#the first one im screaming biting thrashing

[titanebaby]

this is insane to me. tiny unaired pilot captain i’m putting u in my pocket or my mouth or a heart locket idc

[painfulstretch]

idea/fantasy: i’m your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. i’ve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what i’m in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why you’d been so eager to assist, and now i’m stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. i’m shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and there’s still a massive bulge sitting just inside. i’ve long given up on begging, the only help you’ll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.

fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.

i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.

you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.

i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.

it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.

and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.

your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.

didn’t i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious

[gamblersdoll]

hii! i love your works and we share the same name! 🎀

honestly ur writing so good. i wanted to ask for choso, who reader goes a bit to rough on during sex one day so choso takes control and shows reader who’s actually in control ! btw ur works give me so much inspiration when writing LOL

oh god, we do! 🩶 and im glad i can help give inspiration! you can always ask me for some ideas if you have writers block, thats why i just be spit balling. but thank you sugar.

cw: rough reader at first, whimpering choso, rough choso.

for choso at least, your first week of ovulation was pure filth. you became more needy, sloppy, and a bit rough outside of sex.. for the moment.

youd plead with choso “use me as some kind of cocksleeve!” or going on ‘x’ to find ideas and beg him to dress as pyramid head to fuck you in the basement while chained up. to no avail though, choso would just mumble ‘dont say stuff like that.’

until last night, you had take the control for the first time—which would come to bite you in the ass later. or soon, you never knew with choso.

you rode his cock until there was nothing left for him to give, till his balls were empty and shining with your arousal mixed cream. he could feel it going up his own ass, his throat so breathy and hoarse from the moans.

his cheeks were red, one side with a small handprint while his arms were tied to the headboard.

“baby,” he breathes out, tapping your ass in a attempt to have you look at him. you obliged, looking up at him. “whats gotten into you?”

you shrugged, a cock drunk state and eyes lidded. you got to be rough with choso for the first time.

and it would be your last, considering the fact that not only were you hogtied and blindfolded, but you could also tell that choso was a bit pissed you were able to control him like that.

he lands a harsh slap on your ass, a light mix of pain but pleasure shot through your veins. you moan of course, causing choso to slam a finger into you. thank god he had trimmed his nails that day.. or was that why he did them?

“youre fucking nasty, you know?” he mumbles, spitting onto your slit and his red, mean cockhead smears it around to gather some slick. “had me looking like a mess.. that shouldve been you.”

not like you could speak, anyway.. he duct taped your mouth shut. because even after that night, you were still craving for a good fuck.

his hips ease into your velvet walls, hissing at the sudden sensation and urge to just pound away immediately. he takes a second to put his hair up into a man bun, pressing his hands into your back.

he forces an arch out of you, hearing your back pop from the force and he chuckles. “you might just get what you want..” he groans, his cock twitching inside of you. it kisses your cervix, making your toes curl and strain.

he remembers how his treatment was yesterday, he might as well repay the favor.

he pulls you by your hair and pulls your back to his chest, biting down on your shoulder until youre whining. he grunts a response, thrusting into your walls so agonizingly slow.

“yeah? you feel remorse for what you did to me?” he says in a soft growl, giving a few slight slaps to your face and then a harsher one to a breast. “bet you fucking do— oh, am i hitting that good spot?” he asks, seeing you thrash and writhe so suddenly.

“cum for me, just like how you did with me last night.” he orders, pressing a finger vibe on your clit and you silently scream, clenching around his length until he was white with your cum.

“if youre going to be rough with me, make sure youre not going to be so vulnerable the next few days.” he suggests, throwing you back down.

he rips the blindfold off of your eyes, slamming himself back into you in a mating press. you do cry, only a bit, fat tears dribbling down while he forces the eye contact, the eye contact as he slow but surely fucks himself into your walls.

hes the one to break it, surprisingly. rolling his eyes and head on his shoulders. “f—fuuck im going to fuckin cum!” he growls again, drawing out the ‘fs’. he grabs your hips, thumbs digging into the gap of the bones in your groin and pulls you up and down on him.

you can feel it, how hot his cum runs in his balls and it drives you mad. your throat emits a whimper, your already abused clit throbbing from the bumps of his pubes.

“cmon���.” he starts up, pulling the duct tape off your mouth. “stay here, ill get the bath running.”

[goldenempyrean]

The Memories Of Love: Broken Memories (Pt2)

〚 Notes - The much awaited part 2! Im so so sorry in advance. Just be aware, the angst is heavy in this, along with swearing too. So just a head’s up about that. Again, PLEASE, let me know your thoughts about this! I crave feedback. 〛

〚 Summary - Natasha had called your name. You should’ve just ignored her, pretended you’d never heard her but no... you had to go in and face her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2300〛

〚 Part One! 〛

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The faint call of your name made you stop dead in your tracks. You should’ve ignored it, pretended you didn’t hear her. But no, you had to turn back, didn’t you? Why? Because it was her. The one person whose grip on you held tighter than an iron fist.

“Natasha?” You whispered into the dark as you pushed the door on the door it creaked open, allowing the dim light from the hall to seep into the room. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light but as you squinted, you could make out the sickly form of Natasha as she shuffled beneath the sheets.

"Nat..."

With every breath, she seemed to be struggling as she forced herself upright. Even from your position near the door you could see that her forehead was slicked with beads of sweat as her fever beat through her body. You couldn’t help but be overcome with anxiety, anxiety so strong you could almost taste it. It's sickly and bitter, much like the woman infront of you.

She took a second to compose herself before looking you over with a twisted expression, “What the hell are you doing here.”

"What kind of question is that?" You retorted with a scoff before you began your pent-up lecture, the lecture which you’d wanted to give her ever since entering her apartment, “first of all, you left your door unlocked. Anybody could’ve came wandering in, do you not realise how dangerous that is?”  

You chose to ignore the way she rolled her eyes at your statement and continued, "And I came because I was... worried. When you called, you sounded...” You trailed off, your eyes not leaving the floor.  

At your confession Natasha stared at you, her brows furrowed in suspicion before her expression morphed into one of fury as she gave a snide, mocking laugh, an unexpected sound which changed your mood instantly.

“Thats bullshit.” She laughed again, an angry almost maniacal laugh, “don't come in here and start acting like you give a shit about me.”

“What?” You were stunned, you didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was wrong with her.

“Oh don’t act all innocent, you know exactly what I mean.”

"You wanna go down that road?" You hissed through gritted teeth, feeling a burning wave rage begin to slowly wash over you. You tried to take a deep breath, but hearing Natasha give another scoff was enough to push you over the edge, sending that wave crashing over you with a violent, thrashing anger, “You fucking hypocrite, do you really wanna go there?

"You called, and now you're bitching at me? Really, Nat? You’re a joke." You have to bite your tongue to keep from telling her that this is typical Natasha behaviour; you've got to bite your tongue for a lot of things when it comes to this woman, never before had you felt so angry, so used, "Why the fuck did you even call me?

"A joke?" Natasha snaps as she mocks your words, her lips drawn to the side in an ugly sneer, “You’re calling me a joke? I clearly didn’t mean to call you. Did you genuinely think I’d let someone like you back here, you’re such a fucking idiot Y/N.”

You felt your fist involuntarily clench at her words. You saw red and you were seconds away from screaming at her only Nat’s body screamt first as it begged for relief, Natasha began to cough. A wet, sickly coughing. An action which sent her body wracking forwards uncontrollably. Producing a sound which would make anyone cringe. It’s a sound which makes your heart hurt. It's a sound that almost made you forget your anger for a moment, and it doesn’t fail to remind you that it doesn't matter what’d she said or what she’d done, you were still worried about her.

"Tasha?" The sound comes out as a whisper, and you quickly stepped forward, reaching out for her but stopped in your place when her eyes stared daggers into your own, freezing like a deer in headlights, “Natasha Im trying to help-”

You tried to explain but you were quickly cut off by the malicious, scornful laugh of Natasha, “Trying to help? Trying to help?! You’ve done nothing but fuck things up Y/N. That’s what you do! You take people and fuck them up.”

Her words hit like a physical blow. You're left reeling, speechless. You didn't know things between you were so strained. It's only when she began barking out a wet cough again that you remembered the situation at hand. For a moment, you thought about leaving the room in a huff. It would serve her right, wouldn't it? Let her choke to death on her own pride.

In the end, though, you could never do that. Not to Natasha, never. Your jaw clenches again, and though your anger hasn’t completely dissipated, the need to comfort is stronger in your heart than your desire for retribution and as you take a step forward, tears sting your eyes. You can see how badly she's suffering, how vulnerable and weak she felt, and it hurt... it stung.

You silently came to sit on the edge of her bed. Reaching out your hand, you stroked her damp cheek, the warmth of your touch seeming to give her a spark of comfort. A look of relief flashes on her face, quickly changing into one of confusion and fear. She pulls away, her own hands curling into a rigid fist, and she looks you in the eyes, beginning to seethe with anger once again, “Don't touch me,” The statement comes out in a low hiss, as she slapped your hand away from her face, “Don't you... dare fucking touch me.”

Natasha tries to stand, to move herself away. Only she finds herself gasping, shocked at how drained she is, how drained her body is. All colour has drained from her skin, leaving behind the shell of a sick, sad woman. You don’t miss the way she stumbled forward, the way she had a white-knuckled grip on the bedpost, the way her legs trembled as she fought to keep herself standing upright.

“Natasha,” you felt your voice soften again, watching as the woman fought against her body’s wishes, it’s cries for her to rest, “Stop it Nat- Just stop… you’re going to hurt yourself.”

"Jesus." She spat the word like bile, her fist clenching again. The look in her eyes was one of venom. It was that same venom that had her slapping your hand away. You could taste the hatred and revulsion in her words when she snarled a hateful, “Stop acting like you’ve ever cared about me!”

“Never cared? Never cared?!” Your mouth was wide with shock at her claim, her accusations cutting through you like a knife in butter, “Who was there for you when you came home injured? Who spent countless nights sitting up you with when you had nightmares? How can you even say I never cared about you, its fucking insulting considering you’d know a thing or two about ‘not caring’, wouldn’t you?”

Natasha growled through her teeth, “What the hell do you mean by that.”

“Well for one, its fucking clear you never loved me! I was just there when you needed someone to help you get over Bruce.” You snapped back, finally all your frustrations from the last year came pouring out, “There were times when I needed you Natasha, I needed you so much and you were never here for me!” You didn’t dare look up. You didn’t dare to see the look of pure anger etched across her face as you felt tears begin to run down your own cheeks.

“All those times...” You trailed off as a new rage lit inside of you, “Did you ever realize that you were hurting me? or did you just not care?”

“How the fuck was I meant to know that?!” Natasha snapped back, “Not once did you mention any of this? Not once. I told you about my past Y/N. I told you things I swore I’d never tell a soul. Was that not enough to show you that I cared? I told you that I had a hard time showing my feelings and opening myself up to people and you know what you did? You told me we’d work through it, that you’d help me.”

“You said we’d learn to love together... and the first chance you get, you leave me because I haven’t been able to show you how much I love you?” Natasha sniffled as her eyes filled with tears, “how is that fair...”

“Because I was fed up of it all, okay?! Natasha, it was draining! Constantly being second place to something. Not once did you make me a priority, how the fuck do you think that made me feel?

“What the actual fuck are you on about?” She screamed back, the action forcing her to bend at the waist as she coughed allwhile her anger burned behind her eyes, “I genuinely don't know what you’re on about anymore! You can't expect me to know what's going on what with you if you never open up to me about things. How was I meant to know that something was wrong If you never told me. I would’ve changed Y/N. All you had to do was tell me.”

“Natasha just stop! Stop all the bullshit. The base fact of our relationship was that I loved you more then you loved me. Just admit it...”

Silence

Natasha fell silent, her body frozen in place. It felt like she’d been shot... Her skin was carved with the scars someone else had forged, and with nothing but your mere words you’d just carved another - straight onto her heart. 

Her facade finally crumbled. That facade that had been forced onto her. The facade she’d fought so hard to maintain finally came tumbling down and she wept. Natasha sobbed, her breath hitching as she tried to take a deep breath, the tears flowing like a river down her cheeks, revealing the broken woman which had been hidden, locked away inside.

“Take that back.” Her voice trembled as she sobbed uncontrollably, “I swear to fucking god Y/N, take that back.”

“Why should I?” You sobbed this time too, “We both know it’s true. Not once did you do something which showed me how much you cared.”

“I didn’t know how! I told you I didn’t know how!”

“I don’t care anymore. It’s over.”

“Was it worth it? You ruined everything Y/N!” Natasha cried, “You watched as I cried out for you, begging on my knees for you to stay! Is that not enough for you?”

"Is that not enough for you?" Natasha repeated as she bawled. You could feel a deep, cold pit begin to grow inside of you. It's not hatred. It's doubt. The more she's talks, the less your words seem to make sense and you found yourself suddenly unsure of everything that happened.

“No.” You almost choked as that single word left your mouth and you soon felt yourself begin to sob again as waterfalls of tears rolled down your already-soaked cheeks. With one careless and reckless sentence, you had destroyed so much. Your voice was barely louder than a whisper as you replied to the sobs of the woman who stood before you, “It wasn’t enough.”

Natasha wept again. You know that you're the cause of the tears, but it still twists your heart into knots to see her like this... so broken. And worst of all, you felt selfish but the urge to hold her was almost unbearable and you took a step towards her, wearily reaching out to hold her shoulder.

“Im sorry.” You whispered as your hand made with contact with her overheated, clammy skin.

It was as if your touch burned her. Natasha took a shaky breath. Her crying had slowed, but a few tears still rolled down her cheeks. She stared right at you, and the sorrow in her eyes nearly caused you to burst into tears once more. But there was something else – still behind her eyes, hiddden inside was that deep and hateful glare.

“It’s too late for that now- Just get out,” She demands, almost ripping your hand from her body, as you stare back at her, eyes wide with shock, “Get the fuck out Y/N!”

You shook you head angrily, biting hard into your lip to stop yourself from exploding. Once again you find yourself fuming, you're seething, you're leaving. You were just about to slam the door behind you when something froze you.

“Wait...” You heard Natasha’s tiny whimper as you hand lingered on the doorknob. And she broke down again. You never imagined that her cries could ever pierce your heart so deeply.

With guilt eating you up inside, you turned around a final time to see Nat begin spluttering as she began to cough uncontrollably again. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt helpless in the face of a sickness that's not your own, your heart painfully wrenched by the sight and sound of the girl you loved choking with illness and hate.

Natasha was petrified, she could do little but surrender her body, unable to find the strength anymore. Your pitiful gaze, the pain in her chest, the pain in her head, in her heart. It was all too much. Way, way too much. The last thing she saw was your face morph into a horrified, no terrified, expression as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a dark, cold, empty void consuming her as her broken body collapsed to the floor…

[midnightplumblossoms]

i may be a tang gunak dick rider first but im also a baek cheon pussy drinker (second) !!! anyways imagine baek cheon is the type to get super horny once in a blue moon and is willing to get off with anyone.... mob character/reader? chung myung? tang pae??? jang ilso???? one of the other disciples?? you?? me???? it doesn't matter to our lovely sasuk.... sasuk wouldn't mind being a glory hole but, seeing the faces of the person eating his pussy out, bumping clits or shoving their cocks in gets him going even more!!!

cheers to my fellow baek cheon pussy drinker 🥂 you have great taste ☝️

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🔞 multi/baek cheon, bottom!baek cheon, baek cheon has a 🌺

The sound of skin slapping against skin and the quiet punched out noises break the stillness of the night.

Tang Pae trembles as he presses in as deep as he could in the warm and inviting hole of their Mount Hua visitor. He chokes out a groan when the sudden tight squeeze forces out another wave of cum out of him.

"Haaah," Baek Cheon moans, satisfied. For now.

Tang Pae doesn't think he'll ever forget the loud squelch when he finally pulls out of the other man and the sight of pearly white dribble contrasting against a pretty pink slit.

He hurriedly rushes out of the room, studiously ignoring the way he passes by his father and the subsequent locking sound that echoes in the Tang Estate's empty hallway.

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Being eaten out by someone with a beard was an experience.

Baek Cheon didn't know whether to grab or push away Tang Gunak's face from his cunt. The hairs on the older man's face scratched against Baek Cheon's sensitive clit and walls.

"Mmhh," Baek Cheon whimpers into the bed sheets. He gripped onto them as if he were holding on for life at the continuous wet assault on his pussy.

Tang Gunak's tongue was unexpectedly long, hitting all of the best spots inside Baek Cheon's pussy and driving him dizzy with desire.

"Just give me your cock already!" Baek Cheon all, but begs as yet another orgasm is pulled out of him skillfully by the Tang Family Head.

Tang Gunak hums directly into his slit, sending vibrations up Baek Cheon's spine. "Not yet."

Baek Cheon screams as the man pricks him once again with another dose of that terrible, terrible (so, so good) aphrodisiac.

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"What would people say if they knew that this was what the righteous head disciple of Mount Hua does in his spare time?" Chung Myung goads, pressing his slick pussy against Baek Cheon's own.

Baek Cheon retaliates by pinching Chung Myung's clit, causing the other man to throw his head back at the spike of pleasure.

They've both been at this for hours, taking turns licking, biting, and slurping each other's cunts before, ultimately, settling with sliding their puffy pussies back and forth against each other.

Baek Cheon lets out a soft whimper when Chung Myung reaches over to pinch his bite-marked nipples. "So pretty, sasuk."

Baek Cheon uses what strength he had to throw Chung Myung's leg over his shoulder and grind their pussies even harder. "You'd look prettier with my juices all over your face."

The way Chung Myung's eyes dilated at the image was all Baek Cheon needed as agreement.

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This was probably one of Baek Cheon's more questionable (read: bad, very bad) decisions. He really shouldn't have goaded Jang Ilso into fucking him.

Who knew that this evil bastard had a cock as large as his ego?

"Wait, stop!" Baek Cheon thrashes in his grip, his pussy clenching hard on the other man's veiny cock. "I just came. Let me--No! Hnngh!"

Jang Ilso chuckles as he digs his sharp nails into Baek Cheon's side. Sweat dripped down the elegant column of his neck as he chuckled, pulling his cock out (finally!) of the shuddering Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon props himself on all fours, his limbs trembling, to get off of the dirty and damp bed they shared, but Jang Ilso hovers his entire body above his back. The man reaches under Baek Cheon and covers his bullied pussy with his slender hand, giving it a teasing squeeze.

He whispers into Baek Cheon's ears, "You didn't think we were done just yet, did you?"

[lovisyandereblog]

Eyes on me

Yandere Submissive Stalker X GN Reader

Part 2! Thank you so much for the love on the first one</3 This one will contain very slight NSFW so be weary ;)))))

Part 1 and 3 here

A pounding and gruelling headache was what made you slowly wake up. A groan left you as you tried to get up, half conscious.

You tried to get up.

What the hell?! Why couldn’t you move your hands or legs?! You tried to yell out but you felt something in your mouth, a gag?!

‘What the hell is going on?!’ You thought to yourself as tears of frustration built up in your eyes, your thrashing around kept increasing.

‘‘My love~ Please don’t move around so much, you’ll hurt yourself~!’’ You jumped slightly from the soft voice which suddenly came from your right. You managed to move your head and widened your eyes as you saw the same lovesick grin you saw…yesterday? You couldn’t even remember.

You were practically frozen in shock, like a deer in headlights. This couldn’t be true. There was no way this was real life.

‘I’ll just close my eyes and this will all be a dream and I’ll wake up in my own be—’ Your thoughts were cut off by the lovestruck man cupping your face, trying to get you to stare at him.

As soon as you felt his touch, you thrashed away and tried screaming against the gag, immediately making him worry.

‘‘D-darling! P-please don’t scream…please! I wont hurt you, I swear baby! I love you!’’ He whined, trying to calm you down.

‘‘LET ME OUT! NOW!’’ You tried to say against the gag but all that came out were muffled yells.

‘‘Please Y/N! Im your Noah aren’t I? Don’t you love me~?’’ You glared at him, but also realising this was the first time you had heard his name. Noah? Why did that sound familiar?

Noah laughed awkwardly to himself when he realised that you couldn’t reply, mumbling a soft sorry before undoing your gag. You took the opportunity to bite his fingers, making him moan again. You groaned, forgetting this guy was a masochist.

‘‘Y-you really like hurting me don’t you~?’’ He said as he held the finger you had bitten, there was a bite mark along with some of your saliva on it.

What he did next made your eyes widen and stomach turn.

Noah took his finger in his mouth, licking and sucking on the area you had bitten as he moaned.

“You’re crazy! What the fuck is wrong with you?!’’ You yelled, still trying to get out of your restraints.

‘‘N-no my love! I…im not crazy! Im just crazy in love, I love you~” He batted his long eyelashes, his pure blue eyes peering adoringly at you, “Please just love me back, I’ll be so good for you~” Noah whined and leaned closer to you, making you lean back.

“Don’t come near me, you sicko!” You yell, making him give you puppy eyes.

“P-please Y/N…I’ll do anything, I’ll be anything! I’ll do whatever you want! I’m your servant, I’m your pet, I’m yours~” Noah pleaded obediently.

“YOU’RE NOT MY ANYTHING! STOP IT! AND JUST FUCKING LET ME G—MMMH?!” You were cut off by him suddenly covering your mouth with his hand, it was like his whole demeanour had changed. He was staring down at you with menacing blue eyes, his hand was plastered against your mouth, preventing you from speaking.

“You can’t say that.” He spoke in a broken voice, his angry eyes full of tears, “I am yours. And only yours! IM YOURS! I BELONG TO YOU!” Noah started to shake and sob, the act displayed in front of you was both disturbing and scary.

You couldn’t even say anything, you were speechless as you stared up at him. He started to sob into your shoulder, “I-im so sorry! Please! Please f-forgive me Y/N….please!” He cried, clutching onto you as if you were about to disappear.

“P-Please Y/N…you…you can do anything you want to me! You can p-punish me okay?? Just please…dont be mad at me!” Noah gave you such pretty blue eyes, globs of tears already forming again at the corner of his eyelashes. “Please~?”

You could just stare up at him with wide y/c eyes, this guy was insane. But he was so cute—

Wait what the fuck? You did not just say that.

But he is so cute~

Noah could see the thoughts spiralling through your mind in your eyes, he could see the hesitation. He giggled and looked at you with even more dramatics.

Noah leaned on you and whined, his head laying on your shoulder and looking up at you, “Please~~~?” He begged.

You knew there was no way you could get out of this situation other than acting nice…well maybe nicer.

“F-fine…what…” You clear your throat, “What do you want me to do then?”

His face immediately lighted up, he stared at you with such lovesick eyes, “I..please…please could I k-kiss you….pretty please~?”

You widened your eyes at his request, shifting uncomfortably. He was still laying on top of your body, you could feel something….hard…pressing against you.

“A…a what?” You asked, not believing what you heard, he whined and nuzzled his face into your neck, making you suck in a breath. His mouth was dangerously close to your sensitive skin, and it didn’t help that it made you feel….aroused.

Goddamn you Noah. You adorable devil.

“A kiss…please~” He batted his pretty eyelashes up at you, his head tilted upwards as he whined desperately and hoped you’d feel pity on him.

You sighed, and tried to look away but he kept holding your chin to look at him, intensifying his puppy eyes even more.

‘Please kiss me, please kiss me, please kiss me~’ His thoughts were going crazy.

“F-fine…fine…just one kiss okay? A-and then you have to g-get off of me…okay?” You finally replied and he immediately perked up. He nodded eagerly, he looked just like a little puppy.

“Yes yes yes! I-I’ll do anything you s-say! I swear…just…please kiss me…Im begging you~” Noah whimpers, why did he have to be so adorable. His blonde locks were slightly covering his face so you tucked it behind his ear, making his heart melt.

“Please…keep t-touching me~” Noah whimpered and he leaned into your touch, nuzzling his cheek against your hand.

You can’t help but stare at his features, he was so pretty…and the way he would get flustered was so adorable. You swallowed nervously and held his face, pulling him down to kiss him.

Your lips finally met, and he immediately clutched onto you desperately, moaning into the kiss. If he was a real dog, his tail would be wagging by now.

Noah whimpered as you kissed his soft pink lips, he was falling more and more deep into his love and obsession for you.

After a few minutes, you tried to pull away but he whined, “N-no…please…m-more..more..don’t stop~” He immediately pressed his lips against yours again, moaning even more.

You turned red as you realised he had started grinding himself slowly on your thigh, his whimpers intensifying.

You finally get the strength to push him off, “N-Noah! You said…said just one kiss! That..that was more than one kiss!”

He immediately made puppy eyes and apologised profusely, begging for forgiveness, “S-sorry! M’so sorry Y/N…i j-just…just couldn’t help m-myself…please forgive me~!”

You were breathless as you stared at him, he looked down in shame, and you realised he had started crying again, “H-hey…shh…dont cry…its okay hmm?”

Noah immediately looked up at you with teary blue eyes, drops falling from his long eyelashes, “Y-you’re not mad at me…right?”

“I..no Im not..just..don’t cry okay?” You replied and he immediately smiled and went closer to you but frowned when you flinched and backed away.

He sniffed but kept his distance, “Im so sorry…I promise I didn’t mean to…sorry…”

There was a long comfortable silence before you finally broke it, “Noah?”

“Yes my love?” He replied immediately, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Are you ever going to…let me go?” You asked softly, making sure to not say anything which would make him go crazy again.

“Y/N…I swear I really don’t want to keep you here against your will…but im scared you’ll leave me and run away…” He whined, sniffing while trying to get you to feel bad for him.

“I…i need to keep you here…until Im sure you’re all mine…because Im already yours~”

You just stared at him, the emotion behind your eyes made him feel so guilty. But you stayed quiet and rested your head against the headboard.

Noah cupped your face and kissed you gently on the forehead, for some reason it really calmed you down.

“I’ll treat you so good Y/N…please just fall in love with me~” His voice was so pitiful.

You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

—> my masterlist <3

mdni banner used by @cafekitsune !!

[crimsun-n-clover]

me, 14, straight a student, little darling of teachers, enemy of administrators (also secretly the one fucking with the teachers too but they never caught on), overworked, crying on the kitchen floor:

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LET ME DROP OUT BECAUSE I WANT TO HURT MYSELF”

me, 17, family disappointment, just another tortured artist archetype, basically a dropout, graduating on a technicality but even then i have shit to do that i can’t even do, also crying on the kitchen floor:

“…. welp. what now”

it’s like nothing makes it better. i still feel just as fucking hopeless, because even though the highs are higher, the lows are just as low and i can’t even see any sign of relief during the lows. logically, i know i will feel better, but i just can’t wrap my head around it because i’m just so lost.

i can’t do anything to myself. at least nothing permanent.

i’m not letting my kiddos go unprotected in schools that hurt them and homes that don’t love them enough.

i’m not letting my friends be lonely.

i’m not letting my baby cousins think they can imitate me with this one.

i’m not letting my relatives deadname me at my funeral.

i’m not letting everyone mourn someone who wasn’t even all that great anyway.

i’m not letting my cat think i don’t love him.

i’m not letting the original misfits lineup concert be entirely old guys in the crowd.

i’m not letting my campaign go unfinished.

i’m not letting people i love miss out on the things i would’ve done with them.

i’m not letting my memory ruin things that people love.

what will my kiddos do without someone behind them to say “damn, as long as they swing first, kick their ass. remember how i taught you to throat jab? yeah, use that one first. don’t break your fingers, be careful, plant your feet, and run if all else fails.” or “hey, im proud of you. you were way better than anyone else. wanna go get ice cream? i got some quarters if you wanna try the claw machine again.” because their parents didn’t show up to their recital.

what will my friends do without someone to call them at 11 pm to rant about something completely inconsequential and encourage them to dress outlandish if they want to? they’re all out of the way types who need a looks god in the eye type to keep them in check. they also need to hear about how ghostbusters 2 is a fucking masterpiece.

what will my baby cousins, the ones who idolize me, do if i set this kind of example? mind you, i’m already a bad role model, but this is awful. they won’t have anyone to slide them extra birthday money under the table even after they get their gifts. they won’t have someone to do the other half of our secret handshake with. they won’t have anyone to introduce them to shitty horror movies as they get older.

what will the jehovah’s witnesses call me when they put me in the ground? what will they say about me next week during their kingdom hall meeting? how will they demonize me when i’m not there to rock their shit and teach their kids slightly rebellious things?

god, i can’t write the rest of this. you get the point. i just want out. usually saying that gets me sent to a ward, but you’ll have to take me kicking, screaming, thrashing, clawing, biting, sobbing, and swinging at you. i can’t go back, they hurt me too much there.

i miss the weird little kid i looked after there after his foster parents couldn’t be bothered to pick him up. i may have been dreading every waking moment, but having a little kid cut his jello into noodles to slurp them obnoxiously after the nurses already yelled at us twice? fucking amazing. we watched scooby doo, played jenga, and that kid made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt. i watch him go to call his parents to beg them to pick him up, they say they’re busy, he has to pretend like that doesn’t hurt more than anything, and he walks back to the table i’m sitting at and goes “hey, wanna help me name the plants outside the window in the rec room?” if his foster parents don’t want him, i sure fucking do. this poor kid was maybe eight years old and said something about wishing he could disappear at school, and now he’s locked up here, doing everything in his power to make me laugh, even though the nurses are probably trying to kill us with their brains.

there’s too much to give up. but there’s also too much for me to just power through. someone help me.

[cdroloisms]

haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

[krxideprnz-archive]

Ok so hear me out...

This is my first smut after a fucking year I am extremely out of practice.

But I’ll try my best

@simpingforthisonedeer 👀

Gojo Satoru x Dom!fem!reader

This contains themes not suited for minors!!

Includes - choking/ orgasm denial/handjob/blowjob/Gojo being needy

“When you said you wanted to try something different...” a surprised gasp cut him off before he continued “this was certainly not what I expected”

Gojo Satoru was currently being chained to the bed by you, nervous sweat slowly starting to form along with a faint blush coating his beautiful face.

“Do you want me to stop?” You whispered in his ear, grinding your knee against the growing bulge in his underwear.

He let out a soft moan, moving his hips upwards to add more friction, but your hands pressed his hips back down on the bed, looking down at him with an unreadable expression on your face.

“I asked you something, Satoru”

“Fuck, please don’t stop” the way he looked up at you through his lashes, the faint marks of your lips on his neck and the dim lighting made him look absolutely stunning.

“What do you want me to do?”

You traced the outlines of his abs, slowly making your way further down, stopping at his V-line and lazily drawing shapes on his warm skin.

“Touch me..” his voice was shaky, but he was not ready to give in completely just yet.

But you wanted to see him beg.

Your hand made its way down to his crotch, palming his erection painfully slow and applying pressure, enjoying the sweet whine that escaped his lips.

You slowly pulled his pants down along with his underwear, the cold air hitting his dick making him gasp.

You traced the vein on it with your finger, never breaking eye contact with Gojo, who was now struggling not to move his hips upwards and thrust into your hand.

“Touch me more..” he whispered and let out a loud groan when you suddenly slapped his thigh.

“When did I say you could order me around, baby?” You cooed, rubbing the spot where a hand print was already forming.

He muttered a quick apology and you continued, giving his dick a few experimental strokes, enjoying the way he gasped every time you let your breath ghost over the reddened tip.

“What do you want me to do, Satoru?” Your seductive tone made him shiver, but he wasn’t ready to submit yet.

“I think you know what I wa- hey!” You stopped your actions completely, moving back to sit on your heels.

Satoru’s hips immediately bucked upwards, trying to follow your hand, but he was again restricted by your hands pushing him down.

“I said...” you moved closer to his face, biting down on his neck before continuing

“..what do you want me to do?” You punctuated with a grind of your clothed pussy against his member.

The friction of the fabric against his neglected dick made him desperate for any sort of friction.

“I want you to touch me more.. please..let me cum”

Smirking against his ear, you grabbed his member again, each stroke slowly gaining more speed, Satorus moans getting more high pitched as you continued.

“Like this?” You asked, moving your head so you can look into his beautiful eyes.

He stared back with flushed cheeks, sweat rolling down his forehead.

He looked absolutely beautiful, hair matted to his head, the dim lighting framing him, vulnerable under you, it brought a wave of heat down do your core, your panties getting wetter by the second.

You continued with the movement, watching the facial expressions of your boyfriend closely, the way his eyes pressed shut every time you applied more pressure and the way his soft lips opened when he was about to let out a moan.

“Yes- oh god I am going to-!”

As soon as the words left his lips, you moved your hand away from his dick and towards his mouth.

After he let out a strained groan and thrashed against the sheets before you swiped a soaked finger across his plump lips and told him to suck.

His tongue licked your fingers clean, letting him taste himself while tugging at the chains that didn’t allow him to touch you.

You got up and removed your bra and underwear, making an extra effort to give him a show while doing it, the expression on his face showing how much he wanted to be inside you right now.

You crawled back on the bed, gripping his leaking dick and slowly lowering your body onto him.

You stopped before he could enter you, looking at him with a smirk.

“Do you want me to ride you, Satoru? Tell me how bad you want it”

“Yes! Please just fuck me, I need it! Oh fuck!” You guided his dick to your entrance and let him enter your warm womanhood, letting out a loud moan yourself.

You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest admiring the way it moved up and down rapidly, his head pressed down into the pillow beneath him.

You moved up again, pulling out until only his tip was inside, before slamming down, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your moans.

Satoru was now moaning without hesitation, head thrown back and drool dribbling down his chin.

You grabbed his chin and joined your lips into a passionate kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth and one of your hands grabbing his hair and pulling, letting a whimper escape his throat.

You could feel him twitching inside you, your walls tightening around him so deliciously, he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“Im gonna cum (Y/N)..” he panted after moving his lips away from yours, a thin line of saliva still connecting you.

As much as you wanted to cum yourself, you stopped your movement completely, him buried completely inside of you.

“Oh god! Please please please just let me cum! I need it!” He thrusted up into you and without even caring that he moved you began moving along with him.

“Satoru.. you’re filling me up so good” you moaned.

“Fuck you’re so hot.. I can’t hold it much longer... please..can I?” He begged, biting his lip, his orgasm approaching fast.

“Count down from 3... then you may cum” you spoke, scratching his abs and moving down to lick over his hardened nipples.

“Three, two..”

you gripped his throat.

“Slower!”

Satoru was now shaking underneath you, completely drowning in the pleasure you were giving him, entranced by your dominating form sitting above him.

“Thre- ah!”

You gripped his throat tighter.

“Two...” another loud moan.

You started moving even faster, the wet sounds and Satorus moans the only thing on your mind as you lowered yourself on him even faster, your walls gripping him tight.

“One!”

As soon as the word left his lips he threw his head back, eyes rolling back and a high pitched whimper leaving his lips.

You felt the warm sensation of his cum filling you up, your own release coming right after, dropping on his chest with your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

After the both of you came down from your high, you moved of of him, both of your juices dripping down your thighs.

You moved downwards and gave his dick a few kitten licks, making Satoru jolt in surprise.

“Wh- I just came! Wait, So sensitiv-ah!”

“Who said we’re done yet~?”

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Pt 2

Masterlist

Summary: Clark take you to august to finish the deal.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Dub Con, BDSM, Toys

A/N: second part to @wolfieash​ ask which is here

Taglist: in reblog.

Smut below the cut.

"NO IM NOT GOING ! AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" You yelled chasing Clark into the living room arms cross and lips pulled into a snarl.

He rolled his eyes at you, you'd been throwing a fit all day.

"Sweetheart, you made a deal, gave him your word... you cant go back on it" he insisted once more trying to convince you.

"Yes I can it was my word! Not yours, I can do what I want!" You huffed blowing some hair out of your face it was hard trying to be serious when your hair seemed to want to stick in your mouth.

"No poppet I'm not letting you break you word , now get dressed we leave in a hour" he said quickly spinning you around pressing you to the bedroom door.

"Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere!" You grunted pulling away from him.

"Tonight love I promise, now go get ready august is expecting us..." he said grinning almost sweetly at you.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not going" you stomped a foot at him finally making his brow twitch, jaw tightening in irritation.

He stood taller and let his frame seem to devour the space on the hall making you shrink, shivering as you watched your sweet fiancé become a great predator. A loin or bear?

"Sweetheart enough! Now go get dressed...I laid out your outfit" he ground out severely finally having enough. A deal was a deal... and he wanted your ass!

"Out fit? What outfit-OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" You cried entering your room seeing the shear fabric

"That? Its a little body stocking~" Clark said leaning on the door frame arms crossed wearing a huge grin.

"IM NOT WEARING A FUCKING BODYSTOCKING!"

"Well I would if I were you because if not there will be images of your naked ass being flown about on the front pages tomorrow~" he quipped with a smirk.

"Yo-you wouldn't dare!" You said voice loosing its bite as he stared at you.

"Wouldn't I? I mean come on love anal's on the line~" he teased and moved up behind you and slapped your bottom hard enough to make you yip and jerk away.

"Now hop to it... You've got 50 minuets~" he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

In the end Clarks threat of having you mooney metropolis was too much of a threat and you'd showered and slipped into the body stocking...

But you didn't shave! If they were gonna push through with your whole sex for silence deal then they would live with the consequences! No bare pussy for either of them!

Fuck'em.... or don't? Which was preferable

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, it was that you did... a little more then you should have! It frightened you the way you'd enjoyed being used and fought over.

"Oh come on why the long face angel?" August hummed as he opened the glass doors on his rooftop home, the penthouse was shiny sleek and as dark as the man himself.

"Fuck off august!" you grumbled walking right passed him as soon as Clark put you down

"Oh such a foul mouth! We will have to teach you some manners~" the agent quipped as you entered the bare but masculine space, everything was harsh lines and fucked up art pieces of splotching blocky shades of black, red and deep violet.

"Yes she's very snippy today... has been all week, pouting" Clark huffed shrugging. Taking the offered crystal glass with amber liquid.

"Ah we have a brat on our hands then?" August chuckled and walked through the home quickly snagging one of your elbows and directed you to the playroom, not wasting any time.

"Yeah, she doesn't want me to fuck her ass" Clark summarized with a shrug.

"Aww Why not sweety? You loved me fucking your ass? You cried and withered moaning so beautifully~" august hummed into your ear as he pressed you over the threshold into a large windowless room, strip lighting igniting the room in a light red. The devils den so to speak.

"Sh-shut up you prick" you snarled.

Augusts reply was a tsk and he pressed you over to a padded sawhorse and looked to Clark nodding to the ankle and wrist cuffs.

Clark breezed past him quickly securing you down making you curse him, but by this point it was a formality as you had already soaked yourself through.

"Oh would you look at that? Our little brat is eager~" august said with a chuckle and a warm hand probed you lightly making you jolt and try to squirm away.

"Yes I know, she likes denying herself, its strange she knows we will win but Continues to fight?" He said coming around your side ghosting his fingers over your ribs making you shudder.

"Well lets not waste time shall we? I have a few things out ready but first lets get this fitted shall we?" August said menacingly walking around you brandishing a very large O ring gag.

"After all if she's going to throw a tantrum I don't trust her not to bite" he uttered moving towards you.

"I've never thought of using one of those before... it wont hurt her will it?"

"Only her pride Clark trust me even she needs a... dressing down every once in a while" august reassured him.

Your eyes grew wide as the agent approached with the large gag that looked both threatening and enticing, things had been kinky with august but you hadn't ever gone this far into bdsm before. You were scared and still fighting but not as hard? You were curious and being dominated by them last week had... changed you. It had been thrilling to be so out of control.

"Should we... give her a signal or something? Incase it gets to much?" Clark quizzed, he was still all for it but wanted to be mindful of you. He didn't want to hurt you.

"Trust me she's going to love it, but in the case of something going wrong" august directed his attention to you befo4e continuing.

"There is a small desk bell one the inside of the left leg on the saw horse... if thing get too much hit it three times fast and we will get you down" he said seriously.

You frowned as his gaze bored into you, for a second you believed you saw actual concern in his eyes.

It unsettled you, August couldn't really have any feelings towards you could he? I mean this was blackmail!

You nodded quickly to him letting him know you understood.

Then just like that August was haughty again and quickly fixed the gag in your mouth, setting your teeth in the small grooves that was semi comfortable.

"Shes ready when you are~" the agent hummed and stood back.

Clark darted behind you and helped himself to you and august disappeared from sight.

You moaned into the room as your fiancé roamed your folds as if exploring them for the first time.

He was rougher then usual prodding and impaling you fast and hard before slowing and drawing your own arousal over your presented ass.

You withered as Clark used you body, pressing you higher and higher making you teeter on then edge then back away letting you calm down only to work you up again.

"I thought we could... try something... a little bonus for all of us tonight~" you heard august but couldn't see him.

"I'm listening" Clark said as he plunged his fingers back into you harder throwing off your concentration making you cry out.

"I have this" you tried seeing what August had but was too preoccupied with the maddening strokes of clark's fingers as he pounded away at your g-spot forcing you to try and rock on him chasing a high he had already cruely denied you twice.

"What even is that thing?" Cark said not paying attention to you as your body twisted and pulled trying to cum like a desperate whore.

"Here ill show you~" august said and Clarks fingers disappeared from you making you cry out and moan, your pussy tried holding him but it was to drenched to actually grip him.

Then something was pressed into you, large wide and very short.

"Oh-oh fuck?!AH!" You yelped  awkwardly around the gag as the toy settled, curved forward and down pressing on your gspot without being held. There was a large flat expanse resting outside of you to, the toy curved in a large C shape.

"Does that go up her?"

"No no, we just pop her little clit in here~ and press the button!" You jerked as august moved you, thick fingers prodding your clit and sat the engorged nub into a small round dip and pressed a button.

You squealed tensing all at once as you felt a suction on your clit and roared.

"Holy shit?" Clark said in awe watching as you keened and tried throwing you weight around on the toy that was held in place by your muscles clenching to it so tightly... It was bittersweet in a way, your own body holding the sweet torturous device on your clit.

"And it gets better, press that one" you hear a small click and arched moaning out as the egg like shape inside of you came to life vibrating against your insides.

Clark watched entranced as you withered this is what he'd been missing out on? Fuck!

August darted around you and strokes you hair watching as Clark stripped behind you unable to wait any longer as you thrashed about trying to rock into the toy.

"Shh shh thats a girl, now deep breath your wonderboy may be a little too enthusiastic if your doing all that squirming~"

You froze feeling Clark poise himself at your well lubed ass then grunted as he thrust forward splitting you open.

Clark hissed and moaned loudly as the vibrating egg not only made you quiver and tense around him already threatening to flood the place but it also rubbed his cock as he rutted you.

"Oh fuck- thats amazing! I cant- I shit babe!?" Clark didn't wait he immediately began pounding in to the tight quivering body before him.

August chuckled once more before releasing his own belt buckle. Not wanting to let your wails and monas go to waste.

They would work wonders on his cock, offering the sweetest of releases as you screamed onto his cock as he lodged it into your throat.

August was never into men, but he could develop a thing for corrupting this huge perfect man.

For now August would let you and Clark think you were in control of the deal. Let this one final night play out.

But the seed was sewn and before long he knew Superman would return wanting to explore more and more of this little sex dungeon. And then he will strike another deal.

Because August wasn't opposed to making a little compromise to get decent pussy. If he had to share with Supes so be it, it looked like he could teach the kid a thing or two and he would gladly, because he had many more toys to tease you both with~

If things went to plan he'd have not one but two desperate little subs. And he couldn't wait!

[wizkiddx]

your song blurb

hello!! sorry ive been so inactive and I have got a number of req that I am trying to work through - I am sorry, please be as patient as you can with me. general life shit and all hasn't been ideal. I am aware I reaaallly need to update my master list and will get round to it when I can I promise ;)

also have lots of asks abt the t + z situation but all I have to say is im so very happy for them and hope people respect their privacy ;)

harryhollandxreader // friends --> lovers blurb

summary: harry never sings in front of you, until you need it

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There were some things that Harry, even after being friends for years, kept close to his chest. The one that you always tried to catch him out on was his singing. For some unknown reason, he was super self conscious of it. Every time he was nonchalantly humming along to himself, all it took was for you to make a single sound, and he’d immediately lock his mouth shut. From those fleeting moments, you had thought he didn’t even sound half bad, hence where your frustrations drew.

Because whilst you, who sounded like a cat being tortured, would scream your lungs out - Harry, who wasn’t even that bad, refused to make a fool out of himself.

It was exactly what had happened this evening when you had let yourself into Tom’s house otherwise unannounced. It’d been years since you’d been given a spare key by Harry - when they were both away, you often ‘house-sat’ for Tom; plus, you spent most evenings there too because that was where your best mate was.

Tom had messaged on the group chat to say he would be out for the evening, and Haz was around his girlfriends tonight, meaning on arrival, you’d known it’d just be you and Harry. So once you heard the quiet tune of a song, that you couldn’t quite place yet, safe to say you were on stealth mode. Sliding your shoes off and wincing as the floorboards creaked a little, you slowly crept through the house to find your frizzy-haired friend.

Sure enough, as you made your way through the kitchen, you found him stood over the hob, stirring round a wooden spoon of a saucepan - presumably filled with pasta he’d promised to have ready for you. Pouting as you leaned on the doorframe and crossed your arms, marvelling at him. He was dressed just in grey joggers and his favourite pink hoodie, arms rolled up to his elbow as the poor boy slaved away at the stove.

You stayed silent, to what you now recognised as billy joel, only unable to stifle a giggle when he reached a particularly high note. Like a rabbit caught in headlights, he jumped around and yelled, eyes fiery and pointed at you.

“OH fuck off Y/n!!”

“Billy Joel, an old school choice.” You smirked, now walking into the room to greet him properly.

“How long have you been stalking on me?”

“It’s not stalking if the stalkee gave me the key.”

“I don’t think that’s admissible in court.” He deadpanned back, pouting for a couple more seconds before finally shooting you a wide grin. The boy held his arms out, welcoming you into a proper greeting hug. Happily reciprocating, you inhaled deeply with your face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.

“How was work?” He murmured, already guessing the answer correctly.

“Shit. Exhausting. Hell, you want any more adjectives?” Harry just snorted back as you leaned away from his warmth.

“Nah rule of three is quite enough. Did you never pay attention in GCSE english?”

“Fuck off you can’t even spell GCSE.”

That was always how your friendship had been; it had always been a piss-taking battle. You simply were one of the boys - or at least that’s what you thought. Said boys though (meaning Sam, Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine and even Paddy) disagreed. You didn’t know, or didn’t believe, that Harry did NOT treat you like one of the boys. He cared about you differently, too. Tom thought it didn’t stop there, that Harry did in fact love you.

And yes, you might’ve admitted to Harrison on one very, very drunken night that you had occasionally thought of Harry as something more than your sarky friend. He had been since sworn to silence, though Haz had in fact, told Tom - who only replied with an ‘i told you so’.

Even though everyone else saw your relationship as complicated, to you and Harry it was just simple. You were just the best of friends.

And that’s how the evening went. The two of you were just messing around as usual; after eating the tomatoey pasta creation Harry had tried, you both made a right mess of the washing up - water ending up coating the floor and maybe one of the walls too (Tom would never know). And just like usual, it ended with you sprawled out on one sofa, Harry mirroring you on the adjacent one.

It was love island season, which meant every night at 9 pm there was only one place on earth either of you would be. On your respective sofas, watching the most trashy tv in the world.

Tonight though, no matter how excited you were for the next instalment of who-likes-who, your day of work caught up with you. Not that you noticed, but you’d pretty much passed out as soon as the opening scenes started. There were only two minutes of silence before Harry registered something was up - typically, he was trying to make you shut up so he could actually hear the TV. To investigate, he jumped off the sofa and leaned over the couch, the sight making him pout.

He knew work had been super stressful recently; and he also knew that your insomnia had been coming back with a vengeance. So instead of treating you like ‘one of the boys’ and throwing things until you woke up - Harry used a different approach. He draped the blanket that hung off the side of the sofa over you, biting back a slight smile as you huffed in appreciation for the soft quilt. Then Harry left you alone, knowing you could do with every little bit of rest you could get.

That was all good until it reached the third set of adverts when Harry heard you huff and move about on the sofa. And then again and again. Then again with what sounded like a bit of whimper too.

Brows furrowed, he paused the TV and slowly got up, rounding the sofa to see you somewhat matching his expression. Your face was contorted in one of distress, and you kept thrashing your head from side to side of the pillow. It didn’t take a genius to work out; this was your nightmares rearing their ugly heads.

Harry just wanted to stop this for you. Although the two of you were never particularly ‘mushy’ or vulnerable with each other - he knew just how much you were suffering recently. So without much thought into it, Harry knelt down to sit on the floor, side leaning up against the sofa as he looked towards you. Trying to hush you, he ran his hand over your forehead and over the top of your hair, though it seemed to take little effect. And then, again entirely without hesitation, Harry started to softly sing.

It’s a little bit funny

This feeling inside

I’m not one of those who can easily hide

Why Elton John was the first that came to mind was a mystery to Harry - except maybe that the lyrics ran true a little.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done

I hope you don’t mind

I hope you don’t mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

You’d always loved old 70s music, you were the one that had properly got you into all that stuff - the beatles, billy joel, elton, even a bit of springsteen. He owed half his music taste to your Spotify playlists, even if he’d never admit it to your face.

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see I’ve forgotten, if they’re green or they’re blue

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

With a final huff, you finally settled down, Harry swore he could see all the discomfort literally melting away from your face. It took a minute but your breath evened out, mumbling something incomprehensible as you curled up toward him on the edge of the sofa.

This wasn't the first time he’d sang to you in your sleep - and he sort of hoped it wouldn't be the last either.

feedback is really appreciated <3

harry taglist : @euphorichxlland @lovehollandy12 @pandaxnienke @msmimimerton @crossyourpeter @hallecarey1

[thatoneteadrinker666]

I didn't see your response, and now that im hearing about this alternate version of the story, it would be a fun read - potion anon (ps.) yes im from ur moms posts

ok this took a while because stuff n thangs happened but I wrote it!! So ya

Prison Food (crunch special)

Warnings: hard vore, digestion, fatal vore, cronching, death, all that jazz

-everything that leads up to reader being caught-

“You’re trespassing.” His eyes turned to slits. “Think you can help him break out? Not in my prison.”

“I-“ You weighed the pros and cons of confessing. Maybe if you confessed, he’d let you go with a slap on the wrist. Some upgraded security perhaps. “Y-yes. I don’t think he deserves those conditions.”

The hand holding your shirt tightened, and you were slammed to the ground, forcing the air out of your lungs.

“He’s a MONSTER. He deserves everything that’s happened to him.” Smoke poured from under Sam’s mask. He put a heavy paw on your chest, causing something to crack a little. “And someone who supports such a monster can’t be changed.. there’s no point in even trying.”

You whimpered, shoving at his front legs.

Sam grabbed you by the collar and lifted you up, pinning you against the warm obsidian wall. “And I might as well.. get a free meal out of it.” Using the free hand, he reached up and undid his mask, giving you a nice view of his sharp fangs and slavering maw.

“S-Sam.. please don’t do this. Please.” You begged.

His upper lip curled away from his teeth. With a speed you didn’t even know he could reach, he lunged and snapped his jaws over your right arm, crunching the bone with minimal effort.

A scream tore itself out of your mouth, and tears flooded your vision. Through watery eyes you watched him lick your blood from his lips and teeth, apparently rumbling with satisfaction. Or maybe that was the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You couldn’t tell. With your functioning arm you weakly smacked at his hand.

Sam glared at you, eyes flashing dangerously. He leaned closer and opened his mouth wide. You peered at the red tinted saliva that hung from his teeth, sobbing quietly. He pushed your head into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape against your fragile skin.

You kicked out at him, but stopped when he gave you a rough nibble on your shoulders. His tongue swiped across your face a few times, drooling more at the taste of tears, before he threw his head back and let your upper body slide into his throat.

You were too scared to move. Your stillness was only broken by your injured arm being swallowed into his gullet, and you proceeded to scream and thrash.

Sam would’ve bitten you because of the thrashing, but you’d already vanished down his throat, so there was nothing to bite. So he growled quietly and did a big gulp to fully push you into his first stomach.

Upon entering his stomach, you landed on your broken arm, which caused a new round of tears and screaming.

“You’re one of those types.. ugh.. so loud and annoying.” Sam grumbled. “I was going to keep you there for a bit just to mess with you, but your crying is bothering me.”

Your surroundings shifted as he started to walk back to his office. The muscular walls of his stomach squeezed you forcefully, jostling your injury and making it hard to breathe.

“S-Sam.. please. I don’t want to die..” You whined.

“Maybe no one wants it, but some people deserve it.” He spat back. “I’d let Dream join you, but then he’d get a nice clean death. It’s not what he earned. Not after all his crimes.”

You quivered, hearing something below you groan. You’d always wondered how his anatomy worked as a taur. Now you were about to find out.

Sam pressed against his abdomen, massaging you down into the lower stomach, grumbling to himself about ways of torturing Dream. He seemed to not even care about you anymore. It was like you’d just turned into food. Which, technically, you were.

You kicked your legs, whimpering, but you weren’t able to stop yourself from being moved into his second stomach. It was bigger than the first, but more humid and active. More liquid had accumulated there, and when your skin touched it, it burned horribly. Sam’s voice was even more muffled now, between the layers of skin and muscle between you two, and the thundering clash of his internal organs.

——-

You didn’t know how long you’d sat there. Maybe it was three minutes. Or three hours. But you couldn’t feel your body anymore. It might not have been there. All you could feel was the boiling heat of the taur’s stomach and the squeezing of the fleshy walls against you. Fuzz started to fill your head, closing your eyes and blocking out any thoughts. It all went black.

[2dmenenthusiast]

Grounded - Levi Ackerman x Reader

I had this whole thing typed out but it all got deleted cuz im an idiot so all I’ll say is that writing for Levi is hella difficicult, I hate the ending, and I hope you all enjoy. also yes there is a line from TWD in here but it fit so perfectly and it was too good to pass up okay? and I gave Hange they/them pronouns btw

(also one of my favorite fanfic writers @phen0l​ followed me and uhh I just wanna say that I’m honored?? They write amazing Levi fics and fics for other fandoms, so make sure to go check them out)

Summary: The Scouts are getting ready for the 57th expedition outside the walls, and you can’t help but let Levi know how worried you feel about the possible outcome of the mission

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings/other info: swearing, angst, death, spoilers for AOT season 1, reader has possible anxiety, reader is kept gender nuetral

No matter how many times you face them, no matter how many times you find yourself suspended in mid-air right over their gaping mouths, ready to swallow you whole, you will always have nightmares about that one fateful day in Shiganshina. The day the Colossal Titan kicked in Wall Maria and let his friends feast on the people in your district. Your friends, family, all destined to be one thing at that moment. Titan fodder. You still wonder how you made it out sometimes. How through all the commotion, a titan didn’t target you and scoop you into its mouth, effectively sealing your fate just like everyone around you. You chalked it up to luck at first before telling yourself that was bullshit. Luck didn’t have anything to do with it. Shit just happens, and there’s nothing you can do about it besides roll with the punches and try your best to survive.

The sight of your sister and father being eaten by those beasts was permanently engraved behind your eyelids, seeing flashes of their thrashing, screaming bodies whenever you close your eyes to go to sleep. In those moments, you always wondered why you survived rather than them. Your sister… she was the sweetest little thing, lighting up a room whenever she smiled and constantly greeting you at the door with a hug whenever you came back from shopping in town. You swore her laugh was all you needed to take you right out of a bad mood, reminding you that things weren’t so bad if you had someone so full of joy in your life. And your father, while he was stubborn, he made sure to take care of his family the best he could, and you were forever grateful for that. He raised you to be strong and rely on yourself because in the end, the only person you truly had on your side was you.

No one really knew about your past. Well, besides your superiors who needed to know, but other than them, your fellow cadets knew the bare minimum about your private life. Although, when they found out you were from Shiganshina, they all just automatically assumed you suffered a great loss of some kind, whether it be your family or your home. In your case, it was both. Of course, you were close with some of the other soldiers. Eld and Petra were people you considered to be good friends with, along with the rest of your captain’s squad. Though, that didn’t stop you from wanting to deck Oluo in the face whenever he got too cocky, throwing his arm around your shoulders during lunch before immediately removing it when you would elbow him in the ribs.

“Jeez, Oluo. You think you’d learn by now. What is this, the fifth, sixth time?” Petra asked, pushing a stray hand of hair behind her ear.

“Seventh,” you chimed as you brought a spoonful of soup up to your mouth.

“Aw, you’ve been keeping count. That must mean you actually like me.”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked over at him, placing the spoon back in your bowl before licking the remaining soup off of your lips. “You know this food is still steaming. Don’t make me throw it at your old ass face.”

He let out a noise of protest while the rest of the table laughed, and you snickered to yourself before shifting your gaze to meet Levi’s, his steely eyes almost piercing through you before he looked down into his cup and tuned back into the conversation his commander and squad leader Hange were having, watching as the dark liquid swirled around.

You always knew Levi to be a man of few words, but a strong sense of purpose. He wasn’t one to waste time on trivial things, always wanting to get straight to the point. He didn’t seem to be the type to waste time on feelings either, but you guessed it wasn’t any of your business. You knew he felt things. Experienced emotions and all that. You’d be stupid to think he didn’t. During training, when he’d survey your group to see how things were going, there would always be gossip when he left, your peers saying how he was cold and emotionless, but you disagreed. You had already heard the rumors of the captain being some type of underground gangster at that point, so when you really thought about it, it wasn’t unusual or weird for him to act the way he did. Something, someone, had made him that way, and that was okay. Something had affected all of you too. The world you all lived in didn’t have the time to spare you from grief or trauma.

“Cadet l/n.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden mention of your name, lifting your head to see your captain entering the mess hall with a signature cup of tea in his hand, and you gave him a lazy smile before looking back down at your own cup, the liquid having gone cold over the time you had been sitting there. Levi didn’t reprimand you for not saluting him, just silently walked over and occupied the seat across from you, looking at you with that stern gaze of his.

“You should be asleep. I won’t make training any easier for you tomorrow just because you’re tired.”

“This isn’t unusual for me, captain. Just needed something else to look at that wasn’t my bedroom wall,” you said, your voice quiet.

He slightly tilted his head as he studied you, lifting his hand to gesture around the room. “And you thought an empty mess hall would be better?”

You let out a scoff, meeting his eyes for a moment before sipping at your drink and immediately grimacing at the taste of it. “It’s better than the alternative. For now, at least.”

He didn’t respond at first, simply staring off into the distance as he let your words sink in before setting down his cup with a soft ‘clink.’ You thought that maybe if you weren’t so over everything at the moment, you wouldn’t be acting so casual with your superior, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Hopefully this wouldn’t bite you in the ass later

“You’re not the first one here to experience nightmares, you know.”

“Oh, so you have this talk with all of the cadets in the middle of the night?”

“No,” he answered simply, taking another sip of his drink.

You didn’t know why, but that simple interaction had been the best one you had with another person in months. Sure, you loved the company of your friends, but talking to Levi was just so… different. Almost liberating in a way. There were things you had told him that you never told anyone else during your late-night meetings, and it got to the point where you had found yourself looking forward to talking with him. Because you knew that behind his gaze was a man that felt so much, and you knew what that was like.

“You know… I only really made it out because they were too busy eating my family.”

Levi paused at that, eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at you over his cup that was pressed to his lips. He didn’t speak at first, taking his time as he leisurely drank his tea, and you could practically feel the depth of the silence looming over the both of you like it was its own presence.

“Shit, maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut,” you thought, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you anxiously waited for Levi’s response.

You didn’t want him to pity you. That was never your intention. You guessed you just.... wanted someone to know what you were thinking and feeling, tired of constantly keeping it to yourself. If you got eaten by a titan one day, you’d at least want someone to know who you were. Who you really were.

“Sorry, I um…” you looked around at everything besides the man sitting in front of you, trying to find a way to fill the silence. “You probably don’t wanna hear some sob story from some cadet, I-”

“‘Some cadet?’”

Your eyes snapped over to his, mouth slightly agape before swallowing thickly. “I… Well I mean-”

“Talking like that about yourself isn’t going to change anything or make anything better. You’re not just some cadet, and I’m even willing to say that you’re not as bad as some of the shit-for-brains we have here. You came here to do the same thing everyone else is here to do. Fight for humanity. Whether your end goal is selfish or to try and relieve yourself of some guilt from the past, it doesn’t matter.” He leaned closer to you, elbows placed on the table as he pinned you with his gaze. “Every life sacrificed out there matters. So does yours, even if you don’t think it does. And it’s our job to make sure those soldiers don’t die in vain. 

You didn’t know what to say. No one had ever really talked to you like this, so how could you know how to respond? Luckily, he started speaking again so that you didn’t have to.

“Your family…  it’s a shame what happened to them. What you had to go through. But, their deaths will be avenged, and I will make damn sure of it.”

That night was the first time you cried in probably months. You thought Levi would think of you as some pathetic little soldier, trying to gain the sympathy of their captain, but he didn’t. He just placed a hand over yours and let you cry, and you remembered how you were sort of surprised by how warm he was. You remember that talk like it was only yesterday when in reality it was years ago. You and Levi didn’t talk as much as you used to, considering the fact that he was constantly busy with helping the titan shifter cadet, Eren Jaeger, and you had been recruited to squad leader, so you had your own people to deal with. But that didn’t mean you two never spoke. Whenever your paths crossed, you’d make sure to give him a little greeting, whether it was a simple wave or a “hello.” And occasionally, when you couldn’t sleep and you’d come down to the mess hall, he was there, a steaming cup of tea in front of him, and you’d talk for a few hours until you both agreed it was time to try and catch some sleep.

Now, the soldiers were getting ready for the 57th expedition, and you couldn’t shake off the bad feeling you got whenever you thought about it. Of course, every expedition was dangerous. More often than not, the scouts would come back from outside the walls with more than a few dead, and on bad days, their numbers would be cut in half. Eren was making progress, and you hoped he would be useful, but a part of you was still doubtful.

“I’m worried,” you stated, arms crossed over your chest as you stood next to Levi, watching the cadets train vigorously.

“You always worry.”

You glanced over at the man and huffed, seeing him completely focused on the soldiers before you lightly kicked your boot into the dirt. “I guess that’s kinda my thing, isn’t it? Can you blame me though? We’ve seen what Eren can do, but… he hardly has it under control. And this isn’t exactly a normal expedition.”

“Things will turn out the way they turn out. There’s nothing we can do except make sure things go the best way they can.”

You sighed. Levi was able to reassure you most of the time, but other times he did nothing to calm your nerves. It wasn’t his job to, though. His responses were straightforward, and if you didn’t like it then that was just something you had to deal with.

“Ever the optimist, Levi,” you said, a sarcastic lilt to your voice, and you smiled when he glanced at you before shaking his head.

“Hey! You’re not here to slack off. Pick up the pace before I make you all train through dinner.”

You were used to Levi giving out orders. Hell, he gave them to you all the time, but his commanding voice sent shivers down your spine at that moment.

“He’s a freaking tiny tyrant, I swear,” you heard one of the cadets mutter, and you couldn’t help but snicker as you turned your head away from your captain, covering your mouth to conceal your smile.

“Find something funny?”

You cleared your throat as you shook your head, turning to Levi with a grin and shrugging your shoulders. “Not at all, captain. Just have a little cough is all.”

“Mhm. Maybe I should make you run it off then.”

“Aw c’mon, Levi. Have a little laugh. We all need one once in a while, especially considering the day you’re all going to have tomorrow.”

He just let out a hum, and your smile slowly dropped as you looked out at the horizon, the sky painted in beautiful strokes of orange and pink. Yes, you were right, you all needed those small moments of joy in this fucked up world you lived in, but you weren’t stupid enough to believe that those moments could last forever. Sometimes you just had to face the reality of the situation you were all in, and you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled you as you thought about tomorrow.

“You’re overthinking. Stop it,” Levi said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head and gave him a smile that felt bittersweet. “I can’t help it sometimes. I wish I could go with you.”

“We have enough force and skill in the recruits we have for the expedition. It would be a waste to put you and your squad into it and leave you hanging with no real job to do.”

“No real job? We’d be doing what everyone else would be; killing titans and keeping Eren safe! How would we not be useful? You know for a fact that my squad and I are plenty skilled and-”

“We can’t risk more sacrifices by putting you out there. We have enough people to hopefully accomplish what we need to.”

“Then why wasn’t my squad a first choice to go beyond the walls this time? We’re more capable than most of the people here and you know it. Maybe if I talk to Erwin he’ll-”

“This wasn’t just Erwin’s decision, it was mine. And your insubordination is starting to get irritating, so I suggest you take a walk.”

You looked at Levi with widened eyes, disbelief clear on your face, and you swallowed down what you actually wanted to say before letting out a deep breath.

“Levi, I-”

“Take a walk, l/n. I don’t wanna hear about it.”

You simply blinked at him a few times, clearly upset by the way he addressed you, before letting out a scoff and walking away, your jaw and fists clenched tightly. Yes, maybe you were being a bit childish, but you refused to acknowledge that when you felt so pissed at the moment.

“I mean, how can he just treat me like that?! Just completely dismiss me and not even give me a reasonable answer! He’s so… He’s just so… Ugh!”

You groaned and rested your head in your hands as you sat across from Hange, your friend looking at you with raised brows as they idly tapped their fingers against the table.

“I mean, he is your superior, y/n.”

“But that’s not the point! Like, yeah okay, I know he’s my captain and all that, but… We’ve always just been casual with each other. We’ve never seen each other as our ranks. I still respect him and follow his orders when he gives them but…” You let out a noise of frustration and slammed your fists down on the table. “That doesn’t give him the right to just pull out the superiority card whenever it benefits him!”

Hange blinked a few times before letting out a sigh, brushing a piece of stray hair out of their face as they leaned back in their chair, shrugging their shoulders. “I mean, he said it was also his decision, right? So maybe… he’s trying to keep you safe?”

Your eyes widened almost comically, feeling heat travel up the back of your neck at the mention of the possibility that Levi was concerned about your safety. “I-I… I mean he- um.”

“Oh my, are you getting flustered, y/n? Does the thought of Levi caring about you make your heart race?” Hange asked, a playful smirk on their face.

“Stop! For the love of everything, please stop,” you whined, waving your hands in front of you as you tried to ignore how embarrassed you felt. 

Hange just laughed at you, continuing to poke fun until you threatened to not be a part of their crazy experiments anymore, to which they quickly backed off. You thought talking with Hange might make you feel better, but hours later when you were pacing in front of the door to Levi’s office, you still wanted to rip your hair out as you thought of what to say to him. Letting out a huff and straightening your posture, trying to gain some nerve, you raised your hand to knock on the door, only for it to suddenly open and reveal your captain, his cravat having come off and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

“Your incessant pacing is driving me up the wall. What do you want?”

Oh, so he had heard you. You avoided eye-contact, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of your neck before clearing your throat to try and relieve some of the awkwardness you felt.

“Um… can I come in?”

You both stood there for a moment, Levi’s gaze traveling up and down your body before stepping aside to let you in, and you gave him a small, appreciative nod as you walked inside his office. The tension in your shoulders was almost painful, your whole body almost stiff as Levi walked in front of you to sit on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. It was only Levi, a man you had come to know for years. And while you didn’t know everything about him, you still considered you both to be somewhat close. So why were you feeling so weird right now?

“Uh… I wanted to talk about this afternoon,” you said, mindlessly fidgeting with your fingers.

Levi raised a curious brow, letting you linger in silence for a moment before letting out a soft hum. “Not sure it’s something worth talking about.”

Lips curving into a small frown, you mimicked his posture and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one foot. “Well, I think we left some things… unaddressed back there, and I wanna talk about it.”

He didn’t say anything, and you were starting to get pissed, your fuse short enough as it is. Your frustration finally hit its peak when he grabbed the cup of tea next to him and wordlessly took a sip, and you swore at that moment you wanted to take the cup and smash it against his head.

“Goddammit, would you stop drinking your stupid fucking tea and listen to me?!” you yelled, and you could see a flash of shock in his eyes at your outburst before he glared at you, setting his cup down.

“You wanna repeat that?”

“Oh, don’t get all fucking ‘Captain Levi’ on me. You know exactly what all of this is about. You didn’t even try to give me a reasonable explanation earlier, and I feel like I deserve one.”

“Do you? You think you deserve something for acting like this?”

“I’m not a child!”

“But I am your superior, which you seem to forget quite a lot.”

“That is such bullshit! Since when have you given two fucks about ranks when it comes to us? I follow your orders when I have to, not when you use your superiority when it’s most convenient for you.” 

Levi clicked his tongue as he got off of his desk, rounding it to sit in his chair, and your fists were clenched so tightly it was becoming almost painful, your nails digging into your palms.

“You know, you say you’re not a child, yet you constantly act like one. Throwing a fit when you don’t get your way. Sometimes I wonder why Erwin made the decision to promote you.”

Your eyes widened as you softly gasped, questioning if you heard Levi correctly, but you know you did. There was no mistaking it. You always believed that Levi knew that you were capable, that you could protect yourself. But now he made you question if he really thought those things. Did he even respect you as a soldier? After countless nights of spilling your guts to him and him reassuring you… did he think of you as just some simple-minded cadet? You felt like your heart was in your throat and tears were threatening to spill, but you just swallowed everything down and turned your head away.

“Good luck on the expedition tomorrow,” you muttered, and you were quick to leave his office and rush back to your room, tears spilling down your cheeks.

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When it came time for your fellow scouts to leave for the expedition in the morning, you were a bit reluctant to watch them, knowing that you’d end up automatically spotting Levi in the crowd, and the petty side of you wanted to ignore him at all costs. However, the rational side of you remembered that it wasn’t just Levi going out there, it was other soldiers as well, most of them you knew personally, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give them a proper send-off, knowing the likelihood of some of them not making it back. So, you dragged yourself out of bed and made yourself presentable, slipping on your jacket as you stepped out of your room.

“Y/n!”

You turned at the shout of your name, seeing Hange waving excitedly at you as they jogged down the hall, slowing down to walk with you.

“So? How did it go with Captain Shorty?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, bringing your fingers up to rub at your temples to try and cease the headache you already felt coming. “I don’t even wanna talk about it.”

“Dang, that bad, huh?” Hange grimaced.

“You have no idea. I just wanna forget about it”

Hange didn’t say anything more on the topic after that, simply talking about random things with you as you walked outside to the stables. You had a bad feeling settled in your stomach ever since you woke up, but as more time passed it just got worse.

“Hange,” you muttered, the squad leader turning towards you with raised eyebrows as they held the reins to their horse.

“Uh… Please be careful out there, okay?”

Hange looked shocked for a moment before their mouth split into a wide grin, and they quickly pulled you into a tight hug, which you immediately reciprocated.

“Aw, y/n! Don’t worry about me, I’m always careful!”

“That is such a lie, but I’ll believe you anyway,” you chuckled.

Pulling away from each other, Hange mounted their horse and joined the rest of the scouts at the gate, and you went to stand at the sidelines with the rest of your peers to watch them. Your eyes immediately caught sight of a head of familiar black hair, and you felt your heart grow heavy and your chest tighten, almost wishing he would feel your gaze and look over at you. But he didn’t and with Erwin’s war-cry, they charged through the open gate, the horses kicking up dirt and dust, and you only got a glance at their retreating figures before the gate was closed again.

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Every minute that ticked by felt like hours. You didn’t know how long they would be gone, the time usually spent outside the walls ranging from a few hours to a few days. You hoped it was the former, knowing that the longer they were out there, the more likely they were to get killed. You knew your comrades were skilled, having been outside the walls with them and seen their skills up close, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Now with the Eren being a titan shifter and a traitor in your midst, anything could happen.

You almost didn’t acknowledge the shouting of your fellow soldiers that afternoon, too focused on taking care of some of the horses in the stables. But when you finally heard it, you quickly stopped what you were doing and ran to the gate. They were back. Adrenaline coursed through you as your heart pounded like a drum against your chest, and when you finally caught sight of the returning scouts, you immediately stopped in your tracks. The look on their faces was one of defeat, and you could already tell just by looking at them that not all of them made it back. When you spotted Hange, you felt some relief wash over you and you quickly made your way over to them, walking beside their horse.

“Hange, what happened? Was the mission successful?”

Hange didn’t answer, a blank look on their face, which was identical to the expressions on all of the other soldier’s faces. It was a bad day, that much you could tell, and you made brief eye-contact with Levi before looking for your friends. Only… you couldn’t see them. Turning around frantically, you spotted Eren laying in a cart and ran over, jumping in beside him as you glanced at his hand clutching Mikasa’s. He looked even worse than everyone else did. No, loss was never easy, but Eren was just a kid, and experiencing so much of it at his age must have been devastating for him, especially when he was so passionate about saving humanity.

“Eren, tell me what happened. Who… Who did we lose?” you asked.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to know the answer, seeing Eren so broken and torn up already told you that what happened out there wasn’t good, but when was it ever? The boy had tears falling down his cheeks, trying to keep his sobs quiet, and Mikasa just looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Y/n, I don’t think right now’s a good time-”

“Please!” You gripped the cape that was laid over top of Eren, eyes focussed on the blue and white wings embroidered on the back and you sniffled as you tried to hold back the tears that were desperately trying to come out. “I… I need to know. Please, Eren…”

He stared at you with wide eyes, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed before letting out a shuddered breath. “They… We were after the female titan and she… I couldn’t save them, y/n. They died protecting me!”

Your face seemed void of any emotion as Eren’s words sunk in, piercing your heart like a million knives, and all you did was nod silently before jumping out of the cart, your mind going on autopilot as you walked. You didn’t need him to explain who he was talking about for you to already put the pieces together. Levi had told you that Eren was going to be a part of his squad so that he could keep an eye on him, and his squad was in charge of protecting him. He had become humanity’s number one asset after all. Civilians were shouting at all of you, cursing at you and hurling insults at your face. You weren’t even one of the scouts on the expedition, but that didn’t matter. As long as you wore the wings of freedom on your back, you were a bastard like the rest of them. No more, no less.

You had stumbled too close to the crowd, too preoccupied with your thoughts to even notice, until a large man gripped your shoulders and pushed you in front of the horses, your body landing harshly in the dirt as some of the people laughed at you. You heard someone shout your name, but it sounded distant to you, everyone’s drowned out underneath the roaring of your thoughts. You shifted yourself onto your hands and knees, only to look up and see Hange crouched down in front of you, a concerned expression on their face.

“Y/n, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

There was a ringing in your ears as you looked at them, trying desperately to just get a grip.

The dirt under my hands, the dryness in my mouth, the shouts of the citizens, the musty smell of the horses… Hange right in front of me.

“I’m fine. I… I’m fine.”

The single tear slipping down your cheek went unnoticed by you, but it was one of the things that let Hange know that you were lying. That you weren’t fine. Reaching out to wipe the tear away Hange shook their head.

“Y/n-”

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

Giving Hange a tight-lipped smile, you picked yourself up off the ground and made your way back to the Scout’s headquarters, feeling everyone’s eyes on your back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Levi was watching you too.

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You didn’t keep track of how long you cried that day, keeping yourself locked in your room and sobbing until your body physically couldn’t produce any more tears. The last time you cried this much was when your family died, same thing could be said when you thought about the last time you felt this way. Like all hope was lost. You found yourself questioning what the point of all of this was for a moment before you quickly slapped yourself out of that thought. You knew why you had to do this, why the Survey Corps was important. But shit, all this loss? You didn’t know how much more you could take. Especially if days like today became more frequent.

Then you got to thinking about Levi and the stupid argument you had yesterday. At the time, you felt like your feelings were justified, and maybe they were, but now you felt like a complete idiot for arguing with him, especially the day before an expedition where it was one hundred percent possible that he could’ve died out there. The thought of your last interaction being some petty argument made more tears fall, and you gripped the sheets of your bed so tightly that you thought they might rip. Did he even want to speak to you now? Maybe he realized that you were just some immature little soldier and wanted nothing to do with you.

No, you couldn’t accept that. You wouldn’t. Standing from your bed, you harshly wiped at your eyes and sniffled, trying to look like you weren’t crying for hours on end - even though it was pointless, you knew Levi would be able to tell immediately - and exited your room to start making your way to Levi’s office. Your nerves were kicked into high gear, but you refused to let this man intimidate you. You were going to let him know how you felt and he was going to listen. Of course, your confidence immediately deflated when you found yourself standing in front of his door, but you swallowed down your nerves and knocked, taking a deep breath.

Levi’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door, telling you to come in, and you let out a small huff as you gripped the doorknob and let yourself in. He didn’t even look up from the paperwork in front of him when you walked in, and as the door closed behind you and you moved to stand in front of his desk with your hands held behind your back, you lightly cleared your throat to get his attention. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and you could feel yourself shrink under his gaze. There was no doubt he saw what happened earlier today when they came back, and from the way he was examining you, you knew he could easily tell that you had been crying.

“Did you need me?” he asked, and you sharply inhaled at the sound of his voice. It felt like forever since he talked to you last, and hearing him speak made your stomach do flips.

“Uh… I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t really practice what I was going to say before I came in here.”

He raised a brow at you. “‘Practice?’”

“I mean, it’s kinda hard to talk to you. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s just… Ah shit, I don’t know. It might just be me. I’m not the best at articulating, you know?”

He hummed and grabbed his cup as you let out a sigh, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and leaning your elbows on your knees, bouncing your leg. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wordlessly gazed at him for a moment, a made-up image of his death flashing in your mind before you shook your head and ran your hand down your face.

“Look, um… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for yesterday. For questioning your judgment when I should’ve just dealt with it. You’re my superior and I disrespected you so… Again, I’m sorry.”

Silence fell between you for a moment before he let out a sigh, setting down his cup before leaning his chin against his propped up hand. “Don’t apologize. You were right.”

Your eyes widened. Did you hear that correctly? “Uh, I’m sorry?”

Getting up from his seat, he rounded his desk to stand in front of you, and you were even more confused. You swore he would’ve been done with you by now.

“You said you and your squad were more than capable of handling the mission. You were right. Or at least, you were right at the time. The female titan would’ve wiped us all out if she wanted to, just like she did my squad. I don’t doubt that if you went after her, you’d be dead right now too.”

You stiffened slightly at his words, fingers gripping your knees as you let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “Oh.”

“As captain, I’m supposed to remain unbiased. My decisions should be based on the greater good of humanity and my comrades. If my judgment is wrong, then that’s something I have to live with. Making my squad protect Eren was my decision, and they died.” He let out a long breath. “When Erwin decided to not bring you on the expedition, I was opposed to it at first. I knew that you and your squad would be able to aid us greatly, but I couldn’t sway him. However, now that I think about it, I’m glad you weren’t there.”

You were at a loss for words. When Hange had joked the other day about Levi caring about you, you didn’t take it seriously. But now that you were hearing all of this… Did he care for you? Or was it just your wishful thinking that was causing you to interpret things wrong? Slowly standing up, you briefly met his gaze before walking over to the window and looking out at the night sky, the sun having gone down a while ago, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you tried to piece together what you wanted to say to him.

“Even if you think I was right, I’m still sorry. I don’t like arguing, especially with you. And the fact that you had to go on an expedition the next day…” You swallowed thickly. “I was scared. I know you say that there’s no use regretting the decisions we’ve made, but if you died out there today and a stupid argument was the last interaction we ever had, I would’ve regretted it every day of my life.” You turned to face him, eyes glossing over. “I would’ve beat myself up when I know you’d want me to continue to be strong. But I feel like I can’t do that without you, and I feel so weak and stupid for saying that. For feeling like the only thing that gives me hope in this godforsaken world is you.”

Levi remained silent, not that you expected him to say anything, and you sniffled as you reached up to wipe at your teary eyes before sighing and giving him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t wanna hear some silly confession. I’ll let you get back to your business,” you said, walking past Levi to get to the door, but you didn’t make it that far when his hand suddenly shot out and gripped your arm, causing you to turn back and look at him.

“Why do you always do that?”

Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You never take yourself seriously and act like the people around you don’t either. You’re self-deprecating. You did the same thing when I found you in the mess hall years ago. Why?”

“I… I don’t know, I guess I just get nervous around you.”

“Why?”

Your mouth felt dry suddenly, and your heart was racing as Levi’s grip on your arm tightened and he pulled you closer. “Because… I want to be strong in front of you. I don’t want you to see me as someone immature and incapable, and I’m scared of embarrassing myself in front of you.”

“Did you find your confession embarrassing? Do you want me to forget about it?”

“If you want to.”

“Mm. And what if I don’t?”

You let out a shuddered breath, eyes flitting down to his lips for a moment. “Then what will you do about it?”

Neither of you moved at first, your gaze not leaving one another, and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest, it was going so fast. You wondered if Levi was experiencing the same feeling. Wondered if underneath that stoic, calm expression, his blood was pumping in his ears and his pulse was going crazy. You were waiting for him to do something, anything, as he stared at you with an almost challenging look. It made anger flare up in you for some reason, and you clenched your jaw as you narrowed your eyes. 

No, I won’t let this get away from me.

Reaching up, your hand grabbed at his cravat, yanking him forward into an almost desperate kiss that had your mind reeling. His brows were scrunched up, body tense, before finally relaxing, and you could feel him almost melt into you as he brought both of his hands up to hold your face, eagerly responding. Your frustration had been building up ever since your fight, and you felt like you were both letting it all out now, each kiss hungry and rushed, barely able to pull your faces away before one of you was pulling the other one in again.

“Fuck, I can’t stand you sometimes,” you breathed out between kisses, fingers weaving into Levi’s dark locks and lightly tugging, causing him to let out a soft groan against your lips.

“Stop talking.”

You don’t know when the anxiety started bubbling in your stomach or why your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your throat, all you knew was that every sensation was suddenly overwhelming. Levi’s hands, his lips, his breath against your face, it was all too much. You were suddenly pushing him away, tears quickly building up behind your eyes as you panted for breath. Whether it be from the desperateness of your kisses, or the constricting of your chest, you didn’t know. You just knew that everything was suddenly hitting you at once, and you couldn't get a grasp on how to deal with it.

“Y/n…”

Right, Levi was still here, and he looked at you with a hand slightly reached out, waiting for you to meet him halfway. You hesitated, staring at his hand like you were trying to see through it, before eventually grabbing it, and he slowly pulled you into his chest. Your arms were limp at your sides, silent tears streaming down your face as Levi held you.

“They’d be proud of you, y/n. You know that.”

You felt like you had been falling all of your life, nothing to stop you, nothing to hold onto as you plummeted through an endless abyss. But now, as you brought your hands up to grip the back of Levi’s jacket and sobbed into his shoulder, for once, you felt like your feet had finally found the ground.

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Hi, congrats on 800 followers! Can I please get a Six of Crows ship? I’m have short brown hair (I dyed red last week) and green eyes. I don't mind if im shipped with a girl or a boy. I like reading (no romantic novels), music and photography. I'm Aquarius. I’m very curious. I'm a little shy and even cold at first. I’m not good with feelings, I mostly keep them to myself if I can, but I care deeply for my loved ones and would do anything to help them, even if I'm not very good at giving advice. ☆

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake, I hope you like it! I ship you with jesper fahey!

You don’t imagine the extent of my joy to be able to add a gif of an actual real person for Jesper... however shall I survive until Aprid 23rd?

For the longest time, you thought the world started and ended at your corner of Fjerda, in your frozen estate by the True Sea.

You were descented from minor Fjerdan nobility, and your father, jaded by Court Life and its political intrigues - and, unofficially, penniless after giving his all for the sempiternal wars on Ravka -, had decided to leave the capital and retire to his family’s estate by the sea a few years after you were born.

All you had ever known were the large, marbled corridors you’d spend entire afternoons wandering, daydreaming about adventures in the confines of the country - or living the lavish life of a true Fjerdan princess, in an outrageously enormous bed of satin sheets...

The house was spacious and beautiful, with a marvelous view over the sea, gently carrying its boats to and fro before you - and you’d stay there on the balcony in your flowy white dress, admiring the ocean until you couldn’t fight the chills of the night creeping up your spine anymore; but as tranquil and languid as your existence was, it was also terribly lonely.

All you longed for was a sibling, a friend, a partner in crime, someone you could explore the world and go on quests with...

... until a lighting bolt tore the silence, one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you had gone on a walk by the shore as you often did - your father was never worried about it, since you knew the rocks and their cracks like the back of your hand, and would know the way back home even with your eyes closed.

But you were so absorbed by the distant twinkling of stars that you didn’t notice the shadows creeping up behind you until it was too late.

Screams in a language you can’t understand; an arm around your neck in a chokehold, another slipping under your knees; you thrash around, slice all you can, bite and claw at all you can grasp...

Your abductors know better than to let Fjerdan nobility get away from their grasp. They don’t know exactly who you are - but they’ve guessed from the distinguished aspect of your house that there’s a fine sum to gain from whoever will be willing to pay for you - your father for a ransom, or anyone else, in Kerch, who’ll make good use of your services.

Those brothels in Ketterdam pay good money for young girls, they hear - even more so for a Fjerdan pearl.

When they throw you on an overloaded carriage like a potato sack, you’re still yelling at the top of your lungs, pleading for your father, for one of your maids, for anyone to help you.

But no one hears.

You shed all the tears you have in the first night, tossed around in a dark chariot, off to somewhere unknown. Your father hasn’t prepared you for this - nothing, not even your books nor your fantastical imaginary adventures...

But you don’t intend on being sold off that easily. So you devise a plan to get away.

The first opportunity to break free presents itself when your kidnappers force you to board a ship; but they manage to catch you before you’ve run very far.

But second time’s the charm; with nothing better to do during the voyage than to bide your time and gnaw at your bonds, you’re able to slip from your captor’s watch, and blindly run through the harbor - just to get as far as possible from the stench of this floating carcass.

The first thing that strikes you is the odor. You’ve known the sea forever - it’s clear and bright as ice, and smells of fresh mornings and cold salt; never of this green rot that festers everywhere in these streets... and all those chimneys, all those people, who stare you down as you run down these grimy streets, barefoot in your off-white dress...

You understand that you’re farther from home than you’ve ever been, and it’s not a thrilling adventure, it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and you want nothing more than to burst into tears.

But you don’t, because a pair of strangers flag you down in a language you don’t understand.

A tall and lanky dark-skinned boy, wearing vibrant fabric and a self-assured grin; and possibly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, all bright eyes and genuine frown.

Paralyzed, you open your mouth, once, twice, incapable of making the slightest sound; until the girl notices your visible discomfort, and, eyeing your pale eyes, asks in the slightest of Ravkan accents;

“Are you Fjerdan?”

You nod with all your soul. You’re ready to cling onto them both for dear life.

“What happened to you?”

Your voice fails you - you can’t explain it - you haven’t even comprehended it all. You were curled up in front of the fireplace just the night before...

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shake your head with despair, trying to blink back the tears.

“Come with us. We know someone who’ll help you.”

You don’t mull it over very long. Maybe it’s your sheltered uprbinging that has made you naive; maybe it’s the curiously comforting warmth you see in the Ravkan girl’s eyes; but you simply have no better option, and you can’t understand a word of Kerch, or wherever it is that this barbarian folk speak.

Although your two saviors start arguing, probably about whether or not they can reasonably take you in, your tear-stained cheeks and desperate vulnerability are enough to convince them - so you follow them.

Into the lair of the Dregs, of whom you’ve never heard - and of Kaz Brekker, who you know very well.

After all, he’s the infamous gangster who invaded your homeland, broke into the Ice Court, and stole the Shu boy - or so you saw your father read in the papers. To know that you are under the same roof as that lowlife would be enough to give your father a heart attack...

You’re half convinced that he’ll throw you back to the streets, but Nina and, surprisingly, Jesper as well, plead in your favor with a greatly convincing fervor. You learn that it’s probably because Kaz has much greater worries on his mind - the criminal group is planning on retrieving one of their own from the clutches of a treacherous business partner, or so you’ve gathered.

Either way, you’re more than happy that the terrifying and redoubtable Kaz Brekker is leaving you alone, and that you can enjoy Jesper’s company.

You two become unexpectedly good friends overtime. He comes to visit you at the Crow Club, where you’re staying, almost every day. Yet communication is not your strong suit, especially in a language you don’t understand at all, and you don’t fancy yourself a particularly enthralling girl to be around.

Not when one has lived the life of a criminal, a sharpshooter, a wanderer, a playboy... well, all those things that Jesper prises himself on being, and all those words he’s taught you in Kerch.

(That and the curse words, of course, that you’re a bit intimidated to use at first, until they slip out of your mouth one evening when you drop your plate at dinner with the Dregs, and the entire canteen falls dead silent.)

“Did she just say ‘fuck’?”

“I think she just said fuck.”

“See, Matthias, she wasn’t immediately struck by lighting by Djel’s hand. You won’t die if you say it.”

Speaking of Matthias, he’s also a good friend of yours - it’s comforting and refreshing to have a familiar face around, one of Fjerdan roots and mores.

Although the rest of the group says you’re not that Fjerdan.

“You’re one of the feisty ones, at least.”

“I’m not ‘feisty’. Shut up, Jesper.”

“Ah, I see you’ve been working on the vocabulary I taught you!”

Matthias and you both have a lot of soul-searching and unlearning to do about the outside world - you were raised in particularly bigoted environments, you somewhat less than him. The hatred for the Grisha he’s been taught by the Drüskelle is fear in your case; you’ve been brought up on bedtime stories of bloodthirsty Grisha who devour unruly kids, and war and devastation caused by their unstability and blasphemous magic.

It’s even more of a shock to you when you learn Jesper is a Grisha.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve started to fall a little for him - how could you not? He’s funny, charming, sarcastic and witty; always has the best stories to tell, and despite it all, sincerely cares for you amidst the chaos of their heist and revenge plans.

But to learn he was the kind of monster - no, the kind of creature - no, the kind of person, you force yourself to correct mentally - that you had been taught to fear for your entire life...

“I’m so sorry. You should never have been there.”

He’s pacing back and forth in your room after a shootout has gone awry and you were caught in the crossifre; it’s the first time he’s ever had to use his Durast powers to get you of the mess - and normally he wouldn’t have, because it’s a secret he wishes he could carry to the grave, but the fear of losing you was too strong...

“Thank god that I was there, though. What would you do without me?”

He’s fidgety and restless, nervously playing with his pistols, and his nervous laugh is all but genuine; and you’re huddled up on your bed, staring him down with wide eyes.

“Jesper, you...”

“Yeah, maybe not the best moment.”

“Jesper...”

“It’s like they have a knack for knowing exactly where we’re gonna be and when...”

“Jesper!”

He abruptly turns to look at you, and his eyes widen. He’s starting to understand, almost, but refuses to believe it. Your voice is a murmur, and you can hardly hold his gaze.

“Jesper, are you... going to hurt me?”

His words die in his throat. He remembers where you’re from... the garbage that they must have filled your ears and head with from the day you were born... how feverish Matthias was with Nina... he looks at his hands, and his Materialki magic rumbles like a dark curse.

“Y/N, you’re scared of me?”

The sheer hurt in his voice breaks your heart. Even though you’re trembling, you let him step closer to you, slowly. It’s Jesper in front of you, not some ungodly monster from legends... Jesper, your Jesper...

“I’m... I’m sorry...”

He cups your face in his hands, warm and just a bit moist, and stares into your eyes with a vulnerability you have never seen in him.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Y/N, I swear on my life. All I want is you to be safe...”

Safe from me, if that’s what you wish, he thinks for a split second, but you don’t give him time to doubt; you’ve captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, and hold on for dear life onto his lean shoulders.

Fjerda and its blind hatred is very far from you, now. You're locked in Jesper's embrace, and you won't have to hear their lies anymore.

You know you have nothing to fear from him; not now, and not ever.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

[corruptedconfessions]

Plantmonster! Izuku

Day 6??? I think??? This is an oof one

Warnings: Noncon, mild mind break, tentacles (kinda?), kidnapping, the usual

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You groaned weakly as you started to wake, immediately noticing the painful throbbing in your shoulders. Had you fallen asleep in a weird position again? Fuck, your entire back felt stiff and sore, you would be hurting for awhile at this rate. You tried to shift, to do anything to reduce the strain on your back while squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to wake up just quite yet, but found you were unable to move, your hands and legs feeling numb.

You flexed your fingers slightly, trying to bring feeling back to your hands as you curled your toes, hoping for the same effect with your legs but found you did little more than suddenly remind yourself of the raw ache in all of your limbs.

“...What?”

Unhappily you cracked open your eyes, tensing up with a frightened squeak when you found yourself in a cave, dangling from the ceiling with strange vines wrapped around your arms, and curling up around your thighs and waist. A brief glance around you you could see that the vines seemed to be…pulsing and were covering every inch of the cave, crawling up the walls and covering the floor, leaving almost no gaps for the rock to peak through the wall of green.

“You’re awake!”

You jumped in shock when a voice called out to you, desperately turning your head as best as you could with your restrained state. You’re eyes widened in shock as your eyes met a muscular green man who eagerly ran over to you, practically bouncing in place as his eyes lite up.

“Man, I didn’t think you would stay unconscious for so long! I was really careful with how much of the drug I gave you but humans always do digest drugs differently, especially based on how much you’ve eaten and I couldn’t really control that but…”

You tuned out the mans rambling as you inspected his face, trying to figure out where he seemed familiar from. The only way you could describe him was well…green. Green hair, green eyes, pale green tinted skin as far as the eye could see. If the way the vines moved and wrapped around him, bending to help him move and do his bidding didn’t give away that he was clearly the master of these plants, his appearance definitely did.

“U-um...”

The creepy muttering cut off as you hesitantly managed to squeak out a noise, bright terrifying eyes immediately turning to stare at you intensely. It was strange to see such a large man tilt his head so cutely but the entire situation you were in was strange.

“C-can you let me down? This kind of…hurts…”

“Oh flower, im sorry! Lets get you down from there.”

You squeaked as the vines slowly lowered your arms down, a few massaging and rubbing at your back and shoulders when you whimpered in pain. More vines slide tightly around your body, now trapping your arms to your sides as they wrapped around you like a moving, cold blanket.

“W-what are you-”

You were cut off as the vines started to move, pulling you closer to the male, spreading apart just enough that he could touch one of your wrists, frowning when he saw the bruising and marks that dotted your skin.

“Im so sorry, flower. I didn’t mean to leave you up there so long! I forget how fragile little flowers like you are and I just got so distracted making my little gift for you! I hope you can bring it in yourself to forgive me!”

“G-gift- What are you talking-’

You yelped as a vine wrapped itself around your mouth, tying around the back of your head, effectively gagging you as your question was left ignored. A sick feeling started spreading through you, your hair starting to stand on edge as he turned heel, walking deeper into the cave, the vines carrying you after him. It got darker and darker the deeper you got, the vines only fueling your anxiety as they rolled across you, massaging your entire body to get your blood circulating again, even even once it was they kept going. Dragging across your body, never dipping under your clothes but squeezing tight enough that you felt violated.

“I’ve been working so hard on this, you know~ I had to figure out how to make my vines go soft enough for your fragile little human body, but I think I got it!”

You gasped around the gag in your mouth as you entered a closed off part of the cave. In the middle there was an intricately woven bed of vines, and sprouting around and out of the bed were white flowers that glowed softly, illuminating the cold cave and finally giving you your sight back.

Even with your voice as muffled as it was Izuku lit up at your gasp, grinning at you as you were carefully lowered down onto the bed, still swaddled tightly in his vines.

“I knew you would love it!”

You squeaked still muttering around the gag in confusion as he clapped his hands together, his vines shifting under you, propping your head up like a pillow would as they relaxed, settling over you like a blanket. A blanket that made it impossible for you to move at all.

“Why don’t you get some rest and we can chat in the morning, okay?”

Before you could even react, tell him no, not okay, tell him to untie you, ungag you, anything! He was already gone, slipping back into the cave, a wall of vines surging up behind him, sealing you off, left alone.

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You weren’t sure how long it had been since you first woke up in the cave, time passing in a blur. You were mostly left alone, tied down to the vine bed in your cut off part of the cave, the endless boredom only being interrupted by visits from Izuku. Though they were never long, you had given up civility after he grabbed your face and told you he would never let you go.

He had tried several times to use his gross vine tentacle things to hold you in place so he could cuddle with you, hands groping at your body desperately. But even when he gagged you he always ended up leaving with an irritated sigh when you wouldn’t stop biting and screaming at him through the gag. Your jaw ached for hours after he left, the vine was much to strong for you to be biting down on, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to go home.

A bored sigh blew through your lips as your fingers gently pet the petals of one of the glowing flowers. You could hear the vines peeling away from the walls, opening enough that Izuku could step through, immediately closing behind him again.

“Hello, flower…”

You grunted softly at him, curling up farther on your side, pointly avoiding looking at him at all. A soft hurt sigh sounded behind you, another thing you pointedly ignored. At least until vines flooded out of the bed, swarming around you and lifting you up.

“Hey-!”

You yelled, only to choke when a vine pushed its way into your mouth, sliding down your throat so you couldn’t even scream around it. You struggled, trying to make noises only to give up when all it did was make you choke around the vine as it slid further down your throat.

“Sorry about the gag, darling~ But I’ve just had such a long day, and I’m just too tired to deal with any complaints right now, okay?”

You tried your best to struggle thrashing against the vines, but the constricted tighter around you, manipulating you around as they pleased. Your arms were pressed together, bound tight against your back as you were pushed onto your front, your face squished against the bed with your ass in the air.

You shivered, gagging around the vine again when your skirt was flipped up, revealing your panties to the cold cave air. A finger brushed your pussy through the fabric, a soft pleased hum coming from behind you as he pushed harder, a thumb rubbing against your clit as his fingers lightly brushed your entrance. You trembled, trying to close your thighs, to move at all but you were held firm in place, unable to even twitch against the vines. You felt your face growing red as you felt yourself start to react to the insistent touches.

“So pretty~ My flower’s little flower~ I’ve been so patient with you, letting you adjust, trying to explain this to you, but maybe you need a more…hands on approach.”

The vine in your throat pulled back just enough that you could whine weakly, taking a few desperate breaths through your nose as your panties were pulled down over your ass. The vines pulling away just long enough for him to carefully pull them off you, setting them to the side before you were tied back up all over again.

You shuttered whimpering softly when a thumb brushed against your hole again, wanting nothing more than to close your legs and hide, feeling so exposed held up with nothing but your pussy on display.

“Shh~ Don’t worry, honey! I’ll make sure you feel really good~”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tensing up as you waited for his fingers to return again, or worse something else, only to jerk squeaking in shock when you felt something soft and plush poking at your cunt. It rubbed up against you lightly for a moment before sliding into you, twisting and curling in all the right places that had you shuttering, arching into the touch as you moaned softly. There was no way…

Your eyes shot open when you felt a body join you, eyes snapping to Izuku as he crawled onto the bed with you a dark blush across his face and his hand down his pants as he moved infront of your face. If he was here than-

You jerked a loud moan being pulled from you as his vine thrust hard into you, finding your g-spot, immediately twisting and grinding against it as you jerked and shook as sudden pleasure crashed through you. Even as the vine pulled from your mouth you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but moan desperately, eyelashes fluttering as another vine joined in, thrusting into you roughly while the other massaged and abused your sweet spot ruthlessly. A third and fourth slid under your shirt, sliding under your bra, pitching and rubbing against your nipples, flicking the sensitive buds.

Izuku smiled down at you as you fell apart beneath him, drool starting to trickle down your chin as your eyes rolled back, shaking hard against the vines.

“So beautiful~ I knew you would make a perfect mate.”

You couldn’t even respond as a hand fisted itself in your hair, lifting your head up as his cock bumped against your cheek. You couldn’t think of anything but the vines pounding into you, frying your nerves with pleasure.

“Make sure not to bite me, kay?”

Slowly his cock was eased into your mouth, a soft pleased sigh bubbling out of his throat. Soon another hand tangled itself in your hair, holding your head tight as he spread his knees, pulling you closer. You hung limp in the vines, completely relying on Izuku to hold you up as he started moving your head back and forth on his cock. You moaned and cried around his cock pitifully, sucking and swallowing around him as your thighs shook, a painful heat bubbling up in your belly.

Tears blurred your already blurry vision as something snapped and you found yourself squealing in pleasure, clenching down on the vines inside you as you rolled through waves of pleasure.

Even as you came, tears streaming down your face as you fell completely limp, eyes glazing over it never stopped. You gagged weakly around the cock that kept fucking your mouth like a personal little cock sleeve, the vines continued fucking you hard, abusing your g-spot so much it almost felt numb. Your nipples were brought to such stiff peaks it almost ached when they kept being rubbed against, the friction of the vines rolling across them border lining painful.

You should be fighting this, biting down on the cock in your mouth, kicking your sore legs, anything. But you couldn’t bring yourself too…It hurt so bad…but it felt so good. Was it wrong to enjoy it?

“Such a good girl, look at you~ You love this don’t you?~ You love me so much, look at you wrapped around my cock my perfect little mate. You just love me and my vines so much, don’t you? You’ll never leave us?”

Love…? Is that what this is? Eyes still blurry from tears you glanced up at Izuku, trembling for a different reason as you saw his face, eyes dilated in pleasure, a bright happy grin on his face as he fucked your mouth. Yes…that was right. You loved Izuku, you wanted him to look like this all the time! You loved his cock!

You moaned loudly around his cock as his hips started to stutter, a soft curse coming from him. Even the vines shook with him, pausing and hesitating before picking up with him when he started fucking your face faster, harder, chasing his own release.

“F-fuck-! Flower-!”

You moaned whimpering up at him, feeling your own core tightening as your hole was abused, the new speed sending painful shocks of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned, drooling around his cock, sucking around him as best you could until he finally squeezed your hair tight, shoving your head down and cumming down your throat.

You nearly blacked out as his cum flooded your throat, cutting off your air. The shock was enough for you to cum again, shaking and choking hard around his cock as pleasure buzzed through you, black spots dancing across your vision. All you could feel was pleasure! Pleasure Izuku gave you, because he loved you! Pleasure that you gave Izuku because you loved him!

You coughed weakly, gasping softly for air as he eased out of your mouth. You immediately stuck your tongue out for him, letting him watch as a mixture of cum and your spit dribbled down your chin.

“Good girl~”

You keened under the praise, pushing into his touch dazedly when he started stroking your hair, gently petting the tender spots he had pulled on.

“You are such a good girl, aren’t you? My good girl~ And good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?”

You nodded as you pushed into his touch, willing to do anything, say anything as long as he kept touching you. As long as he kept making you feel good~

“Perfect~”

You blinked in confusion up at him as he pulled away from you, smirking softly as he patted your hair as he tucked himself back into his jeans, ignoring your soft confused whimper.

“Keep being good for me till I come back, okay?”

You blinked in confusion up at him, about to ask what that meant when the vines still stuffed inside of you started moving again, twisting hard inside of you before starting to thrust even harder and faster than before. You arched your back, screaming as your already abused body started being played with again. You whimpered weakly, trying to push back against the vines as you cried out in pleasure, watching with hazy eyes as Izuku smiled at you before walking out of the cave, the vines sealing up behind him.

The vines kept moving.

[meltwonu]

91. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

95. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

notes; INCUBUS!CHAN, toys, forced orgasms, squirting, yo wait this entire blog started with an incubus!chan blurb… 🤪🥴 my, how far we’ve come! 💕 Anyway, incubus chan honestly plagues me almost weekly cuz i think about 191227 shhh chan if u know what the fuck im sayin!!! I would let him destroy my life!! 🤣 anyway! thank you for requesting! enjoy! 💕

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did, we’re having sex. Right now.”

You cross your ankles, a shy blush painting your cheeks as the horned male stands across from your bed. A few seconds ago, you had your own fingers knuckle deep inside your pussy, choked cries spilling from your lips as you tried to get yourself off. The next thing you heard were his breathy laughs and words of encouragement; hazy eyes opening to meet his crimson stare.

“I--wh--h-how are you here!?” You scream, eyes traveling from the horns, down to the cocky smirk, all the way down to his polished shoes.

You’d seen him before, albeit in your dreams. He invaded them a lot lately, wicked smirks and airy laughs haunting you when you’d wake. You just couldn’t understand how he was actually real.

“Don’t you want me here? After all, haven’t I been giving you some sweet dreams lately?” He pouts, rounding the bed before he starts stripping himself of his neatly pressed suit.

“I never did give you my name though. But since we’ve met properly now, you can call me Chan.” He smirks, your eyes focused on his tongue that peeks out to lick his lips.

“I fully expect you to scream it in a few minutes when I fuck you into a new existence, baby.”

He’s right.

His name rolls off your tongue in between garbled moans with ease, toes curling behind his back as you try to press closer against him. The feeling of bliss that washes over you is ten times better than your dreams and you knew by now there was no going back from this.

A calculated expression flits across his features, his hands keeping your arms pressed to the sheets. “You feel so much better in real life, baby. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He whispers, voice soft yet sensual against your ears. Chan angles his hips better; the head of his cock tapping your g-spot as you mewl, body thrashing in his hold.

“Right here?” You nod furiously, biting your lip. “Aww, baby, I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that. Now let me hear you or else you won’t be allowed to cum at all.”

“Y-yes, god, right t-there, Chan!” You whine, voice getting louder and louder with each thrust. He momentarily releases his hold on one of your arms; a cocky smirk plastered on his lips when he reaches under your pillow to where you kept your vibrator. How he knew you kept is there is beyond you, but that would be a question for another time. 

He powers the silicone toy on as quickly as he can, setting it to the highest setting before he places it against your clit. “Cum. Now.” He growls out, forcing you into your first orgasm of the night in seconds. You feel your breath stop as you cum, legs shaking around his waist at the feeling of him still fucking into you while he keeps the toy pressed to your clit.

“God, your tight ‘lil pussy feels like heaven, fuck!” Chan grits out, keeping the toy against you as he doubles his pace. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah?”

“F-fuck, please!” You cry, delirium setting in when he doesn’t make any effort to turn the toy off.

Your walls are tight around his cock, body still spasming and crying his name when he grinds against you; chasing his own orgasm.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take all of it, won’t you? Fuck, you’re so good for me.” He praises, watching as your teary eyes clamp shut at the immense pleasure taking over your body. You can feel the pressure building up again quickly, jumbled words all you can muster as you’re forced into another orgasm.

This time, however, Chan’s cock is forced out of your pussy when you cum hard, his airy laugh all you can hear besides the ringing in your head as he replaces the silicone toy against your clit with the head of his cock; tapping it as you continue to squirt all over his lower abdomen.

“Shit, I didn’t know you could do that, baby.”

“C--Chan…” You mewl; your entire body spasming in his hold. The buzzing of the toy left discarded on the bed next to you finally reaches your ears just as Chan positions the head of his cock at your entrance, slowly sheathing himself in your tight warmth again.

“Oh, f-fuck, I--I don’t--I c-can’t…” You whimper, mind fuzzy. Yet somehow the arousal pools inside of you again, teeth biting into your bottom lip as Chan starts a slower pace this time.

He takes a sharp intake of breath, running his tongue over his teeth as he stares down at your fucked out expression. A rush of energy goes through his body, his arms pressing you harder into the bed sheets. 

“I’m gonna love feedin’ off of you, baby. You cum so easily under my touch.” He pauses, leaning down until his face is only a few centimetres away. You meet his crimson stare, intoxicated by the lust that pools beneath them.

“But it’s my turn to cum now, don’cha think?”