#sorry for not answering this ask for a while it. was sleeping

[brawberryz]

Little Demon

Batfam Yan! × Neglected Nezuko! Reader

Note:English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

You were normal

You weren't the monster you've become, before everything you were just an ordinary high school student

Everything had happened so fast that you didn't even have time to process it

A few hours ago everything was normal

You woke up as usual adding yourself to go to class, you greeted alfred while you were having breakfast

Breakfast felt as lonely as always your family was never present not even in things as common as having breakfast together as a family

No one ever had time for you, everyone was so busy with their responsibilities and you understood it, you always understood

They were vigilant and you knew they had a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders but sometimes you would like them to look at you or ask you how your day was

If someone in the family turned to look at you or talk to you it was a miracle, the only person you had by your side was alfred

He was a father figure more than your real father could be

Bruce, as you called him because father was too big a name for someone like him, maybe he wasn't even worthy of being called father

You saw his relationship with the rest of your siblings and how he treated them with so much respect and affection

At some point you felt jealous, why was he so good to them? Why couldn't you feel that affection

Why?

Why!?

Nobody took care of you or protected you, since you were little you understood that if you didn't protect yourself nobody would

Everyone had talents and they were amazing

You were just (name), the shadow of the family because the only thing that was important was having the last name Wayne, but then you were nobody

You were never anybody

You stopped thinking so much and picked up your bag and walked out the door of the mansion giving Alfred a last goodbye

_

Classes went by faster than you would like, school was a safe place for you, there you could be yourself with your friends

To your friends you weren't (name) Wayne, the daughter of a billionaire playboy, you were just a (name) L/N a girl full of energy and eager to help others

You lazily got up from your seat grabbing your bag heading to the classroom door

There was Aoi waiting for you as usual, you were grateful to have such a good friend like her

"You look more tired than usual, is something wrong (name)?"

The black-haired girl asks worriedly, walking with you to the exit. You just nodded, giving her a fake smile.

"Yeah, don't worry, I just didn't sleep well today."

That's a lie. You had slept more than well, but since this morning you had felt that something was wrong, as if something bad was about to happen.

You couldn't shake that feeling off after hours. You decided to ignore it, but that feeling still remained.

Aoi just nodded, unsure of your answer. She had been your friend for years and she knew you too well to know when something was bothering you.

"Hey, today me and shinobu are going to a new cafe that opened. Do you want to go?"

You stayed quiet for a few seconds thinking about the proposal, you liked going out with your friends but this time you felt like you shouldn't go

"I'm sorry aoi but... I'm really busy today I have homework to do"

You politely apologized to her

Aoi raised an eyebrow, there was something she didn't like, she knew something was happening to you but she wasn't going to force you to tell her, she didn't want it to seem like she was someone insistent

She simply gave you a nod and then looked ahead, this was where your paths separated as you lived on totally opposite streets

She gave you a big hug as a farewell and then separated from you with a smile on her face

"See you tomorrow (name), take care!"

He said as he shook his hand and his presence disappeared more and more as he walked away

You let out a tired sigh before turning on your heels and taking the path home

You walked with your head down, your thoughts consumed your head that you didn't even notice the imminent danger that was approaching you

You didn't understand why your family seemed to hate you, you were always obedient, good and polite

You were the best in your class and you had great intelligence but you were still invisible to all of them

Sometimes you just wanted to disappear, being someone else didn't matter you just wanted to leave

But you knew that until you turned 18 it would be impossible to get out of that house

You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn't even have time to react before something too strong pushed you into a dirty alley

You tried to get up and defend yourself but that strange man grabbed you by the neck cutting off your breathing and not being able to get up

As your vision blurred you could see his red eyes and a cynical smile forming on his lips

The last thing you felt was something embedded in your neck causing you to lose consciousness

Everything was black, you couldn't move or feel anything

So you died?

Is this how it all ended? Dying in a dirty alley full of trash and rats?

Maybe this is what you deserved, you were never anything important just trash

And trash should stay with trash, right?

Alfred ran at full speed through the mansion towards Bruce's office, he couldn't believe that this had happened

He slammed open the door to Bruce's office causing Bruce to stop concentrating on the paperwork to look at his butler

It was too strange for Alfred to enter without knocking, and he was also struck by Alfred's worried and disheveled attitude

Only something too important or serious would have to happen to break Alfred's impeccable personality

"Master Bruce...Miss (name)..."

The old man struggled to find air in his lungs, having run all over the mansion had left him exhausted

"What's wrong with her? Don't tell me she got into trouble-"

Alfred interrupted Bruce in the middle of his sentence to speak again

"No...she...she's dead"

Those words hit Bruce hard

Dead?

Your death couldn't be true, it had to be some kind of joke

"What?"

It was the only thing he could say in shock, he knew that Alfred would never lie to him, much less about a subject as serious as death

But his brain simply couldn't process it

_

The entire batfam was at the police station, the news of your death shook the entire family in a bad way

Now they were here to identify your body, they found it in an alley according to the police record a woman who was passing by found your body covered in blood that was supposed to have been yours

According to the police it was a very crude and bloody crime scene

They couldn't believe that someone would be capable of doing that to a being as innocent as you

The simple fact that someone had done all those things to you made everyone's blood boil with rage

Richard felt terrible, remembering all the times you asked him to spend time together and he simply made the excuse that he was busy or that he didn't have time

He was the worst brother, he was supposed to be the oldest one who should have protected you but all he did was push you away and cause your premature death

Jason could barely handle all the emotions he felt at that moment, he felt rage, sadness and regret

He still remembered the times he had insulted you and told you not to interfere in his life

No matter what he had to do, he was going to avenge his little sister and he was going to make the person who had done that to you suffer

In Tim's head he tried to find some possible suspect for your death, maybe the joker had already killed Jason once, it was just a matter of time before he did it again

He could still remember the times he had ignored you, that moment when you made cupcakes was still in his mind and you had the brightest smile of all

You had prepared them especially for your family but all you received was their rejection telling you that they were busy

Remember the rude way in which I refused your food and asked you to leave, right now, anything to be able to be with you and try your desserts

Damian was burning with fury, who was the bastard who dared to kill his sister!?

He, unlike the rest, didn't want to accept his guilt. He firmly believed that the times he had hit you, humiliated you, and insulted you were for your own good.

You should know well that you were too weak for this world, that he was your protector.

Cass could barely process everything. She had lost another important person to her again, and this time it was her fault again.

She leaned against a corner and let her thoughts consume her. She felt the worst. Maybe if she had paid attention to you, you would be alive now.

Barbara felt the same way as Richard. She still remembered the times you begged for her attention, wanting to spend time with her, but she only pushed you away more and more each day.

Steph could only stare at the floor. It was her fault for ignoring you. She thought that at some point you would adapt to the mansion, but it never happened. All she did was make you feel more like a burden and a nuisance.

But the one who felt the worst was Bruce. He was supposed to be your father, he was supposed to be the first to protect you. But he didn't. All he did was ignore you

He was the worst father ever, now because of him you were dead

They took him to a room to identify your body and left him there alone for a few minutes

Right there he collapsed, his serious and unwavering facade broke

His daughter, his baby is now dead because of him, he would do anything to revive you, he would even use the Lazarus pit even knowing the consequences that caused

But suddenly he felt like something lunged at him

And there was you

Alive

You were alive in some way, but he saw that it wasn't you...

Your eyes had that wild look, your teeth were sharp and long nails that you had never had before

He grabbed a metal pipe he found on the floor and tried to fight you by putting it in your mouth so that you wouldn't bite him or disfigure his face with your claws or teeth

Your strength was superhuman, as if you were no longer the (name) that he knew

Now you had become something wilder

But he felt small tears falling on his face, he was crying

It seemed as if a part of you was trying to control your instincts, he noticed your distressed and scared look

Suddenly Richard entered the room with Jason

They had heard a loud noise coming from the room

The men's faces were surprised when they saw you alive

Or rather, you didn't look human and your skin looked paler

Also, your hair had changed, the tips that were completely black before were now orange

The two quickly came out of their trance and helped Bruce get you off of them, you were still struggling and trying to get out of their grip

Then Damian and Tim appeared through the door when they heard all the commotion

Before either of them could speak, Richard interrupted them

"There's no time for explanations, distract the police now!"

He said trying to keep you from getting out of the grip, Tim and Damian just nodded confused as they went with the others to distract the guards

Meanwhile Jason decided that the best idea was to knock you out so he did, but he earned a scolding from Bruce for hitting you so hard

"Stop complaining so much and be thankful we didn't let her kill you"

He said dryly, he saw how you fell surrendered to his arms, for now they should find a way to get you out of here without anyone noticing

_

The days passed quickly in the mansion, they had you with a kind of muzzle on your mouth to prevent any incident

Although after having "revived" you were only aggressive once, to tell the truth this version of you was much calmer and less energetic than the previous one

After Bruce asked Constantine for help he told him that most likely you had been turned into a demon and that if they wanted you to be human again the person that turned you into a demon was supposed to turn you back into a human

For days the batfam spent their time investigating and trying to find information about the person who did that to you but they found almost nothing

But almost nothing was that bad, it seemed you rejected human flesh and blood and you recovered energy by sleeping, you didn't need to eat or drink water just sleep

Most of the day (not to say all day) you spent somewhere in the mansion sleeping

Everyone fought over who would cuddle with you during your morning nap, they agreed on a deal that every day of the week it would be a family member's turn to sleep with you and take care of you

And after everything worked, most of your memories disappeared so they didn't have to worry about you remembering what horrible siblings they were

They also found out that you can't be in the sun unless you want to disintegrate and die

Tim thought it was a good idea to open the windows so you could see the sun after so long

Tim's expression The horror on his face was great when he saw how your skin began to burn and how you screamed in pain

He quickly closed the windows and approached you to see your condition

Luckily your regenerative abilities were very helpful, but Tim still didn't escape Bruce's scolding and you think Damian almost killed Tim that day

You could say that the days in the mansion were good, of course sometimes you would like to go out and see other places but you knew it would be impossible

The batfam preferred to die rather than let you wander alone through the streets of Gotham again, in their eyes you were still that weak little girl even knowing that you could easily kill them all

For now you should get used to this life until they find a cure

But you shouldn't worry, when you are cured they will never let you go again

Never

I finished this quicker than I thought

I hope you like it because I probably won't upload anything for 3 or 4 days

byeee

[theeyecrab]

Closing my eyes, I knew my life was about to end. I was old, loved, and had the chance to see my own children and grandchildren grow, and it was time. I was sick for a while, but it was not painful or sad. I've had a good life, and I was at peace. I just needed one last thing.

“Lisa, darling, could you please give me Everdell?” I asked.

She looked at me, confused, and said “Eh sure dad, but what do you need it for? I thought you wanted to sleep.” I didn’t answer, just smiled, and she brought the game to me anyway. I think she knew my end was near as well. 

I held the game over my chest, and closed my eyes one final time.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I was in a very white space, and there was a cloaked figure standing near me. YOUR TIME HAS COME. I heard a voice. Well, maybe heard is not the right word. More like felt. I felt the words inside my head. “I’m sorry if this is insensitive, but, are you Death?” YES. I heard the voice again, and smiled. Then I handed Death my copy of Everdell, and said "I hope you don't mind my assumption, but according to our legends you really like games…This one is my favorite. I just wanted to give you a thank you gift for taking me peacefully." THANK YOU. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME, BUT I LIKE IT NONTHELESS. I felt the voice echoing inside my head. “Would you like me to teach you? We can play now if you want.” YES. PLEASE.

And so we sat down, me and Death, and we played Everdell. After a long and fun game, I ended up winning. I didn’t think much of it, and expected Death to take me, but then they spoke again. SINCE YOU WON THE GAME, they said, YOU CAN STAY. ALIVE. IF YOU WANT, WE CAN MAKE THIS A WEEKLY THING. PLAYING THE GAME. I was surprised, but thought, why not? “I would very much love that,” I said, “and if you want we can try different games as well.” YES. Death said, and disappeared. When I woke up the next morning, I was no longer sick, and the game was scattered all over the floor.

And that, my darlings, the story of how your great great grandmother is still healthy at her very old age, and how she plays board games with Death themselves every week. Now, it’s time to sleep. Goodnight.

You hand Death your copy of the board game Everdell. "I hope you don't mind my assumption. Acording to our legends you really like games…This one is my favorite. I just wanted to give you a thank you gift for taking me peacefully."

[amorre1989]

metal box

word count: 3,6k

about?: your sweet boyfriend forgot his lunch, and you're a sweetheart so you bring it to him.

who?: Spencer Reid; reader; Penelope Garcia; Derek Morgan; David Rossi; Aaron Hotchner; Jennifer Jareau.

maybe next time I'll write about dinner night with the team ;)

The bed felt empty. The space that was some hours ago filled with your boyfriend's warmth was now filled with wrinkled sheets. You sighted, you missed him, even after sharing the night together. The clock hit 9 am and you got up, you went directly to the kitchen just to see: the little box that holds Spence's usual snacks and a little sandwich accompanied with a note from you, resting on the counter of the kitchen, Spence would never forget something like that...is it a trick? an excuse for you to bring it? for him to go back home and to see you? (still sleeping, as usual).

"I think you might have forgotten something, baby" you texted, then deleted it. What if I surprise him? would it be wrong? out of place? maybe would it make him feel embarrassed to have his little girlfriend bringing him his lunch? as if he's a dumb lost kid. No...he wouldn't... right?

There you were, all dressed up (just in case) in front of the door of a big building unknown to you. You asked a secretary where you have to go, then followed by a little chat and her indicating the elevator where you had to get in, you got in. There you are...in an elevator... of your boyfriend's work, serious work, a work only men do, men with big brains and... beautiful eyes...and, next thing you know you're smiling like a goof remembering his face, so cute.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked good, the sunshine from the morning made an effect on you. Spence told you, once he saw you enjoying the sun on a warm day, that vitamin D helps the body to absorb calcium, which helps the bones, so now, it feels like your bones tickle every time you're under it.

A sound, a movement, the elevator doors opened, why are you nervous? this is dumb.

You walked, a little lost, looking for something to indicate your boyfriend's location.

"hello!" you turned around. A blonde, with bangs and a very colorful outfit was saying hello to you.

"hi!" you smiled "I'm looking for Dr Reid, do you know him?".

"I do! why are you looking for him?" she looked down at your hands, holding that metal box she seemed familiar with. "oh.my.god. that's Spencer's lunch box!"

You giggled, "yeah, he forgot it at home, I wanted to give it to him"

"you're- you're his girlfriend!?" you felt like she was about to throw herself at you, you smiled and nodded. "oh my god! this is so exciting!" she tooked your arm and made you walk towards a door, people were watching you, people tipping on a keyboard and answering calls.

She knocked on the door, is Spence there?

"I'm Penelope by the way" she said while waiting for someone to shout her to come in.

It clicked, of course she was.

"oh I'm sorry!, I'm Y/N, Spence has told me a lot about you, about everyone actually he tells me you're a genius with technology and-" you got interrupted by the door opening, she did.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but I have a little present for Reid right behind me..." she said, you could hear her smiling. She took your hand and exposed you to what felt like the world. Then you saw him, confused, all dressed up (so cute!) a tie and a shirt, and...pants and stuff. With his hair styled as you told him he looked good!.

He smiled, blushing "hey!" he got up and stand in front of you.

"hi" you smiled "you forgot...your lunch, I'm sorry, is this wrong?" you asked. His face, so close, but perfectly positioned to allow you to notice Garcia whispering "she's his girlfriend!" expecting not to be heard.

"no! it's perfect, thank you! thank you..." he kissed your cheek. Maybe that was what was necessary to make the theories be confirmed, he kissed your cheek! you saw some eyes about to leave their respective faces, and smiles and open mouths, and a little gasp and jumps coming from, who else? Garcia.

"uhm...this is the team, guys, this is my girlfriend y/n" he introduced you, you waved along with a smiling hi, followed by a ton of hello's from the team.

"anyway" you said to Spence "that was it baby, I don't wanna bother you"

"you don't bother me..." he said, face like he was hurt by you thinking you'd EVER bother him.

"you're good! come here, sit!" you heard from who you assume is Derek. "let's have a little chat" he said taping the desk.

"oh no, please, you're working, I didn't mean to bother" you said smiling, interrupting wasn't your intention.

"oh please! when will we have the chance to meet you anyway!?" said Garcia.

"it would be more appropriate to do it over dinner" said probably Hotch, damn what a deep voice.

Spence looked at you, those eyes, god, you could eat them.

"we could...have dinner at my house if you'd like someday" you smiled "thank you though, please, I don't mean to bother" again, bother, what an ugly word.

"that'd be lovely, do you cook?" said an old man, Rossi.

"I try..." you answered. He smiled, Spence rushed to say "she does! she cooks very well, she's the one that took care of me when I had the chicken pox and only drank soup for two weeks"

"I love soup, maybe you can share your recipe for my kids" you heard from a pretty blonde woman.

"of course" you smiled. "anyway...I'll let you guys work, I'll be waiting for our dinner, nice to meet you all".

A ton of hands waved in your direction next to " "bye's" and some "nice to meet you". Spence walked you to the elevator, holding hands walking playfully.

"thank you for bringing me my lunch, babe" he said, holding the low of your back.

"it's nothing...did you actually forget it though?" you asked.

He smiled, you laughed and hit him with your elbow.

"I'm not the only profiler in the house I see" he said leaning his face close to yours, you smiled and kissed him. Again, that sound from the elevator.

"I'll see you at night" it almost felt like your body didn't want to leave his, you felt his fingers gripping the back of your sweater, you kissed him again and tried to walk to the elevator but you felt his grip on your arm, he kissed you again, then a little kiss, then you gave him another.

"I love you, thank you" he said. You waved while pressing the elevator button.

"I love you more" you said

"I love you more" he said and leaned again to kiss you one last time, you giggled and the elevator doors closed after he got his head out of them both. Your last view was him waving and smiling, that dumb smile that made you melt and feel safe the first day you saw him, so sweet, so him. As you.

[cowgirlvi]

mdni, sub bottom!jinx, fem top!reader, vaginal sex, fingering, anal sex, slight painal, doggystyle, vulgar sorry

wc; 2,816

thinking about having anal sex with jinx for the first time. she loves the feeling of her pussy being stretched open, so naturally, she assumes she’ll feel the same way when you fuck your cock into her ass. she has an ass built for anal sex. it’s a perky little peach that fits perfectly in your hands, that looks so cute in the tiny panties she sleeps in.

after scrolling through reddit forums that discuss the ins and outs of anal sex, she finds herself obsessed with the thought of you filling up her second hole. how pleasurable it would feel, how intimate it would be. she doesn’t know how to bring it up to you, doesn’t know if that would be asking too much. she wonders if she should subconsciously put the idea in your brain so you bring it up yourself, but that would take time; weeks maybe. jinx doesn’t have weeks to spare, not when she wants your strap in her asshole now. besides, you always tell her that communication is key in a relationship.

but she can’t help herself when you’re fucking her pussy one day, loud plap sounds filling the room when your hips meet her ass. she’s arched like a cat, drooling onto your bedsheets, her jaw hanging open as she’s fucked stupid. you’re pulling on her blue braids and she loves the way it makes her scalp sting.

then you move her woven hair all into one hand, your palm sliding down her back to rest on her ass, kneading the plump fat. you can never get enough of the way her ass looks, especially when you’re filling up her pussy from behind, how it ripples and bounces when you slam into her.

”aghh! you’re f-fucking me— nghh— so hard,” jinx cries, her raspy voice is so whiny and cute. fuck, she drives you crazy. you feel completely mad, desperate to figure out how to make her pleasure even more intense.

you love how responsive she is whenever you touch her, how her eyes glaze over and roll back into her skull when she has her pussy filled in any type of way, how her tongue lolls out stupidly when she’s really losing her mind. you love the way her skin erupts in goosebumps and how her entire body trembles with the effort of keeping your strap inside her, never wanting you to leave.

”you look so good like— huuh, this,” you tell her, and you’re panting at the strength in which you’re fucking her. you hammer your hips against her, using your grip on her hair to keep her back arched obscenely.

you're so deep inside her; you wonder if your strap is kissing her cervix, or if you managed to get even farther than that.

you use your index and thumb to spread her cheeks apart, admiring the way her little fuckhole is stretched obscenely around your cock. her pussy is creamy and gushing and loud. then your eyes land on her pink, puckered rim. biting your lip, you wonder how tight she is in her second hole.

and without even thinking, your thumb is circling her asshole while you fuck her, stimulating her in so many different ways— in ways she’s never felt before, except by her own fingers. she’s surprised to say the least; she hadn’t even started her subliminal message plan on you yet.

”please!” she cries meekly.

”hmm?” 

”put your finger in my ass— ahh! i need it so bad,” and jinx sounds like she’s about to start sobbing out of frustration.

you groan, surprised and unbelievably turned on. your heart rate increases, pounding at the thought of being inside her tight little asshole, your nails biting into her skin. “god, baby, are you sure?”

instead of answering, she face-plants into your bedsheets, bringing her hands back to her asscheeks. she digs her nails deeply into her flesh until it turns red while holding herself open. her asshole is on full display, the pink rim twitching like it needs to be filled. 

you pound into her with renewed vigor, flesh slapping against flesh filling your bedroom lewdly. you’ve never felt so horny before, so pussydrunk.

you collect the juices from her pussy on your digit, then you slowly sink your index finger inside her and her ass sucks you in greedily. you moan gutturally and gasp at how velvety and warm she feels in her second hole, at the way her ass is massaging your finger. “how are all your holes so needy, baby?”

you can’t believe how much you lucked out, how every single one of her holes is just desperate to be stretched and used. you’re pumping the tip of your index finger in and out of jinx’s tight asshole, as you continue pounding into her dripping pussy from behind. she’s like a furnace inside, a stark contrast to how freezing her pale skin always is.

she has full-body shivers, huffing and gasping, fucking back against you with newfound determination.

”how does it feel, sweetheart?” you wonder, curling the tip of your finger every now and again.

”good— uhh! it feels so good,” she keens. she’s still obediently holding her ass open for you. you push your finger inside her entirely to the first knuckle, dizzy with the way the digit disappears inside her ass. it’s both intimate and extremely vulgar. 

”yeah? you like when i stuff both your holes full?” you hum and jinx mewls, nodding enthusiastically.

“yes, fuck my ass— hnggf! i want y-your cock, uuuh, in my ass,” she sobs.

“jinx—!”

you can’t handle her dirty mouth anymore; you come instantly, your lips falling open in a silent scream. you’re twitching and jerking your hips against her ass uncontrollably. your thrusts are uncoordinated and deep, really grinding the base of the strap against your clit— which, in turn, vibrates against her cervix.

jinx orgasms as well, the little minx squirting on your cock in euphoria. she lets out an ungodly wail, louder than you’ve ever heard before, and you suddenly wish she was laying on her back so you could see what her face looks like in this moment. you imagine her face is the perfect picture of debauched ecstasy, her tongue lolling out and panting like a dog, tears and drool streaming down her face— reminiscent of a porn star.

you collapse forward on top of her, the strap slipping free from her cunt with your index finger. you lay across her slim back, immobile and buzzing. she sighs contently, bringing her hand back to rub her fingers across your head. her long nails scratch against your scalp and tangle in strands of hair. this feels nice, you think you could fall asleep like this, passed out in utter bliss— except, jinx is pushing you off of her.

you groan in question, falling onto your back beside her. your strap is still fastened around your hips and it springs up like a jack-in-the-box. you feel too lazy to take it off right now.

“quick, stretch out my ass.”

“huh?”

jinx bends across your bed, her hand reaching around in your bedside drawer for the bottle of lube you purchased in the past. the battle is sealed shut, never having to use it previously because jinx’s pussy is always so remarkably wet. “you should probably get three fingers inside me.”

“what— you mean right now?” you ask dumbly. you’re surprised by how lucid she is— but when she puts her mind to something, she always follows through.

her voice becomes shrill, “yes, now! how much longer are you going to make me wait?!”

so, after what felt like hours of stretching jinx open— of playing with her heart-shaped ass and managing to make her come two more times— your fingers are cramped up and you finally deemed her hole ready for your cock.

your strap is completely drenched in lube, resting on her ass as if you’re measuring how deep it’ll go inside her. you kneed her cheeks, building further anticipation in her gut. it’s a promise of what's to come, a teasing hint of the deep, stretching pleasure that you’re going to inflict on her. jinx’s pretty pink asshole is clenching around nothing, hungry and waiting.

you grab the thick base of your strap and rub the fat head teasingly over her tight hole. the flared tip pushes against the clenched ring of muscle, not yet breaching it, just applying a maddening amount of pressure. jinx writhes beneath you, trying to push her hips back so your cock slips inside her hole, but she’s too tight to do it all by herself.

you know that you’re pushing her to the very brink of sanity with your teasing administrations and torturously slow pace. you take your time, leisurely trailing your fingers along the curves of her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm globes as if you have all the time in the world. you’re waiting for jinx to beg for it, to scream in frustration— and predictably, she does.

”just— put it in already!”

you part her small cheeks wide with your hands, exposing her fluttering, twitching hole to the cool air of the room, and she shudders, a full-body tremble that starts at the base of her spine and radiates upwards.

"fuckk, look at this greedy little asshole," you murmur. your voice is a dark, sinful rumble as you lean in to trace the rim of her entrance with the tip of your finger.

“ugh, shut up!” she groans, embarrassed— but she clearly likes the way you’re talking to her at the same time, because she eagerly pushes her ass against you for more. and it’s intoxicating, the power you hold over jinx in this moment; the way you can reduce your strong, fierce girlfriend to a needy, wanton mess with just a few well-placed touches and dirty words.

growing serious, you say, “you ready f’me, baby?” and you rub your palm down her back lovingly. you squirt more lube onto both the dildo and jinx’s hole. it’s a sticky, squelching mess.

”obviously,” she answers monotone. you scoff, swatting at her ass for her attitude, but you know her defensiveness is just a coping mechanism, a way to hide the vulnerability she's feeling in this moment. you don’t mind, not really. it’s just a small stumbling block on the path to the ecstasy that awaits you both.

then you line up your strap with her hole. the head of your cock pops past the shiny, cherry-red rim of her asshole. jinx hisses, gripping at your bedsheets with earnest. the head is inside her and it feels like so much already. she spasms, glitches, and tries to run away from your strap, tries to make the head slip back out.

”noo, sweetheart. stay still and relax, okay?” you instruct, and she muffles a sob in the bedsheets but obeys you all the same. you hold onto her wide hips and pull her further onto your cock— an inch, then another, then another, until you’re halfway inside her. you go slowly, giving her lithe body time to adjust to the thick, foreign intrusion stretching her open. jinx mewls the entire time, trembling like she’s out in the dead of winter.

”mmffuck!” she gasps, thoroughly speechless.

you swear you can feel her clenching heat, every flutter, every spasm, every desperate attempt she makes to adjust to the intense stretch of being filled so completely. it’s intoxicating, knowing that you’re the one causing such exquisite pleasure and discomfort, such delicious agony.

“shh, baby. just breathe," you coo, rubbing soothing circles on the small of her back as you continue to sink into her, inch by torturous inch. "you’re doing so good, sweetheart. taking it so well, mmm.”

jinx can only whimper in response, her raspy voice breaking, cracking as she tries to process the overwhelming sensations consuming her. it’s too much, too fucking much, and also not nearly enough. she feels split open, stretched to the limit, and yet her body keeps trying to adjust, keeps trying to accommodate your thick length.

when you’re finally buried inside her to the hilt, you pause, just letting jinx feel how full her second hole is— and you’re rocking your hips slowly, grinding against her abused walls.

”ahhh!” she keens when you leisurely pull out an inch, then carefully slide back inside to the hilt. it feels different from when you fuck her pussy; it’s harder to move and she’s gripping you so tightly that it’s harshly grinding against your clit. you can barely believe that you’re really inside her peachy ass.

”how does it feel, baby?” you wonder, keeping a slow rhythm. her ass bounces lightly against your abdomen. you trace one of your fingertips around her stretched rim, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sight. her rim is swollen, it’s red like cherries, and you want to lick it.

she hisses through her teeth again and says, “it— mmf! it hurts, it hurts— ahh, b-but i like it.”

your head falls back, morning debauched into the open air. you’re so turned on by the thought that jinx will take anything you give her, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it overwhelms her. “you’re so slutty— ungh! so desperate for cock— and you need it, don’t you? need to be filled all the time.”

”yes, yes! need you all the time, please—“

you’re still leisurely thrusting into her but every time you bottom out, you conclude your administrations with a sudden, harsh pound into her hole. it makes her scream every time, it makes jinx claw at the bedsheets like a misbehaving cat. 

your own eyesight appears hazy, you feel drunk, electricity is buzzing underneath your skin. jinx presses her hips back against you with hopelessness, wanting you to go faster despite how much it’s hurting her. your cock plunges into her with obscene slushy sounds, using her for your own amusement.

“oh, janna—! mmph,” jinx moans as you thrust deep inside her. the room is noisy between your panting, heavy breaths, the way jinx is mewling and crying, and the loud wetness of her asshole taking your cock.

“you’re such a princess, babe. you should, ahh, be paying me for taking such good care of you,” you say teasingly.

jinx moans whorishly, embarrassed by the thought of how much work it is to keep her little holes satisfied. she’s ashamed of how utterly wanton she sounds, but she can't help it, can't stop the debauched noises spilling from her candy-red lips. she feels like she's losing her mind, like her entire world has narrowed down to only the feeling of your strap plunging in and out of her.

”you like that? you’d pay anyone just to have your holes filled, wouldn’t you?”

”fuck no, no— anghh, only you!”

her body is drawn tight like a bowstring, her legs trembling like that of a baby deer’s. she’s so humiliated by how desperately she craves your touch, your cock, your everything. but she can't deny it, can't hide it, not with the way her body is betraying her, the way her abused hole is clenching and fluttering so visibly.

you’re hardly moving inside her— it’s difficult to, with how tight she is— but even that is so immensely stimulating for her hole; it’s enough to build her orgasm in her lower abdomen. the skin of her thighs is glistening with her own sweat, pussy juice, and lube overflowing from her ass.

her greedy pussy is already starting to ripple and quake around nothing; jinx’s second hole grips harshly onto the thick shaft invading her insides. she knows she’s getting close, and you know it too, you can see it in the way she’s struggling to hold herself up, how the muscles in her back are twitching.

you pull your cock out of her entirely all of a sudden. jinx lifts her head, glancing back at you over her shoulder, her pink irises mixed with confusion and something akin to anger. before she can voice her displeasure, you’re quick to shove the entire thing back inside her in one sharp thrust— it’s the dirtiest squelching sound you’ve heard her hole make this entire time— and that’s what does it for her; the feeling of being so empty one second and then immensely full the next.

”holy shiiit, baby— aghhff!” she wails, toes curling against the bedsheets and she tosses her head back, blue braids whipping behind her. jinx’s back arches sharply, her spine a perfect, rigid line of tension as pleasure zings up and down her nerves like she was shocked by electricity. she’s flinching at how over-sensitive her asshole feels by now. her pale skin is completely covered in goosebumps.

it feels like she comes for hours by the time she’s finished.

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[quarterlifekitty]

hey… anymore pee ? sorry 😞 it consumes my waking days

Come sit and enjoy my tale

So, while I can easily imagine a lot of the guys as being into a bit of watersports, I think Soap and Nikolai are the biggest enthusiast. Soap is terminally long-term bitchless, probably because of how fixated he gets on the idea of enacting certain fantasies.

Imagine the 141 being over at Nik’s between ops, and Soap notices Nik’s girlfriend, you, are never without a drink in your hand. Every time you finish your cup, Nik wordlessly fills it back up for you. To a casual observer, it’s quite sweet how he takes care of things like that without you ever even needing to ask. Soap remarks upon it around the fourth or fifth time Nik gets up to refill your cup. “What’re you waterin’ her so much for?” He jokes, “Expectin’ a drought?”

He means it just as a harmless bit of banter. But the answer gives him pause.

“It’s for something that shouldn’t be discussed in polite company,” Nikolai responds with a sly smile, kissing your cheek after you teasingly pinch him.

The night wears on, with Soap having the good sense not to bring it up again, until he’s more than a little drunk and he’s ended up alone at the table with Nik, everyone else having gone off to sleep or wind down.

“C’n Ah ask ye somethin’?”

“Depends on what.”

“Do you an’ her… do ye… does she piss on ye sometimes?” He blurts out, stumbling over his own tongue as the words are drip fed from his brain. Nik’s laughter is raucous.

“That’s just one part of it— but yes. I’ve been known to indulge.”

“How… how d’you do it? Ah’ve been tryin’ tae find a girl who’ll do that kinda shite with me for ma whole life, seems like.”

“It was quite mutual. Hard to remember who first brought it up.”

Soap let’s put a lengthy sigh. “Yer a lucky man, Nik. Ne’er forget tha’.”

“You want her to do it for you, too? She’s probably drank enough tonight for it.”

“What?” What?

[scream4toji]

Hi I love your fics! Can I request make-up sex with Toji?

(thank you for the request 💕 sorry it takes a little while to get to the smut. Gotta build up the mood yeah?)

+ 18 only nsfw

The house always looks small and tight when you are trying to avoid him. After a heated argument, you give him the cold shoulder and squeeze past him in the kitchen while he makes a sandwich for himself. Your soft body slightly brushes up against his rigid frame. He purposefully didn’t budge to give you space to pass through between the island and the kitchen counters.

Your hand almost itched to smack his ass but you made a tight fist and walked towards the fridge, grabbing yourself a soda and making your journey back out of the kitchen.

He just quietly watched you struggle past him again, feeling a small tug on his lips which he fought off in case it pissed you off any further.

It had been 3 days now. Three days of sleeping on the couch. Luckily those 3 days were working days so they did pass by quickly. But today was the weekend. And only 11am. Time dragged.

And you felt it too. You woke up late hoping that staying in bed would kill some time but the queen size bed felt empty without him. Your mind just wondered and it was best to kick start your day by going out for a morning walk.

You got a lot done that morning because Toji wasn’t there groping you or humping you every hour on the clock. He had the tendency to let you know how much he wanted you. He restrained himself during the week just to give it to you ten times during the weekend.

Now you were missing his touch. His voice. His love.

You grabbed your iPad and sat on the couch to do some reading or mindless scrolling to keep yourself distracted. But it was hard when he was always there, in your face. You noticed him from the corner of your eyes as he entered the living room and sat down on the couch beside you, taking a huge bite of his sandwich and flipping on the TV. The soft cushions shifted as his large frame occupied the seat beside you. You try to ignore him and focus on your screen. He purposefully makes it hard for you to focus and continues to shuffle, irritating your last nerves.

“Would you quit with this fidgeting!”, you snap at him.

“Cant get comfortable with a hard-on”, he explained, spreading his legs out to give his crotch some space.

You roll your eyes and set your iPad aside. “Is that your way of apologizing?”

“Nah. I just answered your question. I didn't ask ya to suck me off. Unless ya wanna?”, he grinned and took another bite of his sandwich while closely observing you.

You narrow your eyes, letting him know you won't be the first to cave. Not until he apologized first. Oh, you can't even remember what the argument was about anymore. You just want someone to apologize so both of you can get back to your regular Saturday program, fucking like rabbits.

But he won't apologize. His ego was too bloated it gave you heartburn.

You can't be around him. You were this close to caving in, his clothed erection making it more difficult to stay committed to your resolve. Just when you were about to get up and leave, you felt a strong grip on your wrist. “Sorry”, you heard him mumble.

“What was that?”, you turn around and ask.

While still holding the sandwich in one hand, he undid the buttons to his tight pants and popped out his hard dick to give it some room to breathe. “Me and my dick give. Sorry”, he grinned while shamelessly stroking his cock in front of you.

His apology didn't seem genuine. But he could never hide the fact that he needed you.

You slowly straddle his lap, careful of his dancing cock and wrap your arms around his neck. You gave him one of the most starved kisses possible, almost ready to rip his lips off. His one hand rests on the small of your back and his other still carried the half eaten sandwich. He returned your kiss with just as much ferociousness, both of your angers slowly dissolving away with each passing minute.

You finally peel away from his saliva coated lips to catch your breath. His exposed cock was nicely snuggled between both your bellies and the rubbing friction excited it to the point of leaking some pre.

You stand up to pull down your leggings and your panties all at once. You spread your legs to reveal your soaked pussy lips. Toji takes another bite of his sandwich and slowly guides you on top of him.

“Ugh why are you so thick down there”, you let out a groan from discomfort as you try to sit on his cock. His veiny girth stretches your opening and you only got pass the tip.

“Shoulda let me fuck ya in the middle of the week. Hump day on hump day”, he joked, guiding you by the hips onto his length.

It doesn't take long for your body to relax and recognize his invading cock. You take nice deep breaths, your previous anger and anxiety had you tensed up. Toji massaged up and down your spine with one hand, trying to get you to relax around him.

“Not complain’ though. Tight as a virgin today”, he commented.

You just brush off his remarks and slowly start to move your hips up and down, feeling your body relaxing further with each thrust.

Toji took one final big bite of his sandwich and wrapped his hands around your waist to power back at you with raw strength. You arch your back as he hits all the right spots and has you cumming within a matter of minutes.

“Babe you outta let me fuck you during the week. Ya loosin’ the stamina”, he suggests while still hammering away into your fluttering cunt.

You are still convulsing on top of him and he pulls you into his chest, hugging you protectively and apologetically, his hips not stopping for a single moment. He had to make up for the lost time.

“‘m sorry...doll. Le’s not.....fight.…again”, he managed to scramble out of his mouth before painting your insides a nice shade of white.

You think that was all it took? It was a five hour apology. He apologized in the kitchen. In the shower. On the balcony. In the car as you went to grab some take-out lunch because you burnt the fish because he was fucking you mad. And finally the apology ended up on the bed. He had you on your back, fingers interlaced above your head and he went at a slower pace this time. His sensitive red cock was ready for a break. So was your sore sloppy cum drippin’ pussy.

“Oh, did i say ‘m sorry?”, he asked between his gentle casual hip thrusts and sweet tender kisses.

“Hmmm like five times”, you mentally counted how many times he came inside or on you.

[ratb0yyy]

SLEEPING HEADCANONS

SQUID GAME 2 x READER

Genre - Fluff

Reader is G/N!!

Characters: Hyun-Ju, Se-mi

a/n : this might be OOC, I'm so sorry if it is !!

Cho Hyun-Ju / Player 120

• Most of the time, Hyun-Ju is the big spoon

• This is because it makes her feel like she's protecting you and keeping you safe in a way

• She'll very rarley be the little spoon

• If you insist on being the big spoon, she'll allow it and won't mind too much

• Hyun-Ju also LOVES to hold your hands in hers when you guys are sleeping

• Hyun-Ju falls asleep pretty quickly

• If you're not the type of person to fall alseep quickly, or you have insomnia, she will try her best to help you sleep

• She would play with your hair, or your fingers and talk to you till you fell asleep

• Hyun-Ju also wakes up pretty early

•She'll let you sleep in if you guys don't have something planned

• If you guys do have something planned, she will hold your face in her hands, and whisper softly, with a soft smile on her face: "s/o, it's time to get up.."

• When you wake up all groggy, she will push your hair out of your face and place a gentle kiss on your forehead

• Hyun-Ju loves to make you breakfast in the morning !! (she also just loves cooking for you in general)

Se-mi / Player 380

• Se-mi doesn't mind what position you guys cuddle in, she also doesn't care much for cuddling

• But, when she does want to cuddle, she likes to lay on your chest and listen to your heart beat

• She's not one to fall asleep quickly, so if you're like her she won't know how to help you sleep

• You and Se-mi probably stay up late alot

• If you guys are up late you're normaly just watching TV till you both fall asleep

• Se-mi also rarley gets up early in the morning (mostly cause of staying up late..)

• She would probably want to stay in bed and cuddle for a couple more minutes before getting up

•"We should probably be getting up.." You say, sleepiness still in your eyes

•"Yea.. yea.. Sure.. Just a couple more... minutes..." Se-mi responds, with no intention of getting up anytime soon

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

• Dae-ho LOVES cuddling with you

• He doesn't care what cuddling position you guys are in

• He will hug you so hard when cuddling 😭

• Dae-ho usually falls alseep pretty quickly

• The only time he doesn't fall asleep quickly is if he's having bad memorys during his time as a marine

• When he can't sleep you'll ask him if he wants to talk about it and get it off his chest

• If he doesn't want to talk about it you guys will talk to eachother and watch your guys' favorite TV show or movie together (cuddling obviously)

• Sometimes he'll have panic attacks in the middle of the night due to nightmares reminding him of the trauma he endured as a marine

• When comforting him, you reasure him that everythings okay and that he's safe

• When you hug him and run your hands through his hair and he will slowly calm down

• It takes Dae-ho a while to fall asleep after these panic attacks

• Dae-ho is definitely morning person, so expect to be waking up early every morning 🥲

• When he wakes up he loves to admire you while you're still sleeping

• He just smiles to himself, thinking of how lucky he is to have you

Choi Su-bong / Thanos / Player 230

• Choi is sleeping on top of you 😭

• He is CLINGYY

• If you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night he will refuse to get off of you

• Choi doesn't fall asleep very fast, he likes to stay up late

• He prefers to stay up late with you but doesn't mind if you go to sleep before him

• He's a pretty deep sleeper, so good luck getting him up 😭

• Literally refuses to get up if you try to wake him

• He'll pull you back into bed and hug you, nuzzling his head in your neck

• "Lay with me for a little whilee.." he whines

• "How long is a little while?"

• "Just a couple minutes.." he answers, smiling

• That couple minutes turned into an hour.. 😶

Nam-gyu / player 124

• Nam-gyu goes to sleep pretty early

• He won't force you to go to sleep with him but he'll ask

• He doesn't really like going to sleep alone

• He can stay up late but prefers not to

• If you're someone who stays up late, he might get a little worried about you staying up too late

• Nam-gyu's pretty clingy, so any cuddling position is fine with him

• As long as he's touching you in some way, then he's happy

• Nam-gyu prefers to be the big spoon over little spoon

• If you want to be big spoon he'll refuse at first but then he eventually gives in to being the little spoon (he seceretly loves it)

• Nam-gyu will also play with your hair

• He's probably waking up before you

• He'll let you sleep for a little long before he gets lonley and decides to wake you up

a/n : sorry if this is buns 😭 this is my first fic

[mwahbabe]

on my knees begging for dealer! ellie! 💋

being your dealers favourite <3

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

mdni, smut, car sex, fingering(r!recieving, drug use(e!&r!), squirting, fluff, fwb to something.

a/n: aaahhh i’m sorry this took forever omg not very demure not very mindful at all but boy oh boy do i love me some dealer ellie 🫦

ellie is not the type to give handouts or “hook people up” she’s hard up for money and if you don’t have it, there’s the door. no exceptions. period.

except…. she is. for you anyway. she can’t even remember how much you owe her now. always giving in to your excuses. falling for your stupid puppy dog eyes and that pout you gave her.

“ellss can i come over?” ┃

els🔌┃“you still owe you know.”

“pleaseeee? i’m broke and having a hard week :(“┃

els🔌┃“when are you not having a hard week ?”

“how do you think I feel??.” ┃

els🔌┃“i’m home. don’t keep me waiting.”

she had tried to be strong. she really had. but when she first saw you she became all awkward and nervous seeing a pretty girl show up at her asking for weed. the more you came over the sweeter she became on you. letting you share her blunt and not asking for money, to meeting you wherever to give you what you asked for.

it was annoying how everytime she saw your notification pop up on her phone she answered straight away, even if she knew you had no money to give her, how when she knew you were coming she would straighten out her dirty apartment and try to make it somewhat clean and when meeting you somewhere would try and make herself a bit more presentable and clean the trash out of her car. not that you minded in the slightest. her gaze always wandering to your exposed cleavage or your exposed thighs in those little shorts while you were yapping about whatever while stoned on her couch.

she would always tell herself, no more. she has to pay this time. and always end up giving it to you every. single. time. and then one night you had hooked up. you were at hers getting your usual handout and spending a little more time with her because you actually enjoyed her company. she enjoyed yours too, you were actually fun to be around and good company. you stayed over at hers, ellie let you sleep in her bed, must have been the weed or how you looked that night because ellie ended up knuckles deep in you whispering praise in your ear as her thumb rubbed your clit. “yeah.. that’s it baby… there ya go.. cum on my fingers baby.” you two never brought it up again, only brushing it off as a casual thing and you two were inebriated so it didn’t mean anything. not like ellie didn’t think about it every night and touch her clit and finger fuck herself thinking about your moans and taste. she tried so hard to be firm on you but she just couldn’t. not after that.

also that one night you texted her at 3am.

“elss? are you holding?i’m on my period and i’m broke and in pain i just wanna get high:(”┃

els🔌┃ “aww you poor thing.”

“plsss??:((“┃

ellliieeee????┃

els🔌┃“i’m on my way princess. say thankyou.”

“thankyou so much els ur the best<33”┃

she never drops off unless the price is right. but you’re the exception. and when she showed up to your house not only with the weed but with some snacks and chocolate for you, claiming it was for when you get the “munchies” but really she knew how being on your period sucked and especially while sober, she would lying to herself if she said she wouldn’t have given it to you anyway. she practically invited herself in and insists on keeping you company and rolling a joint for the two of you, trying to act as if it was so you wouldn’t have all the weed to yourself. which was bullshit. she couldn’t stand the thought of you lonely and in pain during that awful time of month. hell. she hated it too.

that night she had grabbed some blankets and cushions and laid the weed and snacks she brought out making sure you were comfy and made you hot tea and put on a movie you both liked and let you cuddle up to her after you both passed the joint back and forth, she had stayed over and rubbed your back until you fell asleep in her arms when the weed had done it’s job.

she was weak for you. you had her. and you both knew it. after a few days on cue came your text.

“hiiii <3 can i come thru?”┃

els🔌┃“i’m out rn. i’ll pick you up.”

“kay <3” ┃

you put your slippers on and threw on a jacket, waiting around until not even five minutes later her “here.” text made you jump up and head outside, sure enough her car was parked on the road with the headlights on. you walk over to her car the butterflies in your tummy getting more intense the closer you got. as soon as you open the passenger door the smell of weed hits you as well as the musky but clean scent of ellies cologne. a smell you had grown to love. “heyy.” you smiled as you hopped in after ellie had been frantically cleaning off the junk off the seat.

“hey princess. sorry bout the mess. hop in.” “ellie you know i don’t care. my car is worse.” you giggle as you shut the door.

ellie chuckled and started the car then pulled off the curb onto the road, her tatted arm on the steering wheel while her other arm was rested on her knee, the tattoo visible with her hoodie sleeve rolled up slightly as she gripped the steering wheel. you couldn’t not stare. you both chatted as she drove down the quiet road, barely any cars as it was past 3am. you loved night drives with her, mainly because you knew it always ended in hotboxing her car but she was just genuinely good company and made you laugh. and wet.

ellie parked up in an empty lot and pulled out a pre-rolled joint out of her pocket holding it out to you. “wanna do the honours?” “you’re so sweet.” you half teased and pulled out your lighter and lit the blunt inhaling it into your lungs and then exhaling, you had gotten good at not coughing.

ellie watched you, her eyes darkening as she watched how your lips wrapped around the joint and how your head leaned back as the cloud of smoke floated above your head as you blew it out. “show off.” ellies voice was slightly hoarse as her shaky had took the blunt off you and inhaled it herself.

“or maybe i’m just better at it.” you retorted, earning a scoff from ellie as she exhaled. “you wish.”

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as you were both chatting back and forth, it didn’t last long before ellie’s hand found it’s way into your panties, at first you just giggled and kept talking, until her fingers circled your clit and your words were cut off, “els..?”

“what? just playing with my favourite customer, that okay with you baby?” your breath catches in your throat and you quickly nod. a little embarrassed how fast you gave in. “yeah..” you lean back against the car seat spreading your legs further, ellie watches both you and her fingers as she circled your clit gathering your wetness. “fuck ellie…” you groan as she rubs you with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. wet noises filled the car, you were already wet from the weed, her voice and being in such close proximity with her but now you couldn’t stop leaking all over her fingers. your voice breathy and needy. “that feel good baby?” she cooed as she went faster, you nodded quickly in response, “need more els.. please.” you whine, the stimulation good but not enough “let’s get these off huh? wanna see you sweet girl.” you didn’t hesitate and rose your hips up sliding your shorts and panties off kicking them aside not giving it a second thought, ellie exhaled as you spread your legs on the seat “atta girl.”

you whimpered. “i got you baby.” she entered two fingers into you, knowing from your previous encounter you could handle it, especially with how soaked you were, a strained groan escaping her at your sounds. ellie’s eyes glanced between your face and her fingers as she slid them in and out of your slick pussy. “such a pretty fuckin pussy..” ellie murmured, you looked at her, your eyes pouty and unfocused, both from the weed and ellie’s ministrations. ellie melted and immediately leaned in to kiss you. her free hand tangled up in your hair as she tilted her head to the side allowing you to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue into your mouth, the car was filled with filthy wet sounds and little groans and whimpers from the two of you. rain tapping on the roof of the car and windows as the heavy breathing from you and ellie fogged up the car windows.

ellie pulled away to kiss down your neck, rough and messily leaving dark marks on all over you, your hands were all over her in return, gripping the fabric of her hoodie, smelling the musky but sweet scent she carried. “god ellie..” you whispered, ellie didn’t skip a beat even as she focused on marking you up. her hand still working between your legs, drawing the cutest moans from you. “so fuckin wet… gonna leave a mess on my seat princess.”

she curled her fingers hitting the perfect spot, your back arched and higher pitched moans came from you, ellie’s palm hit your clit as she sped up, now with a purpose to make you all over her fingers. “taking my fingers so good princess… so perfect.” you couldn’t talk now, your hands gripping her shoulder as you clenched around her fingers. “ellie…ellie!”

“yeah yeah baby i know i know. c’mon princess cum on my fingers.”

you squirmed in the seat as your pussy clenched hard around ellie’s fingers as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, fluid squirting from you each time her fingers moved out of you, spilling all over her car seat your cries and loud groans were music to her ears, you could barely hear her praising and talking you through it, not letting up until she got it all out of you. as your moans died down she slowed until pulling her soaked fingers from you. “atta girl.. shit. you made a fuckin mess huh?” she flicked some of your fluids off and sucked your mess off her fingers, your heart jumping at the sight.

you glanced down at yourself, seeing that little puddle you left on her car seat, immediately covering your face. “fuck you.” ellie laughed, patting your thigh. “hey, don’t be embarrassed. that was fuckin hot.” you uncovered your face and gave a small laugh glancing back at her. both of you seeing the state of each other. “holy shit..” you expressed, fixing yourself and reaching for your shorts and pulling them on, ellie watched with amusement. “yeah.. you good babe?”

you nodded, “way better than.” ellie chuckled and glanced out the window tapping the seat under her before looking back at you starting the engine again. “you wanna grab something to eat?” “aw you’re so sweet, i thought you were supposed to buy me dinner before fucking me?” you teased, pulling you belt on. “ah shit. you’re right. i did this wrong.” ellie said, scoffing. “don’t worry. i’ll do it right next time.” ellie chuckled pulling off the curb.

you rolled your eyes half heartedly but your heart skipped a beat at her words. “next time?” ellie glanced at you as she drove. “yeah.. if you wanna keep doing this.” you smiled, admiring her side profile and her relaxed expression. “yeah of course.” ellie’s hand came to rest on your thigh. “good.”

the rest of the night you two grab food and park up in her car and smoke some more, then go back to hers and snuggle and watch stupid movies stoned and fall asleep together on her couch.

[fungifanart]

Lazy Mornings

Characters: Cater Diamond, Male reader, Yuu!reader, Grim

Word count: 562

CW: Very mildly suggestive if you squint

Notes: HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?! Sorry I haven't posted a regular fic in a hot minute. With regular work on top of schoolwork on top of zine work, my muse has been dead on the floor, but I still wanted to pull something together for Cater’s birthday! (And thank you to @artistnettles for providing the prompt)

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Waking up alone when he was expecting to wake up in his boyfriend's loving embrace isn't exactly the way Cater had hoped to start his birthday.

Sitting up and looking around the room, 'Yep, definitely alone. Not even little Grimmy to keep me company.' Cater concludes.

In a slight huff, Cater turns and stands up from the bed, collecting and putting on various pieces of clothing he'd discarded before going to sleep last night and exiting the Prefect's room in Ramshackle.

Walking down the halls, Cater slowly picks up on a rather appetizing scent wafting from the kitchen and when he arrives there, he sees his boyfriend cooking bacon and eggs at the stove as Grim eats his own portion at the table without acknowledging Cater's presence.

Silently, Cater walks up behind the other man and wraps his arms around his waist while resting his head on his shoulder, "Did no one tell you it's rude to leave the birthday boy all alone?" He says with a pout.

The Prefect scoffs lightly in response, "Well, it's kinda hard to serve you breakfast in bed if you're not in bed." He says while motioning towards the table, "Now are you gonna take a seat or keep me trapped like this?"

As a response, Cater simply nuzzles his face deeper into the Prefect’s neck, the sensation eliciting a small shriek from the man in question and causing Cater to smile as he starts to push further–

“Are you two gonna keep being disgusting or are ya gonna sit down and eat before I puke?” Grim interrupts in an exasperated tone.

Cater quickly lets go as the two men straighten out their posture in embarrassment.

The Prefect clears his throat, clearly flustered,“*ahem* Y-yes, well, the eggs and bacon are almost done and I put on a pot of coffee right before you came in, so if you could get us some mugs from the cabinet, that’d be appreciated.” He says while avoiding eye-contact.

Cater complies, a red flush playing on his cheeks, as the coffee slowly begins filling up the pot under the machine next to the stove.

Before long, the two men are seated on adjacent sides of the table, just starting their meals as Grim finishes his, “Alright, lovebirds, I’m gonna go help set up for Cater’s party at Heartslabyul. Make sure you’re decent when Ace, Deuce and I come to get ya later.” Grim warns as he exits the kitchen and then the dorm.

Cater snorts at that comment, “Since when has Grimmy been the responsible one?” He questions before bringing his coffee mug to his lips.

“I’ve raised him well.” The Prefect hums in response while taking a sip from his own mug.

The two men then proceed to eat their breakfast in a comfortable silence that’s only broken a few minutes later by the sound of chairs moving when the Prefect decides he wants to be closer to his boyfriend upon finishing his meal, “Did you like your birthday breakfast?” He asks while looking at Cater with those adorable eyes of his.

The orange-haired man sets his fork down and takes one last sip of his coffee before answering, “Well, it’s no breakfast in bed, but I love everything you make for me.” He says genuinely before turning his head to share a coffee-flavored birthday kiss with his boyfriend.

[charmac]

Hello I am on a mission because someone I know is offering me $20 to find what episode this gif is from (I have never watched the show) and I will give you like $15 of those $20 if you can help. This is probably the weirdest ask I have ever sent someone ever I am so sorry

^^ the gif in question. no worries if you do not know I just. On tenor it was tagged with charmac and thats your url. I. Know absolutely nothing about this show I am so sorry LOL

LOL.. first thing to know about Sunny is that they have this very annoying habit, since the very beginning and to this day, of using alternate takes/cut scenes in their promo and trailers. And this gif is one of those very fun instances. Technically, it is not a scene in an episode... but it is definitely from an episode, and based on Charlie and Mac's clothes we can easily pin point it to the episode "Mac is a Serial Killer":

This scene exists between the frame above (Mac talking to Charlie about how he's hooking up with Carmen (misunderstood by Charlie as serial killing), and the frame below (Mac telling Charlie that his escapades are over):

There is a cut scene between these two moments in which Mac, after sleeping with Carmen again, goes to Charlie's apartment to confess that same day. The gif you're inquiring about is from that cut scene.

So unfortunately this gif is somewhat considered "lost media" (but more like, never released media Sunny loves to keep to itself). While the moment technically belongs to "Mac is a Serial Killer," it never aired as a scene and therefore doesn't exist.

The good news is we actually have the script for this episode, so we can get the rough idea of what we're missing. I've pasted the script portions below the cut, if you want to pass along to your friend for context! No payment necessary and definitely not a weird ask, lmfao, I am happy to be asked and to know the answer to this :)

You can find and read this script and many, many more on the Paddy's Pub Blog!

[ping-ski]

You mentioned an ex-wife for the sugar daddy au, what's up with that whole thing if you don't mind me asking??

(Also will this be an y/n au or not for context???)

ok ok so..! i call her ex-wife, literally just so i can make the "i miss my wife tails" joke but more accurately she's actually his ex-fiancée! now im trusting myself not to share too much because eventually i wanna write this all out:

This is a y/n au!! They have a tiny bit of established lore that I'm reusing from what was initially a separate au that I combined with the sugar daddy au 'cause why not? I've been meaning to share some doodles I have for them but I've had no time/motivation

Now, I'm waving my hand vaguely here for this next bit: Eclipse only got into sugaring/sugar dating AFTER he and his ex-fiancée broke things off for good. It wasn't on good terms and there wasn't much of a proper goodbye from either. He's grateful that Atlas was too young to understand it or know what was happening; with his ex-fiancée gone, Eclipse had to be both "mom" and "dad" for the kid.

Sugar dating, for Eclipse, is a means to scratch that itch for companionship and intimacy- even if only superficial. It makes the loneliness sting a bit less for him. Of course, he still desires to be in a genuine relationship! Though it doesn't help that when his personal feelings do get involved, he gets hurt every time.

By the time y/n comes into the picture, Eclipse will have been sugaring for a while.

AAA I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM SO SORRY </3 i have a terrible habit of losing asks in my drafts because i try to answer these between jobs oof

[somehhuuuhh]

MWHAAHAH YOU ASKED FOR SHIP REQUESTS!!! I request an Kist (Killer × Dust) please!!

I really like seeing people's opinion on this ship!! I like seeing toxic ships- I MEAN REALLY INTERESTING CHARATER DYNAMICS-

-Passive Anon

Two fucking hot murders being together? YES! I mean like sometimes I wonder when Killer gets his happy ending, would Killer leave Dust or will Dust join Killer with him and his happy ending.

So I give this ship 8/10

[nixie-deangel]

Nixie! I’ve come to bother you again!

Just watched the Blue Angels documentary and now all I can imagine is Jake and Bradley being new recruits for the team. 2 years of living in each other’s pockets, learning to be a unit but also being able to critique each other’s flying.

I would imagine they get the 2 solo spots, but maybe they’re in the diamond! Trusting each other to be within 18” of the other’s jet wing/canopy.

The pride, the camaraderie, the other daggers coming out to watch their shows when they can. The show in Miramar being watched by the whole crew (TG86 and TGM)!

-Snow ❄️

SNOW!!! Okay, I LOVE this. Like, love it. Also reminding me I enjoyed that doc and it sparked ideas I had forgot about because yes!! Similar brain's friend!

Am in desperate NEED of a Blue Angels Hansgter AU now. Like just the thought of them having to learn to trust one another like that, living out of each other's pockets like that!!! It makes my brain go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no lie.

Before I toss angst on this, but yes!! The 86 Flyboys and the Daggers coming to all the shows they can, much easier for the flyboys because most are retired, and the daggers never miss a show if they can help it! They are so immensely proud of Jake and Bradley! Most of the daggers, Javy and Nat especially never thought they would see the day Jake and Bradley could be Jake and Bradley and not just Hangman and Rooster! So it's all cheers and camaraderie and love. They also definitely all make it to the final show (Ice and a few of the others pull strings to ensure everyone can always make it!)

Okay, but now to add some angst on here, imagine a freshly broken up Hangster being selected to join the Angels and them having to be open and honest about their issues with the committee about it because you need to be able to completely trust every pilot you go up with, need to know their heads, their minds are going to be solely focused on the mission, on their jobs. And somehow they do manage to get selected together and somehow learn to put aside their issues and learn to focus solely on flying and learning and being the absolutely best, you know, the reasons they got selected in the first place! And over time they learned to talk about their feelings and their issues and what went wrong and how maybe they could try again and them being adult about it and waiting to fully talk about that possibility until they finish, because neither wants to fuck it up for anyone.

And on a completely different note, think about all those enforced training hours and traveling hours and that being how they both clue into the fact they've actually been in love with one another all these years and deciding after one night of amazing, mind blowing sex, to wait to try anything serious until after, because Jake doesn't want to test fates by adding emotions and relationships into an already high stressed and fickle posting (and because he needs to test if Bradley is serious about them, about him!). And Bradley is happy to wait t out because Jake is worth waiting a few more months to have and hold and love for the rest of his life!

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

there was a question on my spanish homework about a dude not eating a dessert cause there were strawberries in it. didn't get a pic but immediately saw strawberries and activated the i need to tell scam instinct

he’s so valid for that, truly he is me

[fivewholeminutes]

there’s a part in take me back to Eden that says “i’m in a waking hell and the gods grow tired.” do you think it’s referencing the origin of vessel and sleep? as in, vessel was in “a waking hell” (reality/earth) before he shifted away from his previous life to believe in sleep (a ‘tired’ god)?

Hello there, Anon! This is a goooooooood one, let me roll my sleeves up for an answer-

This is a delicious perspective I have not considered before, however! I do believe he says "I'm a waking hell" there and I will explain later why, but for that I would have to leave the interpretation of the whole song here. And it will kinda mix the being in waking hell and being a waking hell, because I overdid it again. Apologies in advance.

For me, this song refers to the beginning of it all, to an event which was perhaps the final straw for the trilogy (or even the general idea of Sleep Token) to exist. There are parts of this song that feel like a reminiscence of a catalyst for the whole sleepy business and parts that describe the present, after Vessel got a taste of what the whole sleepy business is about. I'll try to explain that now!

I dream in phosphorescence Bleed through spaces See you drifting past the fog But no one told you where to go

We dive through crystal waters, perfect oceans But no one told me not to breathe And now the weightlessness recedes

Okay, for me, the first verse is him dreaming of the times before, of his Eden (a person, a "better" time in his life, whichever suits you). He bleeds through spaces (in the Dreamworld?) to see what he has lost and craves to come back to. But the dream turns into the moment it all went wrong, where they got lost/drowned. He comes back from the dream-turned-nightmare to the present with the chorus:

My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

(Oh god let me be feral about the chorus for a second here, ok. GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, HOW CAN YOU WRITE POETRY LIKE THIS AND HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DELIVER THOSE LINES SO DELICIOUSLY. WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT. IT'S BEEN ALMOST 8 MONTHS AND I AM STILL EXPERIENCING EMOTIONS UNNOWN TO HUMANKIND WHEN I HEAR THIS- okay I am back to being normal now.)

He wakes up and remembers how cruel being under Sleep's influence is. That no matter what he dreams of (hello, The Apparition), he is always waking up to the reality, which is still terrible, despite Sleep's promises. The eyes (probably 6 of them huh) are Sleep's. Sleep continues to lure Vessel in, even when Vessel knows, after being with/serving/worshipping Sleep for quite some time now, that Sleep is going to be his downfall. But he stays, cause he has no better options, mayhaps?

And we're finally getting to the waking hell part which you've asked about!

He is in waking hell still, even if he thought he's going to escape from it. He knows he cannot/will not separate from Sleep now, but it's not like he's going to make Sleep's life easier with completely giving up. He:

isn't happy about the sleepy business (anymore);

has an attitude and WILL bite back;

will make his suffering everyone else's problem now.

Which brings me to the gods - in many interpretations I've seen, Sleep is an outcast in some sort of pantheon. He needed Vessel as much as Vessel needed him and together they are more powerful. Sleep helped Vessel in his lowest moment and Vessel, while gathering more and more worshippers, gave (and is still giving) Sleep enough power to make other gods' lives miserable as a revenge or something. Or just, you know, grow in power in general, it doesn't have to be a revenge. The other gods will be pissed off either way, because one thing all gods hate is other gods/entities growing in power.

The symbiosis with Sleep has worked for a while, but due to various reasons (Sleep getting too greedy, as gods do, not all Vessel's problems being magically fixed by Sleep's presence, miscommunication, different expectations, broken promises etc. etc.) Vessel started to rebel. He's in waking hell still (despite Sleep's promises that lured him in in the first place), so he will become one for the ones he can lash out on now (Sleep and the other gods). He embraced the become ungovernable meme. Isn't there a saying "hell is other people"? He took that literally. While he's awake, he is insufferable to all who he thinks is at fault for his current state now.

I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden

And he's happily going to continue to be insufferable to get what he wants (what Sleep has promised him when they've made their pact or whatever it is they did tbh), even if it's not reasonable to do so. He's beyond caring at this point.

And we're back to flashbacks, baby!

Well yeah, I spit blood when I wake up Sink porcelain stained, choking up brain matter and makeup Just two days since the mainframe went down and I'm still messed up Room feels like a meat freezer, I dangle in it like cold cuts Missed calls, answered phones from people I just don't trust Mirror talk, fake love But I'll take a pound of your flesh Before you take a piece of my paystub White roses, black doves, Godmother, rise up I need you to see me for what I have become

I really think this depicts the catalyst for going under Sleep's influence and the very moment they became entangled. Something happened (accident, death? and the aftermath of it, the lowest point, depression, becoming wary of people around him, aggression etc.) and that's when Sleep took an opportunity that would benefit them both (with the hidden agenda for later, of course). Now imagine the magical girl transformation with the roses and doves flying around and from Just Some Guy he becomes a Vessel and in the last moment of realisation of what he has done, he's crying out to the Godmother (whoever she may be!) that he's changed and probably irrevocably so.

Back to the present!

I guess it goes to show, does it not? That we've no idea what we've got until we lose it And no amount of love will keep it around If we don't choose it And I don't know what's got its teeth in me But I'm about to bite back in anger No amount of self-sought fury Will bring back the glory of innocence

He's realising that no matter what, he cannot turn the time back. Not even with Sleep's "help". He's not going to give up though, just for the sake of having something to do out of spite.

I have traveled far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden

Ok, with this one I am frankly not sure if it's "I have travelled" or just a repetition of the previous one. Can't hear it clearly and we don't have official lyrics (i am side eyeing Vessel so much rn). But. If it's "I will", it's just repeating of the things he'll do to piss the gods off. If it's "I have travelled", then maybe he's just confirming the past won't come back, even though he tried everything (has travelled far beyond the path of reason) or maybe he is still hoping the possibility to get back there physically, when everything was fine, and will fight for his Eden still. And not just out of spite.

[llumimoon]

literally still thinking abt the liveshow. like that will be burned into my memory but also im SO SAD bc i think bc of technical difficulties this show isn't actually being uploaded to the paetron BUT IT WAS GENUINELY SO FUCKING GOOD. Like the dads as teens interacting with the s2 teens ??????? the dads as babies ???????? GENUINELY? I WISH I COULD BEAM MY MEMORY OF THIS SHOW INTO ALL UR BRAINS i need more ppl to know of its existence so i can scream about it. Also never fucking recovering from emo teenager henry actually