#then I will eat all of your fingernails right out of your nail beds.

[temis-de-leon]

Opposites attract - 500 F.C.

Characters: Asmo x gn!reader

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CW: established relationship and mentions of past sex. Very fluffy; MC loves Asmo very much

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As far as you knew, the evening couldn’t be more perfect. The spot under the blankets wasn’t too hot or cold, both your phone and your laptop were almost fully charged up and the subtle drag of Asmo’s nails wasn’t overstimulating your skin, following the path of the veins in your arm without leaving any marks. Sometimes, he’d press the right amount and tickle you, making you shiver, and he’d let out a giggle that would die in the creases of your hoodie.

However, now that you actually thought about it, you hadn’t heard anything in a while. His weight was still right next to you and his scent filled the space inside the canopy bed, subtly blending with the roses’ aroma in a way Asmo surely had calculated; but there was no chuckle anymore.

You hoped he’d fallen asleep; because just thinking about your day together drained you. After all, your beautiful boyfriend had woken you up that morning at the crack of dawn only to spend hours dragging you from one point of town to another while stopping at the mall in between. Visiting all the different hot spots doing no more than shopping, eating the trendiest snacks and taking pictures of absolutely everything, you felt as if your body was finally falling apart piece by piece. Your muscles were sore and your joints ached, surely even a demon would be tired from all of that as well?

But of course, you were wrong.

“You know…” a soft voice said from under your chin. Apprehension twisted your guts in a knot. Nothing calm or relaxing ever came from those words. “If you wanted to play dress up, I could’ve shown you what I bought today” 

“I already saw what you bought today. I was there”

“I know you were there, silly!” he laughed, not bothering to hide the sultriness in his amused tone. The mattress rustled under his movements and soon you had him kneeling by your side, looking down at you and cupping your face with both hands.

His skin was much softer than yours; always had been. And so was his hair and the edge of his fingernails. Yours had only gotten better after you started dating him and even then he still had to beg on his knees for you to accept his help. What could you say? You didn’t really understand the appeal of wasting time and money to look prim and proper.

Also, you were already attractive without any of that.

“But store light is not the same as daylight or nightlight and certainly not the same as my room light or your room light” Asmo continued talking as he climbed over you to hop off the bed but stopped with a purr when you grabbed his waist to take him right back to his previous position. “Oh, this is nice too!”

You didn’t bother to fight the impulse to roll your eyes, instead tilting the laptop’s screen urgently. At the sight of it, Asmo let out a dramatic cry and fell face-first into his silk pillow.

“MC…!”

“Honey, this is important” you argued without a hint of humour. The half-naked girl in the saturated game menu stared at the both of you with an empty-minded smile. “Our girl here needs to wear chic and glamorous for the show and we don’t have enough gems for that chiffon dress. I’m getting stressed”

“You’re getting stressed? I’m the one having a bad time here! I just offered to do a private catwalk in the comfort of my beautiful room and you just said no in favour of some ill-proportioned virtual girl!”

His voice waved, threatening to spill real tears, but you really couldn’t risk the possibility of him getting naked in front of you.

While his powers didn’t have any effect on your mind, you loved your boyfriend too much not to find him attractive at any moment. He could be wearing the most horrendous outfit and it would probably still work against you, although Asmo probably wouldn’t believe that statement. When he took care of himself it made you feel dizzy; and when he was naked?

Absolute malfunction.

“Baby, I’m being honest with you, the moment you get out of your clothes I'm gonna lose my grip on reality and if we have sex right now like we had last week I’m gonna need three to five business days to start working properly again and you know perfectly well Lucifer is not going to let me skip classes tomorrow”

That caused a few seconds of silence. You could see how your words slowly eased Asmo's hurt feelings, gently forcing a flattered smile out of him while the shimmer in his eyes went from watery to magical.

Once again you tilted the laptop's screen, leaning over to kiss the tip of the demon's nose before quickly retreating.

“Chic and glamorous, baby” you said in a singing tone while smiling coyly.

After what felt like forever, Asmo finally rolled his eyes and resumed his place under your chin, knowingly manoeuvring his body so your hand would grasp his waist in a seductive pose. With a judgemental tone, he pointed at the half-naked girl.

“And you’re going with that?”

Some things would never change, you guessed.

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[redcoralpot]

Eleganti - Poly!Stuilly x FTM!Reader

If you saw this before it was reposted, no you didn't.

Warnings: Implied internalized homophobia.

Summary: The heat has managed to affect all of you, and the only solution? A date at Stu's house with a dash of nail polish. You're sure they were both thrilled.

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The summer heat truly had gotten to the three of you, with not even a cool breeze to give you relief. Rich boy Stu Macher’s parents were away for the weekend, again, which left his house the ideal place to take shelter in. If you had to be honest, you did not mind the temperature– kind of. The bottles of nail polish in your bag clinked together as you walked up the stairs; you knew Billy would be able to sit still long enough for it to dry. Stu, on the other hand, you weren’t so sure of. Not without heat and plenty of air flow.

Speaking of the devil, Billy glanced up from his book as you creaked the door open, leisurely spread on Stu’s bed. He raised an eyebrow at your appearance, before going back to reading, shifting a little to the side so you had more room to sit down. A smug grin slowly spread over your lips as you set your backpack down on the bed and unzipped it, making a show of the little, colorful bottles you displayed inside. You scooched beside it, and after setting down a towel in front of you, cracked open the first container.

Seeming to catch the smell, Billy spoke up, “Nail polish?”

“Yeah, want some?” He watched as you meticulously picked the colors you wanted, his mouth pursing.

“Not right now.”

You shrugged, applying a lavender base to your fingernails, “Suit yourself!”

Your hand flinched as the door was shoved open, smearing the liquid down your skin, only to be greeted by the eccentric figure of Stu. Upon seeing the predicament he caused, he bounced his shoulders and held up his hands beside his head, with an exaggerated frown. 

“Uh… whoops!”

He sauntered over, pressing his face into your shoulder. In response, you slapped the towel onto his face after wiping the spilled polish on the material. Stu grumbled something; it was ineligible. 

It eventually slid off on its own, with a little help from the teen shaking his head, “Suffocate me, why don’t you?”

Chuckling, you said, “You were the one who made me mess up, tough guy.”

“I totally meant for that to happen.” He slipped his arm over you, hanging like a sloth.

“If you meant it, then you have to be my test subject!”

Stu made a noise, contemplating. You wouldn’t force him to wear it, of course, but it was funny threatening something so harmless anyway. After just a few seconds, you felt the weight on your back release; Stu had moved in favor of shoving your bag into Billy to make space for himself. Then, the noodle of a guy flopped across from you, sitting criss-crossed with the most shit eating grin you have ever seen. Billy scowled at the rough treatment, but the expression was covered by the other’s knee.

He leaned forward, “Gimme orange.”

“Good choice!”

To prevent smearing, you blew on your covered nails as best you could, before bright orange coated the tiny brush in your hand. Stu seemed giddy as you took his hand, peering down, applying the cool liquid with precision. It was such a contrast to what his hand felt like; rough and as warm as a furnace. In the corner of your eye, you could see Billy’s eyes watching over Stu’s jeans, his book long forgotten. Finally, you finished, and allowed the fidgety boy to hold up his palms. His eyes were wide as he admired your handiwork, flexing his fingers with pride.

Stu tapped the top of Billy’s head with his elbow, “Hey, dude, want some of this?”

“Hm.”

“C’mon—”

“Black.”

You snickered, “I knew you’d crack.”

Billy rolled his eyes and leaned on Stu, holding out a hand. He shivered when you made a slight mistake, and gave you an unimpressed look as you fixed it with the edge of your towel. You could only complete one hand before he stopped you.

“Look who’s gonna be Cruella this Halloween!” Stu sneered, poking the other’s nose.

“Hey, hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You shut the bottle, carefully sealing them all back in your bag, “Fuddy duddy William could be making a new trend.”

“Never call me that again. Is this enough for you two?”

Stu cocked his head, “Lemme think… nope.”

You stretched your body out, setting your belongings on the ground. Opening Stu’s own closet, you ran your fingers over the variety of shirts and robes the guy had. In the very back, there was a band shirt, obviously too small for Stu; he grew out of it by the time he was sixteen. You held it out, studying it, before shrugging and taking it off the hanger. Your shirt flew over your head and smacked Stu in the face, but the air soothed the sweat that was gathering under your double sport bras, at least for a moment. Then, the newer shirt covered everything back up, and the dark material banned anyone from clocking the extra layers underneath.

“Why don’t we go out for ice cream?” you suggested.

Stu pumped his fist, even though your shirt was still clinging to his body. Billy shook his head, a little smile playing on his lips when Stu ran out the door, presumably to get his car keys. You, on the other hand, hesitated when you saw a shadow underneath the shirt, where your chest lay. The only other boy left in the room must have caught on, because you felt a passing hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.

“You look fine, it’s normal.”

He met your gaze. However, someone was getting impatient, as a muffled shout rang through the closed window, “Coming? I’m totally getting pistachio this time, and you gotta be here to see me try it!”

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[hitomisuzuya]

hiihihihiihiihiiiiiii suzzuuuu could you

could you do like

rough scara x reader after a christmas dinner where reader had said something about him and so he decides to fuck reader really roughly when they get back to their apartment:3

COULD UOU ALSO INCLUDE HIM SLAPPING READERS CUNT AND SPANKING THEM

GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR RECOVERY AND HOPEFULLY YOUR MOOD GETS BETTER!!!!

-🎧

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Spanking. Cunt/clit smacking. Rough sex. Degradation.

I take a breather to eat something and come back to this 😳😳😌

Everyone always saw how you doted on Scaramouche. So someone decided to politely call you out on it, "Does Scaramouche always get his way?" To which you simply replied with a smile, "No, Scaramouche doesn't always get his way."

Oh he didn't? You had another thing coming when you got back home to your shared apartment.

You yelped feeling the sting of Scaramouche's hand across your ass. Your ass was up in the air, your face buried into the pillows as you moaned in bliss. Every smack to your ass made your cunt clench and your clit throb.

"What was it that you said? That I don't always get my way?" Scaramouche hissed, rubbing the inflamed skin before bringing his hand down hard again. You yelped, your fingernails clawing into the pillows. "I am easily getting my way. Or do you just like being spanked?"

You let lout a loud moan, your ass stinging more as Scaramouche smacked it again. He flipped you over onto your back so fast it stunned you. Batting your legs apart, he gave your cunt a wet smack.

Your hips jerked off bed, tears stinging your eyes as a strong jolt of pleasure went straight to your swollen clit. The moan you let out, watching your seize up was intoxicating. The rougher he was with you, the better it felt.

He smacked two fingers once, twice on your clit, leaning down to lick away the tears that fell from your eyes. You looked at him with such defiance that it made his cock throb harder. "Maybe I should put you over my knee and spank you again. You were moaning like such a pathetic slut," He flicked your clit, kenning a loud cry from your throat.

Spreading your legs further apart, he rubbed precum onto your clit leaking from the head of his cock. He smacked your cunt again as you grinded up needily to seek friction from his cock, giving you a glare to remind you of your place.

Scaramouche hissed in pleasure, his cock throbbing as it sheathed it inside of you. He bottomed out with a harsh snap of his hips. "I always get my way," He groaned huskily, pulling out to stuff his cock back inside your cunt, stretching you out all at once.

His hips smacked into yours, barely giving you time to adjust to his length as he slammed his cock deep into your sweet spot. You put your arms around him, your nails clawing at his skin as you writhed and moaned under him.

"Cry for me, slut," Scaramouche taunted, watching his cock glide in and out of you. Your walls were clamping tighter with each thrust, practically seeing stars he was fucking himself so deep into you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You whimpered behind shameless moans. You couldn't regret what you said, not when the result was him fucking so harshly. "I always let you have your way!"

"That's right, whore," Scaramouche moaned, his thrusts turning sloppy. He held your hips tight, holding you still, kissing his cock into your sweet spot relentlessly. He gave your clit one last smack, making you cum hard, screaming from the intensity of your orgasm.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a dominant kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth to muffle his loud moan, his cock throbbing cum inside of you. He pulled out so he could watch the last ribbon of cum spill onto your cunt. "Always know your place."

[hb-writes]

Alligators & Crocodiles

Summary: Mia is running late for an outing with her parents and Emmett helps her to speed things along.

Characters: Emmett Cullen & Mia Cullen (OC)

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“Now, sit still until those dry,” Rosalie said as she collected the nail polish and stood up from the kitchen island. “Don’t touch anything for fifteen minutes.” 

Mia was notoriously bad at the part of nail polish application that required her to stay put and allow it to set, part of why Rosalie habitually said 'no' when her sister requested a manicure, but after watching Mia struggle to paint the fingers on her right hand for several minutes on account of the brace on her left wrist, she took pity and took over, finishing her sister’s nails in a matter of seconds. 

“But it’s quick dry...polish,” Mia started, her voice growing close to silent as Rose turned back to glare at her. “Ok, fine. Fifteen minutes. I know, I know,” she grumbled after Rosalie’s retreating form. Her sister hadn't actually threatened violence if Mia ruined her manicure, but Rosalie's thoughts on the matter were clear enough.

Emmett shifted into the seat beside Mia and grasped his sister’s hands, looking more closely at the black fingernails. Emmett was half-surprised to learn the girls even had black nail polish in the house. He couldn’t remember ever seeing it on any of them before.

“It’s kind of a badass look,” Emmett said as he admired the nails. "Very angsty teenager of you." 

“I like ‘em,” Mia answered with a shrug, pulling her hand away to admire the color herself. “Found it in Alice’s stash.” 

Emmett nodded. The information tracked. While Rose wore only shades of red on her nails, Alice was known for experimenting with various shades—she was currently exploring blue hues.

Mia pulled her gaze from her nails as Carlisle came into the kitchen, stopping on the other side of the island.

“You’re all ready to go?” Carlisle asked, his gaze catching her freshly painted nails, though he didn't comment on them. 

"Yup," she answered. “All set."

Mia was still a bit surprised she had pulled it off after ignoring three alarms and staying in bed far longer than she intended. She had planned to be up early enough to fit in packing, a full shower routine, and a manicure before they were due to leave, but her desire for sleep had gotten in the way of that, tightening her morning schedule. With the exception of her nail polish and her hair, which was still shower- damp against her back, she'd been successful.

“Very good,” Carlisle answered. Mia knew her parents were eager to get on the road to the airport. If it wasn’t for her, the whole family would have made the trip to Alaska on foot. It would be faster, and it was what the others were doing, but Mia couldn’t reasonably make the journey that way, so Carlisle, Esme, and Mia would be driving to Seattle before boarding a flight to Alaska. 

“The car is all packed, so we’re just waiting for you," he offered. "We should be on the road in ten minutes.”  

“Well, Rosalie said I’m not allowed to move for the next—” Mia glanced at the clock. “—twelve minutes.” 

“Well, we’ll be leaving in ten," Carlisle answered. She was always amazed at the way her father could be unremarkably human in some moments, especially where air travel was concerned. He always had them to the airport far earlier than necessary, fussing about schedule and timeline.

“Fine," Mia conceded, "but if these nails get messed up and she's mad, I’m blaming you and mom.” 

Carlisle snorted. “I’ll deal with your sister,” he answered. “You just get yourself out to the car. You’ve had your breakfast?” 

“Yeah, um, I’m good," she mumbled. "Not really hungry.” 

Carlisle raised an eyebrow. “You know the rules, Mia. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” 

She wasn’t allowed to leave home without having something to eat, especially not when they'd be in a car driving for the next few hours.

“I know, but it's early and I’m not hungry and my nails are wet and—” Mia stopped herself as her father just continued staring at her, eyebrows still raised. “Fine. fine I guess I’ll figure out some way to eat something even though I'm not—”

“I’ll help,” Emmett interrupted, a smirk on his face as he pinched Mia’s cheek. “It’ll be just like old times. Choo choo train and all.”

“Not too much like old times,” Carlisle advised, remembering how feeding his daughter as a toddler had often been a full out excursion, spanning hours and requiring a clean up crew. 

“We need to be on the road in—” Carlisle glanced at his watch “—eight minutes.” 

“Eight minutes,” Mia agreed. 

It wasn’t worth arguing that they need not be so early for the airport. Carlisle liked to be early, to make sure they wouldn’t be impeded by traffic or long security lines or whatever else it was dads worried about where airports were concerned. 

Emmett moved to the fridge, humming as he scoured for breakfast options. “What special breakfast shall we feed Miss Mia this morning?” he asked the question in a sing-song voice that had a bit of heat rushing to Mia's cheeks, the familiarity of the little jingle bringing her straight back to early childhood when her family sang to her before every meal, hoping to entice her into being cooperative with eating. 

“Emmett, come on,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t be making too much of this opportunity to tease her, but as he turned back to her, a cheeky grin on his face, she knew it would be too enticing for him to pass up. 

“There’s ketchup and olives,” he said, holding up the two options. 

“Emmett, it’s not funny. And Dad said we only have—”

“No? Okay, how about chocolate syrup and…eggs?” 

“Em, seriously we don’t have time for this,” Mia groaned, starting to stand up. “If you’re going to play, I’ll just do it my—”

“Yogurt and blueberries, it is,” he interrupted. “Take a seat, Miss Mia.” 

Mia slid back into the chair, mindful of her nails, and Emmett zoomed around the kitchen, rinsing the berries and putting everything together in a bowl. 

“Do we need a bib?” he asked, the first spoonful already poised and ready when he arrived beside her. "You used to make a mess with blueberries and yogurt. Picked all the berries out and dumped the yogurt all over—"

“I’m going to hit you if you don't stop.” 

“No, you’re not,” Emmett answered with a smile. “It’ll ruin your pretty nails.” 

Mia huffed. “A risk I’m willing to—”

Emmett pushed the spoon into Mia’s mouth, quieting his sister's threat with yogurt and berries which Mia had no choice but to chew and swallow.

“Can you not do that?”  

Mia covered her mouth this time as she spoke, protecting herself from any unexpected spoon feeding. 

“We’re on a strict timeline, kiddo,” Emmett answered. “Now, open up for the choo choo train. Chugga chugga chug—!”

“Stop or I’ll—”

“Eat all your breakfast?” Emmett suggested as he successfully delivered another bite into Mia’s mouth. “You do realize I’m trying to help you here, right?” 

Mia chewed and swallowed before continuing. “You’re being an idiot. I’m not a baby and it’s not—” 

Funny, that was what Mia was about to say, but instead another spoonful of breakfast crashed into the side of her mouth, landing half in and half out, yogurt dripping down her chin. 

“EMMETT!” Mia shouted as he leapt up, reaching across the island for a towel which he used to wipe his sister’s face. 

“I guess we did need a bib after all.” 

“You know, I may not be able to use my hands, but I can still kick you.” 

Emmett snorted. “Then it really would be like old times, wouldn’t it?” he asked, “A full on tantrum while you're in the highchair.”

“Can we just get this over with?”

“Stop talking so much and it won’t be a problem,” he said, scraping at the sides of the bowl. “Last bite, Mi Mi. Spaceship coming in for a special landing.”  

Mia huffed at the commentary, but opened her mouth, allowing Emmett to feed her the last bite. 

“You’re a menace,” she said as he wiped at her mouth once again. 

“You should talk,” Emmett answered. “An absolute terror.” 

“If I am, I learned it all from—”

Emmett lifted his sister in his arms, silencing the words from her mouth and removing the breath from her lungs as he rushed her out to the car. 

“Right on time,” Carlisle commented as Emmett dropped his sister into the backseat.

“Yeah, but at what cost?” Mia complained. “He got yogurt all over me and was acting like a—” 

“I cleaned it up,” he answered. “And it wouldn’t have happened if you just let the choo choo into the—”

“Don’t even say it,” Mia warned. 

“Into the station,” Emmett finished with a grin. 

“The choo choo?" Esme asked as she turned in the passenger seat to face Mia and Emmett, a fond smile on her lips. "You used to love the choo choo when you were a baby.”

“Yeah, well, that may be so, but I’m not exactly a baby anymore.”

“You’ll always be our baby, right, Carlisle?” she said, reaching out to squeeze her husband’s hand. 

"I'm afraid that's exactly how it works, sweetheart," Carlisle answered. "Nothing that can be done about it."

Mia took a breath. She tried not to get angry at her parents for expressing these types of sentiments, embarrassing as they could be. She knew they came from a good place, just like she knew she didn't truly mind them thinking of her that way. Most of the time, she quite enjoyed their doting nature.

It was just her siblings who annoyed her with it.

“That’s right,” Emmett added with a smirk. “You’ll be the baby even when you’re seventy-two. Better get used to it.” 

“Only if you get used to the fact that you’ll still be an idiot.” 

“An idiot who loves you even when you’re a menace.”

Mia opened her mouth to argue further, but Carlisle cut off the conversation, reminding them of the time and their need to get going.  

“See ya later, alligator,” Emmett said as he grabbed the seatbelt, pulling it around her and securing it in place.

Like the special breakfast jingle and choo choo train spoon feedings, the phrase was a blast from the past, something Mia had once insisted on when saying goodbye to her family members, but she hadn’t heard it from Emmett's lips in ages.

Still, the answer rolled off her tongue as if the response was automatic, as if she couldn't stop herself even if she tried.

“After a while, crocodile,” Mia answered with a well-natured eye roll directed at her brother, a bright smile on his face.

“Have a safe trip, kiddo,” he offered before placing a kiss on her forehead and shutting the car door, sending them on their way right on schedule. 

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[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 5: Bondage with Ashe

fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains dom!ashe, vibrators

“Well don’t you just look good enough to eat, sugar.”

Your girlfriend’s words make you flush a little, squirming as best you can against the ropes. Your hand were bound above your head, slightly digging in to your skin. Your legs were also tied, one to each bedpost at the foot of the bed, leaving you completely immobile. All you can do is look at Ashe, your breath heavy as she watches you carefully.

"I could just do anything to ya right now." she smirks, manicured red nails dragging gently down your side and making you giggle softly. She goes back up before groping your breast, clad in a beautiful lace bra she'd bought you. Loving the way you try and arch into her, she watches as instead you whimper gently as the ropes restrict you. Ashe pinches your nipple, just to further prove how helpless you are under her.

However she finally moves her hand down to cup your pussy, matching underwear looking beautiful against your skin, just like she knew they would when she stole bought them. The feel of your dampness soaking through the material makes your girlfriend moan quietly, never failing to be affected by how needy you are for her.

"So stunnin'" she praises, making you cry out when she starts to rub circles under your panties. The pressure on your clit felt incredible, aided by how vulnerable you felt with your legs kept spread open. No matter how much wriggling, the ropes don't budge.

"You ain't gettin' free doll, not before you cum." she teases, laughing softly at your plea. You both knew the safeword, and you knew wholeheartedly that she was stop if that word was uttered from your lips. But it felt way too good to stop, able to move your hips a little as you grind into her fingers.

But she stops, grabbing something you can't quite see until you feel it. Vibrations. Slipping it into your panties, you cry out pitifully as the material keeps the toy in place, buzzing incessantly against your clit. The more you squirm, the more helpless you feel as the ropes restrict you completely.

Ashe drinks in the sight, fingernails gently scratching at your thigh and hip. At your whimpers, she'll dig in a little, slight red lines decorating your skin to compliment the abrasions around your wrists. Occasionally, she plays with your nipples more, just to push you closer and closer to the edge.

When you go, she smiles proudly before cooing "Yeah that's it sugar, be a good girl f'me and cum", watching you spasm against the vibrator until you become overstimulated. Moving it away, she smirks as you look at her expectantly.

"Awe baby, you thought I was gonna untie ya after just one? I think you can give me another." she teases sadistically, moving your panties to the side and pushing two fingers in. You can't help but gasp and clench around her, as you realise it's gonna be a very long night.

[thatsmooji]

it’ll always be you.

— connie springer x reader

❝ The Ship of Theseus: The ship of Theseus set sail from a port, and over the course of its journey, every piece of wood and every crew member was replaced. By the time it reaches its destination, is it still the same ship? ❞

oneshot: slow morning chats, slice of life, fluff, hurt/comfort (not really much hurt), self care, existentialism (just a smidge), connie reflects on his sense of self, nonspecific reader (reader is called beautiful once), semi-proofread, ooc

notes: omg my first oneshot on tumblr!! i've never been confident writing x reader fics, but right now i have a desperate need to write out situations based on myself, and this is the perfect way to do that. i hope you all enjoy ♡ (also, i desperately need to get a new laptop. i HATE writing on my phone, but i refuse to sit at my desktop just for html mode)

“i’ve got you. it’s alright.”

connie nodded, slowly cracking open one eye to watch as you began carefully clipping his fingernails. he had always taken care of himself, even though the end result was often shabby at best.

you were gentle though, lightly maneuvering his digits as you clipped each nail. in fact, you had been beyond patient with him the entire day.

connie has experienced slumps before, but never one this severe. he couldn't even bring himself to get out of bed this morning; letting himself be consumed by the weight of the world, even though his world was calling for him from the kitchen. as soon as you returned to the bedroom to see what was taking your boyfriend so long, you immediately knew something was up.

but after a long hug, much reassurance, and a few short kisses, you found yourself here. the entire morning was spent taking care of your love: soaking in the bath, washing and moisturizing his hair, lightly dousing yourselves in comforting fragrances (sweet thing wanted to wear one of your perfumes for the day), eating light meals, and now, taking care of his nails.

during all of this, connie didn't speak much. he wasn't upset. he just didn't feel the need to fill the tranquil space with his usual loud demeanor. he was here with you, and both of you were okay with that. even so, he still wondered if this was really alright.

as of lately, connie had become quieter…gentler. it started around just you. you were a talker, of course. but your speech was always smooth and inviting. you hardly ever raised your voice, and connie slowly found him speaking lower to match you. more so, his friends have started to point out his gradually changing personality. none of them said it was a bad thing, of course. onyankopon just said that he was starting to mellow out, and enjoy life at a more languid pace; nothing wrong with that. eren would jokingly commend connie on finally deciding to settle down.

still, connie wondered if something was wrong. he was changing, and that had never happened before. he'll always be himself though, right?

he remembered you mentioning something similar to this once. a “paradox,” you called it, named The Ship of Theseus. he remembered answering the question with a no, of course its a different ship. no part of it was the same. but now, he wondered if that was really correct? how many parts of him could change before he was no longer…connie?

“something on your mind, baby?”

connie looked down at you. you were so beautiful, and always attentive to his needs. everything about you was an answer to a prayer, and not once has he ever taken your love for granted.

“do you think i'm different? like, have i changed?” connie asked, trying his best not to fidget as your swiped a layer of clear polish on his ring finger. there was no ring there, and every day he wanted to change that. for you and for him.

“hmm…sure you have,” you stated, glancing up as connie sucked in a breath at your response. “but not for the worst. you're still my connie.”

“but what if i change more. what if i change so much of myself that you won't recognize me?”

you paused your actions for a moment, fully looking up at your boyfriend. his jaw was locked tightly, and his eyes were squinted in uncertainty. still, he was as handsome as ever. you never thought once to judge him for his concerns. this one even peaked your interest.

“that won't happpen,” you confirmed, taking his hand that had already dried in yours. “no matter what you do, or what you look like, you will always be connie springer.”

connie tightened his grasp on your hand, looking out towards the window of your bedroom. he was so lucky to have you. you were perfect for him, and there was no hesitance in saying that to anyone.

“i think i want to dye my hair.”

“of course, love,” you nodded, picking up your nail polish to finish painting his nails.

[peace-for-levi]

Welcome Back

lol hiiiii, sorta haven't written in *checks watch* eight months so i am RUSTY.

cw: feelings of grief, graphic descriptions of dissociation, reader feeling disconnected and needing to be grounded. post-expedition hurt-comfort is my fav genre, lol.

word count: 1447.

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Arms up. Arms down.

Grief anchors and weighs you down like a ball and chain. It's heavy, cumbersome and you are left to just bear the brunt of it. It has a way of removing you from the world, leaving you unable (even unwilling) to reconnect. The most recent expedition and the deaths that came with it weigh down on your shoulders. You lean over, back hunched. Neck tense.

Distantly, you recognise what it is you are feeling (or lack of.) Distantly, you recognise the expedition has probably sent you into this state.

Your vision is 'stretched', or distorted, and everything has a dull fuzz to it. You're sure if you reached to grab the book on your bedside locker, it would slip through your fingers and melt away.

And that you'd wake up from this.

You form a fist and relax it, stretching your fingers. Lines on your fingers; oh, five fingers, all with fingernails. Five sets of knuckles. These are your hands? Surely, right?

You form a fist and this time you squeeze, and you almost feel your nails sink in. Just slightly but it's enough for you to shudder. In realization? In pain?

It's not unusual for your mind to be stuck out in the plains beyond the Walls. The boom and echo of flares rattles in your ears, the screams of your comrades leaves your head spinning. The idea of being back in your bedroom is just something you haven't registered yet, too busy stuck somewhere between a nightmare and reality.

A fake, shadowy middle of unreality.

It's nauseating, harrowing. If not for your feet pressed to the floor and your calves backed to the edge of the bed frame, you'd have a hard time trusting gravity in keeping you down.

There's a voice in the foreground, but you're not quite there yet. Their speech is fragmented.

You cling to reason; to routine and actions. You try to cling to dialogue and even though you understand the words, they don't get processed. You try to attune to the conversation, however one-way it is.

"Your shoulders tense up when you get like this. Relax."

Shoulders… ah, your shoulders? So you roll them. You don't really know what else to do. Tense? Why are you tense and what–

…

What are you…?

Where…?

Levi senses he's losing you further here, so he gives you an order. A command; you can latch onto that. It'll give your brain something to do, long enough to take you away from the plains.

"Legs out. I'll undo your buckles," he says as he kneels between your legs.

Leg up, straighten, leg down.

Same idea again for your left.

The frigid air against your – now – bare skin makes you shiver. Your clothes are being taken off, piece by piece.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Do you know…?" is a question that he noticed that also makes you come back to your senses. He has asked a question that requires a logical answer; you need to go searching for clues.

You know it's your bedroom – what else could it possibly be? – but it just looks so… wrong. In a moment of faint realization, you feel the night's gentle breeze prick the skin on your legs. You turn to the bedside locker and see a bowl of lumpy, congealed soup with a bread roll that looks like it's on the verge of going bad. You must have forgotten to eat it. There's an oil lamp next to the soup, as well as an old book. Reading is a bit too hard at the moment; you can hardly put together the title of the book.

Now you look in front of you. Of course the black hair and grey eyes belong to your lover, but he didn't look so real right now. If you reached out to touch him, would you feel the black tresses spill between your fingers? The war-torn hands clasp your own?

You sink your fingertips into his scalp. He lets it happen, lets you cling to him. He doesn't even flinch, he knows you need grounding. He brings a hand up and rests it on yours, as if to say…

Feel me.

I am alive. You are alive. We are both here, and you will not wake up from this.

(Your brain just needs a lot of convincing.)

He squeezes his hand over yours. "You're getting ready for a bath, I'm helping you," he states. More information to cling to. "Whatever you're feeling, let it be there."

He is slowly walking you to your ensuite. The ground beneath your feet felt soft, even for oak planks. You fumble as you walk, second-guessing your surroundings, but Levi's got you.

He's always there.

The boundaries of the room appear elusive and murky, as you reach out for the skirting on the sides of the bathroom door. Levi was smart and had the bath ready to go, warm water prepped. With a cupped palm, he gently guides you into the bath.

"Step in."

A command to follow.

Leg up, over, and sit.

You soak into the heated water and sit down. You vaguely feel the suds cling to you. The aware part of you hopes they'll wash away the muddy feeling.

Levi begins to fill up a bucket of the sudsy water. He takes a look at your toned back, marred with grime, dirt and caked blood, and stops. He thumbs over some of the rougher sores and tears; some of these scars have been there for years. Shades of purples and blacks and reds, dotting the surface; all serving as a horrific reminder that, so far, you have made it back home every time.

You watch the dirt drip down and swirl in the water, floating there.

Silence permeates between the two of you, and normally, it is a comfortable silence. But Levi wanted to check in.

"How are you doing now, [F/n]?"

Blink. You stare back at him with pupils blown, looking at everything and nothing. "Fine."

"Do you know who I am?" He asks, carefully, scrubbing your shoulders.

Black hair, grey eyes. "Levi…" you murmur.

He nods. Should he press further? He's not sure.

Dissociation is a fickle defense mechanism with a hair-trigger temperament. It can be the deaths of the comrades in your most recent expedition; it could also be triggered by the smell or sound that reminds you of something unpleasant. It sometimes comes when it wants and Levi learned the best way to deal with it was to not deal with it. To let it happen, and sit beside you as it does.

"Don't fight it. Let it be there."

But you don't want it to be there. You stretch out your palm and reach for the towel, but you just hold it. Maybe for comfort, maybe to feel a texture. You register the caked blood by your cuticles and you keep it in your mind's eye for a second, but your vision starts to splinter again.

"But it feels awful…" you find yourself saying. "I hate not recognising my surroundings, I hate not–"

He cuts in. "I know, sweetheart. I know." He takes hold of your hand and squeezes. "I know." He assures.

Because he does.

He's sat with you through every episode of this.

He guides you out of the bath when you're done, and dresses you in your nightgown. He sweeps your hair up and out of your face, before cupping your cheeks. You practically fall into his hands. He pats your cheek in response.

"You back with me yet?"

You shake your head, but your answers are coming out quicker now. He steers you with one hand on the small of your back and peels back the comforter.

As the room gets shrouded in darkness, you're pulled to his chest. A smell of cedar and black tea, the thrum of his pulse and the rise and fall of his chest. Small circles being etched into your hips by his thumb.

"We're going to try to rest now." He tells you.

A command of sorts, something to stick to.

Get in bed, lie down, and breathe.

"Yes, okay," you mumble as you twiddle your thumbs. "Okay."

He pulls you impossibly closer, nose in the crook of your neck and suddenly... you're in the clear.

"I'm [F/n]. I'm in my room. I'm with Levi…" you whisper to yourself, with confidence.

"Welcome back," your lover sleepily replies.

{friendly reminder acceptance doesn't work for everyone but it is a healthy start for some!}

[citrinesparkles]

take a break

jason todd x gender neural reader. 595 words. notes: requested by the ever-lovely austen anon for my valentine's celebration! so sorry for the wait, love- i don't even want to acknowledge how much trouble this gave me. happy st paddy's for anybody celebrating! warnings: picking at fingernails, reader's stressed out and hangry, i think that's it!

"you're doing it again."

jason's voice gently dragged your attention away from the work you were poring over, bringing it to the fact that you were indeed picking at your nails.

"dammit," you muttered, clenching and unclenching your fists before very pointedly laying your hands on your keyboard. right where you could see them. "thanks, jay."

"mhm."

you and he returned to your peaceful co-existence, sitting on the bed and at the desk respectively, the only consistent sounds the jazz he had playing quietly and the rain hitting the window.

it was peaceful.

or it would have been, had your stomach not been in knots over the tasks staring you in the face. all you wanted to do was turn your computer off, throw your phone in a safe and forget the combination, and curl up into jason's side for the rest of the day.

with a sigh, you threw yourself back into your reading.

you made some progress, the words actually making sense this time- right until your boyfriend sniffled.

such an innocent action. he probably didn't even realize he did it; but you did.

and it threw you out of your rhythm.

you swore under your breath, letting your head fall forwards to thunk against the desk almost childishly.

you felt his eyes on you. "that bad, huh?"

"yes," you groaned into the desk. "that bad."

"maybe-"

"i don't really want advice."

there was the sound of fabric across fabric and the quiet creak of the bed, and then there was a hand on your upper back. "okay."

"i just- i don't want to do this."

"i know."

"i'm tired, i've got a headache, my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my eyelids hurt. i just want to go to sleep."

he hummed, rubbing small circles in between your shoulder blades.

"i'm so sick of this shit." you took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. "alright, what's your genius idea?"

"i wouldn't say ge-"

"jason."

"sorry," he said, grin fully audible. "how about a break to eat?"

"groundbreaking," you said dryly.

"i said i wouldn't call it genius."

you rolled your eyes. "it's not an awful idea, either."

"considering you didn't have breakfast-"

"alright," you groaned. "alright. food."

-

jason, damn his ass, was right. food did help.

but so did getting to curl up into his side on the couch, far away from both computer and phone, so he wasn't the only one that was right. so there.

now, here, away from the brain-melting screen and despair inducing deadline, with jason- wonderful, caring, genius jason- holding one of your hands loosely in his own against your shoulder, things somehow seemed a lot more manageable.

and his jazz- streaming through one earbud for each of you- was much more "smooth, lovely mood music" than "the very last straw", now.

funny how that worked.

funny how his rhythmic tapping on his thigh and low hum were the sweetest sounds you'd ever heard when you weren't neck-deep in reading.

"i like you a lot more out here," you said dryly, squeezing his hand.

"out here, or after food?"

"...no comment."

he chuckled, resting his head against his. "i'd see through it anyway."

"cocky."

"observant," he said playfully, "and therefore confident."

"confident, cocky, potato, potahto."

"only if potato is justified and potahto is not."

you huffed out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh, shut up. i'm listening to art."

he made a zipping motion over his lips, and you snuggled further into his side.

your work could wait a little while longer.

[starrylothcat]

STARRY BB!!! I come bearing a humble request

“a kiss against the neck which feels more like a bite,  teeth bruising skin”

with Hunter 😈🥰

LUV UUU

The Beast Within

Pairing: Beast!Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Mature themes. Mentions of blood and sex. Biting/kissing. Reader is kind of a monsterfucker. Hunter is a werewolf/vampire/monster close to transforming. Whichever beast you prefer. 😘

WC: ~900

A/N: I got carried away and made this a lil Halloween drabble! Sexy and dangerous monster/beast/werewolf Hunter anyone? You are all enabling me in writing feral Hunter! And I love it! Thanks for the ask, babe! 🫶

The moon hung heavy overhead, casting a pale glow through the window. The moon was only a day or two away from being full, but you didn’t need to look up in the sky to know that.

Based on the predatory shine in Hunter’s eyes as they roamed your form beneath him, you knew the full moon was close. His usual brown irises now had a golden hue, his pupils slit.

Hunter’s canines were longer and sharper. His fingernails may as well have been claws digging into the soft sides of your body as he growled against your mouth, his tongue delving deeper.

He wasn’t fully transformed, not yet. It usually started slow, a few days before. His urges became more animalistic, his senses somehow becoming even more acute, which drove him to the brink of madness, especially around you.

Under normal circumstances, he could smell you, hear you, sense you more so than any other man.

When he was close to transforming…he was insatiable. Your pheromones intoxicated him, egging on the beast inside that lay in wait.

Your normal passionate love-making turned animalistic fucking, which you took great enjoyment in.

Maybe it was the slight danger, knowing he could rip you open if he wasn’t careful. Possibly it was the thought that this was the real him, the real beast he kept at bay every single day, only able to free himself from those constraints these few nights.

Or maybe it was the full-body, mind-melting, hours-long intense fucking that happened right before he transformed.

Or maybe it was all of it combined.

You could feel his rigid length against your stomach, his growls becoming more feral, resonating from his chest, reverberating against your body.

His fangs caught slightly on your lower lip, drawing a speck of blood, his hands tearing at your clothes.

You moaned at the sensation, his sharp nails dragging down your torso, his lips moving to your neck. His rough pants against your hot skin enticed you, arching yourself more toward him.

“Hunter…” You gasped, entangling your fingers in his hair, tugging him down to your neck further.

You knew he was holding back, not wanting to hurt you, what was left of his conscious mind still hanging on by a thread.

“Please…more…” You pressed your hips up against him, rubbing on his cock. The sound Hunter made was a strangled whine, his canines trailing down your neck. You shivered, mewling as goosebumps erupted on your skin.

“Careful…what you ask for…mesh’la.” His tone had a low, snarling edge to it that sent shockwaves of arousal straight to your core, knowing he could smell it.

Hunter sucked at your neck, tasting your sweet sweat, palming one of your breasts with one hand, the other back to deliciously digging into your side, pinning you down on the bed beneath him.

There was no escape.

His sucks became harder, his tongue swirling over the emerging bruise. He was rutting against you now, desperate whines escaping him as his canines began to dig further into your supple flesh.

You tasted so good…so good…almost good enough to eat.

You gasped his name, pulling on his hair which seemed to have grown longer overnight, as you felt his fangs dig harder into your flesh.

You let out a cry as Hunter’s fangs broke the skin of your neck, sucking hard. Hunter let out a primal groan, his body shivering as he tasted your sugared blood on his tongue. His mind was screaming at him to stop, before he did something he regretted, before he actually hurt you.

Reluctantly, with the ounce of control Hunter still had left, he released your neck, licking at the marks he left, savoring your warm blood.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, his lips back on yours for a brief, sweet kiss. The gentle man that still had a thin string of command left in his mind was back, just for a moment.

He was about to apologize, but as he gazed down at you, the moonlight highlighting your flushed form, heaving chest, and swollen parted lips, he could feel the beast claw its way back. Your arousal filled the room and his nostrils so thickly, Hunter thought he might suffocate.

You liked it. You wanted more.

His pupils slitted, the beast coming back to the forefront of his consciousness.

The rest of your clothing was shed, torn into pieces.

Hunter pressed you down into the mattress face-first, yanking your hips up to meet him as he knelt behind you, almost fully formed claws indenting into your hips.

There was no going back now.

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[practically-an-x-man]

I'd love to see your take on Reyna or Erin?

Oooh sure!! I'm going to go with Reyna for this one, loosely based off of that whump idea ask you sent me a couple weeks ago :D

____

Reyna lay curled in a tight ball, trying to shield her eyes from the bright room around her. She'd drawn the curtains and shut off all the lamps, but it wasn't enough. The suns had yet to set and the eyedrops to dilate her pupils had yet to wear off, and everything was just too bright. Her whole face itched maddeningly.

She dug her fingernails into her palms, hating the flat, stubby feel of them. She'd had to cut them down for the mission, the same way she'd had to dilate her eyes to hide her slitted pupils, but it just felt wrong in the aftermath. It made her skin crawl for reasons she couldn't quite define.

All of this was wrong. Her eyes, her nails, the way she'd had to dye over all the crisp blue in her hair to make it more "natural", it wasn't right. It wasn't her. It reminded her of the old days, crushed under her stepmother's stiletto heel. And it worked for the mission, she got the information they all needed and already a team of rebels had flown off for the next stage, but without the distraction of the gala around her, the sensory torture became impossible to ignore.

Maybe if she laid absolutely still, eyes shut and hands clenched into fists, she could deal with this. Maybe.

Someone rapped on the doorframe, and Reyna's eyes flew open before she could think to stop herself. Just as quickly she hissed at the light that speared painfully into her eyes and curled herself into a tighter ball.

"I'm sorry." A soft voice whispered, as if it were her ears that were hypersensitive rather than her eyes. Her hearing was already stronger than the typical person's, but... it wasn't that strong.

"Reyna? How are you feeling?" The voice asked, a little louder, after she failed to respond. This time she placed who it was. Iorhael. Something within her eased just at the knowledge that he was here with her.

Reyna let out a low groan, the best she could manage with the discomfort still eating through her like a pool of acid. She heard Iorhael let out a faint breath, and then his footsteps came a little nearer.

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

The logical side of her mind was grateful he thought to ask - nobody had ever granted her that courtesy before him. The rest of her wanted so desperately to be comforted that she nearly burst into tears. Reyna settled for a loose nod, burrowing further into the bed.

After a moment, the mattress dipped below her as Iorhael slid into the bed. Tentatively, his arms slid around her body and secured her to his chest. He was careful to stay away from her hands, her hair, any other reminders of her discomfort. They were good like that.

Reyna still had her eyes clenched tightly shut, refusing to let any scrap of light in, but she could almost see Iorhael in her imagination. She could imagine the look on their face, the way their eyebrows got all screwed up when they were concerned and the little half-smile they must have shot her when they entered the room.

"Do you want anything to eat?" he asked a few minutes later, with the same careful words. He was being delicate, as delicate as he could be when he knew Reyna felt so off-kilter. He was good like that too.

She shook her head. Her discomfort had left her feeling vaguely nauseous, and food sounded incredibly unappealing. Not to mention the struggle of attempting to feed herself completely blind, or having Iorhael spoon-feed her like a child.

"Just... stay." Reyna mumbled, catching their hand around her waist and giving it a tight squeeze, "Please."

He didn't prattle on about the success of the mission like everyone else had: reminding her that the mission was a success, it all was worth it, it was all thanks to her, a thousand other things that she was sure were meant to be encouraging but really just became suffocating. He didn't flood her senses with too many words or little touches, and they didn't press her to speak or eat or anything else.

They just held her, in the dark and the silence, until her discomfort finally began to ease.

[mthollowell-writes]

A Job Done Well

31 Days of Horror Day 5: Clutch

(TW: Violence, Blood)

It was hard, but even a dirty job needed to be done well.

With one more hit, Ryle drove the final nail in, nice and clean. He stood to admire his work. The wooden floorboards were nice and smooth. The last owners of this cabin let it fall into disrepair. Water damage warped the old wood and the ceiling had holes that needed patching.

Winter was closing in. That shipment of lumber couldn’t have come at a better time.

Ryle nearly jumped out of his skin at a knock on his door. He dropped the hammer and swore.

“Are you in, Ryle? It’s me, Florence.”

Of course it was, he thought bitterly. He bent down to pick up his hammer and tried to still his racing heart.

There was no reason for him to be nervous. No one should suspect a thing.

“A minute, Flor,” he said. His eyes scanned the room to make sure nothing was out of place.

The main room was still an active workshop. He laid covers down for the paint and wood dye. All his furniture was pushed against the wall and the whole place smelled of freshly sanded wood. He had to work through the night to get the floor finished. But he was still uneasy. He laid some white cover down over the spot he just finished before answering the door.

Florence was a bulky woman with long gray hair tied into a ponytail and a smattering of freckles on her ruddy face. She was a whole decade older than him, but her plump features made her look younger than she was. She and her husband, Terry, lived in the cabin further down the hill, next to the creek bed.

Her brown eyes widened a bit as she took him in. “Goodness, Ryle! When’s the last time you slept?”

“I sleep fine,” he said tersely. But even as he said so, his sockets ached in his head. He couldn’t wait to be rid of her and in his bed for a well deserved rest.

“You’ve been up all night working again, haven’t you?” the nosy busybody tutted. “You keep me and Terry up all night with your hammering.”

Ryle ground his teeth. He clutched the door frame to keep his nerves from showing.

“What’cha bothering me about?” he snapped.

Florence startled back but tried not to let it show. She fixed her face into something more neutral.

“Well, you see, it’s my Terry. I haven’t seen him since last night.”

Ryle kept his voice flat. “What would I know about that?”

“Well,” she said again cautiously, “Terry got it into his stubborn head to talk to you about the noise. He would’ve been by sometime around 11.”

Ryle recalled. Terry was Florence’s opposite: a total reed of a man who looked fragile enough to break in two if the wind blew the wrong way. He pushed his way into Ryle’s house with nothing but his pajamas stuffed under his coat. He shook with cold and misplaced fury.

All Ryle wanted to be was left alone to his work. That was why he bought a house out here. To be left alone. But even here, he couldn’t get that.

Ryle rubbed his thumb over his hammer’s smooth handle. He was still holding it behind his back, right out of Florence’s sight. Why hadn’t he put it down?

“I didn’t see him,” Ryle lied. “Couldn’t you have missed him? I’ve seen him fishing some early mornings.”

“At this time of year?” She said aghast. “He’d catch his death from the chill off the water before anything worth eating. Besides, he wouldn’t have left without telling me.”

Frustrating woman. Ryle’s temples pulsed in exhaustion. Why couldn’t she leave him alone?

Then he heard a sound. He thought it was the wind blowing through the bare branches overhead, but the harder he listened, the closer it got. It was there--unmistakable--right behind him.

His heart beat jumped into his throat. The sound. It was like fingernails scratching against the wood. Desperate like a fever.

Ryle turned his head toward the patch of wood he just finished laying. There was no denying it. Something was clawing against the boards, trying to escape.

“You okay, Ryle?” Florence asked, her voice tinged in concern. “You paled up like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Cold sweat formed on his brow. He whipped around, his eyes bearing into her. “D’you hear that?”

“Hear what?” She took a step back.

“The scratching! Under the wood!”

“You’re not making sense, Ryle.”

But she must hear it. She must! It was too loud not to. She’s lying because she knows. She’ll leave and tell everyone and he’ll never know peace again.

“Ryle,” she asked again nervously. There was more distance between them but it wouldn’t be enough to save her.

He swung the hammer for her head and she fell with one blow. But she was only unconscious. It took a couple more blows to be sure. She barely resembled a face in the bloody pulp. The human skull was surprisingly difficult to crack.

He looked up at the gray sky and saw a flock of migrating birds fly overhead.

He would have to rip up his work and start over again.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

277 of 2023

100 questions about you, plus one.

Created by cinymin

How long have you been online today?

Not that long, I was at work.

First name?

Joeri.

Middle name?

Stijn.

Age?

Almost 33.

Male or Female?

Male, from what I know.

What part of the world are you from?

Belgium, if you even know where it is.

How tall are you?

180 cm.

How's your hair?

Short and brown.

What's your favorite color?

Black and green.

What color(s) are you wearing right now?

All black.

What's your shoe size?

Depending on the brand, anything between 41 and 43 in European.

Who owns the computer you are on?

Myself.

What is the first thing you see when you look in the mirror?

Blurry stains of colour lol/. I don’t really see without glasses.

What was the last dream you remember about?

Train station, and the certain person I mentioned once in another survey.

Do you have any birthmarks?

Yes, quite a few.

Do you have any tattoos?

Yes, two.

Do you have any peircings?

Yeah, eight.

How many siblings do you have?

One younger sister.

What's your favorite type of music?

Metal (djent, sludge), hip hop and industrial (EBM, futurepop). But I will listen to almost everything.

What's the worst song ever?

That Dance Monkey shit omg.

What's your favorite movie?

I don’t watch movies.

How long ago did you watch it for the first time?

N/A.

What's the worst movie ever?

All of them, so fucking boring.

When was the last time you went to the theatres?

I don’t go to such places.

What's your favorite show?

All the old British sitcoms.

What's the worst show on television?

All these reality crap shows like Married at First Sight.

What's in your pocket right now?

My work badge and a MOBIB card (De Lijn transport).

What is your first childhood memory?

I don’t remember, I hate this question.

Are your parents still together?

Yeah, 34 years and counting.

Are you adopted?

No, I’m not.

Are you strait, gay/lesbian, bi, or unsure?

Gay, but asexual.

Are you in a relationship?

I’m married.

For how long?

For a year, but we’ve been together for five years.

Ever been in love?

Yes, but was it romantic? I’m not sure.

Are you in love now?

Sure I am.

Do you have kids?

No, I don’t. Not on my own.

Do you want kids?

Not at all.

Do you drink? How often?

No, I don’t.

Do you smoke? How often?

No.

Do you do drugs? What? How often?

Nope.

Look left: What do you see?

My husband.

Look right: What do you see?

Floor lamp.

Are you right or left handed?

Ambidexrtrous, left-dominant, but my left hand got paralysed once and didn’t come back to full mobility.

Can you say the alphabet backwards?

With troubles.

How long are your fingernails?

I always keep them short, I hate long nails.

Is your bedroom a mess?

There’s a bit much in there, but okay.

What's under your bed?

Suitcases.

Do you keep a journal or diary?

Yes, but more like daily planner.

Do you have a house phone, cell phone, or both?

Cellphone only, we don’t have a landline anymore.

Can you keep a secret?

Yes, I can. I’m known for it.

What color are your curtains?

We don’t have any curtains at home.

Do you remember faces or names more easily?

Names, definitely. And I’m even better at remembering voices.

What did you eat for supper last night?

Supper is not a thing in my country.

Who made it?

N/A.

What is your favorite school subject?

Physics.

Are you in school? What grade?

No, I’m not. My uni is still on hiatus.

How long have you been out?/When do you graduate?

I graduated school in 2010 and I did a university degree in 2014.

Can you do a handstand?

No, one of my hands is disabled.

What's your favorite game to play?

Life.

What's your favorite sport?

Basketball.

Would you rather watch sports on TV or go to the game?

I’d better play.

Ever broken a bone?

NO. I’ve never broken a bone in my life.

Ever had surgery?

I had twop, one of them was major, to save my life after brain bleeding.

Ever embarrassed yourself in public?

Probably more times than I can count.

What happened?

The most recent thing was getting aroused in front of the guy I liked. I still hope he didn’t notice it.

Ever had a long distance relationship?

Yes, it didn’t work.

Ever had an online relationship?

No, you can never be sure who is on the other side for real.

Would you ever do it/do it again?

No. It’s simple.

What do you hear right now?

TV and my husband watching videos.

What are you afriad of?

Death, failure, losing.

Do you like scary movies?

I don’t like any movies.

Ever gotten a prank phone call?

I don’t remember.

Are you thirsty?

Not that much.

What was the last thing you had to drink?

Cherry Coke.

How well can you hoola hoop?

I couldn’t care less about these.

Who is the most annoying person you know?

That Romanian dude at work no one likes. He’s a fkn transphobe and homophobe and sexist and all.

What is your dream job right now?

The job I’ve had for the last 9 years.

What was your dream job in kindergarten?

Never thought about it at that time. Probably vet or so.

Do you have a job now? What?

Rail electrician, last 9 years and counting.

What would you do with $1,000,000?

Buy a house and travel the world.

Do you have any pets?

Two cats.

Do you have any hidden talents?

Probably, but they’re not hidden.

Are you double jointed?

Yes, I am.

Can you dance?

Boring question, I don’t give a shit about dancing.

What color are your eyes?

Grey.

Do you need glasses/contacts?

Yes, I’m very nearsighted.

When is your birthday?

This month.

What would be the best present?

A day off somewhere nice with my husband.

What is the worst present you ever received?

Sex toys lol.

What is your pet peeve?

Fries are not French okay?

What did you do last Saturday?

Went for groceries.

Did you shower today?

Like every day.

If you were one of Snow White's seven dwarfs, which one would you be?

I don’t care. I don’t even know their names.

What will you do after you finish this survey?

Maybe another one.

How much sleep did you get last night?

Seven hours something.

What kind of chair are you sitting in?

I’m not sitting on any chair.

Ever been to jail? For what?

No, I haven’t.

When you go swimming do you like oceans, lakes, or pools?

I czan’t swim.

What is the temperature outside?

10°C.

What do you want the temperature to be?

20°C so I can wear my band tees.

Congratulations and here's the last question:

Okay?

What did you think of it, be honest:

Could be better.

[multiland]

The boyz reaction to their normally well-behaved sub s/o being bratty and teasing them.

Sangyeon

Tenses up when he feels your hand on his thigh under the table

Glances at you but goes back to eating

When your hand goes up he gives you a warning look

Deep breath through his nostrils

Grabs your wrist when you’re about to touch his clothed cock

Tight grip

Wipes his mouth with a napkin and asks for the bill

Doesn’t talk to you the whole ride home, but he grips tightly on the steering wheel, jaw clenching and arm veins protruding.

As soon as you walk into the house, he pushes you against the wall

Caging you, face millimeters apart from yours

Erratic breathing and dark eyes

“How dare you be so naughty in public? I thought you had learned by now how to behave. Do I have to teach you again?”

When you melt into his touch, he smirks

Thumb running over your lip and leaving a lipstick stain on your cheek and chin

He licks his lips and a dark chuckle leaves his mouth

Leans in and runs his tongue over your lower lip, then bites and pulls on it

When you moan at his touches, he knows he has you where he wants you to be

He makes you kneel in front of him, runs his fingers through your hair

Unbuckling his belt and freeing his dick

“You’ll have to be responsible for your actions.”

Taps his dick against your mouth

“Suck it.”

Jacob

He’s absolutely taken aback when you start teasing him at the market

He tries to ignore it and think you just happened to “accidentally” rub your butt against his front

But when you do it again, he sees what you’re trying to do

Jacob is the softest dom, he doesn’t really want to be rough with you

But don’t push his buttons, especially in public

He will grab your hips the moment you try to grind on him again

Pretends to be hugging you and being sweet so people won’t notice

“Princess, aren’t you ashamed of your actions? We’re in public. Please behave like a lady.”

When you hear his honey voice against your ear, it sends chills down your spine

But that doesn’t make you stop

You press even more your body against him, placing your hands on top of his, digging your nails on his skin.

His breath gets ragged

He rushes to pay for everything and go back home

Before you even get inside, you’re already making out

His fingers thread on your hair as he devours your lips

He pushes you to lay on the nearest couch, towering over you

He starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck

Then goes to your ear

“You’ve been so naughty, did you enjoy the attention? Everyone noticed my hard on. You’ve made me embarrassed and that’s not okay.”

His hand goes down you and slides under your panties, pressing his fingers against your clit, making you moan.

“I’ll have to show you why you shouldn’t try to make me go through something like this.”

Younghoon

Gets super flustered when you shamelessly place your hand between his legs

All of this being in the same car as the rest of the members

He tries to pretend like nothing’s happening so no one will notice

But a soft whimper escapes his lips when you apply a bit of pressure

He grabs your hand harshly, but keeps it in place

When one of the members asks him what’s wrong, he just plays dumb

“Huh? Ah, it’s nothing. I just accidentally hit my head against the window.”

He moves your hand against his crotch, dying for friction

Bites his lips so no sound will come out

When you arrive home, he drags you to the bedroom and pushes you to lie on your bed

He wastes no time before ripping your shorts and underwear off

Places both hands on your thighs and spreads them open, fingernails dipping on the soft flesh

He looks at you with hooded eyes and swollen lips for biting them so hard before

“You wanna play? We’re going to play in the right way.”

Then licks a long strip of your slick, making you moan loudly

Makes out with your pussy, sucks, licks and rubs until you cum

Then he smirks at you, wiping his chin and sucking his fingers clean

“Don’t think it’s over, you’re going to pay for touching me and making me horny in front of the members. If you wanted to be a brat, you got it, I won’t have mercy on you.”

Will make sure you cum at least thrice that night with just his tongue

Before he fucks you really good with his dick.

Hyunjae

You are at a family dinner

You start teasing him while eating your food

Batting your lashes, licking stuff that's dripping down your chin on purpose

He sits next to you, elbows resting on the table and fingers laced in front of his mouth

He glances at you in amusement, a smirk on his lips

His leg is bouncing, you know you will probably regret it later, but you don’t mind

So you continue the teasing

When you tell him there’s some sauce on his finger, to grab his hand and suck it with your eyes glued to his

A  mischievous smile forms on his lips

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom when you’re done eating, leaving him with your family sitting at the table

But you better not sing victory

Because he will soon follow you and push you into the bathroom himself

Locking the both of you inside

He grabs your jaw to look at him, he smirks.

“Are you having fun today, doll?”

When you nod, he chuckles

Then kisses you hungrily, hands roaming down your body

Before he spins you around and bends you over the counter

Keeping you still with a hand on the nape of your neck

He lifts your dress and slaps your butt

All you can hear after is the sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper of his pants going down

“I am planning on having fun too.” He whispers from behind against your ear, teeth brushing on your ear shell

Before he slides into you and fucks you dumb

Making sure to shut you up with his hand on your mouth as he pounds into you.

Juyeon

He’s so confused

Wonders why are you acting so touchy and flirty in public

When you literally have all of the members around watching a movie

You’re suddenly grabbing some stuff from the cabinet and your shirt goes up, revealing your tummy

So he stands behind you to stop the other members from having a look

But then you bend down to pick something you dropped and your skirt, again, goes up as well

Your butt cheeks are completely at sight.

Juyeon pulls the fabric down and presses his body against you

Grabbing your arm and straightening your figure

His chest pressing against your back

“Your skirt is too short, can’t you see you have a bunch of men around you?”

Then you rub your butt against him, grasping on the sides of his jeans as you look up at him with innocent eyes, apologizing

He grunts at the friction.

“y/n, please. S-stop.”

His mouth says something, but his body does the opposite

He wraps his arm around your waist, slipping his fingers under your shirt

Touching your tummy and making you shiver

“Are you doing this on purpose?” With a husky voice

When you say you want him, he keeps silent for a second

Then looks at his friends behind him

Finally dragging you to the laundry room

Tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling so he can kiss you fiercely

Picks you up and sits you on top of the washing machine

Stands between your legs, the make out session getting hotter

His hands go south, pushing your panties to the side and pressing his fingers between your folds

Groaning against your mouth

When you set him free from his jeans, he pulls away from the kiss and forces you to look into his eyes

The darkest stare you could ever see

“I’m going to fuck you now just like you’ve been asking, but you better keep quiet or you’ll have to choke on my dick when they leave and you won’t cum, so you’ll remember why you can’t tease me.”

Kevin

Almost chokes on his water when you appear behind him and start running your hands over his chest

Eyes wide open

Stiff body

“W-What are you doing?”

Heavy breathing when you start running your hands down his torso

“Babe...”

When you find the waistband of his underwear he glances at you over his shoulder

Jolts when you slide your hand underneath, touching his dick

Bites his lip, twitches in your hand

“Stop, why are you doing this?” In between soft moans and grunts

When you hum in his ear and tell him you want him, he pulls away

Turns around to face you, brows furrowed

“What has gotten into you? It’s not okay to just appear out of nowhere and touch me like that.”

When you giggle and step closer to him, placing your hands on his chest and pressing your body flush against him, his eyes darken

His jaw clenching and hands turn into fists when you press your crotch against his now hardening cock

He raises a brow

You become challenging and ask him what he’s going to do about it

He doesn’t move for a second

But then grabs your waist and pushes you to lay on the dining table

“Two can play this game, sweetheart.” Against your lips

Grabs your hand and places it on his clothed dick

“You better finish what you started.”

Chanhee/New

He’s in a bad mood, rummaging into his closet to change clothes

His body jolts when you appear behind him and start trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck

He looks at your reflection in the mirror

You’re only in your underwear

“I’m not really in a good mood, y/n.”

He keeps doing the previously mentioned

But you pay no attention to him and decide to just slide your hand under his shorts

He looks at you from the mirror with brows furrowed

But as soon as you start palming him, he can’t help but surrender

Inhales and leans his head forward so it rests against the mirror

Closes his eyes when you start pumping him

Hands turning into fists against the furniture

Low gasps, lip biting

Bucks his hips into your hand while you gently suck on his neck

Lets out breathy moans

But when you feel him twitch in your hand, you pull away, not letting him cum

You giggle when his head goes up to glare at you, winking at him

Not a wise decision

Just when you’re about to walk away, he’s quicker to grab your wrist and push you against the bed, surprising you

Hovers over you, his gaze is hooded and dark, totally different from his usual self

“I might be always surrendering to you and letting you do whatever you please with me, but today I’m not letting you get away with it.”

He leans down and kisses you, hands cupping your jaw and fingers threading on your hair

His tongue meets yours, his kiss becomes sloppy, head tilting to make it deeper

He pulls back to unbutton half of his shirt before he kisses you again

Hands roaming down your body, finding your core and pressing his fingers against your bud

Hums when you moan as he kisses down your neck, sucking on it

Your back arches, the familiar heat in your stomach announcing your upcoming climax

But when you’re about to come, he pulls away and looks down at you

He smirks, his cheekbones popping up before he licks his fingers clean, staring at you

Then climbs off the bed, fixing his hair

When you look at him in disbelief, he just shrugs

“You shouldn’t have tried to tease me when I’m in a bad mood.”

Changmin/Q

He’s busy in the dance practice

Just being himself and enjoying his dance

You’re sitting in front of him, back against the mirror

Seeing him so focused and sweaty just turns you on

So you decide to send glances at him, biting your lip and exposing parts of your body on purpose

He starts to lose his focus, noticing your actions

He’s making mistakes because of you

Tries to keep dancing until you start rubbing your thighs together, biting your lip

He then stops dancing and walks towards you

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, squatting in front of you

You bat your lashes and shrug innocently

“You’re trying to tease me, aren’t you? I’ve told you not to mess with me when I’m dancing... But that’s exactly what you’re doing.”

When you smirk, he clicks his tongue

Looks at you again and smirks, you know the party is over

He grabs you by the hair and smashes his lips against you in a rough kiss

Grabs you by the elbows during the kiss and forces you to kneel in front of him, right next to the mirror

He pulls back from the kiss and pulls his sweatpants down

Panting, he lifts your chin with his fingers

“Now you’re going to see why I couldn’t focus thanks to you.” He warned, squeezing your cheeks and opening your mouth before sliding himself inside

He pulls your hair up in a ponytail, thrusting into your mouth mercilessly

“Look at you.” Slightly turning your head without stopping his thrusts

Doesn’t even stop when you gag

Grunts until he finally shoots his seed on your throat

Pulls his pants up and leans down to peck your lips as you gasp for air

“All fucked out, just how you wanted. This is what happens when you try to tease me.” With a smirk.

Haknyeon

His eyes widen to look in your direction as soon as he feels your hand squeezing his thigh under the blanket

Sends you a warning look when you start going further

Clears his throat

You can feel his body tensing

“The boys are here. Stop it, now.” Against your ear

A choked grunt escapes his lips when you squeeze him

Causing one of the members to turn around

Gladly, no one notices because it’s dark

But he gets mad, really mad

“Go to the fucking hallway and wait for me.”

And you do, giggling to yourself

He waits for the right moment and goes to find you

When you see his pissed expression, you decide to run upstairs

To no avail

He stops you midway and pushes you to sit on one of the steps

Pulls your hands over your head and pins you down

Not even caring that you have edges against your back

“What do you think you’re doing?” He clicks his tongue

“It’s amusing how you dare to play with fire when you know how easily you’re going to burn.”

Grabs your face with his free hand and forces you to look at him

A devilish smirk forms on his lips

Then starts kissing on your neck

You’re at his mercy now

Hands going down to get his fingers between your folds just to hum when he feels your pooling arousal

Makes you stand up and bends you against the railing of the staircase

“Seeing that you want to put on a show, I’m going to give you what you want right here.”

He pushes your panties aside, placing kisses on your shoulder blades

“If you dare to make a sound, everyone’s going to know that you’re a filthy slut who wants to be fucked and that couldn’t stay still during a movie. And I promise I’ll leave you here all needy and without cumming. Got it?”

Sunwoo

Playing hide and seek with the rest of the members

He looks at you confused when you push him against the wooden wall of the cabin and start kissing him right there and then

He places his hands on your hips and kisses you back

Grunts when you bite his lower lip and tug on it

Gets hard as soon as you start kissing on his neck and cupping his crotch

“S-Stop, fuck. They’re going to find us.” Through gritted teeth

You pull your hand away and he almost relaxes

But you want to still make out with him so he just kisses you back

When you start grinding on him, he gets all riled up

Then you suddenly pull away and smile innocently

But when you’re about to walk away to hide in another place

He grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall

Anger in his face

Swollen lips

“You’re not fucking going anywhere.”

He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants

You widen your eyes and ask him to stop because someone can see

Then he smirks with a dark expression

Lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist

Tightly pressed against the wall

His ego goes up when you moan at the feeling of the tip of his dick between your folds

“You better keep quiet then, we don’t have much time. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before pushing my buttons.”

Eric

He is composing some music on his desk

Fully focused

When he feels you hugging him from behind, he turns around

Smiles sweetly at you

“Hi, beautiful.”

When you tell him you miss him, he sits you on his lap

“I’ll be done in a while, you can keep me company.”

But then you start shifting on top of him

Making him start to get hard

He grabs your hips and holds you down in place.

“Stop, please.”

You pretend like you’re going to stay still for a moment

But then you do it again

He groans

You feel his dick poking against your shorts

“Did you come here to just tease me?”

You turn around and smile innocently at him, telling him that you don’t know what he means

Turning your head, you start nipping on his jaw

His fingers digging on the flesh of your hips.

He lifts you up and lays you on the carpeted floor, towering over you

“Now that it seems like you won’t let me finish my job, you better brace yourself for what I’m about to do to you. I’ll teach you to behave.”

His strong hands pull your shorts down, looking into your eyes as his tongue darts out to run over his lip

Spreads your legs open

Lets out a breathy chuckle when he sees your scared expression

“Remember that you asked for this, sweetheart.”

Then buries his tongue between your folds.

[kiwixlime]

Just Surrender

Prompt: From @dailyau - We’re ending an affair, but neither of us is ready to stop it.

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Reader

Warnings: Smut, cheating.

A/N: I’ve been in my Sam feels a lot and this prompt just spoke to me. It is a one-shot, but I do have ideas for part 2… if anyone is interested.

Being in Sam’s bed, albeit the ultimate betrayal, is your favorite place to be. His body is so warm and strong wrapped around you, molding in a delicious rhythm against your own. His Earthly scent penetrates your skin and as your tongues roll against each other’s, you can taste the lingering essence of tobacco and cheap alcohol. He’s so uniquely handsome and spirited, there’s no place else you’d rather be most nights.

Key word being most. Tonight should have gone differently. You came here to end your affair with Sam and yet, here you are, head pressed to his plush pillows as he thrusts in and out of you. Your hands grasp his chiseled arms, fingernails piercing his scarred skin each time he hits that sensitive spot inside of you. He’s good, so good, and he knows your body better than anyone.

“Sam,” you pant, squeezing your legs tighter around his sturdy frame. God, his body is perfect. It’s like he was made for you, or you for him. You just…fit.

His eyes meet yours, darkened with lust and sparkling with adoration. He grins down at you, a lazy smile pulling at the corners of his pink lips. Your breath catches as the candlelight illuminates his face and highlights all of the firm areas of his glistening chest. He’s so fucking sexy, you can’t stand it.

“Yes, princess?” He breathes and heat blooms to your cheeks as well as spreading through your insides. As much as you hate to admit it, you love when he calls you that.

“Faster,” you mewl, trailing your fingers from his biceps to his chest, scratching and marking your territory, even though he’s not really yours to claim. Fuck it, though. You’re too far gone, now. You sigh as he fills you, groaning in delight when he answers your request, fucking you faster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, spacing out letting Sam use your body however he pleases.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, large hand sliding down your thigh, caressing your soft skin and dragging you closer. You don’t know how, but he manages to angle himself to brush deeper inside of you, making your body arch into him, stars bursting behind your eyelids. “You feel so fucking good,” he says, dropping his head, capturing your lips with his and swallowing every moan you give him.

You nod your head, mind clouded with lust, worsening when Sam moves from your lips to your neck, lightly biting on your pulse point. He’s careful not to leave a mark, though it takes all of his self control to not paint your silky skin with love bites. The intensity in his gut deepens when you squeeze your velvety walls around his cock. He doesn’t stop the moan of your name that tumbles from his lips.

“I’m gonna cum,” you tell him, dragging the lobe of his ear between your teeth. Unlike you, he doesn’t care if you brand him with your teeth or your nails or whatever else you can give him. He’s not cautious, wanting, no, craving, your reminders littering his skin. And you’re all too happy to oblige. Heat of the moment, right?

Sam pumps into you at a quicker pace, gliding his rough hand down between the two of you, fingers eagerly finding your throbbing clit. You gasp as he works tantalizingly to bring you to climax. It’ll be the second time tonight, the first being moments ago when Sam could barely control himself at your sudden arrival, begging to eat your pussy on his work desk. Of course, you gave in.

“You close?” Sam asks, smirking as you writhe beneath him. Smug asshole, he knows you are. The way his hard dick slams into you coupled with his skillful fingers against your clit have you trembling, aching for a release.

“Sam,” you breathe. “Fuck, Sam, please, let me cum.”

“Do it,” he orders, flicking his fingers faster, fucking you the only way he knows how, the only way anyone knows how. He’s the only person who can bring you to orgasm so quickly. “Cum on my cock, princess,” he purrs. “Let me feel it.”

His deep, gravelly voice brings you to the edge and with a few high pitched whimpers, you let go. You moan Sam’s name, inflating his already huge ego as you cum. That alone is enough to coax him to his release. With a few brutal snaps of his hips, he grunts and spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you with that warmth that you love. He thrusts a few times, covering your walls with his cum before he collapses on top of you.

You both fall into a happy silence, smile on your face that you can’t get rid of. You run a hand down Sam’s sweaty back, wishing you could stay with him for the rest of the night. He hums into your skin, regretfully pulling out of you and falling to your side. His crooked grin makes your heart jump and all of the feelings you have been trying to forget about come crashing down around you.

“This can’t happen again, Sam. I came here to end things…” You say, breathing heavily as you compose yourself, still feeling the effects of your orgasm. The smile on your face has disappeared as you speak those sour words to his beautiful face.

“I know,” Sam nods with a frown. “You’re right. We’ll end it. Last time.” He breathes and this time, he sounds like he means it.

You both go silent again, wheels turning in your brain as you come down from your high. There’s so much you want to say to him, but you don’t have the words. Not the right words, anyway. Maybe this was a mistake…

“You have a girlfriend,” you say, reminding yourself of that fact. “And I have a fiancé.”

You think about Trevor, your fiancé at home. You think about the wedding you’ve planned and the plans he’s made for your future. You have to go back to him. That life. You don’t have a choice. That's all you know.

Here with Sam, you can be immature and free. You can be yourself, whoever that is. You don’t have to feel so polished and perfect like you do with Trevor. With Sam, you have fun. He tells you about his adventures and he even invites you on smaller trips. He’s so exciting and full of life. And he does things to you in bed that Trevor could never even think of.

Trevor is so proper and therefore, you have to be, too. He’s from wealth, with a well-known family, and he has important familial and political obligations. Trevor has style and worth and he treats you like a princess, which isn’t a complaint. Any girl would be so lucky to have that privilege. You know that. But Sam… Well, you are Sam’s princess.

“I love you,” he says, pulling you from your thoughts. It’s not the first time he’s said it, sometimes he throws it out while he’s inside of you, sometimes he says it before sex, sometimes after, like right now. So you’re not surprised when you hear it. You have the same response as always.

“You don’t,” you sigh, shuffling in his bed. “You just think you do because you don’t spend much time with her anymore…” You say, referring to his girlfriend, Jade. A girl you’ve met a few times, who seems nicer and nicer each time you see her. She obviously cares about Sam. You can’t keep doing this to her. Or to Trevor. It’s not fair.

You’re both being selfish.

“No,” Sam shakes his head, disagreeing with you in an instant. “I’m in love with you,” he says, crawling over the mattress to get to where you’re still laying, naked.

“I’m getting married,” you tell him with a pout.

“Leave him,” Sam insists, placing a chaste kiss to your bare chest. You shake your head and push him away from you, hesitantly getting up from his bed. You sigh, putting your clothes back on in a hurry. You’ve been here too long. Trevor will start to wonder. “Yes, baby. Leave him,” Sam says again.

“Everything is already paid for,” you claim. “The caterer, the venue, the flowers, the band, my dress! I can’t--”

“People end engagements all the time,” Sam tells you, ignoring your laundry list of wedding shit. “Feelings change.”

“I love him,” you say, making him believe it. Making yourself believe it.

“No, you don’t,” Sam scoffs at the words. He hates when you say that. He hates it more than when you leave his bed and go back home to Trevor. It’s bitter and it breaks his heart.

“Yes, I do,” you argue, getting annoyed not just at Sam, but at yourself as well.

“No, you don’t!” Sam finally snaps. “If you loved him you wouldn’t spend every other night with me. You wouldn’t lie about working late, or doing pre-wedding garbage with your best friend to cover up the fact that you’re in my bed -- to cover up the fact that you’re fucking me. You don’t love him.”

“I made a promise,” you say, lip quivering. “I love him, I do.” You swallow hard, pushing down the ball in your throat. You can’t cry in front of Sam. You just can’t.

“Maybe you did at some point,” Sam sighs softly, noticing your tense form. “But you don’t now. I know it. And it’s okay, babe. Sometimes…you think you’re supposed to be with a person. But then someone else comes along and you just know. Baby, I know--”

“So who is to say that the same thing wouldn’t happen with us?” You ask with a shrug of your shoulders. “We could go off and be happy until you meet someone or else…Or I meet someone else…”

“That won’t happen,” he brushes you off with a flick of his hand.

“How can you be so sure?” You ask, looking down at him. He’s still laying in his bed, arms tucked behind his head. He looks so casual, confident. How can he keep himself so collected at a time like this? You’re absolutely freaking out, mentally.

“Because you’re it for me,” Sam says simply. “It’s you, I know it’s you. I’ve been with a lot of girls,” he chuckles and you roll your eyes. Of course he has. “But none of them can compare.”

“Sam…” You shuffle awkwardly in place. You’re now fully clothed, but Sam is still bare ass in his sheets, reaching for his cigarettes. You’d give anything to join him.

“I know you feel the same way,” he argues, looking up at you through heavy eyelids. He’s sexy like this and no, fuck, stop it, you tell yourself. You also try to tell yourself that Sam is wrong, that you don’t feel the same way. Hell.

“What about Jade?” You question, not fully giving in to his ridiculous conclusion, but still curious.

“I don’t love her,” he says and it sounds harsh, but you want to believe it’s the truth. Oh, that’s terrible of you. “Princess…”

You sigh, biting your lip at the name. Sam is always using sweet pet names with you, his favorite being “princess” or “baby”. The only time he uses your actual name is when he’s angry, or really horny. It’s the complete opposite with Jade. You used to think it was because he never wanted it to come out that you’re having an affair. It’s easier to use a cute name like princess or baby so he doesn’t accidentally mix up the two of you. But he never calls her anything but Jade. He saves all of his sweetness for you.

“We can’t,” you tell Sam, shaking those realizations from your head. “I can’t. We have to stop.”

“I don’t know how,” he admits, face falling. “I’m so in love with you, dollface. And I know you love me, too.”

His words make hot tears pool at the corners of your eyes. He’s not. He can’t be. Sam Drake doesn’t fall in love. He falls in lust. He likes the thrill, adventure. And that’s what you are. That’s what your entire relationship is. It’s something forbidden and that gives him the adrenaline he craves.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Sam challenges, finally moving from his comfortable position in bed. He walks around the mattress, coming closer to your shy stance. He stops in front of you, but doesn’t touch you, just hovers, invading your personal space with his hot, naked body. “Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave you alone forever.”

You pause at those words. Forever? That’s too long. Your breathing is getting heavy. You look into his eyes and your heart breaks. You can’t lie to him. You love him, you do. You love him more than anything. But what happens if you do leave your fiancé and you do settle down with Samuel Drake? When does he get bored with the risk out of the picture? When does he decide to move on?

“I can’t,” you respond, but your words aren’t very convincing. Your reserve is crumbling by the second. He knows it.

“Leave Trevor,” he says, no, demands. “We can run away together, go on an adventure,” he suggests and that confirms your feelings that he’s only in it for the excitement. But then, he surprises you. “Or fuck,” he adds with a loud laugh. “We could just go on a normal vacation, just me and you,” he grins and so do you. “Or we can stay here, together, be domestic and shit. Princess, I don’t care. I love you and I just want to be with you.”

There’s something about his words, the way he’s looking at you that makes you believe him. You want to believe him. Can you?

“Sam…” You start, but he stops you.

“I’ll go talk to Jade right now and end things. You can go tell Trevor. We can meet back here. Be with me,” he pleads.

You take a few deep breaths, really thinking about his words. You’d love nothing more. But that risk… Can you really just leave Trevor? It’s too much, you think. But Sam, oh, Sam. A smile breaks out across your face. Your decision is made.

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Maneater

♢ make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Paring: timeskip,sugar daddy!yaku x f!reader

Tags: established relationship, sugar baby!reader, overstim, face riding, squirting, anal play (fingering) , nipple play,  spanking, pussyjob

wc: 1.7k

a/n: italics is him speaking russian

♢ ♢  for the ditsy ‘n diamonds collab.!

18+ minors dni

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“C’mere pretty girl, lemme see.” He said, leaning back onto the bed frame. Arms spread out waiting for you to walk out of your closet, eyes focused on the view of his penthouse while he waited. Time ticking by slowly on his watch as he grew more impatient by the second.

“Like this, daddy?” Your voice breaking him out of his trance, head turning to see you. Eyes instantly locking on your figure, body clad in pretty silk as you made your way towards him. Twirling as you bent over, hands already reaching for your ass. 

“Yeah….fuck.” Licking his dry lips, mouth being embarrassingly open the whole time. Having no shame, eyeing up your pretty little cunt, so soft and wet for him. 

Hes been so good to you; buttering you up, happy girls fuck better. Doesn't like seeing his baby all sad and mopey so he gives you his card and tells you to go wild with it. Coming back home, clinging onto his arm as he walked you to his car, the chilling wind not bothering you with his coat resting on your shoulders.

 Grabbing your ring covered hand in his, resting on your thigh, making no effort to reach further but you still felt your nerves rise. Pretty little pussy all wet from getting so excited. Showing him off the new clothes you got, putting on a little runway show for him. Cunt peeking out from that tiny dress he bought you, no panties as usual.. 

“Want me to kiss it better, baby?” His gentle words tingling into your ear, hands sneaking there way up your dress. “Want daddy to eat that little cunt until you can't think anymore? Just ask, sweetheart. C’mon, beg.” His hands trailing up your thighs as you stood over him, chin resting on your stomach as he looked up at you, feeling your squirm in his touch. Nervously smiling as you tried your hardest to speak under his gaze.

“Y-yes please, yaku.”

“You want it that bad, sweetheart? He asked, running the tip of his fingers over you slit, letting out a mumbled squeal as you stumbled into him. Pulling you onto his lap, thighs resting around his as you led his hands all over you, not being able to resist the little moan escaping your mouth as he adjusted his knee. Grin widening as you hid your face into his collar.

“Mhmm.” you whined, curling your hands into him, newly done nails leaving imprints behind as your tennis bracelets dangled onto his chest.

Leaning back onto the bed as he dragged you with him, straddling his hips as he lifted your tiny little dress above your head, tossing it the side, seeing the mess you were already making on his pants. “Fuck, you’re so wet. That all for me?

Sheepishly nodding, head face his chest as his gaze never left you, hands resting on the top of your thighs. “C’mere baby, want you to sit that little cunt on my face.”

“W-wha-” His words throwing you off guard, the way he could say that so shamelessly making your thighs clench together.

“Don't make me spank your pretty ass of yours until you're a crying mess again.” His impatience rising once more, dragging you up there. Body not resisting as his breath was blowing on your clit, whimpers leaving your mouth as you jerked in his hold.  

“Such a baby, desperate for my attention but you don't even know how to act when you get it. I don't have to take days off for you, but I do. You're such a spoiled little thing, aren't you princess?”

“N-no, no im not!” Eyes stinging with tears as you embarrassingly got wetter.

“Really?” he mumbled into your clit, his ring covered working its way up your thigh, the tingling sensation the cold making you shiver. “Because you sure act like one.” His fingers teasing at your entrance as you were already sobbing, soft lips kissing your needy cunt. Hands gripping onto the headboard, supporting your trembling body.

Cries leaving your mouth as his groans were not helping, the vibrations along with the feeling of feeling full, but not full enough had you growing greedy. A squeal escaping your lips as his middle finger made its way into your ass, shoving his finger all the way in until his knuckles were pressed against your flesh, curling into you ruthlessly, shaking hand moving down to grip his hair. “ya-” 

Feeling his smile under you, shameless grinding on his face, cilt rubbing between his nose and lips as you desperately tried to get yourself off. “y-yak-, daddy. m’gonna -cum”

His fingers fucking into both of your holes, thrusting into you so hard your body is moving with them. His other hand grabbing you tits, pinching your nipples while his mouth was abusing your clit. Head falling back, eyes rolling with it, incoherent words coming out as your body froze, hands still moving as your body twitched. Losing sight and all other senses for a few seconds, only feeling yourself fall into him, chest resting on his head.

“Fuck pretty girl, you just came all over me.” He groaned, eyes lingering on your fucked out body. “Such a messy little girl, sweetheart.” 

“Want more, want you daddy, please” you croaked out into his ear.

“You want daddy’s cock that badly, baby?”

“Yeah…” You whimpered, voice all soft and sweet now. Mind foggy with lust as you gripped onto him.  “Please yaku.”

He flipped you over, body being compliant with him as he pushed your knees to your chest, pulling his boxers down enough to free his cock. Eyes trying their best to stay open while he used his hand to stoke it a few times, standing straight up against his stomach. 

Sliding his hands up along your sides, thumbs grazing over your nipples grabbing the soft flesh in his hands, bringing his lips down to them. Placing kisses all over, tongue wrapping around your nipple, your dainty gold necklace getting caught up in his mouth, teeth gently tugging on both of them. A line of spit breaking as he pulled away. Keening at the sensation, heavy weight resting on your stomach as you felt his cock grow against you. 

Sliding his length along your soaked cunt, the wetness making it glisten, the tip nudging your clit and teasingly tapping your hole with every thrust. His hand lifting up your thighs, pulling you closer to him, hearing your whines as you shamelessly rutted your hips into his. 

“Aww, baby…  you gonna cum just from that,?” Shaking your head fastly, words not coming out quick enough as your hands grabbed onto his.

 “Feeling empty?” As if he read your mind, not surprising you in the slightest. “You need daddy to take care of you in every way don't you, hm?” He said angling his cock down and shoving the tip into your cunt, barely fitting inside.

Your body convulsing at just the touch, pure need overtaking you as you shoved yourself the rest of the way down his cock. A cry of pain and pleasure leaving your mouth as you felt his hand slap against your thighs. 

“Though you said you were gonna be a good girl. I was gonna take my time with you, but I guess not anymore….Gonna make them tears fall pretty again.”

His hands gripping you tighter as he started thrusting into you, already sounding so lewd. You moans roaming around the room, wet slapping sounds getting him harder as your back arched. Blood rushing to your head, trying to find the orgasm that was so close. Shuddering as his pace got relentless, quickly sliding into and out of you, his tip barely being out before his balls slapped your ass. 

“D-da-”

“No, baby..” he groaned, trying to hold himself back. “Not until daddy says you can.”

Eyes watering as your muscles tightened up. Hands moving to his neck, sliding up to his hair. Knuckles going white as your grip didn't loosen, trying to catch your breath as he kept fucking the gasps out of you.

"Fuck-" You whimpered, trying to stay still as he rutted into you faster, fingernails matching your knuckles. "I- can’t daddy, i can't!" you choked out. Head falling back once again, vision going black.

 “d-daddy, please…” you whined, opening your eyes to catch his. Pretty little pout on your face as he moved his lips to yours. 

“What? You gonna cum, baby?” His hot breath whispered into your mouth..

“B-but you said…” You sobbed, tears making your mascara run all over the place. “Please yaku, need it... need to c-ah, cum…”

“Be a good girl, and cum for me baby.” Your hesitantness easily caught by him, the look of worry in your eyes, not fully understand if what you heard was right.

His hand grabbing your jaw, turning your head to make you look at him. “Cum”

Back arching at the words, the same feeling all over again.. His thrusts not stopping, hips still slamming into yours. The feeling of overstimulation making you shake and cry, rocking back and forth until he can feel the wet heat dripping between you two. 

Finally pulling back as your body was limp under his, flipping you over again now resting on his chest. Leaning against the bed frame as you curled up into him, still looking unpleased after he made you cum for the 3rd time.

“Why are you still pouting, hm?”

“I- im not.” You said trying to hide your face, lips puckering up more.

His gaze on your made you ease up, looking into his eyes, heat rising into your face as you opened your mouth. “You pulled out ...“

“Oh my god, baby.” He said pulling you towards him, pushing back slightly. “Stop, daddy.” You said, trying to assert yourself, looking like the prettiest mess he's ever seen in his life. “You know how I feel.”  

He looked down into your sad, pleading eyes feeling his lips pull up in  smirk, dick already growing hard again at the thought. Fuck you were so cute. Leaning down into your ear, voice hot and raspy as he muttered out.

“Okay, princess. I’ll give you what you want, but…. you have to do something for me first.”