#the saddest asshole

[nobeerreviews]

...and the trophy of The Saddest Asshole® goes to... the inventor of non-popping bubble wrap!

[beanzbeanz001]

Evolution of Micheal’s friend group (even tho it’s sorta mark focused whatever)

[rottingsoftly]

The way John tells Harrow he sometimes wishes she were his daughter in htn and then later finding out he *does* in fact have a daughter but she's nothing like Harrow but he still tries to connect with her and share his culture with her and gives her what she wants (I bet she was the one who decided to go fight on the frontlines because it used to be her dream and she was still bitter and hurt over Harrow) but she's still not what he wanted and they both know it and oooouough aurgh eck

[ask-the-druggieverse]

Hey! I've just discovered your blog very few minutes ago or so, and I really like how you executed the way the character's speak their dialogues to asks.

May I ask how you understand the effects and usages of drugs, and how to avoid making stereotypical representations of it?

(I was a bit reluctant to ask this since it's not exactly specified to the druggieverse blog but rather you, the creator, of it- ;-;)

Side Note!

I've also noticed in one of your posts that you struggle answering some of the asks, so I wanted to say please do take your time, no pressure! ^-^

Looking forward to seeing more of your posts! Stumbling upon this blog was quite the experience (/Positive!)

- EEEEE tyyyy!!! ^w^ I wanted to try and make things easy to follow but also leave a bit of clues here and there for the story up ahead

- - (The story up ahead I have planned out from beginning to end not fully as inside of it are the asks, I'm thinking that the asks could play a part in how some characters could end up (I.E Killer avoiding or doing drugs and or Lust being able to get a new and better job)

- As for understanding the effects and usage of drugs this might take a while to type so this'll be under a read more as to not overwhelm someone’s feed (also TW/CW ahead) (it’s also easier for me to explain it through the characters within ATDV than just to do “so basically it alters your brain” as it makes me feel a bit robotic/AI like so I hope my explanations through the characters will suffice U_U)

And if there's anything I'm missing I am always open to questions! (specifically surrounding this blog any questions that aren't related to this blog I request must go to my main ^^; but don't fear cause this question does revolve around this blog!!)

- As i've stated before in some posts to not abuse drugs, the reason being is that it can fuck you uuup. I.E damage your brain and make you go fucking coo coo crazy. It's irreversible damage if you're too far down in drugs (also I will not be writing too much about deep far down into drugs as I don’t think I can properly write that, I’ll mainly be writing about overdosing and addiction U_U)

- And like everyone knows that it makes you go out of the loop/all loopy in stuff haha good feeling but there’s also consequences to it if you abuse it I.E heart problems with abusing edibles (Swap goes through this)

- It hasn't been shown yet but it can cause not so great experiences when sober if abused for a very long time (or maybe even when high? It all depends on the person mind you)

- - I.E Dust has more severe hallucinations when sober for a while and uses pot or other drugs to calm down/relax his mind, although he doesn’t do it everyday like Horror and takes it in consideration which is what people should be doing :P (off topic but I remember a family member of mine going bat shit insane off of heroin when I was like 5-6 at the time and she was just going ballistic talking about the government or something(story for another time but Dust is not going to do that, he's more chill)(and also the only person who sticks to one type of drug is Outer(Galaxy Gas) (IK it’s not really a drug per se as it’s used for favoured whipped cream but nowadays it’s being treated as one and me and my friend both said “This has to be Outer” so yeah XP)

- Also same with NM although his sober symptons are more so super fucking angry/irritated (everyone is different when sober... it's kinda scary imo)

- - NM who's heavily dependent on opiods, does sorta make him passive (not good in Druggieverse case) he's still *not* fully passive as I've hopefully left hints of that. This is supposed to represent how people change when out of it either drastically or not (in this case Passive changes drastically while Dust stays more so the same)

- - - Also I don’t know if anyone noticed but Passive isn’t really Passive and that was intentional, I was trying to depict how despite someone changing when high they don’t actually act like that (Seen this first hand, god it’s terrifying but more so because the other family member in general is a huge fucking asshole (I don’t talk to her anymore thankfully)) (hope I worded this right, it’s easier for me to depict then explain)

- - Speaking of NM abusing drugs it's not there yet but skip this section to avoid spoilers!! (which also ties in to my understanding and usage of drugs and its consequences)

- - - In short there's this whole section of the blog where IMO will take a more darker turn from the lightheartedness that's starting off right now (although with Dream's mini section I think some people might have figured out that there's more to this blog than "HEAHEHAEH DRUGS"), Basically Nightmare fans will not be happy because he will end up in the hospital do to his immense amount of opioid take ins causing his heart to stop (he’s not dead... *stares*(he’ll just be in the hospital for a huge chunk of the story once we get to that part UmU)) (also any asks begging him to get sober will not help as I've seen first hand that even begging someone to get help or sending them help won't do jack shit for recovery)

- - That was a tiny spoiler but with that being said for those who *do* end up in the hospital if you’re currently abusing drugs please note that your body will not act the way it does normally, you will be breathing less (IMO that's like super fucking scary) and if you have any mental disorders it *will* worsen it and not make it better, your heart rate may or may not pace differently, and depending on if you do injections or not your body will feel super numb all the time

- As for avoiding stereotypical representations of it I usually go by past experiences

(- - - And if you or anyone are writing about serious topics I also recommend to step back, check yourself, and ask yourself "is this stereotypical?" and if you can't answer I also recommend what I'm doing and ask around but more specifically people who have experience with said topic)

- - Whether that be from using it (I never really used a lot of drugs, maybe hospital drugs, second hand highness from my parents overusing pot those few times, and accidently eating an edible when I was at my cousin's place (all I remember from that is being super tired and being too fixated on whatever I was being fixated on... In short it was a scary experience for a child o.O))

- - And if there's a section or area I have not personally experienced I would go ask around and see if anyone has any experience on them (and I know quite a few people who *have* experienced what drug usage does so I tend to ask if this is alright or if I should tweak a few things as when I first started this blog I wanted to make sure it wasn’t stereotypical or harmful (I like to view this blog as a story based PSA but others can think what they want of it!)

- - That being said just know that if I'm missing out on other effects of drug usage I either

A) Don't know how to properly write it (I.E those crackheads around my neighborhood, as much as I want to give out a warning to that, I do not know much of what goes on inside of their heads. I do not want to write homeless crackheads in a horrible and stereotypical light because there has to be something that led them down that path) (Whether it be peer pressure or coping with something??) (unsure but I do not want to paint them in a stereotypical light)

or B) I was unaware of it, I know a lot about drug aftermaths and what happens when high, but I don't know everything so if I'm missing something I would be happy to be let known about it as I want this blog to be as accurate as possible as to avoid painting anything in a horrible light ^^

(Also that's fine!! I'm open to any type of ask!!, although it comes to an extent, any ask about other projects me thinks should be when the story is ending or on my main blog @inkyu XP)

- as for the side note, will do!!! working on ATDV is super fun and also technically a huge cope for me if I think about it

- - Also the “huge cope” is probably to get my frustrations out on alcohol and drug addiction because of a recent death of a family member from it, i'm not sad one bit about this family member dying (It's a problem with me when it comes to death as for some reason I just don’t really feel anything >.>) but I'm more so mad about it as we've all warned her to stop and we've sent her to rehab but she would always come back and continue, so I guess ATDV was a way of my brain venting out my frustrations with addictions and how much it makes me angry U_U (I will not go very deep into this family members addiction as that is very personal and I don't like sharing a lot of personal info out on the web)

- and AWAWAWAWWAHWAHWH I'm so happy your experience was positive!! A huge goal of mine (besides building up my art skill) for this blog is for everyone to enjoy the story while playing a part in it and to be enlightened on the usage of drugs (why I chose Undertale AUs? in short I was super fixated on UTAU/UTMV (and still am) and discovered the non-lethal Error AU but to my disappointment that blog was proship neutral and that disappointed me greatly (for those who want my stance on shipcourse despite my disliking of the topic I am on the side of antiship as stated in my pinned post(DNI proship)) and because of that inspired me to create this blog where not only Error is non lethal but Nightmare and the others are too, they just moreso do drugs

(I don't know why drugs in specifically but I think it had to do with that family member passing away and a comic dug of fluttershy getting high on my TV that caused me to use drugs for this blog U.U))

Also characters will have proper backstories to getting high/starting drugs except for Ink, Error, and Fresh who's backstories were purely made for comical reasons (I think Error's is the most stupidest out of all of the joke backstories honestly)

[variablejabberwocky]

my body is doing a weird thing and the more data i collect the more its looking like a symptom of my medical concerns/needs being ignored by doctors for ~35+

because all the things i've been doing to self-treat other pre-existing issues is stuff that makes THIS current issue worse. but those things ARE helping the other, older, conditions. and i'm having to self-treat because i couldn't get any doc to take those issues seriously and/or provide any treatment for them

so like....im just boned

mega-boned, even

and not in any fun ways

...oh and of course stress makes it worse, because of course it does

[thedevilsrain]

from eroica with love - the golden legend of the boys

[jokerfic]

Thoughts on the new Gaga and Phoenix photo from Joker 2?

she looks so gooooooooooooooooooooood

[jwooyoung]

stop has anyone else seen the movie fluke (1995)

[m0e-ru]

hey okyakusan (sniffles) tachi um (holding back tears) did you know that (rubs nose) trivia for today is (voice breaking up) the one who voiced kusumi-no-ōkami is (wiping eyes) izanami's voice actor (doubles down) (on knees) (crying) (bawling) (wailing) (inconsolable)

[swagging-back-to]

im not even upset viktor and vander are dead/dying im more upset that caitlyn is in a relationship with maddie

[scarletfasinera]

Downloaded all of Vigilante 1983 to re-read on the plane because I am above all else. absolutely deranged.

[kirishwima]

finally watched the jjk 0 movie and. the Gojo brainrot is REAL. it is EATING ME ALIVE

[ravenslvt]

imagine best friend leon comforts you after a break up but it turns south 🤔🤔🤔😛, soft sex is what he gives you

☆ bsf! leon x female!reader ☆

bestfriend! leon comforting you after a break up

☆ content warnings: smut , mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating ☆

leon groans as he hears a knock at his door. the clock read 12:53am. who was coming over this late?

he stands up out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on. he opens his front door, yawning.

all his annoyance completley dissipates when he sees you all teary eyed on his doorstep.

he says your name in concern, you just look up with the saddest look on your face. it sent a pang to his heart to see you like this.

he immediately figured it was your (asshole) boyfriend who was constantly flaking on you and (he assumed) was probably even cheating.

“sorry, i wasn’t sure if you were awake and i didn’t wanna call and-“ you start to ramble. he sighs, bringing you in to hug his bare chest. you didn’t mind, you’d seen him shirtless before. you’ve been bestfriends for almost four years.

“it’s ok, you don’t have to say anything.” he shushes you. he finally brings you into his messy apartment you’d been in countless times, but this time felt different.

“i just feel so fucking stupid. it was so obvious the whole time he was a dick i just was so delusional.” you’re on your second glass of wine now that leon had brought out for you two. he figured it would be nice to talk about your feelings and vent to him. you sit facing eachother on the couch in his living room.

you’d been with your (now) ex-boyfriend for only eight months. but leon always fucking hated the guy. he would always get mad when you would hangout with leon, thinking he had a crush on you or something, which he totally did.

you stopped crying now, you were just angry for wasting so much of your time with such a joke of a man. leon didn’t blame you. he let you rant.

“god, it didn’t help he fucking sucked at sex too. seriously he lasted like two pumps then knocked out. for EIGHT months!” you weren’t lying.

“you’re joking” he laughs, shifting in his seat on the couch. he never even bothered to put a shirt back on since you got here, still only in his baggy grey sweatpants.

“i’m serious. never made me cum once. he never even ate me out, said it was ‘too gross’ ” you scoffed, remembering how it was always about his pleasure and not yours. you felt leon’s eyes on you.

his eyes darkened.

his thoughts raced. that asshole never even ate you out? he’d kill to even touch you like that.

you noticed him go silent, one of his hands resting on his own thigh and the other arm was resting around the top of the couch.

“leon-“

“fuck that guy. seriously. any guy would be so lucky to even be allowed to be with you, to touch you.” leon’s voice is quieter than usual, but loud enough for you to hear. it felt like he was holding something back.

maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the supressed feelings for your bestfriend, but your eyes scanned him, suddenly consious of his shirtless state. how good his bare chest looked. how firm his muscled stomach was. how good his waist looked in those pants. his fucking arms.

and the way you could fully see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants.

your eyes shot back up to his face. only to see him staring at you.

“like… you?” you gulped, awaiting his response. you could see him thinking, practically hearing the gears turn in his head. he sighs your name, looking away.

“i-i can’t. not when your in this state.” he rubs his face with his hands. god his hands were big.

“leon i-“

“no, i like you way too fucking much to mess this up” he looks back at you, a genuine soft look in his eye.

you smile, he’s too sweet for his own good sometimes. you sit up straight, scooting closer to him.

“leon. i promise you, i want you.” you bring a gentle hand to cup his strong jaw.

his hands reach for your face, he uses one to brush a stray hair out of your face. he brings his forehead to yours.

“do you know how badly i want you? how long i’ve been waiting for you? you fucking kill me everyday i have to go without you.” he speaks lowly.

he leans in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away. but you don’t. your eyes flutter shut as your lips connect.

he starts the kiss out paced, allowing your lips to adjust to eachother. your hands go straight to his shoulders for support. you were afraid you’d fall over onto his carpeted floor.

“leon…” you panted his name between kisses, giving him an opportunity to greet his tounge in your mouth.

“what is it pretty girl?” he never pulled back as you two spoke, addicted to your lips.

“want you… need you, please” you practically whined into his mouth. he just smirked, giving you one last kiss before pulling away. you pouted for a second before he started to kiss down your neck slowly. exploring and biting until you showed him your sweet spot.

he bit your pulse point, making you softly yelp.

your hand automatically goes to the waistband of his sweats, but he stops you, swatting your hand.

“no, this is about you. ignore me” he warns.

“but-“ you pout

“no.” he sternly says, pushing you so your back was against the couch cushion, he was now on his knees between your thighs. you were going to argue, but seeing him like this brought no complaint from you. you were never used to this. but god were you excited.

he teasingly removes your shorts, leaving kisses in their wake. you gasped from the feeling, being left in your black panties. they had a little rose at the top center, making him smile.

“cute” his thumb goes over the rose, then moves over your clothed clit. you softly gasp and your hips automatically buck up to meet his touch.

he scrunches your shirt up, kissing your pelvis, then your stomach, and pushing your bra up to bring a nipple into his mouth. you squirm under him, already so needy for him. he pulls away with a pop.

he slowly reaches his hand into your already soaked panties, a look of suprise on his face.

“this all for me?” he nudged your sensitive clit with his knuckle. you suck in a breath, nodding.

he chuckles, using his free hand to pull your panties down while he continues rubbing your clit, rolling it between his fingers.

once they’re off, he stares down at your bare pussy, absolutely entranced.

“s-sorry. he only liked it when i was shaved” you looked away from him, a bit self conscious. you try clamping your thighs together.

he scoffs “what a fucking weirdo” he says before forcing your thighs to stay open with his strength. you always forgot how strong he was since he was always so gentle around you.

he moves his head to hover over your needy cunt, your thighs now around his shoulders. he looks up at you “is this ok?”

you nod.

“yes” you say. he moves in an instant, his hot mouth devouring you.

“fuck, leon!” you moan, covering your mouth with your hand. the other one gripped his dirty blonde hair.

his lustful eyes look up at you as his tounge works expertly against you. he studied your reactions, repeating the actions that made you squirm the most.

your thighs squeezed against his head, but he didn’t mind. he fucking loved that he was making you feel like this. his dick was raging in his pants, but he ignored it. tonight was about you. he’d make it about you everynight if he could.

he thrusted his long tounge into your hole, pumping it as he circled your clit with his nose. you almost screamed, his grip on your thighs getting tighter by the second. he shakes his head in a motion, teetering your orgasm.

you started to shake, almost drowning him in your wetness.

“i think i’m gonna-“ your thighs were so tight around him he swore you were crushing his skull. he quickens his mouth, the most pornographic noises coming from your pussy.

you let out the most delectable moans as you cum all over his face. he keeps licking and sucking until your shaking stops and you’re just panting, trying to push him off from overstimulation.

“s’too much” you pant, grabbing at leons hair. he finally pulls away, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. your face was completley flushed and eyes lidded. he smiled, leaning in to kiss you. you moan as soon as you taste yourself on his tounge. (your ex was wrong, you tasted fucking great)

you feel his hard buldge against your thigh, your brows furrow and a heat fills your gut. you reach out your hand to rub him through his pants. he lets out a needy groan, rutting into your hand. a wet patch growing in the front of the grey sweats.

“f-fuck. keep doing that and i’ll have to keep going, baby” he warns, but you didn’t stop. you keep eye contact as you rub the head of his cock through his sweats, the fabric adding extra stimulation. it twitched in your hand and he grabbed your wrisy, stopping you, though he didn’t want you to stop.

“i don’t wanna take advantage-“ he starts, but you cut him off before he can finish, rolling your eyes.

“leon stop. do you know how many dreams i’ve had of you fucking me? we’ve already gotten this far, so if you don’t fuck me right now i’m gonna walk out that door and-“ this time he cuts you off with a kiss, you smile into the kiss. you feel him smile back.

after a minute or two of sweet kissing, the moment gets heavy again. the kiss gets deeper and more messy.

you couldn’t help it, you slide his loose sweatpants off his figure and have to look down.

oh fuck. he was big.

he noticed your eyes widen and cheeks flush, his ego inflating a little.

“that’s not gonna fit, leon” you look back up at him, absolutely in awe of the man’s gorgeous cock. the tip was a raging pink color, it was curved upward like it was begging to be touched. precum sparkling at the edges.

he chuckles, kissing you on the cheek.

“oh yes it will”

he sits back up on his knees, dragging your legs twords him and grabbing one of the pillows from the couch, patting your hip to tell you to lift it so he can slide it under.

he gives himself a few more pumps, even spitting on his cock for extra lubricant, though you were already so wet he could probably slide in easily.

he lines himself up, looking up at you for one last chance for you to back away, but you just shimmy your hips to try and get him to put it in already. he takes that as a sign and slowly slides in.

you tense up as soon as the tip is in. he leans down, giving you a peck on the lips before rubbing your hips.

“relax, pretty” he sooths. a few more seconds and hes sinking in a little more, little by little he brings himself to a point where he can’t push in anymore. he was balls deep in your sopping pussy.

he waited a few moments until you were moving your own hips for some more stimulation.

“there you go, look at you.” he teases, pulling out almost all the way, only leaving his raging tip in before thrusting it back in. your back arched off the couch and he gripped your hips tigher. you felt heavenly.

all you could think about was how good his big cock felt inside of you. gently slamming in and out and in and out and in and out.

“more” you plead, looking down to where you two meet, there was a noticable buldge indented in your stomach from where his cock was in you, making you whine.

“of course” he whispers, leaning down to cage you in his elbows, throwing the pillow from under you somewhere across the room and instead using his strength to slam into you. your arms held him around his neck, one pulling at his hair unconsciously. your legs wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to go faster.

you’re both panting as you lean up to kiss him again. it wasn’t anything like your first kiss with him. it was all tounge and saliva and mess. but it was perfect for the moment.

you could feel him so deep, it felt like he was growing even bigger inside of you. you felt a familiar build up in your belly, the need of release. you pull away from the kiss to breathe. he lowers his head to suck your tits in his mouth, alternating between them and occasionally biting them gently.

“leonnn!” you moaned his name over and over as his pace got faster and faster.

he was holding back his own orgasm just so he could feel you clench around him.

“fuck, i wanted this for so fucking long, baby. you’re so-fuck- so perfect.” leon was losing his composure more and more by every thrust inside of you. your walls started to clench around him, making his face scrunch up.

you came around him, squeezing him, your nails dragging down his strong arms, leaving redish pink marks in their wake.

he just chanted your name mixed with compliments-how perfect you are around him, how pretty you are, how you were made for him.

“w-where can i-“

“inside, leon, please!” you whine, all you can think of is his cock dragging in and out of you.

he spills inside you with a groan, hips sputtering. he lays on top of you, holding himself up so he doesn’t crush you.

“s-shit are you…?” the realization hits him that he just came inside you.

“i’m on the pill” you assure, softly smile at him, both of you breathing heavily at this point.

he smiles back, kissing you and slowly pulling out, making you whine, he tucks himself back into his sweatpants, an obvious stain on the front of his pants.

he gently pulls your shirt back over your tits, but not before giving them a soft kiss each. you giggle at him.

“are you feeling ok? do you need anything?” he asks, stroking your head and fixing your loose hairs. acting like he wasn’t just fucking your brains out.

you nod, giving him another peck on the lips, this time he pouts when you pull away.

safe to say, you were over your ex.

a/n: raven try to write soft smut challenge: impossible. lowkey got carried away but i hope u like it!!

thank u for the request i lovedddd writing this mwuah <3

[asidian]

Dead Boy Detectives does a lot of things very, very well, but one thing I haven't seen touched on very much is set design. It is phenomenal, and the amount of detail that's gone into literally every scene is truly mind-blowing. I'm going to do a couple of posts breaking down the setting details in various locations I think, but I wanted to start with one that does an incredible amount of storytelling in the tiny understated details.

So let's talk about Charles' room from when he was still alive.

Some of the details are quite small, but I've circled and numbered them so that I can discuss them more easily.

First up, and this one doesn't have a number because it's the entire room, but. They have this boy down in the basement. In a cramped little space that looks like it's twice the size of a twin bed.

Then we come to all the little things that make it so much worse:

1: Charles' room is covered with band posters. If you look closely though, these aren't the kind of posters you'd buy in a store. These are the sorts of posters that they display at venues when a band is in town. Every one of them that's readable has locations/dates/sales info. These aren't someone buying Charles something of his own, to decorate his room with. This is Charles "My smile is pretty convincing" Rowland going to venues after the band has finished its run and asking for the posters to take home.

2: It's hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like he has a couple of model airplanes up on the ceiling. Okay, this one's kind of cute.

3: Again, hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like he has a shelf of sports trophies tucked away back there. This boy tries so damn hard.

4: A dart board. Huh. That's funny. Where are the darts?

5: Oh, here they are. They're outside the room! Like his asshole father! Stole his darts! And threw them at the door!!

6: Probably a boombox, presumably the one that he used to play the tape mentioned in the Devlin house episode. Notably, there are no tapes in sight. Did his father break his only tape?

7: The world's saddest bed, with a ratty old pillow and one (1) single sheet.

8: And as if we needed any more heartbreak in this scene, that's Charles' cricket bat there in the corner. His weapon of choice? The thing he picks up to defend Edwin, over and over, episode after episode, for the entire series? He's cowering practically on top of it while his father beats him. He didn't so much as touch it when it was himself that needed defending.

You're welcome. If I have to be heartbroken over set dressing, I'm dragging you all with me.

[colorful-bees]

I think the saddest mischaracterization of N is that sometimes, he's just not allowed to be as much of a bastard as he was meant to. Like, I understand where the idea of him being mild mannered and cordial and pleasant comes from; he's not an overtly aggressive character who's an asshole at every turn and him being kind is definitely an aspect of who he is. It's just not all of him and it's a shame we don't utilize his bitchy side more. But that side of him, specifically the way he can be very passive aggressive and/or condescending I feel is slept on and we should utilize it more.

And my personal favorite, from Pokemon Adventures/Pokespe:

And obviously, he's not like this the majority of the time. His dialogue mostly ranges from at least tolerating the people around him without any rudeness to being a genuinely nice and caring guy (especially in B2&W2, where he is noticeably kinder.) I just think it's a bit of a crime that we ignore that he at least has the capacity to behave this way in the first place and I think he should be allowed to do it more often. I want N to call more people stupid. As a treat.

[ddodol]

stretch — l.cy

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bf!anton, fem!reader, pet names, ass play, begging, overstimulation, unprotected sex. word count⭑.ᐟ 1.8k+

“no fucking way.”

anton pouted, flashing you the saddest, glossiest puppy eyes he could ever muster. you closed your eyes, turning away so you wouldn’t get swayed by how adorable he looked.

there was no way you’d agree to anal, not with the way anton was built. it already took you a while before you got used to his size— stretching your ass and prepping it for his cock would be double the time and effort. not to mention the pain.

”please? i’ll help you prep and i won’t rush into it, i just really, really want to try it with you,” anton held your hands to try and get you to look at him. you knew you wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise when he’s brought it up, 'jokingly', at five separate occasions now. this was only the first time he’s actually begged you for it, and you could tell this wouldn't be the last.

you sighed, staring at anton with a small frown on your face, “fine.”

anton pulled you towards him, chuckling as he squeezed you in his arms, “thank you, princess! i swear i won’t push it. if you’re not comfortable, i’ll stop right away.” you smiled against his chest, knowing full well that anton meant everything he was saying.

but you were curious, what could’ve brought this on? apparently, anton loved the way your asshole would twitch whenever you took him from behind. he’s played with it with his thumb before, rubbing on it or even teasingly pushing his thumb in just to rile you up— and it always works. you were always so wet for him that he could just slip a finger in without you noticing, too busy clenching down on his cock as he fucks you senseless.

anton wanted to know how far he could go with teasing your cute little hole, spending an entire week helping you overcome your fear. you always trembled in his arms but he found it more adorable this time around, seeing that he had complete control over you without you being a brat from time to time.

”toni,” you whimpered, legs spread open as anton played with your asshole with his fingers all lubed up. anton whispered soft praises in your ear, about how you’ve been taking his fingers so well this past week, or how easily he’s been slipping his fingers in without using an entire bottle of lube. all of it was embarrassing, but the most embarrassing part was that you were enjoying it.

there was a sensitive spot you had in your walls that was right against the walls in your ass, and anton seemed to be aware of that since it’s all he’s been pressing his fingers against. your wetness was dripping down on his hand, coating his fingers every time he’d drag it out of your hole. anton would’ve mistaken your slick with the lube if he wasn’t keeping his eyes on what he was doing.

your head started to spin, the same way it did whenever anton was starting to overwhelm you with pleasure, except this time you were starting to want more from him. you clawed on anton’s arms, raising your head to look at him, eyes all glazed over and cheeks all flushed, “toni, i want more.”

fuck. you looked so fucking adorable just now.

anton swore he was trying his best so that you wouldn’t get hurt, his throbbing cock already making a small mess in his pants as you laid in between his legs. he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock inside your tight hole but even he knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle that just yet.

he kissed your neck, breathing shakily, “baby, you know i want nothing more than that but i don’t want to hurt you.” you whined, rolling your hips against anton’s hand. you heard anton groaning against your ear, unintentionally grazing your ass against his sensitive cock, “please, toni, you haven’t fucked me in a week.”

”i know, baby, it’s hard for me too,” anton whined, burying his head against your neck. he pulled away, seemingly getting an idea, “if i make you cum from your ass, we can try having my cock inside.” you felt your cheeks redden, biting your lip as you thought about cumming from your ass alone.

it was beginning to feel possible, seeing how you’re now comfortable grinding against anton’s fingers. you didn’t feel as stretched as you did on the first night you tried it, nor were you craving for stimulation with your pussy. “i can handle three, toni,” you muttered shakily, staring up at anton with glossy eyes.

anton flashed you a small smile, cupping your face with his free hand to give you a quick kiss as he slipped in a third finger. your mouth dropped and you could feel the familiar sting in your ass as anton stretched you open. the stinging disappeared soon enough, leaving you moaning and rolling your hips in pleasure.

”fuck, y/n,” anton’s breath hitched in his throat, groaning at how sexy you looked, even bouncing your hips on his fingers. “you’re bouncing on me, baby. are you close?” you whimpered, finding the unfamiliar sensation a bit scary.

“anton, i’m scared,” you confessed, holding onto his thighs, still moving your hips against his fingers. anton had stopped thrusting his fingers, just pressing on your walls as you bounced on it. you felt warmth spreading all over your body as your breathing began to get rougher, “toni, fuck— toni!” you cried out, making a small mess as you came from your ass getting fingered.

anton licked his lips, chuckling when you kept squirting small amounts of liquid through your cunt. “so adorable, y/n,” he kissed your temple, trailing kisses down to your neck as you cooled down from the first orgasm you had through your ass. you laid your body against anton's, breathing softly when your asshole began to feel sore.

you nudged anton, prompting him to pull his fingers out. he smiled at you, “that was good, baby. i still don’t think you’re ready for more but we can still use a different hole, right?” you whimpered in response as anton laid you on your back.

you already felt spent, not knowing if you can even handle more pleasure for tonight. anton pulled his cock out, heavy cock glistening as his precum ran down his length. he pumped himself slowly, his shoulders shuddering with every thrust as he closed his eyes. you moaned at the sight, suddenly feeling greedy for more.

you rolled to your stomach, faintly hearing anton’s concerned questions. you arched your back, keeping your upper torso stuck to the bed. anton let out a soft sigh, finding the sight of you so adorable— legs and shoulders quaking as you tried your best to hold yourself up for him. he leaned in to kiss your shoulder, “i know you’re already tired, baby, so thank you for this.” you hummed in response, too tired to mutter a proper reply.

anton grabbed a pillow, fluffing it up before putting it under your stomach. he pushed your back down so you could just relax, “leave it to me, y/n. just cum and moan prettily for me, yeah?” you whimpered, feeling his tip pushing against your walls. your wetness helped him sink inside easily, leaving you moaning and sobbing at how full you felt.

”fuck, you feel so good, baby,” anton moaned, watching how your asshole would twitch with every slow thrust he does. it was so adorable, there was no way anton could just ignore it if it was calling for him like this. he played with it using his thumb, “so fucking needy, princess. we’re gonna need to buy you a toy real soon.” you moaned when his thumb slipped in, walls clenching down on his cock.

”toni, please,” you sobbed out, head spinning at how stimulated you were feeling. “can i put more of my fingers in, y/n?” anton panted, cock twitching just at the thought of you clenching down on him like earlier. “do it, toni,” you moaned.

it didn’t take long for anton to slip his fingers in your ass, just two out of consideration, also beginning to pick up his pace. you buried your face against the sheets, balling your fists at how overwhelming it all felt. it was a completely different type of pleasure from what you were used to that it made your head go completely blank, just moaning over and over as anton slammed his hips against you, fingers pressing down on your sensitive spot.

”god, baby, you’re so wet,” anton frowned, biting his lip at the obscene wet noises you were starting to make with how wet you’ve gotten. as much as anton wanted to keep going until you were a complete mess, he was feeling just as pent up from the lack of attention his cock has gotten in the past week. “i’ll be cumming soon, princess. are you close?”

you could only claw at the sheets, body moving forward with every thrust anton did. “t-toni! there!” you cried out, making anton chuckle weakly. he wasn’t sure where you even meant, but he still tried to move his hips consistently for you. anton’s fingers slowly reached deeper, pressing on a different sensitive spot that made you clench down on him.

”fuck, you meant here, baby?” anton groaned, slumping forward at how tight you were clamping down on him. he kept pounding into you, chasing after his orgasm as he kept teasing the walls in your ass. “cumming! anton!” you cried out, burying your screams against the sheets as you came. anton pulled out quickly, shooting his load all over your ass. he watched as you made a huge mess, thighs shaking at how intense your orgasm was.

he bit his lip, playing with his cum and trying to push it inside your ass. you tapped your hand against the bed, thighs still trembling at how overwhelmed you were feeling. anton muttered a small apology, taking his fingers out and giving you kisses all over your back.

you finally crashed down, limp body splayed out without a sign of movement. first, anton laughed at the sight, and then he stood up to wipe you clean, rolling you over so you don’t suffocate yourself. anton cleaned you up quickly, peppering you with kisses once he was done. “good job, baby. thank you for playing along with me,” anton laid on top of you, kissing your neck in appreciation.

anton chuckles at the cute look on your face, “you know, i think you enjoyed it more than i did, y/n.” and you honestly did, but you’d never bring it up to him first nor would you ever admit to his face that you liked having your ass teased.

”hurry up and buy that toy you’re talking about,” you mumbled, blushing shyly as anton grinned at you.

you could already hear what he was thinking, “i’m not saying i liked it, i just want to get it over with so you’d stop fixating on my asshole.”

anton shot you a smug grin, "yeah, yeah— all i'm hearing is how much you enjoyed it." he pressed a kiss on your forehead, lips lingering as he smiled softly. "we'll have to keep stretching you out for me though," he breathed out, resting his face against your hair.

"i know," you mumbled, blinking sleepily. "if you're gonna ask if you can keep playing with it until those toys arrive— fine, you can." you could hear anton's giddy giggles, pressing you closer to his body. you chuckled at his reaction.

"god, you're such a freak sometimes." anton laughs at your comment, leaning down to kiss your cheek just below your eye.

"mm, i'd just hold my tongue for now because i still have stuff i want to try with you."

you narrowed your eyes at him, heart beating from the sudden surge of panic and excitement. "are you serious?" anton just chuckles, pressing your head against his chest, as if telling you not to worry about it.

"you'll see, baby. i promise i'll be good like today."