#male bff

[leyllethecreator]

White Hot Sugar

“Can we try those chocolates now?” He asks abruptly, pushing his hair back, “I haven’t had anything but cafeteria food in ages and I’m dying for something that doesn’t taste like boxed pudding and gelatine.”

I hurry to get the box out of my bag and undo the ribbon. Something, maybe a slight movement, maybe a change in his breathing makes me hesitate for a second. I don’t look up, but I become aware that he’s watching me, feel his dark eyes tracing my motions as I remove the velveteen lid with some effort.

At the edge of my peripheral, I can see his expression - too, intent - I try to pretend I don’t, making a show of selecting a bonbon with two fingers, unreasonably embarrassed. My face flashes red and white like a siren.

I’ve taken one bite when Kattar scares me half to death - saying suddenly - “Wait! Is that the goober nougat?! I want that one!”

“I already took a bite out of it,” I stammer, somewhere between annoyed and disconcerted.

“Don’t care.”

I surrender the half-eaten bonbon but feel the need to add, as a last, exasperated complaint “It’s just a glorified peanut butter cup.”

Kattar smiles impishly, self-satisfied, a brilliant flush blooming in his cheeks as he pops the bonbon into his mouth, watching my face the whole time.

I shake my head and select another, rolling it over at my fingertips. I lock eyes with him. That same expression. I try to meet his gaze - ask nonchalantly, jokingly:

“Am I allowed to eat this one?

He smiles his roguish grin, and any attempt at maintaining my heart rate evaporates.

His eyes flash, taunting me,

“We’ll see.”

(Read "Damsel in the Red Dress" on Tapas)

[fitstud]

[cumtastiics]

Omg love your work!! Started with the elf prince stayed for the inquisitor💕 cam I pleasw request like a childhood best friend yandere with a reader who is kinda grew up with his yandere tendencies that she’s kinda used to it and deems it “normal”

Thank you✨

yan!childhood bff x reader

a/n: that's so sweet omh 😭😭🙏🏼

tw: manipulation (?)

"He's weird."

That was all your friends would say when he came around.

But they weren't right! He was looking out for you, and you knew that. He was always like this.

"They keep on saying you're weird, and I should stay away from you," you told him as you walked to your homes together, hand in hand.

Almost like a couple.

You felt his hand grip a bit tighter around yours, almost hurting. "They don't understand. You'll stay away from them, right? They aren't good people if they talk bad about others like that."

"You're right," you slowly nodded. "They were really nice though."

He hated it. How you talked fondly about people who weren't him.

"It's okay. You have me. That's all that matters."

[brainrot-dot-org]

i’ve seen a. lot of things lately saying that buck and eddie probably have never had close male friendships and that’s why they are so close and think they are normal- but i see this and raise you buck has had close male “friendships” where maybe he looks at a hot guys butt or maybe they do some things together, that buck sees as normal (think liam and alex in rwrb) and the other person in the friendship thought they were dating but buck has never realized that, and that’s why he and eddie are the way that they are, cause it’s not gay if it’s your best friend- right?

[ingravinoveritas]

Have you seen this? I head "Michael got excited about being connected through matching bracelets" and immediately thought that you're going to have some thoughts.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeQE7KSk/

Oh my god. No, I hadn't seen this video until now, but thank you SO much for sending it to me! I'll post a clip of the most pertinent part about what Michael said below, but I urge folks to check out the whole thing on Tiktok, as this is the woman who made the bracelets we saw David wearing at the Proud Nerd Con last weekend:

My first immediate reaction after seeing/hearing this was utter disbelief and delight, coupled with a complete lack of surprise because...Michael. If there is anyone who could channel "15-year-old girl during the last week of summer camp" energy, it is Michael. It's also terribly bittersweet and yet somehow fitting knowing that we're nearing the end of Michael's time in London--which I think we can now refer to as Shennant Summer, at least in Australia, though the last six months were technically the winter here.

(My second thought was that I feel like we're a hell of a lot closer than ever before to my imaginings of Michael and David getting complementing tattoos somehow manifesting into reality...)

But...my god. I don't think any of us could picture Michael and David not being connected in some way, even if/when they're not in the same city, and yet the thought of Michael wanting to have some tangible reminder of David with him always is doing things to my heart that may necessitate the use of defibrillators. I feel like this is some kind of reverse Parent Trap situation where Michael is going to "accidentally" pack one of the Tennant kids in his suitcase, which will mean David will have to go to Wales to collect his wayward offspring, and then the next thing you know they're on a yacht drinking Champagne while "I Love You (For Sentimental Reasons)" plays in the background.

I think what is so incredible to me is that we know how soft (in the best way possible) Michael is, but to know that he's specifically gotten that way over David--that he holds David in that deep heart space--is achingly beautiful. I know a lot of folks will say that this is giving all of the "friendship bracelet" and "besties" vibes, but I really don't think it's much of a stretch to think that it could be something more. Everything about this just feels so romantic at this point that, in my opinion, it would seem almost ludicrous to not consider it a possibility. Because right now, neither Michael nor David appear to be holding back, and I'm so here for it.

Thank you again so much for sending this my way. I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks, so please feel free to add your thoughts in the comments. Thanks for writing in! x

[fciryprincess]

when me and my friends' convos consist of how badly we both need older men (ily r)

[bonecarversbestie]

I really want a scene between Lucien and Nesta where he tells her he understands what it's like to feel that no matter what you do, or how much of yourself you give, it'll never be enough to gain respect and acceptance from the IC. And that family shouldn't force you to earn their love.

[findafight]

Do you like Robin as a character or is she just a quirky lesbian to you.

[peachm1lkk]

Blowing off some steam

Synopsis - After the last reset, Jude has some time alone to go over what had happened... His mind goes on to wonder about a specific hitman.

CW — Very vanilla nothing too extreme, unhealthy coping mechanism, Masturbation used as a coping mechanism, Readers past deaths are referenced throughout fic, Character analysis(?), Self loathing, little dialogue, bitter ending, unrequited lust, Smut with minimal plot, potentially OOC behavior

Pairing(s) — Jude (Solo) / Jude x Sean

AN — Cross posted on Ao3 // Actually struggled with this a lot, mostly due to Jude being a crybaby bitch fag who's too concerned with BFF being dead on the floor to care about smooching...

By the morning, when Jude is back in bed, when he knows if he were to turn his head to the side slightly he'd see a notification from you— He feels a little sick. Memories that had technically never happened in the first place were all still raw in his mind, his stomach churning with the knowledge that your blood was now on his hands.

God, he can still feel the weight of the gun in his hand, how shaky his hands were as he tentatively lifted the gun to you. He can still hear how your soft sobbing, a noise he wishes he never has to hear again, ended so abruptly with the simple pull of the trigger, the silence after deafening.

He can still see his fucking face.

Jude sits up abruptly, his heart pounding as he grapples with the memories that claw at him from the shadows of his mind. The sunlight pouring through the curtained window feels abrasive, too bright for the darkness that clings to his thoughts. He can’t let this happen again; he won’t let it. He has to find a way to break this torturous cycle. His phone buzzes on the nightstand, and he almost ignores it, a part of him wanting to drown in despair. But what choice does he have? Every second counts after all.

With trembling fingers, he picks it up and glances at the notification- Reading over your message with a vague sense of impending dread.

‘Hope you got home safe, I'm with Delilah rn so I won't be able to talk much’

He doesn't know why he expected something new, he's seen this same message a thousand times before. And he'll respond the same way he always has, the same way he's figured would keep you alive, breathing, and happy.

He frowns inwardly, but after a brief moment of thought he finally responds

‘Yeah, I’m good. Just tired. There's been some crazy traffic recently so I think you should just spend the night

His thumb hovers over the send button, a dark fear creeping in that this, too, could seal your fate. But he presses it anyway, the familiar rush of regret washing over him like ice water. He only sets his phone down once you react to his message with a thumbs up.

Jude swings his legs over the side of the bed, willing himself to move, to act. He paces the small room, each footfall echoing in the silence. He stares absentmindedly at his disheveled appearance, attempting to brush his hair into something more appealing before giving up on it altogether.

Killing you didn't provide as much relief as he thought it would then. Though he doesn't remember what happens after your death, seeing as he was barely confident in the idea that he kept the timeline open longer than he usually does. He remembers little things, though, little insignificant details like the stomach-churning smile on Sean's face and how overwhelmingly warm his hands felt despite being wrapped around the cooled metal of the pistol.

But the important details and memories of what had happened after your death were left fuzzy and muddled. Scarring his psyche with only the disgusting feeling of hopelessness that clung to him like a second skin. Jude’s hands trembled as he fought with his clothes, hurriedly tugging them off and tossing them to the side, trying to shake the suffocating weight of despair off his shoulders. He had to think of something—anything—that could break this maddening loop.

Why on earth would anyone want you dead? You hadn't mentioned the Morel brothers, and he knows the chance of you and anyone of them crossing paths was low enough that the possibility could be dismissed easily enough. And as far as he knew, you didn't seem to have a particular contempt towards anyone and vice versa.

So why place a hit on you?

He doesn't realize he's in the shower till the cold water hits him, a little yelp spilling from him as he pulls away reflexively. The shock of the cold jolts him into clarity as the water cascades over him, quick to transition into a welcoming warmth as time goes on. Jude lets the water wash over him, the steam enveloping him like a shroud. It feels good—soothing and almost nurturing in how it makes him relax. Each droplet carries away the remnants of yesterday's despair, though he knew that in the end, they'll still remain on the back burner of his mind.

You really were some type of plague to those around you…

His thoughts, though vaguely on you, began to wander. He didn't want to pull it back to you, to not have you on his mind for even just five seconds would be a welcomed peace. He doesn't know if he prefers obsessing over you to thinking about Sean. He doesn't know why he lets his mind wander to thoughts about him of all people, nor does he know why he didn't put a stop to it when his mind decided to think of him in a much more… intimate manner. At least more intimate than he probably should be comfortable with.

Jude grips the tiled wall, feeling the slick surface under his fingers as he fights against the chaos in his mind. Images of Sean flicker like a broken film reel, each frame more vivid than the last—the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his smirk could twist into something both inviting and sinister. Jude curses softly under his breath, brows furrowing at the memory of Sean's praise when he'd coerced Jude to shoot you.

Jude grits his teeth, the warmth of the water suddenly feeling suffocating. Why is he thinking about that? Why is he even thinking of the way Sean practically purred when calling him a ‘Good boy’? The memory was as sickening as it was intoxicating. If only he could remove the context, then maybe he wouldn't feel so guilty about the heat slowly pooling in his core—a tension that had no right to exist in relation to a monster like Sean, let alone the act he’d committed.

The self-loathing isn't enough to dissuade the rising tide of desire that swirled within him. It felt like a betrayal, a revolting, horrid betrayal of his own character, a betrayal of the torture the two of you have been subjected to for what was probably decades. And here he is, hesitatingly nursing his hardening erection, thinking about Sean, of all people.

He wasn't attracted to Sean, well, at least not romantically, and who would be? But the allure, the idea of just a moment of release was tempting in a way that felt foreign and wrong. He could almost laugh, first thing he does when he resets is get hard at the idea of fucking your hitman. With tender hands he slowly caressed his skin, finding it slick and warm under the cascading water.

He wonders if his hands would be rougher, calloused from years of taking lives rather than nurturing them. Jude's breath quickened, a mix of exhilaration and dread flooding his veins. Would Sean’s hands be as unforgiving on him as they were on those he hunted?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, not all of it unwelcome. He turned the water temperature up, letting the heat seep into his bones, a poor attempt to burn away the guilt that clung to his skin. With every passing second, he felt himself teetering on the precipice of something reckless, something that could tip him sideways into a place he feared to explore.

But there was a part of him that craved the chaos—the danger. Perhaps it was simply the thrill of believing that if he gave in to those dark urges, even just once, it might somehow free him from this endless cycle of torment. He could almost imagine it: Sean pulling him close, breath hot against his ear, whispering promises that hinted at both pleasure and pain.

Jude’s breath hitched at the thought, a visceral pull drawing him deeper into that fantasy. He imagined the way Sean’s lips would graze against his neck, hot and warm against sensitive skin, as if claiming territory in this twisted landscape of betrayal and desire. He pressed his forehead against the cool tiles, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears.

He can feel his breathing becoming deeper and heavier with need as his hand slowly moves along his shaft, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He can't believe he's doing this, but any rational slips as he forces himself to just think of it as a needed stress relief.

Albeit hesitantly, he slowly increases his pace, the sensation building with each deliberate stroke, the warmth of the water mixing with the heat radiating from his skin. Jude's mind races, spiraling deeper into that dangerous fantasy, his thoughts swirling around Sean's presence— The hitman looming over him, dark eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned closer, their breaths mingling in an electrifying moment that coursed through Jude like wildfire. He could almost feel Sean’s weight pressing down on him, pinning him against the slick tiles, a predator delighting in the hunt.

Every thrust of his hand felt like a desperate grasp at freedom—freedom from guilt, from despair, from the haunting memories that threatened to drown him. With each rising wave of pleasure, he exhaled the remnants of your blood staining his conscience, if only for a fleeting instant.

The fantasy grew more vivid, more consuming—Sean pinning him against the wall, their bodies pressed close together as the world faded to nothing but them. Jude’s heart raced; he could almost feel those rough hands gripping him, holding flesh against flesh, slick sounds escaping from where their bodies met. He can't help but stifle a whimper at the thought, his hips thrusting into his fist with a stutter.

A part of him wondered how he'd act, if he was as slow and meticulous with it, pressing warm kisses and bites across his pale skin whilst palming his erection, teasing him for getting hard for the same man that killed his friend not too long ago. Or perhaps he was rough, gripping him by the throat, forcing him to meet those dark, smoldering eyes as Sean whispered obscenities that twisted pleasure and pain into a single, intoxicating thread.

His breath hitched as he imagined the weight of Sean’s body on him, the heat radiating from their skin seeping into one another's bodies.

He could almost feel Sean’s breath against his ear, teasingly low, promising both ecstasy and betrayal in equal measure. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He pictured Sean's lips curling into a sadistic smile, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re just so unbelievably easy to break…” Jude's heart raced at the thought, a shaky moan leaving his lips.

“Easy to break,” Jude whispered to nobody in particular, choking slightly on the words as they slipped past his lips.

The heat coalescing in his core grew unbearable, and he quickened his pace, desperate for release while desperately wrestling with the shame that clung to him like a shroud. How could he crave someone who had taken so much from him? It was madness—sheer madness—but it felt like salvation wrapped in the guise of sin.

Each stroke turned frantic, a wild race against time as he chased that fleeting moment of bliss. Jude's body responded eagerly, each ripple of his pleasure resonating with the chaos in his mind. Sean’s face painted vividly in his imagination, taunting him with an allure he couldn’t resist.

“Come on, Jude,” Sean would say, that wicked grin lurking at the corners of his mouth, “You know you want to.”

The forbidden nature of it all only heightened his arousal—this was wrong on every conceivable level. Yet, here he was, locked in this bathroom, chasing a release that felt like a confession and an act of rebellion all at once.

With every thrust into the warmth of his palm, he imagined Sean’s hands gripping his hips instead, telling him such sweet praises of how good he was and how badly he must've needed this. The shame twisted deeper, but so did the pleasure, and Jude was left teetering on the brink between desire and revulsion.

“Good boy,” Sean would whisper, his voice like velvet against Jude’s skin, pulling him further down into a haze of need and desperation. Those words echoed in his mind, a cruel mockery of everything he fought against—of everything he wanted to deny.

With a final thrust of his hand, Jude felt himself reaching that precipice, spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy. He bit his lip to stifle a cry, the sound muffled against the bathroom tiles as bliss washed over him like the torrent of water cascading down his body. For a fleeting moment, everything blurred—the guilt, the memories, even your face faded into the background noise of pleasure.

But as he came crashing back down from that high, reality settled in like a thick fog pressing against his chest. The weight of regret came flooding back as the last remnants of pleasure ebbed away, leaving behind the bitter aftertaste of shame. Jude leaned heavily against the wall, breathless and disoriented. He shut his eyes tightly, feeling as though he'd just betrayed everything he stood for—the very essence of his being now tainted by a twisted fantasy about Sean.

It wasn't his fault, a part of him stated, for what was probably decades, he'd been stuck in a horrible time loop of watching you die. And somehow, he was expected to uphold his morals and principles perfectly? That he was expected to keep his already fragile mental health together without moments of solace? The irony twisted within him like a knife.

The defense, though weak, was enough to provide some level of comfort for what he's done. With a shaky hand, he turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping himself in a towel that somehow felt inadequate.

“You’re losing it, Jude.”

[mpregfanatic197]

That moment when Rickert is more emotional than Judeau who's heavily pregnant.

Also am I the only one who thought they were brothers at first, when watching berserk for the first time?

[irenespring]

Guys! Writing! For my autistic Wilson fic! Is happening! After many days of brain not working!

Also rip to Wilson in this fic he has to deal with at least two identity crises at once.

[cumtastiics]

hello! i love your work so much!! could you rank your yans from most to least likely to baby trap y/n?

thank u!! glad u like my work 💞💞

they're in an order btw

would do it. there's a small part of them that feels guilty when you try to argue with them, crying while shouting at them for ruining your life. but it's okay. you have to learn your place and be good for them.

YANDERE elf prince, mean ceo, vampire lord.

there's a part of them that hesitates. they still do it regardless. they try to comfort you and tell you that it's okay, but they eventually get tired of your constant cries. it's okay! you just need to be a bit more grateful for what you're given.

YANDERE doctor, puppy boy, idol, inquisitor, childhood bff.

they'd never do something like that. never if it would hurt you! what if they accidentally cause your death from that? they would never think of anything like that while you're with him, so you'd never have to worry your pretty little head.

YANDERE nice ceo, magician, dilf.

want more? send a request.

[darling-phoebe]

best friends forever ! benny jeong and flynn alden ❥ fem! reader, nsfw oneshot,

18+ only!! minors i can't stop you from reading but don't interact with this post please. fem, afab reader, and given feminine terms of endearment. porn with a little plot. also contains: praise, dirty talk, f!receiving oral, m!receiving oral, spitroasting, dumbification, overstimulation, brief mention of choking with a leash but not actually depicted, dubcon if you squint. plus more i probably missed. this isn't tied to the main storyline but i couldn't help but release it now because it was spinning in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

friendship was a funny thing. delicate and ever-changing. many of yours had ended abruptly, without explanation. some at least had the decency to claim some supposed wrongdoing of yours, like you not being reliable enough. even the ones you kept felt strained at best, with frequent excuses for evading plans. friendship was fragile. tricky.

and your friendship with flynn and benny was stranger than any other.

for months now, they'd been growing more touchy, more clingy. for months, they'd made every excuse to spend time with you. and you didn't mind, especially now that all your other friends were so absent.

but even this friendship was subject to change. but it was delicate in a much different way. all your normal dynamics and expectations were thrown out the window in a day.

all because of a pretty little skirt.

you weren't normally the type to wear anything revealing. oversized sweaters and baggy jeans were staples of your wardrobe, and even in summer you didn't tend to show off much.

but you wanted to try something different. wanted to expand your horizons. and, if you were being honest, you wanted a little romantic validation. nothing too extreme, a simple lingering glance was all you really needed. just something to prove your inexperience wasn't due to your looks.

which, of course it wasn't. you were such a rare beauty, angelic and gorgeous. rather, your inability to pick up a date was because of a certain pair of boys who eliminated anyone who showed a hint of interest.

and today, they had a lot to get rid of.

you walked out of your home on that wonderful fall day, slightly warm with a gentle breeze, wearing a baggy maroon sweater, tights and mary janes, and a little black mini skirt that had benny and flynn doing a double take.

you walked up to the car, hopped into the front passenger seat, and smiled cluelessly at your friends.

"god, i am so not ready for that chemistry quiz today," you groaned upon arrival.

normally, flynn would be teasing you for not paying enough attention during your study sessions. normally, benny would be assuring you that you'd do great.

today, however, they merely exchanged a meaningful glance, before starting to drive.

"i wouldn't worry too much," flynn said after a moment, tone casual. he turned around, not heading towards the school like normal.

you furrowed your brows. "you're going the wrong way," you pointed out, confused. "we don't have time to stop for breakfast today."

"we'll have breakfast later," benny promised, leaning forward from his spot in the backseat. it gave him a wonderful view of your pretty thighs.

"but what about school?"

flynn chuckled. "baby, school's not even on our radar right now." he was driving back to benny's place, you quickly realized.

they ushered you in. his parents were long gone to work, leaving the house empty.

leaving you helpless.

benny held your hand, leading you to his bed. flynn sat on your left, benny on your right.

"we're gonna miss the quiz," you all but whined, feeling tense and warm under their focused gazes.

they ignored your words. flynn's hand pressed into your thigh. benny leaned into you, peering down at you. "you look too pretty in that skirt," he mumbled.

and that's when your face went red.

flynn's hand alternated between tracing patterns with his fingertips and groping the ample flesh. "so gorgeous," he groaned into your other ear.

"g─guys," you stammered, feeling warm and flustered.

"let it happen, baby," flynn muttered. "let us make you feel good." he moved you into his lap, and you felt his excitement pressing into your ass.

then benny moved, and knelt down before you. his kind eyes zeroed in on the space between your legs. he planted kisses along the exposed skin of your thighs. flynn moved your skirt up, revealing those pretty white panties, with a small damp spot over your cunt. "please, darling?" benny asked, looking up at you. his plea heavy with a desperate lust.

you gave a hint of a nod, breath caught in your throat.

"words, sweet girl," flynn warned, grinding only once into your ass.

at the same time, benny placed an open-mouth kiss on your inner thigh. he sucked slowly on your soft flesh.

you couldn't help it. you let out a breathy moan. "y─yes, you can─ i need you to─ please."

"good girl," whispered flynn.

benny began marking up your pretty thighs, lowering your panties more and more. you were too lost in the overwhelming sensations to notice him slipping the panties into his pocket.

"feel good, baby?" flynn began kissing your neck, as benny dove his tongue into your damp, glistening pussy. he alternated between sucking on your clit and lapping up your wet cunt. "you're doing so good for us..." flynn mumbled in between open-mouth kisses on your neck. "good girl, let us take care of you... we'll give you everything..." his teeth sank into your neck, lightly enough not to hurt, but sure to leave a mark. "just stay still, baby... so pretty in that skirt, had to have you... couldn't wait any longer."

your legs spasmed as you lost yourself in the pleasure. but benny held you firmly in place. big, veiny hands wrapped around your calves holding your legs open. skirt flipped up, every part of you exposed.

"you... taste... heavenly..." benny panted. "god, i could eat you forever."

flynn's hand moved to work under your sweater, trailing up to cup your breasts over your bra. then he moved the garment down to fully feel you, twisting and teasing your nipples while he left hickeys all over your throat.

between the two of them getting you so worked up, you squirmed and moaned into an orgasm. your cum coated benny's face, but he didn't stop. he licked up every bit of it, groaning at the wonderful taste.

"too─ too much, please, i─!"

"relax, darling..." benny finally lifted his head, looking into your eyes, now heavy and dazed. you'd always been beautiful, but this new sight, this new version of you was even more breathtaking. "we're not done... we have so much more to do with you."

"we need you, baby," flynn added. "need to make you feel good, need to feel you..."

"you'll let us, won't you?" benny tilted his head, watching your flushed face.

"yes..." you all but whimpered.

"say 'please'?" flynn pushed. "c'mon sweet thing, just wanna hear you beg a little."

your wide-eyed, needy stare was almost as delicious as your plea. "please, benny... please flynn, need you─ need you both, i...!"

"that's our girl."

benny lifted you off flynn's lap, then laid you down. "lie still, darling," he whispered. he positioned you so your head was hanging off the bed, and your body was laid in the middle, legs spread. flynn hovered over your body, hands trailing up and down. benny knelt, and kissed you passionately. you gasped against his lips, as you felt flynn slide two fingers inside your wet cunt.

"wait, i─!"

"you're doing so good, baby," flynn whispered against your skin. he left his own hickeys on your thighs next to the ones left by benny. "so pretty like this, so perfect for us..." his fingers were driving you absolutely mad, and he wouldn't let up. you squrimed around uselessly. the boys had you trapped and helpless.

just like they always wanted.

benny started undoing his belt, and god that motion was way hotter than it needed to be.

as he took it off, he held it in his hands, and pictured it wrapped around the pretty throat like a leash. but that would have to wait. today, they would overwhelm you with pleasure. they couldn't afford to scare you away, though they had backup plans for that. they wanted you to be willing. they wanted you to love them like they loved you.

meanwhile, flynn was undressing too.

"you on the pill, baby?"

you nodded, too dazed for words. this time, they let it slide. far too excited for the next step to stall even a little.

benny ran his finger along your lips. "open wide, pretty girl." when you obliged, he began stroking his cock barely an inch away from your face.

at the same time, flynn was climbing over you, his cock pressed against your folds. he jerked his hips, letting you feel his impressive length tease you.

between both of them denying you, you couldn't stop jerking around. "please, please, i need─"

flynn chuckled. "anything for you," he said, and slowly pushed into you.

you let out a breathless moan, and benny used the opportunity to slide into your mouth.

they started out slow, both relishing the feeling of your warmth surrounding them. you felt so unbelievably good─ no, good didn't even begin to cover it. you were addictive is what you were, they wanted their cocks buried in you all the time. wanted you to stay with them, never leave this room, get filled with their cum all day every day, be theirs be theirs be theirs─

they couldn't help it; they began fucking you with more force, more fervor.

"you feel so good," benny groaned. "good girl, taking us so well."

"just like you're s'posed to," flynn continued. "these holes were made for us. you're ours now, baby, you belong to us."

each thrust was making you dizzy with pleasure. you couldn't see straight, tears running down your face, it felt so good. you couldn't think at all, just lost in the feeling.

"gonna make you feel good every day of your life, our precious girl."

"make you cum over and over, show you how good we take care of you."

"no one else can treat you this good, we'll do anything for you, gonna keep you happy and full of our cum."

they were getting bolder, more confident in what they could say with you in such a state. you were drooling, eyes foggy. you could barely register what they were saying, really only catching bits and pieces while the rest was filed away into your subconscious.

"gettin' close," flynn groaned.

"mm, me too..." benny said as he fucked your throat. you weren't gagging much, only a bit here and there, but it didn't deter him. as much as he tried to be gentle (more so than flynn was inclined to be) he couldn't help but get lost in the feeling of your throat around his cock. he couldn't help but pound into you, wanted to cum more than anything.

but they needed to make you cum again first.

so flynn began paying more than his previous causal attention to your clit, focusing in on setting that bundle of nerves alight while he failed your tight pussy.

and benny grabbed hold of your bouncing tits, groping them, kneading the ample flesh, playing with your nipples.

you came undone, moaning around benny's cock, going limp finally and feeling your brain truly shut off.

"that's right, sweet girl, you don't have to worry 'bout a thing... keep that head of yours empty." benny groaned, not relenting in his brutal pace in your throat.

"we'll take care of everything, don't need to think at all..." god, that really got flynn going. got them both going. "just our perfect little doll, let us use you all we want, let us make you feel good forever."

forever forever forever forever forever─

they both released at nearly the same time, filling up your mouth and pussy with their cum. while flynn stayed buried until every drop was released, benny pulled out just before the end to smear some on your angelic face.

and here they thought you couldn't get any prettier.

finally, they pulled out. benny kissed all over your face, while flynn pulled you close into a warm embrace. they whispered praises, worshipping you the way you deserved.

but it wasn't long before you felt their cocks stirring again.

"benny? flynn?" you muttered, barely coming back to yourself after having your world rocked.

"oh, sweet girl, you didn't think that was it, did you?"

you'd have to wear this skirt more often.

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

❛ will you still love me if it turns out i'm insane? ❜

[atpages]

do u ever wonder if you and someone else on tc tumblr could have a tc in the same school

[desired-misery]

okay so it's whumptober's eve so I am obligated to post angsty shit about Leon and Hunnigan but I swear these two become friends and I will be making a conscious effort to make sure that Ingrid actually has a balanced, enjoyable friendship with Leon because responsible-and-worried-caretaker-I-do-everything-Ingrid-Hunnigan/bitch-ass-complaining-but-also-never-needs-help-Leon-Kennedy is not a healthy dynamic for long term relationships.

but you're probably not getting that for whumptober

[dimensionzero]

the reason ladynoir screentime is cut down in s5 is that it would be bad optics for adrien and marinette to get together and then immediately start cheating on each other