#the corners of my mouth started hurting form being stretched out so much and my jaw could’ve still moved if there had been enough ‘skin’

[onlythebravest]

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[idanceuntilidie]

I have no idea- I was thinking about this yesterday and today in the end I wrote it

chaos chaos enjoy and Im gonna go shower and mir mir don’t commit crimes when Im gone

Tw: slightly suggestive themes, yandere behaviour

Yandere classmate x male reader

Requests are open.

You know where to find me And I know where to look

They boy hummed, his fingers gently playing with your hair. It felt like the finest silk; just like he imagined. A small smile appears on his face,

You were so blissfully unaware, sleeping like a baby and missing out on lectures again.

He twirled the lock of your hair before cutting it off. His smile widened, admiring it, another part of you that he can add to his collection. 

He never thought that he could find a boy attractive, but here you were, blissfully unaware of him watching your every step.

You stole his heart, ripped it out of his chest. Still beating, for you.

He laid his head next to yours, and closed his eyes. Your scent enveloping his senses as he slowly drifted to sleep. 

The bell rang.

You sit up, mind still half awake, you stretch. 

Your eyes widen as you realize the class is already empty. You quickly stand up, swaying a bit due to not being fully awake. Wiping off the droll, you pack your things, you hear a soft click and when you look up you see one of the most popular boys standing in front of you, phone in hand and smiling. His pale blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Hi hun! Look how cute you look in this photo!”

He chirped, waving the phone in front of you.

He fucking took a photo of you.

„Celeste delete it!” You desperately lunged at him to get his phone, you failed. He stumbled back and thanks to stupid luck he dodged your attack.

Celeste giggled like a child, correcting his sweater.

“Celeste I beg you! Fucking delete the photo” you begged, eyes glossing over.

“Only if you give me a biiiig kiss” he clapped his hands.

Your face twisted into a grimace, you tried to see if the two of his friends came with him to record this. You couldn’t really see them, but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t be here.

“.. Go fuck yourself.”

You grabbed your bag and rushed out of the classroom.

Celeste huffed as he watched you run out of the classroom.

He sat on the nearby desk, unlocking his phone.

Celeste scrolled through the new photos of you. His pale face dusting with pink, a shy smile formed on his lips. Too easy. He added the photos to his wide collection.

Scrolling through the photos, his smile widens. Some of them are blurry but Celeste doesn’t mind, every photo he takes of you is perfect in every aspect.

He sighs, he wanted that kiss. He bought the cherry flavored chapstick for nothing.

You walked through the halls and checked your bag. Few things were missing from your bag, you must have forgotten them somewhere.

You lost too much of your stuff already, you can’t believe you started being so forgetful.

At least Celeste didn’t follow you.

Finally you found a safe corner and sat down. 

Running your hand through your hair you notice some of it is shorter than the rest.

You curse under your breath. Goddamn it, you feel like you are in elementary school all over again.

“Y/N?”

“Marceline oh my God thank Gods you are here I-“

„Listen, we can’t be friends anymore.” she interrupts you.

You look at her in disbelief. She didn’t even look at you, she played with her fingers. Her back hair covered her face and you couldn’t make out the expression.

Your mouth opened, to say something, anything but nothing came out. You felt hurt, betrayed. Marceline didn’t budge for a bit, you could feel her stare on you. Unfocused, hot and burning.

You felt dizzy, this was too much.

Marceline, seeing you had nothing to say, muttered a small apology and walked away.

You didn’t even have the energy to go and run after her.

You felt tears build up. You sniffed and hid your face in your arms.

Celeste grabbed Marceline's hand, she looked at him with pure hatred.

“He is crying because of you”

“Hm, no, he is crying because of you, because you wanted to save your ass” he says, giving him a painfully obvious fake smile.

Marceline felt her blood boil. She roughly pulled her hand away and before storming off he heard her yell insults at him.

Celeste smiled and waved at her, he pulled out his phone and stopped the recording. He will edit it later, it could be useful.

He slowly walked to you, you were crying eh? Man, he needs to take some photos! And God, if he could find your used tissues. Celeste felt his face get hot at the mere thought.

When he finally reached you, he thanked whatever was out there. That you didn’t notice him.

You were such a mess, sitting on the floor sobbing. It was all thanks to him, he smiled widely. His breath had gotten heavy, he rubbed his thighs together and took out his phone. Time for a few new photos.

[kingofthe-egirls]

GEAR 5: LUFFY x Y/N

!!! SPOILERS !!!

(cw: reader is a survivor, sex, gear 5 luffy, sweet, kissing, creampie)

(a/n: big trigger warning here. working through my own past with luffy to help me. ah.)

Songs: "Have One On Me" by Joanna Newsom, "South London Forever" by Florence + the Machine

words: 1.2k

"M'gonna go slow, kay?" Luffy soothes his hand over your belly. You're fluttery and shaky, breaths coming in shallow gasps as your boyfriend kneels over you. Your legs are spread wide, bare for him after hours of foreplay. You're ready, you tell yourself, I'm ready.

"Gonna give you a new memory, okay?" Luffy asks you, his eyes wide and shining as he waits for your permission. You nod.

"Ready."

Luffy leans down to kiss you, fluttering his fingers over your cheeks. "Ya sure? You look kinda scared, y/n. I don't wanna do anything you don't wanna do," he frowns, tilting his head. His hair is all spiky in the black night, barely lit at all by the starlight filtering in through the cabin window. It's a new moon, tonight.

Scared.

"M'not scared with you," you mumble, swinging your knees up and down. He's sitting between your legs, his strong form naked in front of you. He's tracing his fingers down your abdomen, softly drawing invisible spirals on your skin. "Just...scared it'll happen again."

"I've got ya, y/n."

"I know," you say, squeezing your eyes shut. You reach up, making grabby hands for him in the darkness. He leans his face into your waiting hands, letting you squish in his cheeks. He giggles.

He shifts, bringing the hot skin of his thighs closer to yours, as he wraps your legs up in his arms. He leans down, kissing along your inner thighs: first one, then the other. His eyes glint up in the darkness as he surveys your expressions. "How's that?"

"Better," you say, nodding. He's been eating you out for hours, and you've been playing with him, too. You've both been dancing around the idea of sex for a while, now. He's had it before, and so have you. His experiences were a lot less...traumatizing. Than yours have been.

"Here," he says, pressing his hand onto your lower belly. "I'm gonna...stretch ya a lil bit. Just so it doesn't hurt, okay?" His fingers are soft, as he strokes his thumb over the coarse hairs at the apex of your thighs. He holds your knee in his other warm hand.

"S-stretch?"

"Like this," he soothes, his hair starting to turn white. His eyes glow pink, and you gasp. You don't know how much energy his fifth gear takes, but--you don't want him to waste it on you.

"N-no, Luffy! That's too much for you," you try to say, try to sit up, but he pushes you down. He gazes at you, seriously.

"Don't trust me?"

You stop, cowed. "I trust you, captain."

He grins. "Good!"

His transformation is nearly complete, with white hair floating around his face. His clothes have turned a brilliant pearl, too. His sash is violet; his skin is almond and honey. Something sweet you'd stir into your tea. He leans forward to kiss you again.

Luffy's lips taste like skin.

"Here," he whispers, tracing his fingers over your breasts between the two of you. He swipes over your clit, dragging his hand down and over your shaking body. "D'ya want me, y/n?"

"Of course," you whisper, reaching your arms around his neck. He smells like apples. You feel yourself getting pulled into the gravity of him, his electric elasticity stretching you out at the corners of your being. It's funny, you think, wriggling a little in his grasp.

"Feels funny," you say, smiling. He snickers, lining himself up with your entrance. His thumb is stroking over your pelvis, and you feel yourself start to relax. It's--warm. It feels like when you drink sake, a little, except your head doesn't hurt. Your head feels light as feathers. Your body is relaxed, too. All warm and goopy as he starts to press inside you. You gasp.

"Oh!" You say, arching forward. Luffy catches you around the shoulders, his hand splayed at your lower back. "I didn't know!!" You start, and stop. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish. I didn't know it would feel so good.

Luffy hums. "How's that?"

He's staring at your face, his own blush starting to form around his honey cheeks. You reach up to play with the ends of his floaty hair. You feel drunk. "It's hot," you say, giggling, "That you love me like this."

Luffy beams.

"Course," he growls, hiding his face in your neck. He breathes in deeply, slipping out his tongue to taste your skin. He likes biting you a lot, apparently. "How could I not?"

He snaps his hips, starting to fuck you in earnest.

It feels--good.

It feels weird, to have your body bouncing around like this. Your tits are shaking, your hips are shuddering, all the fleshy parts of your body are jiggling around as he softly thrusts into you. You want him to fuck you harder, now.

"Harder, Luffy," you say, fisting your hand in his hair. It feels like feathers. You want to start a pillow fight. Luffy giggles, and a puff of downy white feathers explode behind you. He's sacrificed one of his pillows apparently, you dimly think as soft white fluffs flutter down around you. They fill your vision like snowflakes.

He speeds up, thrusting into you in missionary as he holds you in both arms. He kisses up your neck, all along your cheeks. His lips are puffy and warm, and you hum into his affections with unbridled joy. He loves when you just accept his love. He has so much to give you, you can barely contain it all. Your heart is overflowing with it, spilling out from a golden chalice in salty, shimmery waves.

"Feels good, kitty?"

Luffy pants into your shoulder, biting softly at your skin. He's always covering you in hickeys, which the crew had started to make fun of at first, but had quickly lost interest in. Since you're always covered in hickeys now, it's no fun to tease you over it anymore.

"Feels so good, Luffy," you say, meeting his hips with thrusts of your own. It's slow, and steady, but your orgasm is building up behind your knees. It creeps up, up your legs and explodes between them.

"Oh!" You gasp, mouth falling open as you spasm around his length, "Fuck, Luffy, that feels so good--"

"Cum for me, angel," he whispers, voice hoarse. He's not lost to the pleasure, either. He grunts, holding your hair in one hand while the other snakes around your waist in loops. The white fluffs of feathers have settled now, intermingling with the fluffy white behind his head.

He glitters for a moment, pink hearts sparkling into being around his flushed face. They sizzle and pop, little magenta pleasures that fizz through the air as he gets closer to his climax.

"Love you, Luffy," you say, fireworks now dancing at the edges of your vision. You giggle, drunk on his love and the pleasure that's coursing through your body. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt, at all.

His eyes are pink hearts, now, as he gasps and pants and moans out your name. He's so in love with you.

"Fuck, kitty--," he rasps, speeding up his sweet, sweet pace. "Love when you're so wet for me, love when you take it so so good for me, fuck--" He cums into your core, his face buried in your chest. He whines, bucking into you for the lasting waves of his orgasm.

You clench around him, letting the shivers of aftermath push you over the edge another time, too.

Hearts fizzle out of existence as his hair fades back to black.

The feathers around you are now just feathers, and the two of you are now just lovers, tangled together in his bed.

[kamimarroco]

CW: Sexual assault, sexual abuse, masturbation, fingering, non-con, cumming, first time, blowjob, cunnilingus, psychological trauma.

Since I wrote it directly on Tumblr, I have no idea how many words this story has. Oh well, you can find out for yourself! ;)

"Could you stop squirming so much?", Ren's tone of voice showed slight irritation as he saw you continue to resist, one of his hands holding your back while the other was between your legs.

His claws were digging into your insides painfully, trying to stretch a place in you that had never been touched so explicitly. Not for you, nor for anyone else.

"Stop- Stop it!", you tried to move your body away from his grip, eyes tightly closed as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. "It hurts, it hurts!"

The pain that formed in your core spread throughout your body, agony making your legs move involuntarily, your hands placed on his chest turning into fists, threatening to tear the fabric of his black shirt.

"Shh, shh... Calm down", Ren said calmly and quietly, trying to comfort you with words that in no way lessened your discomfort. They were the equivalent of telling someone with anxiety to stop worrying so much. "It's okay, you just need to relax for me..."

Easier said than done, it wasn't him who was being stretched agonizingly and forcibly, sharp claw tips bruising inner walls, each thrust making you arch your back and contributing to your cheeks becoming wet with a trail of tears.

How the fuck could you relax if he wasn't even helping you?

To be honest, you suspected in the back of your mind that Ren had no problem seeing you like that, writhing and crying in pain, all because of his hand. The bastard wasn't exactly the most moral man in the world, and the control he had over you was more satisfying than anything. In short, your suffering was nothing more than a form of entertainment for the twisted fantasies that inhabited his head.

You just had no way to escape him.

He growled in frustration as he realized you were still tight despite his efforts, his clawed fingers soaked after sliding in and out of your core so many times. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as he pulled his hand away from you to examine it, your thighs immediately closing together at the opportunity.

"Ah ah, your thighs remain open", despite the sweet tone of his voice, the way he forcibly opened your thighs made you realize that he wasn't joking. The fox boy's patience was probably running thin as he hadn't yet gotten what he wanted. "If my fingers can't do the job, maybe my tongue can".

Panic flooded your system at his statement, your body shaking violently as you shook your head in denial, now doing your best to get away from him. "N-No... Wait wait, you can't do it! You can't-"

He didn't let you finish your sentence, your back hitting the bed as you were shifted into a new position. Your eyes' attention moved from the ceiling to Ren again, seeing him place his head between your thighs, his clawed hands holding them firmly in place so as not to give you the chance to at least preserve what he hadn't yet taken. "Don't you dare interrupt me".

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt something warm and wet enter your core, your back immediately arching and your hips jerking forward, trying to get more of the feeling of being filled up inside so deliciously.

"Stahp-"

Your voice was too weak to try to protest, sweet and soft moans starting to leave your mouth, your legs shaking intensely as did your entire body, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you.

You felt repulsed, not because it was painful, far from it, but because he was genuinely making it enjoyable for you. Instead of writhing in pain like before, you were now writhing for a different reason, waves of pleasure starting to consume your being instead of hellish agony. You felt sick because you weren't supposed to feel these feelings, he wasn't supposed to make you feel good when he was your tormentor, the person who brought you pain and suffering each and every day.

You just remained lying on the bed, your body not even having the slightest energy to try to escape him. And maybe, deep down, you didn't want to. Maybe you wanted to let yourself go for once, not bothering to resist your captor's actions.

You were still human, and you didn't have the ability to fight his authority forever. At some point you would get tired, giving him an opening to finally break through the barriers you firmly put up, even if you didn't want to. Even though you would hate him and yourself for letting something like that happen.

You felt something building inside you, in your core, something that was growing as Ren continued to work his tongue. Your movements became erratic, your mind going haywire as sensations you've never felt before overwhelm your body. You didn't like where all this was going...

"You're close, I can feel it", Ren's speech was muffled due to the position he was in, head between your thighs, naughty sounds able to be heard as his tongue moved in and out of you. You felt his efforts increase drastically, contributing to the countless sensations that were flooding your system, trying to push you to the limit.

Which, by the looks of it, was working out more than well.

You gave one last loud cry as you felt something liquid and in large quantities come out of you, your body instantly feeling the effects of the intense orgasm you were having, your head falling back on the bed. Ren prolonged your experience by continuing to move his tongue even after your release, making sure to swallow every last drop of your juice.

Your body remained convulsing from overstimulation, your voice and all the air inside you having been gone for some time, but somehow returning only for you to continue moaning and panting.

You finally got a chance to rest when Ren pulled away from your intimate flesh, his lips stained with something white that appeared to be viscous. Your blurry vision returned to normal after a while, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you saw his tongue collecting the rest of your cum that was still in his mouth.

"I must confess... I didn't expect you to cum so much!~", his excited tone of voice did nothing but increase the shame that was consuming your body, your mind being prevented from thinking properly before because of the intense wave of pleasure that washed over you.

You felt slightly nervous as you watched Ren bring his face closer to yours, his lips just inches away from kissing you, from making you taste yourself after a session like that.

Having your captor so close to you brought back unpleasant memories, even though this time he hadn't hurt you that much. You just couldn't suppress your instincts when they screamed at you to stay away from this man.

"You know, I think we're still going to have a lot of fun today~", Ren purred softly, his bright golden eyes looking straight into yours, making you feel surrounded in every way, both physically and mentally.

You didn't want to think about what the future held for you.

Note: the author felt dirty

[meikudan]

hello can I request nanami taking reader’s virginity and the morning after? tysm 💕

thank you for your request ml <3

husband!nanami x fem!reader , virginity loss , mdni

You’ve been married and living with Nanami for a few months now. Things have been sweet and happy, the perfect life for you. When you two first got together, you told him you were a virgin, and he immediately understood. You knew he was very experienced, and Nanami being the kind gentleman he is, he lets you know that you can tell him you’re ready whenever you are, and that he’ll take good care of you.

Now’s the day you’re ready, you’re laid back on your bed, legs spread for him. He kisses all over your body, being extra gentle, taking his time. The sweetest moans and whimpers leave your mouth from time to time.

He travels down to your thighs, licking, the little nibbles and kisses driving you absolutely insane. He’s got you so aroused, you swear you’ve never been this excited before. He sees the wet spot formed on your panties, the sight making him grow extremely hard. He removed your undies, your pretty pussy being revealed to him. His mouth literally waters at the masterpiece that is being shown before him, he needs a taste.

“May I?,” he says, face inches away from your arching, needy little clit. The way he purposely lowers his voice a tone, just to make you even more excited than you already are. Nanami is big on consent, even though you told him you were ready, he must know that you’re completely okay with what he’s about to do to you.

“Nanami.. p-please..,” that please making him weak in the knees, seeing you be such a sweetheart.

He dives in, slurping up all your juices and almost immediately sucking on your nub. The loudest moan leaves your mouth, the suction he has got your legs shaking already. You knew he was experienced, but shit that caught you off guard. His tongue fucking your needy hole, his nose making the slightest contact with your clit from time to time.

“N-nanamiii I’m gonna c-cum..”

He was holding your legs up as he absolutely devoured you, he heard your cries, he was enjoying the meal he’s been waiting for for a very long time. He wasn’t going to let up at all.

“Cum on my face baby, I know you can do it, c’mon.”

The encouragement alone had you coming, hard, hands finding their way to his head and shoving his face into your cunt, oh he loved that so much. He swears he almost came from that. You were shaking as you came down from your high, a tad bit of tears creasing at the corner of your eyes. He made his way up your body, caressing your hair and praising you because you did so good for him.

You jumped a bit when you felt something sliding between your folds, heart pounding a tad bit knowing this was it. He was about to take your virginity, something you’ve been saving for just the right person. Nanami has been too kind to you, you had to let him take something so valuable.

“I-is it going to hurt..?,” you whispered, a bit afraid of how it was going to feel.

“It might feel and be a bit uncomfortable at first, but I promise you it’s gonna feel so good after a while. I told you I was gonna take good care of you, don’t worry princess.”

His words calms your nerves a lot, you trust him with everything. As he began to slide in, he was going extremely slow, seeing how u winced a bit in pain, you were being stretched out, it was all very foreign to you. He kissed your forehead, thumb sliding back and forth on your cheek to calm you down. You teared up a bit as he filled you up all the way.

“Shh it’s ok it’s ok, you’re doing so great baby. Taking me so well,” he said to you.

Not long after the discomfort went away he started moving, your moans became louder, your pleasure increased and everything started to feel so fucking good. Good wasn’t the word, it felt amazing. The way his dick hit so many good spots inside of your, your g spot being shown no mercy. Your breath was taking away as slow thrust turned into pounding. You became very vocal as Nanami brought a finger down to play with your clit a bit.

“Feels good huh baby? Told you it was gonna feel good after a while,” he chuckles in your ear, kissing your cheek as you moan into his touch.

“F-feels so good.. losing my m-mind..,” you said to him, arms wrapping around his neck as he gave you the time of your life.

He felt your pussy tighten around him, he knew you were close. He rubbed tight circles on your clit, he was dedicated to making you cum on his cock.

It took one more thrust and you were crying, screaming your husband's name. And not long after, he took it out and thick ropes of his cum, shot all over your face. Your orgasms were so euphoric, you fell right asleep, laying there so prettily under him. He was so in love.

He got a warm cloth and cleaned you right up. He changed you into your favorite silk pajamas, and cuddled you right to sleep. 

The next morning, you woke up with Nanami's arms tightly wrapped around you, the sound of soft breathing in your ear. Then all of a sudden, memories from last night flooded in your mind. Your face heating up, butterflies in your stomach, you couldn't contain yourself from not smiling! How could you?

Not long after you woke up, Nanami did as well.

"Good morning my princess," His voice was so deep in the morning, that beautiful smile he loves spread right across your lips. You kissed him all over, admiring the smile that laid upon his face too. You were happy, he was happy, life was just so great for you.

"Good morning handsome," you giggled through the sentence

"How about we make breakfast together? Been a while since we've done that, sweetheart."

"We can do anything, as long as I'm close to you, Kento."

[annmariethrush]

Suptober Day 6: Full Spread

Dean can't share a bed like a normal person, which Cas carefully documents throughout the night while they are supposed to be sleeping together.

On AO3 or below the cut

Dean was thrilled to be in possession of a large bed at the bunker. While it sometimes got a little lonely, or a little cold since the place was particularly drafty, he had spent so much of his life without things that he could call his own that he savored having a bed which was just for him. However, after a few weeks of Cas sneaking in and out of his room at night in partial states of undress, he figured that he should start letting Cas come sleep with him. Although he still associated sharing a bed more with getting the short end of the stick and not having one to yourself than with anything romantic or otherwise, he had decided not to be a little bitch about it and buck up.  After all, he did have the bigger bed, and sharing was better than giving up his sweet sweet memory foam entirely to go sleep in the bare bones room that Cas occupied when he was at the bunker.

So here he was, scooting his pillow over to the right side of the bed, mentally preparing himself for his first night of co-sleeping with his angel.

"Dean, I don't even sleep. I would be perfectly happy to sit at the desk and watch you while you rest. My presence on the bed is not necessary for you to sleep." Cas eyed him warily as Dean shuffled around the room, doing a poor job of hiding his stupid feelings on the matter.

"No Cas, that's stupid. I don't care if you don't sleep, if you want to be in here with me while I'm sleeping, you'll get in bed with me cause you're my boyfriend and that's what boyfriends do." Dean plopped himself down onto the bed with a huff and pointed at the spot next to him. "Strip or be stripped, sweetheart, it's time for bed."

Cas rolled his eyes and began the tedious process of pulling off layer after layer of clothes until he was left only with his undershirt and boxers. Climbing into bed under the blanket, Cas placed a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek before snuggling close to him. Dean sighed contentedly and relaxed his body into Cas's, letting the rhythm of his breathing slowly lull him into sleep.

--

When Dean awoke, everything seemed normal. His jaw gaped in a big yawn, and his arm was stretched most of the way across the bed to grab his phone from his night stand when he remembered. Why was he alone and in the middle of the bed again? He went to sleep with Cas! He bolted upright, panicked, only to discover Cas, now partially reclothed with his dress pants on once more, sitting in the desk chair across from him looking at his phone.

At the sound of motion, Cas's eyes lifted. "Oh, good morning, Dean."

"What the fuck, Cas?" Dean suddenly felt more hurt than he had anticipated. "I told you to stay in bed with me, what happened?"

The corners of Cas's mouth slowly curled upwards, causing Dean's racing heart to slow ever so slightly. Without saying a word, Cas returned his eyes to his phone and started swiping through something. A few moments passed this way, with Dean staring at Cas wide-eyed while Cas swiped away, and just as Dean was about to voice his frustrations at not being answered, Cas pulled himself from the chair and came to sit on the side of Dean's bed.

Cas handed the phone to Dean, saying simply, "Swipe."

Dean's jaw slowly loosened as he stared at the picture on the screen. With a time stamp of 1:44 am, a dim and grainy photo showed him laying diagonally across the bed, head exactly where it had started, but his legs and feet almost to the opposite corner in the space where Cas was supposed to have been. With a creeping sense of shame, Dean swiped to the next photo, finding another dim and grainy image of him from 2:07 am, this time with his right leg and right arm sprawled out to form some sort of janky 'K' shape, his body taking up at least three quarters of the bed. Hesitantly, he swiped again, finding yet another dim and grainy photo, this time from 2:56 am, where he had rolled over and assumed a large right angle, leaving only his ass on his designated side of the bed. 

He felt his cheeks and neck begin to redden and he looked over at Cas with big eyes, "I'm so sorry Cas I didn't--"

"Oh, there's more." Cas's face was smug. "You haven't even gotten to my favorite yet."

"Fuck me..." Dean muttered, returning his eyes to the phone.

The next photo was from 3:22 and featured Dean in some sort of corrupted yoga pose, with one arm above his head, one leg directly underneath him, and the other bent in under him, a stretch he wasn't even sure he could purposefully achieve. 

When Dean swiped to the next photo, he heard Cas stifle a giggle. "This is my favorite. You look like you're praying."

Sure enough, when Dean inspected the photo, this one from 4:13am, he had somehow ended up on hands and knees with his face at the foot of the bed, hugging his pillow to his face and chest, his ass pointed into the air.

"How did I even..." Dean trailed off, defeated.

Cas took his phone back from Dean, smiling a little too hard. "You're a very animated sleeper. I'd be excited to see if you can do some of those while you're awake though. Watching you gave me some ideas about how I'd like to see you spread out for me."

Dean shoved Cas's shoulder lightly, "You horny bastard. Maybe I'd get better sleep if you just laid on top of me instead of next to me."

Cas raised an eyebrow suggestively and then shook his head. "Perhaps... Now I want to confirm that you are not a direct descendant of the starfish, though, as you seem to be very good at imitating them."

[keeponkippenon]

Posting my ao3 Madlyn fic here, bc I don't know the next time I'll have the writing motivation to start chapter 2. I originally posted chapter 1 on July 25th, 2023 (the motivation basically left me the instant it published 💔). Hope y'all enjoy :] ------------- Chapter 1

From Boyfriend to Wingman

Ashlyn: Hey, can we talk?

Big Red: Of course 😊

Ashlyn’s nerves were through the roof as she silently waited for Big Red to show up. She had texted him asking if he’d meet up at her place, and was now starting to get lost in thought about it. This was the night she planned on breaking up with him, and now all that was left was figuring out how to say it. She’s been mulling over it for weeks now ever since realizing her feelings for Val back at camp. Which in turn led to her figuring out that she is, in fact, Queer.

While she still cared deeply for Big Red, her heart was longing for something new. This recently discovered part of her has given her a new way to look at herself, and now she wanted to see what else there was to explore. While distance may make the heart grow fonder for some, for others it helps put feelings into perspective. All of this coupled with some unexplored feelings that she may have for her newly made friend, Maddox.

Interrupting Ashlyn’s thoughts were the sound of footsteps approaching, those footsteps ending in a welcoming hug from Big Red. She hugged him back tightly, now came the hard part that she can only hope ends well.

“Hey Ash, you wanted to talk?” Big Red spoke, looking into Ashlyn’s eyes expectantly. There was something comforting about the way he looked at her, like no matter what was said, he’d understand.

“Um yeah” She hesitates for a moment, directing him towards a couch where they could sit down. “So do you remember that night back at camp? The night of the Frozen show?” Ashlyn finishes. Hoping to jog Big Red’s memory, as well as to stall due to her nerves attempting to get the best of her.

“How could I forget? It was probably the best thing to happen this summer..” He starts, but trails off as he sees the look on her face. “Is this about that conversation we had?” Big Red silently looks at Ashlyn, thinking about why this would be brought up so long after the event. Though, whether he realized it or not, he had a feeling he knew where this was going. 

“Biggie, while I was at camp I realized some things about myself. Things that are more than just what my rising sign is… which is apparently a leo and not a capricorn like I’ve thought for basically my whole life-”

She takes a deep breath, and slowly exhales. “Uh, but that’s besides the point.” Laughing nervously at her own rambling, she continues on. Letting go of the last of her fear, before finishing her thought. 

“That conversation we had, I wasn’t being truthful. I care for you, so much. You’ve made me feel loved, and like I can do anything. You’ve been there for me whenever I needed someone, and you’ve always shown that all you want is for me to be happy.” A moment goes by, then another. And finally…

“But my heart seems to be pulling me in a new direction, and I think it would be best if we were just friends from now on.” As the sentence left her mouth, tension filled the air around them. The room was quiet, far more quiet than she’d like at this moment. As time felt like it stretched on for ages before Big Red finally spoke.

“You know, I kind of felt like that was where this was going.” Ashlyn starts to form the beginning of an apology after he says this, but is quickly interrupted by Big Red continuing. 

“And while it does hurt, you’re right that all I want is for you to be happy. And if that happiness lies elsewhere, then that’s okay. I never want to hold you back from that, so don’t apologize. There’s no need.”

The relief Ashlyn felt in that moment was liberating, a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and tears had begun to form at the corners of her eyes. She tightly hugged Big Red as they sat there silently, the understanding and care was evident from the warmth of the hug itself.

When they finally pulled apart, Big Red’s eyes lit up as if he had just had an epiphany of sorts. Suddenly he spoke.

“You don’t have to tell me, and I don’t mean to pry. But, did someone at camp catch your eye by chance?” The unexpected question caused Ashlyn’s eyes to widen in surprise, this reaction resulting in Big Red immediately starting to smile from ear to ear. 

“Someone totally did! Ash, that’s amazing.” he exclaims, grabbing Ashlyn’s hand as a gesture of support. She sighs, taking in his reaction to this newly found information. She couldn’t be more grateful that she wasn’t losing his friendship, and that he would still be that beacon of light in her life that he always was. 

“Okay well, I may or may not have made a new friend at camp who just so happens to have wormed their way into my heart just a bit.” She starts, wondering how best to describe Maddox to Big Red. Her feelings were still fairly new, and she didn’t know exactly how to work them out

just yet. But what she did know is that Maddox was someone important to her, someone who had helped her figure these new things out. That’s at least something to think about during this journey she seems to be going on.

After a moment more of thinking, she continues. “Her name is Maddox, and she was nothing but kind to me the entire time I was at camp. I still feel horrible for how I treated her throughout it all, but despite everything she still gave me a chance.” 

Ashlyn’s face begins to heat up, watching Big Red for any slight reaction he might have. She keeps talking.

“She’s funny and observant, and I don’t know. I guess I wish I had a bit more time with her. Maybe these feelings wouldn’t be so complicated then.” She finishes, looking away from him in an attempt to save face. She didn’t notice her heart rate had risen as she spoke, coupled with the nerves that had shown up once again.

“Well, it seems like we both figured something out about ourselves this summer.” He laughs. Hoping to calm her down a bit in the process. He was just happy that she seemed more content with herself, and that she was able to tell him this without worry.

While Ashlyn was beginning to collect  herself, Big Red began forming an idea. An idea that may just help Ashlyn in all the ways she needed in this moment, all that he needed was her approval. “Hey Ash, how do you feel about having a wingman?” Smiling wide at her curious gaze, he begins explaining his plan. -More (hopefully) coming soon- Feelings to be Explored - Chapter 1

[sevicia]

4 AM notes app monster. I have nothing to say for myself except

We are in the basement as usual. She draws her arm back, holds my head in place and punches me, hard. Hard enough to make me dizzy, to make me bleed.

The blood drips slowly onto the white tile floor, each drop's impact seemingly punctuating my ragged breathing. I want to thank her, but I can't get the words out between sobs, so I look up at her instead. The look of pure disdain she gives me drives me crazy; I can't stop shivering, almost whining in eager anticipation for the next hit, and I know she knows this.

I kneel here, beneath her, where I belong, where the entire world makes sense the way it hasn't in too long a time, and here I am filled with the utmost gratitude towards her; I would bow and kiss at her feet if it didn't mean turning away from her gaze.

She raises her open palm, ready to slap me. I cower and I flinch, but the impact never comes; the sting of not being hit hurts worse than any physical violence she could ever gift me. I hear her laugh under her breath, a sound so breathy and soft it makes my pain worth so much more than any pleasure I could selfishly derive from it.

I feel her grip and pull at the back of my hair, dragging me up so she has better access to my face. My mouth falls open as I gasp, the blood I was not allowed to swallow pouring out of it as she shoves her fingers into my mouth and down my throat, feels me gag and drool around them, pulls at my hair so hard I fear she'll truly rip it off this time, only to let go and hook her fingers on the inside of my mouth instead, pulling the corners as far as they'll go so she can fuck my mouth properly.

The stretch is painful, and my throat spasms around her wildly as I fight the instinct to double over and cry out my love for her. I somehow manage to stay in place as she abuses that weak spot on the back of my throat, making my vision blur until I finally vomit onto the floor once she pulls out; all that comes out is a disgusting mixture of bile and blood, forming a dark red pool my face is soon shoved into, and l can't help but smile.

Nothing compares to this feeling of helplessness. This tortured feeling I bring upon myself, this pain I beg for relentlessly, this brutality I can't find anywhere except here, in the palm of her hand, the only place I have ever belonged.

I can only hear my loud gasps and quiet sobs, then the sound of her bare feet as she walks away, upstairs and out the door —I'll have to check her feet for glass shards later, she can be so careless when it comes to herself—, then, as soon as the door clicks shut, I stick out my tongue and start licking and slurping at the pool of my own blood, desperate to get back this demonstration of our love, to absorb it back into my body, and suddenly I think of how I must look from the outside; bent over, still on my knees, face pressed against the cold, dirty floor as I drool and gasp, dripping with sweat, hands firmly clasped behind my back —since I refused to wear restraints—, and I realize it doesn't matter. I understand I look pathetic, pitiful, vulgar and perverted, yet I also understand it doesn't matter, not when this is who I truly am: a selfish man who will do anything, pray and beg any way he must if it means satisfying his own desires.

I seem to have lost track of time as usual, but she always comes back quickly anyways. I sit up and straighten my back as soon as I hear her coming downstairs, and even though my vision is still slightly blurry from both swelling and tears, I can see her face clear as day. Her hypnotic eyes; her twisted grin and permanent dark circles; the beautiful face that haunts my dreams and blesses my nightmares.

"You drooled all over yourself again", she says, making my face burn and my stomach turn with joy; she teases me lightly now, though we both know I can take more.

My mind fogs over as I feel her hands on me once again, now so gentle I almost want to cry. This turmoil I feel is not born of her violence: I have simply gone too long without this, my entire, miserable life in which I have known nothing but bitter apathy I have longed for this. This bliss, unachievable without violence, this bliss I feel as my blood, drool and tears run down my face; nothing compares to the ecstasy of feeling your devotion drip down your chin, of knowing you're exactly where you've always meant to be.

[5iyoomi]

☆ ❝ Just like that... ❞

➵ Synopsis: your boyfriends wanna try something new

Pairing: Ushijima x fem!Reader x Tendou Warnings: smut, threesome, polyamory, slight dumbification, light choking, a bit of degradation (but not really), spit play, spanking, double penetration in one hole, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, one use of the word 'seed' which I apologize for, aftercare if you squint it's just not like,,, explicitly written Word Count: 1.3k A/N: FIRST OFFICIAL POST ON HERE idk how you guys do it.... this is pretty short but I HAD to get it out of my system, hopefully it's not too bad

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI

You’re starting to regret going along with Tendou’s little ‘idea’.

You don’t know why you said yes in the first place, anyways. You’re used to his antics at this point, whether he’s roping you and Ushijima into impromptu dates or waking you up in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep, you weren’t entirely surprised by your boyfriend’s sporadicness anymore.

But him having free reign meant that he was always coming up with something to push your buttons, somehow managing to coax Ushijima into doing just what he wanted.

I wanna try something new, or a I’m just trying to spice things up, sweetheart. You honestly can’t remember the last time things didn’t go his way.

It’s how you end up sandwiched between them, back flush against Ushijima’s bare chest with Tendou standing in between your legs.

The redhead grabs ahold of one of your plush thighs, tracing comforting circles into your skin before the tip of his dick slowly starts pressing into your abused hole.

“Tori-” you whimper, long nails digging into his forearms. You’re sure you’ll leave marks that’ll last for days, not that he cares.

It hurts, your cunt already stretched obscenely around Ushijima’s cock and your brain turning to mush.

You can hardly think past the searing pain that forms a pit in your stomach, and it’s only made worse (better?) once Tendou snakes a hand down to toy with your swollen clit.

“Shhh, be a good girl for us,” Tendou coos, sweet words the complete opposite of how rough he’s being with you. He kisses your cheek, lips trailing down until he can nibble at the center of your throat, targeting the areas he knows you’re sensitive.

You unconsciously lean your head back to give him more room, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you think you might draw blood, and he giggles.

Ushijima’s arms are cupped under your knees, holding you up from behind while Tendou works himself inside of you. It gives Tendou the perfect view, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of your face twisting and contorting in a mix of pleasure and pain.

You were wet enough that it didn’t take much for Tendou to bottom out, their lengths kissing your cervix and grinding up against that spot that made you see stars.

Nothing’s stopping the high-pitched moans and whines that tumble from your lips once they start fucking you, hardly giving you the chance to adjust to the sensation.

They’re ruthless, Tendou more so than Ushijima, molding your insides into the shape of their cocks and grabbing at any exposed skin like they might die if they don’t have their hands on you.

Each thrust has your back arching like a bow, tits bouncing and lashes fluttering. They can’t get enough of how responsive you are, bones turning to jelly as you melt beneath their fingers.

“Open up f’me,” Tendou says, voice cutting through the fog swirling around in your head. You don’t hear him at first, ecstatic tears beading the corners of your eyes.

He lightly grips your chin between his thumb and pointer fingers, drawing out of you before slamming back in, really letting you feel how full the two of them are stuffing you.

He’s not asking, either, he’s telling, and it’s that realization that has you slackening your jaw before you can think any better of it, trembling when he spits in your open mouth.

Tendou’s fingers hold you open, his tongue lolling out as he watches his saliva drip down and mix with yours.

He’s nasty about it, thin fingers tweaking your perk nipples before they come to rest on your neck. He squeezes, tight enough that Ushijima’s breath wavers when you clench hard around their thick cocks.

He doesn’t even need to say it for you to hear the slut that’s written clear as day in his expression. “And don’t swallow til’ I tell you to.”

You hiccuped, nodding so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. You can feel that familiar band of pleasure ready to snap, hot and heady, their balls feverishly slapping against you and hips rubbing your clit.

You reach a hand back to thread your fingers through Ushijima’s hair, using him to ground yourself with a tiny tug to his dark locks.

He grunts, quiet, but his tell that he was enjoying this just as much as Tendou were the wet kisses he littered on the nape of your neck, heavy breaths tickling your ear and low pants of your name sending shivers up your spine.

You swallow when Tendou finally mutters the command, his face mere inches away from yours. He never bridges the gap, though, laughing and moving away when you try to lean forward to steal a kiss from him. Asshole.

“C-can’t- mmh, Toshiii~,” you babbled, drool dribbling down the side of your mouth. You try to warn them that you’re close, but you can’t get the words out.

They make it hard to speak, stealing the air right from your lungs again and again. You’d be mad if you had half the mind to worry about anything but the way they manhandle you.

“Yeah?” Ushijima asks, breathless, kneading one of your breasts. You nod, tongue feeling too heavy for your mouth.

You’re engulfed in both of them, eyes rolled back in your skull. It’s overwhelming and yet not enough at the same time, your body calling out for them.

Always putty once they touch you, giving them the control they so desperately need. You’re the one lock they have the key to, frames fitting together perfectly like the last pieces of a puzzle.

Tendou swears up and down you were made for each other. You were inclined to believe him.

Tendou parts your folds, honed in on how their cocks disappear in your tight warmth. Your velvety walls suck them in, your legs shaking and toes curling.

“Our poor, dumb baby can’t even talk, Toshi.” He teases, scarlet eyes glazed over with lust. He’s got an iron grip on Ushijima, too, evident by how fast the taller man’s heart beats behind you.

“Satori,” you brush your nose against his jaw, keening at a particularly hard thrust. You can’t be bothered to care about how pathetic you sound, reduced to begging since he won’t just give it to you. “Please kiss me, pleasepleaseplease-”

Tendou grins. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, gonna give you what you need,” he says, lips melding with yours. He nips at your bottom one, licking into your mouth and deepening the kiss. You follow his lead, more than happy to lose yourself in him for a while.

Their thrusts get sloppier, and you can tell they’re close. A loud smack! against your ass reverberates in the room, the sting pulling a squeak out of you.

That paired with the fingers that are back on your throbbing bundle of nerves sends you over the edge.

You cry out, your wails swallowed up by Tendou’s mouth as you suddenly reach your high. All you see is white, trembling while your pussy spasms and completely soaks both your inner thighs and Tendou’s lower waist.

You’re freely crying now, salty tears caking your cheeks. Ushijima wipes them away, roughly biting your shoulder to stifle his own noises. They pump you full of their seed, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging theirs.

Tendou pecks the corner of your mouth once he pulls away, a string of saliva following him. They gingerly pull out their softening cocks, careful not to hurt you, helping you stand on your feet while their cum drips out of you.

You feel syrupy, your body sated and ears full of cotton. Ushijima catches you when you nearly topple over, and Tendou chuckles lightly, holding a hand out for you to hold onto.

“You did so well for us, baby. Let’s go get you a bath running, hm?”

[cheswirls]

ace enters their shared dorm room and instantly kicks off his shoes. he groans, shoulders slouching, as sabo closes the door behind them both. then he beelines for the bed on the right side of the room and flops onto the sheets face-first.

sabo pauses from removing his own shoes to frown over at ace's prone form. "i know you're tired, but really, ace? you'll get it all dirty."

ace turns his head so he's not muffled by a pillow. "i hurt all over!" he whines, stiffly stretching a sore arm to further his case. "we can do laundry later. let me lie here in misery for just a little while."

knowing a lost cause when he sees one, sabo sighs and chooses to quit while he's ahead. not that he can't understand how ace feels. they both had been worked to the bone, and he's feeling a little dead on his feet himself.

ace's eyes peel open as his side is nudged. "move over," he hears sabo say, so he follows instructions and flops over onto his back, nearly touching the wall now.

not that he minds. it gives him a great view of sabo stripping his shirt off, one knee already propped up on the corner of the mattress. "whoa," he mumbles, mouth suddenly full of cotton. "what's the occasion?"

sabo throws him an exasperated look. "none of that. it's hot enough as is, alright? i don't want your body heat bonding my shirt permanently to my skin."

"would it kill you to be a little nice today?" ace grumbles while sabo throws himself down right beside him.

sabo picks up ace's arm and starts carefully running his palm down the length of it. "i can be nice. want a massage?"

"mmm." ace shrugs off the hold and rolls over so he's half-lying on top of sabo. "give it a couple hours. once i'm awake, you can touch me as much as you want."

sabo has no immediate reply to this, but it doesn't matter. ace has already drifted off.

-

"you want me to wash the sheets?"

ace frowns and glances over to the crumpled mess that is the bed on the other side of the room. he has sabo sitting at the edge of the clean bed, the one on the left side of the room. his hand adjusts the towel he's using to dry sabo's hair as sabo tilts his head to glance back at him.

"yeah? you're the one who got them dirty."

"hey, now. it's not like i didn't have help."

"well." sabo turns his face away again, hiding his expression from view. "i didn't say it would be without recompense. i'll do your laundry tonight, okay?"

this time, ace's hands stop moving. "because?"

"i want to." sabo sniffs. "what, i can't do something nice?"

"you can, but you rarely do," ace says, wry. "in that case, i can do yours and the bedspread all in one load. that sound fair?"

oh god, we've really devolved into that kind of couple, sabo realizes dourly. "i suppose. oh, but let me grab one thing."

he escapes ace's reach before ace can fully process it. all he can do is lean back on the bed, damp towel in hand, and watch sabo sift through his laundry hamper until he pulls out a familiar jacket.

"i'll wash this with yours," sabo announces, unceremoniously dropping the article of clothing onto the top of ace's pile.

ace's lips quirk up. "isn't that–"

"the same thing you spilled hot sauce on yesterday morning? yes, it is." sabo stands there with his arms crossed, and even without words, ace would know he's in trouble just by looking at sabo's face. "at least this way, if the stain ends up spreading, it won't be my clothes that get ruined."

"message received," ace mumbles, pushing to his feet himself. "i'll strip the sheets right now, so please gather everything else we need."

sabo starts to huff at being (even if it is rather politely) ordered around, but as if sensing this is coming, ace tosses the towel high over sabo's head. it hits its mark and drapes down to cover sabo's face, and ace starts snickering as sabo's huffs devolve into indignant mutters.

-

"why would you evolve your seadra?" ace murmurs into sabo's ear. he slumps over onto sabo's shoulder so they're leaned against the same running machine, eyes lazily attuned to sabo's nintendo screen. "now it's weak to ice types. shouldn't you be trimming back your disadvantages?"

"it's a strategy," sabo reveals. "and she's not weak to ice because of the primary water type. but!" he grins and shuffles the newly-evolved kingdra to the top of the lineup. "now that she's part dragon type, there's no grass or electric weakness."

"oh." ace lifts his gaze from the game to watch sabo's reflection in the glass pane in front of them. well, as long as he's excited. ace will take this sabo any day over the one who'd spend the next hour and a half lecturing him over the day's mistakes he'd made during training. "what's so special about those two?" he asks, humoring sabo if only to get some entertainment out of the whole thing for himself.

"dahlia's gold print team has a zapdos." sabo taps the top screen with his thumb as his next opponent walks in. "and all three have their speed maxed. but kingdra gains the swift swim ability after evolving, meaning if it rains during the battle, her speed is doubled."

ace hums like he gets it, even if most of this is passing over his head. "you have a move that causes rain?"

"no, i traded it for icy wind because it has a chance to reduce an opponent's speed. that's insurance in case the rain makes our speed equal."

an ice move to deal with zapdos and . . . a togekiss, he sees, when the opponent's team is displayed on the other side of the game board. another pokemon ace has forgotten the name of is there, but by the colors he can guess it's a fire type. "then where's the rain coming from?"

"here." sabo gestures to the one grey tile on the game board. "if i can land on that, the battle will be in heavy rain until the end. much better than a rain dance that only lasts five turns. uhm." he swallows rough. "not that i expect it to last that long. but, y'know, insurance and all."

"as long as you're confident," ace muses. he bends more so his knees knock against sabo's. "i thought this challenge was about luck."

"you can leave it to luck," sabo agrees. "i just happen to be rather good at this."

as he says it, he taps the screen so the flashing icon stops on the exact tile he wanted. ace's brows raise, making sabo's grin grow wider as he sees such through the reflection off the console's top screen.

ace props his chin up on sabo's shoulder as the battle starts. "remind me to take you gambling sometime," he whispers. "you'd be amazing at roulette."

sabo hums, lips lilting along with his voice. "where? it's not like casinos are legal here. and we're busy enough when we are overseas."

"the season isn't year-round," ace argues, keeping his voice light. "we'll have time to go on a trip eventually. don't talk as if it's an impossible thing!"

sabo sweeps dahlia's starting pokemon and opens his mouth to laugh. "then take me to thailand. but before you focus on the future, you should probably put all your effort into improving yourself during practice. you had–"

many errors, ace knows he wants to say, but the washer chiming from above claims all his attention, and he pushes to his feet. "that's both of them! do you want me to get–?"

sabo is already sliding the nintendo into the deep pocket of his hoodie. he shakes his head and raises a hand so ace can help pull him up. "i said i would do your laundry, so let me dry and fold them, okay?"

he says this quite cheekily, then digs in the washing machine for his one lone shirt and tosses it over to ace. "but you can take care of that for me."

"god, how could i forget?" ace groans. "please tell me–"

"i washed it all on a gentle cycle, so yes, your clothes are fine." sabo, a bit miffed, closes the washing machine lid perhaps a touch too harsh. ace pretends not to notice.

they settle down again against two rumbling dryers. sabo opens his nintendo back up and ace watches him defeat the frontier brain with ease.

-

ace had brought an assortment of hangers, knowing sabo took up most of the space in their shared closet because of his preference to hang clothes. ace is careful to shake out each article of clothing before placing them one by one neatly on a hanger, but instead of using both of his arms as a coat rack, he lies all of them over the empty hamper so they're mostly flat. then he gets to work on fiddling with the bedding, which doesn't take long.

in contrast, sabo takes his time to fold all of ace's clothes until his satisfaction is met. this means doing each item with care. even the socks.

so.

it takes . . . a while.

but sabo has a smile on his face, and he seems happy to be doing the work, so ace leaves him be. he passes the time on his phone, screen tilted so sabo can't see him browsing search results for a certain vacation destination.

he smiles almost as big as sabo when his research yields something. his eyes narrow. "you ass."

sabo's hands pause, but the smile remains frozen on his face. "insulting me? i can still knock all of this to the floor if you'd prefer to do it yourself."

"that would defeat the purpose of washing it," ace mutters. then, louder, "you absolutely knew thailand had gambling outlawed when you suggested it."

"did i?" his smile grows. "funny, that you're giving attention to this when you couldn't even make it through today's practice without collapsing afterwards."

"don't act like you didn't fall asleep too!"

"and how would you know that? maybe i stayed awake to watch you."

"i had to wake you up!" ace argues. "you were so out of it that you drooled all over my hair."

the smile slips; sabo's lips purse. "lying is a bad habit."

"so is denying the truth."

"oh! look at that!" sabo drops a neatly-folded stack of clothes into ace's hamper, then claps his hands together. "all done. shall we go? here, i'll take this out of your way."

sabo snatches his own laundry basket before ace can get his hands on it again. then he pats gently on the top of the folded sheets, gives ace a (mostly fake) modest smile, and spins on his heels to swiftly exit the room.

it's all ace can do to grab his own shit and hurry to catch up.

but, well, that happens to be their life in a nutshell.

season preparation.

(they live in the athlete dorm during season preparation)

[aijlin]

Succubus ♠︎ Smut

— Characters ; Albedo, Kazuha, Synopsis ; You're a succubus demon, who feeds off of pleasure. Tags & TWS : Dub-con (not the same as non-con), demon!reader, female reader, sub!character, DOM reader. LMK if I missed anything!

A/N - Part 2 of Succubus!reader, part 1 here. Sorry for leaving out thoma <3 MINORS DNI

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Albedo ;

You were searching in the terrain of Dragonspine for food

You kept feeling eyes on you the whole time. Only when you saw a glimpse of his hair, you knew.

You walked over to him. He showed no fear, and stood there watching as you get closer.

"Now now, may I ask why you have tracking me?" "You are an interesting specimen, what can you do?" Your eyes widened due to shock. There was no sign of you being a demon anywhere, yet he saw right through you. "Interesting question, I'll demonstrate"

You grabbed his arms and slammed him against the smooth mountain walls. You gave him a sloppy kiss. Then making him sit down, you ripped apart his garments.

You attacked his size with your mouth. Your lips hugged him with warmth. He was a good size. You bobbed your head on him, and massaged the rest that couldn't fit. ~ "Mmph- you're pretty g-good for a demo-Aah~"

"Of course, I'm a succubus anyways"

You toyed with his body. Dragging your tongue over his slit. He felt a shiver down his spine. Then sucking on his length.

"I'm going to have such a fun time with you <3"

"aaAAH~"

You repeated the same process of sucking him at an inhumane speed. Making him release a symphony of sounds. One last lick and he shot his cum in your mouth.

Kazuha ;

You disguised yourself as a crew member on Beidou's ship. You were there for a while, but you were getting hungry.

No one was suspicious of you, heck, it looked that someone had a little crush

It seemed that, that person was walking straight into your trap.

"Kazuha! Hello! How are you?" "Pretty good.."

You could detect the tent in his pants. Oh finally, a meal. You and kazuha started a conversation while walking around the ship. You teased him a little bit each time.

His erection was getting so bad it hurt, and after some thought, he decided to confess.

"Y/n, I like you and I want to be with you. I also want to ask for a favor, if you have noticed ..."

You had a smile grow on your face. Then grabbed his hand and led him to a private room. You decided to quit your act.

"Ah kazuha, my beloved. I'm not who you think I am~"

Realization hit him but he couldn't do anything about it as you were too close.

He was cornered, so he might as well give in. His erection wouldn't go away, even if you were such a creature.

You got in a lotus position with him, and started riding him. He thrusted up each time you slammed yourself down on him.

He length stretching you, and hitting that spongy spot in your hole.

You both were having so much pleasure. Then a knot started forming in your stomach. As you continued, the knot got bigger. One final thrust with kazuha and you orgasmed all over his size.

While he filled your walls with his cum. You hadn't felt this in so long. It felt way too good. You wanted more, so you kept going.

Overstimulating him beyond his climax. He let out a low growl, which then turned on a switch.

"Oh you're so good, I'm going feral~"

[poursomesunaonme]

hi <3 could you please do levi 4 + 31? thank you!

this singlehandedly revived my affection for levi christ alsdkfjasodifjasdf

wc: 552

cw: nsfw (minors dni, 18+ only), fingering, mirror sex, physical restraints (just legs), teasing, breast play, use of “princess”

you wish your reflection didn’t look so helpless.  levi’s legs sit atop your spread ones, rendering you immobile.  your hands rest atop his thighs, trembling slightly in anticipation for what your man has planned.

his lips ghost along your shoulders as his cat-like eyes flicker up to view your reflection in the mirror he set up for the occasion.  the tickling sensation earns a shudder that shouldn’t have been so violent, but you’re so high strung that you can barely contain any reaction from your nerves being stimulated.

“so sensitive already?” he teases, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your neck.  you sigh, recoiling into his chest.  “guess i shouldn’t hold out on you too much then, eh?”

you merely grunt in agreement, watching as his hands rise to cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples until they harden into peaks.  you shrink into him, closing your eyes so that you don’t have to watch as you fall apart under the barest forms of attention.

“oi,” he mutters, “open your eyes and watch.”

“but levi-”

“i said watch.”

your eyelids flutter in time to watch his hand drift down your torso, fingers trailing down your abdomen.  your stomach twinges in response to the light touches, earning a breath laugh against the back of your neck.  everything is so soft that it hurts, but you know your man better than to assume that it would stay that way for long.  

he rolls a nipple between his finger and thumb while he spreads your folds, revealing your glistening cunt.  he knows that he’ll embarrass you more if he comments on it, so he decides to please you instead.

resting his chin on your shoulder, he gathers an ample amount of juice from your entrance, spreading it across your clit before bringing two fingers up to your lips.

“open up,” he commands.  your sweetness bursts across your taste buds as your cheeks hollow out, tongue slavering enough spit to make the stretch a little more bearable.  

toying with your clit, his thighs flex in response to your legs attempting to close.  his breathy laugh ghosts along your collarbone, and you’re tempted to shut your eyes again.  the sight of your face contorting with just one finger sliding in is enough to make you want to drop off the face of the earth.

levi, however, watches with a carnal stare.  his palm flexes against your clit, allowing enough stimulation to have you dripping on his fingers.  when your eyes close after he slips in another finger, he tweaks your nipple.

“look how beautiful you are, princess.”  his voice is low, soft, when he picks up his head to plant kisses on your neck once more.  “look at you taking my fingers so well.”

heat spreads under your cheeks as you bring your eyes to your reflection once more.  the corners of levi’s mouth turn into a gentle smile.  a pink blush begins to spread across his cheeks and you start to feel him pressing into your lower back.

at your man’s encouragement, you start to appreciate your reflection, how your brows furrow, how your lips open to allow the moans to filter through.  before you know it, levi’s worked you to the precipice.

“lemme see how pretty you look when you cum on my fingers.”

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[thebangtancloud]

You get into a dangerous situation after a serious argument ~ Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Death?

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"Jin, please," you sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted to the point where your shoulders drooped heavily, leaning forward to rest your hands against the back of the couch. "She just fell asleep, let's drop it." Jin stood across from you, a frown on his face and his chest rising with pent-up anger. "Okay," he decided, his voice much softer now compared to the long stretches of yells he had been at for the past fifteen minutes. "Only if you agree to stop nagging me."

Your eyes fell shut at his words, shaking your head. "I wasn't nagging you, Jin. I only asked you to be careful."

"You-" he stopped momentarily, throwing a glance to his daughter's room before continuing, his finger pointed straight at your face. "You began this argument, you were the one who stepped on the Lego, and you shouldn't take your anger out on me."

"What?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Anger?"

He nodded, straightening up and folding his arms across his chest.

"What anger?" you asked lamely, taken aback at yet another word he brought up in the fight.

"First off, it's not my fault that you didn't see the Legos on the floor. You got hurt by it and you're blaming me-"

"Because you forgot to put them back," you intervened, raising an eyebrow at him because you knew you were right.

"Is that why you didn't even give me a second to spare before you came onto me? I understand you're tired, but I'm tired too. It's not a pleasant feeling to have you ask me about something that I can't even remember doing as soon as I step foot into my house, (Y/n)."

Your mouth fell open, blinking rapidly as you took desperate steps towards him to clear a misunderstanding. "I didn't start this because you forgot to put back the Legos, Jin. I simply asked you to remember to put them back the next time you have the boys over, because our daughter isn't old enough to understand what is not meant to be eaten, and you know that. She eats anything and everything she sees, and the last thing we need is for us to rush her to the hospital because she choked on a block of Lego that you left out in the open."

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm not a good father?" he narrowed his eyes at you who was now standing in front of him, your words uttered in hushed whispers in fear of waking her up. You blinked in disbelief, forming a fist to punch at his arm. "That is not what I said."

"Seems like you're trying to point out my mistakes when it comes to our child. Do you need me to remind you that your slate isn't clean either?" He gave you a pointed look.

"What the hell Jin?" you frowned, feeling cornered by his words. "I am not trying to point out your mistakes, neither am I trying to tell you that you're not a good father. You're the best father my baby could have and you know that."

"Then just forget it! Okay, I made a mistake, I forgot to put the Legos back in place because we went back to the kitchen to eat dinner and I went to sleep right after. And were you satisfied with my explanation? Nooo," he stretched out the word, his eyes widening animatedly as he tried to get his point across to you.

"You just have to go on about me being careless and you stepping on it and hurting your leg, and how I didn't clear up the dishes last night, which just so happens to be the only day I left the kitchen in a mess before I went to bed, and you know that."

You rubbed your forehead, a heavy sigh escaping your mouth. "Why are you overreacting?"

"I could ask you the same thing, lady," he smiled at you, but it wasn't genuine. He was taunting you with it and you knew that. "Jin..." you began, but he shook his head.

"You don't get to dump all of this over my head the moment I enter the house after I've worked the whole day. You don't know how irritating that is, and as much as I hate to admit it, you are getting on my nerves." He shook his head, moving forward to walk past you and take a seat on the couch with a loud huff.

"And what do you think I've been doing the whole day? Hatching eggs?"

"(Y/n)," he turned to look at you, but his eyes were closing in frustration. "You should leave this, you're the one who's dragging this on."

Your hands raised to rest against your hip, a firm nod following. "Okay, I am dragging this on. But I need a solution to this. You get worked up when I tell you to do one thing, and I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut every time you throw your shit on me?"

His eyes opened, staring at you in bewilderment, "When do I ever throw my shit on you?"

You laughed, walking towards him and also taking a seat, his body turning to face you. "Why do you question me when there is no water in the fridge? When you're the only one who drinks cold water in this house?"

Jin scoffed, throwing his head back in anger as his jaw clenched, thinking back to the argument you had just yesterday over such a tiny matter. "Why are you bringing this up?"

"Oh- I have more. What about the time I had to take an unplanned leave from work to stay back with our daughter, only because you got so drunk that you literally spent the night at Yoongi's place without telling me anything?"

"(Y/n)," his voice lowered, warning you not to push it any further.

"What? Can't take it when I show you a mirror?" You snapped, shoving a finger in the direction of your daughter's room. "That little girl is only 2, and you expect me to single-handedly take care of her? Is this the whole point of parenthood? Of marriage?"

His eyes flickered to the door that you pointed to, then back to yours, hurt flashing across his expression. "You're talking as if I'm not present."

"That's because you're not, Jin," you sighed, reaching forward to gently take his hand in yours. "She sees lesser of you every day, and it's not easy for me to keep defending you when she asks for her daddy. I can't keep telling her that you love her to no end and that she's the apple of your eye, because you're never around for her to feel that."

"But I do love her," he whispered, his eyes glossing over with tears, "I love her more than anything in this world."

You smiled sadly at him, squeezing his hand, "Then make time for her, I'm not asking you for much, she's your daughter."

"Who do you think I'm working so hard for? It's for her, for you, so that she can be proud to know that if she ever needs something, her daddy can get it for her in the blink of an eye."

"But she needs you, Jin," you pressed, "She's not at the age to want extraordinary things, she just needs her father to be with her, to throw her up into the air, to carry her around the world on your hip, to sing her to sleep. She needs you, and you're not there."

"You're being unfair," he murmured, slipping his hand out of your grasp to run it through his hair. "I am trying my best, but it's not possible for me to be there all the time, given the job that I have. Plus, in a few years, she won't even remember if I was there to put her to sleep or not, she's only a baby."

You looked at him, stunned at his reply. "You don't think your presence or absence plays an important role in these years of her life?"

"She's only a toddler, (Y/n)," he tried to explain, but you held up a hand to stop him.

"Then why did you get so upset when she called out to Namjoon as her daddy? Why? He works the same job as you do, yet his presence is more evident in her life than yours."

You watched as his jaw clenched at the memory, his eyes narrowing as he snapped his head to yours. "Are you so desperate to have the upper hand in this argument that you stoop so low? Did you really have to remind me of something that had hurt me so bad?"

"Jin," you shook your head, but he stood up abruptly, silencing you with a firm hand in front of your face. "Stop."

You stood up too, but you were soon greeted with an accusing finger that was raised to the level of your eyes. "You know what? This is the reason why I stay out later than I should. You, you are the reason. We never had these issues before she was born, but now you're using her as an excuse to blame me for things that you've never had the nerve to confront me about."

Your eyes widened, holding his finger to lower it, "Using her?" you whispered in shock, unable to believe that these words were coming from your own husband.

He nodded, turning away and walking back towards the front door which he walked through just twenty minutes ago. "Whatever shit you're trying to accuse me of, you're to blame too. It's not the easiest thing to be married, to have a child, and sometimes it makes me wonder if I-" Jin stopped himself, his fingers pausing its movements over the back of his shoe that he was trying to pull on, his eyes flitting up to meet yours.

"If you what?" you probed, your heart beginning to race in anticipated pain. "Why did you stop?"

He turned away, slipping on his shoes and reaching for his coat and keys that were dangling next to the door. You walked up to him, grabbing him by his arm as he reached for the handle of the door. "If you what? Finish what you were trying to say," you urged him.

He scoffed, his head falling back in frustration, his patience wearing thin by the second. With a solid glare, he threw his coat over his shoulder, pushing you aside by your shoulder to open the door. "Tell me," you repeated again, "Are you trying to run away from confronting me about something?"

He paused again, only this time to face you completely.

"I wonder if I made a mistake in choosing you as my life partner."

With that, he was out the door, making sure to slam it shut. You stood frozen by the door, your eyes trained on the spot he was standing just a moment ago, the gust of wind from the closing of the door knocking the air out of you. Maybe it would've been better if you had just let him leave without asking him to complete his sentence, then you wouldn't have been so crushed.

Your daze was one of the many reasons why your responses were delayed to the shrill cry that came from the room, your head turning slowly as you tried to blink away the pain. Three hours of endless stories that made no sense, songs with your made-up lyrics about unicorns and turtles that you sang off-tune, patting and cooing her patiently until her eyes drooped, all went down the drain. Now how were you supposed to muster up enough energy to do the same thing again, after being broken by the one man who was your very source of strength?

~

"Hyung, slow down," Yoongi gripped the bar above his head, eyes panicked and form tensed as he glanced over at Jin. "You're going too fast, we're in a residential complex."

Jin stayed silent, his jaw clenching as he replayed your words over and over again. Even as he slowed his speed, much to Yoongi's relief, Jin felt like he was trapped in a box with no air to breathe. He just couldn't believe that you brought up the one thing that he made you promise never to speak of again, and it drove him way past his limits. Even though his sane mind tried to reason out with him and make him realize that in no way was it right for him to speak to you the way he did, all he could focus on was the sound of his little girl giggling as she stretched out her arms towards Namjoon, addressing him with the one word that was only reserved for him.

That was possibly the worst day of his life, and to be reminded of it was just as painful as experiencing it that day. Even as he let out a breath, even as he stopped the car by the side of the road because he could no longer see it through the tears that were pooling in his eyes, Jin felt so rotten.

Somewhere within him, he wished he hadn't told you what he did, especially before he left the house. There was no doubt that he didn't mean it, choosing you, marrying you, having a daughter with you, had been and will always be the essence of his life. Yet, something made him want to hurt you just as much as you hurt him. And even as Yoongi wordlessly patted Jin's back, he had no idea what to do next. How could he face you? Would it be possible to sit down and talk it out? Would he be able to apologize for what he said and also express that your words had hurt him too?

Maybe he could.

Or maybe not.

Because the moment he saw your name flash across the screen in his car, his blood ran cold. Yoongi sat confused, wondering why Jin wasn't answering, however, all Jin could think of was that you never call him first. Never.

Through all the years he'd been with you, after countless fights and arguments, you had never been the one to initiate a conversation after a fight.

It was something that he took pride in, something that gave him enough time to come up with something incredibly cheesy and lame that made you giggle even though you tried your hardest not to, eventually letting him hold you to him.

But what was this?

Why were you calling him not even an hour after he left?

"Why aren't you answering it?" Yoongi asked, waving a hand in front of Jin who looked like he had just seen a ghost in daylight. "Hyung?"

"Hm?" Jin didn't even understand what Yoongi was speaking, his thumb subconsciously running over the band that sat on his ring finger.

Yoongi frowned, deciding that he had heard enough of the annoying ring of the Bluetooth speakers, reaching forward to answer the call. Jin blinked in panic, his fingers clenching as he tried to quickly come up with an apology, but both the men found themselves frowning at the sound of crackling, leaning forward to hear better.

"-house Jin!" your voice finally rang through the car.

"What?" Jin asked you, yet all he could hear was the sound of things shuffling. "Can you hear me?"

"Jin we-" He held his breath, "-fire!" your voice suddenly boomed through the speakers, the sound of your daughter screaming in the background becoming loud and evident as Jin fumbled to turn off the Bluetooth and hold his phone to his ear. Yoongi got out of the car in an instant, running over to Jin's side, only to push him all the way across onto the passenger seat of the car, taking over the wheel as Jin tried to desperately get a response from you.

"(Y/n)! Can you hear me? Where are you?" he rushed, his legs beginning to tremble in fear when he could no longer hear your voice.

"Go home, right now!" He yelled at Yoongi who was already driving straight to your house, a deep frown on his face as his knee bounced in worry. With one hand, he pulled out his phone to call for help, knowing that Jin wasn't in his senses to think straight.

"Oh God," Jin whispered, looking down at his lock screen to see his two precious girls, grinning at the camera with the giddiest smiles on your faces, his daughter's eyes twinkling with joy as she gripped onto your hair, the two of you looking the happiest you had ever been. Jin's heart burned, looking out the window aimlessly as he clutched his phone to his chest, his fingers shaking with dread.

"Please be safe, I'm coming. I'm coming home."

~

Jin was so shocked that he actually stopped moving, at all. He somehow managed to get out of the car, but he stayed there, his glassy eyes reflecting the angry yellow flames that had now devoured the entire ground floor of his house. He watched it as if it was a scene from a movie, his feet, and hands cold as ice in comparison to the burning fire that was now making its way up to the top of the house. The top floor of the house.

His daughter's room.

If there was something that could snap him out of the horror-stricken state that he was in, it was the sight of you. Jin visibly shivered when he saw a hand opening the window to his daughter's room, your head popping out with your daughter firmly held to your chest, her wails loud and piercing even through the loud roar of the fire.

People were gathering and there was a fire truck pulling in just as Jin took his first blind step towards you, wishing that his arms that were stretching out would magically reach you and bring you out to safety. Yoongi was now standing right below the window, eyes squinted as angry bursts of smoke hit his face, his arms reaching up just as you were carefully lowering your daughter down with a blanket that was wrapped around her.

"(Y/n)," Jin looked up, his eyes momentarily falling on his daughter who was now almost in Yoongi's arms, looking back up to see your face scrunch up in pain, your arms trembling as you leaned over the window until she was in the safety of Yoongi's arms. Within an instant, both Jin and Yoongi, who now held her to his shoulder and pulled off the blanket, were pulled violently by a few people dressed in orange suits, Jin's arms reaching out only to see you turn back and run into the room.

"Wait wait, what is she doing? (Y/N)!" Jin suddenly yelled, his eyes widening as he finally understood the seriousness of the situation. He struggled to free himself from the man who was holding him back, his words of instruction a simple buzz in the background as all Jin could focus on was that you were not jumping off of the window too. Why did you go back in when the house was literally on fire?

"DADDY!" Jin turned at the sound of a shriek to see his little girl with Yoongi, the side of her face black and visible streaks of tears traveling down her chubby cheeks, one arm outstretched as she called out to him while the other clutched at Yoongi's collar.

"Go, the team will get your wife out," the man who was holding him back encouraged him, Jin looking back to the room as his heart dropped, tears falling from his eyes when he still could not see you. He watched for a moment as a few people rushed in, the hose on the truck now spraying powerful jets of water over the walls and through the windows. Jin cried, his legs wiggling like jelly as he walked back to Yoongi, pulling his daughter into his arms and burying her face into his neck, patting her back to calm her even though loud sobs were racking through his own chest.

Jin dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving the burning house in front of him, a house that the two of you built from scratch, looking frantically between the window and the door, hoping desperately that he would just see you once more to settle the erratic thump of his heart. With each cry that came from his daughter, Jin cried twice as much, his body bending forward as he shielded his little girl from the scene that was unfolding in front of him.

"(Y/n)," Yoongi suddenly whispered, all eyes now following the two firefighters who were walking out with you in their arms, a thick black blanket covering you completely as they wobbled their way past the front door, making their way to safe ground as they placed you down. An ambulance that Jin had no idea was there notified everyone of its arrival, paramedics rushing towards you as the same two firefighters unwrapped the blanket from around you.

"She's got no pulse!" Jin heard someone yell, his grip on his daughter tightening as he watched someone straddle your stomach immediately, performing CPR on you.

"No," he whispered, plopping onto his butt, eyes only focused on you as you lay on the floor, eyes shut lifelessly as your whole body shook violently with each push against your chest. "Mama?" His little girl turned, pointing a finger in your direction as Jin's face grew pale. "Mama!"

"Come back," He mumbled, eyes not leaving you even once as the man who was performing CPR on you switched with someone else, one of the paramedics holding an Ambu bag over your mouth. Jin froze for a moment along with everyone else as they checked for a pulse, a guttural sob escaping his chest as he bent forward, his heart clenching as they began performing CPR again after declaring that you still had no pulse.

"No, God, please..." Jin begged, not even realizing it when Yoongi had pulled your daughter away from him, falling forward and joining his hands. "Please, God! Don't let anything happen, please," Jin cried, his body shaking with fear of not seeing you again, not holding your hand again, not hearing your laugh, or seeing you smile again.

"Please," he croaked, a hand reaching up to bang at his chest as he began coughing. What if you died thinking that he doubts his love for you as a partner? What if he never got to apologize? How would he raise his daughter without you?

How could he ever live without you?

"Please don't leave me."

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Part 2

I had actually begun working on the Taehyung Version for this series, but I'm not completely satisfied with how it panned out. So here's Jin's version! Which one has been your favorite so far?

[peppy-jester]

At this point Fizz was scared that he had broken Blitzø up even more, flaring up his ptsd for things. That was never his intention. And this is why he really should start thinking twice, hell even thrice if possible. Fizz kept his friend close hoping he would snap out of it. There wasn't much he could say without starting repeat himself at this point. He was scared that Blitzø had gone in bad place of his mind... something that was a thing for even Fizz after waking up in a hospital, not being able to move around, being force fed with lies about Blitzø. The depression was real back then. . . He just wished the other imp would just come back to him.

After a short moment of silence Fizz began tearing up as he thought this horrid moment might have hurt Blitzø even more deep, him suddenly speaking up made the jester blink in confusion. The rush of relief washed over Fizz after hearing Blitzø's voice. A small smile formed on his face as well. Their entwined tails did calm Fizz down a lot, he even could feel their heartbeat. It felt so nice.

Quietly listening Blitzø talk without interrupting him. The smile he had on his face was soon replaced with confused and sad frown. Hallucination? And Robo said what? On what rights was Robo Fizzarolli ever spit that shit at Blitzø's face!? He could feel a strong feeling of anger on the inside. Even when living apart for 15 years where Fizz was angry at Blitzø, he could never bring himself to hate him. Sure there was a moment he forgot he ever loved Blitzø, but it was just buried under all the negative emotions.

Fizz still had his arms wrapped around Blitzø as they backed up a little, now facing the messy face of his friend. It hurt to see him like this. They were both mess at this point. But the small, sad, smile found it's way on Fizz's face as he have few slow nods.

"O-of course I forgive you! I've missed you so much during this 15 years. You always made my day if not because you were the funniest person I ever knew but just being there with me.. sharing all the time we spend together.. not only on stage. Suddenly you not being there. . . it was the worse thing ever. Fuck the fiery explosion, it didn't even hurt as much as us not being a thing no more" Fizz managed to speak up even if it still felt like there was a lump in his throat as he felt like wanting to cry some more. "And don't force yourself with the... love thing. To me it's more important that we are back in good terms. . . a-and like you said 15 years was a long time.... a lot have been happening between the time." he didn't expect Blitzø ever love him back the way Fizz loved him when they were younger. And to be fair it would get even more complicated since Fizz was currently in a relationship with the Sin of Lust. But nonetheless he still felt a lot for Blitzø, even love which he couldn't admit back then or now.. especially not now.

Slowly stretching out his limbs he gently wiped off the tears from the corner of Blitzø's eyes minding not to poke him in the eye or anything. "Wh-what was that about hallucination? And Robo? How do you know him? I mean only if you don't mind telling me. . . " he paused for a moment, reaching to brush his thumb gently against Blitz��'s cheek.

"All I can say that's one huge bs what he said, and I'm sorry he ever opened his mouth."

【𐂃】 flashes of his past flickered like flames, progressively causing his head to throb. Pain surging in waves of fiery aches -- feeling as if he was on the verge of being engulfed by them with how many impacted him. Past resounding words only adding more fuel to the flames.

"Last I check your love life is a pile of shit" "Real or not people love me, does anybody love you?" "you're going to die alone." Everybody else had their turn to pull his chains, to reduce his worth. It was all the fuckin' same-- except none of those demeaning, hurtful, truths hurt more than Fizz's judgements. They were carried out deeply within him, although some weren't real- they still had his voice. Making it seem all the real towards him. Which is what easily triggered Blitzø-- causing him to feel the fires closing in on his disarray of a life.

At one point, growing so tired of running away from it, tempted to let them consume him. End his agony.

Just as he felt the past embers envelop around him-- a sudden warmth pressed against him. Diminishing the hotter flames as it was replaced with a more gentle, warm, hold around him.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry!"

❝ Fizz? ❞ he tried seeing through his watery peripherals. Trying to look at the jester, realizing they were intertwined. In cohesion. Feeling their throbbing hearts pound in unison. Gathering their words as if they were his salvation, his newfound hope.

❝ s...shut up, that's my line. y'know I was never good at words. ❞ he choked, regaining his smile as he reciprocated the nuzzle of their heads. Embracing back with his tail coiled around theirs to ease their shaking as well.

How he wished he could prolong this moment, yet, their words were already everlasting. Saving him from falling into depravity. Erasing any ounce of doubt he had for... all those decades. ❝ Sorry for losing my shit there. Guess... my hallucinations of ya 'n... yer robo version questionin' if anybody loved me... kinda sent me off the rails. ❞ Loosening his hold he backed up his head so he could face him. Eye to eye.

❝ 15 years is a lot of time but... I'm willin' to, y'know, try one of these different forms of love... that y' spoke off. I do forgive y'... if y' can forgive me for bein' a naive clumsy oaf. Also... I'd appreciate not slapping me with a fat subpoena for... that other fire incident. ❞

[pookieace]

includes : fem bodied!reader, soft dom!gojo <3 soft dom!geto <3, they're both kinda service doms too but idk if that came across very well idc fjhdg, no braincells just these two men on the mind :D this is word vomit but oh well i can't stop thinking about this !!! fingering, dp !!! butt plug,, overstimulation. yeah.. i'm done 🧍🏽‍♀️

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

soft dom geto <3 so much praise :( he'd pat your head and wipe away your tears while soft dom gojo fucks your cunt open with his thick fingers for the nth time. gojo grunts, kissing your shoulder gently as he says "gotta get you loosened up, so tight baby. how are i meant to fit in you, hm?"

my god... sloppy noises and sobs just echoing in the room as you cum around his fingers once more. he'd be sooo proud of you. "god baby, so pretty. always such a good listener, aren't you?" geto doesn't miss the way your eyes literally form hearts at the praise. gojo would withdraw his fingers and let geto lick his fingers clean – the sight alone has you clenching your thighs together cause fuck, it's so pretty.

but gojo would be hellbent on making you cum again. his fingers spreading your thighs once more as he brushes the pad of his thumb across your swollen nub. it makes you whimper and you try to shut your legs and push him away but geto holds your legs open <3 "let him have fun baby. remember how we both have to fit? yeah? you've gotta be stretched out." and when you whine and sob to geto about how you're too overstimulated, that it's starting to hurt, he'd hold your chin and place a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth and tell you "it'll be worth it in the end, baby. i promise."

gojo keeps rubbing little circles against your clit as your legs remain open no thanks to geto, all the slick from your pussy gushing to your ass, but it's okay. they want that.

geto wasn't lying when he said it'd be worth it in the end. the second the tips of his fingers carefully pulls out the jewelled plug from your ass, gojo's fingers immediately reach for the bottle of lube. gentle kisses being placed on your thighs help distract you from the slight stretch of three of gojo's fingers deep in you.

and when they bottom out in you? oh my god. gojo takes your pretty pussy. long cock hitting places so deep, and it's already got your brain going fuzzy. you fit so good around him, regardless of how much he's fingered you open, you're still so tight – it's got gojo panting above you, blunt fingernails digging into the skin on your thighs as he tries to calm down.

geto's fat cock takes your ass, and it's so thick. despite the lube, it's still a tight fit. you cry out and hold onto gojo's biceps to find some kind of stability. they'd both be so gentle and so soft as geto's cock pushes deeper and deeper in you. soft grunts in your ear from geto while he sinks deeper. "y-you're going so well, just a lil more, 'kay? we'll make it fit, promise, 's gonna be okay." geto's hands rub come to your upper body, grazing his fingers over your skin as he places kisses to your neck to help you relax for him once he's all in.

gojo can't help but smile. he kisses the tears that are pooled on the edge of your eyes gently. "you're so good for us, y'know that? gonna make our baby feel so good. just relax for us, okay?"

gojo was true to his word. god, did they make you feel so good. you were even tighter once geto's cock filled you right up. it was sinful.

gojo's a little louder than geto, moans and whimpers as he fucks into you. geto's grunts and pants into your ear from below once you've relaxed enough in their hold and they find a pace that's on the brink of rough, but somehow so gentle as they don't want to hurt you.

sighs. i can't keeP GOING MY SANITY IS NOT OKAY. BYE :D

tagging : @honeyspalette <3

[kurosukii]

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your best friend has been dying to know the guy you’ve been fooling around with since your twenty-first birthday; you wish you could tell her, but the mystery man is no other than her father.

genre: smut, age gap, best friend’s dad au

warnings: 18+. DILF KUROO. dubcon, manipulation, slight somnophilia, spanking, pussyjob, alcohol consumption, dumbification, hair pulling, virginity loss (...social construct), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, daddy issues, dirty talk, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, choking, spitting, mating press, clit spanks, begging, fingering, slight exhibitionism, finger sucking, tie kink(?? he makes you wear his tie so...)

word count: 5.2k

author’s note: for @sugawara-sweetheart’s decadence collab! thank you so much for letting me join! shoutout to @stopisa for that ✨lovely✨ dilf convo. (dilf kuroo AAAAAAAAAAAAAA) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @meiansmistress and @ssrated1volleyballplayer for editing and beta reading <33

[12:24 PM]

“come on! you have to tell me who he is!”

you grip the handle of your spoon harder than normal, hoping your best friend doesn’t see your reaction.

you open your mouth to say something, but she cuts you off with a comment that makes shame and embarrassment burn through your body.

“you guys were really loud last night! well, you were. i didn’t hear so much as a peep from your man—well aside from the occasional murmurs, which i’m pretty sure was dirty talk…” she trails off, looking lost in thought.

you squirm and wince at the wet pool between your legs. the wet pool being cum that he told you to keep warm just before he left.

she sees your discomfort and laughs at your predicament, clearly thinking it was the aftermath of a hard night of fucking—it was, but she didn’t need to know about the sticky cum that was still inside your pussy.

“he clearly fucked your brains out! at least one of us is getting dick!” she exclaims, her lips forming into a pout as she takes her finished bowl of ramen to the sink and rinses it with water.

yeah, you are getting dick—not just anyone’s dick, however, because it’s her father’s.

your stomach churns at the thought, not from disgust, but from guilt and shame. you are way past getting disgusted with what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.

not when her father never fails to make you cum at least three times in one night, not when he calls you his good girl and cockslut, and certainly not when you called him over last night because you were so pent up and you needed your daddy’s cock.

last night…

“you’re such a cockslut,” kuroo growled, his balls slapping against your ass as he delivered a hard thrust that had you creaming and moaning all over his cock. you bunched the sheets in your hands, wincing with slight discomfort when he folded your body in half while he pounded relentlessly inside you.

“you should see how dumb you look with your eyes all crossed and teary while your tits are bouncing everywhere.”

you squealed when he roughly flipped you on your stomach, large hands grabbing your hips as he entered you once more. he lifted one hand and slapped your ass in sync with his thrusts.

“so drunk on my cock now, huh? can’t live without it, hm?” kuroo taunted you, one hand squeezing your hip while the other spanked your ass until it was burning with pain. you moaned words incoherently, tongue lolling out as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth.

“daddy! more, please!” you moaned loudly, toes curling from the pleasure.

“you’re brave for calling me over, knowing that only a thin wall is separating you from my daughter’s room,” he hissed, pounding your pussy from behind.

“but i guess that doesn’t matter to you anymore as long as i fill this dirty pussy with my. hot. cum—fuck!” he ended each word with a hard thrust, cursing when your tight cunt clamped down on him.

“faster, daddy! your cock’s filling up my pussy so well—oh my god!” you screamed, partly aware that you shouldn’t scream his name, for fear that your debauchery with your best friend’s father would be revealed too soon.

kuroo indulged you, teeth bared as he pushed your back into a deeper arch, making his cock reach places he hadn’t before. you winced when his large cock teased the entrance of your cervix. it was always a trip taking him—no matter how many times he fucked you, his cock always stretched your pussy wide open.

“w-wait, it h-hurts daddy!” you whined, moving forward to escape the brutal thrusts of his hips so you could adjust your position. he growled in disapproval, tightening his grip on your hips as he roughly pulled you back on his dick.

“take my cock. i know you can do it, whore.” he hissed, moving your body back and forth on his cock like you were a fuckdoll. you moaned from both pain and pleasure as kuroo guided your hips, fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

you cried out when kuroo tugged your hair from its roots, pulling your body upright until your back met his sweaty chest. “yeah that’s a good fucking pussy. come on slut, squeeze daddy’s cock,” he whispered in your ear, teeth biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy i can’t—i’m going to cum!” you squealed, voice cracking as your body started shaking from your fast approaching orgasm.

“i’m going to cum too, baby—and don’t you fucking dare waste my cum,” he growled, wrapping his arms around your body.

you fell forward on your shaking arms, sheets bunched tightly in your fingers as moans and whimpers freely fell from your lips.

“i want it to stay inside your dirty cunt until tomorrow,” he ordered you, reaching for your arms and holding your wrists in one hand, the other slapping your already swollen ass.

you cried out when your face was smothered by the sheets, drool staining the pillow as the headboard continuously thumped against the wall. your body shook with his thrusts, breasts swaying with the movement.

“i want you to look my daughter in the eye and have a normal conversation with her—just like you always do—while you’re thinking about how slutty you are with her father’s cum inside your pussy.”

that was last night. a couple hours ago, if you were to be specific, since kuroo fucked you until you passed out on your bed. you only woke up when your best friend practically broke the door down—bed empty of him, thank god—saying that she made lunch. she looked pretty disheveled herself and she blamed it on your headboard hitting the wall all throughout the night.

you buried your face into the pillow to cover your guilty expression, groaning at the movement because your body was aching all over. she laughed and left you to your own devices, still recovering from him.

he has a crazy appetite for a man his age, to be honest. he may be an older man but he fucks like a teenage boy who recently discovered sex and became hypnotized by the pleasure of it. you lost count of how many times your best friend—his daughter—almost caught you and him fucking around in the apartment, their house, and even his car.

it wasn’t always like this though. there was a time when you only saw him as a fatherly figure and not someone who regularly uses you as a cocksleeve.

maybe it was the way he looked so good with a five-o-clock shadow, or how even with salt and pepper hair, he still acted youthfully. perhaps it was his signature cocky grin that lured your younger and more impressionable self towards him.

in truth, it was your daddy issues that led you to him.

you met your best friend the summer after high school. you bonded quickly over your common interests and quickly learned that it was just her and her dad. she confided in you and told you how lonely he was and she hoped that he would meet a nice and loving woman to take care of him. you comforted her and reassured her that he would meet that woman. if you only knew.

you couldn’t help but admit to yourself how envious you were of her and her father’s relationship, seeing as the one with your own was non-existent. you couldn’t wait to meet him, hoping that he would treat you as his second daughter since your best friend was basically your sister.

she failed to tell you—because why would she?—that her father is an attractive and charming specimen of a man his age. his eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed and his feline eyes would always look at you with warmth and tenderness.

you sigh as you put your chin on your fist, the sounds of dishwashing and humming filling your ears as you play the events that eventually led to your risky love affair with her dad.

you really feel ashamed, but it wasn’t your fault that her dad is so good to you. from the moment you met him, he made you feel so loved and appreciated. it was obviously innocent and familial at first, until it turned to something darker, more carnal.

his glances gradually became lingering and he started giving you sly winks that left you burning with desire. you tried so hard to fight it too, but you were too weak against his sweet talk and honey voice.

it was a year or two later that he finally made a move on you.

you figured that with a job that caused him to be in constant public eye, he would avoid fooling around with girls that were decades younger than him, but even with the heavy implications of a scandal, it still didn’t stop him from devouring you.

it all started one night when he invited you guys over, claiming that he missed the both of you. your best friend told you to go first because she was going to be out for her tutoring session. you internally shivered at the thought of being alone with him, not knowing what was going to happen once you were confined in a small space.

the sexual tension was so thick when you arrived and next thing you knew, you had your back on the dining table, legs spread in the air, with his mouth sucking and slurping on your pussy. you came with a scream of his name, cumming so hard for the first time in your life that your body ended up convulsing.

he had laughed at how blissed out you looked. “you taste even better than what i imagined, baby. thanks for the meal,” he purred, winking at you and leaving you to process what happened, hand wiping off the juices from his face as he went back to cooking dinner.

his daughter finally showed up and your face burned the entire time, unable to look her in the eye because not only did her father make you cum minutes prior, but he also was a tease and had his fingers inside your panties while talking to her, fingers slowly tracing circles on your clit.

the topic of conversation was your living situation. he was never happy about how the two of you wanted to live alone together because he insisted that it was better if you guys lived with him. at first you thought it was him being overprotective, but you came to understand it was because he wanted easy access to you.

he ended up fucking your throat that night out of sheer frustration, punishing you for being a bad girl and wanting to be away from your daddy.

you partly hoped it was a one time thing, but you were proven wrong when you had a movie night and your best friend dozed off on the long couch housing the three of you.

kuroo was under your blanket and between your legs in an instant. your shorts hung off of one ankle while he pushed your panties to the side.

“daddy! we shouldn’t be doing this—fuck!” you moaned as his lips sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue lapping up your slick.

“guess you just have to be quiet then, kitten,” he teased you. you arched your back and bit your lip to muffle your scream when he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt while his lips played with your clit.

you had no idea how your best friend didn’t wake up to the sounds of your muffled moans and whimpers, but that thought went away when you started riding her father’s face and cumming all over his mouth.

you became needier after that, eventually losing the hesitancy of being pleasured by him. instead, you anticipated the times when he would make you cum.

the deal was sealed on the night of your twenty-first birthday.

night of your birthday…

“hey girl, the postman came and said this was for you!” your friend slurred, clearly having had too much to drink for just a small and intimate celebration for your twenty-first.

you’d been buzzing the whole day, both from the alcohol and anticipation of what was going to happen later. you woke up to numerous happy birthday texts until you came across the one you’ve been so excited to see. your cunt gushed when you saw your daddy’s text, letting out a little moan at what he said.

happy twenty-first, kitten. you better be wearing my gift when i come over because i’m going to fuck your little pussy tonight.

you sucked in a breath as your face flushed. you held the smooth black nondescript box that was elegantly wrapped with a crimson satin ribbon. you had a pretty solid guess of what was inside and your best friend had as well, because she wiggled her eyebrows and teased you. you sighed, like father, like daughter.

how you were still able to look her in the eye after everything you’ve done and what you’re going to do with her dad is beyond you. his mouth, tongue, fingers—soon to be his cock—truly hypnotized and consumed your conscience and only left neediness in its wake.

you ducked your head to hide the embarrassment on your face while the rest of your friends that came over jeered and whistled as you walked towards your room to leave the box on your bed for safekeeping.

you left it sitting in the center of the bed and went back to the living room to enjoy, skin tingling the whole time in anticipation for your daddy...

you closed the door after saying goodbye to the last group of people and turned to your best friend. “thank you for the lovely little get together,” you thanked her shyly.

“you’re welcome, darling, but i’m sure the main event is just about to happen. tone it down a little, yeah?” she smirked at you, eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled on the way to her room.

you sighed, the guilt that was momentarily forgotten reared its head once more when you were finally alone in your room. it went away again when you studied the gift kuroo gave, nimble fingers leaving light touches on the box settled on your lap as you untied the ribbon.

you rummaged through the white crepe paper until you saw pieces of red lace that were as red as the ribbon that tied the box. he always loved the color, so it wasn’t a surprise that the lingerie he gifted you was of the same shade. your fingers shook when you took them out in front of you. these can barely cover anything, you gulped.

you caught a tinge of gold in the corner of your eye and saw that there was a white card peeking out amongst the paper. the card was lined with gold embellishments and there was a short message printed in red.

kitten, wear these for me. - k.t.

and who are you to not follow daddy’s orders?

you placed the garments at your side and set the box on the floor. you began to undress, removing your cotton bra and panties which you threw on the floor, somehow landing inside the open box.

your naked body was exposed to the cool air and you shivered, head buzzing and eyes slightly drooping from the alcohol you consumed. you took the lace with delicate fingers and gasped upon inspection of the panties.

you were taken aback by the design because not only did it lack enough cloth to cover your entire lower region, but they were crotchless. your mouth dried at the obscenity, hazy mind playing images of kuroo rutting into you without having to remove anything.

that was most likely his intention after all. you slowly stood up from the bed and softly moaned at the slickness between your thighs, pussy clearly excited and aching for his dick. you slipped your legs through them and grabbed the matching bra. you moaned when you clipped it on, nipples hardening when the lacy pattern rubbed against them.

you might as well be wearing nothing with the way you barely felt the fabric against your sensitive skin. you yawned as you laid on your back, the numerous glasses of wine you drank finally caught up with you.

you tried to fight it, you really did. but you were fighting a losing battle with your eyes and besides, you were only going to close them for a bit. you’d wake up before your daddy comes over, right?

you ended up dozing off. you woke up with a moan, alcohol already flushed out of your body. you slightly squirmed as you felt something wet on your tits and a moving pressure in your pussy. you slowly opened your eyes and found a large body looming over you.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you?” kuroo asked, lips pulling away from your clothed nipple with a pop when he realized that you were finally awake.

“three fucking years. yet you had the audacity to be asleep when i arrived? i’m going to wreck your slutty pussy, whore,” he growled as he scissored his long fingers inside your pussy faster. you cried out in pleasure, hands reaching for his wrist as you tried to slow his movements.

“d-daddy, i’m sorry!” you cried as you arched your back. he just grunted and removed his wet fingers from your cunt. you whimpered at the loss because his fingers always felt so good when they moved inside of you. he stared you down instead, large hands loosening his red tie—you noticed that it matched the lingerie you were wearing—and promptly removed it.

he bit his lip as he reached down and made you wear it instead, cock twitching in his pants as he reveled at the sight of you wearing his gift, and in his favorite color no less. he unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles rippling from the movement.

even though he didn’t play volleyball all that much anymore, he still maintained his toned body. if it weren’t for his salt and pepper hair, you wouldn’t think he was decades older than you. not that it mattered, anyway.

“you look so sexy in red, kitten,” he whispered, the sound of his belt unbuckling mixing with your heavy breathing. you gulped when you saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, eyes widening at the sheer size of him. he stepped out of his pants and smirked when he saw your reaction.

“fuck, your pussy is so pretty. can’t believe i waited this long to fuck it,” he hissed as he spread your legs, your crotchless panties baring your pussy to his eyes, making them twitch under his scrutiny.

he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock on your slit between your folds. you moaned at the stimulation, thankful that he didn’t thrust inside immediately because that would’ve been more painful than pleasurable.

“i was e-eighteen when we first met, y-you could’ve fucked me—oh that feels good—any t-time you wanted to, why didn’t you?” you stuttered as you shivered from the pleasure his slick cock was giving you.

you planted your feet flat on the bed as you took hold of his cock and humped it with fervor, moaning at the slick sounds it made with your lower lips.

kuroo hissed at the increase in stimulation, warm hands grabbing the back of your thighs and folding your legs toward your chest as he thrusted faster between your folds. you moaned louder as you let go of his throbbing cock to bunch the sheets in your fingers.

“you know what they say, good things come to those who wait,” he grunted, hips thrusting faster, making your pussy wetter and slicker.

“besides, you were still a shy and innocent girl back then—until i corrupted you, obviously,” he teased you as he moved one hand to your mouth, inserting his fingers between your lips. you moaned as you sucked, slightly tasting yourself on his fingers.

“i don’t think you could’ve handled this big...fat...cock,” he grunted as he clenched his jaw from the pleasure.

“but now? now you’re my little whore who’s about to know what it feels like to get fucked by a man,” he growled, separating himself from your body. you whimpered, arms reaching out for him but he held your wrists in one hand and placed them above your head.

“you’re already dumb when i fuck you with my mouth and fingers...they’re nothing compared to my dick,” he said frankly, fingertips lightly teasing your puffy clit, aching from the lack of release from the continuous stimulation of his cock. he let go of your wrists and moved his hand to your thigh, fingers circling your skin.

“i-i don’t think your cock will f-fit daddy,” you said in a small voice, staring at his twitching cock.

“nonsense baby, i trained you to deepthroat me, remember?” he reminded you, memories of all the times you sucked his cock filling both your minds.

“i’m going to train this pussy as well. you’ll be begging me to never leave your cunt after i’m done with you,” he declared, positioning himself between your legs again.

“now hump my cock again, kitten. faster this time,” he ordered you, fitting his cock between your lower lips once more.

“yeah just like that—fuck,” he groaned when you ground your clit with more force on his shaft. you cried out at the movement, pussy gushing out more of your juices.

“you like that, hm? like how you’re making my cock wet with your slick?” he taunted you, fingers squeezing the skin of your thigh as he rutted his hips faster.

“can’t wait for me to—shit—bottom out in that tight cunt?” he growled, basking in the heat emanating from your pussy.

you moaned loudly, hips rolling as the knot in your lower stomach threatened to burst. your breasts were freely swaying with each movement your hips made. you threw your head back as your mouth fell open, uncaring of the volume of your cries and whimpers.

“i’m cumming, daddy!” you screamed, pussy clenching around nothing as you drenched your daddy’s cock with your cum. kuroo followed suit, groaning loudly when he released his cum all over your stomach, staining the front of your barely-there panties.

“such a dumb cockslut, you came by just humping my cock?” he teased you. your face warmed in embarrassment, hiding your face in the pillows. kuroo chuckled, honey eyes glinting in mischief. well, he came by just humping your pussy, so he was one to talk.

he spread your lower lips, puffy clit exposed to the air. you shivered at the chill but quickly yelped when he spanked your clit a few times.

“d-daddy!” you exclaimed but he just laughed at you. “just wanted to slap your clit, baby,” he chuckled, hand slapping it once more.

you tried to squirm away from his spanks but he held you in place. he held his throbbing cock with one hand and guided it back to your clenching hole. he rubbed the tip against your sensitive clit before inserting his cock in your pussy.

“t-too big daddy!” you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as his cockhead went past your tight muscle.

“shh baby, i know you can do it. you can take my cock, yeah that’s a good girl,” he cooed, palm flat against your stomach with his thumb rubbing the skin. you sucked in a breath as he slowly slipped his cock inside your virgin pussy inch by inch.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good with my fat cock that you won’t even care if my daughter catches us,” he growled when he bottomed out. you whimpered at the force of his sudden thrust and the implication of what he said. he only let you adjust to his large cock for a few moments before he started thrusting lazily.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted you as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. you moaned louder, body shaking with the thrusting of his hips.

“n-no s-stop! she’s going to hear you!” you begged, voice cracking when he folded your body in half. he began pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, the slick sounds of skin meeting skin filling the air and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

“so? i dare you to scream my name, slut. watch her bust that door down,” he mocked you, hands pushing your knees further up your chest. you whimpered at the stretch, the sounds of the headboard thumping against the shared wall only served to make you clench around your daddy’s cock.

“fuck—how do you think her face would look when she sees you taking my cock like a good little bitch?” he growled when he felt you squeeze his cock. he grunted as he thrusted faster, balls slapping against your ass.

“yeah just like that, you want me to cum inside you? fill this slutty pussy to the brim? fuck my cum so deep into your pussy that you’ll get pregnant?” kuroo groaned, throwing his head back as he felt his abdomen tighten, the signal that his orgasm was fast approaching.

you held your bouncing tits in your hands, his silk tie only adding to your pleasure as it rubbed against your sensitive skin. “n-no please!” you pleaded, tears falling from your eyes.

“you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked, jaw clenching because he was stopping himself from cumming immediately. he wanted to spill all of his load in one go, after all.

“y-yes daddy b-but—!” you squealed, stinging pain blooming in your chest when kuroo pinched your nipple.

“then take my fucking cum, whore,” he demanded, cock throbbing because he was so ready to spill all of his hot cum.

“n-no daddy! please don’t cum inside me!” you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tongue lolling out as his cock hit your g-spot.

“shut up and take it,” he growled, hands squeezing your waist as his thrusts grew erratic.

he groaned loudly when he saw your fucked out face, thrusting so deep that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix. his hot cum spurting out of his cock as he filled your pussy.

“daddy you’re cumming so much—oh my god!” you screamed as you came with him, legs shaking from the intense fucking.

“your cum’s filling up my pussy, fuck and it feels so hot too!” you cried out, throat raw from the sounds that came out of your mouth ever since he came inside your room.

kuroo removed his hands from your waist—one hand snaking around your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides as he rode your pussy to prolong his orgasm.

his other hand moved to straighten your leg, rubbing your outer thigh while he cooed at you. “you like my cum, baby?” he asked softly, hips slowly rocking back and forth. you whimpered, your overstimulated pussy aching from his never-ending thrusts.

his movements caused his cum to overflow and seep out the sides of his cock. the mixed fluids fell out of your pussy, sliding down your ass and drenching the sheets beneath you.

“don’t be shy, baby. you can tell daddy if you like his cum,” he encouraged you, leaning down to kiss you languidly on the lips.

“i-i love your cum daddy,” you tell him in between kisses.

“that’s my good girl. happy birthday, my sweet kitten.”

you open your eyes when your best friend throws the damp towel to your face. “quit daydreaming about him! you were moaning ‘daddy! daddy!’ like he was actually fucking you!” she yells while crossing her arms across her chest.

you duck your head in shame. great, now i’m even messier and wetter down there, you grumble. you wince when you hear the squelching sound—dear god i hope she didn’t hear it—as you shift to face her properly while she walks over to you.

“so! tell me more about him, what’s his name?” she asks animatedly, chin resting on her fists as she sits beside you on the island. you swallow thickly, a lump suddenly weighing down in your throat. you inhale a deep breath before coming up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“he’s a shy and private guy...i’m not telling you his name yet because...i really want you to meet him in person, you know...?” you already know him—you’re related to him! you scream in your head.

your palms feel sweaty as your nerves are on the verge of frying themselves. you bite your lip while you rub your thighs together, wincing immediately as you feel her dad’s cum drench your panties and shorts further.

“well, judging by your reaction right now and the sounds last night, he’s not really the shy type when it comes to bedroom activities,” your best friend pouts at your secrecy and then smirks, eyebrows wiggling.

your face burns in embarrassment and guilt, if only she knew she was talking about her dad.

“anyway, i’m going to the library right now, i’m so done with this paper,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“take care and have fun laz—dad! what’s up? what brings you here?” she squeals in delight when she sees him and jumps into her father’s arms while he kisses the top of her head.

your pussy quivers at the sight of your daddy, and when his eyes land on you, he winks deviously then places his daughter back on the floor.

“can’t i visit my favorite girls on my day off?” he says to her while looking at you. your best friend is clearly oblivious to the desire that was swimming in her father’s sharp eyes.

“well, i’m going to the library to finish my paper. you guys can hang out in the meantime, but don’t watch our show without me!” she says as she walks out the door and ends her sentence with a click.

kuroo locks the door and turns to you, eyes glinting like a predator. he picks your body up and sits on the chair, settling you on his lap and wrapping his long arms around your middle. his large hand cups your cheek and he kisses you, earning a moan from your mouth when his tongue massages yours.

you kiss for a while and then he pulls away from your lips. he grabs your chin firmly, fingers squeezing your cheek open as he spits inside your mouth. you moan while swallowing his spit, hands reaching for his stubbled face before kissing each other sloppily once more.

“you keeping my cum warm for me, kitten?” he asks, lips separating from yours to leave kisses and nips on your jaw. you moan and squirm on his lap as his other hand sneaks inside the waistband of your shorts and inserts two thick fingers in your messy and dripping cunt.

“such a good girl for daddy. you kept his promise,” he growls lowly, biting the skin of your neck and leaving a mark which he soothes with his warm tongue.

“i think my kitten deserves a reward, hm? would you like that?” he asks you, fingers curling inside your tight walls.

“y-yes daddy!” you whimper, grinding your hips on his lap. he smirks and removes his fingers from your cunt and stands up from the chair. you whine at the loss of stimulation and he shushes you with his finger—the one he had inside of you seconds ago.

“let’s go to your room, shall we? daddy missed his favorite girl.”

[1:14 PM]