#sopping wet original thoughts

[brabyland]

everybody's drinking tonight 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[viva-la-bohemia]

The Aftermath

“Come on, get up.”

Lark groaned and clasped the outstretched hand of g-man, his gun-buddy, the man he had done Fortnite dances with at prom while nick and marco laughed from the side Grant Wilson to pull himself up. He looked around slowly at his friends co-workers and made a mental note to take care of the definite concussion that he had. Grant was unloading and reloading his handgun, a nervous tick that had somehow become normalized over the years. TJ, the man who got drunk with him for the first time on the roof of DADDIES and took all the blame when darryl found them, the man that convinced him to be the Ryan to his Sharpay in bop to the top when they auditioned for mamma mia in high school Terry’s glasses were broken in both lenses somehow, and he was flexing his arm in the way that he had done ever since his elbow had gotten popped out of the socket, oh so many years ago.

Lark’s brother was sat on the stairs, twisting his ring and glaring at his shoelaces, for some reason, as if he wanted to ground them into next month. Lark couldn’t quite say he disagreed with the sentiment. The next time he saw his nephew, ooh boy. No more late night Uncle-Lark-Can’t-Sleep-And-You-Spend-Too-Much-Time-Hyperfixating-On-Random-Shit-So-We’re-Going-To-Get-Ice-Cream trips, that was for sure.

He was snapped out of his stewing by Grant lightly hitting him in the arm.

“What the hell even happened, man?”

Lark dragged a hand across his face. “Nick’s kid broke the glass on the Whale’s tank,” Sparrow and Terry’s heads both snapped to him. Lark winced. “And then I ran in, slipped, fell into the tank, and shattered it.”

Grant’s jaw was practically on the floor. “Holy shit dude, how are you even moving right now?”

Lark smirked. “Dunno, but what I do know is that I’m gonna kill that teenager.”

The walk to the parking lot was silent, none of them wanting to actually admit that they had gotten their asses handed to them by their own kids. Lark pushed the door open into the parking lot, sopping wet, sore, and pissed.

He locked onto the kids and opened his mouth, about to relish in the rare gift that was yelling obscenities and Sparrow not scolding him for it. However, his joy and anger vanished quickly and his mouth closed with an audible click.

From behind him, Lark vaguely heard Grant’s gun drop onto the pavement in surprise and Sparrow gasp out a “holy shit”. Then Terry let out an anguished sob and Lark thought that that about summed it up.

their captor, the mean one, the head purple robe, the one who forgot to feed them, the one that tried to kill their dads, the one that tried to kill “spare-ow” because having two backups was unnecessary, the one that gave him his first scar that even henry didn’t know about, ron’s deadbeat dad that tried to kill his own son, the one who killed a man in front of his nephew, the one manipulating terry’s daughter

Willy.

Willy Stampler was holding the headless body of the very sixteen-year-old that Lark had been planning to yell at until he was blue in the face. Like watching a train crash, he followed the trail of blood to Taylor Swift’s head at the feet of Scary Marlowe, who was gripping a net so tight that her knuckles were white. Her jeans were splattered with blood. She looked horrified, and mere seconds away from sobbing.

Normally Swallows-Oak-Garcia normie, norm, his nephew, his star, his kiddo, his ice cream partner, Teeny the Teen was shrieking nonsensically on the ground, his knees appearing to have given out entirely, and he pulled at his hair as tears streamed down his face.

Lincoln Li-Wilson link, his godson, the kid who he’d watched take his first steps, the kid who’d somehow gotten taller than him in the years that he’d been banned from the Li-Wilson household, in all of his six-foot-three glory, was glaring at Willy with an intensity that could’ve killed a man.

Lark wondered why he hadn’t jumped at the man already, and then saw the cause. He was supporting the small DC-obsessed kid, the one that had spent two months monologuing himself into identity crisis after identity crisis and also apparently had a crush on his nephew? who was leaning his entire body weight on the taller kid, face blank except for a few stray tears working their way down.

Willy looked bored. Taylor’s body thumped on the ground as he checked his watch. “Ugh. I really thought that this would be faster, huh kiddo? Guess some parents just don’t care.”

Scary Marlowe teresa, terry the third, terry jr jr, the emo one, mini-him, edgelord supreme, the one he somehow knew the least even though they had sat at the same table at the wedding squeaked.

Her fingers flew free from their fisted prisons and Lark could see both the indent of the netting and the bloody crescents from her nails etched into her palms.

The net dropped heavily onto Taylor’s head (Lark choked back the bile rising in his throat) and his stupid pork-pie hat tipped off and onto Scary’s shoes.

Normal had stopped shrieking and was full-on sobbing into the ground. And then Row, his better side, his beautiful half, his twin, his six-minutes-older brother, the man that had saved his life time over time, the man that had taken him in without a second thought when he realized that Lark was sleeping on the streets, Sparrow Oak-Garcia stepped forward. His foot caught on a loose piece of gravel and it skittered across the blacktop, catching the attention of everyone.

Lark managed to drag his eyes away from the decapitated child in front of him and lock them onto Sparrow as he addressed the children with what he hoped would be their saving grace.

“Would this be a bad time to say I told you so?”

[journey-to-the-attic]

zhao and ik get nightbrought and lucifer goes NUTS on simon istg. he gets so angry that he’d have created a second satan until mammon (somehow) calms him down and reminds him to think rationally.

(he gets all emotional holding ik’s little sweater that he had just finished ironing earlier that day)

without mammon they'd have to straight up sedate him somehow, because losing his adopted teen is awful enough in the jtta timeline - but losing both his husband AND their small daughter in ddvd is a hair's breadth from breaking him entirely, especially given there's literally nothing he can do about it

it'd take a good week for him to fully calm down from having gone absolutely crazy, and after that he's just Sad. when they decide that solomon will have to go get him alone, he gets it, but he is SO pissed off nevertheless. fully tells solomon that if he's not bringing his family back in one piece, he shouldn't bother coming back at all

also i just had a thought (not directly related but)... what if zhao's wedding ring was the ring of light..... the absolute Implications when past lucifer sees it. sure zhao can lie, but i feel like lucifer absolutely wouldn't be fooled by that

[joelletwo]

#Lake toya in takasugis hands............... (gets covid abt it on my walk)

#jumpscared covid about sugi's hands on lake toya every time

#<- just repeating these tags every single time. SUGI'S FAGGY LITTLE BLOODLUST GIGGLE WHEN HE SEES GINTOKI#AND HAS LAKE TOYA IN HIS HANDS. MAKES ME GET INSTANT COVID

[these are all my tags] promethean trials

[nanivinsmoke]

Spring break

Geto x Gojo x F!Reader

oh yall already know this gone be some freak nasty shit! these two fuckers in one fic with each other? oh yeah, you might as well submit. enjoy~!

summary ~ it’s spring break, time to have fun and unwind, and to get stuffed….

warnings and tags ~ fingering, overstimulation, car sex (fingering only), squirting, multiple orgasms, public sex, blow job (rough), creampie (mouth) jealousy, friends with benefits, part two will have so much more~.

words ~ 2.6k

twelve days. twelve whole days you’ll be with the two of them.

originally there were going to be six of you, but everybody bailed last minute; except those two. you were upset that not everyone was coming, but you were glad you were at least going to be with your two best friends. you needed this vacation, you needed to destress and keep your mind off work. you were here to have fun, and nothing was going to ruin it.

the three of you were packed into the black comfortable suv that geto rented, with you in the passenger seat, gojo in the back sleeping and geto driving. the drive to your vacation spot was long and every three hours you guys would rotate, so the each of you would have driven and the other two could rest.

but, you couldn’t sleep and it was all thanks to him. his thick finger pumped in and out of your sopping wet pussy, while keeping his eyes on the road. your shorts, along with your panties, were slightly pulled down to give him better access to your warm cunt, your slick dripping onto the car’s crème brule colored seat. soft moans escaping your plump lips as he curled his fingers, rubbing against your spot.

“shhh, we don’t want you waking him up in the back. wouldn’t want him to catch me playing with this sweet pussy, now would we?~” his voice low and deep, pinching your swollen clit, glancing at you from his peripheral. you shook your head and placed your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“good girl. now, cum for daddy~” he pushed his fingers back inside of you, pumping hard and fast; guiding you to your orgasm. and you came hard too, biting your hand to stop the loud moan that escaped your throat. he slowly continued to finger your cunt, before pulling out—leaving you breathless and drained while he licked your sweet cum from his fingers.

you sat in your seat, in a orgasmic daze—trying to catch your breath, while gojo began to stir in his sleep. his crystal blue eyes opened and he sat up with a yawn, making geto look in the rear view mirror. “gps says we should be there in ten minutes,” he spoke like read his mind, glancing at you with a smirk etched on his face.

you knew that in those ten minutes that you were fucked.

———

the house the three of you rented was huge, it had three big bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms, a huge infinity pool, a jacuzzi on the deck, a movie room and a bar in the basement. these twelve days were going to be memorable.

dropping your suitcase and luggage down into the bedroom you picked out, you plopped on the soft king sized bed—face deep into the pillows, mind still clouded with thoughts of geto and you in the car. just the thought of gojo catching the both of you, had you pressing your legs together as that familiar throbbing sensation reappeared.

what would gojo do? what would he say if he saw his best friend getting finger fucked by his other best friend? would he join in? make geto pull the car over so they could stuff you with their cocks?

before you know it, your hands have found their way into your shorts; rubbing your sensitive clit and dipping into your wet hole. with your eyes being closed, you didn’t see the spiky haired white male appear in your room; amused to see you playing with yourself, but shocked to hear you moan his and geto’s name. he softly closes the door behind him, startling you.

“so what I saw in the car, wasn’t my imagination? im a little jealous you let geto of all people play with that pretty pussy.” so he did see everything. you said nothing and only kept your eyes on him, a little shy that you were caught playing with yourself. a smirked eased onto his face as he sat on the bed in front of your spread legs, eyes dropping to your clothed cunt, then back up to your eyes.

“idiot only let you cum once too. no wonder you want more.” his eyes low and lidded, his hands softly tracing your bare thigh, sending flutters to your pussy. his hands slowly make its way to the middle of your shorts, rubbing the area where your clit hid underneath. you let out a breath of air, amazed at how easily he found your clit, pressing on it hard enough where it sent shivers up your spine.

“let me teach you how many times a woman should cum,” he unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them down with your help and tossed them to the other side of the room.

a whistle left his mouth and he smirked, “whew, you’ve been waiting for this? so wet for me already~” his hands rubbed on the outline of your puffy lips, the deep stain of your slick that soiled your panties—stuck against the tips of his fingers. “gojo~” you whined, wanting him to stop teasing and push his fingers inside—or to put something else in.

a chuckle escaped his lips, “so needy for me~.” he pulled the soaked fabric aside, your puffy lips glistening from your slick. he took a second to admire how pretty your cunt looked, before his lips attached to your clit—sucking and swirling his tongue on it. your hands immediately latched onto his winter white locks, pushing him deeper into your cunt.

he mumbled against your wetness, the vibrations made your clit throb while moans spilled from your plump lips. he pushed two of his long fingers into your aching hole, causing you to gasp. “oh fuck gojo!” you moaned loudly, making him detach from your clit— slick all over his lips. “want geto to hear your slut noises? want him to come in here and catch me two—three fingers deep inside of you?” he pushed another finger inside of you, stretching your hole.

you wanted to scream from the sensation, his long digits rubbing against your spot with each pump—your cunt clenching around him crazily. “did you just get wetter from that? so fucking nasty” he reattached his lips to your clit, pumping inside of you faster. that ball in your stomach was getting bigger by the second and you so desperately wanted to cum—no needed to cum for him.

“so close, g’na cum for you” you breathe out, rotating your hips against his lips. he began to swirl his tongue in a different manner—shivers and jolts of excitement being sent up your spine. and by the time you realized he was spelling his name on your clit, that ball exploded inside of you—with you coming undone underneath him.

he slurped and sucked, fingers still pumping inside of you, making sure that he didn’t waste not one drop of your sweet cum—pulling away with a trail of slick following him. “mhm, only got to the letter ‘u’. don’t get too comfortable now, sweetheart” gojo didn’t even let you recuperate before he slid you between his legs, his boner pressing into the top of your ass.

you tried to reach around to palm him through his pants, but he stopped you—looking down at you with a smirk. “not yet, princess. not until i get you to cum until you can’t anymore.” his words caused you to gulp and you looked away from his hypnotizing eyes, looking at his big hands that hovered over your mound.

“which feels better. one—“ he circles your clit with two fingers and pinches your nipple with the other hand, a mewl leaving your lips, before continuing. “—or two” he moves his hands from your clit and pushes them back into your cunt, arousal immediately coating his fingers. you rock your hips into his hand, wanting—no needing more. and when he didn’t hear your answer, he removed his fingers, making you whine in response.

“let daddy know which one feels better, princess. now one or two” he repeated himself, this time he curled his fingers on the second one, while his palm sat on your clit; adding pressure to it. “two! oh my god, two~.” he chuckled and began pumping his thick fingers in and out of your sloppy, wet cunt—his palm rubbing on your clit adding double pleasure for you.

the sounds of your moans and your sex squelching, echoed throughout the room. he was pumping in and out of you like a madman, hitting your spot each time. and you were getting close, so so close. “cum all over daddy’s fingers. let daddy feel how that pretty pussy cum’s for him, kay’?” you nodded your head, pussy clenching around his fingers rapidly before you let go once again.

his fingers didn’t move from your cunt, no matter how much you squeezed your legs together. “can’t. too much—please, satoru~” you whimpered, looking at the sloppy mess you were making—slick mixed with your cream staining the sheets underneath you. “one more baby, cum for me just one more time. daddy wants to see you cum for him, one more time~”

fuck, it was so easy to listen to every word he said. you wanted to obey him. to cum for him on his command. to let him see how messy you were. to see how much you wanted him to fuck you senseless in the mattress. he pumped inside you faster, rotating his fingers around—stretching you more and more. his palm, now covered in your slick, continued to rub on your clit.

your walls squeezed around his fingers, with you cumming harder than the last. this time it was more intense—a clear stream of your fluid flowing out, dampening the bed even more. “yes, that’s it baby. that’s what daddy wanted, good girl” his pace quickened and you could feel yourself going insane as he drained you.

your body jolted and convulsed as you released, even when nothing came out. eyes rolled back and hands gripping onto the bed. you didn’t even notice that satoru left your room, leaving you to sit in the puddle of your cum.

———

day two.

you were trying so hard to be quiet, so the two of you wouldn’t get caught by the store’s workers. but, how could you when his tongue was so deep in your pussy, licking every crevice and teasing your gummy walls. you grinded again his chisled face, hands getting tangled in his sleek raven hair, tugging it as his lips sucked on your swollen clit.

the two of you decided to explore the town’s shopping district, stopping in a cute clothing store when you were ogling at this cute dress in the window. and when geto snuck into your dressing room, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

“cumming for you—suguru!” you whined when he pulled you off of his mouth, cutting your orgasm short. he smirked and got up from the dressing room’s soft bench, licking up your slick that covered his mouth. “this was your punishment, baby. I knew what you and gojo were doing yesterday.” you bit your lip, avoiding his intimidating gaze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you immediately regretted the lie that flew out of your mouth, knowing that there was consequences to follow. he reached around and made you face him, brown eyes dark and lidded as he stared at you. “not only did you let him touch what’s mine, but you lied about it too? tch, g’na have to—punish—you!”

he pushed you down onto his lap, hand colliding with your ass causing you to yelp out. he sent another smack to your ass, in the same spot, this time a moan came out instead. “suguru, please~” you begged, earning another smack to your fat ass—another yelp followed after—making him hit your ass harder than before. you had to bite your lip hard to stop the scream that desperately wanted to be let out.

“see you have a problem with shutting up. gonna have to shut you the fuck up,” he pulled you back by your hair, unzipping his pants with one hand, making his cock springing to life. it was so fat and pretty. tip a nice shade of red, leaking with his precum. mouth drooling at the sight, your plump lips immediately latched onto it—welcoming him right into your warm mouth. he sucked in some air, loving the tightness of your mouth—almost forgetting this was a punishment.

he pushed your head down, bucking his hips upwards, his cock now deep into your mouth—touching the beginning of your throat. your eyes widened at the sudden force, tears brimming your eyes as he begun to fuck your mouth. so much spit coated his dick, dribbling out the corners of your mouth and onto his pants. it was so, so, so messy, yet you couldn’t help but want more.

the more he pounded your sweet little mouth, stretching it with each thrust, you got used to him—taking more of him each time. you were getting more aroused by the second, slick dripping from your lonely cunt—down your thick thighs. his cock was so addicting, you couldn’t get enough of the taste nor the smell of his balls, getting a whiff each time his cum filled balls met your nose.

geto’s eyes rolled back and his mouth was gaped open, low grunts leaving his mouth as his cock explored your mouth, the softness of it made him want to fuck you harder—deeper— he wanted to break your mouth and stuff it full of his hot load. his hand landed on your ass again, the fat rippling from the impact, making you moan against his cock— vibrating against his shaft.

he was so lost in the essence of your mouth, that he completely forgot where he was at until a knock was heard, causing his coffee colored eyes to pop open.

“uh, we’re about close soon. could you please hurry up?” a man spoke on the other side of the door. you had

“give me—shit—a second~” he grunted, looking down at you with pure arousal as you fondled his balls that was coated in your saliva.

“sir! I need you to hur—“

“i said give me a fucking second— shit, g’na cum, drink my fucking cum, slut~” geto yelled at the man, cutting him off mid sentence and making the male leave, while he thrusted in your mouth faster. his hot—thick load pooled into your mouth, coating the inside of your cheeks white. you gave his balls a squeeze, hoping to empty them out as you swallowed his cum. the warmness from it spilling down your throat, making you squirt—splashing onto the mirror behind you and the dress you were looking at before, staining it.

he pulled out of you with a pop sound following, spit and his left over cum trailing from your mouth which you happily slurped back up with a smile on your face. he reached over and grabbed you by the jaw, cheeks puffing up as he stared at you before he pressed his lips into yours, tasting himself when his tongue entered yours.

“fuck. i need to get you back to the house, i want to fuck that little throat some more~”

the two of you quickly got dressed and left the dressing room, bumping into the male worker on the way out and throwing a wad of money at him.

“i don’t get paid enough for this shit”

[satorusdiary]

— True form! Sukuna + his wife sitting on his face.

smut + face riding + Sukuna has 2 cocks.. enjoy!

You were trembling. The position you were in was sure enough to make you cry out of embarrassment, and from the overwhelming feeling building up inside your stomach.

Sukuna, who was under you had little patience. All he wanted was to slam your body, onto his face so he would be able to please you. His beautiful, wife.

But, being the kind, innocent soul you are.. you have your doubts on sitting on his face. Your face was flushed red, legs about to give out from standing up for too long.

just sit on his face, nothing bad is gonna happen!

wait.. what if something embarrassing happens. I can’t do this.

Your thoughts were all over the place. Luckily, your husband had a pair of his hands rubbing your waist, he didn’t know why you were freaking out. After all, his original form is way bigger than your body. And i mean, wayyy bigger.

“i-i can’t. don’t wanna hurt you.” Your legs gave out, but instead of landing on his face. You pushed yourself back and sat on his abdomen.

Sukuna sighed, and sat up. He wasn’t upset at you, he was just worried. Worried how self doubtful you were to yourself, and your body.

“sweetheart, ‘s okay. y’ur not gonna hurt me, jus let me pleasure you please.” He took one of his hands and cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing over your plumped lips. Red from all the rough kissing, and biting that has happened.

You only shook your head, your eyes looking up at your husband who continued caressing your body as if you were an important gem that needed to be protected.

The difference was, you are his wife. One of the most important things that needs protecting, and all the happiness in the world.

He could tell you needed the pleasure. He knew from the wet substance pooling on his abdomen, below your sopping, drooling, and bare pussy.

Sukuna sighed once more, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, let’s jus do this. We try for a bit, and if you’re not comfortable we stop. That okay, baby?” He coo’s. Searching for any response from the expressions on your face.

Your lips were pressed together, after a few minutes you began nodding your head. A smirk appears on the curses face, before picking you up with a pair of his hands. Now you were hovering over his face.

A shaky breath was left from your quivering lips. It felt, as if you were going to get eaten alive.

Your bare cunt was just inches away from his mouth, Sukuna hands still wrapped around your waist keeping you from sitting on his face completely.

“y’ready?” He questions, looking up at you to make sure you’re our comfortable.

Smaller hands begin gripping at Sukunas bigger hands, finding comfort in them.

“y-yeah, ‘m ready. S’kuna.” The sweetness was laced on your voice. Making the bulge between his boxers tighten up. You were just too sweet. Sweet for anyone in this world.

He’s lucky you ended up with him.

“Good, now let’s try this out, hm? New experiences, my love.” Sukuna mumbles, slowly gripping onto your waist as he places your pussy on his mouth.

Your head pushed back, and a loud moan was let out of your lips as Sukuna begin slurping at your sopping pussy. His hands guiding your hips, making you grind against his lips.

He begins to suck on the sensitive bud that would be able to make you come within seconds, the feeling was overwhelming. But you loved it.

You didn’t even notice one of his big fingers probing at your entrance, as if you weren’t already full enough. That was until you felt his fingers tease your entrance. Your eyes widened.

“n-no! can’t handle it. ‘s too big..” You whined, your hand gripping at the wrist that was ready to finger you.

His slurping got quieter, as he picked up your smaller body slightly so he would be able to speak. Luckily, he had more than 2 hands to help him out.

“sweet’s, how are we gonna fit my cocks in you if you can’t handle my tongue, and my fingers?” Sukuna questioned, his voice laced with worry.

The thought donned down on you. He was right, how were you gonna fit his cocks inside your body? He was jus preparing you for the bigger thing.

He knew you came to your senses when you began pushing his finger into you, instead of pushing his whole hand away from your sex.

“that’s my good girl.” He praised, before going back into slurping the living life out of your body.

You didn’t know why your doubted all of this at first, maybe you should ride him more often.

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[2dmenforme]

I Want You to Ruin Me

(Mikey Sano x female reader) Mature Content, 18+

Tags: porn with a pinch 🤏 of plot, smut, oral sex (fem. receiving), soft dom Mikey, implied vaginal sex, implied anal sex, reader calls Mikey “Daddy”, pet names, Mikey uses his Toman Commander’s voice & reader gets into it, reader and Mikey are over 18

Word count: 615

A/N: Originally posted on my deactivated tumblr (username Bajiisofine). Also posted on my ao3 ✨💫

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“Mmm…. M-mi-,” you whimper, one of your hands tangling through Manjiro’s blonde hair. The other is cupped over your mouth, in a vain attempt to mute your noises. Naked, knees bent, spread eagle on his bed in the storehouse Mikey repurposed into his bedroom. You can hear a karate lesson beginning at the Sano dojo next door.

“M-Mikey!” panting, you try to get his attention by patting the top of his head. Ignoring you, his tongue continues lapping lazy circles over the hood of your clit.

Mikey glances up from between your legs, a mischievous gleam in his onyx eyes. “Mmm,” he hums, spreading your pussy open with two fingers, admiring your glistening swollen labia. Sensually wetting his lips, he murmurs about how good you taste before licking the slick dripping from your little hole. Your arousal mixes with his saliva as he smoothly glides his tongue up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently.

Instinctively, you moan, thrusting your pussy against his face, gripping his hair. “M-Manjiro… wh-wait!” you plead, pulling your hand away from your mouth, thinking he may not have heard you.

Mikey pauses, his lips and chin shiny with your juices. Smirking, he climbs up between your legs, his pecs and biceps flexing as he cages you in, his strong forearms on either side of your head. His hard cock twitches against your inner thigh.

“Baby,” he coos, his voice sounds low, deep with lust. Manjiro smiles down at you, his long hair hangs like a blonde curtain, framing his face. He bends to kiss you, tracing your lips with the tip of his tongue, making you taste yourself. He moans into your mouth as you teasingly bite his lower lip.

Mikey pulls away from your lips, kissing along your jawline to your ear. Nipping at your earlobe with his teeth, he purrs, “Tell me what you said before, little love.”

You giggle, wrapping your legs around his hips, “I said: I want you to ruin me, daddy.”

“Ahh,” Manjiro nods, his black eyes sparkling.“That’s what I thought you said… so, you need to let daddy finish…”

“B-but there’s a class in the dojo,” you pant as Mikey sucks a pattern of love marks into the curve of your neck, while playfully bouncing one of your breasts in his hand.

“And your grandfather is over there!” you try to hiss, but your voice comes out sounding more like a breathy sigh.

Manjiro pauses to admire his work on your neck before moving his mouth down to mark up your breasts. His breath feels hot against your skin, “Baby, they can’t hear us…. you can get loud — as loud as you want.”

Mikey slides a hand between your thighs. “So lemme hear your pretty noises.”

He slips two thick fingers inside your sopping pussy, stretching you out. You bite your lip, holding in a cry as your hips buck up against his hand.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, the vibrations from his lips against your nipple gives you goosebumps. He gently bites the sensitive tip, causing you to mewl. “You don’t sound ruined… yet.”

Manjiro moves to your side, sitting on his knees, his huge erection jutting eagerly out in front of him.

His tone is suddenly stern, authoritative. “Get on all fours. Arch your back. Show daddy your sweet little pussy and asshole.”

Mikey using his Toman commander’s voice makes your aching pussy drool. Warm slick drips down your thighs as you do what he orders. Pressing the side of your face against his mattress, back arched, ass high in the air, you present yourself to him.

“My holes belong to you, daddy… please ruin me.”

©️poorly written by Bajiisofine 2dmenforme, 2023. Please do not copy, translate, upload to other platforms, or claim as your own.

[justaaveragereader]

10.30||Doppelgänger Ateez

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Word Count: 870

Warnings: Dom!Ateez, Sub!Reader, Spitting, Choking, Gagging, Breast Play, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vouyerism, Cuckholding, Spanking, Slapping, Mentions Of Ass Play, Mentions Of Double Penetration, CNC, If I Missed Anything…👀👀Lemme Know

A/N: I decided to post the final kinktober fic a day early bc the final Slashtober fic is still in the works and I thought why not. I can’t believe Kinktober is officially over for me now😭. Thank you to everyone who read and commented/liked/reblogged anything from Kinktober, yall are so appreciated these ways.

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“Look at her face.” San says through a laugh while your mouth is struggling to take his length down your throat. Giving your face a slap, you moan around his length. Pushing your hips up so your ass is in the air Yunho lines his length up with your wet cunt. Letting out a loud grunt as he bottoms out into you.

“Fuckkkk…I don’t know how you fuck her and don’t cum instantaneously.” Yunho grits out through clenched teeth. Yeosang stands on the side of your body, pushing his hand over the noticeable bulge in your belly from Yunho. The pressure causes your eyes to roll, and your mouth to fall slack. Gripping the top of your head San looks down at you with dark eyes, gripping your jaw he gives your cheeks a squeeze.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking?” He grits out slamming his cock in the back of your throat, staying still for a split second he lets you choke and gag on his thick length before pulling completely out of your mouth. Coughing heavily you wipe your mouth as the drool continues to pool out.

“Open wide baby.” Jongho says, taking the place of San, tapping your swollen, wet lips with his cock before sliding his cock deep into the back of your throat. Spit pools around your mouth, dripping down to the floor once more. Bucking his hips up, Yunho grabs your waist. Slamming your body down onto his length. Causing you to let out a loud cry around Jonghos length. Seonghwa grips one of your ass cheeks, while Hongjoong grabs the other. Spreading you open wide so Yunho can get easier access to slide in and out of you. Gathering all the spit they can in their mouths, Mingi and Wooyoung stand above Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Letting their spit dribble from their mouths, it hits your cunt, dripping down to Yunhos cock that is still pistoning in and out of you. The spit mixes with your arousal, causing you to be even wetter, causing your sopping cunt to make even louder squelching noises. With spitting dripping from both ends of your body. Mingi and Wooyoung, continue with spitting on your cunt to slick it up extra for Yunho, and spitting on Jonghos cock that is deeply thrusting in and out of your mouth. With one hand on your ass cheeks spreading you open, Seonghwa and Hongjoongs other hand wanders up your body grabbing a handful of your breast, jumping back and forth between squeezing your nipple, and caressing your breast.

Wooyoung and Mingi walk over to the members who are tied up, with duct tape over their mouths, having to watch you be fucked by replicas of them. Some of them are staring hard as you are being used like a fleshlight for them, a cum dump for them to use and dispose of. Wooyoung throws his arms around a couple of the members. Squeezing their shoulders, with a chipper tone he speaks to them.

“I mean we knew she was a slut but fuck, look at her. Covered in spit and cum.” He lets out his signature high pitched laugh, the only difference between the original members and their decoys were the tattooed number on their skin, 1117 right across their collar bone.

The doppelgängers were identical to the original members, down to every freckle, mole, scar. Truly like looking in a mirror. Doppelgänger Mingi walks behind his original self, gripping his shoulders.

“How many times do you guys think we can make her cum?” He says with a sinister smile plastered on his face. Tilting his head down, Mingi tries to look away from the sight in front of him, before he can move his eye’s doppelgänger Mingi grabs his chin, shoving it forward so he has no choice but to watch you be used by all of them.

“Look at the way she’s squeezing her eyes shut, she’s about to cum. You don’t wanna miss the best part.”

Letting out a muffled moan, you squeeze your eyes tightly, gripping doppelgänger Jonghos thigh, you cum around Yunho who is relentless with his thrusts. Seonghwa moves two fingers down to your clit, flicking it back and forth milking you of your orgasm, while Hongjoong pinches your nipple, keeping you spread wide open for Yunho.

“Fuck…” doppelgänger Yunho groans out, slapping you ass cheek hard. You jolt forward taking Jonghos cock even further. Letting out a high pitch laugh at you choking on Jongho cock, doppelgänger Wooyoung moves close to you, soaking in your form.

“I think she could take two of us in her cunt, and we will stretch her ass to see how many of us she can take.” Doppelganger Mingi says smoothly, deep voice pouring like honey into your ears.

Letting out a muffled yell Hongjoong tries to rock back and forth in his chair, his eyebrows crease, he looks angry, yet the way he’s bricked through his slacks you know he’s turned on. Doppleganger Hongjoong stands up, with slow strides he makes his way to the original Hongjoong. Gripping his chin between his hands.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t going to hurt her. We are just going to break her.”

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[daydreams-after-dark]

What are your thoughts on fuck boy besties Felix & Jisung with fem!reader?

When I think of fuck bois Felix and Jisung… I picture them like in the following TikTok’s…

Here and Here

… fun, flirty, persuasive, attractive. It honestly stirs up my inner 18 year old when I’d go out to clubs.

↠↠↠ a/n: I've written this deliberately where the dialogue can be mostly interchangeable between the two. I'm kind of going with the half drunk feeling of being hit on and swept away in a puddle of pure lust.

You see them every weekend at the club. They set their sights on a someone. They flirt with them, dance with them, make them laugh and feel special. They whisper in their ear and breathe along their neck. Then they leave with them. Every. Single. Week.

This week, they have their sights set on you.

“We see you here every week. What’s your name?”

“Oh you’re 24! You look 18.”

You hate what it’s doing to your insides. You hate how hard you’re blushing.

“Let us buy you a drink.”

"This is our special girl, y/n. Make sure you take care of her." They tell the bartender.

"You'll come dance with us, won't you, baby?”

Somehow you end up on the dance floor, Jisung dancing awfully close to your chest, Felix slipping behind you.

"You’re okay with us grinding against you, right?" Jisung steps closer, whispering against your ear. “Let us dance with you.” He says lustfully as he presses his hips to yours. Felix presses into from behind.

You feel both their hardening cocks pushing against you.

“Feel what you do to us, love.” Felix says in your ear as he runs his hands down your sides.

"You’re so pretty. I really need to know what your lips feel like."

“Come home with us, let us make you feel good, yeah?”

“We don’t bite. Well not too hard.”

You end up sandwiched between them in the back of the cab.

"I really need to know what your pussy feels like."

"Let us touch it, y/n. I bet your pussy is wet. Can we feel? Pretty please?"

They slide their hands up your skirt and finger fuck you right there on the backseat, while they kiss you like they will lose their minds if they don’t get to touch you.

You’re so wet for them. These two sweet, deadly, charismatic, horny, men. You feel like the only girl in the world. They do this every week. You’ll get to feel them in inside you soon. They've been inside the whole club-full of people.

"I'm so hard for you right now. Feel it."

“Me too, baby. Here. Touch it. You do this to us.”

"We've gotta have you."

You palm them over their pants while they stretch your open your pussy.

“So wet for us.”

“So tight.”

"That's a good girl... letting us play with you like this."

They lay you on one of their beds and your clothes disappear.

"Your pussy tastes so good. Your dripping. Taste her."

They swap while the other sucks your nipple.

You realise Felix is eating you out, as Jisung straddles your chest. "Baby, can you take care of me? I need your pretty mouth around my cock. That's it. Let me fuck your mouth."

"I think your beautiful pussy needs to come on a cock. Let me help you with that...perfect. So tight."

They get you in variety positions, taking turns in your sopping cunt. Covering you in their cum. Pulling orgasms from you like it's their full time job.

They've got you floating. buzzing, pliable, compliant. They know exactly what to say to have you swooning and sobbing "yes, please...do anything you want."

They give each other a knowing look.

"Anything we want?"

"Yes, anything."

"Can we try fucking you at the same time?"

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[hypnoneghoul]

I know im not the person who sent the original ask but I would love to see more on the gills thing if you’re comfortable

i had dewzephfrit thoughts!!!

gills, anal ang vaginal sex, double penetration, overstimulation, kinda temperature play

Dewdrop is completely full.

He doesn’t remember much from the last hour beside Ifrit and Zephyr snatching him from the common room, stripping him and sitting him on their cocks before he’s even fully processed what was happening. He isn’t complaining—it’s an universal knowledge that he absolutely loves being stuffed full with anything and everything he can get.

What’s making his brain absolutely melt out of his ears, though, is Zephyr’s tongue in the gills on the left side of his neck and Ifrit’s fingers in the slits on the right.

“He’s so slick everywhere, Zeph,” the fire ghoul grunts and his hips twitch upwards, drilling his cock deep into Dewdrop’s sopping wet cunt. He moans sweetly and Zephyr uses that as an invitation to shove their tongue further into his gills.

They pull back after all but licking the inside of the water ghoul’s throat and they hum approvingly, “Such a wet little ghoul, aren’t you, droplet?”

He replies intelligently with yet another high, blissed out moan and both Zephyr and Ifrit chuckle. It’s the air ghoul’s turn to thrust into Dewdrop, slamming their cock into his tight asshole. The difference in temperatures between the three ghouls is another thing that makes Dewdrop absolutely mad; he feels like an ice cube shoved between a furnace that wants to absolutely melt him and a piece of cold glass desperately trying to keep him intact.

The water ghoul’s forehead thumps against Ifrit’s shoulder and he shudders, his claws digging further into his hips.

“Zeph,” Ifrit starts, “you think we can make him cum just like that?”

They scoff, “Obviously.”

If Dewdrop’s eyes wouldn’t be squeezed shut and if he’d look up, he’d see the two of them sharing a knowing look and a smirk over his head. He cries out when Ifrit and Zephyr stop all their movement. “N–No, please, gimme, gimme something.”

They only laugh at him.

Zephyr descends back and sucks the frills of his gill fins into their mouth, scrapes their fangs along the slits. The flesh there is so delicate that just a little bit more pressure and the air ghoul would make Dewdrop bleed. They have before, but now’s not the time.

Their tongue dips inside and they hum at the salty-sweet taste of the slick membrane covering the organ. Zephyr runs the very tip of the appendage along it and pretends to not notice Ifrit’s eyes burning through them as they do so, enjoying the feel of every single little ridge under their tongue.

They don’t care much for Dewdrop’s moaning and whining, not at all, and neither does Ifrit when he pushes his fingertips into the other set of his gills. They’re nothing like the air ghoul’s tongue—they’re hot and rough and hard and the feeling hovers on the line between pleasure and pain. Ifrit strokes inside and stretches the delicate slits and Dewdrop wails, clenching tightly around both their cocks.

“There we go,” Zephyr teases right into his throat. It starts to hurt, but neither of them pull back and the water ghoul’s pleasured cries do turn into ones of overstimulation.

“Break…I–I need…gimme a moment, please,” he begs, but he gets laughed at once again.

“Oh, but we’re not done, droplet. We’re far from done.”

[brabyland]

the good ending

[stxrmxtsu]

Now what about dom Matsus 😈

im tryna clear out my inbox so, thank you anon for this one!

tag(s): nothing too hardcore but if it’s too much for you, i’m sorry!, lowkey cringe, nsfw, dom matsus, not really edited and its basically just me horny talking and pulling it out of my ass, brat tamer karamatsu (that one’s for you @thebardisabird and @squidzza , I DID IT)

i tried to finish this as fast as i could.

osomatsu, who’s absolutely merciless when it comes to pounding you. he’ll grip your hips and slam himself into you over and over again, never slowing his pace down as wanton cries leave your lips. when you throw your head back in ecstasy, a smirk forms on his lips. he leans down and nearly whispers in your ear: “yeah you like that? tell oso how it feels…~ say it~” and when you can only let out cries and whimpers, his hand comes down on the fat of your ass and thighs while demanding you say who’s making you feel this good.

karamatsu, who’s a brat tamer. he’s the second oldest. he has younger brothers who get on his fucking nerves, you think he has time for YOUR shit, [name]? imagine: you’ve spent a looong time dragging him around the mall and doing things YOU wanted but the one time he wanted to do something, you whined a little and said no. kara had it rough the day prior and he thought shopping with you today would ease his mind but that little stunt made him snap. he grabbed your chin and tilted it up to look at him, his eyes a darker brown than you originally thought. he looked mean… “darling…i’ve spent so long trying to please you today…just like how you deserve..but the one time i ask for something i want…i get a no and a whine.. i’m very tired, cherie…” you’ve never seen him like this before and to be honest, it made you squirm a little. “you’re going into this store and shutting that pretty little mouth…understood?”

and that was the night karamatsu absolutely rocked your shit. hands tied to the bed post and having no mercy on your pretty body.

choromatsu, who no longer gets nervous around you and started to show the strict side of him. at first, he was always careful when it came down to spending a night with him. gentle caresses and slow yet nervous kisses down your body, asking ‘i-is that okay..?’. you loved it, sure, but you wanted more. you knew what choromatsu was capable of, especially when it comes down to being mean. you see it when he’s badgering at his brothers, yelling at them for being lazy pieces of shit and…ordering them around. to be honest, it was kind of sexy. he was a little shocked when you asked him if he can apply that kind of behavior in bed but he didn’t oppose to it. so naturally, you found yourself facing a mirror while you were sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock. his hands made their way up to your chest to tweak your nipples and when you tilt your head back in pleasure, he firmly grabs your cheeks and makes you look into the mirror again. “don’t look away. i told you not to look away.”

ichimatsu, who always has to have you bound. gagged, on a good day. he puts you in positions you didn’t even know existed and it leaves your poor muscles sore the next day. ichi loves to get rough with you, treating you like you’re his prey while he’s the predator. your entire body would always be covered in bruises and bite marks and it makes him always smirk in pride. he always leaves your legs shaking, whether he’s drilling into your sopping wet pussy or driving his tongue deep into you, hoping to get more and more of your sweet essence. more. ichi wants more of you. and he’ll do anything to get it.

jyushimatsu, who pins you against anything and everything. there isn’t a single piece of furniture in your house that’s untouched by you and him. he’ll have sex with you at any chance he gets if you ask him. he’ll hold you up against the wall, his biceps flexing a bit in his compression long sleeve as he pistons his hips into yours. the usual wide-mouthed smile he has on his face is replaced with a look of concentration, focused on your body and how it reacts to his touch. but that also quickly fades back to his smile as he looks at you and laughs almost joyously, “am i making you feel good?”

todomatsu, who loves to tease you. light feather touches as you sit in your chair at the mixer he took you to. you knew what he was doing, and by god, did it make you squirm a bit. it all started because atsushi was sat across from you. you were just being friendly to the guy, chatting like how you normally would. but todomatsu hated that. he didn’t like the way his ‘friend’ looked at you. only he was allowed to look at you like that, why were you letting him? and then you felt it. todomatsu’s hands gently rubbing your thigh. you looked down at his hand then up at him, moving your leg away then going back to talking to atsushi. mistake #1. he didn’t like that, so he took it a bit further. when atsushi started talking to the others at the table, you felt your boyfriend’s hand dip between your thighs, brushing against your heat slightly. you jerked forward and played it off as something else when atsushi asked if you were okay. todomatsu retracted his hand as if nothing happened, giving you a stupid coy smile. that night when you two went home, your legs were immediately spread open while he worked the vibrator against your aching cunt. you cried for forgiveness as you made a mess for what seemed like the hundredth time. he smiled sadistically as he cooed at you. “i don’t think you really are sorry~”

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and that’s that!

sorry if it’s underwhelming, writing’s still not my strong suit.

anyway, i have to tell you guys agaaiiinnn, my ask box regarding writing is closed so please, don’t send me stuff unless i say otherwise 🥹

other than that, love ya!

- jarvis <3

[jenoslutie]

can you PLEASE make a dpr Ian smut please I'm begging you on my knees 🥺🥺

I'm actually in love with man.

hello im sorry im so late LMFAO im a slow responder but heres a thought...

Christian would be an absolute menace in bed. Especially when you had been pissing him off infront of his friends the entire night. Although he was pissed, he let you play your game because he gets off to the thought of you all fucked out and just for him and he makes sure you know what its only him making you feel like that.

"You're so pretty all fucked out for me baby. All of this is mine right?" His words go right over your head. Your brain foggy and only focused on the feeling of his cock hitting all the right places inside you.

"Please daddy I'm so close I need it so bad" You knew that calling him daddy in this moment will likey get you what you need.

But Christian could only scoff at how wrong you were.

“Do you want to cum baby?” Christian laughed. he fucking laughed when you nodded your head, yes. “Too fucking bad” He scoffed and pulled out from your sopping wet cunt. Bringing his cock up to your lips to press his tip against your pursed lips. You refused to open your mouth. You always did this when he didnt give you what you wanted but this time Christian wasnt going to cave. He gave you a rough tug on you hair, not in the mood to say anything more to you, You winced at the contact and gave in, opening your mouth for his cock to enter. Immediately, he began fucking your face with no relent. The delicious feeling of him fucking your face was one that didnt last long as he holds your head in place against his inked up abdomen and lets out a loud, sinful moan before releasing deep in your throat.

While you swallowed his load and sat there in annoyance, Christian pulled your shorts up, back to their original position before walking away, confirming you weren't getting anything for the rest of the night.

"Maybe next time if you behave you'll actually get what you want, brat"

im sorry after peanut butter and tears i suddenly got motivated to finish this LMAO hehehe enjoy :P

[joelletwo]

i do think gintama has to be like. what fancy word do i want to use. cosmology for stories. it has to be okay on that level with contradictory/context-dependent maxims. just [other one im pulling out of my hat from the Dont Kill Yourself post] break every shinsengumi article we've used our lives to protect if it means you dont die. doesnt mean hijikata being a hardass about the shins articles is now verboten. now is this also bc gintama and particularly lategame shounen ass stupid ass writing gintama doesnt care about consistency over impact of emotional beats. yes lol.

[coeurify]

yeah but knife kink ellie cutting her name on your legs or something because she got jealous of a guy flirting with you at a party??? like “now everytime someone tries to get in between your thighs they’ll see who you belong to” yeah

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ under the cut, knife kink.. obviously. also rlly possessive ellie and some biting.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh wow 🫣(this is slightly more tame, i didnt wanna take it toooo far)

“He was all fuckin over you,” Ellie muttered against your neck, biting harshly at the skin. A bruising grip holds your hip to keep it still as you try to buck up into her, the pain that made your head rush causing an involuntary response.

You can barely think, mumbling a few incoherent words before you finally get ahold of your tongue, ironing out how words are supposed to sound, something you had forgotten the moment Ellie pressed you against the wall of the bathroom at the bar in Jackson, and stuck one hand into your skirt, the other holding you in place against the wall.

“He didn’t-“ whimpering brings your words to a halt again as she thrusts a second finger into you, the wet sounds of your cunt welcoming the intrusion playing in your brain on a repeating tape. Blinking back into focus, your neck throbbing, you continue, “didn’t know we were t’gther el,” you pant, only making her grunt.

“He should have, everyone fuckin’ knows you’re my girl,” Ellie finished, eyes set on the fabric of the pretty skirt she had found you on a supply run moved with her hand at every press into your sopping folds. You are too blissed out to even notice the hand pull away from your hip and to thr pocket of her jeans. Nothing catches your attention until you hear the telltale sound of her blade flipping open, drawing a shiver from you.

It wasn't the first time Ellie had brought it out in times that were not exactly the most pure or needed, and flashes of the sharp tip pressing to the skin of your chest clouds your vision, sending you into a woozy memory. That night she had asked a million times if you were sure you wanted it, wanted the cool blade against your skin to tease, to nip at clothing threads. You had begged for it, claiming she could use it whenever she wanted.

Seemingly, she took that to heart.

“Guess they need a reminder, hm pretty girl?” Ellie questioned, skillfully curling her fingers in you as the other hand held the blade to the skin of your thigh that had been on display due to the bunched up skirt.

“I think you do too,” Ellie admits, pausing her fingers inside of you, smiling when you whine and bump your head against the wall in frustration. Your walls pulse around them, and you move your hips to find some relief. You squeeze again when the blade pushes gently into the fat of your thigh. Your girlfriend scoffs at that, mumbling a soft “whore,” under her breath before finding her way back to her original thought.

“You didn’t even turn him down,” She accuses, freckled cheeks moving as her jaw clicks at the memory of you at the bar, blushing a bright red as some new guy offered you a drink. Ellie had walked away one second, and the hungry wolves had already descended.

“I did El, I didn't answer him—“ you whine, trying to defend yourself, hoping it will get her fingers back to moving inside of you. You really didn’t give the man any mind, turning your head as you blushed at the straightforward remark he made. But it didn’t matter now, Ellie had made her mind up.

Ellie huffs in response, “No one else can have you, you know?” the blade drags down your skin, pressing enough to leave a scratch in its wake. A few beads of blood follow in its track, just enough to burn now, and turn into pretty red marks that would eventually fade later.

You feel the blade lift and turn, another sting follows, a new wave of wetness pooling around Ellie’s fingers at the ache. It should be embarrassing, how turned on you got from this. Ellie would surely point that out later when looking to paint your cheeks a pretty red.

When you look down and realize shes made a tiny “E” on the flesh of your thigh, your legs go completely weak, wobbling as your belly tightens. Your head spins at the sight, squeezing your eyes shut to try and calm the way your eyes blur. She had carved her initial into you, left a personal mark on you. The bits of blood drip slightly, making you shiver.

“If someone else even tries to get between these thighs,” the blade is removed from your skin, tucked safely back into her pocket. “They’ll see who you belong to,” Ellie seeths, finger wiping to rid it of the bubbling redness, choking another whimper from you at the burn it brings.

The letter wouldn’t last longer than two weeks, but it still feels extremely permanent for you two, Ellie enamored by the branding on you, green eyes set firmly on the E for a long second before snapping back into it, your shaky breathing pulling her back in.

“My fuckin’ girl,” Ellie says every word with a push of her fingers into you, finally focusing on your needy center again.

“Yours, El,” you whine, hips moving with each thrust, pleasure pulling at all of your nerves, and shocking your whole body. Its only made to be better by the slight ache now on your thigh, paired with that of the soreness on your neck from all the marks.

“All yours.”

[romanoffsbish]

Excavate My Love

Originally titled “Oh Honey… You Should go to Therapy” 😗✌🏼| Hurt/Comfort | WC: 2,384

Warnings: Abusive Parents | Homophobia Referenced / Internal & External | Self-Harm (Punching) | Intense Feelings | Parental Issues / Heavy on Maternal | Nat’s Parentless | Self-Loathing |

Natasha felt a tension in the air as soon as she entered your apartment, it was her home away from home since you were in it; she essentially lived here anyways. It had been only two months as a couple, but you'd known (and loved) each other for years by now. The words might not have left your timid lips yet, but you were feeling every ounce of joy and pain imaginable. The sensation was odd, to feel the conflicting emotions at the same time while also feeling that pure, raw love.

You were trembling with the need to say it to her, but you were petrified and having a nervous breakdown.

——

Natasha saw you pounding a fist into the side of your head as you sobbed and screamed incoherently. The redhead took you down with gentle precision. Her body pressing your thrashing one into the mattress.

"Detka, what's wrong?" Natasha slammed your arms into the bed and pressed your head into the pillow with her own, then she began to hum a soft, raspy lullaby. The thrashing came to an end when you felt her tear trail down your cheek, and mix with your sweaty hair.

You blinked rapidly and your mind came back to you before it escaped again, but now she was out in the open. The deepest of your fears came tumbling out.

"She won't love you back," you mumbled, mimicking your priorly echoing thoughts. "Don't say it dumbass."

Natasha was mortified, had she really not been clear enough? Her heart never stopped aching when she was apart from you, a side effect of the muscle finally being at rest unlike when it races beside yours everyday.

It sadly wasn't anything she did, and the same was to be said for what she could've done. This was inevitable, you were like clay, soft, fragile; destined to crack.

Fate, or more so, your childhood had led you here.

Your mother drowned her liver in booze and offered you tobacco stained cheek kisses as you were ushered out of the house in ill fitting clothes, hair sopping wet in the dead of a New York Winter. The chill froze your childish face, skin stinging as the warmth of your tears began to defrost your chubby cheeks. It was fitting.

Unlike your parents, with each other or parenthood.

Your dad only came around from time to time to see (use) your mother. They'd made your little brother while you played outside, the streets empty of kids as the lights flickered on, but you weren't alone, you had your growing family of broken rocks to talk to. And the neighbors to eat from because your mother gave up the grocery money so your dad could enter the lottery.

At school you'd do stupid things, like eat food off the floor with a shoe print as a dare, because just like every time before he lost, and you paid the ultimate price.

It was a wonder how you even got this far in life. That the ability to love another wasn't missing, but in the pits of the fire you wished it was. It was all too much.

You only learned how to love from shitty television like Grey's Anatomy and corny romcoms. Oddly enough, the contradictions brought you a sense of peace. The hope was vaguely flickering inside of you, but the looming tragedy was always just a breath away. It was oddly comforting to see love at both ultimate extremes.

It softened the blow of your life. Watching Callie and Arizona is what made you realize you loved women. That and while everyone was drooling over the odd McMen, the resident Christina Yang, held your heart in the palm of her hands. Unapologetically herself, with a middle finger up to society, and everything that you found charming in a woman; in your Natasha.

Meredith reminded you too much of yourself, as you too took the worst parts of your parents to make up your personality. Until Natasha, you too found yourself drowning your liver most nights, following in your mother's footsteps, then after you were seeing blobs instead of people, your fathers as you took women home for fun. Breaking their hearts, but unlike him, the rubber was fastened to your waist with efficiency.

You were cold, and downright sadistic. You'd whisper lusty things into their ears, along with the sweet, building up their hopes for something more. Then you'd kick them out, in the dead of winter—your cousins taxi service made loads of money off of you.

You didn't care; love had only ever left you bruised.

That's why you sent the women anonymous apology flowers, because you obviously didn't care. You were as cold as the ice that encased your parent's hearts, or you at least tried to be. Truth be told though, beneath the well polished, stoic surface you were just a fragile little thing in search of a nurturing kind of love.

The love of a mother one would suppose, alas...

You hadn't seen or heard from her in over a decade. Except for when she tried to hustle you out of money the moment they saw you with Natasha online. Up until then they hadn't called you, it was sickening.

Your parents had kicked you out at sixteen when they caught you kissing Lily; they weren't homophobic. That you knew because your mom used to bone your ex-godmother and your father had special toys and modern women ran in the opposite direction of him (his decayed, crooked smile was genuinely off putting).

Your father tossed you out, but your mother slammed the door. After midnight, once your dad had gone to sleep she exited her house with a bag of your things. Flashes of a group home raced through your mind and you felt the tears sting your icy cheeks, a tobacco kiss laid to your skin to be followed by a deafening silence.

Her loss stung more. With him it was expected, but not with her because it wasn't always like this, but when she lost her mind that ability to love unconditionally followed. She didn't need him, yet she let him call the shots, choosing a twisted affair over the everlasting love of a child—her instincts barren. You don't exactly remember everything, some of the memories have been buried deep in your psyche, but the core ones never leave, they haunt you endlessly. You'll never forget the image of your little brother crying, face pressed to his window as he watched you leaving.

Your parents were the nightmare that hid behind the fable that is the American Dream. They were vile and you reckon he's the only reason your heart worked.

Your heart that beat for only a select few people. One of them being the woman restraining you to a bed.

"Y/N," Natasha said your name for the millionth time, "I need you to come back to me now moya lyubov'."

Your lip began to tremble and she could feel the shake of your skin with her forehead pressed to yours. "Oh honey," she'd coo'd, which really only set you back off as you felt entirely too undeserving of her love.

You knew you were deserving of some love though.

"I deserved better," you mumbled and her heart froze as she hadn't heard the phrase clearly. "W-what?" The redhead had been trying not to blame herself but now she wasn't so sure if she heard your words correctly.

She hadn't, and you forcefully pushed her back some to repeat your prior words. "And so do you Nat."

"Y/N," she said in a plea, "You're making no sense."

"I'm not good enough for you Natasha! I am hellish!"

Natasha scoffed, "You are plenty good!"

"No, I'm really not."

"Knock it off!" Natasha was pissed, but not at you. It all was making sense to her now and she couldn't cope with the appearing reality. "I'm damaged goods Natasha, how could you ever want me?" I-If my own parents didn't want me, then neither should you."

Natasha never had parents, so she didn't understand. But as she felt you trying to hit yourself (again), making her—the Black Widow, actually struggle she's not sure she really wanted to. Alexei and Melina, who gave her back to Dreykov seemed better to her now.

"Detka please," the woman pleaded, the croak in her voice bringing you to a sudden stop. In a split second the woman had rolled off of you, which nearly made you whine but your body followed hers. Natasha now sat with her back to the headboard with you between her legs, your head gently cradled to her chest while her other hand cautiously pressed into your back.

The redhead said nothing, partly because she wanted to give you space, but also because she didn't want to scare you off. You'd just voiced your wish to leave, and for her sake nonetheless. Silent tears streamed down her face as she prematurely mourned your love story.

Tragedy was more fitting. Natasha was conditioned not to feel and you went from batches of numb to these moments of total despair that you usually hid well. So well even that Natasha is only just seeing it, there were cracks in your resolve before, but never to this extent. Natasha was rightfully worried, she also understood.

The world was a cruel place, with unfair rules and devious people in charge. You were both outcasts in terms of societal standards, but you shouldn't be because one's past mistakes, or moments of despair shouldn't make up the entire person's story. They deserved better than to be held with such ignorance.

"I never had anything to call my own before you."

You jumped, startled by her voice that was full of fatigue and pain after an hour of eery silence. It had you sitting up, against her push, and facing her more directly. Breaking you even further, if that was even possible, as you saw her unmistakably bloodshot eyes.

"Natasha," you whimpered, hand traveling up to clean her face of tears, she smiled fondly as her lips pressed to your palm before she lifted her head to hold eye contact more fiercely. "What I deserve is you, Y/N."

"I-."

"I deserve to hold you in times like these, and to get the chance to show you how much I love you. Because I do detka, with all of me, and it's okay: our love is safe."

"No love is safe," you chuckled bitterly and she sighed, "Ours is Y/N, because we will work to make it such. I promise you that I will protect you from the worst."

"You can't promise that."

"I can," she cut you off, "I can and I will because the option of you leaving is not one I'll ever align with."

"I'm messed up Nat." The redhead nodded, lips lifting into a pained smile. "I know honey, but that's okay."

"Is it?" Natasha nodded again, and pulled your body even closer, your chests now touching. "For now, yes."

"What about the later?" You brokenly inquired.

"I would be there too, but I hope the later is better," she murmured against your cheek, lips softly kissing your wet skin. "I'll do anything to make sure you are okay detka. You are my main priority, which is why I plan to move in, officially, and take care of you."

"Nat—." Your rebuttal was cut off by a sweet kiss. "None of that detka, just tell me you love me too."

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you wondered if she felt the rumble too. If she did, she took no offense as she smiled at you, it was uncharacteristically timid.

You saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes; Natasha needed to hear them just as much as you needed to shout 'em.

Which is why you blurted, "I love you so much it burns, like if I took my shirt off my skin might be torched."

Natasha chuckled, unintentionally, because she knew you'd mistake the affection for mockery. "I love you so much that it feels like I'm without a heart when away. My mission's efficiency rates are so high because of it."

A sigh of relief left her when you chuckled, it was also in relief, she knew that much as your body stopped squirming; you stayed in her lap and pouted instead.

She chuckled, "What is it now lyubov'?" Natasha knew by the glow of your eyes that she could be playful now. You knew she already knew what you wanted, but you leaned up and stole a kiss on principle of being a brat.

"I'm sorry."

"No," Natasha softly scolded you. "I'm sorry detka, for not seeing you were in so much pain and suffering with your feelings. I should have made you feel my love."

"I did feel you Natty, I-I just couldn't believe in it."

"Why not?"

"It's never been true before, every person who's ever made me feel loved was only ever placating me," you solemnly said, "I know they didn't intend to do it, in the beginning they felt something, but it was a selfish fulfillment sorta thing. I have always been the person people go to in search of unconditional love, because I will give it without question, they'd twist it out of me. But you weren't twisting, and it's all so confusing."

"That's not love," Natasha grimaced, "I'm not an expert here Y/N, in fact I'm a late bloomer with the entire feeling, but I know now that I'd never give this up."

"Most days I feel like giving up, my mind is a void and you deserve a partner that doesn't come with that."

"Please stop pushing that," Natasha sighed, exhaustion obvious as she ran her free hand down her face. "I'm not going anywhere, you deserve someone that stays."

You mulled over her words for a long minute, both of you holding your breath, and only ever releasing it as you nuzzled into her warmth and whispered, "Then I'm glad it's you, my fiercest protector, my love, my Natty."

"My precious love," Natasha followed, "My beautiful, strong, resilient as one can be, detka—my Y/N."