#on that note where's my hickey bitch

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                                                                                    CONTINUED               @galactia​   ↤   always accepting    ::   RANDOM / XMAS   ↩

Zhongli presents Kaeya with a gift, folded beneath a covering of fabric. It is a set of clothing, personally commissioned, sewn of the finest Liyuese materials. The shirt is sheer black, loose and elegant at the sleeves and tapered at the waist, soft and breathable. The coat to accompany it is white, dusted in inlayed golden designs that resemble fractals of ice and snow. The buttons are polished granite, flecked with gold, and the stitching that weaved its image together was black. With it is a cape, split to allow for it to drape over Kaeya's shoulders and leave his arms free, but its collars is close and around the shoulders and neck is fur enough to keep him warm, even in the winters of Mond.

With this fine suit, is a smaller box. Inside is a stone, no larger than a coin, smooth and gleaming. Its amber depths glitter such black and orange it nearly shines iridescent, and over its surface are expertly carved, in Liyue script, the symbols for protection, security, and safety. "You deserve fine things." Zhongli breathes, and as he presents this, a far smaller token, he adds, "And this, which I formed from a piece of Cor Lapis from the mountains of Guyun Stone forest, is something so you might remember my affections, even while apart."

 With steady fingers, the god led Kaeya's fingertips over the carved impressions, "This, is a promise of protection. While this, a blessing of safety. And the last, a seal of security."

KAEYA  you deserve fine things - none of which he can be compensated for. at least, not in the... proportionate sense.          funny how hard it can be not to feel cheap. a line up of confrontations with the fact of this: how harsh, how hollow, how acrid kaeya is. there isn’t much to gift to, or to respond with. not here, where anything more than honesty defeats the point.

another gift beyond his value; another instance of his fingers closing around something craved for what it means. even if expressed in only monetary terms, this states value. kaeya nearly bites through his lip as he lets himself take it. the bills are stacking up. he’s no lasting intention to pay.                             if zhongli intends for this to be a partnership                        he can be trusted to know what it takes—no? pre-empt the breaking point of generosity’s impulse meeting the brick wall of exhaustion. those millennia are supposed to be good for something. 

              a promise of protection

      a blessing of safety

a seal of security

ah... & they’ve moved on to matters of divine protection. kaeya’s eyes are glued to the colour of zhongli’s eyes - but safer, & less meaningful.

                    “bold words,” it is a low grumble. “have you not noticed,” t h i c k, voice of silk ripping across the gravel of emotion. he’d not intended to bare this today, but zhongli makes- zhongli... it’s not an opportunity to squander, no matter what. “how thoroughly you are writ into my being?”        not the right words. sure, get it wrong. why not. by now the truth has become so wrung out it is misshapen even when uttered into daylight. “i cannot forget. regardless how much i enjoy your reminders.”

          perhaps the emotion isn’t unworthy. ( i’m going to need this beyond its expiration date. ) it is TERROR.

ah, fuck. what it means to be loved by a god indeed- although kaeya remains hard-pressed to believe a mere god would forfeit so much of its time just by dint of its nature.     now, if they were to discuss individual nature...                      but this is his god, so it does not matter what the others are like. ( not until he needs them &, with the courage of the bitterly damned, will try the one thing that has worked. to likely less satisfactory results. but that’s what make-belief is for. )

            THE ONLY SECURITY I NEED YOU’VE ALREADY GIVEN ME — a promise carved into his own flesh. a day that won’t be forgot until he forgets himself.

the amber of zhongli’s eyes is of the stone that is slipped, delicately, into the pressure under his corset. under his blouse - tucked right below the sharp point of a cleavage’s v. it nudges into his breastbone like a stomach ache, & he smiles.

         “dress me in your colours,” it’s not that the gift isn’t appreciated, when laid firmly aside. no, he’s rather fond of being spoiled- “recognise me in your blood,” that chiselled jaw cupped by greedy fingers that card into his hair to grip it, “drown me in your scent.” the stroke of his cheek along the bare column of another’s warm throat. when he hums it is closer to a growl: 3 different kinds of excitement / all satisfaction.      his claws are always out, when embracing this one.                          everything pales in comparison to t h i s:

                 that this motherfucker is his.

[dark-and-kawaii]

You can pick who but I'm begging for more smut from you. Zevlor Rolan Haarlep Raphael whoever I just need it. Call me thirsty I don't care.

Shameless Smut

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Zevlor x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael xf!Tav/Reader - Rolan x f!Tav/Reader - Dammon x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I- I picked everyone and added Dammon because i'm horny and unhinged like that... AND BE THIRSTY WE LOVE A THIRSTY HOOMAN!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Haarlep Is The Best | Big Dick Zevy | Creampie | Dirty Talk | Breeding | Pregnancy | Choking | Tail Play | Public Sex | Lorroakan Is A Perv | Dammon Chokes You With His Tail | I Missed Stuff But Oh Well

Enjoy xoxo

Haarlep

“What would the city think, their precious little hero-“ Haarlep thrusted the rest of their cock inside you, “filled with an incubus’s seed.” They continue to ravish your cunt, stretching and filling you so well, you could only pant as you clenched the sheets.

“How would they react-“ Haarlep bent down, their teeth grazing against the back of your neck, their hand caressing your still flat tummy, “seeing their savior swollen with a demon’s child~” The incubus bit down gently, but enough to mark you, a dark red hickey blooming where their lips met your skin. You groaned, tightening up on their cock, the thought of bearing an incubus’s child, bearing a demon child, was strangely arousing.

Haarlep growled at the feeling of you squeezing down on them, and continued pounding into you, their hand tangling in your hair to press your face against the mattress, your ass high in the air. You let out a muffled moan as Haarlep ravished you, the head of their cock hitting that spongy spot inside you every time, and their tail rubbing your clit with a speed and skill that rivaled your own hand. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and coil, your moans turning into desperate mewls.

“s’too- too much! I-I can’t- AH~!!”

Haarlep’s hand wraps around your throat as they slam into your sopping pussy, the bed creaking, “So pretty with my hand around your delicate little neck-“ headboard slamming into the wall and you just have to hang onto the sheets like your life depends on it.

"Do I scare you?" The incubus purred, letting the hand squishing your neck tighten around it, "Do I terrify you? You know what I am and what I can do." Their voice was low and their breathing harsh.

Haarlep’s breathing picked back up when you nodded- their hip knocking against you painfully when your hand came up and sealed around their wrist, pressing down. Wanting them to do it, to press harder, to push you around more and more, shamed in how good the feel of their hand squeezing your throat made you feel."Y-Yes! Y-you- nngh- a-ah~!” you gasped, "B-but you- f’m-make me f-feel- n-nngh- s’good- AH~!"

You were a mess beneath them, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat, the feeling of them filling you up making you see stars, “gu-gunna fill m-me~” you babbled, eyes rolling back. Haarlep chuckled darkly, their thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Pump you full- fill your womb with my seed- fill you till you're leaking-" Haarlep grinned against your flesh, "-until the hero’s stomach swells with my child- I'll make you a mother, a breeder for my little demons." They mutter, the tip of their tail flicking your clit just right, your thighs trembling and your vision whiting out.

"F-Fuck! Haarlep~!!" Your orgasm slammed into you, making you scream.

“Good! Cum- cum with me, little mortal-!"

"S'gonna- I-I-!! G-Gods, please!~" You sobbed your body going numb. Haarlep always teeters on losing themself at this part, always brought back though to reality by your nails digging into their wrist, and how sweetly you whimper their name.

"H-Haarlep~” you sob, wanting, needing their cum, "I-I want- I w-wanna b-be a m-mother, w-want you t-to f-fill me- g-give me a c-child~" You were crying now, the way your walls just clamp down around them, pulsing and gushing.

"I'll take such good care of you~" they coo, kissing your tears away as they paint your insides white. Their seed warm and thick, Haarlep pressed themself deeper inside you to push their cum even further. Their tip rubbing against your cervix, the incubus wanting to be sure their sperm finds a home in your womb.

Their goal to make sure the shape of their cock is imprinted into your gummy walls, wanting to ruin you for anyone else. 

Rolan

Rolan grabbed your arms, his face deepening in color as soon as his back hits the scroll shelf. He looked down at you, his lips parted in a slight snarl, his nostrils flaring, "Th-Thish is highly inappropriate-." He tries to protest, but you push forward, your lips meeting his. He stiffens for a moment before he relaxes- almost. Pushing you off of him, Rolan glares at you, his lips firm. "You're insufferable-." He groans, “You need to leave before Lorroakan retur-“.

You stare at the cut on his eyebrow, your eyes trailing to find the bruise on his cheek. The marks his mentor left behind… Your eyes darkened, and you press up against him, your chest rubbing against his.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're alright." You hiss, your eyes softening when you find his stare, your lips pursed, “besides~” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, tracing over his heart, before finding his neck, then his chin. You lean in, gently pulling him forward. His breath hitching. "I want him to catch us~” You glide your nail against his throat, causing Rolan to swallow thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flutter close and he sighs.

"You are… insufferable," he says, his voice a mere whisper. Your lips curl into a smirk as you pull him in for a kiss, pressing your body closer.

“Want him~” you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, nipping him gently, "to catch me~" you whisper, his breath deepening, before his hands find their way around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt, “to watch me take you~".

Rolan inhales sharply, his lips parting just enough for your tongue to slip through, the heat of his mouth causing your eyes to flutter closed. He groans, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue brushing against yours. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. His mouth following yours before you push him back again, “I want Lorroakan to hear my sweet Rolan’s moans~"

You tug up on his robe, "Want him to hear me cry your name~.” You bite your lip, “To watch you fill my dripping pussy with your delicious cum~" You glance up at Rolan, whose face is completely flushed, his lips parted, and eyes dark, “Wanna bruise his ego~”

"You are going to be the death of me," He spins the two of you, your back to the shelf now. His hips roll forward and you can feel the evidence of his arousal.

"I'll be your death." you whisper, pressing up against him.

Rolan groans, his lips ghosting against your neck, "And what a way to go," he mumbles, his breath hot. He kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse. He reaches his hand out, and grabs the shelf above you, knocking a scroll onto the ground, "Lorroakan is going to find us." He warns, “ The man knows everything that happens in this tower."

You moan as he bites your neck, his fingers digging into your skin before pushing you down to the ground. Rolan’s hand forcefully flips your dress up, bunching it at your hips, his other hand reaching to rub the wet spot of your panties, "So wet already."

He pulls down your undergarments, his hand slipping between your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles, his middle finger sliding into you, his index finger teasing the edge of your ass, "Such a degenerate," he purrs, his tail flicking behind him.

You moan, rocking your hips, feeling his fingers slide in and out, “Rolan~," you mewl, spreading your legs, your chest pressed into the wooden floor.

"Look at you, getting so wet, so loud." His fingers move faster, the lewd, wet noises filling the tower. You moan, reaching a hand back, grasping his arm. Rolan grunts, "Do you want Lorroakan to find us? Hear me make you a sloppy mess?" He growls, adding another finger, "Do you want him to see how good you're taking my fingers? Hear the noises you make?"

You nod, "Yes!" you mewl, "P-please~, rut into me, Rolan~."

He scoffs, his fingers leaving you, the wetness trickling down your thighs. You feel his cock slide between your slick folds, a low groan leaving his throat, "Such a needy thing," he mumbles, his lips trailing soft kisses along your back, "My needy thing." he growls, his hands wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling around your leg.

He pushes in, a small groan leaving his throat, his hips flush against your ass, his head pressed into your back, "So tight," he groans, his nails digging into your sides, "My beautiful girl."

He starts to move, pulling out until only the tip is left, and then roughly thrusting in. You gasp, pushing back against him, feeling his hips slap against your ass, "R-Rolan~" you moan, clawing the wood beneath you, "M-More~" you whine.

Rolan moves his hands to your breasts, groping and pinching throat the thin fabric of your dress, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, "How lewd of you, getting turned on by the thought of being caught." He teases while he rocks his hips, his tail tightening around your leg. He grunts, his thrusts growing erratic, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your breasts.

Rolan is too focused on you, his rough snaps causing scrolls to fall from the shelf beside you, but as you tilt your head you notice a pair of eyes staring at you, their cock in their hand.

You lock eyes with Lorroakan, who watches silently. The sight of him causes a chill to run up your spine, your back arching as Rolan pulls you up giving Looroakan a perfect view of his cock thrusting into you, your juices coating his cock making a mess on the floor. Rolan doesn't stop, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his pace unrelenting, his cock hitting all the right places.

"M' s'so close~," You whine, your eyes never leaving Lorroakan’s, "C-Cumming~" you mewl, closing your eyes. Your body tenses, and the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs twitching as Rolan keeps thrusting, your walls clenching around his cock. Rolan's hips stutter, his thrusts growing sloppy, and a low groan leaves his throat, "D-Damn," he grunts, his cum spilling out, the warmth causing a shudder to run through your body.

You hear Lorroakan groan, his own cum covering his hands. His eyes meet yours, and you bite your lip, your hand reaching behind your to pull Rolan's face to yours. "Kiss me~," and he obliges, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Again?" He chuckles, "Such a dirty girl."

You would keep at it until Lorroakan had to come pull you off Rolan…

Raphael

"Sweet little mouse." Raphael whispers, taking in how fucked out you are beneath him, wheezing out how good he feels. 

"Do you like being pinned down like this, hm?" it's an almost teasing lilt. You think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

You nod your head, whimpering. The motion is a pathetic, weak jerk. A few strands of hair fall across your forehead. He takes note of how flushed your cheeks are, how glossy your eyes look.

The sight makes him groan. You feel so good, clenching and spasming around him with each thrust, making him throb and swell.

He has you trapped, completely. Raphael has broken you to the point where all you can do is take his cock, whimpering and crying as he drives it deeper into you, stretching your insides so that they fit his shape and no one else's ever again. Eradicating the memories of those who had been with you prior.

You think to yourself, there’s nothing more delicious than being pressed, pinned down onto his bed, bred like livestock, and barely able to suck in a shaky breath of air between each rough thrust.

The feeling of his cock plunging deep inside, filling you up, stretching you, is addicting. You don't know how many times he’s made you cum, only that it doesn't seem to stop. Unable to focus on anything else besides the cock splitting you open and the pleasure wracking through your body.

"M-more~!!" you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. It’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass. 

The cambion more than willing to provide. He’ll keep you forever, a beautiful ornament for his bed, his own personal toy to fuck whenever he desires, a perfect suitor to give him children, an army of his own blood, a pretty little thing to keep by his side. 

Zevlor

“Mm~ Zevlor-” warm hands made their way up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of your underwear being pulled to the side. The cool air nipped at your hot skin. 

"I- I missed you so much, Zevy.”

The tiefling let out a soft hum, "I’ve been quite busy, haven’t I?" his tail brushed against your folds, and your breath hitched.

He chuckled and pressed his thumb on your clit. He began rubbing it in circles and you mewled in delight.

"I apologize," he whispered in your ear.

His lips trailed hot kisses down your arm, his hands wondering over your entire body, pausing at your swollen belly and looking up at you.

You met his gaze with half lidded eyes and smiled, caressing his cheek. His eyes softened and a smile grew on his lips as he continued kissing lower and lower. Situating himself in between your thighs, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, as he buried his face in your pussy.

The heat of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine and a groan escaped your lips. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed his horns.

"Z-Zev~" his thick fingers held your cunt lip apart, his tongue making small circles around your clit before a finger probed at your dripping hole.

"S's~ hahhh~" Zevlor curled his fingers, feeling for the spongy spot that made you arch your back for him, careful not to scape your insides with his nails. Your hips bucked into his face but his other arm held you down and prevented you from moving, “I~ please~ please~! Zevlor! I-“ You blushed, holding your swollen belly, “N-need you~”

Zevlor pulled away from you and you whined at the loss. He looked at you and licked his lips. His horns glistened from the sweat on your hands, his lips and chin shiny from your juices.

He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally, his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, tasting yourself on him, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, your tongues dancing. His hand finding the swoll of your stomach where his child grows…

His child.

Zevlor still can’t get over it. The thought of it turns him on and he can feel his own cheek flush with embarrassment. He constantly thinks about how he filled you up so full of his cum it had gotten you pregnant, the sounds of you begging him to impregnate you still lingering. You were so beautiful like this, so plump and soft. He’d never admit it, but if he could, he’d put another child in you this second. 

“Fu~ S’so tigh-tight~~” you squirmed beneath him as he pushed into your sopping cunt. Despite bedding with him countless of times it was always such a stretch. Your toes curled and a long drawn out moan escaped your lips as your hole greedily took in his thick girth.

He let out a guttural groan as he felt your velvety walls envelop him. It had been a few days since the last time you two had sex and your insides hugged him so tightly, so nicely.

He slowly thrusted his hips, relishing in the wet heat of your cunt.

Dammon

"D-Dammon! I-I'm so sorry! I‘ll be a good girl, I swear!" Lying in the hay you struggle against the rope wrung around your wrists, but Dammon easily presses his foot over the both of your bound arms, forcing you to stay still. He kneels down beside you, his lip lower down to your ear, nose inhaling your scent as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "Keep count.”

You take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact. The first strike of his hand comes down hard, stinging the delicate flesh of your exposed bottom. A small yelp leaves your mouth and you instinctively move forward, “Ah~ O-One! Another strike and you cry out louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes, "fu’-Two!"

The next six strikes come in quickly, and by the end of it your tears and mascara paint your face, your lip tint smeared from burying your face against rough hay inside the barn… Your ass marked with his handprints, and Dammon finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "So desperate from my cock that you couldn't even control yourself in front of her, could you?"

"Y-Yes-!."

It was true, you always grew envious when Karlach was around, desperate to show her that Dammon belonged to you.

He pulls you up so that you're resting on your knees, your face now level with his crotch. Dammon’s calloused hand grips your jaw tight, forcing his thumb past your lips.

"Are you going to be good for me," he says darkly, and you can't help the whimper that rises when his coarse thumb and nail presses down on your tongue, saliva pooling. He takes his thumb from your mouth with a pop. His hand fishing his cock out of his slacks, "Go on, wrap those pretty lips of yours around me." and you open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his cock.

Dammon's cock is impressive in size, thick and veiny with a bulbous head, and the sight of you kneeling before him, tied up, lips stained and eyes puffy from crying has him leaking pre cum.

Dammon's hand that had been gripping your jaw moved to grip a handful of your hair, his tail coiling around the base of your throat, choking you in a way that leaves you moaning around him.

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes welling up with tears as you look up at Dammon who looks back down at you, smirking, "Can't have you forgetting that you’re the only one that belongs to me."

Dammon thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat, "This is mine." He struggles to keep his eyes open, heavy, breathy moans escaping him as you take more of his length, bobbing your head as you twist and slide your tongue around and under his cock, tracing every vein and ridge. 

Each time you take him deeper and farther you ignore the tight pressure on your throat. You're his to use right now, and despite the pain, you'll be his good little throat hole. His hips twitch a little, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on. Dammon’s tail squeezes your throat, and your moans vibrate around his cock and appendage.

He groans, voice heavy and strained, "So obedient when my cock stretches your throat.” 

It isn’t long until he begins fucking your mouth, pulling out and pushing back in deep, a loud groan escaping him when your nose bumps against his pelvis. The sounds of you choking and gasping for air has him lost in the moment. He can feel the way your throat bulges against his tail every time he thrusts forward.

You gag, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears and mascara running down your face. And yet you look so beautiful like this. You take everything he gives, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you feel your mind begin to cloud.

“Going to fill your stomach with my cum, make sure you never forget what we have, princess." His words come out in a strained growl, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic.

You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Going t-to.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your neck and hair is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your gullet and forcing you to swallow every drop.

Dammon releases you, watching you slump down on the ground while cum and drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, his tail wiping up some of the excess. He kneels down, pulling your limp form against him, holding you tightly against his chest as you take in large gulps of air.

"You are the only one for me, I promise." He swipes a stray hair from your face, “My one and only girl.”

You look up at him with a dazed expression, a smile on your lips as you rest your head on his shoulder. Dammon’s tail curling around you as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gentle purr emitting from his chest

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 2!

asmodeus, levi and barbatos ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor, solomon)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: some small nsfw on asmo's part :p

small note: thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! i never expected such a large majority of people to enjoy my content so it's very dear to me. once again, thank you!

☆ asmodeus:

- kinda bad at cooking. his way of slicing and dicing vegetables is very mediocre if not clumsy looking. there are days where his cooking is acceptable and days where it's to seasoned or too bland (always convinces himself its good tho and posts it on his devilgram)

- though he's kinda bad at cooking, his baking skills are okay! his favorite pastry to make are cookies because he can design them the most.

- "ofcourse mc! you'll always be the first one to try my desserts! unless you want to taste something else?~ ♡"

- he has a collection of sanrios, hironos and sonny angels in his room. ESPECIALLY sonny angels. crazy thing is he always gets them for free from his fans and its always the limited edition ones

- he really enjoys watching old movies from the human world especially the romcoms. mean girls, notting hill, pitch perfect. he will pester you to rewatch it with him even though you guys have seen it multiple times already.

- he keeps a small jewelry box in his room but instead of jewelry its full of pics of you and him and the gifts you give him. theres some pics in there where the other brothers were cut or crossed out so it'll be just you and him lmfao

- he is a yandere and i stand by this. it's not as obvious but if he's really into you he'll constantly mark you with his scent and the stuff he wears. he'll leave a hickey or a bite mark if you're lucky ;)

- the type of guy to only bring a purse to school. if you ask for a pencil the bitch is gonna open his bag and say "oopsie! i only brought my makeup pouch and mirror today. sorry babe!"

- has his own private concert in showers every goddamn day

- he'll either fangirl with you about celebrities or he'll get extremely jealous because you're simping for someone else.

☆ levi:

- sometimes his ass crack will be on display when he's sitting down on the floor

- wears booty shorts religiously. sometimes he'll casually just walk out his room wearing a hoodie and booty shorts with prints on it

- has a tumblr account where he posts a bunch of hc, drabbles and other shit and until now no one knows its him

- had an amino and discord phase where he always roleplayed with other people. till this day it haunts him at night

- he livestreams twice a week on twitch and has been scolded by lucifer on stream once. there was also a time where mammon barged in his room half naked and suddenly all the views went up 10x

- trolls on roblox like it's a 9 to 5 job

- every once in a while he'll stay in lucifers room while lucifer is doing paperwork. he'll just lay down on his bed, watch and play games and even fall asleep

- makes his own persona in every fandom he gets into and writes very detailed backstories (dw levi, same)

- only reads "x reader" fics for obvious reasons

- went insane because human world games and animes are better than the ones in devildom. dont get me started about aot. (his favorite is levi ackerman obvi)

☆ barbatos:

- wishes he could get piercings but since he's the demon prince's butler he obviously can't

- started tweakin when you said some humans keep rats and bugs as pets. like he stopped polishing some plates and looked at you like you just dog shitted diavolo's name

- really enjoys your spotify playlist filled with metalhead and grunge songs. he really likes slipknot

- likes to order those cute, fancy tea sets when he has the time. when you gifted him tea leaves and a limited edition teapot set his love for you sky rocketed.

- gets annoyed when solomon manspreads

- has a really good voice when he sings. he used to sing diavolo lullabies when his father would get angry at him

- scrolls through levi and mammon's post for educational purposes cuz he wants to learn slangs just incase diavolo asks him what a specific word means

- "barbatos, what does 'runnin from da opps' mean?"

- "my lord, 'runnin from da opps' is a slang made by the new generation. it means fleeing from your haters."

- loves to tailor and iron his bed sheets so he can have a peaceful rest after a long day of non stop errands.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

This Didn't Happen

Notes: Just a silly thing; prompts 7 & 15 taken from this Morning After prompt list.

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Sexual implications; behavior expected of our fave billionaire stinky bastard man

Summary: Had you gone to the conference planning to sleep with Nathan Bateman? No.

Had you? Yes.

Were you regretting it? Absolutely.

"Stop smiling at me."

"I'm not smiling."

"Yes you are."

"How do you know? You're not even looking at me."

"I don't need to look at you, I can feel it from here." You tried to smooth your rumpled clothing before drawing in a deep breath to steady yourself, gathering your thoughts.

Had you gone to the conference planning to sleep with Nathan Bateman? No.

Had you? Yes.

Were you regretting it? Absolutely.

The sex had been (insanely, mind-bogglingly) good. You were still sensitive, still buzzing from your orgasm as you tried to plan a graceful exit. It was proving difficult, given the circumstances—but there was no smooth way to dip out of a one night stand. Almost all of the conference attendees were staying at the same hotel as you were. What if you ran into someone that you knew in the hallway? Your wrinkled clothes would give you away immediately.

You gathered your courage before you forced yourself to turn and look at him.

Nathan was smiling—lounging in the bed with a satisfied smirk as he put his glasses back on and fixed you with a knowing gaze. You wanted to slap the look off of his face, but some part of you was certain that he would enjoy it. Not only was he smiling, but he looked criminally gorgeous. His cheeks were still slightly flushed from exertion; his forehead was still dotted with sweat; you were trying to ignore the few streaks of irritated skin where your nails had dug into his shoulder.

"We're not gonna cuddle?" He teased, brows waggling. You scoffed, turning away and beginning to hunt around his hotel room for your shoes.

"Listen, Bateman—"

"You have my attention."

"Good, 'cause I'm really gonna need you to focus up right now." You faced him again, planting your hands on your hips and forcing a stern set to your brow. "This didn't happen. Got it?"

"Didn't it?"

"No."

Nathan blinked at you a couple of times, lips curling into a teasing smile as he glanced toward to marks on his shoulder.

"Huh. Then I wonder where these came from."

"The mystery may never be solved." Son of a bitch, where are you goddamn shoes—

"So if anyone asks what we got up to this evening—?"

"Make something up," You snapped.

"What's your alibi?"

"I'll figure it out when I get back to my room."

"What if you run into someone in the elevator and they ask?"

"I'll make something up."

"You oughta brainstorm now. You don't improvise well."

"Thanks for the tip."

"They're under the desk."

"What?"

"Your shoes."

You went still, slowly glancing in that direction, and wincing when you spotted them. How the hell did they get under there?

"You kicked them off," Nathan added. "Almost broke your neck. Remember?"

You ignored the goad, picking them up and hurriedly pulling them on before heading for the door. You heard the rustle of sheets as Nathan pushed them off of his lap and stood.

"Hey," He called out.

"What?"

"You sure this never happened?"

"Positive."

You reached for the doorknob, freezing as Nathan crowded up against your back. You shivered at the feeling of his body pressing against yours, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"I hope it doesn't happen again sometime," He murmured. You began to turn to look back at him, only to spot yourself in a small mirror by the door. Your eyes narrowed as you spotted a mark blooming on your neck, and you couldn't stop yourself from whirling around to look at him.

"Did you really have to leave a giant hickey on my neck?!"

Nathan smirked, gaze sweeping over your face before he tipped his head to the side, getting a better look at the hickey.

"What makes you think I did that?"

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[lowkeyremi]

such a random thought but like...

U college!eren and his friends are playing truth or dare (cuz everything happens during truth or dare) and some bitch is jealous bc eren is feeling you and not her. So she's like "I dare you to have sex w someone rn" cuz last time u said truth and they asked u who ur best fuck was and u said no one cuz like u never got past making out

and u start stressing tf OUT cuz aint no way u fucking anyone there. but eren's goofy ass is like "come on let's go fuck" and ur just wide eyed staring at that mf cuz huh???

said bitch is getting mad like "cmon eren someone else should do it, u dont have to pity her"

bro's like "i want to" so he drags u away to his place n is like "we dont gotta fuck, i was just helping u out. wanna fill condoms w lotion?"

uhhhhh "why?"

"proof, armin aint gon believe us if i just give em my word." so u n eren spend the next hour making it look like yall fucked. im talking messed up his sheets, filled condoms, three for good measure. you did end up making out w him cuz like you need realistic hickeys, make up aint gon cut it also he's hot who wouldn't wanna kiss him

he wet his hair to make it look like he showered and changed his clothes.

"take off ur bra"

"what the hell, no"

"it'll be more believable if u "accidentally" left ur bra at my place cuz my dick is so good"

"ur full of shit, u just wanna keep it"

"can i?"

"its one of my cute ones so i'll come back for it, turn around so i can take it off" he turns around, he can hear u shifting around so he takes a lil peek only to see ur back he's lowkey upset cuz he wanted to get a look at those tiddies

eren brings u back to where t or d is going on, n honestly the bitch is mad that eren "fucked" u

yall just acted like it was normal and nothing happened. when u were getting ready to leave armin pulled u aside and said, "ik u guys didnt fuck but ill keep ur little secret."

"how'd u know??" did eren say something

"if u actually had sex w him im sure u wouldn't have come back, eren tends to leave people fucked out."

"why do u know that?"

"threesomes are a thing" he smirks

"i'll keep ur secret if u n eren promise me a threesome, i wouldn't wanna pass up on someone as pretty as you."

you gush a lil bit, "maybe, i wont fuck unless im comfortable."

remi's note: i wanna write this but i also dont lmaooo, this been on my mind for a little bit. dead ass how fun would it be to make evidence w eren, i feel like you'd be helping mess up the sheets and he'd throw a pillow at u and its not soft either he full on fucking body slammed u with a pillow

[sweetiecakesss]

Dead Girl Walking | Choso K.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Synopsis: What better way to relieve stress by sneaking into your friend's house and have sex.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Tags: Sneaking, Tired! Choso, Afab reader, squirting, manhandling, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating and usage of drugs.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Note: Imagine writing your first fic for a blog then it turns out shitty :( am not proud of this one and yes this was inspired from 'HEATHER's' Dead girl walking. NOT PROOFREAD.

Leaning back on your car seat, you let out a deep sigh as you held onto the cold vegetable pack, keeping it on your face as you tried to ease the pain on it.

"Fuck my life…" Was all you could let out as you closed your eyes. Getting beaten up wasn't a part of your agenda today.

You were just gonna get drunk and high at a club, fuck and enjoy your night but no. Life wasn't easy nor is it forgiving.

After taking a few drinks and a small snort of the white stuff, you were immediately pulled outside of the club by a bunch of chicks, accusing you of sleeping with a man who you can't even remember the name of (in your defense you didn't know he had a girlfriend). Of course, you tried to fight back but what are the chances of you winning a fight against 6 angry bitches? You aren't batman.

Sighing to yourself, you got out of your car, throwing the vegetable pack inside it before locking it, then headed towards a fence, Choso's fence to be exact.

You and Choso have been friends for god knows how long, and he came to know that during this nights where you feel like shit, you would sneak up to his room instead of knocking and sneak in like a burglar. You quietly sneaked towards Choso's bed.

"Y/N…?" He let out groggily as he slowly sat up, turning on his bed side lamp. You looked at him surprised and tight-lipped as you bask on in his presence. His hair was down and a little bit messy, dark circles under his eyes were prominent due to his lack of his sleep. Ironically enough, you find that part of him very attractive and charming.

"Need to fuck…" You let out, He stared at you before he raised his brows at you.

"Bad day?" He asked.

"More like Shitty day" You retorted.

"I could tell…" He replied. You looked at him as you rolled your eyes before you started to remove your clothes.

"Shut up and just strip" You let out in frustration as you then walked towards him, immediately cupping his cheeks with both your hands as you kissed him. Both your lips against one another, his hands moving to hold onto your hips and down to your ass cheeks, gripping on them and spreading them apart before landing a harsh smack, eliciting a whimper from you.

Choso, pulled you down onto the bed as he laid down. You on top of him, hips moving as you tried your best to relieve the ache you were feeling in between your legs, warm liquid messily coating his boxers on the groin area.

"Fuck…you're wet…" Choso let out in between the kiss as he then flipped your positions with him on top of you, his hands moving to roam all over your body, hard and burly hands squeezing onto your breasts, one hand moving as he made you wrap your legs around him, hips instantly moving and grinding against yours.

"Choso…" You called out in between the kiss, as he pulled away, he looked at you briefly before moving to pepper your neck with kisses. Your hands instantly moved and ran your fingers on his hair before gripping on it. Moans, escaped your lips as his kisses started to move from your neck, down to your collar bone and finally, your mounds. His tongue swirling and playing with the little nub, your grip on his hair tightening, back arching as you feel the pleasure all over your body, pussy throbbing as you craved more of Choso's touch.

"Y/N…" Choso called out to you, snapping you out of your pleasure. In a daze, you looked up at him, your face flushed and sweaty. His gaze looked down at you, eyes scanning your features then your body that was once clean, now covered in hickeys that he made. His gaze only worsen the case your body was in right now, you lifted your hips as you moved and grinded yourself on him on your own.

"Need you, please…" You begged, he looked at you, eyes narrowed and glaring as his hand then slither up to your neck, grabbing on it tightly.

"You look pretty this way." He let out in a soft growl as he then swiftly pulled down his shorts, aligning his tip at your entrance. YOur chest rose up and down as you breathed heavily, painfully waiting for him.

"Am I not already pretty enough…?" You let out a question in between choked breaths, Choso looked at you, giving you a sweet smile before his hips snapped and thrusted in you without warning. Your mouth forming an 'O' as your eyes nearly rolled at the back of your head, your pussy throbbing and feeling full as you took your sweet time to feel every part of Choso's cock inside you. God, you love his cock and the way it makes you feel.

"You're already pretty, I just like you like this" He started as his hips slowly moved in and out, his lips finding it's way to yours as he gave you a small peck. "All full and slutty, look like a whore" He added as he pulled away from you to look at your face before his pace fastened, hips snapping, his hands around your neck grew tighter, your eyes rolling at the back of your head.

"Ffuuckk!-- Choso…Wait!" You moaned, your small hands moving to grab him by his wrist, despite your small pleas, he didn't stop as he continued to fuck you. Cock head hitting your cervix with each thrust, his free hand finding its way down to your body as his thumb moved and teased the little bud on your pussy.

"Choso..! Wait…! s-stop!…" You let out, your hand flailing as you grabbed onto him, your nails digging onto the skin of his bicep.

"You can do it f'me. Fuck, pussy so good…" He let out in a growl as he continued his movements, tears started to fall down your cheeks as your body shaked under him. Choso gave you a fucked out grin as he removed his hand from your neck, leaning down as he then started to suck on your nipples, licking and twirling his tongue around the bud of muscle.

"g'nna c-cum!…" You let out, your hips moving as you tried to meet his thrusts. Choso could only hum a reply before he then let go of your tits, his hands moving to grip onto your legs before pressing them against your chest, fucking you deep.

You could only let out cries of pleasure as Choso would look at you with a small fucked out smirk, his cheeks red. As Choso continued to thrust in you, you felt your body shake, with one final thrust, Choso emptied his seed in you, painting your walls white. Your entire body started to shake under him as your eyes rolled at the back of your head.

Both you and choso, let out baited breaths as both of your tried to relieve air. Choso slowly lets go of you, letting your legs rest down besides his body.

"Holy shit…" Choso let out, confused and tired, you decided to force yourself up and looked at him confused.

"What…?" You tiredly asked him. Choso looked at you and smiled smuggly.

"It felt so good that we didn't even notice, but you just squirted…" Choso let out as he leaned forward giving you a kiss, all you could do was groan as Choso chuckled. His hips moving again but this time in a slow pace, earning a whimper from you and only to be dismissed by Choso himself.

You wanted this and he'll be sure to give it to you.

©SWEETIECAKESSS 2024: All works posted are original. Plagiarism and/or modifications are banned.

[pshenyasstuff]

Headcanons for sub Valentino

Notes: I do not claim the canonicity of my words, these are solely my thoughts “what if..”. Valentino's personality makes it hard to imagine him as a sub, so I decided to give it a try.

Firstly, obviously, if you are weaker than him, lower than him in the hierarchy of hell, then he is unlikely to even try. He? Submit to some scum? Never;

But if you are also an overlord or simply a stronger demon than him, this is a different matter. He rarely gets rebuffed, so it is something unusual for him when someone is equal in strength to him or even stronger than him (except for Vox);

Just push him against the wall with his legs over your hips when no one is looking, and something will click in him;

He's such a brat, I swear. Constantly swears during sex, pointing out your mistakes. He does this on purpose so that he can be fucked harder. He just doesn't know how to work his tongue in a non-sexual way, like, dude, you can just ask;

In any case, you can easily shut him up if you do what he is trying so hard for. Just fuck him, knock all thoughts and curses out of his head, make him think only about this moment;

Have you heard his moth noises when he's angry? I think it works the other way too, when he feels as good as possible. On top of that, it's already loud, so unless you're alone, everyone knows what you're doing;

It's better to press his head to the pillow, face down, if you don't like bites or hickeys, because this bitch bites 99% of the time, and it hurts quite a bit. He doesn't care if you hurt, he just needs something to shut his mouth other than a kiss;

Speaking of kisses. He's so good, but sometimes you feel like you'll suffocate if you don't stop in time, because this whore's long tongue seems to be deliberately going right into your throat;

If we talk about his sensitive spots, then these are definitely his wings and his fluff. It’s so good to run your hands into his soft fluff or touch the place where his wings grow from. He immediately becomes more obedient, because all this is quite fragile, so use these methods more often;

And also this strange piercing of his nipples. It's sexy, actually. I think his tits are a little sensitive because of it;

Should I talk about the role play fetish? This dude has so many outfits, so don't be surprised if he's dressed differently every time you have sex. One day you are a policeman and a criminal with him, and the next a maid and a butler. Do not ask. Every time it's something different;

It is difficult to surprise him with something new. He owns the porn industry, I mean. So he's seen a lot. Too much. Accordingly, he has many fetishes;

Sado-masochist and bdsm lover. Change my mind. A common practice would be to beat him with a whip. Or handcuffs on both pairs of his hands;

To some extent, it is easily distracted by bright light in the dark, as moths usually do. It's as if his brain immediately turns off, so it's much easier for him to fuck;

If his hands are free, it is vital for him to grab onto something. In most cases, this is your waist, hips, tits... In general, you;

Maybe he will dance a striptease for you. Who knows;

Sex with him takes quite a long time, because he is quite hardy. It's rare that you're limited to two rounds;

Definitely good at sucking cock or eating pussy. Just watch out for his teeth;

It's strange for him if you treat him tenderly. He doesn’t like it, he will immediately leave or start acting up. "What the fuck? Do I look like I'm into all this romantic bullshit, babe?"

After sex, if you don’t leave, he falls asleep on your chest and hugs you with all his arms. The only moment when he behaves calmly. True, in the morning you will most likely be pushed to the floor, because, let’s say, the moment of tenderness has passed.

I hope it's not too much. Sorry if there are any typos or anything here. Love you, guys <3

[whatwouldsylwrite]

At least I got you in my head (6)

(5)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

Notes: Abby is stupid, but she finally says goodbye to Aslan and leaves Narnia! Let's say a big thank you to Ellie for being the bestest friend ever. You're just chilling with Vi, this chapter is mostly Abby-centric because oh boy she overthinks. Four-eyed girl/blonde bitch is Kara Danvers.

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Abby had a problem.

It’s been two weeks since you brought that blonde four-eyed girl home, and Abby had a problem.

Because you brought another girl again a week ago, and it didn’t make Abby feel any better.

In fact, she only got angrier and felt even more disgust than before. And it was bothering her, because you yourself weren't disgusting at all, the best roommate and a good friend, and she loved spending time with you as always, but there was one thing that made her uneasy.

The gay thing. The thing where you had sex with girls. Abby was absolutely fine with you at any other moment, but when she saw that blonde bitch kissing you goodbye she almost puked.

So Abby came to the most logical conclusion: she was homophobic. This revelation made her heart stop as she became more afraid of herself - she'd never say she was a homophobe, her best friend was a lesbian, it just didn't make sense! But Abby never heard Ellie have sex and never saw her hookups after, so she just didn't have a trigger to figure out how much gay was too much for her. She could listen to Ellie talking about her new girl no problem, but that was probably it. And they never lived together, so Abby couldn't say if she'd be okay if Ellie would bring girls over, so.

Abby was deeply ashamed of herself, but she had to admit it.

She wasn't okay with the fact that you were a lesbian.

To make things worse, Abby remembered how you told her you were a lesbian to make sure she was okay living with you, and she said yes, and how sad it made her that you had to clarify it right away because you probably had your fair share of homophobia in your life, and now Abby was not okay with it.

Fuck, she was like those shitty parents who said that they accepted their children as they were, but then pulled "keep it to yourself" on them. That was literally how Abby felt, because she wished you could go back to "normal" where she didn't know anything about your sex life.

When you didn't have a sex life.

"Did you finish your paper?" You asked on Tuesday morning as you brewed coffee for her, sleepy and tired, your hair a mess.

How could she live with herself now?

"Yeah." Abby said shortly, not looking at you, too ashamed.

"That's amazing." You yawned and put the plate with breakfast in front of her. "You'll have to wait for coffee, sorry."

Abby wanted to cry. You were so nice to her and she was a horrible fucking person who hated the fact that you were gay.

"It's okay."

"Are you feeling okay? You seem a little bit down." You looked sympathetic and worried, and it really hurt.

Abby chuckled, trying to act normal, but when she lifted her eyes the first thing she saw was a hickey on your collarbone and her stomach twisted in disgust.

"Just tired. Can't wait for the break." So she could go home and not see you. (So she could go home and miss you crazy)

"Are you going back home?"

"Yeah, all the way to Seattle. You?"

"I'll probably stay here. Or if Cait would have to go home, I'll go with her to keep her sane."

"Does her family celebrate Thanksgiving?"

"Not really, but social events are social events and if they need to show her off, they will."

"Tough."

"Are you sure you're okay? You can talk to me." You asked again, still worried and clearly not buying Abby's excuses.

Abby shook her head and smiled, knowing you'd read right through her.

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't worry your pretty head."

Besides, what would she tell you? That she despised your sexuality? That she wished you were straight? That she needed you to stop having sex and promise her you'd never get a girlfriend because it didn't align with her traditional beliefs? Yeah, what a great conversation it would be.

The lessons with Vi were very productive: you were sure she'd get an A on her test with how much progress she made in these few weeks. She tended to forget some things, but she was able to logic her way out of questions that she didn't remember the right answer to, and you felt confident in her abilities.

The sex was amazing too. Vi was really chill about a lot of things, very flexible and actually enjoyed it when you topped, which didn't happen often with girls you usually hooked up with. She was very sweet and so down to earth you started trusting her without even noticing it. You started having deep conversations after sex, sharing your secrets and problems, and you adored Vi.

"In a friendly way." You specified when you told her how much you appreciated her.

"I remember, don't worry." Vi laughed and stroked her bare thigh. "I'm not emotionally available either."

"Really? Spill." You got excited, happy to not be alone in the losers' boat.

"Only if you do too."

"Oh, no problem." You laughed. "I'm the worst gay stereotype. She is straight and I'm hopeless."

Vi's hand stopped on your thigh and she looked at you like you were insane.

"Are you stupid?"

"I am." You laughed and nuzzled on her shoulder. "My best friend thinks she is in the closet, but it doesn't really help, you know?"

"Yeah." Vi sighed and looked at the ceiling, contemplating your words, as her other arm pulled you closer. "I'm genuinely sorry, (y/n)."

"Yeah, me too." You took a pause, looking at the ceiling as well, still a little high after your last orgasm, but sadness was creeping out on you when you thought about Abby. "What about you?"

"I-uh. We share a class together, but I've never talked to her. She is very smart, like. Genius level."

"And I'm stupid?" You said, playfully offended. "Be brave, talk to her. Which class do you share?"

"The class I'm failing and you're tutoring me in. Not the great first impression. Plus, you know, what if I'm in love with a fantasy in my head? I don't know her."

"Go and talk to her, I swear to god. I can do it for you, if you want." You shrugged, not seeing any barriers in this situation. You were 100% hopeless, but Vi could still get her girl.

"It's pointless. She'd never give a chance to someone like me, we're from different worlds. Oil and water." Vi said, sad and given up, and you felt angry on her behalf: what was so special about this girl that Vi didn't even want to try?

"What do you mean?"

"She is rich. And I'm an orphan who can barely pay rent and have a baby sister to support."

"If it's a problem for her, she is an asshole and doesn't deserve you anyway." You huffed. "But yeah, I know what you're saying. Privilege is something you can't really ignore."

Vi hummed and you kissed her shoulder just to show you were there for her. You knew what Vi was talking about firsthand: Caitlyn really had to learn a lot when you became friends, since you had to financially support yourself the whole time and couldn't afford hanging out in places Cait used to hang out. She was confused when her expensive gifts offended you and she looked so terrified when you brought her to eat street food and there were no textile napkins. It was hilarious but it was also a harsh reminder of what privilege looked like.

Now she was way down to earth and ate pizza with her hands while sitting on the ground, changed her whole friend circle and yeah, she was still wearing a lot of expensive things, but she knew her privilege and never looked down at anyone, almost embarrassed she had it better. Which was a good look on her, honestly - she wasn't responsible for her family's wealth, but she was still responsible for herself and you felt comforted knowing she held herself accountable. Caitlyn was good, and you hoped Vi's girl would be even better to her.

Or you'd have to hunt her down and kill her, because Vi was precious.

On Thursday you had your usual cuddle time and Abby never felt more guilty in her life as she once again held you in her arms and enjoyed it. She couldn't keep her hands off you no matter how hard she tried, and she didn't want to distance herself from you and make you feel guilty - she knew you would since you always confirmed if Abby was okay with being touched. It didn't seem fair to still cuddle you and bask in your warmth and softness when she had this nasty feeling inside her. If before that she felt like she was using you because she was touch-starved, now not only she was using you because she was touch-starved, she actually had the audacity to be disgusted when she thought where your hands might have been.

Where your mouth might have been.

Abby noticed she was looking at your mouth a lot, and she was mad at herself because instead of trying to block those awful thoughts and avoid possible triggers she only instigated them by looking at your mouth for no reason at all.

Abby was slowly going insane and she really needed to discuss it with someone who wouldn’t judge her, because it wasn’t her proudest moment. She felt like the worst person in the world for being the way she was, but she just couldn’t get over herself. So instead of going home on Friday night Abby went over to Ellie’s place.

She was afraid to bring this up with Ellie too, because if she was homophobic it meant Ellie was under fire too and Abby wanted to cry from how bad she felt. They have been friends since they were children and Abby was the first person Ellie came out to and now Abby felt like she might ruin something between them and betray Ellie's trust.

Ellie noticed something was up with her and Abby already saw her stubborn frown that meant she wouldn't get away without talking to her.

"What's up with you? You look like a kicked puppy." Ellie took a swig of her beer as she observed Abby, trying to read her non-verbals.

"I've discovered something about myself I'm not really proud of." Abby admitted and Ellie nodded knowingly as if she already knew what Abby was going to say. Fuck, was she micro-homophobic to Ellie before? Was it something noticeable? Did she hurt Ellie? "I'm a homophobe."

The knowing look on Ellie's face changed to shock as her eyes grew in size and her mouth fell open.

"You're what." Ellie asked carefully as if Abby was an angry animal who needed to be calmed down.

"I'm sorry." Abby said immediately. "I know it sounds ridiculous since you're my best friend but hear me out."

“..Okay.”

“Fuck, it’s so awful.” Abby started, ashamed of herself. “A few weeks ago (y/n) and I discussed  bringing people over and she started bringing girls. And I thought I'd be okay with it, but I'm just. So disgusted. I literally want to throw up.” Abby looked at Ellie, ready to accept her reaction, no matter what it would be, but Ellie only stared at her, confused.

"That's why you think you're a homophobe?"

"Yes. Because I'm only like that when she brings girls over. She is the best roommate I've ever had, but I'm not fine with her being gay."

"Are you fine with me being gay?" Ellie asked, still confused, and Abby felt the guilt wash over her.

"I don't know anymore. You didn't have sex in the same apartment with me, so I have no evidence. I think I'm fine if you keep it to yourself?" Why was she like this? This was her best friend and she was a total asshole to her right now.

Ellie sat straight and leaned to Abby as if she wanted to say something important.

"Abby. Abigail. You went to lesbian bars with me. You saw me making out. You were hit on a million times by other women. I never kept it to myself with you." Ellie waited until Abby took it in. "I'll prove it to you."

Ellie stood up and went to the door to her room, opening it halfway and sticking her head out.

"Dina! Can you come here?"

Ellie's roommate came into the room a few moments later and Abby was confused as fuck - did they need a whole council to decide Abby's fate or what?

"Abby here thinks she is a homophobe. Can you make out with me in front of her?"

Abby couldn't help but laugh in surprise, her affection for Ellie's stupid ideas lifting her mood a little. Dina laughed too and shrugged, sitting next to Ellie on the opposite side of Abby.

"Pda is generally uncomfortable, you know." Dina said to Ellie, seemingly thinking her idea was stupid too, but still rolling with it.

"Well, you tell us Abby if it's generally uncomfortable or you want us to burn in hell." Ellie murmured in Dina's lips before she kissed her.

Abby felt her breath hitch as she watched them making out and it was even more embarrassing - she didn't feel disgust, no. She felt- She felt-

Abby was terrified to give a name to this feeling, suddenly ashamed of what she felt as she watched her best friend making out with another girl, but her chest fluttered and her heart was beating faster. She felt an ache between her legs and it was even more embarrassing - was she- was she fetishizing her best friend? Was she that deranged?

"So, do you want to throw up?" Ellie asked, panting, as she moved her hands away from Dina's face.

"No." What Abby actually wanted was a very different thing. "I mean- no. I'm fine. You both are pretty, so."

Ellie and Dina shared a look between them, and if Abby paid attention she'd know their looks said "this bitch is stupid".

"Am I fetishizing you right now?" Abby asked, genuinely confused.

"I can't believe this shit." Ellie said, exasperated. "You're not. Abby, you're not a homophobe, okay?"

"I'm gonna go, I have shit to do. Good luck with the identity crisis, Abby." Dina said and left Ellie's room to give them privacy, knowing it was a conversation she shouldn't be a part of.

"But if I saw (y/n) like this I'd definitely puke. I almost did." Abby countered, still confused.

"So you're saying you only have this reaction to (y/n)?"

"I think so. How many lesbians do you think are having sex in my apartment?"

"Well, considering (y/n)'s body count, I'd say a lot."

Abby frowned in anger and Ellie caught it, coming up with a different reason.

"Maybe you're just uncomfortable with her having sex at your place. Would you care if she didn't bring those girls home but fucked them somewhere else?"

Abby went silent as she imagined that, but Ellie interrupted her fantasy where she was totally cool with you sleeping around outside your place.

"Because I know she stayed over at other people's places."

The cocktail of her awful emotions came back full force and the fantasy where Abby was okay with it was in ruins, replaced with fury - she didn't know that and it made her fucking mad.

"How do you know that?"

"Gossip." Ellie said shortly. "So, do you care if she fucks somewhere else?"

Oh, Abby wanted to lie so bad. She wanted to pretend the whole issue was just about your sex life on her doorstep, but she was tired of feeling like this. She was tired of getting angry at you for nothing and she just wanted everything to be back to normal.

"I do."

"Okay." Ellie sighed. "I'm going to say something, okay?"

Abby nodded, apprehensive.

"You're jealous, Abby."

"Nah, I had Owen, remember? I'm not worried about having less sex." Abby said, relieved: she already thought of this and figured out it wasn't about who had more sex in your apartment.

"No, Abs. You're jealous of all those girls who fuck her."

"That… doesn't make sense." Abby laughed nervously, suddenly filled with desire to hide from Ellie and her words.

"Dude, being homophobic to one person doesn't make sense either, since a) I'm your best friend and I'm a lesbian b) you didn't punch me when I told you I had a crush on you-"

"That was so embarrassing why would you bring it up-"

"And c) you literally punch homophobes in their face."

"I'm not gay." Abby said stubbornly. Yes she did punch some homophobes in her life, but it didn't make her a lesbian. She didn't like girls! She wasn't like that!

"I didn't say that." Ellie chuckled like she caught Abby on something. "But the thought that you're homophobic is ridiculous."

It was ridiculous. Oh god. Abby felt so stupid right now - what kind of mental gymnastics was she doing? And she was so sure of it too, it really seemed logical and sensible. But if she wasn't homophobic, she didn't care where you had sex (she only cared that you had sex at all), what was her problem?

"Have you ever thought of her in that way?" Ellie asked.

"Why would I?" Abby asked, suddenly defensive.

"Why would it be so wrong if you liked girls?"

That question broke Abby's brains. She stared at Ellie for a few seconds, not even comprehending her words. Indeed, why would it be so wrong? There was nothing wrong with liking girls, why didn't she want to even entertain the idea? Why did she push this "husband two and a half kids dog" agenda on herself? 

"Am I fucking-" Abby was shocked as thoughts ran through her head at light speed. "Am I homophobic to myself?"

"This feels like therapy, I swear." Ellie chuckled. "Dude, if you feel guilty for liking girls then yes, you're homophobic to yourself."

"I just-" Abby looked at her own hands, still shocked. "I didn't think I was allowed." 

"Well, as the president of lesbians I'm giving you permission to like girls. How does it feel?"

"Like you're stupid and I'm even more stupid." Abby deadpanned. "This is-"

So many things started to make sense: the way Abby always tried not to stare at other girls, how she preferred softness to hardness, "all girls are pretty", how she never bothered with boys because they didn't strike much interest and ran to girls instead because they were just better-

(How she stared at Caitlyn's tits)

"I'm not straight." Abby said and laughed. "And I'm so stupid."

Ellie laughed and nodded. She was happy for Abby, even if she was an utter idiot. 

"Homophobic my ass." Ellie thought as they clicked their bottles. "Congratulations on liking pussy, Abs."

Abby laughed, a little embarrassed, but she felt so light in that moment, finally free of years of guilt for looking at girls for too long. It also explained why didn't look at you when you were just out of the shower - she was just gay and scared. 

For some reason the conversation changed and they never got back to why you were Abby's "favourite", too overwhelmed with the biggest realisation of Abby's life. Abby was absolutely thrilled with her new discovery and excited about what laid ahead. 

As far as she could tell, all lesbians around her were having a hell of a fun time.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

You find the Haitani brothers wearing a skirt

Pairings: Rindou x reader, Ran x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, thigh riding + being called sir/daddy + overstimulation (for Rindou), anal + teasing + denial + overstimulation + oral (for Ran)

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshots

Author's Note: Both of the bros are 20+. Anyways here's a little something for my current obsessions. Can you tell where I left this as a wip for a month? 😅

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

You and your boyfriend were having a little couple's sleepover. The two of you had spent all day watching movies, eating snacks, and cuddling together. It was getting late and you decided to hop in the shower before dinner. You certainly did not expect what you'd find when you returned and found your boyfriend on your bed...

No one would have ever guessed that he was shy when it came to anything sexual. His demeanor around everyone else gave off completely different vibes, but you knew otherwise. That's why it was quite a surprise seeing Rindou wearing a pretty black and light blue plaid skirt, humping one of your pillows, wearing one of your hoodies, and panting like a bitch in heat

Clearly he'd been doing this the whole time you were showering. He was visibly trembling. Hips rutting into the pillow and staining it with precum. He was so into it that he didn't even notice you until you spoke

“If you needed me that badly you could've said something before I took a shower” you smiled, stepping further into the room

“Y-y/n?!” he gasped. “I'm s-sorry...aah...pl-lease help me out?” he managed between moans. A look of shame and humiliation from being caught evident in his eyes

“Of course, baby. But only because you asked so nicely” you said, taking a seat in the chair in the corner of your room. “C'mere”

Rindou hesitantly stood up and walked across the room. He stood in front of you fidgeting with his sleeves, unsure of exactly what you had planned.

“Sit.” you said while patting your thigh. Rindou hesitated a moment before straddling your thigh and grabbing your shoulders for stability. The tiny bit of friction caused his breath to hitch. “Now just keep doing what you were doing when I walked in.” you instructed, placing your hands on his hips

“Ah–” The blush on his cheeks only deepened from your command. “Yes, s-sir.” He slowly began humping your thigh, letting out quiet moans and breaths. “Mm...feels really good...” he whispered

You grabbed his chin with one hand and pulled him in for a kiss... which quickly turned into a sloppy makeout session. Rindou moaned as you explored his mouth, tangling his hands in your hair. After several minutes, you finally broke apart leaving a string of saliva still connecting you to each other. Then you began trailing your kisses down to his neck. His pace quickened with every kiss and mark you left on his sensitive skin. “Such a good boy for me” you cooed, sucking another hickey onto Rindou's neck. Further claiming him as yours.

“Ah...mmm...y/n...” Rindou panted. Heat pooling in his gut as he grew closer to his climax

“Go ahead, baby” you said with your face still pressed against his neck. “Let it all out for me”

With your sweet words still ringing in his ears, Rindou's thrusts became uneven and desperate until he finally released all over his skirt and your thigh. “Hah...ffuck that felt...hah aah...so good”

Barely a minute passed before you were gripping his hips and making him hump you again. “Nngh?! B-baby, wait I- aah~ ” Rindou pleaded with you, but you silenced him by grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling his head back

“You wanted me to help you, didn't you, darling?” You taunted, keeping up the relentless pace. “I'm just making sure that you're completely satisfied. After all...” You leaned in close to his ear and whispered “I'd hate to change another pillowcase later because you got desperately horny again”

Rindou whimpered, giving in to the overstimulation. It hurt a bit but, god did the pleasure make up for that. Everything felt so hot. Sweat made the hoodie cling to his back but he couldn't care about something like that right now. The feeling of his wet cock sliding against your thigh, the sticky coated fabric of his skirt rubbing against the head, and you making him move against you despite his body's need to rest.... It was all too much

Rindou's hips moved on their own as he chased his second release. His hands clung to whatever part of you that they could reach as his moans grew louder

“Ah! Daddy~ Aaah~” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he twitched and spasmed in your lap, cumming all over your thigh again

You let him collapse onto your chest as you helped him down from his high. Cooing words of praise into his ear and rubbing circles on his back

“Now it's your turn for a bath” you teased. Rindou let out a small laugh, still a bit light-headed

“Whew, that felt nice after a lazy day of being covered in snack crumbs” you said, still drying your hair with a towel. “Mr. Throws his popcorn at his boyfr-”

“Mmm~ Done already, babe?” Ran said so casually, as if he wasn't fingering himself. On your bed. In a black skirt. When did he even buy that?

It took a minute for you to process what you'd even walked in on. It only took a second to realize that your dick was already hard and that the blood had already rushed to your cheeks

“Uh, yeah” cough “Got bored waiting, huh?” You tried playing it cool

“Mhmm. Since you, mmph~, clearly enjoy the view...” He paused to spread his legs further, hoping that it would entice you. “Why don't you come over here? Get some hands-on action”

All restraint flew out of the window as you quickly made your way over to your boyfriend. You wasted no time crashing your lips onto his while your hands squeezed his thighs. Ran let out breathy moans every time your lips parted, his hands instinctually tangling in your hair. You easily slipped two fingers into him, thanks to his previous actions

“Mm yeah~” He moaned, arching his back. You began scissoring your fingers, making sure he'd be nice and stretched out for you

You curled your fingers and hit juuust the right spot and Ran let out the sluttiest moan, biting his bottom lip and looking up at you as you smirked

“More... Please, baby...” He begged. “I need it~”

Before he could say another word you were already reaching for the lube you keep in the nightstand. Deliberately teasing him by slowly pulling out your cock and letting it rest on his stomach before you lubed yourself up. The sight of his skirt flipped up made you even harder

“Fuuuck...” Ran whined. The feeling of your already hard dick on his skin made the blood rush to the surface of his skin. Causing his cheeks, the tips of his ears, and his shoulders to redden. He watched you take your time, wishing you'd just put it in already. He feels empty just thinking about it...

“Ready?” You positioned your dick right at his entrance

“Mhm” Ran nodded

You slid into him slowly. Torturously slow. Too slow

“C'mon, baby, don't tease me like this” He pouted

“You think this is teasing?” Oh, you just had a wonderful idea! “I'll show you what real teasing feels like.” You finally bottomed out inside of him. Giving him a second to adjust to your full size before slowly pulling almost all the way back out, only to slooowly slide back in. You kept your pace nice and steady, holding Ran's hips still to prevent him from getting what he wanted

“Shit... ah... You're so mean” Ran breathed out, hands gripping the sheets by his head. He wanted more, needed more so fucking badly

You graciously increased your pace, though it still wasn't enough for him. He rolled his hips with the rhythm of your thrusts, hoping to gain some friction. Anything to alleviate the tightening in his core. Fuck, he was close already. Just keep moving and...

“Wait, w-why did you stop?” Ran cried. His hips chasing yours, silently begging for you to continue

You only smiled deviously in response. Cupping Ran's face as he nuzzled into your palm. You wanted to break him, just a little bit. Just enough to hear him beg for you like his life depended on it. Enough to see him so desperate for your cock that he'd do anything

Without saying another word you shoved your dick all the way back in, relishing in Ran's pretty cries as you began pounding him. Him throwing his head back onto the pillows, growing close once more. Don't stop this time. Please just- Right there, keep going...

You pulled out completely. “N-no...fuck... Why did-” He cried breathlessly. Frustrated with your continued denial

You grabbed his dick, the head leaking precum all over his stomach and soaking his skirt, and started gliding your hand up and down the shaft. Ran's back arched again, pitiful cries leaving his mouth as he grabbed your arm. The sudden, intense friction making his head feel fuzzy.

You made eye contact just as your thumb ran across his slit and Ran whimpered. It was way too hot in here... He begged you to keep moving your hand. “Hah... Don't stop. Don't stop, baby... G-gonna-”

With one last schlick sound you removed your hand from his dick. His body twitched, once again denied the pleasure of release. Tears pooled in the corners of Ran's eyes. Fuck, he was really cute right now.

You leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Ask nicely for me?” You prompted

“Please... I need you” He said, practically giving you puppy eyes. Good boy

You lined yourself back up and pushed in once more. Quickening your pace and jerking him off at the same time. Ran wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you close as he looked at you, silently asking for permission

“Cum”

That was all he needed to hear. His grip on your hair tightening as he came all over his own chest. The pleasure from being edged damn near knocked the wind out of him. Stars clouded his vision, hips still involuntarily humping into your hand and grinding against your cock

You allowed him a minute to catch his breath. Thanking whatever gods may be out there that this gorgeous boy was all yours

You pulled out, the empty feeling making him whine. He was so adorable

Then you leaned down and took as much of him into your mouth as you could fit. Pinning his hips in place so that he couldn't move away

“Hnngh?! Y/n?!” Ran squealed. “Wait, I just- Ah!”

Ran screamed while you bobbed your head up and down. Sucking him off with fervor. He wrapped his thighs around your head instinctually, squeezing hard. He tried fucking up into your mouth and you let go of his hips, allowing him to practically facefuck you

Composure be damned. You wanted to make him cum again no matter what it took and Ran wanted to cum again, despite the pain from being overstimulated

You hummed and the vibrations on his dick finally pushed him over the edge. Ran wailed as he came down your throat, your warm, wet mouth milking every last bit out. You released his dick with a wet pop sound, licking your lips clean of his cum

He went limp, collapsing from exhaustion. Panting and barely able to keep his eyes open anymore. There was one small problem, however. You hadn't come yet and your dick has been rock hard this entire time

You gently pulled Ran up and into your lap, letting him lean against your chest and bury his face in the crook of your neck. You lifted him a bit and bottomed out once more, groaning at how wet his hole felt around you

“Oh god... aah” Was all he could manage to get out. Too tired to move, all Ran could do was hold onto your arms and softly moan as you pounded into him again, chasing your own release

You kept your arms wrapped around him, supporting his back so that he wouldn't fall backwards. Fucking into his hole desperately. You felt the heat pool in your core, speeding up your thrusts until you finally spilled inside of him

Ran's tired moans mixed with yours and you kissed his shoulder as you humped into him. Fucking your cum deeper into him

You gently lay him down onto your bed, pulling out and watching some of your cum drip out and onto the sheets. Ran passed out immediately

You grabbed a warm, wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned the both of you up. Kissing his forehead before joining him for a nap

[nemastraea]

Doormat extraordinaire: Andrew Graves is down horrendous for his own sister | Part 1

Or as I like to call it, actual literal word vomit attempting a proper character analysis!

Here's a link to the AO3 version for archive purposes: The doormat extraordinaire has a bit of a romantic streak,

Content warning: This will heavily feature spoilers from Episodes 1 & 2 of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. Trigger warning: Abuse, cannibalism, child neglect, codependency, harassment, incest, murder, self-harm, and suicide. Disclaimer: I will occasionally reference an extremely normal essay from Sufficient Velocity commenter Leyleyfication (here). It would be a lot easier to read this essay first as Leyleyfication does a pretty good job establishing the following: - Ashley is dependent on Andrew to assure and validate her of her own insecurities, and - The game heavily implies that Andrew wants to fuck his own sister.

Anyway: The Coffin of Andy and Leyley! A game in early access where a pair of siblings are stuck through a seemingly never-ending quarantine together, desperate not to starve to death. When their cultist neighbor dies in a ritual gone wrong, they rationally resort to cannibalism. Fun!

I am definitely going to assume that you read Leyleyfication's extremely normal essay (I am on my knees, begging you to read that). Which is why this essay immediately starts with, "yeah, Andrew definitely wants to fuck his sister" as its baseline.

What I will be adding to that funny little cauldron of fucked up sibling dynamics in a horror visual novel are the following: Andrew's fixation and sexual attraction manifests as his desire to control, dominate, and possess Ashley. And it is framed as a fatalist attraction and the totality of his existence (for worse or even worse).

Because of Tumblr's limit for 30 images per post, though, I'm going to have to split this extremely normal and reasonably lengthy essay into... multiple posts! Yeah! I have no idea how long this will fucking go!

So first things first: how can we tell that Andrew is even attracted to Ashley in the first place?

Nemlei (Devlog 05). Note the hickeys above and below Ashley's choker and her left inner thigh, and Andrew's left hand creeping into her right thigh.

As Leyleyfication points out, the game primes us to believe that Andrew is a pushover and Ashley is his abuser. This occurs in the Steam page as it explicitly says Ashley is "in fact, very bad" and Andrew is a "doormat extraordinaire." Moreover, it's very easy to tell that Ashley is, on some degree, obsessed with Andrew:

She's happy to hear that Julia broke up with Andrew over the phone;

She repeatedly accuses him of finding the Lady from Room 302 attractive and he 'tried anything with her;' and

Her flashback to wanting to punish her friend Nina ("the Bitch in the Box") for crushing on Andrew.

Episode 1, dream and memory. Leyley previously said that Nina should know better than to 'steal from another woman,' referring to herself. The implication that Andy is hers is toyed with after this moment, when she says she'd put Andy back in the box.

The game does prime us to think that Ashley is Andrew's abuser. It also suggests that Ashley projects an unrequited and incestuous love onto Andrew. Before we consider Episode 2's narrative, Episode 1 gives the initial impression that if Andrew comes to reciprocate her feelings, it's more of a reaction and subsuming to her will. That it may not be something he wants for himself and independent of Ashley's manipulation.

But again, I do believe Andrew wants to fuck Ashley. And always has been. He just frequently vacillate between 'subtle' and 'really fucking obvious' tells that completely take advantage of the game's third person limited POV.

Keep in mind that both Andrew and Ashley are extremely unreliable narrators. We aren't going to get information they personally do not care about and that is on top of our own choices as the player.

(A digressive example: you will not learn that the founder and CEO of Toxisoda's company was a former surgeon unless you interact with the television in Andrew's Episode 2 dream and memory of their blood oath. Otherwise, it neatly ties into the surgeon that Mrs. Graves conveniently says she was directed to regarding the siblings' quarantine in the main story.)

When it's really fucking obvious

When you play as Andrew in Episode 2, his post-dinner argument with Ashley carefully frames them both. They are cramped in the foreground and Andrew's left arm is conveniently blocked by Ashley and the kitchen knife, as seen here.

Episode 2, common route. Prior to this, you can interact with Mrs. Graves for her to pointedly comment on the siblings being inseparable.

At this point in the game, their physical closeness is something we're used to by now. After all, we've already seen Ashley on his lap at least twice; Andrew slept in her bed in Episode 1; and Ashley confirmed they've shared the same motel bed multiple times in the one-week interim between Episodes 1 & 2.

But the game abruptly shifts to Mrs. Graves' POV when she enters the scene and not only do we see the two as physically close, but we notice a few more details.

Episode 2, common route. The first picture transitions from Andrew's POV to Mrs. Graves as it introduces us to her entering the scene.

The contrast of how spacious the kitchen is from Mrs. Graves' POV to Andrew's cramped POV is obvious. More importantly, Andrew's fingers loop through Ashley's belt loops when the two are huddled together. When Mrs. Graves clears her throat, the two don't really separate.

Ashley pivots on her left foot so that her body is turned to their mother, not Andrew, but she doesn't step away from him. Andrew, meanwhile, recoils from Ashley and withdraws his hand. But he isn't turning his body to face their mother like Ashley does here. His attention, at least in this moment, is still towards Ashley (and, yanno, the sink).

Episode 2, common route. Two things to consider in the second picture: Andrew hides Ashley's bite mark on his cheek with his left sleeve and he conveniently moves the pillow from behind him to his front.

The 'tell' isn't so much as the two are unusually physically close. Again, we're used to that by now. But it's how the two siblings react whenever Mrs. Graves comes into the picture. Ashley doesn't really give a fuck about whether or not people assume the worst of her or even her intentions regarding Andrew. To Ashley, their proximity is normal and anyone who sees that as a problem is not worth an explanation or reason.

But Andrew is at least subconsciously aware it's 'not normal.' As far as these moments are concerned, Andrew instinctively tries to do damage control by either putting space between them or keeping his hands occupied so they aren't visibly touching Ashley. Still, he either does not mind or actively appreciates his physical closeness with Ashley.

When it's really fucking obvious (but only in hindsight)

In Episode 1, Ashley passes out after trying to clean up after the apartment. Regardless of her passing out in the living room, the bathroom, or their parents' room, she will wake up on the couch with her head pillowed by Andrew's lap.

Episode 1, Ashley's POV. Andrew's hands often hover over Ashley's head, but more than that—

I personally didn't notice this until I replayed Episode 1, when I basically have the hindsight of Andrew's fixation with hair. But yes, his fingers idly twirl through the ends of Ashley's hair as they watch TV. It's implied that Andrew can and will do this when Ashley pillows his lap, awake or asleep. He does not recoil from it when Ashley does wake up and later on, in Episode 2, even continues to brush it from her face.

Episode 2, common route. Ashley fell asleep at the passenger seat, so Andrew had to have transferred her to the back seat to pillow her head again. Though, technically, she's more cramped at the back seat than if he'd just reclined the passenger seat.

So far, we've seen that Andrew has a natural tendency to not only be physically close to Ashley, but to hover over her personal space and be in constant and direct contact with her. Whether it's by having her head on his lap, twirling her hair through his fingers, or even constantly grabbing her by the head in various states of comfort, playfulness, or outright threat (but let's put a pin on that for now).

The weight behind this candid contact shifts when Episode 2 draws a pretty explicit parallel between Julia and Ashley. Assuming that you interacted with Julia's landline and heard Ashley's voicemails, you know (and Andrew knows) that Ashley draws that connection herself:

DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!? Just because you can fuck him and I can't? You think that's love?! Are you fucking delusional?? Cumdumpsters like you are just that. He will never love you. Not like he loves me. I am the only one. I am everything. I am the secrets you'll never hear. When he lies in bed at night, and when he needs someone to hold on to... It's not you he seeks out. It is me.

Episode 2, common route. Andrew's dream and vision implies that Andrew's heard these voicemails before.

That connection extends to the hair contact as well, as Andrew goes in to hug Julia, cards his hand through her hair and requests she tie her hair up.

Episode 2, common route. Andrew's dream and memory of Julia when they're older. From the use of Andrew's present-age portrait, suggests is closer to the timeline of the game's events than his and Ashley's memories as Andy and Leyley.

From this moment, we can have one of two assumptions: either Andrew wants Julia's (black) hair put up like Ashley's, or Ashley caught onto Andrew's hair kink and puts her hair up to imitate it.

Regardless, we infer the following:

Andrew teases affection through touching and even pulling on one's hair.

His fixation on ponytails and pulling on them does not exclude his own sister. It still stands and without reservation, perhaps more explicitly since he can do it so candidly, as we saw before.

The last of that Julia-Ashley parallel is self-contained within Episode 2. But only if you end up in the Burial route regardless of Ashley's platonic or incestuous vision.

Episode 2, common route (first picture) and Burial route (second picture). It's worth pointing out that Andrew is actually disinterested and moody during his conversation with Julia, and only perks up when he mentions Ashley or feigns care for Julia (since he extends his care of Ashley to her as well).

The game ends up drawing parallels on how Andrew treats Ashley, for better or for worse, with his ex (which is definitely worse, poor Julia). In doing so, the game blurs the lines between romantic affection for Julia and 'platonic and familial' affection for Ashley.

Y'all, this isn't even getting into how Andrew respectfully gives his parents space and only crowds them when he threatens them with his cleaver. In his mind, Ashley and Julia are in that same space of physical and romantic displays of affection; something he reserves only for them (only without reservation for Ashley) that does not extend to anyone else. His ex-girlfriend, and his sister. Shit's wild.

When it's obvious BUT it's violent!

That isn't to say that his hair fixation (hair kink?) is completely innocuous, though, as it rears its ugly head (pun unintended) in Decay. Which is what that previous pin was for! Yay!

You end up in the Decay route if Ashley doesn't trust Andrew with keeping an eye on their parents. Here, Ashley sleeps on their parents' bed by herself and has an alarming vision: an unknown party chases after her through the in-between and when they catch up to her, it's Andrew. Ashley has nowhere to run and Andrew eventually grabs her and threatens to kill her.

Whether or not Ashley can defend herself depends on Andrew expending all of her gun's ammo when he deals with the hitman, or not. But that outcome divergence will matter much, much later (so that's another pin for us to come back to).

The sequence of events actually mirrors the way the siblings ambush the Lady from Room 302 back in Episode 1. There, Andrew closes in on her and grabs the Lady by her wrist and uses his front to pin and restrain her. With his cleaver to her throat, the Lady is completely at his mercy.

Episode 1 & 2, common route (first picture) and Decay route (second, third, and fourth pictures). Note that Andrew restrains the Lady from Room 302 by the wrist while with Ashley, by her hair.

Andrew asserts control of the person and the situation through violence. Whether it's by killing them (the wardens) or by threatening physical violence (the Lady from Room 302 and Ashley). It's always on the table for him. As Leyleyfication puts it, "He's so calculated in how he approaches his use of violence [here]."

That violence includes Ashley. It's always on the table where Ashley's concerned. The game even juxtaposes when Andrew threatens violence and physical assault 'playfully' versus when he's seriously out for blood:

When you interact with the wall of call girls' numbers and Ashley jokes about leaving her number on the wall, Andrew 'jokingly' threatens to backhand her for even thinking about it.

When you interact with their parents' latched window for a second time, Andrew 'teases' slapping Ashley if she doesn't find a way to open it. (Ashley jokingly asks if it's on her ass or at her face, and assumes it must be the face when Andrew says she'll have to find out.)

The two other times that Andrew exerts violence against Ashley are both in Episode 1 & 2. We can remember when that happens in Episode 1, when Andrew's had it with Ashley's fits and threatens to kill her:

Episode 1, common route. Y'all, Andrew was choking her hard enough for his grip to bruise.

It happens again in Decay when he confronts Ashley about repeatedly calling him Andy and therefore, breaking the promise he coerced her into from Episode 1.

Episode 2, Decay route. Another thing to keep in mind is that Andrew's outburst is preceded by Ashley prodding him about his current state and insisting that Andrew was fine with 'Andy' during their home invasion.

In Episode 1, Andrew resorts to harming Ashley because he's fucking had it with her accusing him repeatedly of trying anything with the Lady from 302 and, in her eyes, his 'infidelity.' Where she accuses Andrew of not loving her enough that if his eye catches another girl, he'd leave her behind or flip on her. In Episode 2, she's poking and prodding on his boundaries on 'Andy' and whether or not, once again, he's with her on their now-committed life of joint crime.

If I can give another example, it happens in Andrew's common route memory of Nina's death and his blood oath with Leyley.

Episode 2, common route. Prior to this, Andy expresses immense exasperation at Leyley's tantrums over him 'thinking about that bitch again.' When he goes to grab the kitchen knife, cleans it, and returns to Leyley on his bed—he's briefly considering killing her.

Andrew threatens Ashley violently whenever he intends to confront her on her perceived brattiness, for lack of a better word. And keep Leyleyfication's essay segment on Ashley's insecurities and need for Andrew's validation in mind here—when Ashley does this, she wants and even needs Andrew to comfort her. But her aggression treads Andrew's patience and really, his tolerance of her behavior.

When Ashley's anger, clinging behavior, insecurities, and possessiveness of Andrew slips his control and tolerance, he resorts to violence to coerce or even dominate her.

I think (or hope, if it's clear enough) it reinforces what Leyleyfication points out:

The truth of the matter is, Ashley can only make Andrew do anything because he lets her. I don't mean in the sense that I'm saying abuse victims let their abusers emotionally abuse them, I mean in the sense that he is clearly considering his options on the table and choosing to discard those that could stop her, or bring an end to any of this.

It also reflects on another aspect of why Andrew resorts to violence: in all three situations, Andrew remarks on Ashley's behavior and her sake. If she acts up again once they're out of the apartment, it'll cause trouble for him while they're evading authorities. If she's going to call him Andy from hereon out, what's the point of running away with her. If she expects him to leverage keeping 'her secret,' he won't because it's for her sake.

Andrew rationalizes his attempt to control of Ashley's behavior as being for her sake. But really, isn't it him confining her behavior to something he can tolerate and personally handle?

I'd also like to point out that Andrew admits that he noticed Ashley push for calling him 'Andy' during the home invasion, and he did not argue with her on it while they held their parents hostage and readied to sacrifice them. We can infer that when Andrew calculates his use of violence, that can also factor when, where, and how he exerts it.

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Well, that's where I can reasonably end this half of my word vomit! Now, onwards, to part 2!

[winterwump]

Positions - J High Boys🤍

Summary: The J High Boys and what sex positions they like and why!!

Author’s Note: I plan on including Eli and Warren even tho they don’t actually attend J-High as of right now. In my head, none of these boys get bitches like that (and yes, Eli too lol). But I thought this was fun

CW: Mentions of Rough Sex and Breeding

ENJOY!!

Daniel: Cowgirl all the way. He’ll never admit it, but Danny just likes to watch your tits move regardless of their size. If you have small tits, that’s okay , because the sight of you bouncing eagerly on his cock is enough to make him a blushing mess!

Zack: Doggystyle. Solely because he's watched so much doggystyle porn to where it’s only natural that he does it. Also he gets a good look at your holes while he’s going to town on you. He’s the type to *jokingly* bend you over and hump you so you know doggy’s his thing.

Vasco: Missionary. Oh come on, you knew it was true lol. Our baby boy loves looking at your face while he’s plowing deep inside your pussy. Or he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck - leaving you with eye-catching hickeys. (He’d be more embarrassed about it than you the morning after lol)

Eli: Reverse Cowgirl. It’s efficient lol. He’s hung so of course he likes a position in which the full length of his cock can be taken. That, and he likes griping your hips while he makes you take him balls deep.

Warren: Missionary. He deadass doesn’t know any other positions and I’m being serious. Also because he thinks you're pretty and he just wants to see you all sweaty and horny for him. When he realized that he could play with your clit in missionary, oh it was a wrap for you (lol)

Vinjin: Mating Press. This man is a menace to your back and cervix. It's about drive, it’s about power. But no fr, this man is on a mission to get you pregnant or to leave you fucked-out and shaking. Either option is good, but Vin prefers you to get pregnant because he’s already pumped you full so it’d be a waste. Can you tell that Vin has a breeding kink???

I’ve been turning this one around in my mind for a bit. It feels like I’ve written this b4, but idk and idc lol. I wanted to do this same prompt with guys from Workers and Big Deal idk idk. Anyways, BYE!!!

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 hour four!!!!! this one is angsty, folks! strap in! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 forced proximity 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 remus has chronic pain 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠ 𖦹 again, thank you so, so much for the love on this series!!!!

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 1k

prologue / hour 3 << pt. 5 -- hour 4 >> hour 5

For a moment, he swears he's back there. Back when everything was simple for you two.

༻¨*:· 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟒 ·:*¨༺

"Right," Remus squeezes out, "I do remember that." 

"Yeah. It was a good night."

He laughs humorlessly, "I got so wasted that night. Don't remember half of it. Shit, all I remember is you and then throwing up for about an hour the morning after."

Part of you glows. He remembered you.

"Yeah, you were... fucked up that night."

'You looked so pretty that night,' He wants to say—he can't. In the back of his mind, he's intrigued by you. He wants to know you—know you the way Sirius does. Sirius knew so much about you. He knew about your dreams and your biggest accomplishments, knew of your fears and your failures. And Remus Lupin, in some twisted way, was jealous of Sirius Black.

"You were in the flat that morning, weren't you?"

"Yeah, I stayed with you guys 'cos my flatmate was being a raging bitch."

He nods, "Right."

He remembers seeing you—your hair was a mess as you ate your cereal, and you waved at him with your spoon, wearing a bright smile.

"I was so happy to see you were still alive," Your face wrinkles with a smile, and you shine brighter than the sun.

'What a cute smile,' His brain taunts him.

"I was happy I was alive. Though, after hurling that much, I felt like death." He laughs.

You join him, "I bet. You looked deathly."

He smirks, "More than usual?"

You break into laughter as you remember one of your many insults thrown at him.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"You look like death, as per usual," You drunkenly slurred at him. Then you squint, eyes meeting his neck, "Are those fucking hickeys?" You'd messily pulled at his collar, "They are! Wow! Remus Lupin, everybody!" You hollered in the crowded bar, "Absolute man whore!"

He stared at you vindictively, "Oh, shut up!" He had yelled.

The rest of the night was a blur. You remember arguing with him more, and Sirius had intervened at one point. You were yelling profanities at Remus as Sirius dragged you away.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You sigh, "That was a horrible night."

"Your makeup was all smudged."

You snort, "I was making out with some douche."

"And I was the man whore."

You fall into fits of laughter; he soon joins you, "That was a horrid night. I went home with this guy and..." He rubs his hands over his face, "Ugh. He was just a shitbag."

You frown, "Sorry. That sucks."

"Eh," he shrugs, "It's whatever."

You're both silent for a moment, basking in the feeling of... not hating one another.

Remus leans against the wall and sinks into a seated position, "I'm really fucking tired."

He sounds exhausted, and you would say you're not sure where it's coming from, but the reality is, you've been stuck in this elevator with him for four hours, and it's tiring. You collapse next to him. Your knees touch, and it sends sparks up your thigh and through your ribcage, settling in your heart.

"And my joints hurt," He adds.

You gawp for a second, and then you nod, "Right. I forgot."

His movement is sharp as he jerks his head in your direction, "What?" He snaps.

"Hm? Are we back to hating each other?"

"You forgot about what?"

You cock your head, confused, "You have chronic pain. No?"

"I—" Remus is torn. Should he tell you? There's the chance you'll make fun of him for it, but then it hits him that you already know. You know he's chronically ill, and you haven't said anything about it, "Yeah. I have to use a cane sometimes."

"Mhm," You nod, "You've got that one with all the stickers on it."

"I've had that one for years—got it in our fifth year as a present from... everyone," He smiles, and it's so warm that you feel yourself melting into him.

You're both quiet for what feels like hours. It was about two minutes.

"You know, after that night, I always wondered what was wrong with me." You say quietly.

"What?"

"I mean..." Your tone is soft and laced with hurt, "Why don't you like me, Remus? Tell me, full stop."

He shakes his head, "I don't think you want to know."

"I do!" You insist, "I really want to know."

He throws his arms up, "Why the fuck do you care?!"

You're taken aback. It's not the first time Remus has yelled at you, but it somehow hurts the same as it did the first time. This damn lift was making you go crazy.

"Because!" You scream back, "Because I want you to like me!"

"But why?" He groans.

"Because— because I don't think you're all that bad. I see the way you interact with our friends. You're so kind with them. Why am I the exception? What is so wrong with me?"

Remus sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, "You're full of yourself. That's why."

"Bullshit!" You yell, "That's complete and utter bullshit, Remus. And we both know it." 

He rolls his eyes, "See? It's this kind of shit. You wanted to know, so I told you. Now you're complaining like a baby. Honestly, I'm not even sure why my friends put up with you."

Insecurity floods your body, filling up every crack and crevice of your being. 

'My friends.' His—not yours, not ours, his.

It hits you hard, and you go silent. You always felt like an outsider in their group—they'd all known each other since they were kids, and you suddenly appear with Sirius, and they all think you're his latest feat. But you keep coming around, and you've convinced yourself they hate you—that they hate you, and Remus is the only one to actually say something.

"Honestly," he continues, "I'm pretty sure they only put up with you because of Sirius. He'd raved about you. Saying you're talented, intelligent, funny. What a fucking shame that none of it was true."

He's not thinking straight, and he doesn't even realize he's said something so insulting and hurtful until your chest sinks in, and your face contorts into an expression of pain. He's cut you open and, not even a second later, has rubbed salt into the wound.

"Shit— That's not—" He struggles out.

GUYS IM SORRY (lying)

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[1800nosleep]

STUDYING WITH THEM !!

all of my characters i write for + my ocs!!

pt one

warnings;; gn! reader, cigarette and weed smoking, age of the reader will differ depending on the character, high school/ college student! reader, fluff to the extreme, so sweet you'll get cavities.

(a/n) since it's back-to-school season, I'm terrified for anyone and everyone in school, so have this as a soft reminder that school is coming or is already here !!

THE LOST BOYS

David;

do NOT go to david if you need help studying, he will not help you focus, he'll do the opposite

he is a fucking menace

your attention isn't on him, so he's clearly upset

he is chain smoking cigarettes as he attempts to distract you

"y/n, why are you taking so long?" "cuz you're not helping me at all, unlike i asked you to."

you've got two options, ignore him and have problems later, or risk failing

funniest thing about all this, I hc that david was once a college student

^ obviously when he was still alive but whatever

but i'm a strong believer that he was a history major

do NOT ask him to help you if you are a history major, he will bully you, and he will not help you at all

to conclude, don't study around him and don't ask him for help at all, it will be the worst and most stressful experience of your life

Paul;

he is so AHHHHH! i love paul so much, you don't understand

anyways, he is so helpful, unlike some people

he is asking you questions, reading your notes, and much more

blessing on earth frfr

he is so sweet and rewarding, every time you get something right, you get a small reward

whether it be a kiss, a small hickey, or a chance to sit in his lap

he wants his love to succeed in life, so he is very, VERY dedicated to his job as an at home tutor

even though he has no fucking idea what you are studying

sometimes he is stoned while he helps you and it isn't all that helpful, he'll fuck up on his words and will definitely confuse you

but in conclusion, he is much more helpful than previous people, and he cares a lot more about you succeeding, i love him so much

Marko;

lord help me, he is so unbothered

he won't help you unless you ask him

even when you do ask him, he will do the bare minimum

he is begging and pleading for you to quit studying and cuddle him and kiss him

like bro, please

anyways, when he does help you, he'll read you the textbook in the most teenage boy way ever

he is struggling to read the most basic words ever

learning disability marko my beloved

but he is constantly asking you to tell him how to read and pronounce the words to the point where it feels like you're the one helping him study

"babe please, how do you say this?" "babe please, please!"

if you don't help him, i swear to god

in conclusion, marko tries when you want him to help but just know, that you'll be his tutor more than he'll be yours

Dwayne;

husband

anyways... he is such a sweetheart when he helps you

lemme set the scene cuz lord

you're sitting on his lap, you're textbook in hand, his arm around your waist and his head on your shoulder

he's softly reading to you as you take notes and his voice is so soothing like GOD PLEASE !!!

"are you still paying attention?" "come on, tell me what I just said to you."

bitch if you aren't paying attention, i just, UGH

similar to paul, he is a strong believer in rewarding his lover when they do well so expect a lot of kisses and cuddles after your little study session

i love him so much lord help me

he is so caring and loving when it comes to you're education, also similar to paul, he wants to see his lover succeed in school

so of course he is helping you in any way possible

in conclusion, dwayne is another blessing on earth, who cares about his lovers education and desires to see them succeed

thank you for coming to my ted talk

anyways thank you for reading

likes and reblogs are appreciated and hcs about our boys are very much welcomed in my inbox !!

please do not steal or repost my content as that is plagiarism and a crime

[gothic-bunny]

Sunday Morning

Summary:

You and Xavier get up to some lazy morning sex after you spend the night in his dorm. 

Contains:

Sex. Duh. It’s between an afab reader and Xavier, so you can guess what parts are used.  It’s told in second person. No y/n or gendered pronouns for the reader here.  The sex is unprotected. Condoms are important guys.  It’s fluffy but it’s a sarcastic kind of fluffy. The reader definitely has Dom sort of undercurrent.  Technically underaged, or you can consider them as eighteen-year-olds. Or you can consider the fact while the character is about sixteen, the actor is twenty-one.  I guess there’s also fingering, hickeys, and some hints of hair-pulling? Do those need separate warnings? I don’t know what I’m doing.

Oh, and it’s about two-thousand words long. 

Author’s Note:

Remember that time that I said this would be out before the end of February? Yeah, me too. College midterms are a bitch. Also this is my first fanfic post to Tumblr and to the fandom so if there’s publishing etiquette I’m missing or other constructive criticism, please let me know. Also, if you can guess the band and album for the song I stole the title from, two gold stars for you. 

Smut Below The Cut.

You awoke to sunlight streaming through an open window and smacking you in the face. Vile sun. You attempted to roll over, pulling the blankets with you, but the blankets pulled back. Weird. Come to think of it, waking up to sunlight was also weird. Blackout curtains were part and parcel when one was roommates with a vampire. Giving the blankets another tug, you buried your face in the pillow underneath you, trying to recall the events of the night before.

There had been a Nightshade meeting. You had snuck out of your dorm room after your roommate had fallen asleep. The meeting had run later than usual. When Bianca had called the meeting to a close at three in the morning after a game of 'Never Have I Ever' had gotten out of hand, Xavier had insisted that it was his 'good boyfriend duties' to walk you back to your dorm. It was then that you realized the time and that there was no way you were successfully sneaking back into your dorm room that night. Which would mean that you were...

A look to your left confirmed it. Xavier's caramel-colored hair spilled over the bed in ribbons, his left elbow propping up his peacefully sleeping face. You reached over and poked his cheek, causing his brows to crinkle slightly and air to escape harshly out his nose. His reaction was cute, so you prodded him again, harder, and this time closer to his mouth. Bleary eyes squinted back yours as Xavier woke up, eyelashes fluttering against the sunlight.

"What'd you do that for?"

You ran your thumb over his lower lip, pulling back when he tried to stick out his tongue and lick it. "You looked cute."

"But I was sleeping," his disgruntled tone contrasted sharply with how he placed his right hand against the small of your back and pulled you closer to him and away from the edge of the bed.

"Go back to sleep then," you retorted, throwing a leg over him and pulling the two of you closer together. Gently gripping his jaw, you tilted his head up, pressing a kiss into the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe I will," Xavier retorted, chasing your lips for a kiss. You evaded him, turning his face away from yours so you could begin to suck a hickey on the place where his jawline curved to meet his ear. "Hey--not fair--I can't sleep when you're doing that!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to stop?" Xavier gasped when you bit down lightly, then whined when you pulled away. "I'll let you go back to sleep then."

"No--wait--that's not--I wanted--" Xavier's hand moved from being outside your t-shirt to pushing the fabric up so that he could run his fingers over the bare skin of your back, tickling you slightly. This motion was coupled with his hips bucking up to meet you, growing erection dragging against your pelvis.

"What is it that you wanted?" Your hand went from his jaw to his hair, fingers threading through the strands against his scalp before grabbing a fistful. Using his hair as leverage, you pulled him into a kiss, teeth scraping against his lower lip as he moaned.

"You--fuck--" Xavier's voice broke off into a moan when you reached into his sweatpants and wrapped your hand around his dick, firmly stroking from base to tip. His hips jerked up to meet your touch, fingers fumbling to pull down the black panties you were wearing. "I want--"

The angle at which your bodies met was awkward, so you rolled the two of you over to straddle his upper thighs, panties tangled around your ankles and t-shirt getting turned inside-out as you took it off. Utilizing your new vantage point, you pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his now-leaking dick. "Want me to ride you?"

"Yeah--okay--please--" You pushed two fingers into his mouth, shutting him up. While Xavier had many talents, coherency during sex was not one of them. When your fingers were sufficiently coated in spit, you dragged them along his tongue and over his lower lip, a string of saliva falling back as they left his mouth.

You were wet enough that figuring out where Xavier kept his lube wasn't worth it, so instead, you used your newly spit-coated fingers to stretch yourself once, twice, three times, feeling him push against your opposite palm that you had planted against his stomach in order to hold him still. Sinking down onto his dick felt like being flooded with warmth, your legs trembling as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. You paused when he bottomed out, adjusting your hands so that your thumbs brushed along the valleys of his hips. Taking a breath to ground yourself, you attempted to make eye contact with Xavier, whose eyes were scrunched closed as his breath came out in pants.

"Xavi?" His eyes opened at the sound of his name, hands gliding over your thighs and ass before finding purchase at your waist. You rolled your hips, grinning as he let out a breathy moan. "How're we feeling?"

Xavier gave you a look that would've read as "how the fuck do you think" if it hadn't been so blissed out. You rolled your hips again, letting out a moan yourself as you built up a steady pace, going from little more than a slow rocking motion to a faster--but still lazy--rhythm. It's too early, and you're still too sleepy for anything more energetic. Xavier seems to disagree, whining when you don't let him speed things up.

"Faster...please?" Ordinarily, you'd give in to Xavier's begging, but this time listening to his whimpering would be more rewarding. The signs that he was getting close--like the faint crease between his eyebrows and the trembling of his lower lip--were starting to appear already, and you wanted to savor the moment.

He turned out to be closer than you thought. You were running your palms over his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding through his ribcage--when abruptly he grabbed your forearms, fingers digging into you almost painfully. His mouth opened in a silent scream as you felt his hips jerk against yours, and your pussy was suddenly flooded with warm spurts of cum. You waited for him to stop shaking, gently removing your arms from his grip after he went limp and carefully lifting yourself off his now-spent dick. Pressing a kiss to his hairline, you waited for him to return to reality, your own climax not yet reached.

"Xavi...?" He blinked rapidly, then rolled onto his side to look at you. "Help me out here?" Xavier squinted at you, confused, then his eyes widened in realization.

"Right...yeah..." He reached up a hand, thumb brushing lightly over your clit before sliding two fingers into you, the cum still leaking out of you a stand-in for lubricant. "Like this?"

Xavier knew you wanted it like that, but you figured it was fair play after your "how're we feeling" comment. Unlike him, you didn't lose your ability to sass back just because you were so aroused you felt like you were vibrating. "Fuck you."

"You just did." Xavier laughed as he picked up the pace of his fingers, using his other hand to grab one of your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple. You reacted with a moan, not bothering to respond to his teasing. Just because you had the ability to sass back didn't mean it was worth it. Sitting up a bit, Xavier replaced his thumb with his mouth, swirling his tongue over your nipple before sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin of your cleavage. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you gasped, your body tingling with your rapidly approaching orgasm.

Pressing a kiss against the hickey he'd left, Xavier switched to the other side, the hand not preoccupied with fingering you placed between your shoulder blades, pressing your tits further into his face as he began to work at a second hickey to mirror the first. It was the feeling of his mouth coupled with the scrape of a blunt nail over your clit that finally broke the dam, your orgasm washing over you in waves and your legs shaking with pleasure.

The feeling of his hair running through your fingers, his hands against your bare skin, and the texture of wrinkles in the bedsheets under you were all heightened--along with a vague awareness of Xavier shifting his hold on you into something more resembling a hug. Slowly, you loosened your grip on his hair, fingers flexing as feeling seeped back into them. You took a few deep breaths to bring yourself back into the physical plane, returning Xavier's hug and pressing a kiss into his hair. He mumbled something into your cleavage, but your mind still wasn't present enough to make sense of it.

"Hmm...?" You questioned. Folding your legs underneath you so that you both were now sitting face-to-face, you brushed back some errant strands of his hair to better see his eyes. "What was that?"

"I was wondering what time it was. And also thinking aloud that you're beautiful," Xavier tacked onto the end when the corner of your mouth twitched. But he was right though; getting dressed and out of bed was probably a good idea. Pulling away from the hug, you leaned across his lap to grab your phone and your t-shirt that had ended up tossed over Xavier's bedside table.

"You're not too bad yourself, Sweetheart. Can I borrow a pair of sweatpants?" Though somewhat preoccupied with turning your t-shirt inside out and pulling it over your head, you caught a glimpse of Xavier blushing at the pet-name. "Five seconds ago, your face was buried between my tits, but 'Sweetheart' makes you blush?"

"Shut up. 'S different," Xavier mumbled in response, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and locating his pants. "Did you check the time?"

"Eleven and some change. You're still dripping out of me." You ran two fingers over the fluids leaking out your pussy and held them up as evidence. Preoccupied with pulling his sweatpants over his hips, Xavier was not paying attention, so you stuck them in your mouth instead. "Do you have tissues or a washcloth or something?"

"Um, yeah. One second." Xavier tossed you a box of Kleenex, followed by the pair of pants you had worn the night before. "Do you need anything else?"

"Not really." You cleaned yourself up as best as possible with the tissues, then pulled up your panties, followed by your pants, grimacing at the slightly sticky feeling. You grabbed your phone, confirmed you hadn't forgotten anything, then gave Xavier a quick kiss on the cheek. "Mostly a change of clothes and a shower."

"Yeah, okay. Meet me in the cafeteria for lunch?" Xavier pulled you back from his door into a more forceful goodbye kiss.

You smiled against his lips, then pulled away, opening the door out of his dorm. "Yeah, see you in fifteen."

[lesbianbitchforu]

Damn, Your Insane! - Ellie Williams/Abby Anderson Fanfic - Minors DNI! Author insert, Mentions of death, BETRAYAL, smut, spanking play, fingering, also action and cursing FEMALE READERS ONLY! Enjoy!

Ellie only opens the blinds to her window, blinding my eyes, making me groan in annoyance. "Why did you open the blinds?" I complained, Ellie only chuckles and picks me up, making me squeal in surprise.

"Hey, put me down!" I tell her, only to have her kiss me on the nose. "Your so fucking cute. But we gotta go, we got a patrol today." Ellie told me, setting me down gently, I only sighed, nodding.

"Where to this time? The mall? The theater?" I asked, putting on my black vest under my white T-shirt, checking my black sweats. I fixed my black and red Nikes shoes, sighing as Ellie looked at me.

"What?" I asked, chuckling a bit as she slowly raised her hand from her left black jeans pocket, handing me a note.

'Hidden Valley Cave.' It read.

I slowly looked up at Ellie, shaking my head at her. "No....I can't go back there....Not with Abby still lurking around..." I say, tossing the note on the bed.

"Wait, what did you do?" Ellie asked finally catching on, her eyes staring into mine.

I only looked at her with my good eye, my heartbeat quickens.

The tension between us was getting thicker, but Ellie CAN'T know I killed her friends, even after what Abby had done to her.

Raising my dagger higher, Ellie only charged at me, I swiftly dodge her rush, stepping off to the side. "It was you that night. You killed her, you killed Taylor, your own fucking friend..." Ellie murmured, swinging a fist at my jaw, her knuckles connected with the side of my jaw, making me stumble back into her desk.

"You fucking traitor!! You lied to me, your the one who nearly killed Jade last night!!" Ellie screamed, kicking me in the stomach, making me hit the wall behind me, I only grunt in pain, still clutching my dagger. "It was for revenge....For Abby!" I yell, landing a punch on Ellie's chin, watching her stumble back.

"Oh, so I was a side piece, huh? Or was I your fucking target?" Ellie asked, taking out her larger black dagger.

"As you said before, I'm a traitor, bitch..." I spat, about to swing at Ellie, but the front door swung open, making us hear a thud.

Ellie only looked behind me, her eyes harden in anger.

Then a familiar hand landed on my shoulder.

Abby.

~Time-Skip: 1pm~

My eyes harden as I looked at Ellie's now unconscious body on the ground before me, Abby stood in front of me, hovering over Ellie, sweat dripping down her face.

My hand slowly reached towards Abby's, my heartbeat quickens as Abby turned towards me and picked me up without a word, running past the shed and down the tunnel. I buried my face in her chest, shutting my eyes and hiding my blush from her.

~Time-Skip: 5pm, Abby's Hideout~

"So, you did what I asked, huh?~" Abby asked pinning me down on the couch, not caring that I was fully naked beneath her. "Of course I did. I wouldn't fail you." I added, gaining a chuckle from Abby herself as she slides 2 fingers deep in my pussy, ignoring the grunt of pain I made.

"But you missed one thing...." She murmured, pulling her fingers away and flipping me on my stomach, holding both of my arms behind my back with one of her hands pinning my wrists. "What? What are you talking about?" I asked, only to feel a painful slap on my ass, making me groan in pain.

"The hickeys on your neck tell another story....You let her fuck you." Abby whispered in my ear, slapping my ass again, the sting lasting longer than the first one. "You let her have MY pussy....That's mine, not her's..." She whispered again, slapping my ass again, making me whimper. "Your gonna pay for that..." She murmured, sliding 3 fingers inside of my pussy, pounding hard against me, making me moan in pleasure.

"You like that, you little slut?" She asked, the word 'slut' sending heat through my body, I felt ashamed and embarrassed.

I only whimper in response, Abby only relished that, chuckling as she slowly kissed down my neck and back.

"I'm just getting started, Skii~"

Wait, what?

[lunaji]

Nametagged, mine.

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre: Mature 18+ (MDNI)

Warnings: /below the cut/

Synopsis: See photo below cut

Word count: 4.4k

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Warnings: explicit smut, piv, unprotected sex, swearing, degrading, dom!Chan, sub!Reader, oral (m receiving), hickeys, fingering (f receiving), cum swallowing, spitting, hair pulling, spanking, Seungmin is HELLA possessive, names such as slut, whore, bitch and pup are used so if you are uncomfortable with that be aware!

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Kim Seungmin was intoxicating, and nothing short of it. The liquor you had shot burned the back of your throat, made you scrunch your face up, contorted as you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, cleaning up and dribbles of alcohol left behind was no match for how he made you feel.

But, the way your boyfriend's eyes drilled into you, watching your every move as you flirted with the men at the bar for free drinks made you shiver with the thrill of what kind of punishment you would be enduring when you went home. Your home, with Seungmin, who was the only man you’d had eyes for since dating him. 

That didn’t stop you from winding him up. The joy you received as you saw your boyfriend's face contorted with anger, jealousy and possessiveness was enough to send shooting waves of arousal straight to your pussy.

That, and the way he fucked you so good, leaving you unable to remember what your name was, what year you were living in, the only words you could mutter being his own name, as you laid completely fucked out in your shared bed, covered in marks from bites, bruises and scratches from the almost animalistic sex you two had in the wake of his jealous endeavours. 

The male before you had his hand trailing your thigh, your red dress was sat neatly just above your pants, if you’d moved even the slightest, you would’ve flashed the entire club. Your hand rested against your cheek as you leant on the bar top next to you, your finger twirling your hair around in a trance to the man before you - the bar was sticky with spilt drinks and sweat, but the alcohol in your system was too overbearing for you to care.

You also didn’t know his name ; didn’t care for it either. He wasn’t the man you’d be going home with, so why did it matter to know a useless piece of information such as his name. You fluttered your eyelashes as you were handed another drink, courtesy of the desperate male in front of you, thanking him with a sickly sweet tone, before you stood, smoothing your dress. 

“Thankyou for the drinks, you know where you can find me.” You purred, your voice rising in his ears as a thrill of chase almost, his hand lingering on your waist, a ghost of a touch as you swayed your hips, turning on your heel to find the very man you knew you wanted. Seungmin was leant against the bar on the opposite end of the club, his fist was tightly curled as he gritted his teeth at you, his jaw tense. 

“Finished your fun?” He asked, his words weren’t particularly harsh, but you knew from the way his eyes bored into your drink, that you had successfully wound him up. 

“Not yet, I was thinking of maybe-“ you were abruptly cut off as you felt his hand squeeze you tightly against his chest, constricting your movement completely.

“No, you are finished with your fun.” He stated, grip on your waist metal clamped as his breath slowly trailed down your neck, “do I need to remind you of who you belong to?” He hummed in your ear, his teeth nipping gently at the lobe as you let out a sweet, unsuspecting gasp, the slick in your panties already embarrassing at how quickly he could turn you on. You might’ve thought you were in control, but he really had the reins, pulling and pushing you with everything you could give him. 

He seemed satisfied with your reaction, as he stood up straight, taking your hand in his as you downed your drink, placing the glass on the bar as best as you could whilst Seungmin dragged you to the door of the stuffy nightclub. You knew exactly what the rest of the night entailed. 

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Waking up in the morning was never a necessarily fun task after your early hours activities, mainly because of the headache you were nursing after drinking yet again too much, but also the dull ache between your legs, the faint sting of handprints on your thighs, ass and throat, the many decorated hickeys littering your skin made every second of it worthwhile.

You reached over to your nightstand to grab the paracetamol and water Seungmin always left you for the day, which you were always silently thankful for, popping them into your mouth and swallowing with difficulty, the feeling of being choked still lingered on your windpipe. Grimacing, you managed to finally get the tablets down, as you laid back in the bed, hand resting over your eyes as you groaned at the feeling of your head spinning. 

“Y/N?” A trill voice called out to you, one that sounded way too happy to be awake at 8:30am. You hummed in response, as you felt the bed dip next to you, a hand peeling your own from you face as you blinked slowly at your boyfriend above you, registering his presence, “I have a gift for you.” He spoke with a hint of deviance in his voice, one that made you furrow your brows as you moved to sit up, wincing at the throbbing ache in your head. 

“You didn’t have to.” You replied, as Seungmin shook his head, holding out the box to you, which was decorated with a pretty satin bow. You shook it gently, hearing the contents jingle as you looked to Seungmin with a brow raised. 

Seungmin simply shrugged, acting as if he didn’t know what was in the box as you turned your attention back to opening it. You were delicate with the bow, untying it as you lifted the box lid slowly, revealing a black suede collar, adorned with mini, sparkling gems and a bell.

Your mouth dropped in shock as you stared down the item in the box, your head turning to Seungmin as you struggled to find words to speak. You’d had a conversation a few weeks prior to kinks, an in depth one where you spoke about the possibility of being ‘owned’, but you didn’t think he’d act upon it. 

“This is for you to remember who you belong to when we’re out. Because you can’t seem to understand that simple piece of knowledge.” Seungmin explained, his face sporting a subtle smirk as you gulped. You’d be lying if this didn’t turn you on, and you nodded, looking back at the collar, taking it out of the box now, to properly inspect it. “I also have this. In case you really want to show everyone who’s girl you are.” 

In his hand, he held a name tag, one that was very clearly showing his name on, as he dangled it in front of you, like a toy for an animal. Your breathing must’ve hitched, because feeling Seungmin’s thumb across your lips made you let out a long exhale of breath, gasping in air to replace what you’d lost, which he took as an opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth, pressing down lightly on your tongue as you let out a small whimper, earning a hum of teasing from Seungmin. “You’re so needy, I love it.” His words were so condescending, but damn, was he correct. 

“When we go out tonight, you’re wearing this. Understood?” His words were more of a demand than a question, one which had you nodding as you crawled into his lap, placing the collar on the bed beside you as you draped your arms over his shoulders lazily, feeling his own find haven immediately on your waist, your lips finding each others in a slow, sensual kiss that had you rolling your hips into him for relief.

His hands toyed with the hem of his shirt you adorned, screwing it up in bunches beneath his fists, his tongue now forcing you to open your mouth, surrendering to him as he explored the inside of your cheeks, biting softly down on your own tongue, drawing a small moan from you. 

“You’ll have to wait until later, if you want me.” Asshole, you thought, but all you could do was sigh, a small whimper of hope lost leaving your lips as he moved you off of him, smoothing out his outfit which you had now recognised as his work attire, before he leant down to kiss you on the forehead gently, a stark contrast to how he was treating you not only hours before as you reached to squeeze him arm, longing for him to stay with you a little longer, before he was heading to the door, pushing his shoes on as you laid back in bed, arm draped over the side of it as you looked to the collar next to you : a symbol of territory. A symbol you were his. 

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The evenings were always your favourite time of the day. That specific time of day where people chased the last rays of daylight before the night fell, but it also meant another thing : Seungmin was home from work. You hummed softly to yourself as you got ready in front of the mirror, straightening your sparkly, black sequinned dress out, spritzing perfume on your wrists and behind your ears and neck, the one Seungmin loved specifically, as you made sure to double check everything.

Your eyes phased to the desk behind you in the mirror, as you turned around, picking up the small box adorning the collar in, and held it close to your chest, smiling softly to yourself as you shut your eyes and took in the moment of peace. 

The soft click of the front door brought you back to earth as you felt slender arms wrap around your waist, lips pressed against your neck as you sighed in content, your body melting into the man behind you as you felt the hairs on your neck stand up. 

“I missed you. You smell amazing.” He hummed into your ear, as he peered over your shoulder, “need help?”

“Please, Min.” 

Careful hands moved from your waist, and took the collar from the box in front of you, unclipping the buckle as you moved your hair to the side for him to place it around your neck, a wince leaving you as you felt the cold leather on your skin. He took his time, making sure to savour this moment, as your breathing accelerated as you felt the tight pinch of the buckle constricting your neck.

Not enough to choke, but enough to know it was there at all times. You watched in the mirror as Seungmin furrowed his brows, concentrating in making sure it was secure, before he pushed your hands away, turning to look at you through the reflection. 

“It suits you, being mine.” His breath tickled your skin and you bit your lips at his words. He knew it drove you insane hearing him speak that way, and quite honestly, he loved the reaction it bubbled inside you. “I’ll get ready, wait for me in the lounge.” He hummed, letting his grip on your shoulder loosen as you nodded, slinking away to the lounge, picking up a pair of heels from the hallway, leaning on the couch arm to tighten the straps around your ankles. The weekend meant you got to have Seungmin for a full 3 days, and you loved it.

 You wondered how the collar would change the dynamics in your relationship though. Would it enable you to be even brattier? You smirked to yourself as you felt a hand on your ass land a slap, as you yelped. 

“Let’s get going, doll.” He had his keys in his hand already as he looked to you expectantly as you followed his steps like a lost puppy to the door. The night would probably end up how it usually did: you flirting with men for drinks, Seungmin building an ego high enough to fuck the living soul out of you to remind you of your place, and then snuggled up close to him as you fell asleep in his arms.

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Except, it wasn’t going that way at all. You were on your third drink of the evening, and Seungmin wasn’t at his usual place at the bar. You tried to focus on the bartender in front of you, who was currently spewing nonsense from his mouth, nothing of which you were genuinely taking in. Your ears were ringing from the loud bass playing on the speakers as your leg jumped nervously. 

Was he hurt? You shook your head at the thought, sipping through the straw in your drink, wincing at the strength of your drink, which wasn’t uncommon to you, considering you didn’t really like the taste, more the effects it had.

It was only when you’d checked the dancefloor, which was crammed full of hot, sweaty bodies, the bathrooms, back at the bar, even the booths that panic started to set in. Had he left you here alone? You gulped as you headed to the fire exit, pushing past people as you made your way out into the bitter air, into the smoking area, slumping down on the bench as you rubbed your arms to make warmth for yourself.

You focused on keeping your breathing steady as a male approached you, sitting next to you, tipping to the side in a drunken state as he lolled his head on your shoulder, looking up to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you alone out here?” His breath smelt of cheap whiskey as you cringed, suddenly very aware of your surroundings as you looked to him. 

“I’m just getting some air.”

“Well.. no fear, I’m here to entertain.” 

You sighed, pushing your hair back as you leant away from the man, who’s hands pulled you back, earning a huff of annoyance from your chest. His laugh rang in your ears as you tried to pull away, but steel hands gripped your wrist. 

“Please- seriously let go.” 

“You tease, you were sat here with your legs open practically, come ‘ere.”

“Please- I said-“

“She said let go.” A voice broke the tension as you felt the grip on your wrist disappear, instead now replaced by a firm, familiar arm around your waist, guiding you up. “Are you deaf? Or blind for that matter. You see this?” Seungmin’s hand pulled at the collar at your neck, “she’s taken.” His words bit into the cold air, as he didn’t give the man a second thought, pulling you back into the club, towards the bathroom as you stumbled trying to keep up with his insistence. 

“Hey wait, you can’t just- Seungmin!” You shouted above the music, as you dug your heels in. 

“I wouldn’t advise that.” 

“You can’t just leave me alone and then come back and pretend to be my knight in shining armour.” 

“What would you prefer? A creep touching you up?”

“I’d like an explanation as to where you fucking went-“ you couldn’t finish that sentence as you felt your back push harshly against the wall of the bathroom. Somehow in your frenzy, Seungmin had managed to get you both into the disabled stall of the small unisex bathroom, locking the door behind him in haste as you struggled to find words to speak. 

He was everywhere. His scent driving you insane, the cologne he wore sent your head spiralling. His hands too - one snaked around your waist, bucking your hips into him before it began its descent south, as the other pressed around your throats pressure points, choking you lightly as he rose a brow at you. His face had annoyance, no, seethe written across it as you felt yourself go dizzy with the constricted air you were being given. 

“You’re a slut, y/n. Maybe I shouldn’t even use your name. You don’t deserve that right now.” His words felt like a knife of pain in your chest, but, they turned you on like no tomorrow. “I saw you had your legs open for him, think he can fuck you better?”

“N-no, Min, they weren’t open for him, only for you, I'm a good girl.” Tears rolled down your cheeks from your eyes as you felt his hand dive into your pants, his finger swiping your already wet folds, as he tutted, his face almost saying, act like it.

“Does this really turn you on?” He mocked, his finger circling your clit agonisingly slow as you moaned softly, rolling your hips into his hand, before he snapped it back, a small ‘nuh-uh’ leaving his lips as he let them attach to your own, kissing you deeply as you writhed in his grip, legs squeezing around his arm as you desperately craved some kind of contact to ease the ache of your horny state. 

“My pup, so fucking needy. Good job you have a collar to remind you of your place.” He smirked, his finger now focusing on your hole, dipping the tip of it teasingly into you as you begged him with your eyes to do something, anything. “Use your words.” His hand slowly moved to push your dress up your legs and hips, exposing enough of your underwear for his liking. His hand pushed it to the side slowly, as he waited for you to reply. 

“Please Min- I’ll be good. Please just use your fingers, anything.” You begged, as you reached your own hands out to wrap around his back, clawing at his shirt lightly, crying out as you felt him plunge two fingers without warning into your dripping cunt, the obscene noises of squelching filling the stall as you buried your head into his shoulder, the hand that was holding your throat now moving to lift your head up and to the side. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Couldn’t even wait until you got home.” He breathed into your ear, his fingers picking up their pace as his thumb joined in on rubbing circles on your swollen clit, his lips attacking your neck with a litter of hickeys, your legs feeling like jelly as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Hear that?” He murmured against your skin, “that’s all for me. You’re mine. You understand basic terminology right? Mine.” 

I can’t quite hear you, is what you wanted to desperately say, bite back at him in the bratty way you knew how to be. But, the way he spoke to you like you were dumb sent you into a frenzy, your head tipped back against the wall, tears cascaded your cheeks as you felt your high increase rapidly by the second. 

“Pleas-e, I’m so close.” You hushed, as you heard movement outside the stall, the rustle of the lock being tried startling you as seungmin growled against your neck, his teeth catching your flesh as he moved his hand to bang on the door. 

“It’s fucking occupied.” He shouted, his fingers stilling inside you, as you clenched around him, desperate as you felt your high slip away from you. The sounds of someone grumbling then walking away symbolised that you were alone again, Seungmin turning your face, which was already showing you fucked out, to his, kissing you chastely on the lips, pulling his fingers from you and bringing them to your lips. “Suck.” 

You complied immediately, opening your mouth to take his fingers in, swirling your tongue around them as a small, throaty groan came from Seungmin, you still wanted to tease him, even if you were in a very submissive position. You bit down lightly, as he raised his brow at your brattiness. 

He pulled you away from the wall, pulling your underwear off and down your legs, letting them dangle on your ankle. You clung to his chest, your fists balling his shirt tightly as he worked his zipper and button of his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free. You gulped as he hooked his hands under your ass, hoisting you up as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your back pushed against the wall as Seungmin hummed in thought, before he spoke. 

“Spit in your hand, then touch my dick like a good slut.” You whimpered at his order, as you brought your hand to your mouth, spitting slowly as you let the saliva trail into your palm, winding Seungmin up even more as he huffed impatiently, his hand still on your ass connecting a stinging slap to the flesh as you squeaked at the sensation. Your hand made light work of wrapping around his cock, slowly stroking your spit up and down, coating him enough as you licked your lips.

“You should thank me for this. It’s an honour to fuck me.” 

“For what? I was having you tonight whether it was here or at home. You should be thanking me for forgiving you for being a needy whore.” 

You simply hummed at his response, moving your hand to feign a yawn, acting uninterested as Seungmin let a long breath out, grabbing his cock with his hand, lining it up with your hole before pushing in without warning, the hand you’d used to pretend to yawn with, now clasped desperately over your mouth as you choked back a scream. The stretch was incredibly fast, not even enough time was given for you to react to the way you felt him split you in half almost. 

“Brats don’t get to adjust, you take what I give you, look at me.” He said, his hips had already set an unforgiving pace into your sloppy cunt, your breathing erratic as you could feel the tiles behind you dig imprints into your body, your legs squeezing tightly around Seungmin’s body, his hands were over you again, one fondling your breast as the other held you up beneath your ass still as your dropped your head, panting at the overstimulation. 

He snapped your head up by pulling on your collar, “you really should listen to orders, eyes on me.” His words sounded like a slur to you as all you could do was concentrate on the orgasm bubbling in your guts, along with the delicious feeling of Seungmin’s cock tip brushing your g-spot each time he rammed up into you. Your eyelids fluttered to stay open, your nails digging into Seungmin’s shoulder blades, earning a hiss from the male. “You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine. You understand?” Smack. Your ass stung as you felt his hand spank you again, “not the bartenders, not the guy in the smoking area. Mine. My girl.” 

All you could do was whimper and nod your head, the words shooting to your core as you clenched tightly around Seungmin’s cock, feeling and hearing his shaky breath, his hips chasing his inevitable high as you felt the hot feeling of your orgasm on the brink of tipping, so dangerously close to coming undone on his cock buried deep into you.

You tried to warn him, with a squeak as you came with a loud moan, without his permission, making it even harder to keep quiet. You didn’t care if anyone heard anymore, your whole body shaking in complete pleasure, coming completely and unapologetically around Seungmin’s cock. 

“I don’t remember telling you that you could cum. Next time you wear this collar, you're wearing the tag, I’m making sure everyone knows, you’ll be nametagged, mine.” Seungmin growled as he pulled your head back with his hand, a fistful of hair clenched in it as you whined, unable to control your hips as they rolled into him, your legs twitching at the overstimulation.

“You’re so dumb, look at you. Fucked out from me in a bathroom stall.” He smirked, pulling his cock from you, and pushing you down to your knees, his cock in his hand as he pumped it a few times, tapping the tip at your lips. 

You knew what he wanted, as you opened your mouth, taking him in immediately, as he used one hand to cup your cheek, the other still holding your hair as he fucked himself into your throat, gagging noises ringing through the stall, along with Seungmin’s throaty groans, turning into insistent moans, chasing his own orgasm as you could feel the twitch of his cock, indicating he was close. 

“Fuck- y/n I’m going to-“ before he could finish, you felt the splash of his cum on your tongue and down your throat, as he pressed his cock deep into you, your eyes welled with fresh tears, as you took him completely.

Once he’d made sure he’d finished, he pulled out, holding your chin, “hold it. Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you.” He murmured, helping you up to your feet as he tucked his cock back into his boxers, doing his trousers up, and helping you work your dress back down, not bothering to put your pants back on as he tucked your underwear in his back pocket. 

He held the door to the stool open as you wobbled to the sink, gripping it tightly with your hands to steady yourself as you caught glimpse of your state. Your face was stained with mascara ridden tears, your lipstick smeared over yours and Seungmin’s lips. 

Seungmin hummed from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he smiled at you through the mirror : a very similar image to the previous hours before at home. He made sure to tuck your modesty back into the top of your dress as he concentrated on smoothing you down, his hand now resting on your shoulder, rubbing gentle patterns into it. There was only so much aftercare he could do in a nightclub bathroom, so he noted to make sure he doted on you twice the amount at home. 

“Look at you, wearing that collar. Should’ve got it sooner for you.” He pressed a kiss to your neck as you breathed deeply, “oh. You can swallow.” He mentioned, as you nodded, gulping down the rest of his cum, before you turned the tap on to splash water on your face and in your mouth, cleaning it enough so you could turn to kiss him. Your lips danced together as your hands wrapped around his neck, your ass pressed on the sink behind you. 

“I love you.” His words felt like whiplash, but in the best way possible. 

“I love you too, only you.” 

“What do you say, we take this home and try out the lead that comes with this?” Seungmin asked against your lips, foreheads together now, the collar between his fingers as you nodded eagerly, already dragging him to the door as you heard his laughter behind you. 

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You’d never been so sore in your life the next morning, but you wore with pride the souvenir of a collar to remember who you belonged to. Seungmin.

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