#sowwy !! frustrating!!

[startagainaprologue]

i took a nap and opened twt and immediately got flashbanged with a thread that was calling odile a mother and siffrin a child. like no i really dont think you get it at all if im being honest

[squeakadeeks]

"In this world, I'm known as...the Winter King" 🌨❄️🌬

This cosplay was so so close to never seeing the light of day, as this was the aforementioned project I rage quit to procrastinate with Nekomancer on haha. I really adored the fionna and cake special (and adventure time in general) and wanted to cosplay from it for eons...although I will admit this project was intended to be "generic blue and silver winter regal outfit for a variety of characters" and it was a toss up on whether or not the first run was going to go to the Winter King/Simon or Jack Frost...but I couldn't find my jack frost wig so here we are!

This was my first time working a lot with velvet and low key....I loved it and would love to use it more.

[theneighborhoodwatch]

the only asks i could find that mention this explicitly are from 2020, so i don't know how much water they still hold, but i think a lot about how one of the inspirations for wally's character writing back when clown first picked welcome home back up was dr. habit from smile for me. obviously no telling for certain how that influence will manifest in future updates, but i think it's Very Interesting, given how both characters seem kinda Obsessed with fulfilling the image of some fictional archetype (i.e. habit trying his damnedest to embody the idea of a cartoon supervillain to subconsciously justify his own self-loathing and [at least in one ending] suicidal ideation VS wally being So devoted to his role as an audience surrogate that even now, nearly 50 years after the show has ended, he insists on being our guide as we try to unravel whatever the fuck happened here.

[littlegoldfinchh]

It is rough about the homework, but I hope the next round is nicer and easier! :O

Like i was supposed to figure this shit out all by myself which i . Did not manage so these are my class notes which i also had to figure out alone since our teacher pretty much just lets us do whatever we want

[orcelito]

Somehow when I dropped the sesame oil at the store earlier it splashed up and got on my knee so I just keep smelling sesame oil as I'm sitting here 😂

It smells good, but it's making me hungry :(

[burinazar]

hmmmm. brain’s seratonin machine continues to be not very working. aspiring to McDonalds shake machine status. it’s really not good

[4x01]

:-D

[fluffylino]

minho is felix's bestfriend and also happens to be your sworn enemy. he comes over one evening.

whats the worst that could happen...

-contains mature themes

frustration.

pure frustration was what you were feeling. was it really this difficult to operate a toy?!

a damn vibrator that too. a simple little vibrator. internally embarassed by your lack of 'skills' in using it.

maybe you were pressing down on the wrong setting. cause everytime it reached the highest vibrations, it would go back to the lowest setting, a few seconds after.

you didn't even feel like continuing because of how pissed of you were. what a bad way to ruin your fun.

it had been month since you last felt like you should treat yourself. get yourself off to be very specific.

and when you decide to finally try out your very first vibrator, the universe decides its not your day.

stepping out of the bathroom, still uncomfortable with the sensitivity between your legs. unintentionally edging yourself and eventually giving up entirely on trying to make yourself cum.

you blamed it on the vibrator. that darned cursed object.

flinging it on the bed in annoyance.

a small little sticky note is placed on the lamp on your bedside table. its from felix.

he had yelled goodbye while you were still showering (more like struggling). and you had yelled back, acknowledging him.

i'll be going out with chris for an hour or so. minho-hyung will be coming to our room in 20 minutes. im sowwy but he really needed a place to chill at...seungmin is studying and needs no disturbances....so i told minho he could stay in our room for a couple hours.

don't worry, bubssss i'll be back soon so things don't get awkward between yall!!!

MAYBE TRY AND GET ALONG?!

- lixie ☆

now this pisses you off even more. why the hell was everything going exactly the opposite of what you wanted.

lee minho was the last person you'd want in your shared dorm room. minho was literally gonna be coming here.

it had been almost 15 minutes since felix left. that means he'd be here anytime soon. before you even get the chance to hang your towel on the back of your chair, someone knocks on the door.

"fuckin minho of all people"

its real frustration at this point. nevertheless you open the door for him. taken aback by the attire he's in.

it was the very first time you'd ever seen him so...put together? dressed up?

what you meant was he was in semi formal attire ; a mixture of badboy or rather biker boy vibes.

"whats up with the outfit" you say, gesturing to him entirely. pointing out the leather jacket he had thrown on. it fitted him well. a bit too well.

the ripped jeans hugged his thighs. thick and muscular. a reminder that he works out and is a dancer.

"do i need a reason to wear what i feel like wearing?"

his cockiness has your fists itching to punch him straight in the nose. he huffs out a deep breath, walking right into the room. as if he owned the place. he had been here a number of times with felix. but it still pissed you off.

"fuck off" you mutter under your breath. closing the door and walking back to your bed.

that is until you see him plopping himself down on your bed. YOUR BED.

"what'd you say?" minho repeats. he has a few raspberries in his hand.

did he carry them all across campus..to eat them here ? you sometimes question his questionable habits and ways of thinking.

"don't feel like telling you" you cock back. placing your hands on your face and sighing.

were you that needy that for some reason his cologne made your breath fasten-

"what's gotten you so..." his voice trails off, beginning to question why you were so irritable. "...hot and bothered."

"i am not hot and bothered so kindly shut up"

you blurt out, blinking at him and thats when you realise.

where had you thrown the vibrator? did you put it back in your hiding spot or was it still in the bathroom...

"this says otherwise." and to your worst nightmare, minho is holding up the toy.

its like your blood runs cold. theres nothing you can say. or do. except go speechless and motionless.

"pretty cheap, don't you think?" observing it so casually. you feel yourself get wetter. his fingers catching it mindlessly.

"s-stop playing around with it" you stutter, suddenly feeling shyer than ever.

minho smirks and you unconciously press your thighs together.

"it doesn't work properly, does it."

switching it on. it buzzes loudly in the silence of the room. its vibrations are hardly anything.

you've had enough and you grab his wrist. pausing in shock when the buzzing becomes louder. you can feel it vibrating.

he presses down on it harder and it nearly vibrates out of his grip.

how had he managed to get it to its highest setting-

"did you cum? or are you just staining your panties right now as we speak." he snorts out, manspreading.

"cause this wasn't even switched on properly"

☆

you find yourself laying on your back. his hand slithered past the waistband of your pants. pressing it right over your cunt. teasingly moving the rounded tip up and down.

"needy pussy"

he's on top of you. smirking and observing every single change in your expressions.

"min-hho-" squirming under him. your hands flying down to weakly tug on his wrist. eyes struggling to stay focused.

"i must admit. hearing you say my name like that makes me want to see how you'll be if I fuck you"

sadistically keeping his pressure firm. nudging it under your panties.

"you're so much better like this, baby"

minho smirks. chuckling at the way you push yourself deeper into the bed. hips bucking upwards to escape his teasing. its cold when it comes in contact with your clit. the tips of his fingers rubbing into your folds everytime he played around with the toy.

"lee.minho a-ah" you writhe out, voice turning whiny. the familiar sensation builds up. except its more intense than ever.

he purposely turns the setting lower and you whimper in disappointment.

"maybe if i rub this..." pushing the vibrator all over your folds. a breathy gasp escaping his lips at how slicked up your cunt was.

"...or maybe if i touch this soaked cunt" dropping the vibrator and slipping his index finger through your slippery swollen lips.

"shit baby, did i get you this wet." and you know he's going to tease you for days if not months.

"you hate me, d-don't you" you whisper,shooting him a glare when he traces a digit over your clit.

eyes widening and breath quickening with how he maintains eye contact with you. bringing his head down to grunt in your ear. his fingers slapping your pussy meanly.

you whine, gripping his biceps. the leather jacket thrown on the edge of your bed.

"i hate you alright." he whispers, rubbing into your wetness slowly. minho chuckles. "filthy girl. you're throbbing on my fingers"

"i hate you so much that i jerk off to your pictures or that tone you use when you're pissed at me...i hate you to the point I cum so hard just picturing you taking my dick"

you can't control the fluttering feeling. coating his fingers even more so.

"i h-hate you more"

theres no heat in your words. gasping and legs quivering against his thicker thighs. keeping you open, unable to close your legs around his hand.

"hm, you do? tell me how much you hate me, kitten"

"i d-do...f-fuck" eyes rolling back in pleasure. desperately trying to chase your orgasm but he doesn't let you.

"yeah? you hate me so much that you're letting me touch you." minho says, voice going deeper. his ears are a shade of red and his lips parted.

"you're wet and begging for more under me. is that cause you hate me, sweetheart. or is that just you being you"

he quickens his pace. circling hard over your swollen and aching clit.

till you're throwing your hands around his neck. pulling him onto you entirely while you cum. its the hardest you've ever orgasmed.

maybe it was cause it had been so long...or you were sure it was because of him.

"there we go, good kitty" riding your high.

taking you by surprise when he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. so you push a few strands of hair out of his face. not letting go of him just yet.

"don't call me that" you whisper, struggling to hold in your smile. his lips curve upwards into a subtle smirk. kissing your neck slowly..

"but now that I know you're so pliant, i claim you as one of my cats"

your legs giving in when he gets up. wiping his coated fingers on his jeans. it leaves a wet stain.

"again as I said." you lift your head up, confused.

"this thing is useless!" grabbing the vibrator like he had personal beef with it. flinging it casually somewhere behind you.

"choose me. customize, personal talk, boyfriend material, protection...all in one package, baby"

pointing to himself.

he reaches over to the abandoned raspberries on the counter. walking back to stuff one small red berry in your mouth. smiling when you savour it.

"good kitty"

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"is that minho hyung's jacket you're wearing?" felix' eyes widen. wondering why you were wearing the leather jacket.

"yeah and he told me i could wear it when i meet him for dinner tonight" you reply, lacing your boots up.

"YOU'RE HAVING DINNER WITH HIM?!"

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I wanna be his dinner- GOD HE'S SO ARGHSBSJAKJW HAHAHAHIWHEHSHS

[rinniessance]

DADDY'S FAVORITE GIRL ༊*·˚ - step dad!gojo x fem!reader

going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to in the summer is a new step-dad. and you do not like the dangerous glint in his eyes every time he looks at you.

꒰ warnings: nsfw - dark content - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ non-curse au. step dad!gojo, stepcest, age difference (reader is implied to be 21, gojo is in his late 30s), dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, heavy daddy kink, so many pet names (babygirl, pretty, doll, princess etc.), slight dacraphyllia, slight overstimulation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, virginity loss, corruption kink. plot is kinda messy 'cause i was rushing to get to the smut, sowwy ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ // word count: 5.1k ꒱ ꒰ notes: i am freely being my most disgusting self, thank you for supporting my little insane brain .ᐟ.ᐟ꒱

going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to during summer break is a new step-dad. ever since your parents divorced when you were 14, your mom has been single – your teenage years, she dedicated herself to you, protecting you from your scumbag father, focusing on your future. you even agreed to delay your college admittance until you were 20, taking two gap years after your high school to stay at your hometown with her. your mom has the worst case of separation anxiety – which is why maybe you should’ve been more concerned when she gradually stopped texting you as the days went on. you assumed the best – maybe she found a hobby, maybe she reconnected with old friends, maybe she finally realized you are an adult and stopped babying you every waking moment. what you did not expect is for her to get married.

these are the thoughts running through you head as you stand in the middle of your living room, fresh out the airport, gawking at the man sleeping on the couch, and wonder how the fuck that happened. you would’ve honestly screamed and thought this was a squatter, or a robber, if not for all the wedding pictures obnoxiously decorating almost every available surface (god, how many photos do you need?). you try not to think too much about it – the flight was 6 hours, you barely got any sleep sitting to the smelliest man on the planet, and you just want to take a shower and go to bed. just as you start walking off, the front door swings open.

“oh my god, sweetheart, you’re home!” your mom’s voice booms through the quiet room resonating like a thunderclap in the middle of a still field. she runs to you, immediately pulling you into a hug which you happily return. you’re genuinely delighted to see her, albeit feeling a little weirded out by a man she decided to bring home. your mother looks over to the couch, man’s sleeping figure not moving once, and sighs with exasperation. “i assume he didn’t pick you up?”

“no but it’s okay…” you whisper quietly and gesture towards the figure on the couch with your head, “about that, though…”

“yeah, honey, i know, i am sorry i didn’t tell you. everything has been happening so quickly, i haven’t even had time to process it myself!” she squealed like a school girl. “his name is satoru gojo and we met at the charity event i went to six months ago.”

“since when do you attend charity events?” you ask, quirking the brow upwards.

“oh, i didn’t know what to do with myself ever since you moved out so i’ve been trying anything and everything. and look, the results have been phenomenal!” she giggled, frustration she had towards her husband about not picking you up melting away in front of your eyes. god, he really had her wrapped around his finger.

“okay, well, i am kind of tired so i wanted to go to bed. is it okay if we talk about this tomorrow?”

your mom suddenly looks down at her feet, a little embarrassed. what did she do.

“yes, about that… that room was sitting unutilized the whole time you were away so satoru and i thought it would be a good idea to remake it into a home office, kind of. your bed is still in there though! so you can sleep in the room no problem.”

“mom, what the fuck…” you whine. not only your room with all your memories and all your personality was gone and demolished, you now have to sleep in the room that was most likely used by him. “home office” my ass, you thought – your mom would not need it in a million years, and by the way she’s avoiding your gaze in shame, it was definitely not her idea.

“i’m sorry baby, but you’ve been away and…”

you interrupt her with a wave of your hand.

“whatever, i’m too tired to think about it. i’ll take a shower and go to bed, i don’t wanna deal with him until tomorrow,” you sigh with frustration and walk off into your home office, dropping your things on the floor.

what you don’t see as you walk off is the dangerous glint in satoru’s eyes as he listens to every bits of your conversation. you said the last sentence with so much poison, he thinks it might’ve struck him dead. gojo knows it will be difficult to get on your good side now but he likes to play these games on hard mode.

oh, you will be so much fun to break.

gojo satoru is a patient man – when he really wants something, he is content to wait until he gets it. that being the main reason why he approaches you slowly. it’s the next day after you arrive that he has a chance to introduce himself properly.

you leave the room after having the best night’s sleep – you really didn’t mind waking up in the office today, you must’ve been too tired to think straight and threw a fit yesterday. you make a mental note to apologize to your mom later. as you turn into the kitchen, you’re met with the view you wish did not have such a strong effect on you – your step-dad, freshly out of the shower, grey sweatpants low riding on his hips, is preparing what seems to be breakfast.

you’re so fucked.

you try to shake off the feeling of arousal washing over you. you may not have had a chance to have any sexual experiences yet, but you’re not that much of a virgin not to know when you’re feeling horny. you just wish it wasn’t due to the incredibly hot step-dad. the left-over frustration from previous night bubbles up like over spilled champagne and you decide to keep your distance. anger helps you keep yourself grounded, and you maneuver around the man to make breakfast, but you see that he prepared it for you already.

“oh, thank you,” you say quietly as he extends the plate to you.

“you’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

the nickname sends a shiver down your spine.

gojo turns to face you and gives you his breathtaking smile. you want to choke on your toast.

“i wanted to apologize for not picking you up yesterday. your mom told me so much about you, and i was excited to meet her ‘favorite girl’,” his eyes spark with a dangerous glint at the nickname, making you shrink into yourself, “but my work held me up, and then i think i went for a quick nap and… uh… ended up falling asleep,” he says with a light chuckle.

“that’s okay, i didn’t really mind the train ride,” you respond with visible discomfort,

he now stands next to you by the counter, his body heat palpable, melting over you like a scorching son. gojo’s all-teeth smile is gorgeous, frustratingly enough, but it makes your skin crawl: like a prey walking into the carefully designed trap, you can feel your gut asking you to run. it makes sense your mom fell for him so easily.

“will you let me make up for it? let’s go our for a dinner, i’m sure your mom would be delighted to hear we’re trying to get along.”

“i don’t know, i haven’t seen my friends in some time, i think i’ll be hanging out with them for a while,” you shuffle from leg to leg, trying to move away

“that’s okay, we have a whole summer ahead.”

for some reason it felt more like a threat than a promise.

you smile politely back, not knowing what to say, rushing to finish your breakfast. the image of your step-dad, half-naked in your family kitchen talking to you about his plans with you for the whole summer should be weird – it’s difficult to find it weird when the said step-dad is criminally hot, unfortunately.

“i think i’ll go now, thanks for the breakfast,” gojo’s gives you a smile so sweet, it somehow triggers a toothache, and waves you off. since yesterday, he’s been making you feel extremely on edge for no apparent reason, it’s driving you a little insane.

when you come back home that evening, you are greeted by both your mom and satoru with the dinner ready. she babbles about how great of a cook he is, and that she can’t wait until you try it. you politely decline citing that you’re full and quickly leave for your room – satoru’s blue eyes were looking at you with almost an animalistic stare, and you hated that you liked it.

gojo thought things were going well with you – he’s given you the space you need in the first two weeks after you arrived. your mom was overjoyed seeing how deeply satoru already cared about you – making sure you eat in the morning, not letting you go to bed without a meal, always checking on you throughout the day, keeping you safe. you, however, thought it was… weird, if anything, that he was all around you this intensely.

“oh, honey, that’s just how he shows that he cares. he was like that with me as well,” your mom tells you one of the nights when you bring it up. it worries you how easily she takes his side now and wonder if something else is going on.

satoru picks you up when you stay out too late, to the wee hour of the night when the subways stop running; he makes sure you have your nights with your mom, when he doesn’t intrude on your backyard conversations and only adores you pretty features from his second-floor window; he learns what movies and music and tv you like, trying to decipher the person that is you.

he’s been putting all this effort to get to know your every step – then why the fuck does he find you one night you kissing some random boy on your driveway?

you said you were going out today and no pickup was needed – now it makes sense why.

gojo satoru is a patient man. but even his patience can start running thin, trickling like water through cracks in the fingers. hourglass of his kindness has been half full for a while now – it’s about time the sand runs out.

you think a boy like him can give you what satoru can? just you wait and see.

kitchen is uncharacteristically quiet when you walk in. it’s the next morning, and usually by now, satoru would be making breakfast for you. his job is still unknown – you are not sure if he was suddenly called in but the feeling of happy solitude falls over you, even if for a moment.

your mom is gone at least for two weeks for work, you’re dreading the moment you have to be left alone with your step-dad. the look in his eyes yesterday was dangerous, a predator appraising its victim before sinking its teeth in, and you’re happy megumi was able to leave quickly after walking you home. surprisingly, gojo didn’t say you a word when you walked into the house, silently sitting in front of the tv like he didn’t just spy through the window on your kiss with the boy.

air in the room was heavy with tension – you knew satoru was avoiding looking your way, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. instinctively, you wanted to break the silence, say something to discharge the electricity jumping through the atoms of your stuffy living room air, but ultimately decided against it. you have nothing to say to a man, and it’s not like you needed to justify your actions in front of him anyways. you quickly retreated into the office and avoided him until you fell asleep.

when you woke up to an empty apartment not even fifteen minutes ago, you felt relief. walking into the kitchen and confirming your presence alone, you even felt happy. then what is this weird feeling, almost as if you are missing something, nagging at you? you thought of going out today but now a strange desire to stay at home washes over.

you make breakfast for the first time since you came home (gojo didn’t skip a single day, you have no idea how he kept up with that), and you chastise yourself for feeling weird about cooking for yourself; and you chastise yourself again when your mind lingers on the thoughts of a certain white-haired man; and again when you look at your phone, convincing yourself it’s a bad idea to text him. god, you feel so stupid. didn’t you want him to stop being so unsettlingly sweet and dotting around you all the time?

conflicted by your irrationality once again, you frustratingly take your plate and sit down on the couch. flipping through the netlifx previews, you land on something to distract your mind by. you settle on some true crime documentary and let the horrors on the screen consume you, abandoning for a moment the thoughts plaguing your head.

you’ve been glued to the screen for at least two hours before you heard the jiggle of the keys. like an eager puppy, you waited for gojo to come inside and greet you like he would every day – only for him to completely ignore your presence, beelining straight for the kitchen. turning your head back to the tv, you try your best not to pay any attention to the uncharacteristic behavior from satoru’s end.

“i will be in the home office the whole day, don’t enter.”

before you can respond anything back, your step-dad is already walking off without sparing you a second glance. is he still upset from yesterday? you didn’t think kissing megumi would be that much of a deal. your nervously play with the hem of the blanket, show playing on tv long forgotten, contemplating what you should do next. why are you bothered by his silence this much anyways?

rethinking your earlier choice, you send a quick text to your friend asking to meet you for drinks. maybe right now gojo needs space, or whatever, and leaving him alone is the best next thing right now. you knock at the door of the home office.

“sorry, i am going out now and need to quickly change.”

not even 5 seconds pass before the door is swung open by a man that’s been occupying too much of your mental space today.

“be quick,” is the only response you get before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. you’re perplexed by this sudden change in behavior yet again. throwing on the first decent outfit you can find, you let gojo know that you’re done and will be home later; hum is the only acknowledgment you get before he disappears in the office.

exiling all the thoughts of satoru gojo from your head, you leave your house, hoping tomorrow will put all the pieces of the puzzle back together.

yet the next day comes, and you still wake up to no warmth from satoru – it felt as if he built a wall between the two of you in one night’s span, impossible to be breached. should you talk to him? should you apologize? and apologize for what? you didn’t do anything wrong, did you? ignoring the gnawing feeling inside once more, you retreat to the living room, sulking on the couch until the end of the day, clawing onto the hope gojo of tomorrow will acknowledge your existence.

“did i do something wrong?”

you stand in the doorway to gojo’s office, arms crossed over your chest. he lazily turns his head your way as if giving you even a second of his time is too much of a bother – the look he sends you is burning through your core, making you pathetically weak and wet.

“no,” he starts slowly, “do you think you did something wrong?”

“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking. you’ve been ignoring me for the past week, and it’s getting weird.”

“i thought i’d leave you alone, it seems you’re capable of having fun on your own.”

satoru is looking back to his screen now, and you scrunch your eyebrows, frustrated by the riddles he’s throwing your way. walking inside the room, your close the door on instinct and take wide steps to stand in front of him.

“stop answering me like this, we’re not playing a charade. what do you mean?” the demand in your voice is clear, and it twists something inside satoru – his gaze falls on you again yet this time it’s dark, taunting, dangerous, with a hint of chaos. it scares and excites you.

gojo suddenly stands up, and pushes you into his desk until you’re sitting on it. he is tall – your mom basically married a giant – and you try to curl into yourself to escape his malicious eyes.

“what, i thought you wanted me to leave your alone? you want my attention now all of a sudden?” he respond with the question of his own in a mocking tone.

“i never said i wanted you to ignore me…” you answer meekly, yelping slightly as your back hits his desk – you suddenly realize there is nowhere to run now.

“really? we’ve been together in a house for almost a month now, and yet you showed no interest in getting to know me.”

“’m sorry…” you cannot think of anything else to say. gojo moves even closer, and is now towering over you – it makes you embarrassingly horny.

“show me how sorry you are.”

before you can respond, he is caging your body with his and capturing your lips in a kiss, and you freeze – all of this is so wrong, you cannot bring yourself to start moving your mouth against his. gojo’s tongue coerces its way inside, exploring the undiscovered paths, his teeth biting your still lips. closing your eyes, you whimper and try to push him away but he only catches your wrists with his one hand, while the other plays with the hem of your shorts. a gasp escapes your lips, and you push yourself further into the desk, squirming under gojo’s body.

“what, you don’t like it? i thought my little girl wanted daddy’s attention?” he torments you, voice condescending and thick with mockery. all you can muster is a pathetic mewl, words lost somewhere inside your throat, and dig your fingers into the edge of your desk as your step-dad forces his digits inside your panties, lightly brushing against your clit.

“god, you’re already so wet, so filthy,” he whispers between the heated kisses as the pads of his fingers keep teasing your pussy. “tell me, babygirl, are you still a virgin? gotta know how to treat you.”

“y-yes…”

“well, am i just not the luckiest?” gojo chuckles darkly, spreading your legs with his thigh. unoccupied hand goes to grip your hip while the fingers on the other are still working your clit, sliding the digits between your puffy lips, teasing your hole. every time he circles around the entrance and mocks by pushing his finger just slightly inside, the moan builds up in your throat, and you’re too embarrassed to let it out.

“common, baby, your daddy wants to hear you, don’t hide your pretty voice from me.”

gojo is infuriatingly good with his fingers – you could never bring yourself this much pleasure from playing with your clit, and your defiance starts melting away as you find yourself bucking your hips into his hand, whining pitifully. the man completely removes your shorts and underwear, shoving the latter into his pocket – something to remember this moment by.

“god, such a pretty pussy, i can’t believe you’ve been hiding it from me. take off your shirt so i can see all of you, princess.”

immense desire pools between your legs, hunger and lust evident in satoru’s cerulean eyes, now hidden by dilated pupils, and you’re surrendering yourself to him – want makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong. you remove the top, nipples perked and waiting. gojo looks at you in wonder and disbelief – all of that for him? his hand went to squeeze your boob almost on an instinct, rolling the nipple between the pads of his fingers, while sucking on another with his mouth. you drop your head back, losing yourself to the intense pleasure your step-dad’s giving you. seeing as you’re distracted by him playing with your tits, he takes this as his chance to shove two of his fingers inside.

a strangled moan leaves your lips, your hands gripping man’s shoulders.

“ahhh, that hurts, satoru.”

“nah-uh, that’s not what i want to hear you calling me,” he straightens himself and starts scissoring you with his digits. the initial intrusion is painful, you can feel your virgin walls stretching to accommodate for how he’s dragging the fingers in and out, yet the burn is woefully delightful, and you’re getting lost again.

“’m sorry daddy.”

gojo only chuckles – god, you were easier than he expected, so well-behaved and pliable under him.

“that’s right, let daddy take good care of you.”

he speeds up the pace, curling his slender, pretty fingers, brushing the spots you were never able to reach with your own. wet, soggy sounds fill the entirety of the room, air already stuffy with smell of sex as he continues to finger-fuck your pussy. gojo could feel his cock twitching in his pants, he wanted to take you right there and then, but he was determined to make you cum on his digits first – it prompts him to attach his lips to your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot below your jawline, marking you as his.

your mewling turns louder, breathing is getting labored, and it seems your hips have a mind of their own now as they are bucking into satoru’s movements, fucking yourself how you need it. something akin to orgasm starts building up in your tummy – it has never felt this all-consuming, you wonder if you’ve been touching yourself wrong all this time.

“daddy, please don’t – ah! – stop,” is everything you can say in a measly attempt to ask him to speed up. his thumb finds your neglected clit, rubbing tight circles around your bundle of nerves, and picks up the pace, cunt now clenching even tighter around his two fingers, and gojo groans thinking how you’d feel around his aching dick. he adds a third finger – it’s angled so perfectly assault your special spongy spot, it turns your brain into a mush.

gojo pinches your nipple, kissing you to swallow all the lewd moans to himself.

“is my princess close?”

“yes daddy, ‘m so close.”

“common, cum all over my fingers, baby.”

these words finally push you over the edge – your climax washes over you like a cold morning shower, leaving you trembling in gojo’s hold. your legs are trying to close to stop the man from continuing his abuse on your twitching pussy but he is too lost in the feeling of your walls constricting around his fingers to allow you to do that. he fucks you through your orgasm, bringing you to the realm of overstimulation.

“ahh, daddy, please, it hurts now,” you whine with teary voice, beads of salty water gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“shhhh, daddy knows best, yeah? let me feel you a little longer.”

gojo keeps his pace until you’re clawing at his arm, trying to pull away your pussy from his fingers. he grabs you by the back of your head, bruising your lips with the intensity of his kiss – you’re sure he draws blood by how he bites your lower lip, licking the messy aftermath. you’re still whining and mewling, trails of tears finally flowing down your face, and he’s sure he’s never seen anything hotter as he licks the salty tracks.

“you’ve done so good, babygirl, i think you’re ready for the main gift,” satoru says and finally withdraws his fingers. the emptiness is welcoming yet disappointing, and you groan. gojo quickly unbuckles his pants and shoves them down, alongside his boxer briefs, and you almost choke on your spit when you see how well-endowed he is. you don’t have a lot to compare it to but you think his cock is beautiful – it's long and slender, and uncut, prominent vein running all the way from the base to just underside of his head, and you get an immeasurable desire to run your tongue along it.

“is my pretty doll drooling jus’ at the sight of my dick?” he mockingly asks you, making you turn your gaze away. gojo chuckles again, and grabs you by your chin, pulling your head down.

“no looking away, darling, i want you to see how i take your virginity.”

with no other option, you keep your gaze peeled downwards, to where gojo strokes himself couple of times before lining himself up with your leaking hole. despite all the preparation and your previous orgasm, you’re still incredibly tight and satoru groans as he starts pushing himself inside. you can see his smooth cockhead bullying his way into you, stretching your greedy walls – man feels you pulsating around him, and that makes him twitch.

“fuck, princess, you’re so tight, feels so good.”

gojo finally sinks all the way in, your cervix being met in a kiss by a swollen tip, and you moan, sound almost pornographic. your step-dad doesn’t let you adjust before he pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in – he doesn’t go easy on you for your first time, setting up a brutal pace, not caring if you’re ready to take him fully yet. it stings, and you have to hold yourself on gojo’s shoulder’s as he starts fucking into you. his hands are on your hips, guiding them to meet his thrusts.

“daddy please, ‘ts too much,” you cry out but satoru is all too lost in how your gummy walls perfectly hug his swollen cock. he doesn’t respond, shutting you up by forcing his tongue into his mouth yet again, sucking on every piece of available flesh. slowly, the tension in your body melts away and gives way to a new kind of pressure – the one building up in your tummy. you’re shocked at how fast your body is able to start getting on the road to blissful ecstasy again but you’re not complaining.

“shit, are you getting close already, babygirl? i can feel your pretty pussy squeezing me again.”

“yes, sorry daddy.”

“there is nothing to be sorry about, just means your daddy’s doing a good job,” he says with a grin, keeping up the pace, rutting into your sloppy cunt. queefing sounds and slapping of skin on skin make you blush furiously yet you can’t take away your gaze from where satoru keeps burying himself inside you.

the girth of gojo’s cock is deadly – not only he’s able to reach the spongy spot almost immediately, making white spots dancing across your vision, kaleidoscope of pleasure lighting up your every nerve ending, he is also bruising your cervix just with enough pressure to make you twitch in delight. his pubic bone grinds against your puffy clit and it’s setting up fireworks against your skin, hot molten lava igniting your whole being.

your moaning becomes uncontrollable as satoru’s fucking you in an animalistic pace – he keeps splitting you open, the spread of legs is slowly growing uncomfortable.

“look how good you’re taking me, being such a good girl for me,” he’s babbling, edging himself too – he wants to feel you spasming around his cock, he cannot let himself cum before that. “gonna feel so good cumming inside, pretty. give you a cute little brother or sister, huh? what do you think? i bet you’ll look so gorgeous being pregnant with my baby.”

“no, daddy, you can’t do that…”

“hm, why? just imagine, you walking around, with my child inside your belly, all cute and swollen for me, tits full of milk. wouldn’t you want that?”

you hiccup a sob as gojo keeps dragging his heavy cock in and out of you, the vein you saw before pressing against your walls deliciously, and you feel your toes start to curl as your body chases after the second orgasm. you dig your nails into his biceps, certain to leave half moon marks on his porcelain skin, and bite your lip. in turn, he is pressing his fingers against the plum skin of your hips, marking you with bruises to remind you of this tomorrow.

“shit, i haven’t fucked your cunny for that long yet it’s already perfectly snuggled around me. i’m training it fast, huh? i’m gonna teach it to fit only me,” you can hear the grin in his voice as he says that.

gojo feels your walls tighten around him – he can see you’re teetering on the edge of climax, whining and moaning under the man, letting him completely use you – so he picks up the speed, assaulting your abused pussy. it doesn’t take longer than that for the tension in your tummy to snap, and you’re wantonly crying out satoru’s name.

“fuck, dollface, you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now. want to milk me for all i’ve got?”

you’re cock drunk, unable to respond to him, hoping your mewling will be enough for the man to see he fucked you stupid. he is not showing signs of slowing down – you can only continue whining as satoru chases after his own pleasure. he pistons his hips couple of times more, and you can feel him throbbing inside as he shoots creamy ropes of cum inside you, painting your womb white. the ring of mixed fluids at the bottom of his cock drives him insane, and he continues fucking his cum into you.

“shit baby, can’t waste a single drop now, can we.”

you’re letting out a quiet sob, pleasure too overwhelming and almost feverish, still unable to find your voice. when he deems it satisfactory that his seed is all warm inside you, gojo finally pulls out and kisses the top of your head.

“i’d say this was a good practice run, what do you say? your mom only comes back in a week, i’ll make you my personal cumdump until then.”

you snap your head up at his words, the smile playing on your step-dad’s face borderline sinister. you think it’s supposed to make you scared, then why is your pussy already twitching around nothing?

“yes daddy, anything for you.”

[redtsundere-writes]

Date 1. Going To The Gym Together

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Soldier!Reader

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Summary: You just want to help Ghost to stop harming himself… These aren't dates, okay?

TW: MNDI. Self-harm. Smut. Possessiveness and Jealousy.

A/N: I barely know anything about the COD lore and I barely know how to write the British accent. If something feels out of character, sowwy :c Hope you like it! <3

Everyone warned you that it wasn't a good idea to sleep on top of the lieutenant. You should have listened. In addition to snoring like a lion with asthma and mumbling curses in his sleep, he shook you every time he went to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Tonight would be no exception.

Sitting on his almost flat mattress, Ghost shook the bunk bed you shared in the barracks. He couldn't help it. It was his large muscles against the weak metal structure. You grunted a complaint as you woke up when you just fell asleep. Your half-open eyes could barely focus on your lieutenant's masked face in the darkness.

"Sorry, go back to sleep," Ghost whispered to you, his hoarse voice tickling your ear.

"Whatever…" You mumbled tired before rolling over on your poor excuse for a bed.

You listened to his footsteps until they disappeared into the darkness. You turned your pillow to the cool side, counted sheep, and remembered that time you tripped over a fence in front of Task Force 141 in the middle of a mission. Sergeant Soap laughed so hard that the enemies almost spotted them. You checked your watch in resignation. 2 a.m. It had been an hour since Ghost had left. Men usually took forever in the bathroom, but this was ridiculous.

You jumped out of your bed to go find him. Maybe he was feeling sick to his stomach and needed help. The stew they had been served that day looked suspiciously more disgusting than usual. Stepping out into the hallway, you noticed that the bathroom door was swung wide open. You looked around. There was no sign of him.

The base at night was much more welcoming than during the day. Everything was quiet, nothing moved except for a poorly placed light bulb flickering in one of the lanterns in the weapons storage room. A trail of steam escaped from your warm lips as you took a stroll around the grounds in a last attempt to fall asleep. Tough task, not only because you were a light sleeper, but because it was hard to relax when you had a job as hard as being a soldier.

Darkness embraced every building, except for the gym. A single spotlight was on. You thought it would be a guard or something, but the reality was different. The dry sound of intense jabs and the loud clanking of chains increased with each step you took towards the door. You peeked curiously to see who it was. You didn't even need to see his face to know who it was.

His muscular back shone under the warm light, making the tiny beads of sweat that slowly ran down his spine shine. Those strong arms that could snatch the air from the lungs of any man or any woman depending on the context. It was unmistakable. It was Lieutenant Ghost. He was hitting the bag as if it had fuck his mother. Each blow was chaotic, powerful, intense. It was very different from what you were used to seeing in training.

Rough growls emanated from his throat after each punch. Ghost was in the zone and no one could move him from there. Each blow conveyed frustration, anger, rage. For not being enough, for not being more skilled, for having to remember everything. This was better than any addiction he had at hand, or that’s what he told himself until he finally broke. A presence entered his personal space. All the years of training ran through his veins before he turned around and attacked the intruder.

The snap of his fist impacting your palm woke him from the murderous trance he was in. You had caught his fist mere centimeters from your face. You sighed in relief at being able to stop it. If it hadn't been that way, he would have easily knocked you out. Ghost opened his eyes in shock as he realized he almost hurt you.

“Bloody hell, why do you have to be so quiet?” Ghost grumbled as he removed his hand.

“It’s not my fault you can’t be,” you reproached.

You shook your hand off to relieve the pain. As you did, you noticed a reddish tint on it that wasn’t there before. That wasn’t your blood. Your gaze traveled to Ghost’s fists. His knuckles covered by the white bandages were painted red.

“Since when are you doing this?” You asked him seriously before wiping the blood off with the back of your pants.

“Do what?” Ghost tried to downplay what he already knew you were asking him.

“Harm yourself”

Calling it that made it real. His knuckles stung as the adrenaline went down. It was sharp, it was stabbing, it was there. A lump formed in his throat. He didn't have the courage to give you a concrete answer as to why he did it. You were his subordinate, he was the one who had to set the example.

Men suffer in silence, but their actions scream their pain. His bloody knuckles were the only sign you needed to know what you had to do about it. You grabbed his wrist to pull him to the nearest bench there was, he just followed in complete submission. You forced him to sit down while you looked for the first aid kit.

"It's not that serious..." Ghost tried to minimize what was happening.

"Shut up," you ordered as you cleaned your hands with antibacterial gel to begin treating the wound.

You removed the dirty bandages he was using when boxing to expose his thick, calloused hands. You poured some chlorhexidine on a cotton ball to disinfect the wound. Ghost whined as the liquid came into contact with the injury.

“Stop acting like a big baby,” you scolded as you held his wrist to stop him from moving.

“It burns,” Ghost growled through his teeth.

“Remember this pain the next time you try to do something stupid like this,” you scolded him as soon as you were done.

You bandaged his hand as the night passed unnoticed. You were focused on your work, but you could feel his eyes scanning your body, tattooing your image into his mind. You had been in the military for over 8 years. You had learned to be stronger than any of your colleagues to command respect. No man intimidated you, but Ghost? He was a whole different story.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, pretending that him staring at you so intensely didn’t bother you.

“No,” he replied coldly. He didn't want his problems to become yours.

"I figured," you answered quickly. "But it's better to get the poison out than to leave it in."

"Not if that poison just ends up spreading."

Your hands stopped and you looked into his eyes. Those brown eyes that have seen the worst in the world, witnessed what humans are capable of doing for money, honor or survival. He had that look that completely disarmed you, leaving you completely at his mercy. Ever since you met him, his word was the command and you couldn't do anything about it. If Ghost wanted you to jump, you jumped. If Ghost ordered you to drive, you were already in the car. If Ghost ordered you to kill someone, you had already done it by yesterday. You never knew what was going through his mind and you weren't sure if you wanted to know. An unfair game of Simon says.

"Don't be afraid to poison me, I can resist it," you whispered in a small voice before returning to the role of nurse.

“You're already poisoned, it would be cruel of me to give you more.” Ghost imitated your tone of voice, serious and cautious.

You were already understanding where he was going. He was talking about the mental burden that comes with being a soldier. A job that anyone would turn their back on if it weren't for the benefits that come with it. A job where only the luckiest last. It doesn't matter if you're the strongest, smartest or most popular, one bullet and it's over. You finished bandaging his hands, the hands that you've seen so many times bathed in the enemy's blood.

“If I'm already poisoned, what are you worried about?” You arranged the bottles in the kit to distract your mind from the heavy conversation.

“Because I care about you,” he confessed. You closed the tin kit with a click and stood up to take it to its respective place.

Ghost moved his fingers to inspect your work, caressing the bandages with his thumbs. It wasn’t bad. You were taking your time returning the first aid kit to the small metal locker, but you really needed a second for your knees to stop shaking.

“And because I care about you, I worry.” Ghost’s voice echoed through the gym, but you were the only one to hear it.

“I care and worry about you too,” you said before going back to him. “That's why I'm worried that you self-harm like that.”

You were face to face with him sitting on the bench. You were so small compared to his impressive 6’4 body. Everyone looked small next to him, but you were different. Even though he knew you could kick his ass, he wanted to pull you by the waist and hug you until you disappeared in his arms, but that wouldn't be the most professional thing to do.

“It's the only way I can escape,” Ghost whispered his secret to you.

“What a coward,” you imitated his tone of voice.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Why don't you find another kind of escape? Some hobby, learn something new, fuck, go to therapy, I don't know…”

“What?” Ghost raised an eyebrow under his balaclava upon hearing one of the options.

“I know a lot of soldiers think therapy is for babies, but it might help you…”

“No, no. The other option. Fucking? Really?” Ghost asked, still in disbelief.

“Why do you think Captain Price goes to the infirmary every time we get back from a mission?” You asked, a tad funny in your voice.

Ghost knew about Price’s escapades with the nurses, but he couldn’t imagine himself distracting himself that way. He was more traditional, old-fashioned perhaps. He preferred making love to just fucking. He didn’t have time to waste on one-night stands. Besides, he had someone in his mind for a long time.

“Here’s an idea. How about I help you find something healthier to do than grind your knuckles? Maybe if we do it together, you’ll want to venture out more.”

His lips curved under his mask at the thought. That sounded more like dates than an attempt to help his mental health, but he knew your intention was innocent. Whatever it was, your plan meant spending time with you, so he took it.

“That doesn’t sound bad.” He shrugged as if it were nothing.

“Shall we start tomorrow?”

The two of you silently returned to the dorms. The symphony of snoring masked your soft footsteps. You tried to climb the ladder to the bunk bed, but Ghost grabbed you by the waist to pull you up himself. You froze since this was the first time he had done it, but you didn’t complain so as not to wake anyone up.

“Good night,” Ghost whispered to you before getting into the bottom bunk.

“Good night. Rest well,” you whispered between stutters before lying down on the top mattress.

Ghost replayed in his mind what had happened that night. He lifted his hand to see the bandages you had placed on him and couldn’t help but smile to himself at the sight. He kissed his knuckles before resting his hand on his chest. He was on dangerous ground, but he didn’t care. He was willing to spend more time with you. This could either go very well or very badly.

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Thanks for reading! <3

[wlwsoccerfics]

Careful with your Words Honey (Lucy BronzeXReader)

Warnings: use of swearwords, pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms.

Summary: Lucy accidentally introduced your daughter to a new word.

"Lucia Bronze! Where are you?" You yelled out. Looking for your wife of 5 years . Having your 2 year old daughter Evie on your hip. "Remember we don't say words like this okay?" you tell Evie because the little girl just accidentally broke her favorite Paw Patrol Mug and called Out in Frustration saying Shite. "I am sowwy Mama!" The little Girl told you.

The brunette was in your daughter's room picking up some toys. When she heard you she was debating whether it was a good Idea to make a run for it or not. Her decision making was cut short though cause you appeared in the doorway of evies bedroom. Looking quite angry. "Care to tell my why our daughter just said s-h-i-t-e when she dropped something and then told me Mommy says it all the time?!" You tried to say it as calm as possible but your wife was aware how angry you were. "Uh, i ...i didn't know she heard it...i sometimes let it slip during my gaming Sessions with the Girls!" Lucy admitted. "No gaming anymore if you can't keep the bad words in!" You Tell your wife. Sighing softly . "You love it when i use swear words sometimes!" She challenged you. You glared at her, knowing exactly what she meant . "Keep that up and there won't be any chance to use any words tonight cause you are sleeping on the couch!" You tell her. "Oh Mommy is in big trouble!" Evie replied. "She is indeed!' you told your daughter. Kissing her cheek. Putting down your daughter so she could play.

You walked out of the room, followed by your wife. "Babe i am so sorry! I promise i will be more careful with my choice of words!" Lucy told you. Kissing your cheek. "You better be!" You Tell her and pulled her in for a real kiss. After the kiss you whispered into her ear. "If you can't behave i might have to spank you." You breathed out, winking at her ."Holy f*ck!" Lucy spoke Out "Holy..." You heard from your daughters room . "Evangeline Malia Bronze you better not finish this sentence! And you Lucia will be sleeping on the Couch tonight!" You told both your wife and daughter. "Sowwy Mama!" Evie yelled from her room. "But Babe...that's not fair!" Lucy tried to reason with you but you made up your mind. "Couch Lucy! Maybe this will teach you not to say stuff like that in front of our Kid!"

After that you made dinner. Some Pasta & Sauce from scratch with a side salad. During Family Dinner you talked about your upcoming vacation to Disneyland in Paris. "I gets Mickey Ears?" The little Girl asked. "Of course, Eves!" Lucy told her. "And you can wear your new Mickey Mouse Dress." You let her know. Which made her giggle in excitement. God you loved that giggle.

It was bath time for Evie which meant you were cleaning up after dinner while Lucy gave your little girl a bath. After that she read her a story and cuddled her until she was asleep.

You were done with cleaning up the kitchen. But you couldn't rest due to currently being six weeks pregnant with your and Lucy's second child. Pregnancy was a bit rough because you struggled with morning sickness. Ironically that was not just reserved for mornings. Which was why you were hanging over the toilet right now, throwing up. Lucy heared you and quickly walked into the bathroom. Kneeling down behind you. Holding your Hair Up for you and rubbing your back gently. "I've got you Love." She told you. It did help alot to have her there. When you were done you flushed the toilet and leaned against your wife. "Thank you Baby." You answered, feeling exhausted. "You don't have to sleep on the couch. I would prefer If you cuddled me." You added and she smiled slightly. "You can get all the cuddles you want my love!"she helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub and helped you brush your teeth before she carried you to bed. You put on some Shorts and one of Lucys Hoodies before cuddling up with her in bed. Falling asleep in her arms.

[if-loves]

saviour

// Yandere Sunday

sum: Sunday firmly believes that only you can save him.

wc: 955

warnings: ooc sunday prob, some description of drowning

a/n: tried to make this as gn as possible, if there’s any use of gendered pronouns pls lmk! and sowwy for not posting!! hope everyone got sunday!!! and happy (early) new year!!!

likes & reblogs appreciated :)

You’ve always been a particularly devoted member of The Family. You cared not for being noticed or rewarded for your efforts, often blending in the background and doing your work behind the countless screens of Penacony. Backstage, away from the suffocating and headache-inducing fluorescent lights and cameras and worst of all the eyes of the audience, was your calling. You liked hiding.

But Sunday has always been a sharp man. He has always noticed the smallest details, the countless people who drifted between the realm of dreams and reality, and the people who kept the delicate peace. He has always noticed you.

With meticulous planning, he orchestrated your many meetings. The first was what he called an accidental run-in, the second a pleasant coincidence, the third a professional meeting with the head of Oak Family. With an innocent smile and gentle touches, he inches himself closer to you, his gloved hands brushing yours as you tell him of the many requests and suggestions proposed by guests and residents.

Sunday thinks he could fall into your eyes and drown in them. He wouldn’t struggle, is what he believes. He’d embrace the water filling his lungs, the feeling of his airway being constricted, and the darkness that consumes him once the flow of oxygen comes to a full halt. Did you feel the same, for him?

You’re good at keeping a professional front. If his light touches are affecting you somehow, you don’t show it, instead carrying on the conversation despite his dry replies. If anything, he thinks you want this meeting to be over and done with as soon as possible. The thought makes him feel sad, if not a little angry.

“And that is a summary of the most common requests and suggestions that long-time guests and residents have made. If you have the time, I would recommend reading them over individually, however I am aware that you are very busy, so I hope that the summary provides you with sufficient information in order to consider implementing the feedback from our guests and residents.” You look at him expectantly, the neatly stapled papers pushed to his side. He wishes you’d look at him differently.

“Thank you for your work. I will be sure to find some time to read over these reports, and you will be the first to know of the feedback that Penacony will implement.” He smiles at you as warmly as he can, but he knows it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Whether you notice or not, or whether you even care, is beyond him, and it fills him with frustration. He’d do anything for a chance to pick you open and study your being, from your beating heart to the depths of your soul, if it meant that he would finally be able to understand even a little bit of you.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr Sunday. I will be taking my leave now.” You stand and dip your head in respect, and gather your things and leave without a second glance or hesitation in your steps. He stays seated, staring at where you once were, until the sound of your footsteps fade into silence and he is left to the madness of his thoughts.

Would it be so wrong to keep you for himself? Surely no one could understand the desperate desire that has seeped into his veins, that claws at his very being every second of the day, and surely no one could quell the madness that threatens his sanity other than you, and surely no one would miss you as much as he does every waking moment. If he could be greedy just once, could it be for you? Would you let him?

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Perhaps having the issue of the memory zone meme isn’t such a bad thing. After all, it gave Sunday the opportunity to take you away. Now, there was nowhere you could run, chained to his bed and confined to his room. He feels like a giddy child as he watches you sleep in his sheets, and he’s almost afraid that he’s the one stuck in a cruel dream.

Removing the glove on his right hand, he hesitantly reaches out to touch your cheek. When your skin touches his, he swears he feels bliss and electricity all the same. A shiver runs down his spine, and he greedily rests his whole hand on your cheek. He thinks he could watch you like this for the rest of time and then some.

When you awake, you find him staring at you, a smile on his face. This one reaches his eyes, and there’s even a sparkle in them. He says it’s the sparkle of happiness, but you’re sure it’s closer to that of madness. Naturally, you thrash and struggle to no avail, and all Sunday does is watch with the same, genuine smile.

Eventually, when you tire of your fruitless struggle, he kneels and takes one of your hands in his. He brings it to his forehead, eyes closed, and you think you see a tear slip down his cheek. The light from the window behind him casts a shadow over him, and to you, he looks like the devil. However, it illuminates you, and he thinks you’ve never looked more heavenly. His saviour, his Aeon, his everything.

“Will you be my Aeon?” He asks, and although he knows that he has forsaken anything and everything holy for this moment of sin, he can’t help the pure happiness that explodes in his chest when you don’t reply. After all, in both your fields of work, no answer might as well be a vote of agreement. You wouldn’t say no to such a devoted follower, would you?

[grichel]

two seconds after posting this i got a text alert from the company, so i guess they signed me up for text alerts and just forgot to tell me.

other than just waiting by the curb, how am i supposed to know when the van is here to pick me up? my family neglected to give me the drivers phone number or anything, they only told me i was getting picked up two days ago, and then that i was getting picked up before the rest of them late yesterday (having a breakdown, didn’t think to ask). so how am i supposed to know when the car is here other than waiting at the hot ass curb with all my shit huh?

[aradassbadass]

cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iii

sowwy for the late update long chapter to make it up to yall🫶🏽

“right there mama, you like that?” he whispers in your ear voice like velvet.

“yes daddy, please.” you beg, words coming out choppy. a groan escapes his lips as he thrust into you and you begin to claw at the canvas on his back as you feel you finish nearing.

“ah yes, right there.” you encourage him wrapping your legs around his slender hips in hopes of keeping his body connected to yours. the groan that escapes his lips is music to your ears and your toes curl in ecstasy and you cry out in pleasure- a cry that sounds weird. really weird.

“wait, what the fuck.” you say eyes peaking open and spotting the alarm that is blaring right beside your ear.

you press the stop button in frustration and let your eyes flutter close in hopes to finish that dream. it felt so raw, so real. almost as real as the body pressed up against yours and the stiff arm that you were laying on.

your eyes shoot open as you realize just how real it was. how the man of your dreams quite literally showed up unannounced and was spooning you in your bed. you cant help but think of how easy it would be to make that dream into a reality.

you try to shake the thought from your head but you mind wonders back to the dream. you close your eyes and squeeze your thighs together in hopes to calm the constant throb between your legs.

you hold back a moan as you imagine him sliding the gown up and pulling your thighs apart to bury himself deep in you with no resistance your slickness acting in favor of his actions. you can all but feel his warm breath as he’d whisper soft praises to you soft kisses planting themselves on your neck.

the thought felt too real as you arched back into him and immediately felt his body tense up.

his grip tightened around your waist and his voice came to you as a surprise, “well goodmorning to you too.”

you bit back a moan and barely managed to find your voice, “sorry, i didnt mean to wake you. i was trying to get up to go shower.” the lie rolls off of your tongue with minimal effort and he seemingly believes it as his grip loosens and you are able to get free.

you rush in the bathroom quickly shutting the door behind you. you sigh as you turn the light on and finally catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

“lock the fuck in” you whisper to yourself turning the water on. you strip down contemplating a moment before grabbing the purple toy underneath your sink.

you place its suction cup on the wall before getting underneath the water. you sigh as you slide back onto it imagining the man in your bed is the one behind you. you slowly began to rock back on the toy hands bracing the wall and the side of the tub for support.

you imagine his big hands gripping your waist and the sound of lewd noises filling the steamed space. you quicken your pace to one you deem similar to what his own would be like and it takes no time for you to send yourself cascading over the edge.

you take deep breaths and regain your composure before you begin to cleanse your body.

the familiar sense of shame washed over you but it wasnt quite what it usually was. an unusual sen unfulfilment was mixed in as well. you needed more.

stop thinking like that he is a friend. a friend that came almost 2 hours to see you after a game, but still just a friend nonetheless.

thoughts swirled in your mind and complex emotions begin to swirl around your mind. you turned the shower off and stepped out grabbing a towel.

it wasnt like you hadnt thought about him in this light before- you did that quite often actually. maybe it was the fact that he wad there in the flesh that made the idea harder to shake.

of course. he’ll leave and the feelings wont be long to follow.

you smiled at the realization but there was still a feeling of uncertainty playing in the pit of your stomach. you chose to ignore it and get prepared for your day.

you did your usual morning rountine of brushing your teeth, slathering vaseline on your face and doing your hair which merely consisted of doing your edges and deciding if you wanted to wear a middle or side part today.

you replaced your towel with your robe and walked out of the bathroom.

“well dont you look refreshed.” he said smirk plastered across his face making your stomach drop.

did he hear me? fuck, no way he heard me.

“cant go teach the adults of tomorrow and not be.” you said voice almost breaking and showing your nervousness.

he said nothing just stared at you & you immediately got hot. “what?” you quiz turning to your closet as you begin searching for an outfit.

“oh nothing,” he mutters and you know he’s still smirking. “just found your dirty little secret.”

you whip around to look at him, ”what?!”you all but yell and he laughs pulling his jersey from under your pillows. the signed jersey he had sent you randomly that smelled exactly like him when you received it.

a sigh of relief escaped your lips, “oh, that wasnt no secret.” you laugh and turn back around pulling out a green sweater and and khaki jeans.

“i thought you said it wasnt for you.” he laughed.

“hmm i dont recall. wrong bitch.” you retorted and he suddenly wasnt laughing anymore causing you to laugh harder.

“man dont say that shit, aint no other girl.”he said tone suddenly serious. you roll your eyes and grab a pair of underwear out of your dresser sliding them on under the robe.

“right, well can you close your eyes or put a pillow over your head i need to change. you know some of us real people have to make a barely livable wage.” you sass and he is now rolling his eyes.

“ill do you one better.” he snaps and gets up going into the bathroom. you hurriedly remove the robe and throw on a bralette followed by the shirt and finally the pants.

as you carefully tuck the shirt in you hear the toilet flush followed by the sink turning on.

“you can come out, im decent.” you call to him pulling on a pair of socks.

he comes out smile beaming and you cant help but mock him, “well dont you look refreshed.”

he just shrugs at your words and begins making your bed. “thank you.” you smile sliding on your signature birkenstock clogs.

“of course, of course.”

“you want something to eat? i dont have long but i can whip you something up really quick.”you call back to him.

“no thanks its fine ill just eat at the facility.” he calls back and you roll your eyes. you check your watch, 5:47am, you have time and decide to make him a breakfast sandwich.

you turn the stove on high and throw a pan on it. you crack two eggs one for each of you seasoning them with red pepper flakes and then grab two slices of bacon throwing it on the same pan as well. as they are frying you throw two bagles in the toaster and wait. you grab your tote off the counter and check to be sure you have your ipad and such.

“ didnt i say i would get something at the facility.” the raspy voice caught you by surprise.

“dont really give a fuck what was said, food almost ready.” you still checking your bag. a tight hand grasp your forearm and you tense up making eye contact with the tattooed man.

he spoke no words his look said everything he needed. you snatched your arm away trying to ignore the tingling coming back between your legs.

“my bad shawty.” you try to play it cool,” just trynna do some nice for you, dont get all stern and shit.”

“yeah right” he rolls his eyes and sit down at the island.

“practice at 8 right?” you question flipping the bacon and pulling the bagel from the toaster.

“yep but gotta be on the field and stretched by 7:45”

“damn, you wasnt gone have no time to eat.” you say assembling the sandwich, “ill wrap it up so you can take it to go.”

“you really didnt have to do that, i know you never eat breakfast you gone be sick by second period.” he says and you can tell he is sincerely worried about you making you warm inside.

“im taking it for lunch, but i appreciate the concern.” you say wrapping the sandwich in parchment paper and tucking it into your bag.

“here.” you hand his to him, “now lets go, dont need mccarthy on yo ass.”

he just laughs as you both head out the door you jiggling the nob making sure it was locked.

“well i guess this is the part where we say goodbye.” you say standing in front of your car pushing a braid behind your ear, mimicking how the do on tv and he just smiles.

“shut up.” he laughs and wraps his arms around you pulling you in for a hug and boy does it feel nice. you let your body relax, and rest your head on his chest basking in the moment for as long as you can.

it is you who pulls away, “well alright ill see ya.” you smile looking up at him and he returns it.

“that you will.” he replied going to your door and opening it.

“well arent you a gentleman.”you say getting in and turning it on.

“that i am.” he says and you laugh closing it letting down the window.

“be safe.” he says as he bends down in the window.

“always, you the one need to be safe.” you reply. he gives you one final smile before turning and walking to his car.

you watch him through your rear view mirror as he gets in and turns it on. it doesnt take long before he back out of your driveway but he waits on you to follow. he drives behind you and as your light goes on to turn left you see his signal to turn right. you turn and honk a final goodbye and he replies with two of his own. you cant help the blush that comes to your face.

“what a great start to my day.”

ꨄ

the school day flew by surpisingly fast as today was busy due to it being picture day which you had honestly forgot about. you had only checked your phone at lunch to see you had a message from cee saying that he had made it and to have a great day. you loved the message and told him to do the same.

by the time 5 oclock rolled around and you walked into your home you were utterly exhausted. you threw your bag on your bed and immediately stripped free of your clothes. as you walked in the bathroom and went to turn on the water your eyes widened in horror. the dildo was still stuck to the wall of your shower.

“nononono NO.” you yelled hurrying to remove it.

he seen it- HE FUCKING SEEN IT. theres no way he didnt see it.

you thought back to this morning to when he cane out of the bathroom all giddy and smiley.

“FUCK.” you cry sitting on the toilet your face turning red in embarrassment. you reached over turning on the water and hopped in not even giving the water an opportunity to heat up. you let the icy water attempt to wash the shame from you as you cleaned yourself.

he hadn’t said anything before he left so thats a good thing right, maybe there is some slim chance he didnt see it.

you pushed the thought to the back of your mind and washed yourself hopping out and grabbing a towel.

you immediately go to your room and sit on your bed picking up your phone and seeing two text from him from 10 minutes ago.

‘ see you js made it home call me when you get out the shower’

‘btw im way bigger than yo lil friend if its me its prepping you for’

your stomach does cartwheels as you read the messages and you stare at your phone in disbelief.

without second thought you respond

‘ and what if its not you.’

he immediately reads it.

‘oh it is, you couldnt stop begging for me in yo sleep.’

‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

[xsublimelimex]

21+ only

All characters are over the age of 21

The little prince needs to pee

CW: piss play

There’s shuffling beside me as my baby wiggles around in bed trying to find a good position. I lay silently waiting to see what he does. He huffs loudly and whines, “mommy? are you awake?”

I reach out and flip the light switch on my bedside lamp on illuminating a warm glow over the otherwise dark bedroom. I look over at him and he’s covering his eyes with his hands from the light. “Mommyyyy” he whines louder. “Shh baby it’s okay mommy is up. Tell me what’s wrong my darling.” I say quietly and rub his exposed now tummy since he pushed the blanket off from overheating. His rainbow unicorn undies are on display and oh so adorable.

As I rub his tummy I press slightly and he hisses. He’s bloated. “Baby boy are you holding in your pee pee?” I ask in my stern mommy voice. He peeks a look at me through his fingers and nods. “Yes but I’m so lazy and I’m so so tired mommy I don’t wanna get up!” He whines with tears in his eyes. “Oh sweetie i understand it’s okay mommy has an idea.” I knew there was no use and fighting him on this since he was so tired and there was no way I could lift him to the potty so i have an idea. My poor little prince has been having trouble at night with his bladder so his nights have not been restful but I’m hoping that ends tonight.

“What’s your idea?” He questions with his brows furrowed. I lean over to my bedside table and grab my tall glass that is only half full of water now. “Here baby drink the rest of mommy’s water.” I pick his head up and help him sip. “But mommy I need to go potty how is this a good idea?”

“Shh baby just drink your mamas water.” I tilt the cup and he gulps it all up. “Good boy.” I rest his head back and push his undies down his thick thighs. “Mommy what are you doing?” He questions in a sleepy voice as I pick up his tiny limp dick. It immediately perks up a bit in my palm and I smile. “Baby you’re gonna go potty in mommy’s water glass okay?” He looks confused but doesn’t say anything just allows me to place the tip of his little cock at the top of my glass.

“Alright baby let go, you can make pee pee now.” I tell him soothingly. “Are you sure mama I don’t wanna make a mess.” He says in a small voice.

“I’m sure baby now listen to your mother and piss yourself like the baby you are.“ I say sternly. He immediately lets go and I watch as his piss fills up the glass about more than half way. I let it dribble out the last bits and pull the cup away. “Such a good little boy for you mama. I’m so proud of you baby.” I praise him.

I set the glass on the counter and he gasps “oh no mommy.” I look and quickly attach my lips to the tip of his cock and he pisses into my mouth. I gulp it down and suck on his tip softly letting him finish up. He whines and pushes more of his cock in my mouth and one more short spurt of piss shoots down my throat. “I’m sowwy mama I no mean it.” He says in his tiny baby voice. I pull of his cock and reassure him, “it’s okay sweet boy your mama loves drinking your piss there’s no need to be upset.” I rub his piss hole and he moans as I kiss his lips and slip my tongue inside giving him a taste of his own piss.

I tuck his cock back in his undies and lay back beside him and turn off the lamp. “Mama?” He whispers and shuffles closer. Without even a word I pop my big double d breast out of my sleep cami and smooth my hand down his head and push him toward it. He’s so little right now he can’t manage to find it sucking on my skin near my nipple rather than my nipple. He makes a frustrated noise after a few second and I laugh quietly, “is not funny mama” he whines. I laugh some more “I know sweet prince I know mama is gonna help.”

I lift my fat leaking nipple and place it at his lips he immediately latches on and sucks hard. “Oh fuck baby not so hard.” I chastise him. He obeys and begins suckling at a more slow even pace. He hums around my nipple and the suckling and slurping noises lull me to sleep with him pressed against me cuddling.

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Hi Mm this is socks lmao, but could I request something with reader having a horrible day where everything goes wrong, nothing feels right, and she's tired of like carrying the world and everyone one else on her back and Peter is just the sweetest guy ever babying her and hold her while she cries? Yep that's me, but with no Peter

sowwy it took so long, i had a few requests for this and put them all in one giant pot. i also hope everyone here is feeling better ❤️

Totally broken, you just needed someone to hold you. 

It had been an awful day of an awful week of an awful month. Punch after punch, you couldn’t take anymore. Holding yourself the entire walk to the frat house, only allowing yourself to sniffle and keep a steady flow of tears, nothing too hysterical to pass in public. 

Almost tripping over a curb you choke back a sob, all you could do was manually breathe and think of the path to the house. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to go there anyways, you’d never gone to Peter before all upset and choked up. 

And knowing him, he’d hate it and send you away informing you that taking care of your crying mess wasn’t in his job description. 

Focusing on breathing, you knocked at the solid door and prayed Peter would answer, save for any of his brothers mid breakdown. But, like most of today and this week, things did not go in your favor. 

“Trouble?”

He wasn’t your boy. 

“Is Peter here?” shoddy breaths, you’re about to collapse in a sob, you shouldn’t be here. “Actually, nevermind, I’m,” you inhale sharply, tears skip down your cheeks, “I’m, um, gonna go home.” 

Spinning on your heel a warm hand closed around your wrist tugging you inside, “no, you’re not. Parker would fucking kill me if I let you leave like this.” Wiping your cheeks and trying to pull away, “he wouldn’t want to deal with me, I should…” shaking his arm off and trying to make a dash before he caught you by the hood of your jacket. 

Gagging you pull at the neckline, “what the fuck, Ethan?” 

“Parker!” He calls up the stairs, adrenaline killing your tears, trying to pull away but useless in his grip. Jerking the fabric, trying to release it from his hold, “let go, Ethan!” 

“Parker!” Wincing at the shriek in your ear, “see? He doesn’t care, I sho-” 

Your shoes squeak on the floor, holding your jacket as far as you could from your neck when Ethan dragged you across the landing of the house, fumbling into his chest to stop the tension. He was being anything but gentle, raising his fist to pound at the wall. 

“Parker! Get the fuck down here!” 

While trying your last attempt to break free, Ethan twists the hood in his hold, causing you to pause in an awkward position, if you moved you’d be choked. “Ethan, I swear to fucking god I’ll-” 

“Park-” 

Stomps on the stairs.

“Say my fucking name one more time, Keznek, I fucking dare you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze. The second Peter hits the landing his frustration was washed into concern, not even caring his brother and best friend was watching, pouting all soft. You weren't crying anymore but the evidence showed, written all over your face was a cry session.

“My baby,” feathersoft, his words scooped you up and held you. Ethan’s hand dropped the second Peter took a second step, abandoning post and taking the stairs two steps at a time. Standing in front of you, his thumbs run under your eyes, “why’s my girl so sad, hm?” 

Suddenly, that lump in your throat you’ve been swallowing won’t stay down. Blinking fast trying to stop tears, which fails useless as your bottom lip trembles and he’s being so soft and he’s never been this comforting before. A sob escapes, the dam breaks. 

Peter’s never seen you cry before, you’ve called him once before while upset and he thought that hurt him. Watching you cry and desperate for air makes him break, he’s never had a girl come to him so broken. He doesn’t even know what to do or say, “give me a cuddle, c’mon, I know how happy that makes you!” 

Instantly you’re wound around him, exhaling shaky breaths in his chest while he scratches slowly at your back. Tears bleed through his shirt but he doesn’t say a word, he thinks he might be making it worse because you’re getting worse. 

Racking breaths made him push you away, he was genuinely scared you’d pass out. 

“Okay, c’mon. Take a breath and follow me, okay?” Choking as you gasp, his hand holds yours tight until you reach a room off the kitchen, Peter sits on the edge of a couch and holds your hands. “Deep breath, baby.” You try to do it but fail, whimpering an apology. “I’m not asking you to stop crying, I just need you to breathe.” 

It’s weak but he takes it, “one more for me,” it’s smoother this time, rubbing at an eye to clear your vision. Gulping, you force yourself to take another deep breath, this one ceasing the tears for the moment. 

Peter pushes himself backwards to sit on the couch, patting the small spot next to him you follow the command. Your butt in the small space, legs thrown over his lap. “You almost knocked yourself out, trouble.” 

He’s trying to lighten the mood but you just feel vulnerable and sad, resting your cheek on his shoulder you sniff. Voice breaking at the words, “I’m really sad, petey.” And fuck, he hates that nickname, but the way you uttered it, like a child with a terrible confession, made him want to hold you and never let you leave. 

Hands tickle up and down your legs, “wanna tell me why?” 

Blowing a shaky breath you shug, a tear falls when you blink. 

“I mean, everything?” To Peter, it sounds like you’re holding back and he won’t stand for it, not until he knows what made his girl cry like that. 

“I’m here for you to unload, I’m trying to take that,” he gestures to your body, “and put it here,” crumpling the tension into a ball and forcing it into his heart. 

“I failed my math test, I was fired from the campus store, Zoe and Lana are fighting and they want me to pick a side but I know they’ll get over it and then I’ll always be the asshole that chose a side, and to top it all off my sister called me and I felt like it was my job to give relationship advice cause,” you give a dry laugh, “obviously, I’m in the right position to tell people about their shit boyfriend.” 

A shit sandwich, you were right. Everything was wrong. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Because he feels helpless, but he’s done more than enough already. 

“Just… hold me.” 

“I can do that.” 

And he does, even a little longer after you said you were finally okay.