#my go to movie to relieve stress and anxiety

[heygirl-gosling]

there is nothing that ryan gosling as colt seavers can’t fix in my life. no I will not be elaborating.

[bunnyb34r]

Still baffling to me how somedays I get a physical ticket at the movies and others I don't

I dont think it's based off of when I use my movie credit, bc I didn't get them most of the times I've used it

But I know I got one for Oppenheimer, I think shrek 2? Idr, and I got one today for Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

Movie was okay. I mean it was good, but I don't think I'd watch it again. I might see if i can find the previous movies and watch them, bc the overall lore seems cool

Got to cut in line for snacks lol bc there was a middle school class there and the kids were weaving in and out back and forth in line and there was like me and 4 other adults that didnt come with the kids in line. So one of the teachers/chaperones escorted us (by slipping under the rope barrier lmao) to the front which was really nice

I mean I was early early to the show today anyway so I could have waited (would've been annoyed but I'd have waited) but it was really nice. I hope the kids enjoyed their movie day though

[daisykihannie]

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝙷.𝙹𝚂

pairing: succubus!Jisung x afab gn!reader

warnings: smut, NSFW, spit, squirting, choking, degradation, fucking demons, monster cock, slapping, blood, bdsm, etc.

chapter 2 | chapter 3

"Come on Y/N! don't be such a coward~" your best friend Felix purred from his spot on your couch. He was watching you with a smirk as you stare down at the rustic looking book in your hands. The cover was tattered and the spine was disintegrating. The book was well worn from decades of use.

"Summoning demons? Felix this is-" your words died on your tongue, unable to think of an accurate way to describe the idea Felix chirped out as if it was the most common thing in the world.

"My dear best friend, you need to get laid and clearly you're not going to be bringing anyone home anytime soon. I've done it a couple times and honestly?" he paused momentarily, looking up at the ceiling. He seemed to be recalling some distant memory as a blush rose up the expanse of the pale skin of his neck reaching the tips of his ears.

"Lixie?" your voice rang out softly, unable to hide the slight quiver in the single word. Anxiety plaguing your senses as you awaited the blonde male to finish his sentence.

"It was some of the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had. That demon did things to me that isn't even possible for a human to accomplish." he hummed as his gaze met your again. You bit your bottom lip deep in thought as you gently moved the book around in your hands, fingertips fiddling with the fraying fabric of the cover.

"is- is it safe?" you asked, uncertainty still wrapping your words like a thick blanket, weighing them down so they were just a bit harder to force out of your vocal cords that felt tight in your throat.

"Y/N-ie..." he started before slowly climbing off the couch. His knees connecting with the cold surface of the hard word floors as he made his way to your side. You didn't move from your spot even when you felt his small warm hand land on your upper thigh, rubbing soothing circles against the bare skin that wasn't quite covered by your lounge shorts.

"I wouldn't even suggest the idea if I wasn't 100% confident that everything would be fine." you felt your shoulders relax at his comforting words. Your lungs were burning ever so slightly as you exhaled a breath you were unaware to be holding.

His eyes remained on you, searching your features for any unease. He truly only had the best intentions for you, noticing that you were so pent up that you couldn't focus on much of anything, getting aggravated and frustrated at the tiniest inconveniences. He just wanted you to relax, let go, and relieve all the built up stress for the past few weeks.

He had even offered to help you out on more than one occasion, just wanting to do anything to help you. It wasn't that you didn't want to sleep with him per say. He was insanely attractive, had a nice body with toned abs, and his voice could easily bring you to a state of euphoria on its own without any need to be touched. The problem was that he was your best friend. You saw him as just that, never really wanting to ruin that with any sexual or possible romantic feelings.

After a few moments of contemplating, you released your bottom lip from the vice grip of your teeth before nodding. "Okay, yeah. What could go wrong?" you giggled softly feeling a bit silly from being so anxious about the idea when Felix had done it more than once and was very clearly more than fine, sitting right next to you.

But, those were always someone's famous last words. When you ask that one question, the universe decides that if anything could go wrong then they will go wrong.

Felix stayed at your apartment for a couple more hours, watching movies together but eventually he left and it was just you and the book left alone. It remained in its spot on your coffee table, taunting you as you stared at it. Anxiety bubbling in your chest yet again at the thought of summoning a demon.

It didn't help your anxiety that you'd resorted to having to summon a demon to get laid. How pathetic was that? It's not that you couldn't go out to a random bar or club and bring a guy home but, it was just too tedious and potentially dangerous to do that. Funny how that was too dangerous in your mind but summoning a literal demon from hell wasn't.

You took a few deep breaths, calming the storm that was raging against your rib cage threatening to break through the skin. Once your heartbeat began to return to a normal rhythm, your finger tips curled gently around the worn cover, contemplating opening the book for the first time when your phone chimed.

The noice ringing through your far too quiet apartment caused you to yelp in surprise and jump far too much for your own liking. The book flying into the air a bit before landing into your lap. Clutching your chest, feeling your heart threatening to break free again you grabbed your phone from the other side of the couch to see a text message from Felix.

Unlocking your phone with shaking hands your eyes followed across the black lines of text on the illuminated screen that read "I forgot to tell you, do not- I repeat, DO NOT make the spell permanent. as long as you don't do that, everything will be fine." the text causing an ominous feeling to cocoon your body, breathing getting even harder in the now tense air that filled your apartment.

"It's fine Y/N... just fucking get it over with..." you mumbled in a weak attempt of giving yourself a pep talk but never the less, your fingers slipped under the hand cover again, finally opening the book. Your eyes skimmed over lines of English translations encompassing spells written in tongues.

Each page had a different spell, an illustration of the creature to be summoned, and descriptions of how to set up the spell and what each creature's purpose was. There were so many pages with entities you had no clue even existed, then your eyes landed on a page that was strikingly different from the rest.

This page had the title of "Succubus" and the writing was in red instead of black to match the previous pages. There were lewd sketches behind the written words, and warnings written along with the similar content of the other pages. What stood out was the big bold black lettering that read "SAFE WORD: ANGELIC" it was a bit ironic but fitting, surely the mention of anything holy would catch a demons attention.

A small chuckle fell for your lips at the silly thought of getting wrecked by a demon when the safe word is said, the demon recoiling in pain and hissing away from the summoner, the imagery similar to that of a horror film when an evil entity gets splashed with holy water or is faced with a cross.

Shaking your head softly, bringing yourself out of the comedic scene that played out in your head as you read every line thoroughly. Reading each word two to three times, dedicated to committing every tiny detail to memory to guarantee you don't fuck anything up.

Once you felt confident with the retained knowledge you let out a soft hum, feeling a lot less anxious than before. You were sure you couldn't fuck this up even if you tried.

(foreshadowing?)

Pulling yourself off your spot on the couch, you placed the book onto your hardwood floors, open to the necessary page and traveled through your home collecting the objects needed to perform the ritual. Humming a small tune as you skipped throughout the space, filling your arms before placing them in a small pile next to the book.

Realizing you didn't have enough space for the ritual you pushed your couch away from the center of the room till it hit a wall, the coffee table following in the opposite direction. Once you had enough space, you kneeled by your supplies reading over the book one more time before beginning to set up.

First step was to make a pentagram out of ashes, luckily you had a decently sized jar full of your incense ashes to use. The next step was to place a candle at each point of the star and one in the center. Then You were instructed to light each one with a match in a specific order, starting with the one at top point of the star and working your way around clockwise and ending with the center candle.

It specifically stated to not use a lighter, luckily there had been a box of matches in the back of one of the kitchen drawers when you moved in that you hadn't bothered to throw out. It was starting to feel a bit odd that you miraculously had every single item that was necessary but you brushed off the thought, continuing the ritual.

After the candles were lit, you had to recite the spell three times perfectly. That's the part that worried you a bit considering the spell was written in a foreign language but you were determined to pronounce every last syllable perfectly.

"Lastly, seal with deal with just a single drop of your blood" you repeated back to yourself from the book that lied open to your side. Picking up the sewing needle you'd found while on your scavenger hunt, using it to prick the soft, uncalloused flesh of your index finger, letting out the tiniest of hisses as a bead of crimson liquid formed on the skin.

Squeezing your finger under the pin prick causing more blood rushing out of the tiny wound, you held your finger above the center candle, high enough to not get burned but close enough to line the droplet up with the flickering yellow flame.

When your blood finally let gravity win, the droplet landed perfectly over the flame, snuffing out the fire before a large gust of wind blew through your home. Your lights went out and the force was strong enough to put out the rest of the candles, pushing any light weight furniture away from the pentagram, colliding with the walls with a loud echoing boom. The gust knocked objects off of the more solid surfaces, causing them to clatter against walls or to the floor.

It was even strong enough to throw your body back, causing your spine to collide with the edge of your couch, an oof being forced out of your chest at the contact and the air seemed to be sucked from your lungs. Once the wind was gone, your eyes shot back open to see your apartment in disarray, gasping to refill your lungs of the oxygen that was ripped from them.

Looking around the space, other than the effects of the wind, nothing was different. There wasn't a sex demon standing in front of you or really anywhere in sight. Confused eyes raked through your your surrounding to be met with nothing. It didn't work. Letting out a groan and rolling your eyes, you started restoring order to your living area.

Once everything was put back in their places you picked up your phone from it's location on your couch cushions before flopping onto the rough and plush surface. Unlocking your phone and opening your chat with Felix, you typed out a quick "didn't work, asshole. Can't believe I fell for your stupid prank." pressing send and turning your phone off again, a sigh escaped you as your body quickly felt far too heavy for your liking.

Your body felt like lead, truly and utterly exhausted. Your body was too heavy to lift any of your limbs as you drifted out of consciousness, the whole ordeal exerting far too much stress on your body than it could handle but that's nothing a long night of sleep couldn't fix. Finally giving in to the exhaustion, your body fell into the darkness of dreamland.

"Damn... what the fuck?" an unfamiliar voice rang through your home not reaching your brain in its unconscious state.

"Oh~? They're a cute one."

A groan slipped from deep within your soul as you began to wake up, stiff from the uncomfortable position you'd fallen asleep in on your couch. Your eyes remained screwed shut, not wanting to be awake at the moment but your body was screaming at you to ease the strain on your sore muscles.

You willed yourself to stretch out, baring resemblance to a cat as your arms reached out as far as possible above your head, legs mimicking the motion in the opposite direction. As you tried to turn your hips to finish off the most satisfying stretch of your life, they wouldn't move. It felt like they were pinned to the couch underneath you.

A groan of annoyance and confusion left your body at the incomplete stretch of your body, a huff escaping your lungs as your relaxed back down. Still not opening your eyes, not prepared for the blazing sunlight that threatened to seep through your eye lids as you attempted to roll to your side, yet again your hips didn't separate from the cushion underneath them.

"Can you stop fucking moving?" a growl filled your ears of an unfamiliar voice, sending a shiver across every nerve in your body. Alarms blaring in your head as your eyes shot open, flailing to get up as your fight or flight kicked in. The weight on your pelvis suddenly registering in your new found consciousness.

The weight remained unmoving as you looked down to see what the culprit of it was, seeing a heap of giant black...wings!? The adrenaline coursed through your veins, fueling your body to actually work. Pushing whatever the fuck was on your lap off of you with a strength you didn't know you had. A loud thud pierced your eardrums followed by a hiss as it made contact with the floor.

Only then being met with glowing pink orbs, piercing your soul and freezing you in place. It was a person? No. Not a person, people don't have giant black wings and a tail. People don't have eyes that glow neon pink. Your brain was desperately trying to comprehend what it was seeing, running a million miles a minute trying to come up with any realistic explanation for what you'd woken up to.

Unfortunately your brain wasn't making sense of the situation fast enough. The creature was standing up off the ground and rubbing their bare shoulder. Your eyes were frantically looking around your apartment which was still exactly how you'd left it the night prior, no evidence of a break in.

"Didn't I tell you to stop moving?" the creature growled again in annoyance, rolling the shoulder they seemed to have landed on, taking slow languid steps towards you. "Do you humans not know how to obey a fucking order?" the words brought your attention back to the creature closing in on you, your body instinctively backing away from the threat making it's way closer to you.

But of course your back hit the wall, inevitably corning you as they continued stalking closer. Your eyes scanned down the body in front of you, alarms going off in your head again for different reasons now. These alarms are the ones that finally got your mouth working.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED!?" that was definitely not the first thing you'd expected to ask the stranger. Literally anything else would've been a better thing to ask like, who are you? or how'd you get in my apartment? but no, you saw cock and your touch starved brain just needed to make note of it.

"That's the first thing your human brain decides to ask me?" the creature tsked in mocking, pausing their advances to chuckle. The fear in your eyes bringing them enjoyment, your body shaking only bringing more chuckles from their chest.

"N-no! who are you!? what are you doing in my apartment!? how did you even get in here!?" your brain started working out all the questions in your head at the same time, causing you to frantically blurt out your questions way too quickly for the other to respond.

"You humans really are as stupid as they say..." long, black, talon-like fingers carded through the long blue locks that nestled neatly on the top of their head with a sigh. You couldn't find a response, hoping the other would finally explain what was going on.

When the silence egged on for a bit too long the towering male finally spoke up again. "Do you forget that you literally summoned me forever ago before falling unconscious?" his eyebrow quirked up in questioning as last night's events began replaying in your brain.

"It- no. that didn't- it was a fucking prank, nothing happened last night." your gaze still refusing to meet his and you weren't sure if you were trying to convince the one in front of you or yourself with your words, neither working as the creature erupted into a sickly cackle, a chill running down your spine as you felt yourself start to break out into cold sweats.

This was so so wrong. This can't be real, you're still asleep right? RIGHT!?

"You wouldn't have a succubus standing in front of you if that was the case now would you doll?" his words made another shiver run down your spine. The tone was flirty, almost hypnotizing you as you felt your body begin to heat up. Eyes finally traveling from the floor, up the expanse of the other's body and to their face.

Your gazes locked together and no matter how hard you tried, no matter how loud your brain was screaming at you to run, you couldn't. You were locked in a trance caused by those glowing pink eyes that made you feel nauseatingly bare and vulnerable. It felt like your skin was ripped open and flipped inside out, showing the other every single thing you'd kept tucked away inside for no other soul to see.

Your soul was barren and exposed to the other, you could feel them inside your brain, pulling out every single thought, desire, and need you'd ever felt. You body was betraying you, stepping closer to the other as you lost control of yourself, handing it all over to this stranger, this thing, that so easily willed every single drop of control from your cells.

Your body felt like it was on fire, your brain turning into cotton candy, the voice of the other ringing in your head accompanied by your heartbeat that pounded loudly in your ears. "That's it~ just like that. Give it all to me. Every wish, every desire, every want, every need. Give me your lust and I'll serve you. I will be your sexual servant until the day I'm rewarded with that sweet soul of yours."

Before you knew it, those long black fingers wrapped around your jaw, talons digging into the flesh of your burning cheeks forcing your mouth open. Your gazes never breaking as he took complete control of your psyche, senses flooding with nothing but him.

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, the pink wet muscle twitching for the other as they leaning in closer and closer. Your pupils were blown wide as the taller male stuck his own tongue out and it began to tangle with yours, ripping a submitting whimper from somewhere deep inside of you, your body fully submitting to the entity that ripped all control from your being.

Your gazes remained locked on eachother as drool began spilling from your mouths, creating glistening trails down the hand that remanded wrapped around your jaw. The dance of your tongues pulling heaving breaths from your chest as your lips finally connected and you felt your body shaking, almost vibrating in the grip of the other.

The long sleek black tail encompassed your waist in a vice grip as the kiss grew more heated, more desperate as your lips clashed together fighting against one another. Then the demon shut his eyes, breaking the trance you were trapped in and your body gave out. Every muscle burned and your body trembled as all the strength left you, the only thing keeping you from melting to the floor was that tail that'd locked around your waist.

Breaking the connection between the two of you, ripping his lips from yours. A messy string of saliva keeping you two connected for just a moment longer before the other used their tail to ease you to the ground. Your body convulsed as if you'd just had the most intense orgasm of your life.

Your chest heaved in a desperate attempt to recover the oxygen that you'd been deprived of in that mind frying exchange that left you barely hanging onto your own consciousness. Your limbs were buzzing as you remained in a puddle on the floor. You were left as just a fraction of what you once were, a searing pain on your tongue barely registering in your brain as you fought to recover. Inevitably losing the battle and slipping back into a state of unconsciousness.

The demon watched as you finally gave into the rest your body desperately needed, your fight lasting significantly longer than any of the other humans he's dealt with in the past. This causing his interest to peak as he crouched down to your still trembling but unconscious form. His fingers pushing the hair that stuck to the sweat on your face back, feeling something new as he gazed at your beauty.

"You're a special one aren't you..." he hummed, asking nobody in the silent apartment since he knew you couldn't answer. He wasn't sure what the feeling was that coursed through his veins. It was something new, something special that he'd never experienced in his eternity as a succubus and in that moment, he knew he was fucked.

Your body felt even heavier as you stirred, waking up from what felt like a month long coma. Your brain began to recall the last two times you were conscious, memories causing you to shoot up from where you lay, looking around frantically trying to gather yourself.

Instead of waking up on the floor, you were in your bed and you were alone. Everything seemed normal as you concluded that everything that had happened was just a horrible nightmare. Letting out a sigh of relief, relaxing further into the safety of the plush blankets that encompassed your body and nuzzling into to comfort of your mattress.

Unfortunately that comfort didn't last long as you suddenly felt really really hot. Throwing the blankets off your body trying to cool off with the air of your ceiling fan cascading across your clammy, sweat covered, flesh but you just kept feeling hotter and hotter. Ripping the clothes off your body also did nothing to satiate the heat that was radiating off of you, a frustrated whimper escaping your throat through clenched teeth.

You screwed your eyes shut in frustration, using your hands to wipe off the sweat that continued to drench your skin. The stinky feeling of being drenched in sweat was just frustrating you more as your sheets stuck to your skin. You continued writhing around desperately in agony, needing some form of relief from the heat that kept building, wet hot tears streaming down your cheeks now.

You finally decided to climb out of bed and take an ice cold shower as a final attempt to cool off, but as soon as you stood up and put your weight on your feet you were hit with a dizziness you'd never experienced before. It felt like your insides were boiling as you crumpled to the floor, the spinning in your head racking your body with overwhelming nausea.

Suddenly your bedroom door flew open and your vision continued spinning as you looked up to see none other than the demon standing in the doorway. Your expression displaying your anguish as the demon leaned against the doorframe nonchalantly with muscular arms crossed across the expanse of his broad, muscular chest. A groan ripped through you, followed by a gag as the male's form wavered back and forth in your vision.

You clutched your stomach, your finger nails digging deeply into the flesh, far too uncomfortable in your own skin. Unfortunately your stomach was too empty from not eating in two days to actually expel anything from it as your dry heaved. You were clawing at the rug under your knees with the hand that held your body up, the other hand still digging into the flesh at your side.

You were fucking desperate to stop feeling everything. To calm the storm of nausea and to stop the searing heat inside your organs. All you felt was disparity.

As if he could read your mind, the succubus approached you and got on his knees on the floor in front of you before scooped you into his arms. He wrapped himself tightly around you, his skin was ice cold as he tried to cover as much of your flesh as he could with his own to cool you off. You were already beginning to feel some relief from the heat but your insides still felt like they were boiling.

A desperate whine escaped you, tears still steadily pouring down your face as your frantically nuzzled into the coldness that was the demon. Surely you looked like a drug addict going through withdrawal as your nails dug into the tan skin of the other, leaving bright red streaks all over the previously pristine skin.

Your brain was everywhere but also no where at the same time, you felt like a feral animal, writhing in pain and clawing at everything your nails came into contact with but the demons grip never wavered and never loosened as he held you tightly against him.

"Hot... so- so hot... please... s-stop it..." you were babbling at this point, not even sure if your words even came out coherently. "Shhhhh my sweet, I know. I know. I'm sorry." the demon's words seemed painfully sincere and his grip remained firm. He genuinely seemed to want to make it stop, soft hisses escaping his lips as your nails drew blood.

The whirring and buzzing in your head was so loud and you truly felt like your sanity was slipping. You couldn't focus on anything other than the need to cool down, when suddenly you were pulled into a firm kiss. His lips locked with yours as they moved together lazily and your body began to still. Your mind was finally quiet, the buzzing stopping completely as the demon's tongue filled your mouth, and began licking at every surface it could reach, causing your body to finally cool down.

Your insides no longer felt like they were boiling as the calm feeling took over you. It felt like you'd escaped an inferno just to be plunged into the deepest part of the ice blue ocean. A whimper of relief was swallowed by the demons mouth as his tight grip remained. You turned in his lap to straddle the strong muscles of his thighs, not breaking the languid kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck keeping your half lidded eyes locked on the demon.

With your mind and body finally settled, you were finally able to admire his beauty. He had long black eyelashes that rested softly on the tan skin of his cheeks and his eyebrows were beautifully straight and well kept. His midnight blue hair contrasted perfectly against the tan skin that was void of any imperfections. Pulling away from the kiss and panting heavily, your mouth remained parted slightly as your eyes traveled down the expanse of his facial features.

He had such a soft and round button nose and his cheeks were puffy, resemblance uncanny to a squirrel or chipmunk. His lips were spit slicked, red, and swollen from the kissing and he had a soft jawline that made him look far too cute for a demon. His eyes fluttered open to meet your glassy ones, the pink wasn't as intense as your first meeting. They seemed hazy and darker, the color look closer to a magenta than the blazing hot pink from before.

"It's lust. I'm a demon of lust and after we sealed the contract, your lust that you kept pent up poured out at full intensity. It normally isn't this bad but I guess you've been keeping it at bay for far too long." his voice was soothing as he explained what had happened to your body. The voice no longer emitting panic from you and instead replacing that with a serene type of calm. This demon was completely different than before. He seemed almost... tamed?

You hummed at the new information, your brain still a bit hazy as your hips began rolling slowly across the demons still bare cock, now making you realize that you were also completely naked as the rock hard cock slipped between your folds. Your arousal slicking up the long expanse of his shaft.

The fucked out expression still on your face as you stared at him with so much need and intensity that he felt his breath hitch. His was cock twitching in response to your movements and pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves causing your body to jolt slightly. A whimper of pure need slipped past your swollen lips as your lashes fluttered slightly, not wanting to let your eyes close so you could keep admiring the pretty demon in front of you.

"Well, why don't you help me out with my lust and service me? My pretty demon." you hummed as your hips began to pick up their pace ever so slightly. The cock resting beautifully between your folds was drenched in your juices and the fluids began cascading further past where you were connecting, coating the muscular thighs in them as well. Sloppy wet sounds filling the room as his cock continued to slip against your core and you continued rolling your hips against it. The lewd and sloppy sounds causing goosebumps to erupt along your skin in arousal.

"Jisung. My name is jisung." the demon purred as the hands resting on your hips tightened into a bruising grip slightly guiding your hips and sharp pricks from his claws barely braking the skin causing you to hiss and arch your back. You were so sensitive and so desperate that you began to drool all over your chin and down the male's chest.

"God, you're such a messy slut for me. So fucking filthy." his words had venom laced through them that embarrassingly made you whimper, your hips starting to stutter as the still sore muscles in your thighs began to burn. Jisung must've noticed your struggling because in a flash he had your positions swapped, pinning you to the floor keeping his cock flush against you, not letting it slip in just yet.

The long slender fingers left their places on your hips, one hand planted firmly next to your head to keep the larger male above you as the other snaked up your sides. Razor-like claws stinging as they painted long red marks up your skin before lightly grazing across your collarbone. The digits wrapping eerily around your throat, pinning you filmy to the ground.

The grip was strong but not strong enough to cut off airflow, just enough to cause you to go lightheaded, a whine ripping through you as the demon kept his hips still. Your desperation causing you to plant your feet firmly to the floor and begin frantically grinding up against the cock that remained nestled between your folds.

"p-please... ji-sung...." you gasped and choked out, eyes pleading with the seemingly unfazed demon. His poker face was unbroken but he was fighting his own battle to keep from ripping you in half on his cock, having his way with you. and making you scream for him.

"But you're doing such a good job fucking yourself against my cock. Go on doll, use me to fall apart." he said before shifting his weight to be supported by his thighs as a sharp smack landed on your cheek, the sting settling into the reddening skin before another one followed in the exact same spot.

You were about to beg to be filled when your hips began to convulse, eyes rolling back as a silent scream ripped through your chest. You were cumming harder than you've ever cum in your entire life. Squirting all over the tan skin and tensing muscles as the demon rolled his hips to coax you through it.

"That's it, that's my pretty slut, covering me with your cum from getting slapped. Such a good fucking whore." his final sentence came out as a growl through clenched teeth. The sound was primal, almost animalistic and it only spurred you to keep cumming harder.

Your hole fluttered desperately around nothing as your thighs began to shake, body hitting the floor as you came down from your orgasm. The hand on your throat unwrapped itself and the demon sat back on his haunches watching your body twitch in bliss. His cock still painfully hard when you came to.

Seeing his rock hard cock still drenched in your orgasm, his abs glistening as your fluids cascaded down, and the sloppy wet mess you'd made of the demon made you need more. You were left panting on the floor as your trembling fingers wrapped around the backs of your thighs, spreading yourself open for the demon, your hole still fluttering and grasping around nothing and needing to be filled.

"Come on Sungie~ I can take it. Fill me with you cum, please?" you purred and you could see his eyes change. That feral hot pink flashing over the darker magenta color, seemingly fighting his urges as his eyes remained locked on your sloppy hole.

"Don't fight it su-AH!" you didn't get a chance to finish your sentence as the demon bottomed out inside of you, the burning stretch of his huge cock making you scream but your screaming only seemed to spur him on further as his hips began slamming into you.

His hips were immediately relentless as he jack hammered into you, his cock so big it caused a bulge to form in your belly every time he bottomed out. Gutteral growls and grunts erupted from the demons throat as his talons dug into your hips, holding you in place. "Oh fuck- so fucking sloppy and tight-" he growled, his hips never fathering.

The pain of the stretch and overstimulation mixing with the pleasure of his cock stretching your walls and abusing your sweet spot was so overwhelming. Your nails were digging into the muscles of Jisung's back, sure to draw blood as you continued screaming out for the other.

"fuck! oh my- ngggghhh! Ji- fuck! sung!" you couldn't form a coherent sentence if you tried, it all felt too good as you were practically split open on the monstrous cock. Your back was arching off the ground harshly as he leaned forward, both your chests flushed together and you could feel his sharp canines dragging against the soft skin along the column of your neck.

"You said you could take it didn't you? come in doll~ don't make me make you eat your words." his voice was deep, causing chills to run along your skin as wanton moans continued to escape you. The knot in your stomach snapping once again as you clamped tightly around the cock buried deep inside of you, earning a hiss from the demon who's pace remained bruising.

"So fucking tight- squeezing my cock so good like the fucking whore you are." the demon pushed himself back up one one hand to stare down at your fucked out expression as you were slammed back into overstimulation after your second orgasm, the demon not stopping anytime soon.

His free hand moved up your body to grab your jaw again, pushing his fingers into your cheeks to force your teeth to separate and your mouth to open wide for him. Drool was all over your cheeks and your chin, covering the hand that held your mouth open.

"Such a sloppy bitch. I fucking love it~" his words caused your stomach to tighten and your hole to clench around him again, eliciting another deep moan from him. "Such a good fucking whore, you were made to take this fucking cock weren't you?" his sentence ended with him spitting on that sloppy pink muscle in your mouth and a broken whimper left your body.

"f-f-fuck... I'm... ngggghhh" you couldn't even tell the demon you were gonna cum again before you were convulsing on his cock again. Overstimulation becoming way too much for your body that was vibrating and trembling and your brain was melted into a puddle.

"I'm gonna stuff you full of my fucking cum, you better take it all like a good fucking Fleshlight." he grunted out, you weren't coherent enough to respond as the hand holding your mouth open wrapped around your throat again, squeezing the sides to cut off blood flow and bring you that euphoric dizzy feeling again.

He continued to abuse your hole as he approached his own orgasm. You clenched your teeth as your back arched off the ground again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as you were fucked silly by the demon. One of your hands wrapped around the wrist that held you by your throat, nails digging into the unmarked flesh in an attempt to keep yourself conscious.

Your other hand clawed at the muscles in his back again before becoming a tight fist with whitening knuckles as your repeatedly punched the demon in the side and back, far too overwhelmed to go any longer. "My slut feeling so good she can't handle it? Have to hit me to keep from going brain dead huh? Demon cock too much to handle doll?" his words were mocking, rubbing it in that he did in fact make you eat your words.

Luckily after just a couple more slams into you, his movements stilled as his cock twitched deep inside you. Hot white ropes painted your insides, his cock filling you so much that his cum had nowhere to go as it slipped out from around his cock where you clamped around him again and you were wrecked by a fourth orgasm. His hips were barely moving in and out as he rode out his high, causing more cum to leak out from where the two of you were connected.

Once his orgasm ended he slowly pulled out of you, a whine escaping you as you continued convulsing on the floor. His cum was leaking out of your stretched out hole and mixing with the fluids of your own orgasm, both of your sweat, your droll and spit, and other bodily fluids that covered both of you and formed a puddle on the floor.

You your panting heavily, brain still melted and you felt the demon scoop you up from the floor. You weren't lucid enough after the fuck of your life to say, do, or think anything as you lay limp in his arms. Next thing you could feel was water encompassing your body and a rag was being dragged along your sticky flesh. Your eyes remained shut, still unable to register much of anything happening. It felt like you were outside of you body, watching the demon care for you.

For a sex demon, Jisung was awfully sweet after the contract was sealed. He gave you a bath and took his own with you, having your back pressed against his chest as he held you up in the water and cleaned you up. He did a very thorough job of getting every sticky fluid off of your body and out of any crevices it could've ended up, even shampooing your hair twice to get everything out of it.

After the bath, he wrapped a towel around his hips and dried you off with a towel of your own before carrying you bridal style to your bed which luckily stayed clean due to fucking on the floor. He planted you softly in the bed and wrapped you up in your blankets. Next, he removed the towel wrapped around his waist and used it to ruffle his wet hair once again, drying it off as much as possible before using it to clean up the floor.

You watched him through half lidded eyes, vision still hazy as he cleaned up the mess. When you saw him turn to leave, your shaking hand wrapped around his ice cold wrist causing the demon to look at you. "D-don't go... s-stay?" your voice was so small and fragile as you pleaded with the demon.

You couldn't see it but his cheeks heated up at your adorable actions, a funny feeling in his chest and his heart beating a bit faster. Even if he wanted to say no, which he definitely did not, how could he when you looked at him with a pout on your lips and those sparkly puppy dog eyes.

Letting out a fake annoyed sigh, he climbed into the bed behind you, spooning your smaller frame. He stayed above the covers, still completely naked but luckily you'd gotten use to the fact that the demon never wore any clothes. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his strong form, holding you tightly as you fell asleep.

Once your soft snores filled the room and your chest rose and fell rhythmically as you breathed deeper, he knew you were asleep. He carded his fingers through your hair and took a moment to just admire how stunning you were, pout still on your lips as you slept and that strange fluttery feeling filled his chest again.

"How the hell am I supposed to say goodbye to you and take that beautiful soul..." he mumbled to himself, now fully aware of just how fucked he truly was and it was all because of you. A beautiful human who was perfect inside and out. "...I just had to go and get tamed by a stupid human." he mumbled but the expression on his face contradicted his cold words. The fond smile on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes when he gazed at you told a completely different story.

[reggies-eyeliner]

OKAY AN EXTREMELY SELF-INDULGENT SENSELESS RAMBLE ABOUT JWCT REGARDING GRIEF AND EMOTIONS AND FOUND FAMILY AND COMPLEX CHARACTERS COMING UP AHEAD WOOP WOOP !!!

i cannot stress to you enough. how much i love the way they write processing trauma. like yeah trauma is all silly and angst and whatever but it's a real thing like genuinely and it's exhausting to see shows just dismiss it over and over again but THIS SHOW I SWEAR IT'S JUST. EVERYTHING IS DONE SO SO WELL AND I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL LIKE

and not to mention that the animation SERIOUSLY DOES IT JUSTICE like the expressions are SO GOOD OH MY GOSH LIKE IT'S I'M THEY'RE YEAH THE EXPRESSIONS. ARE INCREDIBLE. that looks darius got in his eyes when he KNEW the password to brooklyn's phone and kenji didn't??? so good SO GOOD and just the way their eyes all shine before they start crying is actually done so well that if you listen carefully you can feel my heart breaking

also i love how like emotional processing is also written so much. all of them aren't afraid to cry and i feel like that's just. yeah it's beautiful. they cry soft they cry loud whatever it is they're comfortable enough to do so and if they're not they at least know they won't be judged for it ARE YOU KIDDING ME I'M GOING TO BITE A TABLE?????

the characters have flaws. i love that so much. the characters are not perfect but they're still likable and it's executed so well. darius' grief is PALPABLE and kenji's anger, albeit sometimes annoying, is so understandable that you can't actually be angry or annoyed with him because the story writing makes you understand. that's incredible. yasmina struggles with anxiety and ptsd and she gets frustrated and that is !! okay !! sammy ignores her emotions and struggles with toxic positivity but we understand *why* she talks to yasmina that way (because she's worried and scared and concerned for her girlfriend, but she's also just as worried of truly addressing what she's been through) so it's so hard to get mad at her. ben is THANJ GOODNESS not mischaracterized as a cinnamon roll and is actually a complex character with complex emotions and i can't get enough of it. he's like a pain he's so annoying sometimes but it's endearing because he reminds you of that one classmate from elementary that makes you go ohhh yeah no it's him that's fine

okay paragraph was getting long but I do have more to say about kenji. the relationships in this show are executed SO WELL and I'm beyond relieved that Kenji and Daniel's relationship was written INCREDIBLY WELL

like. okay first off the asian rep YEAHGHH IT EAS GOOD !!! WOOP WOOP YRAHAHDH HONK HONK the part about kenji saying he should get his violin after daniel was like telling his sob story was SO FUNNY OH MH GOSH

and just. kenji and daniel kon. im. like his dad was never perfect. far from it and yet kenji just he loves him so much and wants to make him proud and it makes me sick because the writing helps you UNDERSTAND why

daniel keeps giving kenji ultimatums and kenji standing up to him for once just. yeah. that was done incredibly well. and then not even ten minutes after daniel started to change and gave his son something without expecting anything in return other than his presence daniel gets eaten alive in front of him.

okay now this show holy moly i was NOT expecting daniel to just. get ripped apart but um YEAH THAT HAPPENED and the grief was written so well I cannot stress this enough. I loathe in movies and shows when they skim past traumatic deaths and just act like the grief is just non existent and this show does an incredible job at showing that it is VERY MUCH STILL THERE and it makes people out there who are struggling feel a little less crazy and that's so beautiful

i've been a benrius enthusiast since day one and honestly at this point i just hope everything goes well for them moving on. brooklyn's death and Darius coping with her grief was done SO SO WELL and honestly okay as much as i love sibling-type dinostar i think rewatching scenes with the lens that he was in love with her just makes it hurt so much and it's just. yeah. it's written well.

I will say that I think the story could have gone on without Darius confessing his love to Brooklyn, and the scene where Kenji asked Darius about the voicemails could have been used solely as a chance to highlight grief. another way the scene could have gone was if kenji sifted through the voicemails and just heard Darius's voice shatter in a way he's never quite heard it or listened to darius blame himself and that could have been a moment for kenji to realize that grief isn't something people should deal with alone, that *he* shouldn't deal with grief alone

regardless i really do think the idea that Darius was in love with Brooklyn was done really well. I don't know a better way for kenji to have figured out the truth, and for that I am grateful :D!! I hope the hardcore shippers don't get too mad though 😭

also I absolutely loved the lady with the whistle. she's cool. her character design is terrifying and the way she treats the dinosaurs reminds me a of a queen that is very fond of her workers like 😭 she's cool but also i would never want her within a 100 mile radius of me

the found family in this show is actually. yeah. it makes me cry because it's just done so well because it doesn't idealize perfect relationships. there are awkward moments, there are sad moments, characters still feel broken and alone despite having people who've actively said that they'd go to the moon and back for them. it's realistic and it's written beautifully

I think Darius might actually be the character with The Writing ever. his grief and his nostalgia, his awkwardness and fascination with learning and his kindness are all things that exist together and I am so so grateful for that. he's allowed to laugh and make jokes while feeling constant, looming guilt. he is fascinated with learning while also struggling to feel like he deserves to be happy, he enjoys learning about dinosaurs while also being terrified of them on the worst days. he feels guilty and feels like a bad person. but he's loved and he's cared for. can you tell he's my favorite now because

enamored with yasmina and sammy as always. they are just the girlfriends ever and i love so much how openly they communicate with each other. sammy apologizes when she makes mistakes, yasmina doesn't hold it against her. they're always at each other's sides and their love isn't conditional. i love them SO MUCH

okay sorry im making this about darius again but this guy actually is The character ever. I don't think I've ever felt so seen in a character and i just yeah the writers are incredible because all of the characters are written to feel relatable, and if not that, to feel real. it was just a huge comfort to me to know that okay im not crazy for feeling this way because of a character, who was written and animated by dozens and dozens of creators was allowed to be written this way, i'm not messed up in the head, im just processing emotions and it's okay that I need help for that

THIS SOUNDS SO CRINGE I AM SO SORRY

but yeah i. i love this show.

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Hello there :)

You don’t have to read this, this is just for people who want to know me. Which, I’ll warn you now, might not be the best idea.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is bunny.

Im chubby, I have thighs, my bra size is an F cup, I like playing video games, I watch caseoh every night, cooking, baking, reading, watching movies and shows, star wars, marvel, going for walks in nature and I smoke weed, and playing with my stuffies! Ive never had a boyfriend, never kissed anyone or even held hands with a boy. Im far from innocent though. There’s something wrong with me. Learned through failed talking stages, I get attached so easily, I become obsessed, wanting to do anything to make him happy. I become dependent on him. Him talking to me throughout the day affecting my mood. Him ignoring me hurting more than it should. But, I’m also aware of how I’m understanding, loyal, trusting, supportive, and loving when he gives me the day of light.

I crave men’s validation. Im a good girl. I hunger to be a pet. To cook and clean like a good bunny, let him use me whenever he wants bc he’s my daddy and I’m not allowed to say no :(( I long to sit on my knees when he comes home after a long day at work, ready to be used and thank him for making me his personal toy. I yearn for an older man to steal me away from here, to hide me away and only let me go outside when I’m with him. For him to manipulate me, and tell me to cut off my family and friends, to convince me that he’s the only person I need. I thirst to be a stay at home girlfriend/wife/mother…cause eventually him breeding me everyday for hours, takes. My tummy growing with his seed. But if he doesn’t want kids then neither do I, I would rarely think for myself, but my mind will always be filled of him and how I can make him happy. But most of the time, my brain dumb and empty, he thinks for me, tells me what to wear, what to eat, what to cook for him. Who do you think I am? Im an extension of him. He thinks for me. I only need to listen and obey him.

Can you tell I was raised with traditional views on relationships? It’s my ultimate dream. Which could be viewed as sad but I know that’s where I’d be happiest.

I feel like my only flaws is my weight, which I’ve started going to the gym, my social anxiety, but why would I need to talk to anyone besides you? You do all the talking and I just happily stand next to you, your seed covering my thighs because you needed to relieve stress in the car and I’m your loyal servant, and sometimes my communication, refusing to admit if something is wrong because it’s stupid and you’re gonna think I’m stupid if I tell you even though it hurts me :((

I’m your little girl, you use me, rape me if I’m being bad, slap me, spank me, spit on me, shove your fingers down my throat while you ram into me, use all of my holes, make me sob, plead, beg for you to stop making me cum, but you tell me I have to take it. I have no choice and I’m doing so good for you. Don’t you want to make dad happy? Eventually passing out from exhaustion as he tortures me.

Well, that’s me! It’s nice to meet you! My dm’s are always open!! (unless someone claims me)

Love Bunny🐇

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 4 - Coffee, Compassion, and Healing Hearts

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: A little coffee & conversation goes a long way.

Warnings: Mentions of panic attack, anxiety

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

After returning from Jensen's, sleep escaped me entirely. The night replayed in my mind like a vivid movie: the warmth of his hands, his head leaning gently against mine, and the heartbreak engraved across his face.

I didn't know what he was going through or the events that had led him here, but seeing him in such pain tore me apart. I've always been empathetic—too much, some would say. When someone cries, I cry. When fear grips someone, I'm afraid too. But with Jensen, it was intense. Even when he didn't shed tears, I felt an urge to cry for him.

Morning arrived unnoticed, and I groggily checked my phone, relieved to find it was already 11:00. Thank goodness for the day off.

My thoughts immediately turned to Jensen. He had invited me for coffee today, but was that still on? I didn't want him to feel obligated after last night. Yet, without his number, I couldn't confirm our plans. Frustrated, I rolled out of bed and searched through my closet, debating what to wear just in case.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself at the fact that I was stressing over what to wear. Despite our rocky start, I couldn't deny the flutter of feelings whenever I thought of him—a silly crush like a schoolgirl. But I decided against dressing up, opting for casual wear. I didn't want him to misinterpret my intentions, especially after his fangirl comment the other day.

It took three attempts before I finally made it to his doorstep. Each time, anxiety almost sent me home. But taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and knocked. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Jensen's handsome face.

"Hi, Jensen, I wasn't sure what time—" I started nervously.

He smiled warmly, cutting me off. "Now is perfect. Come on in."

I nodded gratefully, stepping into his home and taking in the daylight-lit surroundings. Last night hadn't given me a good look, but now I could appreciate the cozy kitchen which was three times larger than mine with its welcoming blue cabinets, surrounding the area like a warm hug.

Jensen pulled out a stool for me and started preparing coffee, and taking supplies out.

"So, how was the rest of your night?" I questioned awkwardly, unsure what to say.

"It was alright," he replied softly, meeting my eyes briefly. "I checked on the kids after you left. They were okay once I explained what had happened."

I nodded, accepting the coffee he handed me with thanks. "And your'e night?" he asked, sitting beside me on a bar stool.

"It was alright, I didn't get much sleep," I spoke quietly.

His gaze fell on me, guilt spreading across his face nearly causing me to choke on my coffee. "No no, not because of you. I just couldn't shut my brain off.

He nodded in understanding, sipping his own coffee in thoughtful silence.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, anxiously twisting the mug in my hands. "I'm not great at this."

He smiled gently, turning to face me. "You're doing fine. I'm sorry about last night, though. That's not how I wanted you to see me, or anybody to see me for that matter."

I nodded sympathetically, feeling for him. He usually radiated confidence, strength, and humour—the typical charismatic celebrity. Showing himself in such a vulnerable light must have been very difficult for him.

"Well... I don't think any less of you for it," I assured him quietly.

He chuckled softly, his mile returning briefly. "You still see me as the famous guy next door?"

I smiled shyly as my head dropped to my fingers. "We should clear that up."

He froze, his smile fading. "I was just kidding."

"I know," I replied gently. "But before we get too neighbourly, I need to say something. I can't imagine what it's like to be in your shoes, meeting someone new and wondering if their a fan who is trying to intrude in your life."

He interrupted quickly, touching my arm lightly, sending a warm shiver through me. "Y/N, I was out of line—"

"Let me finish," I insisted, placing my hand over his, captivated by his green eyes. "Even though that's not what you meant, I'm sure it crossed your mind when we first met. I saw it, Jensen. I know there were doubts, especially that night you offered to pay for my window and I declined. You looked surprised, like no one had ever expected nothing from you."

"Yeah... you're right," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping.

"I'm not your fan," I confirmed softly, locking eyes with him. "I'm your neighbour, and I hope we can be friends."

A spark flashed in his eyes as he met my gaze. "I'd like that," he said sincerely.

We fell into a comfortable silence, sipping our coffee and discussing unimportant things. Eventually, Jensen suggested we move to the backyard for some fresh air. It felt easier now, less awkward than our previous encounters.

"So," I began as we settled outside, catching his attention. "Do you want to talk about last night?"

He sighed, pushing his hair back with a hint of embarrassment. I quickly spoke again, "If you don't it's okay.."

He shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "No, I really should talk about it, if you don't mind."

"Of course," I assured him, waiting patiently as he gathered his thoughts. Noticing the way he fiddled with his fingers, intrigued by the way he was so careful with what to say and how to say it.

"I... guess everything just overwhelmed me last night," he started slowly, his hands fidgeting. "It's been tough since my wife and I split almost a year ago. It blindsided me. Almost a year ago, my wife told me she wanted to split up, break up, whatever you want to call it. We were having problems, but I didn't know we were at that point."

He paused, his gaze focusing on his fingers before he cleared his throat and continued. "Uh, so since then we have been sharing custody of the kids, and with my show ending, I've been trying to balance focusing on the kids and going to auditions. Yesterday when you heard me shouting outside, she promised to take them and she went on a date instead. I had to find that out through a friend, it triggered everything."

I instinctively reached over and grabbed his hand, noting the small smile spread across his face as his eyes flickered to mine, then back down. "So, I missed the audition, my agent was pissed, and my wife.. ex wife, is moving on while I feel stuck in place. Along with the fact that I'm pretty sure my kids hate me, it just all... overwhelmed me."

I squeezed his hand in sympathy. "Your kids don't hate you, Jensen."

He chuckled sadly, eyes downcast. "I'm not so sure about that. Katie's too young to understand, but Kevin... he's been distant, acting out."

I didn't know what to say, my own experiences with parental separation different from his. When my parents got divorced, it was a relief, finally the fighting stopped.

He ran a hand over his face, his hand releasing mine to grip his mug tightly.

"What led to the breakdown last night? It was early," I asked gently.

He nodded, a remorseful smile crossing his lips. "Stupid, really. A friend sent a photo of my ex with her new boyfriend online. We'd been keeping the divorce quiet. Then my agent called, furious that I hadn't told her, like my marriage falling apart was an inconvenience for her. It all crashed down at once, and I... I couldn't breathe, couldn't see straight. I just lost it."

My heart ached for him. "And how did your kids end up coming to get me?"

He shook his head and wiped his face as regret and shame filled him. "When I broke down, I collapsed and accidentally broke a glass. They came downstairs, bombarding me with questions. I tried to tell them that I was fine, but Kevin saw right through it. The kid is smarter than I give him credit for." he chuckled sadly. "He insisted on calling 911, but I told him not to, that I would be fine."

"I'm glad he came to get me," I said softly. "You didn't look fine."

"Just a panic attack," he muttered, his defences returning.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "So what? Panic attacks are terrifying. When I have them, it feels like I'm physically dying. You don't have to downplay it."

He looked at me in surprise. "You get panic attacks?"

I nodded, feeling vulnerable. He smiled sadly, and thought carefully. "When's the last time you had one?"

I stared down at my hands as embarrassment filled me, "Yesterday afternoon, actually."

"After our porch interaction," he whispered, realization spreading across his face, along with a deep set of regret.

He sighed and shook his head, "God, I really am an asshole. I have been spiraling and you didn't deserve it."

I avoided his gaze and smiled back "It's okay. We're okay now, right?"

He smiled gratefully, his demeanor softening. "Yeah. We're okay."

After we put our mugs away, Jensen walked me to the door. I expected to say goodbye there, but he surprised me by following me out, escorting me back to my own door. It was a small gesture that meant a lot.

"Um..." he started awkwardly as we stood at my door, staring at the ground. "I really can't thank you enough for last night, for the kids—"

"Don't," I interrupted gently, waving off his gratitude. "I'd hope someone would do the same for me."

He nodded and smiled politely. "I would. I will." he spoke softly, before pulling out his phone and handing it to me. "If you ever need anything or just want to grab a cup of coffee, reach out."

I smiled gratefully as I entered my number and returned it to him, our hands grazing momentarily in the shuffle.

"Well... it was nice to officially meet you, Y/N," he said with a shy smile.

My cheeks flushed, head dropping slightly under his gaze. "It's nice to officially meet you too, Jensen."

I watched him walk away, stealing glances back at me until he disappeared from view. And that was it.

That was the moment I realized I was in deep.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 5 coming soon stay tuned!

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[noxturnals-void]

My Dearest Shadow

Jason Voorhees x GN! Reader

Pt.4

(It might lean fem at times but I’m going to try my best to keep it neutral for everyone!)

Read Pt. 3 here

Read Pt. 2 here

Read Pt. 1 here

Tw: stalking, anxiety, paranoia, casual drinking (very short lived), jason having some big feelings

(you’re gonna be jason’s private chef now ✨💖)

2,491 words below the cut

Previously in Chapter 3:

He didn't quite know how he would have returned the basket to you, not wanting to spook you more than he already had. He contemplated leaving it at your door sometime at night so you could find it easily. He glanced over the treats and tilted his head—should he have also given you something in return? He didn’t want to give the basket back empty. It was only polite that he found something suitable to repay your gesture.

What could he possibly give to you?

—

You were sitting on the floor, pressed against the door after getting inside. You had basically collapsed from your shaking legs. Oh, god. What were you thinking? Baked goods as a peace offering? Did he think you were dumb now? Your mind raced, insecurity eating you up.

You clambered to the window beside you and pulled yourself onto the edge, peeking through the curtains. The basket still sat idly on the grass where you had left it. Your heart sunk at the realization he didn't want the offering, probably opting to leave it there. God, you were dumb!

Your eyes lit up, your heart fluttering when a heavy arm suddenly moved down and grabbed the basket handle, lifting it from the ground. The man was still for a moment before he lumbered out of sight into the dense tree line, making off with the basket.

You sighed out, relieved he'd taken the peace offering. At the very least, accepting it from you was enough to ease your mind of overwhelming worry. You didn't care if he didn't eat what you'd piled in the basket, or that you'd probably never see that basket again—you didn't care at all. You were just glad he had taken it—praying to whatever god was listening that the strange man understood it was just a kind, negotiating gesture. You hoped the man would understand you meant your thanks, that you wanted to try to find out what he had wanted from you for all this time. Not that you had much hope of communicating with the stranger. But you’d done all you could do for now.

Pulling yourself to your feet, you brushed off your clothes that were dirt-covered and decided it was probably best to get cleaned up. He was gone. The basket was gone. And you were alone. Even if it was only one pm and you'd planned on working outside for the rest of the daylight hours, you weren't sure if your heart could handle another possible encounter with your stalker. The plants outside were still in their pots, left in the sunlight. They would be just fine until tomorrow.

You walked to your room, closing the curtains to every window you passed by. It was something you got in the habit of doing before taking a shower or changing clothes, for obvious reasons.

You did feel bad for not finishing what you started, but staying inside would be a bigger comfort than forcing yourself to focus outside. No, today had been stressful enough, and besides, a day off wasn't so bad. It’s not like you hadn't gotten anything done at all. Maybe you could catch up on a few series episodes or watch a movie and cook a nice dinner.

You'd really wanted to try the new braised beef recipe you'd found. You already had the ingredients but never found a good time to start since it took a couple of dedicated hours. The last few days had been hectic with outdoor repairs and prepping the garden for today. Given the day you'd already had, the recipe sounded amazing. A shower, some TV, and a nice, warm dinner to top it all off. Maybe some wine to help wind down.

Just what you needed...

Jason spent the rest of the afternoon scouring through the tunnels and campsite for something to give you in return. He had finished his typical path around the camp's perimeter, now just perusing for something you might’ve liked. As much as he knew about you, nothing seemed to come to mind automatically. His brain overworked itself to the point he had to sit down, utterly lost on how to return your kindness. His mother had tried to help, telling him to keep it simple—not leaning romantic.

Romantic?

He sprung up from his seat with an idea—flowers! You clearly enjoyed nature and were even in the process of planting a garden—of course you'd like flowers. And he knew the perfect place to pick some.

By the time he had walked to a nearby field to pick the best flowers he could find this time of year, the sun was beginning to set. He sat on the ground, going between carefully tying a few smaller bouquets of vibrant flora and snacking on the treats you'd given him. After all, if he was going to return the basket, it needed to be empty. And he was more than happy to empty it right into his stomach.

He had to say, your baked goods tasted much better than he had expected—you truly were some sort of angel. Your recipes reminded him of his own mother's baking when he was a child. Of course, nothing she made when he was younger came close to the extravagant food you liked to prepare. He was raised on simple, filling meals, but you seemed to lean toward more creative, fancy recipes.

He was even more head over heels for you by the time your confections were lost to his stomach. He'd finished the bouquets of assorted wildflowers, tying them all together with a piece of ribbon to make one big bouquet and gently placing it in the empty woven basket. He tilted his head, satisfied with the gift. With a sigh, he grabbed the hockey mask stranded beside him in the grass, brushing off a few bugs before pulling the worn strap over his head and shifting to his feet. Leaning down, he took hold of the basket, now full of flowers, and turned back toward your house.

He stopped a few times, coming across a crabapple tree the first time. He took the extra minute to pick a couple of handfuls and gingerly place them in the basket. After all, you had lent him a harvesting basket, and they were a little further from your house than you would have noticed to pick them yourself. While sorting through the crabapples, he saw a distant elderberry bush—making up his mind to get you a few vines.

Naturally, he was extra careful, not wishing to make you ill or possibly poison you. He would never forgive himself if he hurt you, even as indirectly as giving you the wrong berries. He checked over every berry he put in the basket, being cautious and attentive. After he was done, it was nearly dark—easily navigating his way back to the tree line surrounding your cottage and slowly stalking his way around the perimeter from a distance to try to see where you were in the cabin.

Some window curtains had been drawn shut, so it took a few minutes to find you. He finally caught sight of you. You appeared to be in the kitchen, your focus deep set into a Dutch oven you were stirring lazily. He stood still and watched through the kitchen window, examining you closely to make sure you were okay. Your hair was wet, meaning you had taken a shower. He could’ve guessed that by the blocked windows. You looked incredibly peaceful, almost glowing in the warm light of your house. He could tell you were tired by the way you stood, leaning against the kitchen counter. He watched intently as you trailed your focus to a different pot, slowly mixing whatever was in that.

Suddenly, your attention snapped up, and your pretty eyes squinted out the kitchen window. He quickly stepped back, disappearing in the dark tree line, and stood stiff as your eyes scraped over where he was—soon giving up and looking away. You turned around, your back now to him, leaning against the edge of the counter. He tilted his head, wondering what you were doing for a moment before a glass was against your lips. His expression narrowed at the dark red liquid, understanding it was alcohol.

The beginnings of disappointment seeped into him before his mother’s voice interrupted his thoughts. She reminded him that you were no reckless or dumb teenager. You were a grown, responsible woman. He disagreed with you drinking, but since it seemed like you were doing it in moderation and not creating a problem for him, he was willing to let it slide. Especially once you turned around looking particularly unhappy while staring at the glass, pouring the rest down the sink. He heaved a sigh, content you'd chosen not to drink much more than you might have already had tonight.

You shuffled around the kitchen, out of sight, then returned with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. With the fork, you scooped up something from the pot, plopped it into the bowl's bottom, and then scooped up a portion of whatever was in the Dutch oven, giving the bowl a few generous spoonfuls.

He watched as you set the bowl on the counter. You glanced out the window, staring for longer than he hoped in his direction. Maybe you had seen him again? You didn’t look scared. You looked as if you were thinking. You were still for another long minute before walking out of the window frame, grabbing something else and pattering back into view. His eyes widened at you holding a bigger bowl, repeating the process.

He heard you distantly hum for a moment, possibly talking to yourself as you did sometimes at random. His head tilted, somewhat confused at what you were doing until you walked out of view again. He paused, then started to walk around the perimeter house in the direction you had gone. He stopped short a few steps in at your front door opening, your figure peeking through the doorway cautiously before you came shuffling out.

You were clad in a baggy shirt that swallowed you to your thighs, the fabric of your shorts barely poking out from underneath. He stared. In his chest, his heart thumped against his rib cage. Was it indecent to stare like he was? You were just wearing clothes. Admittedly, he had seen you in less, but never had his heart pounded like it did this very second. Never had he experienced such a heat under his mask that flared up a sweat a full day of hard labor couldn’t have caused him. Never before had he felt his pulse spike everywhere in his body all at once.

His eye scoured your form as you bent down, setting what appeared to be the bowl you had just made on the porch's top step. You only lingered for a few seconds, quickly turning and going right back inside. He tried to reason that it was due to the chill outside and your lack of weather-appropriate clothing, but he knew it was because you were still frightened of him. You had every right to be, and yet you offered him food. Again. Your thoughtfulness never ceased to amaze him.

He ensured you were back in the kitchen before approaching the porch of your cabin. He eyed you through a crack between the curtains of a window, being extra mindful of your movements as you walked about your kitchen and tried to find a drink from your fridge. He didn't linger for very long, retrieving the bowl you had set on the top step and replacing it with the basket full of flowers and fruits.

He hoped you would like it. that it would be an adequate gift in return for your generosity. The bowl was heavy with something like stew and very warm, but not quite hot. He made off with the bowl and metal spoon stuck into it, retreating to the dark tree line and shadowing your movements into the living room.

The curtain to one of the small windows that looked into the living room was pulled aside, opening his view into your home. You sat in a chair, cuddling up with a blanket and your bowl of food to watch television. He stood for a while and watched you eat, wondering why you had purposefully given him the ability to watch you. Had you intentionally done it? You must’ve known he was out here. Did you want him to eat with you?

His head tilted back to the bowl, the smell nearly enticing enough as is. It was odd to feel the rumble of his stomach asking for more food after what he had eaten not long ago. He supposed it was because you were a culinary genius, but maybe because he was used to staving off his hunger with small, less enjoyable meals. After all, he didn’t have access to the foods you bought for yourself in bulk. He ate squirrels, rabbits, and sometimes snakes if he caught one in a trap. If he was lucky, he’d bag a deer on a decent hunt and process it. Hunting and fishing were mostly what he survived off of, or food he took from trespassers. Nothing fancy or well-seasoned. But he had seen your spice cabinet. It was an impressive collection compared to his plastic salt and pepper shakers.

Now that he had been supplied with your amazing food, he figured he would be hungry more often. He wasn't against it, especially if you kept feeding him your creations. With those thoughts concluded—and his mother's soft encouragement—he slowly removed his mask. He made sure to be covered in darkness in case your eyes turned out the window he observed you through and possibly saw him—saw his face.

He kept the mask in his hand, balancing the bottom of the bowl and lifting the spoon. By this time, the food had gone a bit cold- not that it smelled any less delicious. The first bite was a cautious one, not exactly sure what to expect—and he was thoroughly and happily surprised at the savory, meaty flavors filling his mouth. Nothing like what he made for himself. He could’ve melted to the ground at how good it tasted. He ate a few more bites, attention drifting back toward your figure on the chair, eating your food slowly while watching a movie you seemed to favor because you watched it often.

He was absorbed in the quiet moment, going between watching you and the movie playing when his attention was pulled away. He was surprised once again by a different flavor, having to look down at the bowl to investigate. He found a thicker, paler food you'd put in the bottom. With another wary taste, he realized it was garlic mashed potatoes.

He was right. You had to be an angel from heaven.

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[cumxfairy]

Late night fuck with Aki

Synopsis: aki comes home from a long, tiring shift and all he wants to do is use your pussy as a stress reliever

Warnings: lowkey aggressive aki, degradation, bondage (kinda), etc. this is my first smut so feel free to leave tips!

You were awakened by the loud slam of the front door. Ah yes, Aki's home. And it looks like he's in a shitty mood, which was understandable. He did have to stay at the office til' , you squinted your eyes at the digital clock on your bedside table, 1:25 am.

More slammings of cupboards and the fridge door were heard. Aki's probably having a glass of whiskey before coming up here, which gives you time to perfect your fake sleep. He can be a real asshole when he's in a bad mood and you didn't want none of that today.

About thirty minutes later, his slow footsteps grew louder by the second as he climbed the stairs to your shared bedroom. You made sure to keep a neutral sleep face, so that he wouldn't notice. He opened the door and stood there at the doorframe for a while.

Your heart was beating at a rapid pace at that moment. Why the fuck was he just standing there? This feels like a horror movie. You two remained like that for a couple more minutes before he finally started to slowly approach your 'sleeping' figure.

"You asleep, huh?" he said with a slight chuckle and mischief in his tone. With each second he was getting closer, your anxiety was getting worse. Did he see right through your act? Of course he did. Aki was a fucking genius. Every April fool's you'd try to prank him and yet you never succeed. Every year, he was ten steps ahead of you. He always found it humorous but right now he was not having it.

You gasped as you felt the duvet being snatched off your body. "Ah, there she is. My girl. Wide fucking awake." His voice was low and dangerous. You hesitantly raised your head to face him and instantly regretted doing so as you instantly spotted the look of hunger in his eyes.

"Aki, please..." Pathetic. That's how your voice sounded while pleading with your boyfriend, who simply stood there in his suit and slightly disheveled hair. The moonlight from the window shone directly on his face, showing the dirty smirk on his lips.

"You're smart enough to know not to try to decieve me like this. At least I thought you were." He shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, that smirk was now even more frightening. You slowly started to back off until your head met the headboard. Aki gripped your ankles and dragged you to the front of the bed.

"Now (Y/N), don't be a bad girl if you want me to go easy on you." He rasped with his big, veiny, right hand now tightly around your neck while the other one stroked your hard nipples through the fabric of your pink tank top. He could feel his cock grow harder as you released a shaky moan.

"Please Aki..." You begged again, this time with lust instead of fear. He grabbed your hand and lead it toward his abdomen, making you feel his sexy abs. "Please what darling?" He teased.

"Please don't be rough with me.." You pled even though your eyes were clearly telling him to fuck you as hard as he can right now. Aki released a dark chuckle as he undid his tie, wrapping it around his fist.

"That depends, you gonna be a good girl?" He knew exactly the answer to that question. You were always good for him. Wearing what he wanted, getting into his favourite positions, fulfilling his fantasies etc. and yet he always fucked you dumb. Nevertheless, you nodded with your doe eyes.

"Well then princess, you're gonna take that slutty little piece of fabric off and show me those sexy tits." He demanded and you instantly obliged, slipping off the straps of the top and eventually completely removing it. He licked his lips hungrily as he stared at your exposed breasts. You were now only in your panties.

He grabbed your hand and stuck your middle and index fingers into his mouth, maintaining heavy eye contact with you while doing so. "Now touch yourself the way I like it."

You watched him pull a chair in front of the bed and plopp himself on it, spreading his legs wide apart. Those wet fingers of yours first started at your breasts, where you first teased yourself by circling them. The moan that escaped your lips after your fingers grazed your nipple, made Aki's cock twitch in his pants.

"Can I touch my pussy sir?" You asked his permission and he silently nodded with a stern look in his gorgeous eyes. Your fingers slowly made their way towards your lower region, where you felt your thick, creamy arousal pile up. You were about to shove your hand into your panties when Aki's look became that of warning and you immediately pulled it out.

"Move them to the side like I always do." The authority in his voice was only turning you more on. You did as he said and pulled the panties to the side, feeling the cool air in the room hit your swollen clit.

"Mhm, now play with it. No fingering though." You nodded eagerly and instantly got to it, gently rubbing the sensitive bud and quietly whimpering while doing so. At first you slowly rubbed it in a circular motion, exactly like Aki always did. You picked up the pace as you felt your orgasm nearing and your walls become more sensitive.

"Oh Aki..." He palmed his hardened cock as he watched you play with your pussy and listened to your dirty moans. This was his favourite part of fucking you. Watching his girlfriend act like a total pornstar in front of him. He snapped back to reality as you released a loud, high pitched screech of pleasure, indicating that you've reached your high.

"Did I say you could cum?" Upon seeing the terrifying look of pure disapproval on his face, you felt your heart drop. How could you be so stupid? You forgot to ask for permission, knowing that it's the most important step when having sex with Aki.

"I'm sorry sir! Please forgive me-" With a simple raise of his hand, he was able to silence you. Your heart rate increased as he slowly got up and started walking towards you.

"You really think you can disobey me huh?" He undid his ponytail, letting his long, luscious hair flow, only adding to his Godlike appearance. You shook your head quickly and tried to defend yourself.

"Aki, I swear I didn't-"

"Shut your fucking mouth you stupid slut. I'm gonna remind you of your place." He harshly grabbed your jaw, staring deeply into your eyes, colored with fright.

"Open your mouth." You weren't able to move due to the shock, which made Aki tighten his grip on your jaw. You felt like it was gonna break. "I said open your fucking mouth, before I rip it open."

You slowly cooperated and opened it. He smirked and spit in your mouth. "Swallow." You did. "Good. Maybe there's still hope for you."

He then proceeded to turn you around with enough force to almost dislocate your shoulder. Your ass was facing him and your face was pushed against the mattress.

"By the time I'm done with you (Y/N)..." He unraveled the tie from his fist and used it to tie your wrists together. You just knew that the tightness of it would leave a very obvious mark. You let out a yelp as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, reaching to whisper in your ear.

"You won't be a filthy little harlot anymore." The sound of his zipper being pulled down made you shiver. It was happening. Aki was about to mercilessly destroy your insides and you couldn't do anything about it.

He placed the tip of his hard dick in at the entrance of your soaked vagina, his grip on your hair remaining firm. You slightly moved your hips to make him enter you a bit. He released a dry laugh at your action.

"You want it bad don't you bitch?" He delivered a harsh smack to your ass before finally slamming himself into you. You felt your entire lower body shudder at this. His pace was inhumane and he had absolutely zero consideration for you as he used your pussy like a disposable sex toy.

"Don't you. ever- FUCK. try. to disrespect me. ever agai- AH. you. sad. pathetic. whore." He let out in between strokes. Your pussy only clenched harder at his words, that were so mean right now, they made you question his love for you.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK." He released your hair, undid the tie and flipped you over quickly switching the position to withhold both your and his orgasms. He gave you a quick, harsh slap on your cheek before reaching for your tits and ramming his huge cock inside you again.

"Aki...AKIII!" The neighbors will not be pleased by this but at this moment all you cared about was your boyfriend cumming inside you. You screeched when his fingers pinched your nipples. He slapped you again before increasing his speed again.

"AKIIIIIII!!!" Your orgasm neared as he relentlessly fucked you with no hesitation. At this rate, you won't be able to attend uni tomorrow. "FUCK! IM SO CLOSE SIR PLEASE!"

"SHIT!" You were almost there just one. more. stroke-

Before you were able to reach your climax, your boyfriend slowed down making you scream in frustration. "You gotta beg for it princess." He chuckled eve though it was evident, how bad he wanted to cum.

"Please sir, please let me be your cum dumpster!" The tears prickled your eyes as you begged with a whiney voice.

"That's my good girl." He picked up the pace again, this time keeping it until you both reach your high. "AHHHHH.."

"Fucking hell!" A warm feeling came over you as you were being filled with his seed. After a couple more strokes, Aki pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. The two of you laid there for about five minutes before you finally spoke up.

"Hey Aki?" You turned to face your boyfriend.

"Hm." His gaze fixated on the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

"You love me, right?" He slightly moved his eyes to look at you and chuckled.

"Because I fuck you like a slut, you think I don't love you anymore?" You remained silent with an unsure look in your eyes. Aki grabbed you by the waist and gently pulled you towards his body, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, where he had earlier slapped you.

"You'll always be my princess (Y/N). I love you to the moon and back."

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Akaashi x gn!reader

I've been feeling stressed with finals coming up and since I kin Bokuto's mood swings I decided to write some ler Akaashi to ease my soul huehehdhwjfh yes I am an Akaashi simp too

Also I'll most likely stick to writing their timeskip vers. bc Akaashi with glasses >>>>>

This is my first Haikyuu fic so I hope it goes well~

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Akaashi x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Akaashi

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Ugh!!" You let out an exasperated groan, having just returned to your shared apartment after a long day of walking all over campus, leaving your legs and back aching. Not to mention the sudden rain, drenching you into looking like a wet puppy. You went to take a warm shower to try to de-stress. Coming out feeling a bit refreshed, wearing your comfiest pjs, but still tired. And the thought of the countless exams and projects you had coming up was enough to get your anxiety kicking up.

You sat down at the foot of the bed, trying to get your breathing back to normal, but no nice thought was enough to get you to fully calm down.

As if sent by an angel, you suddenly felt a warm pair of arms wrap around your middle and before you knew it, Akaashi pulled you onto his lap.

"It's okay, it's just me" he gave you a soft smile as he started rubbing soothing circles along your back. He took a few deep breaths along with you until your body eventually relaxed in his embrace. Once he saw you more at ease, he asked: "What's got you feeling like this, love?... If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too". He gently grabbed your hand, softly rubbing his thumb along your knuckles for extra comfort.

You let out a deep sigh before speaking. "I just... feel so stressed with all the exams and projects piling up... I feel like I'm gonna go crazy" you let out a dry chuckle before sighing once again, leaning your head against his chest. The sound of Akaashi's heartbeat was enough to make you feel more at peace, but still, as your boyfriend, he prioritized your well-being and wouldn't stop until he knew you were feeling better.

"I know it's a lot, but you are capable of accomplishing whatever you set your mind to. And whenever you're struggling, I'll be there to help you back up".

You couldn't help the soft smile that formed on your lips at hearing his words. Akaashi had always been the supportive type, always there even at your lowest of moments.

He felt a bit relieved at seeing your little smile as he gently rocked you back and foward. "So, is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Get you a snack? Watch a movie together?... Maybe...~" his tone slowly shifted to a more playful one as he gently walked his fingers up your side, making you gasp and jolt from the touch. Your reaction only made Akaashi's grin go wider. "Would you like that?~" he knew how easily flustered you got simply by the word "tickle". Usually he'd use that against you but today decided to go easy on you. Of course you couldn't pass up such an offer, maybe laughing your worries away was all you needed for tonight, so you gave him a soft nod. Feeling too flustered to properly reply.

He gently layed you down along the bed, looming over you with a playful glint in his eyes. The giggles involuntarily bubbling out of your chest out of aniticipation of what's to come.

"Already laughing? I haven't even touched you yet" he let out a soft chuckle at your silly reaction before leaning in close to whisper into your ear. "Tell me when you've had enough".

Without saying anything else, his hands snuck under your shirt. His cold fingertips making contact against your warm stomach, causing you to jump at each touch "K-Keijihihi...!".

Akaashi could feel his heart flutter at the sight of you whinning out his name through your cute giggles, this only made him want to tickle you more. His short nails now softly scribbling along the sides of your tummy.

You involuntarily slapped your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle the embarrassing sounds that were pouring out of it. All while your body twitched and squirmed with each scribble.

"Hmm... have you gotten more ticklish?" he asked with his usual stoic-looking face, and yet the question was enough to make your face errupt on the spot.

"N-nohoho I hahahaven't!" you tried to defend yourself, but the cute giggles and snorts coming out were betraying you.

It took a lot of willpower for Akaashi to not laught from your reactions, but he managed to keep his composure. "Are you sure? You seem more wiggly than usual" he enphasized his point by giving a soft poke to your navel, causing you to want to jump out of your skin as you squeaked.

"You're juhust seeing thihihings!!" you reached out to weakly hold onto his wrists as his fingertips kept playfully teasing the small tickle spot under your shirt. You couldn't really do much to defend yourself in this situation, and it's not like you wanted to. But damn was it still flustering as heck!

At your words, Akaashi abruptly stopped the tickling. He then took off his glasses and cleaned them against his sleeve before putting them back on. "No no, you're definitely very squirmy tonight. I mean, just look at you when I do this—" as he said that, he gave your hips a squeeze, making you buck your hips as you let out a surprised screech.

"Okahahay I get it! I think that's enough for one night..." you softly chuckled as you catched your breath, except this time it was from laughing so much. "Umm... thanks for that" you said shyly, averting his gaze.

Akaashi's lips turned into a soft smirk as he gently held your chin to force you to look at him and before you could question him he leaned in for a tender kiss on your lips. Once he broke it off, you let out a deep breath you didn't realize you were holding. Smiling like a lovestruck fool the entire time. He couldn't help but smile back as he layed down next to you and held you closely. The both of you instantly drifting off to sleep with the purests of smiles.

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I didn't proofread, sorry not sorry

Also writing this made me realize how much I miss these boys 😢💖💖💖

[amysubmits]

Benefits of submission are obvious to me, esp as an anxious type it’s like “please take control so I can stop overthinking” but honestly I feel bad bc like the benefit seems one-sided. What does a dom get? “You have to think for 2 of us and be responsible for my anxiety and give me structure and etc etc” It’s like asking them to have a second job while I get to quit and go on vacation.

Hey :)

I think the benefits that the dom gets can vary depending on the dom and what they like, but also on the specifics of a D/s dynamic. But, I personally don't think any D/s dynamic should be one sided, and I don't think most are one sided. I sometimes feel like content about d/s can make it seem like everything is about the sub or everything is about the dom, which might contribute to that confusion.

But I think some of it is just natural, too. I think when you're wired as a sub, it's naturally a lot easier to understand the benefits of being a sub, and harder to understand the benefits of being a dom, because you just are geared to want something different than doms want.

It's probably minutiae, but I don't think subs hand responsibility for their anxiety over to their doms. They might help you with your anxiety, but it's always your responsibility still.

While I get what you mean about how being a sub feels like a relief from responsibility, but CD has expressed to me before that for him, the idea of "letting someone take control" sounds awful to him, not like relief. So in the same way that I can't fully understand why he likes being a dom, he also can't fully understand why I like being a sub...because he just isn't wired to enjoy letting go of control in the way that I am.

I really do think every relationship is different, but I'll try to give a bit more detail about my own relationship in case that helps.

I wouldn't say that being a sub is a vacation for me. While it does relieve me of responsibility in some areas, I still have plenty of responsibility of my own. For us, CD holds more responsibility than I do overall and that's because he has the final say in most things. However, I have lots of 'regular' responsibilities still. I have a job, I have responsibilities that are assigned to me related to caring for our house (I do a little more than half, I'd say), I have responsibilities related to my role in our dynamic like I have responsibility to share my emotions and struggles, toa advocate for my needs, etc.

There are some other areas where CD takes more responsibility than I do, like he manages our finances, taxes, insurance, etc. He also handles everything for our vehicles and household repairs. I don't want to minimize the fact that CD does take more responsibility than I do, and that is a big benefit to me...but when comparing myself to vanilla couples, I don't think there's a massive difference in how much responsibility I shoulder vs how much your 'average' vanilla person shoulders in their relationship.

And I also can give you an example of what CD gets out of D/s. It's basically his love language. When I trust him to take responsibility for me or for us, that feels amazing to him. He feels loved the best/deepest/most when he feels trusted by me and we use our D/s to help him feel that. So although taking responsibility/leading is a stress in some ways, it has this huge pay off for him and the weight of the responsibility is worth it to him. He also says that it's sort of about a sense of purpose? In the same way that subs who get to live D/s find themselves feeling like they've really "found themselves" in submission, doms have a version of the same thing. It's like...a form of authentic living that has a big emotional pay off for him.

He also gets to have things 'his way' in a lot of small ways. If he wants something specific for dinner, that's what we make. If he wants us to go to the grocery store at a certain time, that's when we go. If he wants us to watch a movie, we watch it. If he wants to read a book together, we read it. If he's in the mood for rough sex, that's what we do. Of course, all of this is within the limitations of his wants not being contradictory to my needs and my consent/safeword but generally speaking, he gets what he wants. So there's that benefit.

I'm probably forgetting bits...but I hope this still helped some. Again, I think it's super common for subs to feel the way you do. but I think that's largely just our instinct to see things through our own perspective. It's challenging to 'remember' how d-types often are just wired to want different things. :)

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

When you call your ex over to cuddle you - jisung

Jisung x Reader

Genre: angsty and a little cute

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: you call your ex partner over after having a meltdown only to realise you still loved him. 😂

Warnings: none really i got really close but there is no smut unfortunately theres a little bit of kissing and some other stuff those so if you are under 18 please dont read in your not comfortable.

“Hello,” Han said, answering the phone call from his now ex-girlfriend. He could hear her sniffling over the phone, and his heart sank as she struggled to get the words out.

“Can you please come over” she barely gets the words out.

“I’ll be over in 10 minutes” Han knows nothing good will come from him going to see his ex. However, he was still very much in love with her and to hear her cry, which she often didn’t, made him eager to get to her.

“And where do you think you’re going at this hour” chan jokingly said while sitting on the couch on his phone.

“Honest answer?”

“Of course…” chan said, putting his phone down.

“Y/Ns”, Han said, fiddling with his keys, his eyes widening.

“We talked about this… you have to stop being at her beck and call Han… she’s using you” chan was upset he had worked so hard all these weeks, building Han's confidence back up so he could go right back to his ex.

“She needs me, Hyung… I have to go,” he said, closing the door behind him.

……………

Han pulls up in front of your house. The front lights are on. He opens the car door and walks up the driveway towards the front door.

*knock knock*

Y/N pov

You open the door and have never been so relieved to see Han so much in your life, today was shit, and you felt overwhelmed with everything.

“Hannie”, you cry as you wrap your arms around him. He embraces you, and you slowly walk back into the house.

“You okay? What happened?” He pulled back and caressed your face making you sob harder.

“Please don’t cry”, he kisses the top of your head. You manage after a few moments of embracing Han to slow down your breathing and minimise the crying.

“I’m just so stressed with work and my family… I can’t catch a break, and I think I’m overwhelmed,” you say, hyperventilating into his chest.

“Y/N,” I think you have a panic attack.” He squeezed you tight.

“I need you to hug me. Is that okay?” That was fine with Han. Not only had he missed your touch, but he had also had a lot of experience dealing with anxiety over the years.

“I have an idea?… how about I stay over, and we watch movies?” He rubs your back.

“I would like that” you smile up at him. The truth was you had no idea why you broke up with Han in the first place. He was so sweet and kind-hearted. You grabbed his hand and led him through to your bedroom, slowly sneaking him past your roommate's door. You closed the door and grabbed the remote off the bedside table.

“Uh, I didn’t bring PJs”, he smiled awkwardly.

“You act like I haven’t seen you naked before” you giggle, and suddenly Han becomes shy.

He slowly removes his shirt, and you can’t help but stare. Then it suddenly hit you. It had been weeks since you had sex, your body now realising this.

“Stop staring at me… I’m feeling self-conscious,” he giggled as he took off his jeans.

“Oh, please don’t flatter yourself, Han.”

You lie down on the bed and scroll through Netflix. Meanwhile, Han crawls in and wraps his arms around your stomach, his breath now on your neck. “I missed this”, he mumbles.

The sensation of his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. “Mmmm, same”, you grumbled “thank you for coming over” you turned your head to look at him.

“I’d do anything for you,” he said, kissing gently on your nose.

You looked at his lips then quickly looked forward at the tv. “How about we watch… clueless”, you giggle, knowing Han hates that movie.

“We can watch that… whatever you like” he lightly kisses your cheek. You blush a little as you press play.

………………

It was about halfway through the movie, and you could feel Han squirming a little against your body “you okay?” You turn to him, and his eyes flick to your lips and back to the tv.

“Yeah, just getting comfortable”, he smiled, nuzzling closer to your body like that was possible.

You are watching the movie for a while when suddenly Han moves, now looking down at you “are you feeling better?” He whispers again, flicking his eyes to your lips.

“Yes, thank you” you bite your lower lip a little, a signal you often used to tell Han you wanted him to kiss you. He leans down and kisses you with his soft, warm lips.

Han grabs your side and squeezes as he parts your lips with his tongue. “Did you put this movie on because you know it bores me to tears?” He smiles, pulling away.

You giggle because it is partially the reason you put it on. “Maybe… maybe I wanted you to get so bored you kissed me”, you grin.

“Well, it worked,” he said again, placing his lips down on yours. His hands ride up your body until his hand sit just under your breast.

“Can I………” he pulls away again.

“You can do whatever you like, Hannie… I am completely yours.”

Han slides up a squeezes your Brest while leaning back down to kiss you when suddenly you hear your roommate's door open.

“Shit, shhh,” you say to Han as he pulls back.

“We have to be quiet, okay,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this tonight,” Han said, letting go of your breast.

“What, why?” You are so confused. Was he not the one who initiated  the kiss in the first place.

“Because… I don’t want to be quiet,” he smirked, making you giggle.

*knock knock*

“Fuck”, you mouth, pointing to the cupboard “get in there… if she sees you, she’ll yell at me,” you whisper. Han complies and goes into the walk-in wardrobe.

“Hey, do you have someone over?” Your roommate said as you opened your door in your PJs.

“No, why would you think that?” You pretended to be confused.

“I thought I heard Han's voice before,” she said, looking around your room.

“Oh, I was watching an old video on my phone” you smiled, thinking you might get away with it.

“Okay… but he better not be in here… we’ve had this conversation.”

Your roommate walks out, and you walk over to the wardrobe “that was so close,” you whisper, pecking hand lips.

“I know… maybe I should go,” he said, grabbing his pants and shirt.

“What… why?” you grab onto his hand.

“Well, because you broke up with me” you could see he was hurt still.

“I still love you”, you blurt out.

“Huh?… say that again,” he said, walking closer to you and closing the gap.

“I said… I still love you, Han jisung” Han closed the gap between your bodies immediately. He Leaning down into a heated kiss.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that” he pulls away.

“I love you so much… which is why I should probably leave” he smooshed your cheeks together and kissed you softly.

“To be continued”, you smile up at him.

“To be continued”, he replies.

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump No.5

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! ! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host. 

Today I’m talking whump with the wonderful @painsandconfusion! 

So good to have you here today, @painsandconfusion! Tell us a fun fact about yourself!

I'm a lawyer but don't seem like a lawyer at all - everyon'es always confused when I say so. I'm a fan of jumping between fluffy pink dresses, standard hipster vibes, emo styles, and who knows what else. It's different every day. I just like variety!

What does whump mean to you?

Oh dear, tricky to answer...

Whump is when a character is at their highest stress point (or...at least higher than average). I suffer from severe and vivid nightmares, but I found out that when I write whump, I can process my fears and anxieties through those characters and their experiences. I can only go about two weeks without writing before the nightmares start again. It's kinda amazing to see just how effective and healthy it is for me. I live vicariously through my whumpees for a moment, and they help my brain keep its shit together. Then I get to meet all these lovely people online and it just makes my heart so happy!

Wow, that’s really great to hear! Whump can be really cathartic at times. How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

I think this is a standard story, but I discovered the hero x villain community first, and it wasn't /quite/ my cup of tea, but it was close. After I saw a few people reblogging things with #whump, I checked it out. 

I have a vivid memory of skipping class for the first time in my life, just sitting in my apartment, all but crying as I scrolled through everything. I was so relieved to find that I wasn't alone. I spent so much of my life hating myself and hating whumperflies and hating that I was drawn to violence and not understanding why. After I found this community I felt so much more at home. 

I made a blog and started reblogging.

Then of course, I relapsed into hating myself and deleted it.

Then I made another. Started posting gifs I made from my favorite whumpy movies.

The kink community kinda took it over - which is fine and lovely and I'm happy to share content, but....they were the only ones who saw my blog. So everything I made was taken in a way I didn't mean and I felt very isolated and unheard.

So I deleted it again.

A couple years ago, I tried again. I started just reblogging, then I impulsively added to a prompt list in one of my reblogs and people really liked it? So I made more. And more and more and more- eventually I started posting scenes, and I've been having a lovely time here ever since! 

Do you think your view on whump has changed since you joined? Are there tropes you now love/hate that you didn't at first? 

Absolutely. Like. Wow so much. I used to dislike pain a lot and only enjoy the fear leading up to it. While I still prefer the suspense, nothing really squicks me out anymore. I used to hate pet whump but now I'm a fan. 

I have started making whump art as of late, which has been a fun new adventure! I picked it up almost solely because there's so many fantastic writers in this community who deserve some good fanart. I'm having fun working through a list of my favorite creators!

Tell us about your favourite whump trope!

Dear goodness, do I love a chin tilt.

No no...hmmm.....I get to run wild with this question and there's nothing you can do to stop me! Muahhahahhaaaaaaaa~

Okay so. Picture this.

Whumpee stumbling slowly backward, breath catching in their throat and burning at their lungs. Their feet drag against the ground as they stare up at Whumper, eyes shaking and sparkling with tears that cling to their lashes, refusing to fall. Not /quite/ yet. 

Whumper strokes a knuckle down their cheek, drawing a twitch - not quite a flinch, no no, Whumpee wouldn't dare to pull away. Whumper's hand flips softly as it reaches their jaw, pressing to their throat instead.

Whumpee finally lets a sound pass their lips, a soft whimper as their back hits the wall. The momentum topples the wetness from their lashes, and Whumper's eyes roam down to follow them as they soak hot into the fabric of Whumpee's shirt. 

Whumper's hand turns up just /once/ more, curling a finger under Whumpee's chin to tip their head up, drawing hiding eyes back into place.

Then they say something whumpy, I guess - you get the picture.

LOVE that shit. 

Intimate whumpers? Slow pacing? Vivid sensation? Yes!

Absolutely loving the detail in that! It’s all about the sensations! And speaking of favourites, do you want to share a piece you've written?

Hard Question!

First one that comes to mind is The Party. It's one of my favorites because my hands were shaking so hard while writing it. It was a great way to kick off that event (@thewhumperssoiree) which I'm inadvertently yet shamelessly plugging by answering with that piece I guess! It's very very fun, I loved what that piece created. Everyone who wrote for it did such a great job! (Event is still open, I don’t know why I'm talking about it in past tense)

Do you have a standard writing style/routine or does it vary?

I absolutely change up my paragraph style depending on the intensity of the scene or the place in the scene. I'm a big fan of elaborating and writing moment to moment so the oc's sensations and emotions bleed into the reader. I don't write much on visuals at all - almost entirely on sensation, which I think works well in this medium.

When I'm writing, I kinda forget everything else exists, so I don't have food or drink or if I do, it's neglected. If anyone tries to talk to me, tough luck to them, I'm in the Write Zone and I cannot hear them!

I write solely when inspiration strikes which.......is a lot!

Is there a noticeable difference in how easily you write things? Do the words always flow or do you have to beat them out sometimes?

There's characters who don't get in my head nearly as easily, and ones that are effortless. Getting fucking Alec in my head? Impossible. He's a bitch, then does bitch things once there. Ethan? Dream. Miracle boy. So easy to write that emo little shit. For clarification, the seven chapters of Alec's series vs the thirty of Ethan's. Alec is a bitch. End of story.

But, I also do much better describing little moments rather than full scenes. I'm good at scenes, but it takes so many spoons. Hence why I have three hundred or so random drabble posts or lists, but only like fifty total from my series. It just takes more effort to have to think about plot and pacing and all that good stuff. 

Fun? Yes. 

But hard.

Is there anything you're working on at the moment? Finalising the final chapter of your series? Starting a new au? Trying a different style of writing/pov? Revisiting fanfiction? Maybe you've really gotten into poetry....

Oh dear goodness, I'm working on everything all at once and I need to stop!

I also need to roleplay less and write more for you lovelies! I’m so sorry I’m just really distractible…

Give us some writing advice. Bless us with your wisdom!

I have posts for this but:

1. Keep your descriptions to the textured senses. Less visuals, more sensation. Caretaker has brown hair? So what? Tell me about how Caretaker's hair curled at the ends, just barely tickling at the corner of their eyes until they flicked it away with a twitchy shake of the head.

2. Personify the shit out of your nouns. Whumpee bled? No. The blood soaked through Whumpee's shirt. Make it an external factor that's affecting them. Much more engaging.

3. Pacing. Whumpee got dragged into the car, then into a house and chained in the basement? That's not one scene, that's at least three. OR. It's a two sentence summary that Whumpee is musing about while already in the basement. 

4. Speaking of, don't start with the boring, just get right into the action. You can weave the 'how we got here' bits in after a few sentences, but get your reader hooked right away. Don't start with "Whumpee got out of bed, glancing at their blaring alarm". Try instead "Their hands were shaking so hard they had to try three times to dial the number, fingers as clumsy as they were that morning, trying to slap their alarm off through the fog of blissful sleep." Or just don't mention it at all! Skip to the good stuff!

Lastly, let’s hype up some of your favourite blogs! Any friends, writers or just really cool people you want to shout out?

@whumblr was like my idol before I started! It's so cool just casually knowing her now? Still not over that, to be honest.

I always tag her but @distinctlywhumpthingmpthing is so good? Seriously, you want to see some god-tier writing, go over there. (minors read tws well please, its not all for you.)

@brutal-nemesisemesis is always a delight. Castys gives me life.

And of course,  I'm gonna give a shoutout to @wormwritinging, my beloved. We met here and as much as I adore this community, they're hands down the best part of it. 

Anything you'd like to add? 

I can't think of anything but thank you for doing this. This blog is so cool!

It’s been a honor to have you here, @painsandconfusion!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[judgementdaysunshine]

Physical therapy

Pairing: Beth Phoenix x Fem reader

Description: Beth helps you to physical therapy at home to help with arthritis in your back and hip

Beth slowly leads you into the pool and slowly has you float on your back for the next few minutes before swimming to each side of the pool. You had been in pain a lot leading you to get scans that determined that you had arthritis in your lower back and right hip so you ended up going to physical therapy which helped but you knew that you would need more than that and patches to relieve the pain which leads to beth having an idea after seeing a study that not only does swimming help with relaxing your body but it also is a good form of physical therapy for people who have certain ailments including arthritis, you began to swim faster from each end of the pool as beth stood nearby and encouraged you until you both got out when it started lightly raining but you didn't have to stop from the pain which was a welcome change. Things only improved over the next month with physical therapy sessions and swimming in between each session which helped relieve the pain throughout your hip and back and helped stretch your back out with minimal pain involved, you were able to not just get through a whole day without crying or almost collapsing in pain but the whole month ever since you had started swimming more and doing yoga that helped your anxiety and manage stress and pain better when the arthritis would flare up every once in awhile not knowing just how proud beth was of you until three months later when the two of you celebrated your seven year anniversary over dinner at home, "I'm proud of you for these past few months of therapy and dealing with everything, I could never ask for anyone else to have in my life than you" your heart flutters as tears form in your eyes before sharing a tender kiss that leads to slow dancing around your living room and reading letters you wrote to each other before watching movies and falling asleep under the covers tangled together.

[swdm360]

You're my Forever.

➡ Receiver: Kenma

➡ Letter type:Angst

➡Note from messenger: I couldn't find an angst for Kenma that had something like this, though that's probably been done and written by the time I eventually post this so oop.

➡ Fake lovers to real lovers, proposal, drunk confessions, car accident, major character death, depression, mentions of drinking before driving, anxiety, break downs, profanities, accusations of infidelity, arguments, insecurities, jealousy stressing both parties for different reasons. Hints of Kenma going into a coma.

Kenma swore to himself, he'd never hurt you and that he'd protect you.

That was the promise he made when he proposed to you, it was so perfect. The night was beautiful, the water sparkling as it reflected the moonlight and illuminated his kneeling silhouette. The cheers from yours and his friends as you said yes with tears in your eyes and mascara starting to run down your soft cheeks.

Remembered how tight he hugged you as he chanted 'I love you' s to you on repeat as he felt himself finally shaking, coming down from the adrenaline; secretly afraid that you'd reject him beforehand and relieved that you were willing to spend eternity and have someone like him to be your partner, a potential father perhaps be one a grandparent with you by his side. Being so sickinigly sweet that the kids would gag at how loving you two were—grow old and die peacefully together.

You were his first for everything.

First kiss, first romantic love, first time, first anything.Truth be told, he probably would've stayed single if it wasn't for you asking for his hand in marriage jokingly in one of his reunions, and drunkly said yes to your proposal—which mind you, Kuroo had caught on camera and accidentally posted in their public account.A relationship that was once fake that turned to reality. A cliché, yes, but a miracle to him nonetheless.A miracle that unfortunately, ends too soon.

Like any relationships, problems arose. Those problems in your relationships included his job, his health and the ugly green thing growing it's head... Jealousy.

At first, it was the little "maybe later" or the "hang on, I'm busy". Then it was the "a friend asked me to record with them today, so maybe not" and "Oh yeah, I'm collabing with a friend so you can go without me"A friend?

It's happening too often, and you didn't want to be a your fiancé. How could you? You two are supposed to trust each other. So you asked occasionally. When you two sat down for food, or sat to watch a movie or played a game. Maybe it was when you two were in the car or perhaps in a restaurant out on a date.

To him, you asked too much and looked into things too much— he thought you knew he kept his job seperate. To you, you were scared—scared that he no longer loved you anymore and that the friend he played... One of them could be...

Of course, he got offended.How could he not? Are you doubting his loyalty? His feelings? His promise?

『"Do you not trust me?" He furrowed his brows, a frown settling on his lips.

"I do... It's just that I... I'm just curious. Nothing much you know?" You gave him a shaky, tense smile as you averted his eyes.』

It didn't help that when he held a 24hr stream with said friend, he had made it clear not to be disturbed leaving you to sleep and eat alone.

Lonely.

Without him by your side. So he bud you goodnight and collected his food and drinks for the stream.

The queensized bed no longer feeling comfortable to sleep in, the room freezing up his side of the bed whilst you were forced to hid under the covers while you bit your lips and cried. Insecurities plaguing your mind as you shivered and curled up into a ball. The light in his gaming room didn't help with your struggle as you heard him occasionally laugh and chuckle—something you noticed he hadn't been able to do with you.

Whimpering to yourself, you opened your phone before squinting at the uv light attacking your eyes. Your fingers finding their way to Shoyo, a friend you met Kenma through and someone who played a big role in how you two got together.

You messaged him, not expecting a response on the middle of the night—ding!—nevermind. Shoyo, being the remarkable sunshine that he was, never failed to put a smile on your face and erase the rearing head of the ugly thing in your heart as you chuckled to yourself lightly at a ridiculous hermit meme he sent alongside bloodshot eyes of a drunk Hinata playing (more like failing) volleyball whilst a drunk Kageyama served a ball to his face. Something about how it had been awhile so the two were catching up...

You never ended up sleeping enough so you groggily made your way to the kitchen only to start having an attack as you sobbed on the floor.

Kenma, being the attentive partner that he was, immediately dropped his things to bolt to your sunken form. The feeling of his smooth hands wiping your tears and shushing you as he pressed your body against his in worry.

He was a softhearted partner, willing to do all the work if it meant you were home safe and sound.

Imagine to your surprise that when you asked him the questions again, both a little tipsy, that he told you how you were getting on his nerves and how you overthink too much. Eventually leading to the both of you screaming and shouting at each other—furiously.

『"Oh for heavens sake, not this again. Didn't I tell you that were just coworkers? How many times do I need to repeat myself. Fuck, stop bringing that up! "

"Kenma relax, I'm just asking. You know how I feel about them."

"Please for the love of God, can we NOT talk about it here? I'm tired. I just want to sleep."

"You're always tired, busy. You never spend anytime with me anymore. You don't even sleep on the bed, it's always on your desk. I'm just worried!"

"Well I don't need you to be. Just worry about yourself—" 』

You failed to notice the motorbike speeding past the green light as Kenma tried to scream before the car slams into a pole and your head hits the wheel—Kenma's into the window. His last memory of you was the blood dripping down your head before blacking out.

『... Beep... 』

Next thing Kenma knew, he hears his heart monitor beeping. A few sounds of movement hidden behind his closed lashes. Sounds of his name slowly entering his somewhat disfunctional hearing—could that be you?

His eyes struggle to open themselves, hissing at the bright light as he was desperate to know of your condition.

Kuroo, his best friend since childhood and Hinata, best friend since high school.

Both had tired, exhausted faces; Uncharacteristically of them. Red eyes, tear stained cheeks, dark eye bags and messy outfits. Kuroo looked like he ran out of an important meeting and Hinata looked like he ran out after a game.

『"... name...? His hoarse voice managed to squeak. Eyes struggling to stay open. 』

Hinata let out a broken sob at the mention of your name, he bit his lip as he started crying again. He apologises over and over again. Kuroo had shushed Hinata as his eyes scanned Kenma's shaking lips.

『"K-kenma, kenma, oh god. I-I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry—"』

It seemed like he knew.

His gold eyes, eyes that you had complimented so many times, glossed over as a tear slips out before he shuts his eyes again.

Falling into a deep slumber.

Now there's no forever.

[gemini-sensei]

Poly!Boypussy!Binary Boyfriends x Girlcock!Reader

Shy!Chubby!Reader ○ NSFW with fluff Headcanons

A/N: Eli hasn't flipped the script yet, but this is older au! as is all the things I write but I hate having to say that because OFC IT IS. Plus all the characters I write for, their actors are of age; I'm the same age as Jacob who plays Hawk. What else do I need to say. That's my disclaimer or whatever.

Tumblr actually fucking hates me even tho I've been on this site for ten fucking years and never had an issue before, but I have to split this into two parts, so if I have to make a part two, I'm gonna make it fucking worth it. Expect that at some point, possibly soon if I don't lose my goddamn mind first.

✨️Binary boyfriends✨️ who first explored their own and each other's bodies before they realized they had feelings for each other. Demetri was on top when they scissored for the first time and Eli whimpered the whole time, even when he came. His legs were quivering as they laid in bed and didn't know what to do from there. Clueless boys; they eventually figured it all out.

It wasn't until later that they realized their feelings for one another and started dating. Secret kisses in the corridors and in dark corners. Their relationship is no secret, everyone knows, but Eli doesn't like a lot of PDA, but demetri does. Demetri wants everyone to know that he has a boyfriend. So they do small affections like holding hands and cheek kisses in public. (For Dem, it's not so much a showing off thing, either. It's a big middle finger to everyone who bullied him and said he'd never find love🖕Well he found it, motherfucker.)

They met their shy, cute n' chubby girlfriend at the arcade. She was with a group of her friends, her tickets in hand as they wandered around. She was in a cute oversized sweater, a skirt and cute maryjanes (sorry if that's not your style, I'm in a mood lol). They were accidentally staring the whole night, not meaning to follow her around either.

One of her friends noticed and got in their faces about it, super protective. Miguel and another one of her friends had to de-escalate the situation. Miguel and Sam had to explain that their friends are extremely awkward and probably didn't know how to approach her. (They were on a double date.)

Things calm down and Eli gets a word in that he likes her sweater. She blushes and compliments him back. Demetri's heart flutters at this simple little interaction and he knows immediately that it can work out between them. They start out as friends with her first though.

When they asked her to join their relationship, they couldn't hold it in anymore. It was only a few months after meeting her that they asked her and were so happy when she said yes. She was relieved because she liked them both and being in their relationship took some stress and anxiety off her shoulders.

The beginning of the relationship is sweet, filled with lots of dates, outings and nights in; watching movies, having picnics and going to the comic store. They find a table in the back of a café or a shady tree to sit under to enjoy themselves. They take turns kissing and making out with each other. Eli will quietly watch her and Demetri make out until they pull away and one of them pulls him in gently to press their lips to his.

It's takes a little while for sex to factor in. Demetri and Eli didn't want it to happen spontaneously and she be shocked by their boypussies. So they talked amongst themselves before sitting her down one day to tell her.

She feels nervous when they bring up sex because she knows they're expecting her to have a pussy. When she learns about their pussies, it makes her more anxious because they obviously like pussy. They can see it and think that she's nervous because she's not ready to have sex with them yet, so they begin to assure her that they're not trying to pressure her into it or anything like that. She doesn't have to be ready now or ever.

She tears up and tells them, "That's not it at all!" because she'd love to get intimate with them. She loves them after all.

They're reasonably confused but let her take her time to explain what she means. When she calms down and tells them about her girlcock, they're a little shocked, but not disappointed like she feared they'd be.

They don't have sex that night because it was too emotional for them all. It felt too raw to jump right into sex at that moment in time, so they waited.

When they do get intimate for the first time, it started in the living room after a movie. Demetri and Eli had already gotten a little handsy with each other and their girlfriend noticed throughout the movie. While the credits rolled, they were all making out with each other slowly and sensually, taking their time to ease into everything.

Usually Dem takes the lead, but Eli found his courage to slip his hand down his boyfriend's pants first. He started rubbing him over his panties (yes, boypussy!Demetri wears panties) and making him moan whilst making out with their girlfriend. Eventually Demetri has to pull away from her because it's too much teasing and all it is, is Eli cuddled up to his side rubbing his pussy lips.

He asks, needy and whiney, "D'you wanna go upstairs?"

When they get into the bedroom, the boyfriends notice that their girlfriend's skirt has a nice bulge in it - she's trying to hold down her skirt to hide herself, creating the bulge effect. Demetri assures her that it's okay, she doesn't have to be shy, all while palming her clothed cock.

Finally she lefts go of the fabric with a moan and it lifts, held up by her rock hard cock. She's so hard, her cock slipped out of her panties. The guys are so enchanted by her and love the sight of her skirt being held up by nothing but her dick.

They all eventually end up naked and they get to see her dick for the first time. She has a big fat cock to go with her curves, rolls and big fat tits. She's blushing and trying to hide, but her hands do nothing to hide the near monstrous cock she has. Eli worries if it'll fit...

Their first time together is a lot of asking who wants to do what and checking for comfort. A three way is new to all of them and with her and Eli being so shy and quiet, communication is key.

They decide on some things to try, starting with Demetri sucking her dick. He's tall and lanky, so she lays on the bed and he lays between her legs. He uses her thighs as pillows when he needs a lil break before he takes her in his mouth again. Eli is at the side, watching, waiting for his turn. He gets wetter when he sees her cock throb and twitch, whining because he wants it so bad. Knowing this, Dem stops and pulls away to lay Eli down and eat him out. He prepares them both so well.

Then she gets on top of Eli and pushes into him slowly, easing herself into him inch my inch. He's never felt so full in his life, which isn't saying a lot because hers is the first dick he's ever taken. When she's fully seated in him, her tits are in his face and he's getting used to her stretching him out. He whimpers the whole time and starts wiggling under her, ready for her to move. She takes things slow and steady, searching for a nice pace. She's so gentle with him and herself, but as she finds her pace and rhythm, she leans into him and smothers him with her tits.

Eli loves it and wraps his arms around her, grabbing onto her rolls. He doesn't know if she knows she's even doing it, but he doesn't care. He's getting a mouthful of soft, fat titty. Meanwhile, Demetri is watching, playing with his pussy while listening to the squelching sounds of Eli's pussy getting fucked by a thick girlcock.

Their girlfriend starts rutting into Eli when she gets close; her short, hard thrusts into him driving her toward her orgasm. She barely has time to warn him before she's blowing a fat load into his tight little pussy, whining. He comes at the same time and his voice raises a pitch as he cries out. She pours copious amounts of cum into him before pulling out, a nice stream of it leaking out of him and onto the bedsheets.

Demetri comes over and eats a nice creampie out of Eli's sensitive cunt. He's slurping and moaning as he's eating their mixed orgasm out of Eli and the whole time his boyfriend it whining and whimpering, clutching onto his hair tightly. He gets off to it, rubbing his clit until he comes.

When they're done, they turn to their flushed girlfriend. Her flaccid cock is laying on her thick thighs and she looks so pretty sitting there. They scramble to either side of her to cuddle up and kiss her. One kisses her passionately while the other kisses her neck, leaving hickeys in his wake.

[lele5429]

HELLO! Welcome to my blog!

I go by Lele 乐乐 (like the French article “le” said swiftly twice). I make fanart for stuff I like, and I only post fanart on Tumblr.

🌟 Happy to answer questions!!

Current fandom:

Linked Universe

Favourite song:

Cœur Volant (ft. ZAZ)

Things I like:

- tomato hotpot

- dogs (have two back home)

- nice art paper (at what cost???!?)

- relaxing music and movie/game soundtracks

Things I don’t like:

- driving

- not being able to recycle things properly

- poorly made and disposable products

Video games:

- BOTW: 650 + hours

- TOTK: 350+ hours

- ACNH: 550+ hours

Art background:

- I have always had anxiety for art because I grew up in an abusive and competitive education system. I feared making art for a large part of my childhood because I was afraid of not getting things right. I rekindled my love for art after moving to Canada.

- Did all three AP Art exams and almost got into BFA for textiles and printmaking, but decided to quit art school and study art history.

- My favourite things are ceramics, printmaking, illustration, textile art, and design.

- Will not draw or repost explicit/sexual content.

Things I am working on:

- meme edits for LU! So stress-relieving.

- occasionally doing major illustration projects for my favourite fic writers or exciting scenes in general.

- working on a LU fiction (first time writer!) ft. Legend and Ravio. The title will be Retired Assets. (Coming soon, R18 for thematic elements).

(- trying to survive life and get my degree.)