had worked him up more than either of you anticipated and he had no strength left to mentally prepare for you doing something as bold as that. 

[luvrxbunny]

need

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Thigh Fucking

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv attempts, hurt pussy, some sad feelings, creampie(?)  (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.5k

A/N: *sulking in a corner* not proofread at all

He’s gotten used to it, the constant stabbing pain at the base of his stomach, the daydreams and fantasies that plague his every free minute. He’s more sensitive too, you can do anything and it’ll turn him on, make him hard, or raise a new fantasy for him to jerk off to later that night. He got used to waking up in the morning with a throbbing pain between his legs, or a cold wetness soaking his underwear. He got used to having to sneak away to the bathroom, lock himself in his office with his blinds pulled shut because you decided to drop by, or you made him lunch and left a note that was a bit too cute for him to handle. 

He never asked why you didn’t seem to have any sexual interest in him. He assumed that you either didn’t want him that way, or you weren't ready. So when you told him that the real reason was because you’re a virgin… His pain increased tenfold. All his fantasies, all the material he could think of late a night became visions of him taking your virginity, working his fat cock into your tight, unused, untouched, hole. It became a hindrance to his day, something he thought about more than he worried about canon events. He couldn’t get you out of his head, he didn't want to pressure you so he didn’t voice desperation, but it’s like you were trying to provoke him. 

You became more open, more okay with talking about sex, and your fantasies and asking him questions, voicing your curiosities. He found out that you actually think about him quite a bit, almost all the time apparently. There was an entire night, filled with a few blunts and alcohol where you spent hours, literal hours, telling him about all the fantasies you’ve had. You told him about your most used ones, all the ‘odd’ things that turn you on. He had to hide his boner, almost crushing his beer in his hand with how tense he was and his needs doubled again, turning his blood to molten lava.

Then you offered it to him, you came to him and told him you wanted him to be the one who takes your virginity, you wanted his cock to be the first to enter your special little cunt. He almost blacked out. He came at you like a frenzy that night, licking and sucking every part of your body before working you open and lining himself up with your precious hole. Only to find that he couldn’t fit. You couldn’t take all of him, he was able to get a quarter of his dick inside before tears were streaming down your face. You told him he could keep going, that you could take it but you were on the verge of sobbing, there wasn't one break in your stream of tears and this is not the way he wanted you crying on him. He pulled out against your will and spent the night comforting you, telling you it’s fine, that you can try again, as many times as you need… and that's what you guys did. 

It’s been about two months of trying to fit him inside you and it’s becoming unbearable. You guys try every other night, sometimes taking more time in between if you’re too sore or you guys are swamped at work. You guys haven’t done anything else in this entire period of time, wanting the next thing you do together, to be him taking your virginity. He agreed not realizing how long it would take. His hand is nowhere near sufficient anymore, no matter how he tries to pretend it’s yours- especially now that he’s had half his dick inside you. It’s a cycle of build-up, tease, Miguel comforting you, and no-release. 

You’re both pent-up. It’s another night of disappointment, you guys had gotten a little further this time, almost his whole cock and you began to think that this was it, Miguel was finally going to have your virginity. Instead, you tore. It was small, it didn’t even feel like much, a sharp burn at the base of your hole. You decided you would just power through, the burn was worth the fulfillment you’d feel at taking him all, at long last, having your boyfriend be completely connected with you, completely surrounded by you. But Miguel knew you were bleeding, there wasn’t enough that he could see it but he could smell the copper in the air and he forced you to stop. 

You fell asleep upset with yourself and listening to Miguel’s loving words, assuring you he’d rather you enjoy yourself than power through for him but you just felt like a failure. All your life you dreamed of losing your virginity to someone you love, someone who cares about you, someone who deserves it, and now that you’ve finally found that person, you can’t even give it to him. You’re too embarrassed to concede, to give up and jerk him off instead. You want him to cum inside you, you’ve even started birth control secretly, hoping to surprise him once he gets close enough. You’d fantasized about the moan he’d let out once telling him that he can just cum inside you, but you’re too small to even get him anywhere near cumming, let alone inside you. 

You wake up to Miguel groaning in pain, you’re a bit scared at the noise but your fear gets replaced by sadness once you see the source of his pain; a fat bulge resting over his thigh, tenting the sheets slightly. You peak up at his face, making sure it’s slack with sleep before focusing on his hard cock again. You sit, lift your head and rest it on your palm, leaning over Miguel a bit as your other hand comes to stroke over the bulge gently. Your eyes are fixed on his face, watching his eyebrows twitch with your touch. It brings a little rush of pleasure through you, knowing you can pleasure him with the slightest bit of pressure. 

You cover him with your hand, cupping it to feel its length and girth against your palm. He whimpers lightly, a sound you’ve never even fantasized about hearing from him, but you know that no matter what you do, you need to hear it again. You can feel his warmth and the way he’s pulsing under your hand, his fingers dig into the sheets gently next to his thighs and his hips lift off the bed momentarily, trying to pleasure himself with you. 

Your eyes leave his face to watch his movements, deciding to give him some mercy and rub your hand along his shaft, stimulating him through his sweatpants and the thin blanket. You’re mesmerized by his stuttering, sleepy movements, at the soft whimpers that fall loosely from his lips. A gasp breaks the trance and his hands lift from the bed quickly to grip your wrists and his hips thrust up, forcing your palm to put pressure on his sensitive cock and just stay. “B-Baby- ”

His voice is thick and confused with delirium, still not completely aware of what’s happening but all he knows is he doesn’t want you to stop. He’s buzzing, thrumming, and vibrating with arousal, with desperation for you, need for you.  

His eyes meet yours in the dark, taking in your obviously turned-on state, how dilated your eyes are and how your sweet scent is already soaking the air, your taste ghosting over his tongue with every breath he takes. His eyes roll back at the thought, paired with your pressure on his throbbing cock and you pull away. He tries to hold in his groan, trying to be grateful for anything you’ll give him but a small squeak of sadness is what comes out and he chuckles softly at the noise. 

You’re still silent, surrounded by your need for him, the only thought in your head is that you need to make him cum. His thick arm comes around you, resting next to your shoulder and pushing you to him gently, nudging you in his direction for a kiss. You smile and drape yourself over his chest, leaning on him and pressing your lips to him. He groans and pulls you closer, admiring your warmth and pressing his cock into the plush of your thighs as he pulls you on top of him. You giggle and help him situate you over him, the base of his cock resting against your neglected clit, sending a shock of pleasure through you and turning your giggles into a light whine. 

Miguel breathes in a sharp breath at your noise, trying to ignore how badly he wants to hold you down and just grind his cock into you until he cums, staining his clothes and hopefully leaving a mark on yours but he keeps himself in check, offering you a fond smile instead. “You okay, amor?” His hand is rubbing up and down your back now, calmly like he isn’t throbbing against your clit right now. You think of just grinding into him, sitting up to straddle him,  and just fucking his bulge into your clit until you’re cumming all over him. “I wanna cum.” Your voice is weak and pathetic, tired and desperate. 

His eyelids flutter at your words and tone, and his arms tense around you, pressing his muscles into your sides for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Yeah? I can-” He takes another shaky breath as his cock throbs beneath you. “I can make that happen, baby. How do you want it?” His stomach is burning at his words, at the hope of getting to touch you, to make you cum. You’re just staring at him, watching him as you think, trying to figure out a way that will satisfy you both. He’s just getting hotter under your gaze, riled up further by your eyes as his hips rise off the bed slowly, pressing his cock into you subconsciously and his eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure.

Your brain is hazy with his movements, his subtle desperation, it’s driving you crazy. You arch your back and seize his lips again with a soft moan. His hands grip your hips, pulling you into him with a groan. You pull away and pant against his lips, running your fingers through his slightly tangled curls and pressing your forehead against his. “Put it against me. Between my thighs.” He growls at your request and flips you both onto your sides, already nodding at you and working his sweatpants off of his legs, kicking them off under the covers. “You want that, honey?” 

His hand cups your face as his other wrestles his cock from its confines. “You want that? Take these off.” He yanks at your underwear, roughly enough that they dig into your skin harshly before snapping back. You wiggle them off and slide your shirt off, wanting to be as close to Miguel as you can. You can’t stop the pout that settles on your face when you realize he plans to leave his shirt on. He laughs lovingly at your face. “Want me to take it off?” He says with a teasing tilt to his voice. You laugh and slide closer to him, taking the hem of his shirt into your hands and already trying to pull it over his head. “Jus wanna be closer t’you, Miggy.” 

The nickname flips something inside him. You only use that name when you’re feeling extra soft for him, extra tender, and needy. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He pulls you in for a quick kiss before taking his shirt off and kissing you again, swallowing the whine you give him when your naked body rests against his. His wet cock slides against your skin, teasing his sensitive tip, forcing a ragged moan from his mouth when it slides over your mound. You giggle at his reaction, smiling at his eyes, squeezed shut as he takes slow breaths, trying to calm himself. You open your legs, grip his cock, and rest it on your thigh, his eyes snap open. You smile and pull him in for another kiss as he reaches behind him blindly for some lube, lotion, coconut oil- something to get your thighs anywhere near as wet as your pussy is. 

You take rest your hand over his as he rubs himself with lube, moaning into your mouth at the sensation. He brings his hand to your face, giggling and apologizing when it smears with lube but devouring you in a kiss once you tell him it’s okay. You close your legs over his cock and whimper into the kiss when his shaft fits itself between your lips. He pulls away with a moan and his hips start fucking into you fervently, overly sensitive and desperate after months of denial. You’re moaning loud and whiny at the way he’s assaulting your clit, constantly stimulating her from the way he’s thrusting against you. You’re digging into his shoulders, feeling the way they flex as his hands grip your hips and run all over your body frantically. 

“I’m not gonna last, mi amor.” The words spit out of him quickly as his thrusts get shorter, more focused on making himself cum than making the moment last. His head is clouded with need, his balls are pulsing painfully and his cock is throbbing between your thighs. You’re gripping his hair like you’ll fly away if you let go and moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. Your hips are bucking into him too now, some incoherent words falling from your lips like music to his ears. 

You’re trying to tell him that you won’t last either, that you’re on the brink of cumming already, that you’ve been craving him for months, and finally having him is one of the best things you’ve felt but your brain has been shut off since he started moving his hips. You can feel the heat in your stomach bubbling over already, spilling into your bloodstream as you shake against him. “Mig-” Your thighs tense and shake around his cock as he groans your name, almost overwhelmed with how you’re stimulating his cock, at how you’ve been unable to get any sound out but once you’re cumming you can find the strength to say his name. You’re shaking on him, your eyes are rolled back into your head and your jaw is dropped open in a silent moan. 

He’s able to grunt out a warning to you before thrusting once- twice- you reach down for his cock and spread your legs, opening to fit him against your entrance. His third thrust stutters to a stop and he’s cumming. 

Fuck. He’s cumming inside you. 

He folds over like he’s been punched in the gut, a rough moan tearing from his chest as his cock throbs against your wet walls. He sounds distraught, like you’ve ruined him. His entire body is tensing in time with the ropes of cum he’s filling you with. It’s an entire flood, a surplus of cum he’s pouring into you, he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. He never even imagined that you’d let him cum inside you, let alone that it’d feel so fucking good. He shudders out a groan and holds you to his chest, giving you curt thrusts to ensure he doesn’t push in too deep but still trying to fuck him cum into you. His eyes are crossed painfully and all the air is gone from his lungs as you pulse around him, massaging his tip and forcing him to give you more cum.

Your name is the only thing he can utter as his cock spews its last few ropes into you, softening and letting his cum leak onto your thighs, leaving a slick, shimmering trail on you as it soaks into the bed.

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[almond-tofuuu]

Wanna sit on Zayne’s lap (innocently) facing him with my face buried in his chest while he works 😊 and then maybe after a while grind on him a lil, just enough to rile him up, and then keep doing it until he snaps and pounds me into the nearest surface 😊

anon you are not the only one who wants to do this!!! If I've said it once, I'll say it again: ZAYNE WANTS US TO GRIND DOWN IN HIM!! why else would he keep letting us sit in his lap 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also sorry it took so long for me to write this, work has been brutal 😭😭😭 hope you enjoy!!

Dangerous Game

Zayne x reader

Warnings: nsfw minors dni, grinding, orgasm denial, Zayne's big dick (it needs it's own warning), pet names (Angel)

Zayne was busy, always busy. Even when he came home after a long shift at the hospital, he still had more work that needed to be completed. And you understood, you really did, his job was very important and his meticulous nature was just one of the many things you loved about him. But right now you were cursing the seemingly neverending amount of paperwork stacked on the desk next to him. Hearing that he had actually gotten off work on time for once, you were looking forward to spending an evening curled up on the sofa with your loving boyfriend. But your plans were cut short the moment he picked up a pen and started filling out documents. Watching him from the doorway you let out a small sigh, resigning yourself to spending another evening entertaining yourself, when an idea formed in your mind. Hiding the mischievous smirk growing on your face, you tiptoed your way over to Zayne, stopping beside his chair, gently poking his shoulder. Zayne's eyes flickered over to you, pen halting mid stroke as he gave you his full attention.

"Is there something I can help you with, Angel?" His smooth voice never failed to make your heart flutter, honeyed tone soft and tender, a sound reserved solely for you. Your fingers play with the cuff of his sleeve, a small pout on your lips, one you know he loves. "Can I sit with you? I missed you so much and I just want to be close to you for a while." The corners of Zayne's lips curl up into a soft smile, and you knew he'd give you whatever you wanted, after all Zayne could never say no to you. You were his weakness.

An amused chuckle left Zayne's lips as he swivelled his chair to face you, one hand holding yours whilst the other tapped his thigh, inviting you into his lap. "How can I refuse when you asked so nicely. Come on then, take a seat, Angel." He gently pulled you closer, helping you to straddle his lap, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he watches you bury your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Now be good for me, I'm almost finished with these reports. Then we can go watch a movie together." He gives a light squeeze to the plush of your hips before his hands leave you, picking up his pen and resuming his work.

You want to be good for him, you really do try, but your mind begins to wander. There's something about being surrounded by him, his scent overwhelming your senses, the steady rhythm of his heart, his muscular thighs below you, it ignites a fire deep within you, and with every passing second you can feel the growing ache in your core.

You start small at first, squirming slightly in his lap, little wiggles that you play off as "just trying to get comfy". And for a while it's enough, but soon the throbbing in your cunt gets stronger, your clit begging for more friction, something to relieve the pressure building up in your lower stomach. You give an experimental rock of your hips, freezing to wait for Zayne's reaction. When he doesn't respond you do it again, setting a steady rhythm as you grind down on his lap. The zipper on the front of his slacks rubs perfectly against your sensitive clit, the pleasure increasing with every roll of your hips, head burying further into the crook of Zayne's neck, his masculine scent filling your nose, pushing you even closer to your orgasm that is building steadily. Your pussy is dripping now, soaking your panties, your empty hole flutters and pulses as you continue grinding in Zayne's lap, too lost in pleasure to register the tiny whimpers leaving your mouth, forgetting all about subtly as your minds only focus is on your orgasm that is fast approaching. Speeding up your movement, hips pressing down harder into his, a breathy moan of his name falls from your lips as you're about to reach your peak. Just as you feel yourself tumbling over the edge, two strong, cold hands firmly grab your hips, halting your movement completely. You whine desperately at the loss of your orgasm, hips frantically chasing more of that delicious friction that would have your cunt gushing into your panties, but it's useless. Zayne's vice-like grip prevents any of your movements, cold fingers bruising as they dig into the soft flesh of your hips.

"Did you really think I would let you finish like that, Angel?" Zayne whispered lowly in your ear, dark tone sending a shiver down your spine. "I thought I told you to be good, but it seems my girl was just too desperate to wait." You let out a pathetic mewl as Zayne presses you further into his lap, only now noticing the large bulge that has formed in his pants, his cock hard and begging for relief as it grinds against your clothed pussy. "You wanted my attention, Angel? Well you've got it. And I'm going to spend the rest of tonight teaching you what happens to bad girls who don't do as their told." He chuckles darkly, hips rutting up into yours, mercilessly guiding your sensitive cunt along the length of his confined cock. "And I'm not going to stop until you're a begging, whimpering mess."

[yanderefarm]

Silvan is just to cute can I request him riding us in front the other pets and vampires showing him off to everyone

ftm!silvan putting on a show

cw;; p in v, pussy slapping, cervix penetration, squirting, inspecting genitals, voyeurism, overstimulation, pet play, size kink, belly bulge, nsft, the word cunt, t dicks

so i went stupid hard with this one. as you can see by the cw and the length. silvan deserves just unabashedly horny fics. this ended up so self indulgent.... i just think the idea of inspecting silvan in front of a group of vampires to show him off is too good not to write... and i made him ftm in this one because i really wanted to. he's not always but he can be as a treat

darkness, complete darkness that seemed to swallow everything it touched. the poor human standing there numb until cold dexterous fingers slid across his cheek hooking into the blindfold and gently pulling it away from his closed eyes. the familiar reds and greens of light burned at his eyes, urging him to close them tighter. his face scrunched up as he tried to avoid the harsh light above him but it was in vain. all he heard was your voice so close to his ear.

"open."

slowly he pried his eyes open, vision getting flooded by the bright stage lighting. at first the light was all he could see before the shadows of figures came into view. there were probably no more than 20 heads most of which were clad in some kind of eccentric mask. their gazes were all fixed on the stage, on silvan.

silvan felt embarrassment and anxiety start to bubble up in his chest, the humiliation of being completely nude in front of so many getting to him, until your cold fingers ran across his exposed shoulder. your nimble but frigid fingers traced across his shoulder until they met the base of his neck. your fingers slipped so carefully underneath the ribbon tied around his neck, an intimate gesture you'd done a thousand times. however unlike every other time you had touched him so delicately now there were people staring with baited breath.

silvan heard a few actual gasps as your fingers exposed his scarred and bruised neck to your audience. he tilted his head to the side as your fingers began gently pressing against the tender skin. he gasped followed by a soft whimper as your fingers pressed into one of the bruises you had left on him. he heard you hum thoughtfully behind him before you pressed your thumb into the bruise hard enough to leave another in its place. he let out an actual pathetic cry at the pain only to be met with the laughter of the audience.

the positive reaction from the other vampires spurred you to wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. the lightest bit of pressure from your overwhelming strength made it hard to breathe and silvan began to get a bit dizzy. your knee pressed between his legs causing him to spread them revealing his sensitive pussy to the audience. one hand still around his throat you slid your other hand down between his thighs.

you pressed your fingers into his mound, your breath hitching in his ear when you felt him getting wet. you released his throat only to instead pull him backwards by his shoulder. his body fell into yours while you sat back in a chair successfully sitting him on your lap. in this position his completely naked body was more on display and on instinct he tried to close his legs. that earned him a firm slap against his cunt and your legs holding his open for everyone to see.

silvan cried out, his hands instinctively grabbing your arm to try to stop you. the audience laughed. you laughed. his pathetic attempt to stop you earned him another firm slap against his cunt. he arched his stomach as he tried to pull himself away from your hands but he had nowhere to go. your fingers pushed his fat pussy open exposing his hard little t dick as well as his wet folds.

silvan squirmed as he could feel everyone staring at him but no matter what he did he couldn't get away from you. with one hand holding his cunt open for everyone to see you brought your other down to rub a slow tantalizing circle around his tight hole. his hole clenched around nothing as his folds grew even slicker earning him more laughter. you were laughing with them all, silently mocking him for being so easy and it only made his pussy get wetter. you weren't usually sadistic with him but something about having an audience brought out your desire to make the weak creature in your lap sob.

you kept his pussy spread with your fingers and brought another slap down on his extremely sensitive t dick. the scream that came out of him was so delicious you could hear his voice crack and all the vampires in the room cheered. your mouth pressed a gentle kiss into his cheek and with tears in his eyes he turned his head trying to reach your lips.

you gave him another softer slap against his t dick watching as his cute face that had been sweetly asking for a kiss morphed into tears running down his face and his mouth opening to scream again. he didn't have the chance to scream as your mouth slammed against his, greedily sucking on his tongue. your hand rubbed around his swollen t dick slowly careful not to touch it directly. you swallowed his pathetic broken moans with your mouth until he was getting dizzy and out of breath again.

you pulled away from his mouth letting him catch his breath while your hands finally moved from his cute pussy. you looked at the crowd while your hands rested under his small tits, pushing them up slightly.

"silvan, my pet, started with no meat on his body but now he's well fed enough that his chest has developed into a soft A cup." you squeezed his small chest in your hands.

upon realizing what you were doing silvan felt his entire face get hot with shame. your thumbs rubbed against his perky nipples.

"you can see here his nipples get nice and hard with stimulation. they're sensitive to being sucked and pulled."

you illustrated your point by pulling his nipples. he moaned loudly his thighs shaking as he tried in vain to close them. the vampires chuckled and one of them even whispered too loudly about how wet he was getting. in response your hands slid down his stomach and landed on his thighs.

"you can see my beautiful pet has a cute little pussy. for his enrichment i've allowed him to receive hrt treatments."

your fingers pushed open his pussy again, using your thumb to pull the hood back on his t dick.

"his clitoris has become enlarged due to his treatments and its so sensitive." your thumb rubbed against the length of it earning you another moan. "look at him, so eager."

your fingers traveled farther down to expose his dripping hole that been making a mess all over your pants and the chair. you just held his hole open, the muscles clenching around nothing and squeezing more of his slick out.

"this is his cute pussy. you can see he gets wet so easily even after his spanking. his hole wants to be filled so badly but as some of you know he cries so much when you penetrate him. he's so tight i think his eyes are bigger than his cunt."

your finger traced circles around his hole again coaxing it to flex and clench more.

"slap him again" someone from the audience called.

your chest shook as you laughed at their request. silvan tried to look at you but he found it hard to strain his head. all he could do was whimper softly hoping you wouldn't listen to them.

you licked his ear, biting the shell gently. "I'm going to make your little pussy ache. if you be good the whole time I'll give you a nice reward."

silvan just nodded, tears still in his eyes and his face red.

"count."

with that simple order you began your harsh spanking of his soaking cunt. silvan struggled to form words but you gave him just enough time to force out a number before your hand slapped against him again. every impact had his thighs trying to no avail to close while his pussy just dripped more mess. by the 5th slap his pussy was red and sore so you stopped holding it open. your 6th slap smacked against his slightly exposed t dick which caused him to wail out. he missed the number 6 but you were feeling generous with his tears pouring down his face.

"miss one again and you have to start over"

"no-no pl-pleash im shorry im-"

smack. another wail as his short nails dug into your arm hard enough to scratch. luckily for him he managed to choke out a 7.

smack. scream. a choked out number. repeat.

with the 12th slap his voice was surprisingly shot and he could only weakly croak out the number 12. his poor pussy was bright red from the abuse so you decided to show him some much needed mercy. your fingers took his swollen aching t dick and you rubbed it nice and slow. you could feel silvan's wound up body melt against you, his head falling back as he let out soft moans. you pressed your lips to his neck, tongue running across his skin before giving him gentle nips.

"you're being so good for me, love."

your pet name made his thighs tremble as they tried to close again and you chuckled softly. you could tell just from his soft little moans and his hips trying to buck he was getting close just from you jerking off his t dick. you ran your finger along the small length before you pulled your hand back and slapped his cunt again.

silvan screamed so loudly you heard his voice break, there were tears pouring down his cheeks. the most surprising part was that the pain hadn't stopped him from his orgasm, his entire body was shaking and his eyes had rolled back. your precious pet had squirted, his cum a little puddle on the stage. you were staring in shock at his worn out body, you even forgot he hadn't followed your orders, too transfixed by how amazing and sexy he was.

"oh look at my pet.." you addressed your audience again, one of your hands gently petting silvan's hair. "such a good pet he can cum like a good pain slut."

you leaned into him and kissed his lips greedily, your other hand rubbing soothing circles in his thigh. you tasted his tears and his weak moans while he tried in vain to pull your hand away from his thigh. his whole body was sore and his head was like it was underwater, he needed to get away from your touch. but it was worthless to try, your strength outmatched him even when he wasn't completely spent.

you moved your pet's body, closing your own thighs so he could follow suit. he was still a panting mess against your chest as your hand moved from his thigh to rub your own bulge. you made just enough room to free your cock from confinement, your massive length pressing against his back. silvan sobbed softly, trying to squirm away from you as he hiccupped.

"pweash i ca-cant mashter pweash"

you kissed his hair to soothe him. "everyone wants to see you, baby. they want to see your pretty cunt get bred."

you grabbed his jaw and forced him to look out at the audience. several vampires had already begun to touch themselves through their clothes while others were gripping their pants trying to hold out for the main event. despite his protests silvan could feel himself clenching around nothing again, the sight of so many people desiring him made his already dripping pussy leak. your mouth was on his neck now and you nipped his skin while you kept his head forward.

"ma-master-" his voice was weak and he was clearly making an effort not to slur his speech.

"do you want me to use you? do you want me to stuff your little pussy full?" you whispered your voice hot in his ear.

all silvan could do was nod his head but that was all you needed. you spread his thighs open again this time your cock resting right against his pussy. you hooked your arms under his knees and lifted him up with ease so he was hovering above your cock. you could feel he was full of anticipation, his pussy still leaking all over your length. you began cooing to him what a good boy he was as your bulbous tip pressed against his hole but your words were quickly lost when your pet screamed. his head fell back, his hands gripped his own legs so tightly he broke skin, his raw and abused voice sounded through the room, and his tight pussy squirted again.

a few of your audience members cursed under their breaths, clearly in awe of your pet. you felt proud, not only had you drawn such good orgasms out of your little pet but everyone in the theater was jealous of where you were. silvan's pussy was tight and warm, his soft velvety walls were squeezing your cock like he was trying to rip it off. it was heavenly, it was always heavenly but having so many hungry envious eyes on you made it even sweeter.

you let silvan catch his breath before you pushed more of your girth into him, dropping him just enough to let gravity do the rest. he was crying again his pretty kiss swollen lips babbling about it being too big. you knew he was just saying nonsense, you proved it to him as half your cock filled him leaving him sobbing wordlessly. it was too big for him to take every inch though, before you could reach the hilt and about a quarter left your tip met resistance. the kind of resistance that had silvan's eyes rolling back, drool dripping down his lips, and the bulge of your cock showing through his stomach. your tip pressed snugly against his cervix.

"I'm so deep inside my pretty pet." you addressed the others again, one of your hands moving to show the bulge in his stomach. "i could flood his womb and make him carry cute little puppies."

silvan whimpered in a way you knew meant "please do" and you chuckled. you picked up his knees again and lifted him off your cock until only the tip was still inside. you could feel his hole desperately clenching around your cock, trying to suck you back in, before you slammed him back down onto you. silvan screamed so pretty as your cock bruised his cervix. again and again, your hips raising to meet him as you bounced him. it didn't take long for his screaming to quiet down as he opted to drool against your shoulder. you could see his eyes were rolling back before his eyelashes would flutter and he'd gaze at you with pretty blank eyes.

you kissed his mouth sloppily, your mixed saliva trailing down the corners of your mouth. you grunted into his mouth with each rough thrust of your hips meeting his. your skin made a wet slapping sound as his slippery cunt had soaked his thighs. the sinful sounds of your bodies only served to push you further towards the edge, you were so close to pumping your pet full of cum.

before you could make a mess of his insides you settled silvan with your cock pressed right againt his aching cervix and stood up with him still on you. you carried him to the edge of the stage where you shifted him so you could hold him with one arm. the other hand moved to his sopping pussy and you ran your fingers along his t dick. silvan let out a squeal, his throat too tight for another scream.

"gonna show everyone your pretty squirting cunt up close."

your hand began a brutal pace rubbing his t dick fast and hard. the vampires near the front of the stage watched in awe, their fangs digging into their lips while their hands tried to match your pace. silvan was sobbing so loudly trying so hard to scream but all that came out was pathetic whining and hiccuping. his pussy tightened like a vice grip and you actively had to resist flooding his womb there. finally your pet fell back against your body and his cunt squirted a third time.

you kept standing there resuming drilling into his abused body even as silvan seemed to be fading from consciousness. his pretty blank eyes fluttered close and then open again when your cock bullied his cervix again. he couldn't even whine properly anymore just a pathetic gasp of his shaky breath. you kissed him passionately as you felt your balls tighten, you pressed your tip right against his cervix as you finally poured your cum into his body.

thick ropes filled his body, so much it even began to leak down your cock. your beloved pet finally closed his eyes as he drifted from consciousness. you held him tenderly in your arms before giving him a quick kiss on the nose.

"my sweet pet needs some rest. we'll continue in half an hour."

poor silvan was going to wake up in another thirty minutes with your fingers trying to push all your cum back into his abused hole. but for now you'd let him rest with your cock still buried inside him.

[pellucid-constellations]

If It All Fell

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing big in this one. Memory loss?? Overprotectiveness?? Azriel losing it (but not that much just yet)??

a/n: Hi this is going to be a series :) thank you for reading <3

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As you blinked through the haziness, a dull throb echoed along the base of your skull. You sat up abruptly, feeling rocks and twigs digging into the backs of your legs, and winced as several shouts attacked your senses. You recognized none of them.

Gods, your head hurt. 

A few more blinks and the sun made an appearance, light assaulting your too-sensitive eyes. The leaves beneath your hands crunched and blew away in the balmy breeze, a few flecks of green still stuck to your palm as you brought it up to rub your head. 

“Don’t,” a feminine voice warned, and it was then that you pinpointed one of the shouts from earlier. But it was warmer now, calm. “Don’t touch your head, y/n. Azriel and Cas are getting help.”

You scrunched your face up but obeyed the command, taking steady breaths to try and manage the pain. The woman in front of you—blonde hair, brown eyes, a fierce expression—was like no one you had ever seen before. She was so incredibly beautiful you weren’t sure if you were actually awake. 

You took a pause. 

And then another. 

Who was the last person you had seen? 

“Where am I?” you asked instead, trying to appear sane. Your voice sounded unfamiliar. 

The woman’s expression pinched. “You’re in Spring Court. You remember that, don’t you? Rhysand sent us.” 

“Rhysand?” you repeated, the name foreign on your tongue. “Sent us for what?” 

“Well, we were supposed to be rallying Tamlin into re-fortifying his borders to win back the Summer Court’s good graces, but that beast is an idiot. Forging agreements with witches was quite possibly the worst move he could have made.” 

“Witches?” 

“I know, unbelievable,” the blonde ranted, sitting back on her heels beside you. “We came to help only to find out he had helped himself to the wicked. I knew he was distraught after Feyre, but to turn to this?” 

The pounding in your head was making it increasingly difficult to follow the tale the woman was spinning. Perhaps if you had more backstory, more information, you would understand what she was talking about. 

Desperate for that connection, you winced as you asked, “Um, not to offend, but… who are you?” 

Her aggravated expression crumpled into one of shock and concern. Her mouth parted, her brows came together at a point, and then she shifted, bringing her hands to your shoulders. When you flinched at the touch, the woman pulled her hands back, her fingers curling into her palms. “You don’t recognize me?” she asked, trepidation lining her tone. 

You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as pain shot up your neck. 

“Not at all?” she whispered. When your face remained blank, she pulled her hands into her lap. “Do you know who you are?” 

Another lapse in silence. 

“My Gods…” 

Darkness materialized nearby—swirling darkness. It reminded you of shadows and brought you a sense of peace for the first time since you opened your eyes. 

But then people started emerging from the darkness, taking up space in the vast forest, and that peace collapsed. Two large men with wings stomped against the twig-covered floor, causing a raucous disturbance as they began hurrying an older woman out from behind them. They both spoke in low, rushed tones and you wanted all the sound to stop. 

You ignored the woman’s directions from before and squeezed your head in your hands, your eyes snapping shut. It didn’t work, and you hadn’t expected it to, but Gods did your head hurt. It hurt and it was plagued by an impossible pressure that wouldn’t seem to let up.

“Mor, how long has she been awake?” one of the men asked. You felt him kneel beside you, felt him place rough, textured hands on your wrists in an attempt to pry your hands down. But he was gentle—so very gentle. 

“Azriel, she—” 

“Mor, if you could move aside. I need to look at her,” a much older voice chimed in. 

There was shuffling around you, new hands pressing to your face. You heard whispering that you couldn’t make out, and then the panic set in. 

You didn’t know these people. When you first woke up, the disorientation was focal; you were concerned about the pounding in your head and your whereabouts and that was it. But there were so many people here now, and you didn’t know any of them. 

You didn’t know who you were. Did they know who you were? They had to. 

“Majda, stop. You’re scaring her,” the man beside you, Azriel you’d heard him be called, practically hissed. 

Majda only hummed. “I am doing the job you brought me here to do. If I can’t work around a mating bond I will send you away, Shadowsinger.” 

Your breath came out in faster huffs, each one deeper than the last. You opened your eyes to try and gain some footing in the situation, still keeping your hands glued to your head. 

Your gaze went out before it went in, and you saw the blonde woman, Mor, beside a much larger man. His shoulder-length hair was messy and windswept, and he sent you a bittersweet, sympathetic smile that you couldn’t replicate. He watched with furrowed brows as your eyes darted from him, to Mor, to the wide forest around you. 

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t take her home first,” the man standing by the trees grumbled. “She would be more comfortable there.”  

“We didn’t want to move her with a head injury,” Azriel growled. “Not one from a witch.” 

His voice sent your attention towards him. Azriel was on his knees beside you, holding your wrists with his thumb circling the back of your hand in delicate strokes. He was painfully beautiful and you were left to wonder, yet again, if you were truly awake. When your gazes met, something foreign pulled at your ribs and the pressure sent an unexpected scream past your lips. You hunched over in a panic, yanking yourself away from those beside you.

That wasn’t right. None of this felt right. 

The older woman, Majda, cursed, staring after you as you pushed yourself further and further away. Each movement sent a new ache aflame in your head, but that didn’t stop you because you needed to get away. Your feet kicked up dirt and rocks and your hands tore with the effort but this wasn’t right. 

Azriel reached you before you could hit the tree just inches from your back. He held your head in his own hands and locked you in his gaze, keeping you trapped in the yellows and browns and the flecks that joined them. He took exaggerated breaths, wings flared out to block out the sun, and then he began whispering. 

It took a moment for you to understand the words, your heavy breaths mostly drowning them out. 

Something swished in the distance. More whispering, more secrets. 

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” 

When Azriel’s voice finally came through, it was like a lifeline. 

“I’m here, my love. You’re safe. I know it hurts, I know.” 

It was odd, finding peace in a stranger. The shadows that seemed to dance around him swirled into shapes that framed your skin, and some of the panic felt foolish in their presence. They twisted and curved, somehow amplifying the cool tone of Azriel’s voice as he promised you things you had no capacity to understand. 

But he never stopped talking, not even when your gaze left his to follow his shadows instead. If anything, the action seemed to spur on the small beings more, and you wondered—for a brief moment—if he was controlling them. 

Something like amazement seeped into your panic as you whispered, “Who are you?” 

You didn’t know the man in front of you, that much was true, but he looked so… broken at your words. Something akin to pain clashed with his beautiful features as his jaw clenched to an unnatural degree. You were surprised that his teeth didn’t crack beneath the pressure. You wondered what else he could withstand—what atrocities he’d seen to make his eyes turn so dark when you spoke your words out loud. 

“No,” Azriel growled, chin hooking over his shoulder. His wings pulled back to reveal a new man, but this one looked slightly different from the others. No wings, different eyes. “You stay out of her head, Rhysand.” 

Rhysand. He was the one that had sent you here.

The concern on Rhysand’s face looked unnatural, like it didn’t belong there. “Az, it could help. Let me help her.” 

“You could make it worse. We have no idea what that witch did to her.” As Azriel spoke, shadows began to cover you more and more. Your sight became dim, your body camouflaged in darkness. 

“Looking in could be the only way to figure that out.” The next bout of silence was uncomfortable. The pounding in your head persisted, exacerbating to the point of tears along your waterline. “I know what you’re feeling, Azriel. I get it. But I want to help her, brother. You know I would never hurt her.” 

A twig snapped beneath a boot.

Azriel growled low in his chest. 

The pounding gave way to a sharp pain, and it made your senses lighter, less focused. 

You couldn't remember ever passing out before, but you thought it might feel like this. 

“Stay away from her.” 

“She doesn’t remember you, Azriel.” 

A choked breath. “Don’t touch my mate.” 

Darkness that surpassed the shadows finally granted you a reprieve from the pain. 

Maybe you'd wake up and this would all make sense.

Part 2 ♡

[obbystars]

Hello! I was amaze by your sabastian x reader fic especially "it's you!" in the flash back part where sebastian where still alive and talking with reader abt going on an aquarium date soooo I want to request the part where they actually having a date at the aquarium they were talking about? That would would be so cute if you ask me!thank u! c:

(You know what they say. All toasters toast toast!)

(AQUARIUM DATE AQUARIUM DATE AQUARIUM DATE AQUARIUM- sorry. ANYWAY TOTALLYYYY I have been thinking about it lately tbh and I guess this request is kinda a push and my brain is like “OKAY LETS GO IT!” I’m glad you’re liking the fics I’ve been making! I hope you all know I giggle like a maniac whenever you guys say you like them, makes me so happy :)))

Notes: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader / AQUARIUM DATEEEEE i’ll stop / takes place before the events of Pressure / FLUFFFFFFF / Connected to both It’s You! and Drown in the Deep, can be read as a standalone / Reader and Sebastian are both still in college / Angst because I couldn’t resist / Fairly short, sorry :(

“You are so lucky my sister let us borrow her car,”

You lightly batted his arm with a laugh, “You say that like it’s a bad thing,”

“Because she’ll kill me if this thing even gets a small scratch!”

“Mmhmm, and who was the one who offered to drive us there?”

Sebastian gives you a quick glance, but you still noticed the look he gave, “She wouldn’t even be mad at you if you were driving. She adores you for some reason,”

Your eyes widened, “…wait, really?”

“Yeah, last time we spoke, she would not stop asking me about you and when you two can meet up to talk more,”

Well, you made one hell of a first impression. You’re glad she does at least like you and is looking forward to meeting with you again. You feel kind of flattered and relieved.

“So,” you turn to him, “Why can’t I drive?”

“Because I don’t trust you behind the wheel,”

You stifled a laugh as you turned your attention towards the window. You decided to change the subject.

“You know, I’d love to meet your family again. Classes are a pain though. Maybe when we head back, I could stay for dinner? I don’t have that much work piled up on me right now,”

Though faint, you can see him smiling, “I know my sister will be overjoyed to see you. I think my mom likes you too, she never gave me a clear answer on it though,”

Your face drops slightly. Now the pressure’s on. You didn’t exactly talk to his mom last time you were there besides the introduction part of it. As for his brother, you didn’t get a chance to talk to him which made you assume he was shy. You do remember spotting him and his sister eavesdropping on you and Sebastian. He also caught them and wasn’t very happy about it.

When you two finally arrived and were allowed to go in, Sebastian practically had to hold you so you wouldn’t run off due to being so excited. Sometimes he’d keep you in place, other times he’d let you drag him. When looking at the brochure, you were especially excited about the fish that often liked the dark. He still doesn’t see why, but you’re having fun and he’s been enjoying the time here.

“Oh! Sebastian, look!” You exclaimed, “A mantis shrimp!”

The mantis shrimp was just hiding in its little cave.

“It’s a freaky looking thing,” he laughed.

“It is. I heard that they’re capable of tuning the sensitivity of their vision to adapt to their environment. Isn’t that so cool?”

“What I would give to have something like that…”

“I know!” You smiled, “I kinda wish they had anglerfish though. I heard they’re just generally hard to manage, so you never see them in aquariums,”

Sebastian stands up straight and looks at you, “Aren’t those the fish with the light on their head?”

“Yeah. Only the females have it, and it’s used to attract both prey and a mate. They’ve got a freaky way to reproduce, if you want to hear,”

You see him think about it for a minute.

“I’ll bite. How do they reproduce?”

It’s safe to say Sebastian will never ask a question like that again if the sentence prior was “They’ve got a freaky way to reproduce.” What he heard was not what he expected at all. It was parasitic and the image in his head definitely wasn’t pretty.

You continued to tell him fun little facts of a few of the fish you saw. He mostly only responded with a hum or an “oh yeah” but you still continued. He never stopped you as it looked like you were having a lot of fun.

When you got to the long tunnel with the fish swimming around, you both decided to rest there for a bit. It’s been a few hours anyway, plus it’ll be nice to just watch the fish swim by. There were turtles, stingrays, and many others some you could name while others were unfamiliar. There was even a few sea urchin sitting in one of the corners.

You were about to say something until you turned to Sebastian and took a good look at his expression. You smiled and said nothing as you leaned your back against the glass, following where his gaze was. You wonder if this is what he saw in his dream on the night you two discussed on coming here. Drifting in the water as the fish swam around you, you wonder if he felt cold. He said he didn’t feel like he was drowning, so maybe he actually felt warm.

But when you asked if it was a nightmare, he alluded to it. You wonder what he saw… Or maybe he didn’t see anything. Maybe that’s why it was a nightmare, or at least close to it. The dark abyss is a terrifying place as not a lot is known due to the water pressure and the lack of light. Fear of the unknown, so to say.

Your smile faded slightly. You turn to him and lightly give him a shoulder bump.

“Hey, you having fun?”

He continued to stare up at the fish for a moment before turning to you, “If I wasn’t, you’d know. Why? Are you not having fun?” He teased.

“No, I was just making sure,” you laughed.

“To be honest, it gets a bit interesting when you start to nerd out about some of the fish here,” he then smiles, “But I didn’t think you were THAT much of a nerd,”

“Aha-! Yeah, I may or may have not been watching a lot of videos about fish…”

“You were that excited about this, huh? Were you also trying to impress me?”

“No! Not at all!” You paused, “M-Maybe a little..”

Sebastian laughed when you admitted it, then stands up, “We should keep moving. Aren’t the sharks just up ahead?”

“Oh yeah,” you take out the brochure, “It looks like we’re almost done too. We haven’t had lunch yet either. You hungry?”

“A little. Didn’t we pass the food court already?”

“We did… How about we go back and grab something then?”

“As long as you’re paying,”

“Ugh! Fine,”

Sebastian grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet. He didn’t let go as you two walked down the hall. You perked up and decided to throw another factoid at him.

“Hey, did you know you can really just redirect a shark by just setting your hand on their nose and gently pushing them the other way?”

He looks at you, not exactly believing you, “It can’t be THAT easy,”

“I’m serious! It is that easy! Maybe it’ll be harder when it’s a great white shark though,”

“Obviously, those things are massive,”

You continued to talk about sharks with him until you two made it back to the food court. Sebastian ended up paying for your food as long as you paid for his.

Sebastian stares out into the dark abyss beyond the glass. It was usually empty, but sometimes the many-eyed shark was there. And sometimes she’d notice him. He wondered if she recognized him as the one who freed her. He wondered why she stayed when freedom was right there for her. Revenge, perhaps? That he can understand. What he was doing was for the same reason.

Just then, he sees a familiar green glow of the shark passing by. She was close enough to notice him, and for a second, she did look at him. She never really stayed around, nor has he ever heard her speak in his head. He remembers how you spoke of sharks all those years ago. He wondered if you’d think she was a beautiful shark despite what they’ve done to her.

Unexpectedly, she lingers around for a while. He doesn’t pay her any mind as she swims back and forth, occasionally looking at him. He continues to just stare out the window, looking at nothing in particular.

How would you react to him? Would you even recognize him? Remember his voice? Ten years is a long time, after all. Though, he doubts there is even the smallest chance you two could meet, let alone in this facility. He hoped not.

It’s quiet.

He never thought he’d hate silence. It was almost never quiet when you were with him. You always had something to tell him, no matter how small it may have been, and he’d always listen. Even when you don’t think he’s listening, he was. No matter how long you went on and on about something, he was always listening.

Even if he were to be freed from this place, what then? What home does he have to return to?

[smoochhyuka]

Hair-pulling with Anton

Beware of the sassy man apocalypse

○o。content warnings! NSFW, fem!reader, oral (reader receiving), making out, perv!Anton (he's getting his hair pulled), very subtle dom!reader, she's kinda rough with him because she is a bit clumsy, a lil bit of exhibitionism??, a lil bit of strength kink (reader gets picked up), lots of making out bc that's all I think about with Anton, established relationship, mention of partying once, edited for spelling

Knowing Anton's love language is physical touch, you make sure to spoil him a lot. He loves to lie down in your lap, while you massage and scratch his scalp. Naturally, you'd also play with his hair, braiding it, or adding clips, and sometimes you get a little carried away, yanking at it a little harder than you intended to do...

That's how he discovered this kink, the tingle of your nails scraping him, the sharp pain if you pull too hard, feeling oddly dominated while you (innocently) do to him as you please.

Since he struggles to express himself verbally, he tries to make you tug at his hair during sex. Every time he eats you out, he puts one of your hands on top of his head, but instead of gripping it tightly, you just push it down a little bit further into your pussy, bumping into is nose, just to let go off him immediately, digging your fingers into whatever item was closest instead. When fucking you in missionary, he would try the same, this time you'd pull him down into a kiss (he's not necessarily complaining about this, though...).

The first time you actually pulled at his hair, you were just being playful. Anton was in an especially sassy mood that night and couldn't stop making petty remarks about everything you would say, while you two were binge-watching a random dating show.

"Why won't he just answer truthfully? He had no issue telling the other boys!", you exclaim, annoyed at the male single, who just bashfully lied to his date. "Y/N, why are you so uncompassionate? He wants to impress her." Anton sighs, rolling his eyes and dramatically crossing his arms in front of his chest, actually taking them off your shoulders. He can't contain his giggle, though, especially after looking at your annoyed face. You choose not to answer, being done with his antics. You also don't stop him as he's embracing you again, not even sparing him a glance, as he starts to press little pecks on your cheeks. Anton's kisses move further down your face, but before he could place one on your lips, you finally decide to tease him back: you lightly tug at his hair, the longer strands at the back of his head, pulling him away from you. Nothing could have prepared you for the moan that leaves his lips. You can see his dick swelling in his shorts, even in this dim lighting you can see how his ears turn a pretty shade of red. A relieved grin forms on his face, biting his lower lip, closed eyes, his glasses slipping down his nose a little bit -- you would never forget this expression.

From then on, you start using his little weakness, as you call it, to your advantage. If you want him to do something for you, like getting a water bottle as you are both already lying in bed, you'd start playing with his hair, wrapping it around your finger, massaging his scalp. After just a minute of this, he'll get up.

If he's getting on your nerves, teasing you or being sassy, you would play with the hair at the back of his neck as a warning, scratching the sensitive skin that's becoming riddled in goosebumps. Most of the time he'd only get worse, though, provoking you until you finally, and cautiously, yank his head back, asking him in your sweet voice to stop while keeping the pressure on his scalp.

Making out with Anton was always fun, sexy and passionate, but this definitely alleviated it for the two of you. Previously, you'd rather awkwardly place your hands on his shoulders or chest, but now you have them buried deeply into his light brown hair, pulling him occasionally closer by his cheeks.

You both can't stop kissing each other, surprising everyone at how shamelessly the shy Anton would french kiss you in public, just like he does tonight. One of your friends asked you to join her to this random house party at the house of some guy she is currently seeing, and since you knew she'd probably be gone the moment you step through the door, you decided to drag your boyfriend along to keep you company. Quickly, you two got bored, and decided to just make out in the kitchen. You're sitting on the counter, Anton standing between your legs, kneading your hips and ass. So immersed and turned on by the heated session, none of you noticed your friend stumbling in, until she's standing right next to you, jokingly complaining how rude you two are for hiding from everyone else. In actuality, none of you feel like returning to the group, instead you'd rather drive home and fuck his brains out. Much to your demise, your polite boyfriend actually starts to talk to her, but before he could promise her that you'd return to the crowd, you pull Anton's hair by the side of his head, until he's facing away from her, feeling overwhelmed by the heat pooling between your legs, just wanting to get her out. You yank at it with so much force he didn't even moan like usual, he just hisses at the pain. You quickly relieve your grip and tell your friend honestly that you two will leave soon, urging her to walk away, and immediately and panicky starting to kiss your boyfriends neck, worrying you hurt him. The moment she closes the door behind her, you wanted to apologize for being too rough, especially in front of another person, but Anton surprises you yet again by not only putting your hands back on his head, but also picking you up and carrying you out the backdoor to your car.

He moans so loudly when you pull at his hair, especially when he's inside you. His beautiful, light and airy voice sounds almost angelic as he's begging you in a whiny tone to pull harder. He cums so hard, his legs start to shake.

He's so desperate too, popping a boner as soon as your nails scrape his scalp, any rational thought leaving his mind. He'll actually giggle or laugh at every yank, feeling so much pleasure his heart pounds against his chest.

He doesn't really care if others are around when you pull his hair, in fact, it's usually the hottest since he least expects it, the humiliation only adding another layer to it. Since you usually do it rather spontaneously too, the tugs tend to be a lot rougher as well.

He cums just from getting his hair pulled while eating you out, your legs wrapped around his head, wet, swollen pussy rubbing against his tongue and nose, being engulfed by your sweet smell. Adding the friction from the mattress below his cock is more than enough to make him burst, loudly and whiny.

Kinda off-topic, but I hc him to be a little bit masochistic? Not just with the hair-pulling, but he'd also be into the asphyxiation aspect of cunnilingus (sitting on his face, wrapping thighs around his head...) and might even like it if you slap him lightly. He likes to feel owned, like you do to him as you please. It might be the depravity of it, since I also don't think he's solely submissive. He enjoys taking charge, I mean, you can still pull his hair, squish his face with your hand or bite him while he's pounding into you. lol

[lycandrophile]

12 weeks post-top surgery thoughts

most importantly, i’m absolutely fucking in love with how things look! it’s still not set in stone yet, my surgeon said i won’t really see the final result until up to a year after, but I’m so happy with it already.

my surgeon’s default timeline would’ve had me starting scar tape at 4 weeks, but i still haven’t started yet because some little scabs are still hanging around even though most of my scars are completely healed. my surgeon didn’t seem concerned about it taking longer than expected, she just said everyone’s body is different. given that i have a connective tissue disorder and skin that just hates being messed with at all, i’m not surprised that it’s been slow going and i’m just happy that the rest is healing so well. i just had another post-op today and was cleared to start using scar tape because the scabbing is so minimal at this point, so i can finally move on to the next stage of healing.

i can (mostly) lift my arms now! they still can’t quite go all the way up, but i have enough of my mobility back that the only things i really struggle with are super high shelves like the ones above my fridge, and things like the washer and dryer that i have to reach really far to get into. technically, i was supposed to wait six months before raising them because that’s what my surgeon usually recommends for aesthetic purposes, but i have to be able to raise them to do my job anyway so i’m not limiting myself beyond the natural limits of discomfort at this point.

my chest muscles are mostly back to normal too, but they’re still very sensitive. when i flex them, it doesn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable but i am a lot more aware of the feeling than i was before. they also still tire out more easily than they used to — i’m back at work now, and i’ve learned the hard way that i tend to favor one arm over the other for certain tasks because when i do any of them for too long, i start to feel it in that side of my chest. it’s not anything too bad, but i’m still making sure my shifts are spread out because i don’t want to risk overdoing it.

i’m getting used to touching my own chest, but being touched by other people still feels super weird and honestly uncomfortable at times, particularly when it’s my bare chest and not over my shirt. i’ve been touching it a lot to try to desensitize it since around week 3 or 4, and it seems to be working as far as my own touch, but other people is a whole other story — when my boyfriend is touching my bare chest and their hand touches the scars, it doesn’t actually hurt but i react to it like it does. i suspect it’s more of a mental thing than anything, that since i’m still instinctively protective of it and not quite used to how it feels, touches that i’m not in control of just automatically set off alarm bells. it’s also just a generally foreign feeling even without the weirdness of healing because my boyfriend never really touched my chest before surgery since i was dysphoric about it, so it seems to require desensitization on multiple levels. i’ve given them permission to keep touching it even when i flinch (unless i explicitly ask them to stop) because i want to make sure i start getting used to the feeling.

i’m also still very sensitive to pressure against my chest, especially the front of it. it’s getting easier to lie down on my side now but i’m still using my body pillow to take some pressure off of the scars under my armpits, because if i don’t i usually can only stay in that position for a little while. my boyfriend can mostly lay their head on my chest for short periods of time now, but the position matters because if the weight isn’t distributed evenly enough or if it’s on the wrong part of my chest, it hurts. that being said, less intense pressure on the front like a hug or holding something to my chest is pretty much fine, i’m just still more sensitive to it (as with everything). i’ve been able to lay face down on top of my boyfriend a couple times without discomfort too, but i’m still erring on the side of caution and not laying on my chest too much yet.

when i was around a month in and thought i would be starting scar care soon, i was really nervous about it — particularly about the scar massage — because of the state my chest was in. i still didn’t feel like i could press on it or move the skin around or pick it up with my fingers at all, and the scar tissue underneath was still really thick and firm. i assumed that all of that would stay the same until i did the massages to break down the scar tissue and loosen things up, but i can now confirm after another month and a half of doing nothing while things healed, my skin is naturally a lot more mobile and a lot of that really thick scar tissue has already broken down. obviously i’m still going to start massaging now because i want to give myself the best possible chance of healing well, but i wish i had known how much my chest would be able to bounce back on its own. in hindsight, i’m glad i ended up having to wait to start the massage instead of doing it back when my chest was much less healed, because i’m much more comfortable manipulating it now.

every once in a while, i’ll get sharp pains in my chest. they aren’t horribly painful, mostly just unpleasant. they feel a lot like the nerve zaps i was getting earlier in recovery so it might be another round of nerves reconnecting, but it also happens more often when i’m working so it’s hard to say if it’s nerves or over-exertion. either way, i always make sure to take it easy when i start to feel that, just in case it is a sign of me doing too much.

i typically almost never eat meat, but i chose to reintroduce it into my diet after surgery to get more protein, because i wanted to make sure my body had everything it needs to heal and protein is a huge part of that. now that i’m pretty much all healed skin-wise and just waiting for everything to settle, i’ve decided it’s time to go back to my usual diet of not-fully-vegetarian-but-pretty-damn-close. i’m sure the diet change wasn’t strictly necessary but i don’t regret doing it, though i am glad to be switching back now.

putting on shirts still hasn’t gotten old. seeing how they look over a flat chest honestly feels surreal, but in the best way. hugging people and being able to press all the way into it js also still such a great feeling. i’m far enough in now that i can do all of that stuff without worrying about it, but still early enough that it all feels really new and special, and i’ve been thoroughly enjoying that.

wearing a more genderfucky outfit out in public for the first time post-op was a fucking blast. my boyfriend and i went to a new year’s eve party, and getting to show off my chest through a sheer lace top and my facial hair alongside makeup was so much fun. it was the first time i’ve been able to go all out without the lingering feeling in the back of my mind that dressing up means inevitably being seen as a woman. i definitely didn’t look like a cis man to any of the people who saw me, but they could clearly tell i wasn’t a cis woman at the very least, and knowing that made me so much more confident.

i’m far enough away now from being in the trenches of early recovery that the reality of the fact that i got such a big surgery has started to fade. when i really think about the fact that my body went through all of that and about how hard early recovery was, it doesn’t quite feel real anymore. i’m starting to reach the point one of my friends told me about, where my chest being like this feels so normal that it’s just like “yeah, of course, it’s always been like this, right?” it’s wild, really, the difference a couple months can make — it wasn’t that long ago that i was exhausted and arguably depressed from the early recovery process, and now it all feels so normal that i have to remind myself it took all of that to get here. i never really doubted that it would be worth it in the end, but i’m still more sure of that now than i ever have been.

the last couple months have been a long road, but somehow they’ve also flown by. it’s given me so much appreciation for my body — its potential to transform and what it’s been able to withstand. i wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.

[alisonsfics]

his peace

pairing: carmy berzatto x reader

summary: when carmy meets you at an al-anon meeting, he’s surprised why how safe he feels with you immediately. but with that comes the anxiety of scaring you away.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: carmy and the reader meet at an al-anon meeting, but no actual discussion of sensitive topics

Carmy took yet another deep breath. He could hear his heartbeat pounding. He wiped his sweaty palms off on his jeans. He saw someone start walking down the hallway towards him. They gave him a small sympathetic smile, noticing his obvious nervousness.

He tried to take more breaths, as though it would give him a fresh perspective and a boost of confidence.

He ran his hand through his hair and reminded himself why he was there. Before he lost his courage, he walked past the “Al-Anon Meeting Today at 2pm” sign and in the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he entered the room. He’d been dreading the inside of this room. He was expecting to be met with cold stares and judgmental glances. Instead, the room seemed peaceful, and no one even seemed to notice him.

He picked a spot along the back wall and stood there. He casually leaned back against the wall, wanting to observe the meeting today instead of participate.

You were across the room. You were at the “snack” table that was topped with bottles of water and little packaged snacks, along with fliers full of resources like hotlines and therapist offices.

You caught a glimpse of the man lurking in the back of the room. You noticed the way his eyes avoided your gaze and focused on the floor.

You slowly walked over towards him. Everyone else was having side conversations before the meeting started. He was the only one who was alone.

You’d been coming to these meetings for a while, but you remembered how alone you felt at your first one. You didn’t want him to feel like that.

He only looked up at you once you were standing a few feet in front of him. He gave you a quick anxious smile. He could feel his palms start to sweat again. “Am I not allowed to just watch? This is my first time. I don’t know how these things go.” He rambled, nervously.

“No no no, feel free. It’s totally up to you. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Y/N.” You said, holding out your hand to him. His eyes darted to your hand, which he quickly grabbed and gave a firm shake.

“I’m Carmen. My friends call me Carmy though. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, smiling at you. He didn’t know why, but he felt lighter. Like some of the pressure had been taken off. Surviving this meeting felt like less of a big deal when he looked into your eyes.

His thoughts usually operated at a thousand miles a minute, but they seemed to still in your presence.

“I remember how anxious I was at my first meeting. I’m not trying to force you to do anything. You do whatever feels right. But, nothing bad will happen if you come sit with us. I know you probably have all those worst case scenarios in your head right now, but I promise none of them are going to happen.” You tried to assure him as best as you could.

Carmy slowly nodded his head, thinking about what you said. He considered it more than he thought he would. It sounded less scary when you talked about it.

“I’m just not really ready to share or anything yet. I think I’d rather just stay back here and watch.” He told you, hesitantly. The thought of having to talk to a room of strangers about his dead brother was almost enough to paralyze Carmy.

“You can come and just listen, if you want. No one will force you to share. Again, absolutely no pressure, but I’ll save you a seat and leave it up to you.” You said, giving him a small smile and heading towards the circle of chairs.

Carmy watched as you walked away. Something about you made Carmy feel calm. You were encouraging enough that he felt like he could do anything.

He watched you for a few minutes. You were sat down and quietly talking to two other people next to you. Your warm smile made him feel optimistic. He was already looking forward to seeing you once a week.

You looked up and noticed he was watching you. He softly smiled at you. You went back to your conversation, not wanting to pressure him in any way by staring.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him walk up to the chair and sit beside you. You looked over at him and gave him an encouraging smile. You knew how massive a small step like that could feel.

You continued to check in with him throughout the meeting. After each person took their turn sharing, you’d look over at Carmy to make sure he was alright. You felt strangely protective over him, considering you’d just met.

After the meeting, he pulled you to the side. “Thank you for encouraging me today. I’ve been really worried about this meeting, but you helped me feel a lot more comfortable.” He said, genuinely. There was a certain sparkle in his eye that he didn’t even know was there. He felt hopeful for the first time in a long time.

“Of course. I’m glad I was able to help. I’m always here to talk, if you want.” You told him. You were met with a grateful nod.

“Do you maybe want to go get lunch? You’re just really easy to talk to.” He asked you. All of a sudden, you had butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t hide your smile. “I’d love to.” You told him.

You both walked through the city talking about your lives. You both talked about why you went to Al-Anon meetings. You were one of the first people Carmy told about the Michael stuff.

It became a weekly tradition. Every week you both would sit side by side and then go out to lunch afterwards. By the third meeting, you’d gotten Carmy out of his shell enough to share with the group for the first time.

Carmy was trying really hard to appreciate how good it was with you. Especially since he knew he had a tendency to expect bad things to happen. It also meant he was scared of screwing it up.

So, he kept it separate. You and his life at The Beef were two completely different spaces in his head. You were peace, and The Beef was chaos. You were stress relief, and The Beef was stress-inducing.

That worked fine until he was bickering with Richie at the cash register, as usual, and he saw you walk in the front door.

Realizing it was you, Carmy froze. He’d forgotten all about the argument with Richie, and his eyes were glued on you.

You watched as his cheeks turned a soft shade of red. Carmy was mortified that you were seeing this side of his life. The side that involved screaming and chaos and arguments.

“Not right now, Richie,” Carmy mumbled, pushing past Richie and walking into the kitchen. Carmy’s thoughts started racing. He walked past Sydney and Marcus and Tina as they yelled different questions at him.

His mind was on one thing now. He marched towards the office after he spotted Natalie sitting at the desk. He needed to talk to someone about you, finally.

He barged into the office and closed the door behind him. The yelling of the kitchen was slightly muffled, blending in with the thoughts bouncing around his head.

“Carm, what’s wrong?” Nat asked, looking up and seeing her brother out of breath. Carmy immediately sat down on the couch and put his head into his hands.

He could feel himself spiraling and was trying to stop it before it got too far. All his emotions were bubbling to the surface. He truly thought he was going to scare you away.

“Carm, seriously, what’s going on? I’m getting worried.” Nat repeated.

He looked up from the floor, and she could see the panic in his eyes. “I went to a meeting. And I met this girl. She’s really been helping me. I just feel so calm when I’m with her.” He said. Nat noticed a glint in his eye when he talked about you.

“Carm, that’s great. I’m really proud of you. I know it took a lot for you to go. So, what’s wrong?” She asked, sitting beside him. She held onto his hand, encouraging him to explain.

“She’s umm…outside right now. I didn’t tell her about this place, but she just walked in.” He mumbled, glancing back towards the closed door. Nat slowly nodded, trying to piece together what he was so worried about.

“What’s so bad about that?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. Carmy shrugged. He wasn’t quite able to explain why he had this pit in his stomach.

“She’s the one thing in my life that just feels pure and completely separate from all the shit here. I haven’t let her see this side of me, and I really like her, Sugar. But if she sees this side of me, she’ll know how fucked up I am.” He said. His eyes were desperate. He was begging Nat for a solution. He needed to know what to do.

She pulled Carmy into a hug, rubbing his back slowly. “She sounds really good for you, Bear. I think you should tell her how you feel. She’s not gonna run away because you’re complicated. Everybody’s complicated. It’s just life. And if she makes your life better, you should go for it.” She said, giving Carmy the perfect sisterly advice.

“You really think so?” Carmy said, looking back towards the door. She just nodded and patted Carmy on the back. He slowly stood up from the couch.

Deep down he knew Nat was right, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t scared out of his mind.

He walked back through the kitchen, ignoring the chaos surrounding him as he walked towards you. As long as he stayed focused on you, he could drown out all the chaos.

He walked back into the front of the restaurant. You weren’t in line anymore. His eyes searched around for you until he saw you sitting at a small table in the corner.

Richie was still at the cash register taking another customer’s order. “I’m sorry, cousin. We can talk later.” Carmy said, patting Richie’s shoulder as he walked by. He knew if he wanted less chaos in his life, it would take a lot of effort on his part.

He walked over to where you were sitting. When you looked up at him, you noticed his hesitant smile. “Please, sit,” you said, gesturing towards the seat in front of you. He quickly nodded and then sat down.

“Hey, umm, I’m sorry that I kinda ran away earlier. I was just surprised to see you here.” He said, sheepishly. He scratched the back of his neck. You felt a small smile creep on your face. Bashful was a cute look on Carmy.

“It’s totally fine. I was shocked to see you too. I didn’t know you worked at a restaurant.” You said, smiling at him. He quickly looked up to meet your eyes and then shook his head. “I actually own the restaurant. This was Mikey’s before he died, and he left it to me.” He told you.

You noticed how happy he was when he was talking about his brother. Carmy was still bracing for you to storm out the door, and he didn’t even know why.

It was probably because in his life, good things never lasted.

Until you.

He felt a little bit of imposter syndrome with you. Like he’d been pretending to be this person with his life put together. And now, you were seeing what his life really looked like.

“I think that’s really beautiful, Carmy. You know, you running this place to honor your brother. I bet he’d be really proud of you.” You said. You gently reached across the table and let your hand rest on top of his. He quickly looked between you and your hand on his.

“Really? You don’t like…think this place is a total shit hole? With all the screaming and everything. Everything here is fuckin’ chaos.” He said, chuckling to himself. Self doubt had always been something that haunted Carmy.

You quickly shook your head, assuring him. “Just because it’s a little messy doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful. Nothing’s ever tied up neatly in a bow. Especially not when you’re dealing with family. I think it just means you care, not that you’re doing a bad job.” You said, running your thumb along the back of his hand.

He could hear his heart beating as he looked at you. Your hand touching his had goosebumps running up his arm. And when you looked at him with that smile, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Hey, do you maybe wanna— I uhhh… nevermind, I’m probably reading this wrong.” He said, quickly standing up from the table and starting to walk away.

You giggled to yourself at his shyness. You stood up and grabbed his hand to stop him. He spun around to face you, with hope in his eyes. Because you had stopped him from leaving, which had to be a good sign, right?

You tugged him closer to you. He could feel his eyes go wide. He was trying to read every little part of your expression. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His stomach did a flip. He noticed how the warmth lingered on his cheek.

“Do you want to go get dinner sometime?” You asked, finishing his question for him. His shocked expression turned into a smile. “I would umm— definitely, I would really like that.” He said, fumbling through his words.

Something about you made Carmy forget how to speak. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.” You said, cocking your head to the side and admiring him.

One of his hands flew up to cover his cheeks. Carmy hadn’t realized he was so easy to read. “No no, I’m not blushing. It’s just uhhh— from the cold, y’know,” he said, failing to convince you.

You giggled to yourself. The sound was angelic to Carmy and made his stomach do somersaults. “We’re inside though.” You said, smirking at him as he was caught in his excuse.

“Oh, yeah, would you look at that,” he said, pretending to be shocked. You jokingly rolled your eyes at him. He stepped forward, cupping your cheek and kissed you softly. You rested your hands on his sides as his lips softly moved against yours.

You both pulled away with giant smiles on your faces. “I really like you.” He admitted, interlacing his fingers with yours. You felt your smile grow even wider. “Likewise,” you said, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I want to introduce you to someone.” He said, leading you back to the office to introduce you to Sugar.

It seemed like a weird choice, but for Carmy, it was him bridging his two lives together. He didn’t want to keep them separate anymore. He wanted you to be in his life, his real life, not the life he pretended to have.

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[jflemings]

— english love affair

pairing: jessie fleming x reader

synopsis: jessie moves to portland but the months leading up to her departure plague her mind

warnings: smut & angst. she’s loooooong. and probably got a few mistakes so just ignore that for my sake xx

a/n: flashbacks are in italics

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When the lights go out, she's all I ever think about / The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain / I can't forget, my English love affair / Today, I'm seven thousand miles away / The movie playing in my head of a king size bed means I can't forget / My English love affair

you lay your head on jessie’s pelvis as she catches her breath. her face is flushed and sweat is gathering at her hairline, her legs have now gone limp over your shoulders but the faint imprint of your ears on her inner thighs, as well as the bruises forming, is enough evidence that you were there.

she runs her fingers through your scalp, a stark difference to how tightly she was pulling at the roots of your hair just moments before.

your own hands travel up her sides and you slowly push yourself onto your hands and knees, practically folding jessie in half in the process. you lean down and capture her lips in a slow kiss, smiling when she jumps as your nipple grazes her clit.

“still sensitive?” you mumble against her. your slow kiss turns to opened mouth kisses along her cheek and down her neck as she wraps one arm around your shoulders.

she releases a breath “well, you kinda just rocked my world so i’d say so”

you smirk and tuck your head into the crook of her neck “just doing what i do best” you say cockily as your hand cradles her jaw “unless… that wasn’t good enough for you?”

your mocking tone and hand firmly grasping jessie’s jaw makes her wet all over again, even though you just made her cum not even seven minutes ago. you lean further into her allow your body to graze her heat, making her twitch and grind against you. a low whine comes from the back of her throat.

a hand slyly travels down between the two of you and you place your fingers firmly over jessie’s clit. the pressure makes her begin to arch off the plush white comforter of your bed. your smirk slowly slides into something more wicked, more teasing, as you continue to apply pressure where she’s sensitive.

jessie releases a shuddering breath “oh my god”

you test the waters and begin to circle her clit slowly “c’mon jess” you tease, sitting back on your haunches. jessie’s hands hook under the back of her knees, keeping her spread open for you to do as you please. “give me another”

jessie scrubs her hand over her face and groans. she sits up and peers out the window of her bedroom, squinting slightly as her eyes adjust to the dark.

she shifts uncomfortably and takes note of the dampness of her underwear. this wasn’t the first time she’s woken up in the middle of a dream where you were on top of her. or under her. or between her legs. in fact, it was the fourth time in the past two weeks.

the move to portland had gone fairly smooth, all things considered, but one thing that continued to bother her was the way the two of you left things. it was a weird gray area, one that she didn’t know how to navigate yet. there was no conversation or formal ending of whatever the two of you had but it made sense that you weren’t going to continue. there was now miles of land and ocean separating the two of you, and jessie didn’t think it would be fair to keep going back and forth when there was so much distance.

only, now she was starting to regret it.

what had started as drunk sex after a team night out lead to unmistakeable and unmaskable feelings. intense ones that had followed jessie across the pond.

the canadian looks at her phone on her bedside table and sighs. she could text you, or call in the morning. but what would she say? ‘hey i keep having wet dreams about us having sex because i’m actually in love with you’ or, what about ‘sorry for texting you at two in the morning after i’ve been gone for almost a month but i’m actually really missing you and what we had’

before she can even think about it, she pulls herself out of bed and goes into the bathroom, grabbing a clean pair of underwear out of her drawer as she passes. jessie looks at herself in the mirror and rolls her eyes. she wants nothing more than to tell herself that she’s being stupid, or ridiculous, or obsessive, but she can’t. she knew what she was getting herself into when the two of you didn’t have a conversation about what you were as a pair or to eachother, and it didn’t seem fair to berate herself over something that, really, was as much your fault as it was hers.

it was kind of funny if she thought about it for a second. you had gotten yourselves into this arrangement accidentally and didn’t talk about what it was, even after jessie had bought you a toothbrush to keep at hers and made room in her closet for you to put a few things. it snowballed into something more than just sex and she felt like a coward for not talking to you about it sooner.

you and jessie walk hand in hand down street on the way back to your apartment. your heeled boots click clack against the cement of the sidewalk and jessie’s keys cling and clatter together in the pocket. the sky above you grumbles low and with warning, like it’s doing a last call for everyone to get inside.

jessie looks at the sky with squinted eyes “we’ve probably got less than five minutes until it starts pouring” she says with a huff.

you knock your shoulders together “it’s been threatening to rain all night and it hasn’t yet. i think we’ll be fine”

the canadian rolls her eyes at you just as you put your hand around her shoulder, your hands still interlocked, and pull her into you. she ducks her head into the crook of your neck and sighs “i’m serious”

“so am i” you giggle “and if the rain catches us we’ll almost be in my apartment anyway”

the sky grumbles mercilessly again, and soon the sound of rain encapsulates the two of you. jessie groans into your neck and wraps her arm around your waist to pull you in further.

“we’ll be in my apartment anyway” she mocks

“i said almost”

“whatever”

with a belief that the two of you will still manage to get out of the rain not completely soaked to the bone, you begin to pick up the pace. jessie’s pulled her head out of your neck but still holds you close, craning her neck to look at the sky every so often. her obsessive checking doesn’t do either of you any favours as the rain starts to pelt, however.

she pulls you under a bus stop quickly “we should’ve just taken millie up on her offer to drop us home”

you nod in agreement before laying your head on her shoulder, listening to the rain hit the roof of the enclosed bus stop. jessie pulls out her phone and opens up the uber app, sighing in annoyance when she sees the outrageous prices “a taxi won’t be much better than these prices” she mumbles

“we could just walk the rest of the way, it’s only a block and a half”

she peers out from under the roof “yeah, okay” she says.

you interlock arms and begin to speed walk down the block, the sound of infectious giggling following you all the way to your street. you pull jessie impossibly closer before interlocking your cold hands, grinning like a child when you, again, pick up your pace.

jessie looks at you confused before you break out into a run, pulling her along with you and forcing her to keep up. the sound of your footsteps hitting the wet pavement can hardly be heard over jessie’s giggling and gasping.

“emma would kill us” she says as she finally pulls on your hand to get you to slow down “you’re already coming back from a calf injury”

you roll your eyes at her “what emma doesn’t know won’t hurt her”

your mascara is running down your face and the street lamp behind you creates a glow around your head, catching the rain in the light. if you were to look into a mirror you’d probably say that you look like a wreck, but jessie thinks you look like an angel.

the canadian smiles and grabs your face with both hands, pulling your lips to hers in a soft kiss. your hands fall to her hips just as she pulls you closer, throwing one arm loosely around your neck. she can taste rain water and red wine on your lips as she kisses you with more intent, licking into your mouth and savouring the taste.

she can feel her hair sticking to her head and she knows that there’s every chance she’s going to catch a cold if she doesn’t get the two of you inside the warm sanctuary of your home soon, but she can’t quite bring herself to care as she gets drunk off you.

she shakes her head and rids herself of her damp underwear, throwing it into a corner of her bathroom before she pulls the clean pair on. she splashes cold water on her face and huffs, bracing herself in her sink to just take a breath. the regret continues to plague her even as she retreats back to her room and tucks herself back into bed.

— —

jessie throws her head back as she fails to get on the end of another pass from hina. she sends her an apologetic wave and a tight lipped smile, sighing in relief when rob says to take a hydration break.

she stands towards the back of the circle of players surrounding the water bottles. after she went back to bed last night it still took an extra forty five minutes for her to fall back asleep, her inability to get comfortable and the images of you stopping her from getting the rest she needed.

janine slides up next to her “are you okay?” she asks lowly “you look out of it”

“didn’t get much sleep last night” jessie answers without missing a beat.

janine stays quiet for a moment, studying jessie and her demeanour. she furrows her brows and tilts her head, her eyes narrowing “you should go home”

jessie raises her brows and throws her a sideways look “i don’t need to go home. i’ll be fine”

“jess—”

“seriously janine” jessie’s face pinches and she lowers her voice, an authoritative lint to her voice “i’m fine”

janine holds up her hands in a defensive manner and puts the waterbottle back in the cooler, stepping away to give jessie the space she wants. the canadian captain sighs outwardly when she sees sinc standing off to the side in her peripheral.

morgan and hina stand either side of her caught up in what obviously was a three way conversation before janine and jessie’s conversation caught her attention. there’s a look of indifference on her face but the slightest curl of her lip tells jessie that she’s got something to say. whether that something is going to end in jessie being sat down for a talk, she doesn’t know.

the rest of training continues almost the way it started: missed passes, badly timed runs and crossbar shots galore.

it’s when jessie’s huffing about whilst packing her things does sinc attack. she places her bag on the floor, slots herself into kelli’s empty cubby and leans her elbows on her knees.

“jess” she says

“hmm” jessie hums back as she grabs her bike helmet.

“you got a minute?”

the london native pauses and looks down to where janine and sam are talking eachother’s ear’s off animatedly. the words flower arrangements and centre pieces can be heard all across the change room, so jessie knows that her best friend hasn’t put their old captain up to this.

she sits silently and gestures sinc to talk.

“today, what was that? i’ve never seen you so out of it, even when you were just starting out on the national team” she asks softly, ducking her head

jessie rubs a hand over her face “i didn’t get enough sleep. i kept waking up through the night”

“i’ve seen you run circles on less energy” she pointedly says “is that really it?”

jessie chews the inside of her cheek in contemplation. “there’s just this girl” she mutters “her and i aren’t really speaking anymore”

sinc doesn’t do very well in masking the surprise on her face “a girl?” her voice jumps an octave before she clears her throat subtly “is she— were you…?”

“we never… it was never spoken about”

“never spoken about?”

jessie’s face flushes “yeah”

“okay” sinc purses her lips “well what’s stopping you from talking about it now?”

“did you not hear me? we don’t talk anymore. i can’t just call her”

“so you’re stopping yourself?”

she groans and flops down into her own cubby “we haven’t spoken since i left and now it just feels like i’ve left it too late. i don’t want to crash in on her life if she’s not missing my presence”

sinc sighs briefly looks in janine’s direction before turning her attention back to jessie. “look, jess, you’ve only been in portland for a month and a half so i’m willing to bet that she’s losing just as much sleep as you are over this.” she says with intent, her unblinking stare commanding jessie’s attention “and i think you’ll regret it in the long run — not reaching out to her.”

“thats what i’m afraid of” jessie mutters, leaning further back into her cubby. she closes her eyes and lets a heavy sigh pass her lips.

sinc gently placed her hand over jessie’s knee, patting it once “put yourself at ease and call her. maybe you’ll get a full night’s sleep.”

——

jessie braces herself on her forearms and tucks her head into your neck. you can hear her ragged breaths, and feel her hot skin on yours as she rolls her hips. your hand falls to the back of her head and your fingers thread through her hair, tugging at her roots.

“oh my god” you moan into the air, gasping when she pulls her hips back and thrusts into you hard “jess” you say breathlessly.

“i know” her hand snakes down between your bodies and her fingers circle your clit tightly “just one more f’me, c’mon pretty girl”

she ruts into you, matching the own pace of her fingers, and moans when the harness provides her with her own satisfaction. she feels your nails claw at her back as you arch further into her and wrap your legs around her waist, drawing her into you impossibly further.

the combined sound of your breathy moans and her grunts fill her bedroom, the tension thickening around you. the sound of you is music to her ears as she pushes you to the edge. every groan, moan, breath and whine only spurs her on further, pushing her to get you there.

jessie curls one arm underneath you and pushes herself up, pulling you along with her. she sits back on her legs and you wrap yourself around her, rolling your hips feverishly. she watches you as you throw your head back and release a guttural moan.

“i’m so close— oh fuck! don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop”

your legs shake around jessie as you jump off the ledge, the pressure on your clit slowly subsiding as she removes her hand. her hands loop under your arms as she lays you flat on your back, drawing her hips back and bottoming out again.

jessie pumps into you with intent, the small, quick strokes doing more to get her off than bring you to another orgasm. the coil in her belly curls even tighter around itself and she feels herself begin to tip over, diving headfirst into an overwhelming orgasm.

with a long, drawn out moan she relaxes on top of you. your arms stay wrapped securely around her but your legs unhook themselves and slide off her slick skin. you hiss as she sits up and pulls out, throwing the strap onto the ground beside her bed before flopping back down on top of you.

“oh my god” she breathily says

you scratch at her scalp soothingly “rough day?”

“can you tell” she laughs, laying her head on your collarbones “i know that wasn’t really what you were expecting when you came over. i’m sorry”

you kiss your teeth “if that’s what you choose to do after a bad day then i’m all for it” laughing, you kiss her forehead “but only if i’m on the receiving end of it”

“no one else would be”

“no one else at all?”

jessie shakes her head and tries to fight off a yawn “nope”

the two of you lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes before jessie rolls off you and sits up on the edge of the bed “do you want anything? some food, drink, a shower?” she questions

“i’m gonna have a shower, if that’s okay with you”

she waves her hand in the direction of her bathroom “go for it. take as long as you need, i’ll start dinner”

the canadian stands and begins to put her clothes back on, picking yours up as she goes. she folds them neatly before placing them on the edge of her bed and leaning over to give you a sweet kiss.

“you don’t want to get in with me?” you ask curiously. normally jessie would be jumping straight into the shower with you and then you’d either eat together or stay up late watching whatever trashy reality tv was on. not getting dressed and offering to cook without you.

she tilts her head “i can but i just had something special for dinner planned so i figured i’d get started on that and then just jump in when you’re finished”

you pour but relent, kissing her again “okay. i won’t be long”

jessie turns and grabs you some clothes out of her closet. she also places her fluffiest pair of bed socks on top of the small pile, smiling at you cheekily when you cock a brow.

“dinner and fluffy socks? have i missed an important date?” you smile.

jessie’s heart stutters in her chest at the sight of you sitting on her bed still naked and smiling. a blush blooms across her freckled cheeks as you coo over her “no, i just wanted to do something special”

“you’re special enough”

if she had guts or metaphorical balls of steel she’d call you. but she doesn’t. instead, she makes herself your favourite meal and sulks while eating it all by herself. she ignores janine’s text asking you to come over and morgan and soph spamming the groupchat with close up unflattering close up game day photos.

she stalks your social media and then scrolls through her camera roll looking at photos she’d taken of you and everything you did together. candids of you in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear in her kitchen, ones of you smiling at her across the table at breakfast, you in your coat during cold champions league nights, funny ones from unflattering angles.

she looks at all of it.

she throws a pity party for herself and wears the fluffy bed socks. she runs every memory through her head like an old film strip burning up. she can see every inch and curve of your body like you’re right in front of her, like she’s able to just reach out and touch you.

it’s something that she knows can never be taken from her. from that first night when you dragged her up the stairs of your apartment building to the last night you spent in eachother’s arms before she left. she knows that no one else gets to have those experiences with you, that they were all uniquely hers to have and hold.

it didn’t matter if you’d already moved on and had somebody else to whisper sweet nothings to, those memories were always yours and hers. every feeling, every sound, every emotion, was real and true and hers.

the realisation brings a sense of peace to her and as she sinks back into her couch. her head rolls back against the top of her couch and she shuts her eyes, the tv fading into the background and serving as nothing more than white noise as sleep begins to fogs her mind.

jessie’s body goes completely slack, the open arms of sleep finally embracing her, when her phone buzzes from the table. she blinks herself awake and reaches for her phone, jaw dropping in disbelief.

y/n

hey, how are you doing? i’ve been thinking about you.

[satosugusandwich]

His Angel and His Brat

Part 3!! Final part!!!

Part 1! Part 2!

Hard!Dom!Geto x Brat!Gojo x Sub!Afab!Reader

(I write stuff to be racially ambiguous!)

Summary: Gojo is a mega-brat to y/n and Suguru and likes to push buttons cuz he can so Suguru decides to overstimulate Gojo until he thinks he’s broken. (Key word: thinks.) To add to Gojo’s humiliation, he ensures that the reader is getting princess treatment while watching Gojo suffer endlessly. But, of course, things don’t always go as planned with Satoru Gojo. Or for y/n. Geto and Gojo have… motives.

CW and whatnots: Overstimulation, cum-eating, vibrators, dildoes, handjobs, touch of dom satoru at the end, spit, touch of humiliation and degradation, condescending!geto, usage of the word “cock”, gojo’s boundless stamina and cocky attitude, praise, cocksucking, angel ass reader that ends up in trouble cuz gojo can’t shut his mouth, geto is actually so mean to gojo but so soft cuz he’s actually a teddy bear dw. Use of “brat, princess, angel, cockslut, and slut.” There is aftercare in this part cuz imagine leaving pathetic Satoru and reader a cum drenched mess. Poor baby. :((( Also it’s very fluffy at the end :)))

Suguru wiggled the wand around, making you instinctively twitch away. He snickered at your sensitivity, pondering how he could get the most out of you. It was impressive how long he’s gone without getting off and it’s evident by looking at his cock that it’s begging to feel something. It’s reddened now, his cock typically a lighter shade of pink blending into his own skin color. The balls are heavy and begging to be touched, he’s probably doing his best to ignore the throbbing of it to focus on his lovers. How selfless of him.

Satoru, on the other hand, is slobbering all over the big, fat cock in his mouth. He’s a messy one, spitting on it and doing all the things you both like to see. Sadly, only you have looked at him this whole time. He was determined to make Suguru look at him even if that meant he had to behave for him.

Him sucking on the plastic cock was a sight to see for you, Satoru’s deepthroating skills never seemed to disappoint you, he’s become so good at it over the years of Suguru fucking his face until cumming straight down his throat. He keeps looking at you as you thrust up into the air, your hole clenching and beckoning him over. Suguru would never allow him to give you what your needy pussy is begging for as much as Satoru wants to give it.

“Please.” You whine, your first orgasm of the night rearing its head. “Suguru, I’m gonna cum.” The words rushed out from your mouth in a hushed way, as if you didn’t want to admit it.

Suguru cocked his head to the side slightly, pursing his lips. “Already?” He wiggled the wand again, making you cry out. “Poor girl, you have a rough time ahead of you.”

“I’m cumming, Suguru!” You looked back at Suguru, your mouth agape and eyes clenching shut.

Your volume increased, making a laugh huff from your dom’s nose. “Good girl. Let’s see you make a mess.”

Your orgasm was intense, your clenched fists were clawing at the pillowcase above you, your toes buried in the sheets, your breathing practically stopped, and your cunt spasmed so strongly, Suguru almost wondered if he should stop before you end up kicking him from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Suguru! Oh my god—!” You sounded insane, babbling streams of cuss words all while you tried to calm down… but that wasn’t on the plans tonight. The second your body said no more, you instinctively tried to escape the pressure, but Suguru’s hand followed.

“No, no, no. Can’t have you escaping your punishment, can we?” He used his other arm to hold your leg down while sitting on the other one. “There, thought you mind need some help staying still.”

“Fuck! I don’t know if I can take it! It’s so much!” You still tried your best to move your hips around, finding any escape you could and you were grateful he didn’t stop you from doing that.

However, Satoru can’t help but feel a little jealous, if it were him trying to wriggle away, Suguru would tell him he can’t move or else he’d raise it a level. He babies you way too much! Regardless, he was getting to his limit, watching how Suguru looked at you so lovingly while looking nowhere in his direction. He’s tired of this boring plastic cock! It tastes like silicon and it doesn’t feel good hitting the back of his throat. Not to mention, there’s no pretty dark-haired sorcerer moaning about how good he’s doing. Instead all he gets to hear is—

“See, good girl, you can take it.” Watching as your eyes water and body twitches makes his own cock throb. And as much as he wants to ignore Satoru, the sounds of him whining around the cock and slobber pooling around the base of if is intense. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Satoru’s spit roll off onto the sheets, leaving a wet spot right beside him. You look so perfect, pulling at the sheets like you’re holding on for dear life, and if he turns to look at his other partner, his heart might fall out of his chest. Or he might cum just from watching Satoru fuck his own throat.

Each time you looked at Suguru, he was smiling with a twinge of sadism in his eye and each time you happened to look at his face his eyes would snap from your cunt to your face, to see how beautiful you look. And each time you looked at Satoru, his eyes would be on you, hungry and desperate for something else. He’d briefly look at Suguru, or really, his weeping cock, and hope he’d be blessed with the privilege of either fucking you or getting his face fucked instead.

You repeated Suguru’s name over and over with pleads spilling from your tongue. Please stop or please don’t stop, does it matter? Once that initial torture is over, you’re ready to cum again and you suppose that’s the fun part. But then you remember you’ll have to deal with that non-stop over sensitivity again. To cum or not to cum, beg for mercy or beg for more? You were at a crossroads, indeed.

“Ah, I can tell you’re getting close again, let’s just do three, hm? Your sensitive cunt is addictive, but I think for being such a good girl, I won’t torture you for too long.” Suguru leans down to kiss your stomach, vibrator pressed firmly against you.

You nodded weakly and watched him cock an eyebrow. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

He nodded and hummed along, rubbing it in circles now. “At least one of you has manners.” He finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, looked at his cockslut of a brat to the left of him. “Satoru, why don’t you entertain me a little once she cums this second time?”

He pulls the toy out, ecstatic and grinning. “Oh, yes please!”

“Did I say stop?” Suguru warned him and Satoru quickly went back to fucking his own throat, knowing that Suguru showing him any mercy is a rarity. Bedroom or no bedroom.

“Suguru, I’m gonna—“ You brought their attention back to you.

“Yes, that’s right. I bet you love watching Satoru fuck his own throat, yeah?” He cooed.

“Mm-hm, yeah.”

“Does it turn you on to know he’s watching you get punished? I know it does. Admit it.”

You could barely focus on words, but you knew you had to answer. “I love it when he watches.”

“So cute, our pretty angel doesn’t seem so innocent now. You really wanted this, wanted it so bad. That’s so sweet. Go ahead and cum for me, angel.”

“I wanted it so bad! So bad! Thank you!” You came with a cry, not even able to finish your praises for him, just shaking and throwing your head back. You didn’t even care that your noggin hit the headboard, fuck anything else in that moment, all you could focus on is how your pretty pussy gushed and spilled for him.

“Ah-haha!” Suguru couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of your head hitting the board. “Is it that good, baby? Not even Satoru has done that!”

You couldn’t even protest before the pleasure became overwhelming again. This time, your wrists flew down to push him back against his own orders but he wasn’t mad, instead it only made him laugh more.

“Oh, angel, can you not take it?” He laughed. “Come on, please, I know you can. Here, let me show you some mercy. Count to 5.”

He lifted the vibrator off and you knew you had to count. “1…2…3…4…5.” And in that brief respite, all you could do was just count. It was immediately back on your clit and somehow it was even more overwhelming. “Oh my fucking—GOD!”

Satoru sighed beside Suguru. “I’ve should’ve warned her.”

Suguru looked to Satoru, their eyes meeting. “So, wanna talk her through it, for me. You’re just so much better at making people melt. As a reward, you can stroke my cock for me, yeah? Then once I cum on her pretty cunt, you’ll lick her clean?”

Satoru nodded and spat on his hand, moving it to Suguru’s needy wanton cock, then he looked at you.

You accepted your fate. With this level of pleasure combined with Satoru’s nasty mouth, you might die when you cum.

Satoru was more than eager to help you achieve heaven. “Look at that pretty cunt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this swollen, have you? I bet if I were to just stick one finger inside, she might scream.” Oh hell, Satoru was really gonna kill you. Letting out a chuckle, he continued. “Aw, look at her whine, it’s like she can’t hold it in, never thought that she’d break down like that.”

You clamped your eyes shut, his condescending tone sending you further into pleasure but also embarrassing you, you almost wanted to hide. He would just chase you down anyways.

“Ah ah, open your eyes, I need to see them on me. Can you cry out for me? Keep begging for me? I wanna hear you say what you want, baby.” You didn’t say anything, the words caught in the back of your throat. Then Satoru suddenly grabbed one of your hands. “It’s alright, I got you baby.” He held on tightly.

“Fuck—fuck you guys!” You didn’t know if you were serious or not but that made both of them smile.

“Sorry love,” this time Suguru spoke up in-between panting and sighing, “but I think you might pass out if you fuck us.”

Satoru harrumphed in agreement. “She can barely speak, it must feel so good.” Satoru sped up stroking Suguru, knowing that you were already getting close and Suguru was too focused on you. “Our angel seems to be getting close again, much faster than earlier, you really like it when I talk to you huh? You like it when I hold your hand while Suguru tortures that clit of yours?”

“Yes-yes-yes!” You repeated, that familiar feeling coming up again. “Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. If I get to see you squirt all over Suguru again, it’ll give me more motivation to keep on fucking you, to keep on letting Suguru punish me too. I know our pretty angel has a mean streak, she sure does, but she’s at her best when she’s begging for more. Do you want more?”

“Yes!”

“Oh you’re cumming?” Suguru mused in a breathy, desperate voice, knowing that his own high was approaching soon after yours.

“Yeah she is! She is! Cum for us baby!” Satoru encouraged you and right when you hit your peak, he could feel your nails dig into his palm, clutching onto whatever you could with the strength you have left. “Good, that’s our angel, good girl.”

“That’s right, that’s right.” Suguru echoed. “That’s my girl.” He turned off the toy and you breathed in like you’ve never breathed before.

Satoru chuckled and looked at Suguru now, who was grunting and mumbling about cumming all over you under his breath. “Please, Suguru,” Satoru’s tone changing. “Cum for me please, I wanna taste it, cum baby, please.”

And once you calmed down, you joined him, spreading your lips wider to give him a perfect shot. “Cum all over my cunt, please I wanna feel it.”

His brain was going numb with both of your praises and begs. “Gonna cum all over your cunt and Satoru is gonna lick it up like a good little brat.” He grunted through his teeth.

“Please Suguru, I wanna lick it up, feel it on my tongue!” Satoru pleaded once more and you could see Suguru’s eyes roll back as his cock exploded.

It was messy and it was a lot. Thick ropes covered your clit, your abdomen, and rolled down between your ass cheeks. Satoru’s eyes widened like he was looking at his last meal as it spilled all over you. Suguru watched as Satoru immediately lapped at your stomach and travelled down to catch all that he could. “Thank you.” Satoru snickered, smirking as his tongue gathered his cum.

You and Suguru watched him, but you were the only one who could feel his hungry tongue, somehow pressing into your cunt like he wanted to taste all of Suguru and all of you. When he finished lapping up what was left on you, he licked Suguru’s pretty cock clean, licking each drop like he’s starved. “Thank you for the meal.” You heard Satoru say, his tongue finally disconnecting.

You spoke up. “I wanna taste.” Satoru leaned back and kissed you, swapping your tastes back and forth, relishing in how you worked to match his energy despite your exhaustion.

Suguru watched his pretty babies kiss and smile into each others mouths. Once you both noticed him staring, it was instantaneous the way you both went to kiss him.

“Hey!” Satoru pushed your face back down and you bit at his finger. “Don’t bite me!”

“One at a time.” Suguru said gently. “Since you’re so needy, I’ll get Satoru first.” You didn’t actually mind it, knowing he endured the most torture today. Their kiss was passionate but gentle and when it came to be your turn, Suguru leaned down to connect with your mouth. You caught his face in your hands and shared a breathy, open-mouthed kiss and then finished with giving him a peck on the nose.

“I’m exhausted.” Satoru plopped down beside you and rolled onto his stomach with his face in the pillow.

“Me too.” You giggled, copying him.

You could practically hear Suguru roll his eyes. “Such children.” He picked up all the toys from the today, the dildo, vibes, and Satoru’s cuffs from earlier and rose from the bed. “I’ll be back.”

Satoru moaned obnoxiously. “Abandoning us, I see.”

“Imagine not immediately taking your perfect, amazing, and gorgeous subs to the bathtub and lighting like 5 candles with rose petals.” You ran your hand up Satoru’s back and he turned his head to face you, still on his stomach.

“Honestly, what kind of person doesn’t worship their subs, so weird.” Satoru joked again.

From the bathroom, Suguru shot back. “You’re a switch, Satoru.”

He pouted and whined. “But not tonight!!!!!”

Suguru reemerged from the bathroom with a wet towel and started to wipe in-between your legs, gentle enough to not stimulate you again. You rubbed your head into Satoru’s shoulder, smiling. Suguru gave Satoru the same treatment. Suguru also had another clean towel on hand to wipe your heads, paying extra attention to your sweaty ass forehead. Satoru was the first to get up, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching. You got up and went to the bathroom to piss, looking at yourself in the mirror and splashing your face with cool water. Meanwhile you could hear Suguru strip the bed of “sex sheets” and bringing out fresh ones. Satoru also walked into the bathroom, poking you with a water bottle on your cheek.

“Yes, yes, I’ll drink.” You snatched it from the grinning man and gulped practically the whole thing down. Satoru drank the rest of what you left and kissed your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Suguru was now as the door to the bathroom.

“Naptime. I feel like nap time.” Satoru answered first.

You nodded and turned on the shower. “Shower time.”

Suguru looked content, placing a brief peck on Satoru’s cheek. “Were you okay with everything? Is there any feedback?”

You shook your head. “You didn’t go too far or anything. You were still so sweet the whole time. I really liked how you made sure me and ‘Toru both were entertained.” Checking the temperature of the water, you waited to hear anything else.

Satoru looked over to you. “Sorry if what I did was too unexpected, I just know you’re kinda scared to admit what you want sometimes. It’s pretty common with chicks.”

“No, it’s alright. It was actually really fun.” You admitted, mirroring Suguru’s kiss on his cheek. “If I wasn’t okay with it I would’ve said something.”

Suguru stretched and popped his neck. “Next time, we should talk more about what we’re doing.”

Satoru whined. “Predictability can be boring though!!!! But I guess it’ll help avoid bad things.”

“Satoru.” You both say, but you let Suguru finish talking. “We can still be spontaneous, that’s been basically our entire relationship.”

“I know.” He whined again and stepped into the shower. “I’ll be the spontaneity!”

After the three of you shower and wind down, you end up snuggled between both men, just talking the night away. You really couldn’t ask for more from them. Satoru made jokes the entire night, mostly cheesy, but all funny. Suguru started to get overly curious about what all you’re afraid to admit and you realized you’d rather be interrogated by Gojo, because at least whatever you say it’s nowhere near as freaky as Satoru’s brain.

“Hey.” Satoru poked your cheek.

“What?”

“Stop assaulting our angel.”

“Shaddup, I have an important announcement.” He rolls over and whispers in your ear. “I love you.”

Suguru puts his hand to his ear. “What was that?”

You follow suit. “Yeah, say it again.”

“I hate you both.” Satoru rolls over, now a red mess.

“Love you too.” Suguru says first, reaching his head across you to kiss Satoru one more time.

“I love you both.” You say, pulling the covers up and then attaching yourself to Satoru like a koala bear.

Satoru huffs and grabs your arm that wrapped around him. “If you didn’t we’d have a problem.” You nuzzled into the back of his neck and soon after, Suguru’s body weight shifted so that he had a hold on you. In one big triple spoon, you closed your eyes and just before you finally got to sleep. Satoru repeated himself. “I really do love you guys.”

[heexseung]

꒰ 🖤 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；cease control ❜

* pairing: vampire!jay x vampire!afab!reader

* tags: smut, dom/sub dynamics, jay is a bratty sub, established friends with benefits relationship, jay is a pain slut, degradation, exhibitionism, slapping, cock ring, spanking, hard dom reader, hard sub jay, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex

* synopsis: jumping on jay the first moment you see him in the hallway.

* word count: 4.5k

* a/n: this came out later than expected, super duper sorry about that 🙏🏼 i've been busy with work stuff :3 but i hope you've all been doing well !! pls enjoy this repost 💝 and have the loveliest days ahead

Minding his own business, Jay walks through the empty hallway of the university’s building. He was planning on spending the rest of his evening at his dorm, lazing around, maybe play some games or something but that plan went down the drain when his roommate decided that he wanted to fuck his crush. Not to be bitter, Jay’s happy for him but now what is he supposed to do until 10 pm? He couldn’t just stay there now, could he? Well, honestly he doesn’t really mind but they’d probably do. 

Thus, he ends up just wandering around the university campus with no certain destination. The hallway is empty at this time of day, he sighs to himself. Maybe he could go to a cybercafe? A restaurant? Or even book a hotel room for the night? Occupied in his own thoughts, he doesn’t even notice you making your way towards him until you place your hand on his back.

He flinches a bit, not expecting anyone to be here, but before he could make sense of things, you already have his back against the hallway wall and your lips on his. He was going to push you off him but then he recognises that it’s you, it’s your breathing, it’s your scent, it’s your body — so he relaxes and kisses you back. Placing one hand on your waist and one hand on the back of your head, he pulls you in flush against him, reciprocating the almost overwhelming passion you give him.

Okay- I think I know what I’m doing this evening now, he thinks to himself as you start roughly sucking on his tongue.

You’re feeling very dominant today, he can feel it. He almost moans at it. The way you roughly invaded his mouth with your tongue just proves it. Like a thirsty traveller in the desert, you kiss him as if he’s a pool of water you just found on your journey. It leaves both of you breathless and dizzy. By the time you pull away from him, you start licking his neck and his grip on your shoulders tighten.

Knowing that he has a really sensitive neck, you’re determined to use that to your advantage today. Baring your fangs, you bite down hard on his neck, your fangs breaking through his skin. The pain mixed with pleasure makes his head spin and his knees weak. He hisses and shudders in response as he leans against the wall behind him for support.

Jay’s hands move to your hips — he was going to make you grind against him but you’re one step ahead of him. Pushing your leg against the bulge in his pants, he can’t help but hiss at the feeling. The pressure you’re giving him isn’t enough and he guesses that that’s the point but he can’t help but want more from you. Fuck, he would dry hump your leg right now if only his ego isn’t so huge.

“You’re gonna be my slut today,” you say to him sternly, the tone of your voice making it seem like you’re not leaving him any room for discussions or objections.

Licking his lips, he tries not to let his degradation kink get to him and replies, “Sorry babe, I’m nobody’s slut.”

“Oh? That wasn’t what you said last time though?”

Last time… Remembering the last time you two fucked — which was actually just a few days ago, he feels heat rushing to his ears, cheeks and dick. His dick twitches against your leg and you feel it, he knows you do because you’re looking at him with that same smirk you had on last time.

He doesn’t want to remember it; he doesn’t want to remember how hot it was, he doesn’t want to remember how you dominated the shit out of him, how you made him do all those embarrassing stuff, the way you called him your dirty slut or the fact that he agreed to it, nope, he doesn’t want to remember practically screaming your name when he came or how insanely good it felt — nope, no no no.

A moment of silence stretches on as his thoughts begin to sink in. Closing his eyes tight, he gulps down the saliva inside his mouth. Somehow, the way his neck moves awakens something inside you. It prompts you to wrap your hands around his throat as you whisper in his ear, “So you wanna be a brat and get punished or you wanna be a good boy?”

The answer is obvious. Jay will never go down without a fight, you know this. That’s why you’re not really surprised when he suddenly switches your position. Now it’s you whose back is against the wall. Wasting no time, he slides one of his hands into your pants, rubbing circles on your cunt. His other hand goes to knead one of your boobs, his thumb pressing and rubbing against your nipple. His touch just makes you shiver.

“If anyone’s the slut here, it’s you. You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All wet and horny for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. Please, if he thinks you’re not ready for a fight then he’s already losing. It’s always like this with Jay anyway. He tries it — and always so but you always end up winning. He doesn’t learn his lesson, maybe he doesn’t want to. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you and bite down hard on his neck again. His hands stop moving, he can’t help but shiver and whimper at the dizzying sensation. You don’t let him have enough time to recover — why would you anyway? You quickly do it again, and again, until he starts seeing stars because of you.

His neck is now bright red, full of markings — vampire fangs markings which means they’re gonna last for a while. You start licking his neck to provide some relief for him. Feeling him shudder uncontrollably against you, you take the chance to pin him back against the wall. And it was easy, he can’t fight back, he’s practically defenceless when you do stuff like this. His body is limp against the wall, his eyes shut tight. 

“I said you’re my slut today. Understand?” Your deep tone of voice along with the insult has him weak as hell. With your hand pinning his wrists to the wall, he tries to push back against you but you bite him hard again and his resolve quickly falters.

He doesn’t answer you though, he just keeps quiet as your teeth start biting his shoulder through his shirt. You take notice of that and tell him, “I’ll make you say it, loud and clear.”

That sentence makes him remember the last time, where you made him scream out in pleasure as you degrade him, calling him your fuck toy, your pain slut, a dumb baby. He can feel his dick straining against his jeans as he remembers how hot it was and how good he felt at that time. As your hand starts palming him, he’s unable to hide the moan escaping out of his mouth.

Bringing your lips to his ear, you mock him, “You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All hard and horny for me.”

Once again, he tries to free his hands, pushing back against your hand but his push is weak and you didn’t expect that so you end up almost slamming them against the wall. He doesn’t seem to mind though because now he’s intensely staring at you with eyes full of lust and want.

Jay licks his lips, it prompts you to give him a long, heated and dominating kiss. With your leg pressing against his dick, he can’t help but give into you, grinding against your leg as he kisses you back, moaning every so often. When you pull away from him, you’re both staring at each other with dark, hooded eyes.

“What do you want?” Jay finally speaks, his voice husky, his head still a bit dizzy.

But by the tone of his voice, you already know that you had won — at least this time. You don’t know for sure if he won’t act up again so you keep your guard up. Jay’s unpredictable and he doesn’t submit easily but that’s what makes him fun to play with. Giving him a devilish smirk, you pull him with you to the nearest empty room which happens to be a classroom.

After locking the doors, you go to sit at the teacher’s desk. Like an obedient puppy, Jay follows you there. Laying his hands on the desk beside your thighs, he leans into you and says, “Want me to rail you right on this desk?”

A loud smack echoes across the room as your hand makes contact with his face. The sudden action coming from you has him stunned and you quickly use that to your advantage. Tightly gripping his hair, you bring his ear close to your lips and whisper to him in a deep voice, “Kneel.”

It takes him a while to fully absorb the situation into his mind and as he starts to feel the stinging sensation on his cheek, he bites his lip to stop a groan from coming out. You slapped him. You slapped him and he likes it. He likes the pain it brings him. And now he can’t stop himself from thinking about how good it would feel if you’d slap him while he’s inside you. Just imagining his dick inside your wet pussy, hitting your walls and you clenching around him, you slapping him as his dick moves in and out of you. Fuck, his pants are getting really uncomfortable now.

For a moment, he contemplates whether to follow your order or to keep on challenging you. But after seeing the expression on your face, he instantly knows that he probably shouldn’t challenge you anymore if he wants to be able to walk for the next couple of days. So he takes a few steps back and gets down on his knees in front of you, his hands behind his back. The sight of him being obedient like a trained dog just makes you smile. You can’t help the praise from slipping. 

“Good boy.”

His eyes widen confusedly at your praise. It’s not that he doesn’t like praises — he does, but it just feels weird coming from you. You rarely praise him. Especially with such a soft tone.

Clearing your throat, you quickly go back to your stern voice, “Are you finally going to be obedient now?”

He doesn’t say anything and just bites his lip to stop any bratty remarks that are threatening to escape him. A moment of silence goes by and you smile, knowing that you have won yet again, as always. Getting down from the desk, you make your way towards him. You stop right in front of him, bend your knees to meet his gaze and ask him, “You know our safe word right?”

“Black,” he says without hesitation.

“Good.” 

And with that, you pull a special certain toy out from your pocket. His eyes widen when you hold the toy in between you two. “Wanna try it, baby boy?”

The only response he gives is biting his bottom lip. To any stranger, it would seem like he's uninterested but you're not a stranger, no. You know Jay — at least, you know his body, you know how he reacts especially when he's turned on despite only knowing him for like a month. And right now, you can see how his eyes twinkle a bit, how heat rushes to his ears and cheeks, and how his eyes don't leave the toy. 

“Cone on.” You nod at his pants. 

Slowly, he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear. When the cold air hits his erect dick, he lets out a hiss. 

Don't touch it, he tells himself. Don't even pay attention to it.

“As pretty as always, Jay.” 

He doesn't know why but upon hearing those words from you, somehow he suddenly feels nervous; butterflies in his stomach. He's suddenly more aware of his heartbeat, the air in the room, the space between you two and how his dick twitches a bit as your hand starts getting closer to it. 

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

“Aw, your praise kink is showing.” 

He moves his eyes away from you out of embarrassment and in response, you grab his jaw with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. Moving even closer to him, you say, “Here's a new rule. Don't break eye contact.”

A moment of silence goes by before you continue again, “Understand, pretty boy?” 

At first, he just nods slowly but then he feels the toy around the base of his dick — it's a bit cold. It makes him hiss and he almost closes his eyes at the sensation, more so when he feels the toy tightening and closing around him. Since he can’t really break eye contact with you, all he can feel is the cock ring around him — it’s a bit tight but that’s probably because he’s hard.

“How's that? Too tight?” You ask as you look at him.

“It's fine,” he reassures you.

“Tell me if it starts getting numb or if it starts hurting,” you say to him in a serious tone. 

He nods again in understanding and you waste no time in kissing him again. After a few seconds of heated open-mouthed kisses, your tongue roughly enters his mouth to entangle with his. He tries to fight back but his resolve falters when he feels your hand tightly squeezing his dick. As he gasps, you stop kissing him and say, “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Your hand goes to your pocket again and this time, you take out a remote controller. Before Jay could even comprehend what it is, you’ve already turned the toy on to the second setting. The intense vibrations start and immediately, he starts shuddering in front of you. You watch as his whole body shakes, especially the lower half of his body, watch as his facial expressions turn red due to pleasure, watch as he gasps and moans while trying to keep his balance. His eyes stay open though which is good. Gently, you lay him down on his back and get on top of him, sitting right on top of his dick to feel the vibrations too. 

“Mmm,” you moan at the vibrations the toy gives you. It stimulates your pussy, makes it tingle, you can already feel yourself getting wet again even though you still have your pants on. 

Yeah, the pants have to go. 

While unbuttoning your pants with one hand, you increase the setting of the toy with your other — it’s now at three; more than enough to get you both off. 

“Y-you… you didn’t- fuck… you didn’t- tell me it- that it… vibrates, fuck,” he says in between gasps and moans. 

Chuckling, you take a moment to look at the man under you. With his ears and cheeks red, sweat on his forehead, half-lidded lustful eyes trying their best to stare back at you, he looks really erotic right now. While unbuttoning his shirt, you reply, “Surprise, slut.”

“I’m not your slut,” he snaps at you.

Rolling your eyes, you pinch his left nipple and he gasps in response. With your pants now pulled down, you grind on his dick, making you both moan at the vibrations. 

“I don’t know, Jay. You seem like a real slut right now. Just look at you, you look fucked up.” You gasp when you feel his dick thrust into your clothed pussy in retaliation. “Okay, since you still wanna be a brat-” 

And then you start biting him again. You repeatedly bite his sensitive neck with your fangs, making him shiver under you. On top of that, you grind continuously against his dick while your hands play with his nipples. Jay feels so stimulated he can barely even think, much less form sentences. The only sounds that come out of his mouth are just gasps, moans and groans. 

“I’m being really nice to you, Jay and you’re idea of paying me back for my kindness is to be a brat and not follow my rules?”

Gasping, Jay squirms under you at your actions and words. It’s getting too much for him; the vibrations, your hands, your mouth, your words, your dominance — he’s gonna cum. Fuck, he’s gonna cum. 

“I’m-” 

“You’re not cumming until you beg me for it just like the slut that you are, understand?”

A whine leaves his mouth as you get off of him and he opens his eyes — fuck, they were closed? 

You turn down the toy vibration setting to number one as Jay just stares at the classroom ceiling, his breathing heavy. The air is heavy too, he can tell that he’s in trouble and what’s worse is that he genuinely feels thrilled about it, he’s looking forward to what you’re gonna do to him, how you’re gonna wreck him and fuck him dumb. He wants it, he wants to be your personal slut because it just feels so good. You make him feel so good.

“Bend over the desk.”

Now that he’s a bit calm, his brattiness comes out again. “Make me,” he says defiantly, not making any move to get up from the floor.

Sighing, you move closer to him and quickly turn him around so that his front body is facing the floor. Getting behind him, you manoeuvre his body so that his ass is in the air and his legs are spread wide open, giving you a full view of his ass. Jay, feeling embarrassed, quickly hides his face in his arms as he groans, “What are you even doing?”

He struggles to hold in a moan as your hands start kneading his ass. 

“You’re lucky I don’t have a dildo with me today,” you say as your finger starts pushing against his hole. He gasps and buries his head deeper into his arms at your movements. “Or else I would’ve really fucked you dumb already.”

A loud smack echoes across the room again, except this time, your hand makes contact with his ass instead of his face. He gasps loudly at the sensation. Although he expected the blow, it still took him by surprise. He bites his lips to prevent a moan from coming out because he knows that you’ll immediately get cocky when you hear it.

And he can’t handle your teasing right now, he just can’t. Not when you’re literally making a mess out of him right now — both figuratively and physically. His head is dizzy, his body isn’t listening to him, his dick is already leaking precum, his mouth is drooling. He might even start crying if you spank him too much.

You repeat your actions and every smack of your hand on his ass makes his dick so hard, he’s practically melting into the floor. By the time you stop, Jay can’t even think anymore, he just feels and right now, everything just feels so fucking good. 

A moment of silence goes by as he calms himself down and you ask him, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies breathlessly.

“Colour?”

“Green, just give me a moment.”

Jay lays down on the floor on his back while you go to sit back down on the desk. Another moment of silence stretches between you two and you eventually ask him, “Do you want me to put the ointment now or later?”

“You have it with you?” He asks, genuinely curious and a bit surprised.

Chuckling, you reply, “Please. I carry it around in my pocket everywhere I go now because you’re such an exhibitionist and a pain slut. Anyway, now or later?”

With a hoarse voice, he says to you, “Later. Now fuck me.”

You laugh in response and tell him, “No.”

Sighing to himself, he starts feeling impatient. Still, he doesn’t say a word to you.

“We can go all evening, Jay. You won’t get to cum unless you beg,” you say.

He wants to ask if you’re joking and he prays to God that the answer is yes, but by the look of your face, he already knows that you’re being dead serious and that there’s no way for him to get out of this — well, not that he actually wants to. It takes him a while but he eventually says it in a really soft voice, so soft that you barely hear him.

“Please fuck me.”

“Can’t hear you,” you say unimpressed.

Sighing, he says it again, louder this time, “Please fuck me.”

Crossing your arms, you raise an eyebrow at him and say, “Come on, you can do better than that.”

Covering his face with his hands to hide his burning cheeks, he takes a deep breath and quickly starts rambling, “Please, please fuck me, I want to be inside you so bad please, I’m so hard it hurts and my cock is leaking, I need you, babe. I’ll be your slut, okay? I’m your personal slut and I’m sorry I was bratty. Just please fuck me. I’m so hard for you. Please?”

Satisfied, you give him a smile, slide down your underwear and go to grab the remote to increase the vibration setting again. After setting it on three, you lower yourself to sit down on his cock. He moans at the feeling of your wet cunt pressing against his dick along with the vibrations the toy gives him. Lowering your head near his ear, you say, “See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Then, you start grinding against his dick. He can’t help the loud moan escaping out of his mouth. Placing your hands on his chest, you grind against him again as you whisper to him, “Want me to fuck you on this cold hard floor? Damn, you’re so fucking dirty, such a slut for me, huh?”

Unable to stop himself, he bucks up into you which only prompts you to push back against him harder. Both of you moan in response as his tip pushes against your core.

“Louder, babe. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are. God, imagine people seeing you like this. Mr bad boy Jay is actually a whore, a pain slut, my pain slut. How does it feel?”

He chokes on his words, “I-It.. feels… so fucking good, please.”

“Yeah? You want to be inside me?”

“Please,” Jay says as he nods in desperation. The feeling of the cold hard floor is doing something to him and his stinging ass against the floor just makes the pleasure and pain feel better.

“Beg, slut.”

Jay’s completely desperate and at your mercy now, he’s willing to do whatever you ask of him as long as his dick gets inside of you. So he starts rambling once again, “Please please please can you please put my cock inside you? I need you so bad, please-”

He can’t help but groan as he feels the familiar smack against his cheek. Thrusting his hips into you, it’s obvious that he likes the slap you just gave him. And if it’s not obvious, he’s already telling you to do it again, “Fuck, slap me again, please.”

So you slap him again since he’s asking nicely, one hand making contact with his cheeks while the other holds onto his cock as you put him inside of you. You slam yourself into him and you both moan at the sensation. It feels a bit painful for you though because you didn’t bother to get ready properly. You can only blame Jay for making you this horny and impatient.

Jay notices it. Of course he does, Jay notices a lot of things. Immediately sensing your slight discomfort, Jay asks you breathlessly, “Fuck, are you okay? I forgot that you didn’t-”

Nodding at him, you cut him off, “It’s fine, don’t worry too much about me.”

And with that, you start moving up and down his cock. Jay can’t stop moaning when you do that. Your every move, your every thrust gets his head spinning and he can’t think properly. All he can do is moan loudly in pleasure. You angle yourself so that he hits a good spot and you moan when he does, the impact sending shivers to your spine. The cock ring helps make the pleasure feel five times better than usual.

You keep going like this, fucking Jay hard into the floor as he just lays there and take it until eventually, you feel him getting close to his orgasm. You know because his hips start moving into you, his movements sloppy like a horny puppy just wanting to rut and his moans reaching a higher pitch than normal.

He moans your name, “I’m so fucking close, please.”

“You know the drill, bitch. Scream my name when you cum, understand?”

Nodding in desperation, he moans a yes loud and clear. As you keep pounding into him, you feel your orgasm coming in too. “Who’s my slut?” You ask him for the last time today.

At this point in time, all Jay can say is just a string of curses, more specifically the word fuck but of course, he never disappoints because he manages to choke out, “Me. I am. I’m your slut. I’m your filthy dirty slut. Please-”

“Louder. Let everybody here know how much of a slut you are for me,” you can’t help but say to him.

“I’m your slut,” he screams loud and clear, not caring if anybody’s walking by, not caring if anybody can actually recognise his voice. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cum because it’s just too much.

You thrust one more time into him and that’s enough to get him off the edge. He screams your name just like the last time — intense and loud. You feel him release his warm load inside you and it gets you cumming too. You moan his name as you come undone and continue moving albeit slowly, to ride the waves of your orgasm.

When you’re both spent, you lie on top of him. You could feel his cum oozing out of your cunt and you feel so glad that you started taking birth control pills several months ago. You both stay like that for a while, until you eventually get up to get the ointment from the pocket of your pants. Because his energy is drained, he just looks as you make your way back towards him.

“Turn around,” you tell him as you start putting some ointment on your hands. He obeys without a word, turning around and showing his bare ass to you.

“Thanks for today,” you continue as you start rubbing the ointment on his sore ass, “You did so well for me, I’m so proud of you. I’m sorry, I was being too rough with you.”

He chuckles at that, “Oh, babe, you know I love rough sex.”

A comfortable silence fills the air and as you continue taking care of him, he tells you in a soft voice, “Thanks. I enjoyed today.”