#they should've let him have grey hair

[woodsywarbler]

[moongothic]

...I... I do not know what on earth compelled me to make this nor why, but I will not be taking criticism at this time

[sporco-filth]

I was thinking up ideas today for the superhero-becomes-slob story but didn't really feel like writing so instead I drew a picture of Jupiter/Justin post-slobbification

[thinkinonsense]

forgive if it’s a bit scatterbrained but hear me out… some sort of reverse corruption w old man!logan >///< i just feel like he won’t be the type of guy who’d immediately be into having a thing w young!reader. i feel like he won’t even take it seriously at first or there’s def gonna be more resistance from him, he’d probably feel initially repulsed by the idea of even beginning to think of them that way given how young they are. but reader is bold bold, so they’re gonna keep pushing and pushing until they’ve got him where they want him. but even if she’s practically sinking down on him, logan is still probably gonna be like “fuck’s wrong with you, huh? old enough to be your fucking grandfather, kid. c’mon, you don’t really want this.”

poor old man’s just too decent for his own good :(

old man!logan x young bold fem!reader *mdni

logan couldn't stand you. how young and ambitious you were; how you couldn't just take no as a fuckin' answer. you thought it was cute but logan found it rather obnoxious. you were persistent with your attraction towards the older man; frequenting the only bar in town that logan was still welcomed in.

"what are we drinking tonight, lo?" your voice was a siren song that he wished he could turn off.

"whiskey." he mumbles against the glass.

the mean glare he sent your way would've made anyone else run in fear, but not you. instead smiling up at him with bambi eyes. at first, logan thought you were just dumb, not picking up on his signals but as it turned out, you're just stubborn.

every friday night, you sat on the stool next to him. you should've been flirting with guys your age by the pool table but no, you would rather get rejected by the old man who drinks alone. at one point even the bartenders started to think that you two were together which logan quickly shut down.

"c'mon, at least let me pretend that i'm yours," you whine, swirling around your second fruity drink tonight.

"you don't want to 'be mine', kid," he said in a stern voice, similar to one you would use on a child who won't behave.

"aaand...why not?" you ask him, crossing your arms and already getting pissy. "don't gimme that bullshit about you being 'too old' either."

"has anyone ever told you that you're-"

"pretty? hilarious? tight? yeah, a few times actually."

logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he tries to give you some sympathy but there's only so many times that you can burn your hand on the stove until you learn your lesson.

"look, cherry..." logan sets his glass down. you adored when he called you, cherry because that meant he was paying attention to you and what you drank, always having to top it off with a cherry. "i'm probably your grandfather's age-"

"don't care." you interrupt him, leaning forward to stare into his eyes and run a hand through his hair. "your grey hair is so hot, lo. should let me pull on it sometime."

logan was finding it more difficult to resist you. almost letting out a groan when you pull slightly. logan could smell your arousal forming; clouding his vision.

"why don't you throw your panties in someone else's direction, huh? i'm sure those boys over there wouldn't mind." logan snarls, getting fed up with your attitude.

it wasn't that he didn't find you attractive, quite the opposite really. maybe if he was younger or you were older then he wouldn't mind your flirty personality so much but that's not the way that the world works. logan is -whether or not he wants to admit it- old and he didn't have time to put up with your whiney shit.

"okay." you shrug, getting up from the barstool.

logan doesn't believe that you'll actually go talk to those boys. in one minute your ass will be back here annoying him. he was sure of it.

then ten minutes passed and giggles were still falling from your lips. nothing the guys said was actually funny but you played it up to look better. there was one guy who you actually didn't mind talking to; both of you went to the same college and shared the same major. for a second, you'd completely forgotten about the man burning holes into your side.

the two of you talked for a while, exchanging stories while you leaned against the pool table in your tiny cut-off shorts. logan watched those boys gawk at you; staring everywhere but your face.

"i know right! her class was horrible! all she did was-" your words fell short when someone grabbed your upper arm, attempting to pull you away from the guy, who you think his name was josh, or john, or jake? you couldn't really remember and you definitely didn't care.

"c'mon kid, i'll give you a ride home." logan growled in your ear.

"oh, it's okay!" you chirp like a little bird at him. "think i'll find another way home tonight."

it's just a facade, logan told himself. you were just trying to prove a point. always stubborn.

"i'm not messing 'round, kid-"

"leave her alone, old man." the kid interrupted, giving logan a push.

logan snarls, about to teach this boy a lesson but you are faster; heel-kicking him in the nuts. the boy hunched over, allowing you to be ear level with him.

"fuck off." you spit, angrily before walking away.

logan looked at you completely dumbfounded. he had no other choice than to follow you blindly outside of the bar. he found you leaning against his truck; under the dim street light, logan would've misplaced you for some angelic figure.

"mind takin' me home, lo?" you ask him, for once not acting like some horny little rabbit towards him.

he nods, fishing out his keys. you give him directions to your apartment. the silence in the car makes you think logan's mad at you for real this time. you pushed it too far, embarrassing him and yourself this time. logan wasn't this dirty old perv who would actually give you the time of day, and maybe it was time for you to face that reality.

"i just wanted to say sorry for everything." your voice is low and quiet. afraid logan won't even acknowledge you. "i know that i should've left you alone a long time ago. you wouldn't want someone like me anyway-"

the car came to a dead halt in the driveway. logan turns to face you and you fear the worst; afraid he will yell at you.

"do you seriously think i wouldn't want you?" he asks. "you haven't left my mind since the day we bumped into each other at the bar and i spilled my whisky down your shirt. remember that, cherry?"

you nod, carefully. that day was imprinted in your mind. your friends and you were celebrating your birthday when logan bumped into you at the bar on accident. he frantically apologized for ruining your white shirt which you suggested for him to lick you clean. it had been so long since someone had flirted with him that he didn't know how to react.

"i'd never seen someone look so pretty and sticky at the same time." logan's hand gently caresses your cheek.

"could've seen it more often if you had fucked me like i wish you would've." the words fall out without pressure, making logan smirk. no matter how much you tried, you were desperate for him.

"you've got one dirty fuckin' mouth, cherry."

"it gets dirtier than that."

"hmm... don't know if that's possible."

"i could show you if you like."

the offer hangs hot in the truck. logan leans back into his seat, asking for forgiveness on what he's about to do. three light taps on his thigh and you crawl right into it.

"atta fuckin' girl, cherry." he groans as you grind against his crotch and bite on his neck.

"also for the record, the only person i want to have my panties is you, logan." you purred in his ear, referring back to your earlier conversation at the bar.

"i know, sweetheart. i know." he chuckles, watching you kick off your shorts and underwear.

once your back in his lap, you unbuckle his belt and wait eagerly for him to have his way with you. yet, logan doesn't offer anything.

"if you want to fuck an old man like me then you need to get used to doin' all the work, cherry." he says, half-joking. "can't keep up with an eager little thing like you."

you knew his game. to scare you off by acting like an asshole but you didn't mind doing the work to get what you want.

"fine with me." you smile, hands inching towards the glasses that hang on his button-down. "can't forget these, want you to see what you do to me."

logan groaned when you pulled him out of his pants, pumping him a few times before aligning him to your entrance. he was a bit bigger than you would've guessed, only making you wetter. just as you are about to sink down onto him, logan stops you, holding your hips in the air.

"fuck's wrong with you, cherry? you still want this, huh?" he taunts you, only getting a whine from you in response. "such a desperate little thing."

"p-p-please, logan." your hips wiggle against his tight grip. "want you... need you."

without another word, he lowers you down onto his length. both of you moan at the adjustment. your nails claw at logan's shoulders and you feel him twitch inside of you at the pain.

"happy now?" logan groaned, watching you bounce up and down on your own. his hands stayed on your waist, squeezing at the fat of your hips. "got what you fuckin' wanted."

"mhm..." you nod along dumbly agreeing to whatever he says. too busy trying to get his white button-down off of him. frustrated, you break open all the buttons.

once his chest was exposed, you litter it with kisses and dark bruises. for the first time, logan was happy that his healing abilities were slowing down so now he can admire your artwork longer. you grab both of his giant palms bringing one hand to your chest and taking the other thumb into your mouth, licking the pad of it before moving it down to your clit. tracing circles in a way that made your head fall back with your mouth wide open.

"do you always get this wet for older men or is it just for me, sweetheart?" logan asked, fist full of your hair.

"j-just you, lo..." you gasp.

logan's lips found your jaw, kissing up to your chin before capturing your lips. he wasn't a fan of fruity drinks but he loved the taste they left in your mouth. your backs against the wheel lazily and logan can tell that your orgasm is approaching.

"don't give up now, cherry." he teased. "you were doing so good, being a perfect little slut in my lap. what happened to her?"

you were too fucked out to say anything back and he knew it. logan finally took pity on you and started pistoling into you, listening to every pretty curse word that fell from your trembling lips.

"where do you want me, sweetheart?" logan grunts in your ear, pulling at the lobe as you come down from your high.

"inside, please."

that's all logan needed to hear to spill inside of you. the warmth indescribably flooded you. the two of you collapse in each other's arms, collecting yourself for a few minutes.

"told you, i'm a good fuck." you told him, looking up at him with messy hair and an unapologetic smile.

"didn't doubt you," he says, mirroring your smile as he moves some pieces of hair from your forehead. maybe logan could see you being a permanent person in his life.

"and to think..." your words drift off as you start to move again, feeling him get hard again inside of you. "we are just getting started."

[bbokicidal]

"What is That?" | SKZ | [B.C.]

Notes: Based off of the selfies Chris has sent on bubble in the last few days after their Tokyo concerts - and how he said he acquired the Wolfchan hat. ;]

Warnings: None Genre: Fluff Pairing: Bangchan x Reader Word Count: 900

"...Christopher." The speed at which your boyfriend whips around to face you seems like it should've given the poor man a broken neck. With his cheeks full of sandwich and the food itself tucked into his hands near his chest, dark eyes stare in circular saucers at where you stand in the living room. "What is that?"

"Babe!" He peeps, the word muffled with his mouthful of ham and cheese. "I thought you went out with a few friends for lunch, so I made myself a sandwich." Chris' eyes fall to his hands before he decides to carefully set the food on a small plate lingering on the island.

Your brow cocks in interest. "I wasn't talking about the sandwich."

Wide eyes blinking in confusion, the two of you hold eye contact for a good few moments before his head tips curiously as if asking what you were referring to. Your hand lifts to your temple, the tip of your index finger slowly tapping along your hair. As he swallows down his food, Chris lifts a hand to mimic the action but pauses when he feels something soft that definitely is not his hair.

He realizes then that you were talking about the hat currently tucking down his curls; Grey, fluffy - Wolfchan ears.

"Oh!"

A smile blossoms over your lips. Your arms cross over your chest as if waiting for an answer and your boyfriend doesn't hesitate in beginning to explain. "It's a hat I wore at the concert in Tokyo last weekend when we did our outfits SKZoo themed! Do you like it? Isn't it cute?~"

And you giggle, carefully shaking your head at just how adorable your boyfriend can be. Hard to believe he's the one taking his shirt off at every concert he performs in. "Very. But aren't those wardrobes for concerts only? How'd you get them to let you have it?"

The silence that follows - along with the way Chris' eyes slowly widen one more time - seems to give you the answer you were asking for.

"...Christopher."

Lips rolling in and pursing shortly after, he slumps forward a bit. "I stole it."

"That's what I thought." You chuckle, turning your back to him to continue folding the laundry you'd just taken from the dryer - You know, what you were doing before he decided to make his presence known. "It is very cute though. I can't blame you for taking it."

And with that, you think the conversation would be over. But Chris seems to recognize that there's something still lingering in the air - like words left unsaid floating just above your pretty little head. So he makes his way over until he can wrap his arms around you from behind, fingers teasingly squeezing at your sides. It was a feeling you'd never get tired of; Being cozied up in strong arms and giggling under wandering hands.

"Are you... jealous?"

His teasing accusation makes your shoulders bounce with laughter, and his head bobs along to the motion with his chin resting along the collar of your shirt. You can feel his breath fanning over your ear as he giggles out, "You're jealous I have a cute Wolfchan hat and youuuu don't.~"

Forcing your laughter down in your chest and pursing your lips although they still form a smile, you manage to shake your head. The towel in your hands folds neatly as you regain focus, confident in your words. "No, absolutely not. I'd never be jealous of a silly little hat."

"So..." Chris starts softly, beginning to sway behind you and smiling to himself when you join in on the sweet motion. "You wouldn't be excited if I told you I snagged an extra one for you, too...?"

You pause, dropping the towel down upon the stack already folded before turning to face him with curious eyes. Chris pops a brow and hums out, loosening his hold on you so his hands can rest comfortably along the small of your back. "Mm?"

"Is it also Wolfchan or is it a different character?"

A smile paints plump lips, your boyfriend stepping back so he could bend down and grab the black backpack leaning up against the couch you'd been folding laundry on. It unzips, the sight too beautiful to behold as he plucks out another grey beanie with Wolfchan ears - Yes, another one he secretly snagged just so you could match.

And with grinning, giggly expressions and rosy cheeks, the two of you take a few pictures cheek-to-cheek so he can have a new wallpaper for his phone. Yours too, of course. He also makes a note to send them to the group chat later on, met with the puking emoji from Minho almost immediately in response - then a thumbs up so he knew it was all in good fun.

Though seeing the pictures of the two of you in the group chat made Chris think. Maybe he could post them to Instagram, or send them on his Bubble. Maybe it was time to make things... publicly official.

It's a wandering, shy thought at first, unsure if it's a safe thing to do or if he'll be scolded for it by the company. But he decides it's the right time when he peeks over at you folding laundry still, now wearing the Wolfchan hat with the cute ears poking up from the top of your head.

Yeah. He definitely wanted the world to know you were his.

Tag List : @dwaekkicidal @jabmastersurpriseee @possum-playground @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @oc3anfloor @theyadorevalerie @inlovewithstraykids @seungminsbest @edit-me-prettyplease @butterflydemons @satosugu4l @jeonginsleftcheek

[thevoidstaredback]

It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?

Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.

Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.

"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.

Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.

Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.

"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"

Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"

The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."

Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"

Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"

Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."

"Billy."

"No last name?"

"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"

He had to give it to him. "Touché."

Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.

The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.

"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"

Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."

The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.

Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."

"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"

Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"

The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"

The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.

"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.

"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.

"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"

"Magic."

"I guessed that much."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Will you teach me?"

"No."

"You didn't even think about it!"

"Okay," He paused. "No."

"Not fair." he pouted.

Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."

Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"

Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."

"Why not!"

"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."

"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.

Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."

Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"

The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.

"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."

Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."

"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"

Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"

He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."

Part 2 Part 4

(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)

Tag list: @zaiothe4th

[suksatoru]

𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎.

satoru gojo drabble 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ

╰┈➤ satoru! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; satoru asks his students to help him with your valentines day surprise!

"And just how many roses did you get for her?"

"A thousand. But I've got a feeling I should've gotten more." Satoru says, craning his neck to try and take in the view of the swirls of red and pink in front of him

The trio of students merely groaned, seeing how much work they were going to have to do by somehow moving said roses inside your apartment while you were out.

"You're insane." Megumi mumbles as he watches Satoru lean down to smell a bouquet - a pleased smile on his face when he inhales the flora’s scent. They smelled amazing. Perfect. Just what you deserved - the best of the best.

"Not my fault you losers don't have any Valentine's day plans. Now, let's get started!" He exclaimed, grinning widely as he picks up a single rose and begins walking towards the entrance of the building - not giving the bystanders that are walking out of the property a single glance as they gawk at the hundreds of flowers placed outside

"You're lucky we like y/n!" Nobara yells after him, crossing her arms in annoyance as Yuji grabs a bouquet off the ground

"Come on! We don't want her coming home half way!" He sing songs, already trailing behind Gojo as Megumi rolls his eyes - following after the pink haired boy with his arms already filled with your flowers as Nobara complains about how she wasn't wearing the right shoes to walk up and down so many stairs

How long did it take them to complete this task? A good two hours. Satoru's commentary didn't seem to be helping - he kept rambling on about how he didn't know which restaurant to take you to for dinner - or what color suit he should wear

"Maybe grey? I think it'll bring out your eyes. Well - if you plan to take your blindfold off. Wait - do you have different colored blindfolds?" Yuji questions curiously as Nobara scowls

"Have you ever seen him wearing any other color besides black? Idiot!" She snaps, hitting the back of Yuji's head as he lets out a yelp, rubbing the back of his neck with a frown

"Sure do, but I don't really wear them. Hey! I should surprise her by wearing one of 'em, right?" He suggests as Yuji's frown is quickly transformed into the biggest grin

"Got any pink ones? To match a pink suit?" He says, laughing as Satoru rolled his eyes - Yuji caught the gesture because of the sunglasses Gojo was wearing today - a simple round pair he wore occasionally.

"Maybe black." Megumi mumbles, looking around the familair apartment as he settles down on your couch with a grunt. His limbs ached from walking up and down so many stairs - especially since he was carrying dozens of flowers with him. But a part of him didn't mind - if it was you, he'd find the strength to push through it and get all the flowers to your apartment. You and Gojo had done a lot for him, so a part of him wanted to be apart of this surprise for you.

Now - your countertop and majority of the floor were covered in roses. Satoru had taken the remaining bit to your room as the four of them sat on your couches in exhaustion - Satoru didn't seem to be fazed at all by the work. Which would make sense since the majority of it was done by the teens anyway.

"Black huh? You think I look good in black?" He teased as Megumi scowled, giving the light haired man a mean glare as he sighed

"A black suit because it's a classic - I doubt she'll be amused if she finds you in sitting on her bed in a hot pink suit." Megumi remarks as Yuji frowns, mumbling about how he'd love to see Gojo in a pink suit

"When does she come back anyway? Don't you want us to leave? I am not staying if you guys start kissing." Nobara says, pretending to vomit for better effect to her words as Satoru takes a quick glance at the clock behind him

"She should be home in half an hour- "

The door knob turns - the sound of metal keys clinking together on the other side of the door has just about everyone's eyes widening as you appear in the doorway

Your humming comes to a stop as just about everyone freezes - you, in the entrance - all three kids as they simply look towards Satoru in a panic - and your husband, already walking towards you with the biggest grin as he wraps you in a hug

"Surprise!"

You're squealing as he spins you around and peppers kisses all over your face. Nobara makes a show of looking immensely grossed out while Megumi rolls his eyes at the two of you. Yuji on the other hand, is watching like a proud mother hen - a happy sigh leaving his lips as he props his cheek against his hand

"They're so in love." He says dreamily, watching as Satoru mutters something in your ear that has you giggling while he picks up one of the roses off the ground and brings it your nose - encouraging you to take a whiff of the flower.

"So many flowers! And my favorite kiddos! Come here!" You say, laughing as you open your arms and welcome them into you and Satoru's hug. Yuji didn't hesitate to join - leaping over any flowers on the ground as he jumps into your embrace with an excited laugh. It didn't take long for the other two teenagers to join in.

"Oh! I almost forgot! " You say, pulling away from the hug as you move to grab your takeout bags with a grin - holding them up like some sort of a trophy as all of their grabby hands reach out towards the food instantly

"Baby, you didn't need to get dinner. I was gonna take you out." Satoru whines as you roll your eyes, a smile on your lips nonetheless

"I wanted to surprise you! Plus, you said you were busy for the afternoon so I thought I'd pick this up!" You say, pressing a kiss onto his cheek as his frown quickly transforms into a cheeky grin

"All that food for you and Gojo?" Yuji questions as Nobara nods along with him - the smell of the delicious food finally reaching their noses as Satoru gasps, hand on his heart as he tries to act offended by the boy's words.

"Have you seen how much he eats?" You question with a raised brow as they laugh - Satoru merely pouts as you took a quick glance around the apartment - yeah, there was no room for you guys to eat in there

"C’mon! Let's all go eat outside!"

So it seemed like dinner in a hot pink suit was cancelled as you led them all outside and onto the grass - the four of you sitting on the ground as they practically devoured the food within minutes. The sun was setting now - casting warm rays over all of you as you ate.

"Has he been starving you poor kids?" You say, handing a napkin to Yuji once you see his sauce covered face - he gives you a look of confusion when you hand it to him, but one glance at his phone's camera has him furiously rubbing the sauce off his face as he sends you an embarrassed smile

"Yea. He made us do all the work too, pretty sure he was trying on your perfumes while we brought all the flowers to your apartment." Megumi deadpans, failing to keep his face blank as his lips twitch when you deliver a swift smack to Satoru

"You devil spawn! Making these poor kids do all the work." You laugh as he rubs the back of his neck with a smile. His eyes looked beautiful in the sunset - the sunlight seemed to make his eyes twinkle even brighter. Or maybe the reason they were shining so brightly was because he was looking at you.

You all sat outside for another hour, a cheerful smile on your face as you told his students stories of Satoru embarrassing enough to have Yuji spitting out his drink in laughter while your husband crossed his arms over his chest - denying your very true stories as their laughter sounded over his cries of 'that's not true!'

[tulip-room]

✧♡Got A Little Something There♡✧

pairing. Sakusa x reader

Content. This wasn't the way Sakusa had planned to reveal your relationship to the team

warnings. Lipstick wearing reader, soft Sakusa, Atsumu being the biggest tease (cannon)

words: 746

a/n: Woo! Posting for the third time today. Everyone thank Ave <333

He really should have seen this coming when he saw the mischievous smile on your face when you pulled him down for a kiss this morning. Should have known better when your lips were tinted red and you wouldn't let him leave without a few more kisses. Unfortunately, for as much as he may say he isn't. Sakusa is a simp for his partner so when you smiled so nicely at him there wasn't much else going on in his head. 

"Just one kiss before you go!" You smile brightly and hold a finger up. "It'd be very rude of you to leave without a kiss." So what does he do? He sighs with a smile and leans down for you to kiss him. Now, it should've ended there. He was already pushing being late because you had asked for 'just five more minutes' when his alarm went off that morning (which had turned into half an hour). 

Instead of 'just one kiss' as you had promised, it turned into a few more. You were looking entirely too proud of yourself when you both pulled away from the barrage of kisses. He would find out very soon why you looked so happy, for now though he didn't have time to question it. He places one more kiss on your lips before rushing out the door and to practice. 

When he got to practice everything had started normally...until he unhooked his mask from his face. He wasn't sure why Atsumu had burst out laughing, he just glared at him as usual. "Something funny Miya?"

"I think you've got a little something there Omi," Atsumu teases and motions around his mouth. Sakusa groans and puts a hand over his face. He definitely knew why you looked so happy now. For his own sanity he had asked you not go public with your relationship just yet (at least until the first match). He was by no means embarrassed by you, he would rather you hang him before Sakusa said he was embarrassed by you. No, he just didn't want to hear the teasing from Miya. Which he was getting now. 

Sakusa headed towards the bathroom to see exactly what you had done this morning before he had left the safety of your shared home. When he got to the mirror he sighed again. He could feel the hairs on his head turning grey when he caught sight of a much too pleased looking Atsumu standing behind him. Not only were his lips stained with the same red that was previously staining your lips, he also had kiss prints on his cheeks and corners of his mouth. 

"You've been hiding a relationship from us Omi? I'm hurt!" Atsumu feigns offense and clutches his hand over his chest and rests the back of his other hand on his forehead like he was fainting. 

"It was none of your business," Sakusa mumbles and pulls his phone from his pocket. He takes a picture of just how unamused he looked and sent it to you before pulling at paper towels to wipe the red off of his face. 

"Were you embarrassed or something Omi?" Atsumu coos as he watches the spiker try and wipe the lipstick from his face with little success. It seems red stains much more than you would realize. The sentence makes Sakusa stop his movements though and turn to the fake blonde.

"Never. I would never be embarrassed of them. I simply did not want to hear your comments."

"And whatever could you mean Omi?"

"I mean." He glares at the man in the mirror as he wipes his lips again. "I didn't want you to question our relationship Miya."

"You wound me Omi!" Atsumu puts the dramatics back on. "Seeing your face covered in lipstick is enough for me not to have any questions. You're obviously whipped for them."

"And? I love them and they love me. I know that's a hard concept for you to understand since no one seems to want you." Sakusa retaliates which only furthers the dramatics from the fake blonde. 

"Just wait till I meet this person. I bet they'll tease you with me. If your red stained face is anything to go by." And that would certainly be a day. He didn't want to think about how well you and Atsumu would get along. He supposed he could deal with the lipstick stains if it meant you kept kissing him though.

taglist. @hiraethwa

please send me an ask if you want to be tagged in a specific character/ all my works <3

masterlist

rules

[running-with-kn1ves]

cw: borderline nsfw, werewolf tings, tit sucking

Im thinking... sinfully perverted thoughts. Sucking on your werewolf boyfriend's big ol' tits. It started out simple-- he was just a moving pillow, chest so soft and pliable with a curved body that could practically envelop you with its warmth and softness.

When you laid on him at the end of each tough day, buried your face in between his pecks to avoid the sun's wrath in the morning, watching him stroll around with bedhead and no shirt as a tooth brush hangs from his mouth-- they all lead up to your depraved obsession. You joked with him at first, grabbing his chest from behind and using him as a stressball, saying you'd have to start buying bras for him to cover those D-cups. But a heavy makeout session can make you do things without a forethought.

Such as, leaving a trail of love bites below his collar bone, hickieing below his right nipple, latching on as if it was the most natural continuation. A slight "ah-" leaves his bitten lips. But you continue like nothing, letting him put a clawed hand against the back of your head, trying to pull you back to his lips. It was his fault for being fresh out the shower, shirtless and wet hair calling you to run your hands through. You had kissed your way up to his other peck before you were dragged into a mouth of sharp, throat-cutting teeth.

"Such a weirdo," he mumbled, massaging the hickie you left on his sensitive bud. But it wasn't long before you found you way back to the untouched left peck, straddling his waist after a dry hump session he initiated into you from below. It was only a few more weeks until rut season, you were treading dangerous waters getting him worked up like this with no release.

But like an addict you ran to his free nipple, ignoring the werewolf's desperate attempts to shimmy off his sweatpants. The once wet strands sticking to his forehead from the shower, now sheened with sweat. Tongue circling, small rubs just below his belly button, you were creating a mess of drool and embarrassment below you.

"Why you keep doin' that.. feels weird.." He gruffs, almost bucking into your palm when your hand reaches his upper thigh. "Can't you suck a little lower." He laughs with a short palming of his crotch, wishing the stiffness below his lazy cotton sweatpants was what you were obsessed with keeping your mouth on.

But your boyfriend realizes you won't let up, not when his tanned, enlargened chest muscle popped in your mouth like a sweet treat. Shiny eyes looking up at him with mischief, watching him pant with an open mouth and a wince everytime you pinched his free nipple. He might've not enjoyed it as much as you did, but the slowly inching fingers below grey fabric and his boxer-less hips was more than enough to make up for your teasing.

You relished in his groans, bulged biceps curling to grab a pillow to shove over his face. He practically bounced into your hand, squeaking when your teeth bit at his nipple, bite marks on the side of his breast. It was freeing, having the ability to pay him back for all the wolfy slobbering and harsh teeth sinking he did when the full moon rose. And you didn't feel bad one bit-- in fact, you should've taken up this tit obsession sooner.

[hannieehaee]

content: badboy!wonwoo (he's actually a cutie pie he's just v careless with his safety T-T), established relationship, break up, angst, fluffy ending (it's always fluffy endings here or i die), mentions of shady work, mentions of bruises, etc.

part 2

wc: 1191

a/n: thank you so much to the person who requested this!! im rlly bad with angst so this was hard haha if any of u want a smutty continuation pls lmk <3 i was gonna finish w smut but i wasnt sure ;-;

masterlist

"how can you expect me to care about you when you have such little regard for yourself?"

those were some of the last words wonwoo had heard from you last time he saw you.

he had, once again, arrived home late, blue and grey from yet another altercation he'd found himself in. he had promised you he'd leave his shady past behind. that he'd take care of you and you'd exist happily together, never having to worry for the other's safety.

it had taken you a while to break, begging him to put you out of your misery and either leave you or promise you a life in which you wouldn't be terrified every time he stepped foot out of the door. living without you was just unconceivable for wonwoo, which left him with only one choice.

he managed to keep his promise for about a week or two, happy to arrive punctual at home every night and find you waiting for him, more than ready to shower him with your affections.

he hadn't meant to break his promise. nothing broke him more than the look in your eyes as he entered your shared home, two hours late and with twenty missed calls from you. his skin was once again covered with bruises, disheveled hair and exhausted state to match. he hadn't thought this would be the end. that despite of his pleas to please stay, you'd still pack your bags, eyes filled with tears as you cried at him that you couldn't stay and watch him slowly kill himself like this. what you hadn't realized was that nothing could kill him more than your absence.

~

it had only been two weeks since you left him. two weeks since his last genuine smile graced his face. two weeks since he was able to sleep. and most ironically, two weeks since he'd gotten into some type of life-threatening altercation. his bruises had healed by now, taking longer than usual now that he didn't have you to tend to him like before. he still kept up with you, watching you from afar as you cruised through life. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, hoping to respect your decision to leave and take his heart with you, but your absence was too much for him. if he couldn't have you, he'd at least watch you from afar, dreading what he had lost. so that's what he did, and thats what he was currently doing right now.

you were attending some party, he'd found out. which meant he needed to be in attendance too and watch over you. he felt dejected as he watched you have fun with your friends, sad that maybe the breakup just hadn't been that big of a deal to you. maybe you were truly better off without him. maybe he needed to leave you alone and allow you to enjoy life without a burden such as jeon wonwoo.

he wanted to leave, he truly did, but his body wouldn't let him. he just wanted you back into his life so badly. everything had turned bleak the moment you left, making him just a shell of himself. he wanted to approach you and get on his knees (in front of all the wasted party goes, even) and beg you for forgiveness. he wanted to cry out to you how much he loved you, that you were the light of his life, that he'd leave it all behind for you. but he was too much of a coward to do that. so, he prepared himself mentally in order to leave, sparing one last look your way before disappearing into the crowd. except you were gone. in his distracted state, you had left. your friends were still there, but you were the sole disappearance. wonwoo knew he should've just left you alone, but he couldn't live with himself if something were to happen to you.

he frantically looked for you for a good five minutes before finding you in some empty balcony, sitting down against the rail with your legs hanging from it. he could only see your profile, but was able to spot the shine of your cheeks, a clear indicator that you'd been crying. he once again couldn't help himself when he spoke up.

"baby?" he was slow at approaching you, not wanting to surprise you too much.

you jumped a bit anyways, "wonwoo? what are you doing here?"

"i ... i wanted to see you. i'm sorry"

you had gotten up, now facing him but keeping yourself closed off, arms wrapped around yourself and eyes not meeting his, very much unlike your usual affectionate self.

"wonwoo ... you can't keep doing this. i know you've been following me around. you need to leave me alone."

"i .."

"do you think this is easy for me? i love you. so fucking much. i just cant watch you get hurt over and over. i cant wait home late not knowing if you'll actually come back," you'd began ranting, your emotions getting stronger by the second, "every time you leave it's like i have to hold my breath, and i cant breathe until i have you back to me safely. i can't do this anymore. i love you, i-"

wonwoo couldnt take it anymore. he walked the rest of the way and held onto you. he lightly grabbed you and placed you in his arms, engulfing your shaking form against his chest. you'd begun crying halfway through your speech, your words becoming slurred and you shook and sniffled throughout. wonwoo couldn't physically handle seeing you in such distress without wanting to take it away. so he held onto you. what surprised him was that you held him back. you nuzzled your face into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you sobbed against him, crying that you loved him.

"i love you ... so fucking much," pulling away, he made sure to look into your eyes as he spoke, "i can't exist without you. i'll stop- i stopped. i'll leave it all behind for you. we can leave. together. i'll do anything for you, just- please. please come back to me. i love you."

"wonwoo ..."

"i mean it! i'll keep you safe. i'll keep us safe. we can start new. just us. you'll never have to worry about me again, i promise. just need you back. please. i can't do this without you, i-"

like in any other cliche, you pulled him into you, kissing his words back into his mouth. but he didn't care. he kissed all emotions right back into yours, letting all the sadness he had in him dissipate against your lips. you kissed until you became lightheaded, sighing against each other's lips even when you were out of breath, refusing to pull away. wonwoo was finally the one to pull away, almost losing his mind at the way your lips chased after his.

"let me take you home? i love you. wanna take care of you."

and with that, you walked back into his life, hand in hand, with the promise that his love for you would keep him safe.

[shotmrmiller]

the possibilities for bullying a girl into an inescapable marriage are endless … soap finding a girl from a catholic family, getting her into bed, then ‘accidentally’ letting it slip to her family and nodding along when her mother is like ‘you have to marry him it’s the only way to save yourself from sin’

price in vegas getting blackout drunk with some sweet thin he met at the casino bar, and both of them waking up in the morning with rings. so what if price wasn’t really that drunk? reader doesn’t need to know that.

ghost who convinces you to marry him for the benefits so he gets better housing and you get his health insurance. you think it’s purely transactional, so imagine your surprise when he starts expecting you to perform your other spousal duties and threatens to kill the guy you were gonna go on a date with.

gaz who agrees to be your fake boyfriend for a family dinner, so you don’t have to suffer through another round of ‘what do you mean you’re still single? when am i getting grandbabies?’ only to realize your mistake too late when you catch him in the kitchen with your mother, promising her she’s getting grandbabies soon.

soap's just looking at her mom like he hadn't a clue that it was that serious for "catholics" and he'll do right by them both and take her hand in marriage as if he doesn't have a crucifix around his neck that gleams against coarse hair and pale scars. as if he doesn't remember his ma giving him sharp twists to the ear because he'd made them late for sunday mass again. ofc not. and if he knows certain prayers, he'd learned for his future wife. obviously.

price is def the type to befriend the loud, drunken girl on vacation in some party city he'd just finished a job in. buys her drink after drink because she'd said she can hold her own. unsurprisingly, she was all talk no walk. she calls him handsome once, threads her fingers into his greying hair and his first stop is the nearest jewelry store. he doesn't touch the new mrs. price as she sleeps off the alcohol, he wants her awake for what he's got planned. (ghost ofc hears of his new wife and sends him a congrats text)

ghost gets signed up on tinder by soap against his knowledge will and when soap matches him with some girl only looking for fun, simon decides he's gonna give her more than that and if she's the type to try to kick him out the morning after, he's calling price to forge her signature onto a marriage certificate. (price eventually meets her and he's just like "shouldntve fed him, love. should've known he wouldn't leave." rip a girl just tryna have some sex)

kyle tells her that he needs a gf for the weekend because there's a wedding, soaps wedding actually, and she agrees. (every time she corrects him to his plus one he simply repeats himself.) he immediately goes back on his promise, "i won't even touch ya," cuz his hand is constantly roaming south, he sits her on his lap whether she wants it or not, and during the slow dancing he's prying her mouth open with his for, "just one kiss." if he fucks her in the groom's dressing room during the dinner, no he didn't. (he needs his hands on her, no one believes that they're dating:(

[icallhimjoey]

Not sure if you've done this but it fits the general mood of the fandom lately: I want grovel-y Joe. Knows he really fucked up but he's a guy so he doesn't know how to fix it so he just throws anything at the wall to see what sticks. And honestly we're not sure if we'll forgive him but we're definitely sticking around to see how far he's willing to go.

(yes I am in therapy 🤣)

okay im using this request to fix whatever that bullshit was that i wrote before this - hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 3.8K

---

I'll Let The Sun Decide

Joe realises it in the morning. Feels like the biggest fucking idiot in the world.

Correction: the biggest fucking idiot on the moon.

He watches you walk out of his bedroom after leaving a perfect cup of coffee, exactly how he likes it, on his bedside table and everything about that makes his heart ache.

After the way he behaved last night, he knows he doesn't deserve a sweet gesture from the girl who looks like she only managed to sleep for about two hours.

You look exhausted.

He only catches a glimpse of you, and a few seconds later he can hear the coffee machine go again. You're making a coffee for yourself after making him one, and Joe can't help but groan his face into his pillow.

Fuck.

He didn't reach out for you in the night.

Your one fucking rule.

He vaguely remembers going, "Hmm?" after he raised his head off his pillow in a jolt.

"Just me." You'd whispered, nothing malicious hidden in your voice, because it was after midnight and it wasn't the time to continue whatever you'd started earlier that evening.

He should've reached over then.

He hadn't. Not even a knee to your thigh, or a toe to your foot.

Nothing.

He should've been happy you'd come back to his flat instead of going to your own. You could've so easily decided to avoid him for a bit, but you didn't. You said you'd come back, and then you did, and, fuck.

He hadn't reached out.

He hadn't even read the texts you'd sent. Left you with a bunch of grey ticks.

Well.

He had read them, but only in the notification bar.

He'd seen the messages about you making it to the office safely. Of how Charlotte was there too - you'd do the work together and you'd be done much faster that way. A little later of how you'd just be another hour, and of how you'd let him know when you'd leave.

He wanted you to feel bad about choosing your work over him, so he withheld the coloured ticks and had felt real fucking smug over it. It was sickening how right he'd felt about his actions in the moment. Every petty little thing justified, just because you'd hurt his feelings.

You'd climbed into bed after he had already fallen asleep, and the feeling of movement next to him pulled him from his slumber. And then, instead of reaching over like he should have done, he had sighed all heavily, like he was really fucking annoyed that you'd woken him up as you got comfortable under his covers. He'd rolled over and ignored you. Turned his back and festered in his own anger like a moody teenager because he truly believed you deserved it.

What a fucking loser.

Didn't touch you all night.

The realisation slaps him in the face unexpectedly, and your early-morning kind gesture is what flips the entire script. What a fucking loser of a boyfriend.

You've made the deadline.

Joe sees it when he opens his messages after taking a perfect sip of hot coffee, and it's weird how he feels awful about himself and proud of you at the same time.

He didn't need to let the world burn over such a tiny inconvenience.

Joe hates the moon.

Longs for the sun.

The moon is cold and dark and he's all alone up there, only warmed by the light the sun will bring him.

The sun. Or, the messy-haired girl with tired eyes in soft clothes too big for her body who brought him a hot cup of coffee before she even made one for herself. Either or. Same thing.

Joe stares at your messages in silence, gives you the coloured ticks he should've given you last night, and feels heavy guilt find home in the pit of his stomach.

You finished all the work in time. Probably have done a real good job at it too. Did it at the office, away from Joe's bad temper, and managed to actually focus and forget about how he told you to fuck off when you were already on your way out anyway.

What a dick-move.

Fragile ego syndrome, you'd guessed then.

That dick-move is what had you second-guessing going back over to Joe's for a while. Maybe going back to your own flat was the smarter idea. Avoid the confrontation and just text him the next day, after he'd cooled off a bit.

Maybe he'd actually read those then.

Another dick-move.

Joe could be so annoying sometimes, but it was easy to read him and you knew that just a little consideration of your time would fix whatever this silly issue was. With that in mind, you'd made your way back over to his.

You knew his dick-moves only meant he was going to feel bad about himself come tomorrow morning.

And you were right.

Besides an annoyed sigh and a soft grumble, you didn't get much else from him when you got into bed.

That was fine.

Again, you didn't think it was the right time to continue a fight anyway.

But the morning brought something new.

You woke up before Joe did and it took a few seconds for you to remember. To realise your prediction was right. Joe hasn't reached out in the night. No silent I still love you touch under the covers for you.

And it stings.

Could make you cry if you thought about it long enough.

Joe's stayed on his side of the bed, facing away from you, and you tell yourself that at least you've come back to his flat like you said you would. You finished the work you had to finish, and did the right thing by returning.

But then, you concluded, you also haven't reached out to him at all, and immediately felt bad.

Joe can be so annoying sometimes, but you do still love him, and a warm palm to a shoulder blade could've at least let him know.

It would've made you the bigger person.

Which, you still were. You came back, didn't you? But Joe was being an absolute child and you didn't want to sink down to his level.

You should've reached over. Should've touched him. You have no good excuse for not following the one rule you came up with after your first real argument, and now you feel bad.

Shit.

The coffee is to make up for it. At least a little. To say, I'm sorry I didn't reach out, here's me doing that now.

"Morning," you whispered when you saw him stir and open a squinty, confused eye.

You didn't wait for a reply. Just left the coffee there and walked back to go and make yourself one too.

Joe watched you leave and the moon came crashing down.

He knows what the coffee means.

He's read your messages, can hear you make breakfast in his kitchen and decides he needs to reach out too. With his coffee in hand, he gets up and makes his way over to his living area where he finds you rubbing your fist into an eye through a yawn, with a carton of eggs in the other hand.

"Morning," he croaks, and sees how it's only just starting to get light outside, it's so early still.

It feels a little weird and embarrassing to speak to you right now. To remember how you'd been in this same room just a few hours ago, and he'd told you to fuck off.

Fuck off, he'd said. To his girlfriend. Had meant it with his whole chest too. What a fucking idiot.

You turn your head to give him a small smile that doesn't reach your eyes, and ask, "Do you want some eggs?"

The moon can die.

He doesn't want the moon.

The moon is too far from the sun. He wants you closer and happy and well-rested and for your smile to overtake your whole lovely beautiful face when you see him and he hasn't got the faintest clue where to even start to fix it.

He doesn't know how to turn all the feelings in his chest into words to convey how sorry he feels. Has no idea what to say. Has no idea how you'll react to a verbal apology either.

But you look so soft, shoulders slouched, the scrunched up bit of fabric that held your hair up and out of your face as you slept about to slip out. And, even though he can tell it's not a real smile, you're still giving him a kind face. You're being civil.

You've made him a coffee how he likes it and just offered to make him some eggs and, Jesus, he's just the most awful person ever, isn't he?

The overwhelming need to wrap himself around all of you takes over.

Joe leaves his coffee on the side and steps closer to attach himself to your back. You accept it, and he can feel how you let your head rest against the side of his as he hugs you, arms tight around your waist.

He's glad that you let him.

But he also feels the defeat there.

The, Joe what the fuck, that's waiting to slip out of your mouth. Maybe it's why you're keeping things surface level. No time or energy to get into an actual conversation right now. Just breakfast eggs and perfect coffee.

That's okay.

Joe doesn't know what to say anyway, and he'd love some eggs, actually.

"I'd love some, but," Joe kisses the side of your face, does it quick so he doesn't have to feel you pull away from it, and then gently moves you aside. "Let me."

A first attempt at fixing it.

Joe finishes breakfast whilst you go for the quickest shower of your life. When you turn the water off he asks what time you need to leave from the kitchen. His eyes find your coffee that's going cold, and he thinks it's so stupid that you have to be back at work so soon.

This time he doesn't feel sorry for himself, though. This time he feels sorry for you.

It's a big difference.

You've only just left the office, Joe thinks. And sure, sometimes he makes long hours and feels like he lives on set, but you're in an office.

He knows that's different.

Worse.

You've got to go and present all the things you've finished and he knows you like it just as much as he does. That being: not at all. There's no use in getting angry at you.

He sees that now.

You're just as much at fault for not being able to go out with him last night as he is. That being: not at all.

Joe watches you take a few hurried mouthfuls of egg on toast, and he wants to tell you sorry before you leave.

He doesn't.

Isn't sure how, and feels like a literal child because, Jesus Christ, they're just words.

But you smile at him, even though it's only small. And you let him kiss your cheek on your way out. And when you've left, it's not even eight o'clock, which is too fucking early, and he decides he needs to give you more quiet I love yous that he didn't give you under the covers in the night the way he should've done.

You get flowers delivered to the office that afternoon.

It's a large bunch, beautiful colours, and you can't lie; it absolutely makes you smile. You can tell it's expensive, and you know he's paid extra for the same day delivery, but... he didn't reach for you last night, and you didn't reach for him either, and whenever you think of Joe, that's all that comes to mind.

You'd seen him turn to stone.

So cold and careless.

Had seen in his face how he didn't give a single shit about how inconsiderate he was being.

A bunch of flowers isn't going to magically make that visual go away, but it's nice that he' tried's trying, and you try to hold onto that.

When you leave the office that day, you text Joe that you're headed to your own flat because there's food in your fridge that needs eating before it goes off, and your dishwasher is half filled with dirty dishes that have been in there for about a week already, so you kind of need to go turn it on, and there's probably also a load of laundry you could do, plus a quick pass of your floors with a vacuum, maybe.

Joe doesn't get to read it for a few hours. Busy day on set. When he eventually does, sort of annoyed that you had to wait for his coloured ticks again, he texts back, "Yours?"

And you text back so quickly, it makes his guilt grow.

"don't forget your key, im gonna lie down "

Perfect, Joe thinks. He'll sneak in and maybe get some of your shit sorted whilst you kip on your sofa.

But when he walks in, you're not on the sofa. You're already in bed, and that's sort of heartbreaking, because it's so early, and Joe finds the food that's about to go off uneaten in your fridge still. Finds the dishwasher still half filled, smelling rank, dirty dishes growing mould in there. He also sees the full hamper that needs sorting and washing, and, how had he even had the gall to assume that you could just make time for him at a moment's notice when you hadn't even been able to take care of any of this?

Joe starts the dishwasher.

Sorts your dirty laundry and starts a dark wash.

Cooks the food that's about to go off and places it in plastic tubs to have at another time.

Notices you've not taken the flowers that he had express delivered home and tries not let that affect him, but fails.

You're not sure what it is that wakes you. The beeping of the dishwasher, or the clanging of plates as Joe places the clean ones back into their cupboards. When Joe comes to find you, you're on your side, facing away from the door, but Joe can see you're awake by the light from your phone that silhouettes you.

"You're awake," Joe says, voice surprised, and it makes you turn to look over your shoulder.

"Hey," you say softly, and Joe's eyebrows knit together automatically at how sad you sound.

"Thanks for the flowers," you turn in bed to let Joe kiss you as he bends over to place a small one to your forehead. "They got delivered during my presentation."

"Was it embarrassing?" Joe asks, sitting down next to you, one arm either side of you as he leans over. Kisses you again, but on your mouth this time.

"Very. Vanessa just barged in with them."

"Did you like them?"

"Hmm," you nod and give a little smile. Joe's glad for it, but he feels there's a distance there still. You're keeping your hands to yourself, even though his bare arms are right there.

"I um," Joe starts, and wants to start listing all the things he's done. Wants to tell you how he's been sweet, and kind, like you were with him this morning, and he wants those things to be the silent I love yous he should've given you last night.

But then he changes his mind and says, "Did the, um... did the presentation go okay?"

You nod, because it did go really well, actually. Thank fuck. But Joe doesn't ask any more questions about it, and he seems to hesitate to even speak at all. Seems to want to say something that he's clearly not saying. Afraid to say the wrong thing, maybe. You wonder if there's a sincere I'm sorry hiding in there somewhere.

"You seem tired..." he skirts around the issue, and it's disappointing, but not surprising.

"I am tired."

Then Joe looks at the empty space in your bed for a moment and gets up. Starts undressing. Leaves his clothes in a neat pile on your dresser and goes to brush his teeth.

When Joe looks at himself in the mirror, he frowns.

Fucking idiot.

Look at that coward.

He rests both hands on the sink, hangs into his shoulders, breathes through flared nostrils, and feels like a failure. You must think he is one too.

He didn't reach over last night.

With his toothbrush still in his mouth, he steps back into your bedroom and inhales a deep breath through his nose before he mumbles a barely audible and a very foamy, "I shouldn't have..."

He hears himself, grumbles low in this throat and turns on his heel, spits the toothpaste out and comes back.

Starts again.

"I shouldn't have said those things. Last night. I was being a dick, I shouldn't have done– well, anything, really. I was being mean just to be mean, I'm–"

"Joe," you interrupt, your voice soft.

You didn't reach out either.

"No," Joe argues, moves to sit back down next to you, arms back either side of you, hands pressing into the mattress. "You have nothing to be sorry for, I just," Joe sighs. Frowns. Doesn't know what to say.

What can he say to make you run a hand up one of his forearms?

"I didn't..." he tries once more, but falters again. Drops his head and knows he can't cry because he is not the person he's hurt.

He didn't reach over last night.

"Hey. I didn't either."

You read between the lines, even though your vision goes blurry with tears. You can hear the words Joe isn't saying and can read the thoughts he's not communicating. Joe's face always tells you a million things. You wonder if he's aware how easy he is to read.

You also wonder if he's aware that it's not going to be enough.

Joe swipes a thumb across your temple, close to your eye, and catches a tear that was about to slide into your hair.

He swallows thickly. Tries to swallow down whatever's hurting his throat.

"I don't want to live on the moon..." he then mutters, regretting how he set the world on fire. He wants to live on planet earth, even though it's all grey and black ashes now. He'll plant flowers there. Will feed them water, and will politely ask the sun let them grow.

Will ask you.

You're the sun.

You get to decide.

You don't fully understand what Joe means, because it sounds ridiculous, actors and their theatrics, but you tell him you don't want to live on the moon either and he huffs a laugh at how absurd that sounds coming from your straight face that's pretending it's not actively crying.

You're the sun.

Of course you don't want to live on the moon, silly.

"Your priority–" you start, breath hitching, but Joe is quick to interrupt.

"You. You. Us. I'm... it's us. I promise, it's us..." Joe sighs again, seemingly upset at remembering his own behaviour.

"Saying that is easy, though," you start, finally letting your fingers slowly wrap around one of his arms.

A touch.

It's enough to make Joe's whole face crumble.

He ducks down. Lets his arms find your shoulders to pull you up a little so he can hug you properly, both arms wrapped tightly around your frame, his face hidden into your neck, and you know Joe's only crying because of your fingertips touching his wrist. The smallest things can get him sometimes – so dramatic.

But you continue, "I believe that you believe that your priority is us, but when you're stomping around your kitchen, blaming me for shit I have no controll over, telling me that it's my fault that I–"

"No," Joe mumbles into your skin, and pulls back just enough to press his forehead against yours. "No."

And you give his forehead a slight push with yours and you want to say, yes.

Yes that's what you were doing.

Yes that's what happened.

Yes you got caught up in all of your own feelings and forgot that I have a whole set of my own.

But then Joe whispers, "I'm sorry." and you can't help but go absolutely lax in his hold.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. I love you, I'm sorry." he whispers his apologies against your mouth through heavy breaths because he's doing his best to not cry, but he's failing, because then he feels you shake with a sob, and, fuck that, he'll banish himself to the moon, actually.

He'll live up there no matter how miserable it is, and he'll take whatever sunlight he can get, and he'll be thankful for the rays you'll allow to even reach him at all.

"You didn't t-touch–" you stutter, and immediately feel Joe squeeze you tighter.

"I'm sorry, I love you. I'm so sorry." Joe whispers right into your ear. Keeps repeating it, over and over and over.

Your one rule.

He should've never broken it.

It's good to hear the words, the I'm sorrys tumbling over his lips, and you'll accept them for now. But actions speak louder than words, and you know that there will probably be a time where the way the world treats Joe will make his head grow to twice its size again. He'll do and say similar shit. Won't want to meet you halfway, but will demand that you make the trek all the way over to him, won't care what the ground will look like, and won't care if you're wearing shoes for it or not.

Joe doesn't know it right now, but you can see into the future and know it will happen again.

And when it does, you'll grow a little colder.

Let some of your rays die out.

"Here. Lay back." Joe says after holding you for a while, and when your head finds your pillow again, Joe curls around and uses every body part of his to touch yours under the covers.

Every inch of skin touching yours is a big fat quiet I love you that he'll repeatedly tell you all night. He's not gonna let go.

He knows he's on the moon still. Up there, all alone. Cold. In the dark.

He said he's sorry, but knows it's not enough.

Wants off, but is smart enough to not set foot somewhere he's not allowed yet.

He has said that he's sorry, and now he needs to wait for the sun.

Wait for you.

And he'll touch you under the covers until you're ready.

Whispers the promises into your hair as you fall asleep.

You get to decide.

He'll let the sun decide.

---

The Taglisted

@alwayslindie, @babybluebex, @capricornrisingsstuff, @chaoticgood-munson, @demonsanddemogorgons

@djoseph-quinn, @dolcevitalifestyle, @eddies-puppet, @emma-munson, @emotionaldreamer

@everythinghasafacee, @ferfan14, @figmentofquinn, @ghost-proofbaby, @gri959

@hanahkatexo, @hazelenys, @jewellethief, @joesquinns, @keikoraven

@kennedy-brooke, @lovelyblueness, @mandyjo8719, @mexicanfolklore, @munsonluvrr

@munson-mjstan, @munsonssweets, @nadixq, @niallersfreckles, @notverywise

@pepperstories, @phyllosilicate-s, @prettiestboyreid, @readergf, @royale1803

@skulliecadaver-blog, @sherrylyn0628, @shizlac, @solzi1420, @songforeddiemunson

@sweetberry47, @take-everything-you-can, @thebellenouvelle, @tlclick73, @werepartnersnow

@witchwolflea, @yunirgo

add yourself

[oracle-of-dream]

Dumb Bunny

Minors DNI

Summary: You and Kai would always compete, ever since you were kids, the two of you would one-up each other at every opportunity. But, now that you're older, you're starting to notice the differences between the two of you...

Warnings: Male reader, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Bigdickkai, Wall fucking, multiple orgasms, reader dumification, degradation, shower masturbation, fingering, college au rivals, unprotected sex, cum eating, creampie, rough sex

Wordcount: 3.6k

This is a request!

Knock Knock Knock

The loud knocking at your dorm room door shook you out of your sleep. "Y/n!? I know you're in there! I don't have my keys, lemme in!" A voice pierced the silence of your room.

You rolled over, trying to cover your ears.

"WAKE UP!" The voice shouted again, louder this time while there was more banging on the door.

You dragged yourself out of the bed, stumbling over to the door. As soon as you unlocked the door, it opened and almost hit you in the face. The light from the hallway spilled in as a shadow entered your room.

The shadow moved the light switch and brightened the room, illuminating his face. "You sleep like a log." Kai's black hair was a mess, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt.

"And you're forgetful. This is the third time this week that you forgot your keys." You rubbed your eyes as you got used to the light.

"I was in a rush, I had to get to the gym and I left them in my other bag. He said as he started digging in his backpack, searching for his keys.

You had morning classes, and Kai had ones toward the afternoon, so you had time for mid-day naps while he always rushed to make it through the day. It's always been like that for the two of you. You've always been three steps ahead, but his natural dumb luck would help him keep up with you. Even when you met for the first time in middle school at an award ceremony for high grades. You'd worked your ass off, day and night, to get your scores up, and Kai slept through every class. But still, he'd get higher scores than you. Which only pushed you to work harder to beat him. Every competition, you'd ruin your sleep schedule to one-up him, and he'd somehow make it a tie or barely beat you...

You walked into the bathroom to wash your face, and Kai started changing out of his gym clothes. The both of you managed to get a spot in the honors college dorm room, only available for students with a certain GPA upon enrolling, and you ended up being slotted with him since your other roommate strangely transferred out before the semester started. Leaving you in the company of your worst enemy that you've had for several years.

You closed the door to the bathroom and started getting undressed for your shower when you heard the doorknob shake.

"No way you're about to shower," Kai said through the door.

"You should've been quicker." You giggle to yourself as you take your time getting ready.

He shook the doorknob again. "Come on! You knew I wanted to shower–I always shower right after the gym. You're going to make me late for class!"

"Not my problem. You should just shower at the gym. That's why there are locker rooms."

"No!" Kai kicked the door, "there's no way I'm showering over there! It smells horrible, and there's a bunch of people there. Please let me shower first!"

"Not gonna happen, you always leave hair in the shower, and it's fucking gross. And I have somewhere to be, too!"

"Well, you take thirty years, and you're not even washing your hair!"

"How do you know!?"

"You washed it yesterday! I could smell your shampoo."

"Are you sure that wasn't you using mine?"

"I was running out of my own! I said I'd buy you a new one!" Kai kicked the door again, harder this time. "Like, let me shower with you at least, I can't miss this class. I have an exam next week, and today's the review day, and there's no way I'm going while smelling like B.O.!" Kai stepped away from the door and shoulder-checked it, shaking the entire door.

You jumped at the thud. "You idiot! If you break this door, I'm not paying to get it fixed!" You covered yourself with a towel before opening the door.

Kai looked like he was ready to try hitting the door again before you opened it. "Thank you." He was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and his clothes dark in some spots. But what stuck out was his hard dick swinging in his sweatpants.

You looked away, covering your eyes. "Jesus, dude, no underwear again?"

He chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like seeing it anyway. I've caught you looking a few times."

"Fuck you." You spat back at him. You tried to walk past time but he blocked the way. "Can you move already?"

"You said you had to go somewhere, so we both gotta shower. We can share. We're both dudes." Kai said as he stripped his shirt off before you.

"Gross, I'll pass–"

"Stop being a bitch and get in the shower." His voice was more serious this time, not like his usual nagging. Without his sweatshirt, his figure was a little more imposing, especially with freshly pumped muscles.

You awkwardly submitted to him without any extra argument, moving into the shower. If Kai wanted, he could've easily carried you into the shower, so it was better not to push him. There was shuffling from the other side of the curtain before it parted. You instinctually turned away from him, feeling warm in your ears.

"Turn the water on. Don't make the water too hot. I'm not looking to sit in a sauna." He commanded.

You braced as you turned on the water. Ice-cold water ran across your skin, immediately making you scoot backward into Kai.

"Watch it." Kai put his hand on your back to stop you from moving closer to him.

"I-Its cold!"

He sighed. "Then switch with me. You can lather up while I get some time in the water."

You slowly started scooting in his direction, trying not to look at him. But Kai started getting impatient, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you behind him. You peeked over your shoulder to see his broad back facing you, water running down it. You never really looked at Kai's backside, but he was more muscular than he looked under his baggy clothes.

"The soap," Kai said, handing you the bottle, not turning around.

You took it from him. Now facing his back, you couldn't help but notice how big his butt was. He loved working leg days, but he'd always been blessed with a better ass than you... You could feel your whole body getting hot while looking him over so closely. You felt like a perverted weirdo, looking at him like that. You turned around, facing the wall, and started lathering soap onto you, waiting for Kai to switch with you again.

"The water's not cold, so we can switch now." He muttered.

You switched places with him again, letting the soap rinse off you. It felt better to face the wall, but you couldn't stop thinking about Kai standing right behind. You could feel your dick twitch at the thought, your breath hitched as you tried to focus. But your concentration was cut off by a soft sigh, almost a moan but it was cut short. Your book ran cold. Did you somehow slip a moan out and not even realize it? You peeked over your shoulder to see Kai's reaction, but his back was turned to you.

Kai's eyes were squeezed shut, gently and quietly jerking himself off while biting his lip to keep quiet.

You faced the water again, throat dry but your body tingling. "H-Hey, I think I'm ready to get out now."

"O-Oh, yeah, okay. I'll finish up, you can go first..." Kai said, barely loud enough to hear over the shower.

You stepped out of the shower, water dripping on the floor as you left Kai alone. You hurried out of the bathroom, changed clothes, and crawled back into bed. All you could think about was Kai jerking off...

You tossed in your bed until your leg rubbed against your cock, grinding against you. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping your hand into your pants, stroking yourself slowly. Your eyes slowly shut as you get more into it.

"Kai...," you softly moaned his name.

You could feel him hover over you, whispering seductively. "Oh? Getting into something and calling out for me?"

You replied with a moan, wanting more from him.

Kai's hands moved to your sides, sliding up your torso. His hair tickled your face as it swept across your face.

"Are you daydreaming? Y/n?" He cooed. "Why don't you open your eyes and see the real thing."

Your eyes cracked open in confusion to see Kai sitting over you. You didn't even hear him turn off the shower, much less get so close.

"What's wrong, y/n? You were having so much fun a second ago.." Kai slid his hand over your hard-on, earning a rewarding flinch from you. "Touching yourself to me, even though I'm in the next room, how shameful."

Your face got hot again. "Well, it– You. You were doing it too!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Me? When?"

"In our shower together! I saw you jacking off, and moaning in secret."

"Y/n. I just got back home." He said flatly.

"No, we just showered together..." You muttered.

He shook his head. "I just got back from the gym. I remembered my keys this time, so I let myself in. I thought you were sleeping until you called me, and I saw you like this." He chuckled. "Did you dream all that!?"

You tried to push him off you, but he was firm in his position over you.

"Okay, laugh it up or do whatever you're gonna do." You crossed your arms and let your head fall against the bed, waiting for Kai's endless teasing to begin.

You were instead greeted by Kai's mouth meeting yours, his hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head.

"You should be careful about letting me do 'whatever' to you." Kai bit at your neck

"Kai–" You tried to push him, but he had to much of a grip on you.

"You wanted me so badly in your dream, so why can't I want you back?" He giggled as he licked at the new mark forming on your neck.

"I don't understand..." You shyly muttered.

He let you go, letting you sit up as he held you. "It's okay if you don't understand. I do. You finally get it, that I'm better. You've given up fighting me, and now you're willing to be my second place."

You reeled away from him. "That's not what this is about!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it?" His hands smoothly moved to lace his fingers with yours. "You can feel it. You can't really beat me, I'm just naturally better. I'm smarter, stronger, and faster than you. You're so fucked up by me that it made you obsessed, so much that you couldn't even really realize it. Your brain couldn't handle it so your body decided to spell it out for you." He said in the condescending tone he loved to use when talking to you.

He continued, "To be honest. I wanted to impress you in the beginning when we met. So I tried to work hard to get you to see me, to show my feelings for you. But then, you went crazy about me. About beating me, don't even lie that you didn't. I could always tell you'd do anything to be better than me." Kai slowly slid you back down onto the bed, towering over you. His hand slid into your pants, gripping your cock.

Your whole body melted under his touch, reacting like electricity. But you didn't get why...

Kai quickly and roughly jerked you off while he spoke in between neck kisses. "You can't even put words together, can you? My dumb little bunny. You're just so in love with me, you can't fight it anymore. You're even dreaming of me."

Something in your brain snapped when he called you a dumb bunny. You finished his hand, body jerking at the sensation.

"Oh no, bunny. Did I tell you to do that?"

You shook your head no.

"Speak."

"No, you didn't..." You muttered in defeat. Every word and touch made it feel like you were falling deeper into quicksand. You tried to think about it, the moment you fell for him. But you could only see Kai in every memory. You knew you hated him beating you, but you also had a feeling of enjoying his teasing when he beat you.

"Then, take your pants off," Kai commanded.

Your body moved before your brain understood, stripping off your pants and waiting for more directions.

"Can you suck me off? You like cock, don't you? You dumb slutty bunny."

You nod mindlessly. You loved hearing him call you Bunny. Hearing him call you dumb slowly made the static in your brain get stronger. You weren't really thinking anymore.

Kai pulled down his pants and let his thick cock slap against his toned stomach. He sat you up on your knees and stood at the edge of the bed. He let out a sharp breath as you took his cock in your hands, and let your tongue slide out to gently lick his tip.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He whispered.

You look up at him with shy wet eyes, nodding.

"Then, I'll make it a good time for you. You'll crave me even more after this..." Kai pushed your mouth on him, pushing you to take him. Moaning and closing his eyes as he felt his shaft enter your mouth.

You struggled to handle him, but Kai didn't let it stop you.

He pushed more, urging you to take more. And you obeyed without a second thought, taking as much of his length as you could. "Take a deep breath and hold it bunny. I'm going to push you."

You felt Kai pull out of your mouth completely, giving you the chance to breathe. You held your breath as you felt him hold your head in place. His tip pointed at your mouth, waiting patiently for you to allow his entry. You opened your mouth and he slowly pushed in, keeping you from moving. Inch by inch, it slid into your mouth. Your eyes shut as your body twitched.

"Good, bunny." Kai moaned as he kept going. "Almost there, just a little more." Kai let out a louder moan and stopped moving, his cock buried completely in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you fell limp in his grip. "No gagging? Oh, you're such a special slut, aren't you? I'll get a little rough with you then..."

Kai pulled out completely again before slamming his cock back into your mouth, fucking into it while holding you in place. The noises are so wet and gross, but you couldn't help but love every second. Your throat burned, your jaw ached, Kai pulled at your hair tightly, and tears streamed down your face, but Kai's moans kept you going.

You could feel the muscles in Kai's thighs tensing. His body heat growing. You moaned in excitement.

"Oh, you're ready for it? Then, here's your first reward!" Kai shouted as he came down your throat.

Pump after pump, his eyes rolling back and face contouring into pleasure. It was so much that you couldn't swallow everything, and it started leaking out of your mouth. "Oh, well that's okay for your first time. But I'd prefer it if you swallowed as much as you can. It's less messy."

You felt Kai pulling away but tried to use your mouth to suck on him more, pulling him in. You swallowed as much as you could, almost every drop. Then kept sucking on his shaft.

"J-Jesus! Bun, wait–calm down!" Kai moaned.

His body tried to pull away, but you used your hands to hold him.

"Bunny! Stop!" Kai shouted at you.

You snapped back to reality and let him go. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..."

Kai lifted your chin. "It seems like you want more, right?"

You, embarrassed, nodded.

"Beg for me then. Tell me you want more."

You threw away the last ounce of dignity that you had. "Kai, I really love your cock. Please give me more! I'm such a dumb, stupid, bunny. I'm only good for whatever you want me to do. I–I..."

Kai smiled. "You, what?"

"I'm just a cock slut for you. I only want your dick..."

Kai laughed softly. "I know, bunny. You really are crazy about me... So, go, lay down. On your stomach"

You listened to him as you lay on the bed. Face down, your back instantly arching.

"Oh, what a perverted bunny. You already know the position... And what great for you have." Kai said as his hand traced your arch and stopped on your ass, giving it a hard smack and earning a pitiful yelp from you. "Stay here, I need to prepare you. Talk to me if something's not right."

You wait patiently as you hear Kai shuffle around the room, looking for things and opening drawers on his desk. You feel a cold liquid hit your whole, slimy and drippy. You shiver for a moment, but the cold is immediately replaced by the introduction of a warm finger inside of you. Your body reacts and pulls away from it, but Kai holds you in place.

"It's your first time, so it's going to be a little difficult. But if you run, it will be more difficult." Kai takes his time preparing you, talking to you the whole time. checking on you, making sure you're able to handle the next level as he moves in with more fingers. "Okay, it's time. Now's the chance to stop if you need Bunny. You came twice just from me prepping you..."

You were sweating and drooling on the sheets. You could barely form real words, but you knew you went through all of that for a reason. You needed him in you. Your body shuddered as you let an embarrassingly loud moan, begging for Kai.

"Okay, then. We'll keep going." He whispered as he slicked his member up. "Remember to keep breathing."

You took long deep breaths as you felt his tip positioned outside your hole. One of his hands held your hip and guided you backward onto him. You felt it enter you, and you could almost see colors. It was so hot, that all your brain could muster was the word hot.

"Oh, it's hot, so hot, very, hot cock." You drooled.

"It's not hot, it's just not your body temperature. You'll get used toit."

You twitched as he pushed slowly deeper into you.

"You're doing such a good job, bunny. Just hang in there."

You could feel Kai splitting you apart with how thick he was. And it felt like there was no end to his cock. You thought every inch would be the last but it just kept going. But then he hit the bundle of nerves that made you almost scream and buck backward onto him, forcing the rest into you. Your mouth hung open, drool slipping out, and your eyes started to lose focus.

"Bunny! Are you okay?" Kai stroked your back, not wanting to move.

After a few minutes of not moving, you managed to get back under control.

Kai stared at you in disbelief. "I don't know you did it, but you're seriously taking all of me... Feel it." Kai took your hand and pressed it to your stomach, letting you feel a small bump in your gut. "You have me so deep in you, bunny. Good job!" Kai shifted you, leaning you into his arms. Your back against his chest. "Now, here's the really fun part..."

Kai lifted you off the bed, cock still in you, and maneuvered you against the wall. He spun you around on his cock so your back was against the wall, so he could look at you while fucking you.

"Look at you, so easy to toss around." He said as he did his first thrust into you.

"So cute with my cock inside you, bulging your tummy." He said as he did two more thrusts.

"Twitching, squeezing, and milking my cock. You want me, bunny?"

You nodded. "Please fuck me, Kai. I need this!"

Kai didn't respond, he pressed you harder into the wall and started slamming into you. He held you against the wall the whole time while fucking you, kissing you on your neck and lips. Occasionally licking away your tears while you rode out the waves of pleasure splashing into you. Kai stopped holding back completely, going even faster, making you cum all over the both of you.

"My turn," Kai grunted as he slammed into you, holding your hips against his body to get as deep as he could. He drains his balls into you, every last drop pouring into you as he uses one hand to feel his cock in your stomach as it pumps into you.

Kai took his time to breathe before guiding you back to the bed and laying you down carefully. "Did you live, bunny?"

You breathlessly nodded. You came at least 4 times in one session and were this close to passing out. Your lips were red and swollen, your hair a mess, and had a necklace of kiss marks around your neck.

"Well, bunny. Now that you're mine. It's my job to take care of you now. So why don't I give you a nice shower..." Kai chuckled as he kissed your forehead. He carried you into the bathroom as you started dozing off, leaning on him as he cleaned you...

[joelscruff]

I have a prompt for you: Joel, reader and pillow humping. Do with this what you want 😁

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES. (this is short and not proofread don't come for me) i'm also combining this with another request i just got: joel and reader with the sentence “you say it’s big but you take it. ride cowgirl.” from frank ocean pyramids😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 when i say this isn't proofread, i mean it!!! it's probably bad!!! i'm sorry!!!!!!!! i just wanted to write something lmao

you wake in the middle of the night with a fire burning in your tummy. you can barely remember the dream you just had but the lasting effect is evident as you shove your hand down under the blankets and feel your pussy, wet and sticky beneath your fingers. fuck.

joel is fast asleep beside you and you know better than to wake him; he's had trouble sleeping these past few nights and this is the first time in a while that he hasn't been tossing and turning. you don't want to deprive him of that pleasure.

but you don't want to deprive yourself of pleasure either.

you start to rub yourself, scrunching up your face in satisfaction as you give your clit the treatment it deserves, releasing some of that ache and pressure in your belly. but it's not enough; the angle isn't right, the feeling of your fingers. you don't like masturbating, not anymore, not since you met joel and he started keeping you more than satisfied almost every single day. touching yourself has lost its spark and after rubbing your clit for a few moments you realize it's not gonna get you where you need to be.

you sit up, being careful not to jostle joel too much as you grab your pillow and slide off the bed. you place it on the floor, watching from the corner of your eye to make sure he's still sleeping. then, with quick hands, you yank your panties off and settle easily onto the pillow, spreading your legs around it and kneeling on the floor. the coolness of it against your wet heat makes you bite back a whimper.

you dig your hands into the carpet, baring down on the pillow and letting the edge of it slip past your puffy and swollen lips. it rubs perfectly against your clit, foreign enough that it no longer feels like you're getting yourself off.

you turn your head to look at joel, lying there looking peaceful and relaxed as he sleeps through your sudden depravity. he's so handsome, hair grey and tousled against his pillow, forehead and jaw solid and firm, lips parted and slightly wet beneath his scruffy beard and mustache. a few hours ago he'd had that mouth against your pussy, suckling at your clit and fingering your hole until he'd made you come. you keep that image in your head now as you grind against the pillow, soft and supple.

it's only after a few more gyrations that you realize his eyes are suddenly open. you freeze, staring back at him and wondering what he could possibly think of you right now, crouched on the floor like some kind of wild animal while you fuck yourself against a pillow.

"what are you doing, baby?" he murmurs, not moving from his place on the bed.

"i don't know," your face is red but you start to grind against the pillow again, no longer worried about the whimpers bubbling past your lips, "i just wanna come."

he sits up in bed then, pulls back the covers and tugs his boxers down; he's already half hard from watching you, "come here, baby, sit on it."

you scramble up from the floor, leaving your wet pillow behind as you climb back in bed and crawl over to him, pulling yourself up and hovering over his dick. he holds it in place, watches you sink down on it with no preparation whatsoever.

"fuck," he groans, "what a way to wake up."

you're too distracted by the stretch of him to know what to say, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down hard on your lip as his girth stretches your hole. you regret not fingering yourself; why'd you have to go straight for the pillow? his cock feels good inside of you but the burn is almost too much.

"i should've prepped," you whimper, "it kinda hurts."

his brow furrows, "what? baby, why didn't you tell me?" he moves to pull out of you and you bare down on him quickly, shaking your head.

"no, joel, it's a good hurt. it's so big," you look at him with hazy eyes, feeling simultaneously half asleep and wide awake, "and it's getting bigger. fuck." you whine then, a high keening sound that has you wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in closer, "oh my god, it feels amazing."

he holds you close and lets you get used to his size, growing larger the longer he's inside you. you've taken his cock countless times before but never without him fingering you first, and never when he was only half hard to begin with. the sheer size of him just continues to fill you up the longer you sit there, a deep groan emitting from your throat when he's finally at his peak size.

"oh, fuck," you moan, "okay, fuck me. fuck me." you suddenly feel frantic, lips against his ear as his hands find their familiar place on your back. he hears you loud and clear, immediately fucking up into you and giving you what you need. the head of his cock pounds fervently against your cervix and your eyes roll back, already feeling like you could come at any second.

"what's gotten into you, baby?" he asks between thrusts, gripping you tightly as he bounces you up and down, "you need cock that bad, huh?"

"yours," you whimper, "your cock, no one else's."

"needed it so bad you fucked a pillow," he groans, fucking you faster, "just had to have something touching that needy little pussy. absolutely shameless. does it still hurt, baby?"

"n-no," you shake your head, "doesn't hurt."

he suddenly stops thrusting, stills inside you and leans back against the headboard, "then you do the work for a bit, i'm tired."

"joel," you whine, pulling back to look at him, "that's not fair."

"you woke me up, baby," he whispers, the ghost of a smile on his face, "i was sleeping so good and you woke me up with your pretty little whimpers."

you pout, "it's too big," you're laying it on thick, hoping he'll come around, "i'm tired too, can't do it by myself."

he smiles, "it's not too big, baby. it's made for you," he reaches down and lands a playful smack against your ass, squeezing your cheek tightly, "now ride it."

it takes a few seconds for you to get back into a rhythm but before long you're pulling yourself up and down on his cock, loving the way it slides all the way in and hits the deepest part of you and then pulls all the way out. joel just watches you with sleepy eyes, squeezes your ass and smirks every time you cry out.

he knows when you're close, has seen that expression on your face and felt the way your pussy tightens around him too many times to not know what it means. he reaches down and rubs your clit, smiling when you moan his name and start twitching in his lap.

"there it is," he murmurs, "that's what you wanted."

you're vaguely aware of him finishing a few seconds later, coming inside of you without having to ask; he knows you want it. your legs are shaking when he pulls you off, lays you beside him and strokes your hair. you can feel yourself drifting off again but before you can fall asleep you feel him place his pillow beneath your head.

"but-" you start to protest, opening your eyes again and watching as he leans over you on the bed, reaching down onto the floor for the pillow you'd fucked yourself against only moments ago.

"shhh, go to sleep baby," he whispers, picking it up and placing it on his side of the bed, "i want this one."

[elysiaheaven]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛!- 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐅.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭)

Words:9000 ( Slightly inspired from Azeru's Scar Audio!) Slightly altered from the real quest!

Genre: Smut

Summary: (Taken from the first meeting with Scar and Rover, Reader is Rover.) You didn't know why but you decided to go with him.

( Slightly inspired from Azeru's Scar Audio!) Slightly altered from the real quest!

Rover will remember her name as y/n l/n- Reader is Rover in this.

CW: Mentions of Hickey, Marking, Degradation, Mentions of mirror sex, Overstimulation, Bondage kink, Semi public sex, Dom Scar, Bottom y/n, Uses of nicknames ( Pet, Little Lamb, Baby?, Slut), Dirty talks, Fingering, Rough sex,

"Where's YangYang???" you demanded, staying on guard.

In front of you stood Scar, who proudly called himself the 'cruel and twisted maniac.'

"Don't worry, I don't plan to make you hate me just yet...She's safe now. Well, let's just enjoy our time together for the moment. Forget about that irrelevant person, will you? I have a lot to share with you." Scar said, tilting his head.

"W-what is it?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"To begin with...I heard you've lost your memories?" He looked directly into your eyes, a predatory gleam shining through.

"How did you know?!" You stayed on guard, feeling a chill run down your spine.

"So it's true." He smirked, a twisted expression playing across his scarred face. Oh no, you realized too late—he used one of those psychological techniques. Damn it, Rover, you idiot!

He started walking toward you, step by step, closer and closer. "That makes sense, given how fragile you were when you woke up. Or I would've questioned the authenticity of those rumors." Your mind raced. So he was the one who—

"You were following me?" you accused.

"So you noticed? Aww, I'm flattered. No need to be so on edge. By now you should've realized I'm just one of the onlookers. But out of all the onlookers, I'm the only one who came forward to meet you, with absolute honesty."

"So...?" You stepped back again, his presence unnerving. Why would you be intimidated by this guy out of all people? You took a moment to notice his features.

He was tall, with fluffy grey hair tipped with red, and numerous scars marred his face. A large patch covered the right side, another darker scar cut vertically through his right eye, and a horizontal scar crossed his left cheek. His right eye was red, his left eye grey. He wore golden dangling earrings, upside-down fleur-de-lises. His attire was predominantly red and grey. His pants were grey, fading to red at the bottom, flared. Grey garters extended from his hips to below his knees. He wore black gloves with red fingertips and bright red boots.

His smile was wide and borderline psychopathic, matching his self-description.

"Before you knew anything about this world, you were already the center of conflict."

"What do you mean—?" He looked at you as if you were a little lost lamb.

"You are the unknown variable we've been waiting for. Forces have been fighting for possession over you."

"...I'm not some damned thing! All of you are...only YangYang and the others have been—" He pulled you closer, and you wanted to push him away, but you couldn't. It was as if he wanted to tell you it was a lie.

"Listen to me, Rover. It might be shocking to you. You might need a shoulder to cry on..." His hands stroked your back, the touch so sweet it made you want to melt. Why were you feeling safe...around this man of all people?

"From the moment you opened your eyes, everyone you've met, including that girl you care so much about...they all knew how valuable you are..." His voice was like a knife.

"Ah...you are just—" He suddenly pulled you even closer. You didn't want to push him away. Part of you was already giving in. The truth—no, right? All of them did act like your friends because you were useful?

"The world is a cruel place. You're a living, breathing person, but you're just a pawn to many." His words were starting to make you cry.

"..."

"That's why I'm here. Because I see you as a dear person and I want to tell you the truth. I am so, so sorry for everything you are about to face. The truth hurts sometimes." You were just done and pushed him away.

"As if you were any different. All of you are the same."

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be this fragile...your expressions are so precious..." You looked at him weirdly and wanted to step back.

"My goal is simple. I just want to deepen our mutual understanding, nothing more. Seeing all those people who use you makes me feel bad. I will be honest—I wanted to have a little fun with you. But I feel bad for you. The truth indeed made your eyes glossy." You felt a tear dropping down. So what if maybe that's why all those people have been kind to you? Why is...?

"You're messing with my brain...I just know it...go away or are you asking for a fig—"

"Rover, all those people who want you are going to use you for their own gain. Imagine, what if that girl befriended you to aid her in battles? What if Miss Magistrate wants you because she wants her job done easy? Well..." You began to feel like destroying everything you see. It was hard to take in.

"You are just the sam—"

"Oh dear, you are one of us, the 'black lambs,' and you have been chosen to join us in ushering in the new world. Once you discover who you really are, you will come to us—no, me—with no hesitation. The Fractsidus awaits your arrival with open arms." He came closer to your ear. "I'll expect your arrival with open arms. If you join us, join me, you don't have to get to work at the start. I will make sure you are fed well, taken care of well, even given respect. If someone doesn't, you just have to come to me, I'll take care of it." The offer was too tempting...

"What do you mean? How can I trust you?"

"So! You are considering it! Huh? Oh...you are indeed fragile, aren't you? What if I became yours?" He smiled innocently while saying that.

"Huh?" He pulled you closer, his lips almost touching yours, sending shivers down your spine.

"What say you? I'm ready to be yours to give you confirmation that I'll treat you better than those pesky little idiots who want to use you." You looked away...this felt strange but...yet, part of you wanted to be free...maybe this won't...

You faced him and pulled him a little closer to show you wanted to kiss him. He smirked and immediately pulled you into it, first lips, then your tongue.

You felt his smirk against your lips as he pulled you into the kiss, his hand firmly gripping the back of your neck. The intensity of the kiss made your mind spin, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over you. His lips were surprisingly soft yet demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth with a tantalizing mix of force and finesse.

As the kiss deepened, you felt his other hand slide down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The warmth of his body against yours was intoxicating, and despite the warning bells in your mind, you couldn't help but respond. Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own.

He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "See? You feel it too, don't you? " His breath was hot against your lips, his eyes dark and filled with an intense desire.

You didn't answer with words. Instead, you pulled him back into the kiss, more fervent this time. Your hands roamed up to his shoulders, feeling the tense muscles under your fingers. He responded with a low growl, his hands exploring your body with an urgency that made your pulse race.

The kiss became more heated, more desperate. You could feel his need matching your own, a fire that threatened to consume you both. His lips moved from your mouth to your jawline, trailing hot kisses down to your neck. He nipped at your skin, eliciting a gasp from you.

"You're mine," he murmured against your neck, his voice a mix of possessiveness and passion. "And I'll show you just how much you mean to me."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you tilted your head back, giving him better access. His kisses became more insistent, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. You couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.

You felt his breath warm against your lips, and with a smirk, he closed the distance. The kiss was electrifying, a surge of emotions and sensations overwhelming your senses. His lips moved with a practiced, almost predatory grace, pulling you deeper into the moment. His hands roamed, one gripping your waist while the other tangled in your hair, holding you in place as if he owned you.

Your mind screamed to pull away, but your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving more. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you granted it without thinking. The kiss deepened, his control over you intensifying. It was as if he was imprinting himself onto your very soul, claiming you with every movement, every touch.

A small part of you resisted, a whisper of doubt trying to break through the haze of desire. You managed to pull away, breathless, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and yearning.

"What's wrong?" he whispered, his voice dripping with dark allure. "Don't tell me you're getting shy now."

You looked down, avoiding his piercing gaze, feeling a strange mix of shame and longing. "I...I shouldn't..."

"But you want to," he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. "Don't fight it, Rover. You deserve to feel good, to be free from all the lies and manipulations. Let me take care of you."

His words were like a spell, wrapping around you, making it hard to think straight. Part of you wanted to surrender completely, to let him take control and drown in the pleasure he promised. But another part, the part that still held onto your sense of self, kept you from giving in entirely.

"I...I need time," you whispered, stepping back slightly.

Scar's smile widened as he saw the conflict in your eyes. He stepped closer again, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "You liked it, didn't you? You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your eyes, in the way your body responded."

You bit your lip, unable to deny the truth in his words. Your silence was all the confirmation he needed. He reached out, gently cupping your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze.

"Don't be shy," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. "It's natural to crave something real, something intense. Especially after being surrounded by so many lies and manipulations."

His touch was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into it despite your better judgment. The warmth of his hand, the softness of his lips as he pressed them against yours again—it was all too much and yet not enough.

"You don't have to be afraid," he whispered between kisses, his breath hot against your skin. "I can give you everything you need, everything you desire. Just let go."

His words were a siren song, tempting you to give in to the dark allure he offered. His hands moved with confident ease, one slipping around your waist to pull you closer, the other trailing up your back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Your resolve was crumbling, the line between right and wrong blurring with each passing second.

Scar's lips moved down to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin, making you gasp. His hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of you, claiming you as his. The intensity of his touch, the passion in his kisses—it was all-consuming, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

"I'll give you a choice! A free will..! I can say those people won't give it to you. But I'm willing to give you a choice. If you want more of me...If you want this..." His voice trailed off as he unzipped his pants slightly. You felt your mouth begin to water, a primal part of you responding to the sight, but you fought to keep your composure. You weren't this shameful, were you?

"If you want, come here. Go on, choose...Which one?" He eyed you with anticipation, his words a dark temptation. You looked at his pants, feeling a magnetic pull, and began to move forward ever so slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"If you walk away, nothing like this happened! I'll still take you away if you want...or...I still know you want to join, so it's no problem, Rover."

"Uhm..."

"Or you can come closer." You took a hesitant step forward, his smile widening with satisfaction. He could see your desire, but you remained rooted to the spot, unsure.

"I said closer," he demanded, his patience wearing thin as he grit his teeth.

You walked closer to him, feeling the tension in the air thickening. "Are you sure? Because once we begin, I won't let you go."

"It's fine," you whispered, barely audible, hoping it would please him.

"Louder. You do have a mouth." He traced your jawline to your lips, his fingers adoringly brushing over them, sending a wave of arousal through you. "Say it again, will you? Use the correct words."

"I—I choose you. So it's fine—please protect me?" you stammered, your voice trembling but louder this time.

Scar's smile widened even further, his eyes gleaming with dark triumph. "That's better. Now come here." He pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing onto yours with renewed intensity. The kiss was possessive, consuming, and you couldn't help but melt into it.

"Please free Yangyang before..."

"Of course, Before that I just need something."

The moment Scar's lips touched your neck, a jolt of pleasure shot through your entire body. You felt his teeth graze your sensitive skin, leaving behind a mark—a claim that made your heart race and your stomach flutter with anticipation. As he guided your hand towards his zipper, you hesitated, but only for a moment. You wanted this, craved it even, and there was no turning back now.

As you slowly lowered the zipper, your fingers brushed against the hard length beneath, making you gasp into Scar's mouth. It was hot, throbbing, and ready for you. You wrapped your hand around it, feeling the smooth texture of his shaft, marveling at how perfectly it fit into your palm. Your movements were tentative at first, but soon, you found a rhythm, stroking him with increasing confidence.

"You are such a-" You snapped your eyes opened.

"I-I wasn't..." you stuttered, trying to defend yourself against Scar's knowing smirk. But the evidence was clear - your eyes had been fixed on his cock, drinking in the sight of it straining against the fabric of his pants. You'd been caught red-handed, and there was no denying it.

Scar chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through your body. "Oh, yes, you were," he purred, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your inner thigh. "And I think we should reward that honesty, shouldn't we?"

Scar's voice was low and commanding as he spoke, his words dripping with desire. "Go ahead, baby. Take out my cock. I want to see those pretty hands of yours wrapped around it."

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing at the intensity in his eyes. Slowly, almost reverently, you reached for the bulge in his pants, your fingers brushing against the heated flesh within. With a soft hiss, you freed his cock from its confines, letting it spring up to stand proudly before you.

It was magnificent, thick and long, the tip already glistening with precum. You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sheer size of it. Scar's chuckle broke the spell, and you looked up to meet his gaze, a blush staining your cheeks.

"Now, stroke it for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

The moment Scar's fingers grazed your clit, you let out a sharp gasp, your body arching into his touch. He watched you squirm with an intense satisfaction, relishing in the way your body responded to his touch. His fingers moved deftly over the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmured, his voice laced with lust. "So responsive, so fucking perfect." His other hand snaked around to cup one of your breasts, thumb flicking over a hardened nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

His cock throbbed in your grasp, demanding attention, but you were too consumed by the sensations coursing through you to pay it much mind.

With a sudden force, Scar pushed you down onto the ground, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. You let out a surprised yelp, but the sound quickly turned into a moan as he bit down on the tender flesh of your inner thigh, marking you once again.

He continued to tease your clit with his fingers, the pressure building until you thought you might explode. His free hand reached between your legs, slipping beneath the edge of your panties to find your slick folds. A groan rumbled in his chest as he discovered just how wet you were for him.

"Look at you," he said, his voice husky with lust. "So fucking ready for me."

The combination of Scar's bites and relentless fingering was driving you wild, your moans growing louder with each passing second. Your body writhed beneath him, desperate for more contact, more friction.

"You like that, don't you?" Scar growled, his voice thick with lust. "You love having my cock in your hands, don't you? Love feeling how hard I am for you?"

His question was rhetorical, and you knew it. There was no denying the truth of his words. You loved it, reveled in the power he held over you. His cock pulsed in your grip, and you squeezed it tighter, a small act of rebellion against his control.

But then his fingers slipped lower, finding your entrance and teasing it gently.

With deliberate slowness, Scar teased your entrance, circling the pad of his finger around your slick folds without actually penetrating you. The sensation was maddening, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves. You bucked your hips, trying to gain some sort of relief, but Scar merely laughed, his breath hot against your skin.

"Not yet, little lamb," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "I want you begging for it. Begging for my cock inside you."

His fingers left your pussy, trailing upwards to circle your clit once more. You whimpered, your body aching for more. But Scar was in charge, and he clearly enjoyed torturing you with the promise of what was to come.

"You look so damn cute like this," Scar murmured, watching you writhe beneath him. His fingers continued their maddening dance on your clit, drawing out your pleasure inch by agonizing inch. Despite your whimpers and pleas, he didn't push his cock inside you, instead choosing to torment you further.

The pressure built within you, coiling tight like a spring about to snap. Your climax washed over you in waves, your body shaking as you cried out, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. But even as your orgasm subsided, Scar didn't give you the relief you craved.

Instead, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that stole your breath away. His tongue explored your mouth, claiming it as his own. Only then did he finally push his cock inside you, filling you completely.

Despite your cries for him to stop, Scar only teased you more, his fingers still moving in slow, maddening circles around your clit. Each brush sent another jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

You bucked your hips, trying to get him to move faster, but he merely laughed, the sound vibrating through your body. His kisses trailed downwards, from your lips to your neck, and then to the swell of your breasts. As his mouth closed over a hardened nipple, you arched off the ground, crying out his name.

"Oh,.. Scar!" you moaned, your hands clenching in frustration. But he didn't seem to hear you, too lost in the pleasure of sucking on your nipples.

Scar's tongue swirled around your nipple, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. He sucked on it gently, nibbling at the sensitive bud with his teeth. All the while, his fingers kept up their relentless assault on your clit, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

You writhed beneath him, your body a mass of conflicting sensations. His cock filled you completely, stretching you deliciously, while his tongue worked magic on your breasts. And his fingers... oh god, his fingers...

With a strangled cry, you came undone once more, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. As your orgasm began to subside, Scar slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on your clit. His fingers traced lazy patterns over the sensitive nub, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body.

"Feel good?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Does my little lamb enjoy being fucked?"

You couldn't form a coherent response, too caught up in the waves of pleasure that rippled through you. Instead, you nodded frantically, your hands clutching at anything they could find - Scar's shoulders, the grass beneath you, your own hair.

Scar grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "That's what I thought," he said, before resuming his relentless pace.

Scar's tongue lapped at your clit, his fingers curling inside you to hit that sweet spot. Every now and then, he would flick his tongue over the sensitive nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. But despite the pleasure he was giving you, he refused to push you over the edge.

"No need to apologize, baby," he murmured against your skin. "I like it when you're demanding."

His words were followed by another flick of his tongue, and you gasped, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer to your throbbing clit. "Please..." you whimpered, your body aching for release. "I can't take it anymore..."

Scar's tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, swirling and flicking in ways that made your head spin. His fingers pumped in and out of you, hitting all the right spots to keep the pleasure building. You cried out, your voice high and shrill, echoing through the clearing.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Scar groaned, his voice muffled against your skin. "Your pussy is clenching around my cock, begging for more."

His words sent another surge of arousal coursing through you. You wanted more. Needed more. But Scar was in control, and he seemed to be enjoying the torture far too much to let you come anytime soon.

As your orgasm built, threatening to overwhelm you, Scar slowed down again, teasing you mercilessly.

Scar pulled back just enough to speak, his voice a husky whisper against your overheated skin. "Not yet,  We're not done here." His fingers slid out of you, leaving you empty and aching for more. But he didn't leave you waiting long. Instead, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, pushing it deep inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shocks of pleasure radiating outward from your core.

You cried out, your body arching off the ground as he licked and sucked at your pussy. His tongue was relentless, exploring every inch of you, driving you higher and higher towards the edge. But no matter how hard you begged, Scar wouldn't let you cross over.

"You're so close," he growled, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "But I want you to beg for it. Beg for my cock."

"Please!!! Ah!!"

Despite your protests, Scar only intensified his efforts, his tongue flicking over your clit in rapid succession. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, making your legs tremble. But he wasn't satisfied with just your clit. He pushed his tongue deeper inside you, exploring every crevice and curve until you thought you'd go insane.

"You're a bad man-"

"Bad man, huh?" he teased, his voice muffled against your heated flesh. "And here I thought you liked it rough."

He punctuated each word with a firm suck on your clit, sending you spiraling towards obliviation. You cried out again, louder this time, your voice breaking with desperation. "Please... I need you," you pleaded, your body shaking with need.

But Scar only chuckled, the sound vibrating through your entire body. "No, you don't need me."

"Huh? What?!"

"No, you don't need me," Scar repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're perfectly capable of coming on your own."

He punctuated his statement with a particularly harsh suck on your clit, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. Your body arched off the ground, desperate for relief, but Scar just laughed, the sound dark and mocking.

"Oh, look at her, so sorry she can't get off without me," he sneered, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Such a dirty, needy little slut."

The crude words should have repulsed you, but instead, they only fueled your desire. You were beyond shame, lost in a haze of lust and need. All that mattered was the pleasure he was giving you, the way his tongue could reduce you to a mindless, writhing mess.

"Please!! Ah!!"

Scar's laughter was low and menacing, his tone laced with pure, unadulterated lust. "Oh, you like that? You like being called a dirty little whore?"

His words were accompanied by a particularly vicious suck on your clit, causing your whole body to convulse in response. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but Scar showed no signs of letting up. Instead, he intensified his efforts, his tongue delving deeper into your folds while his fingers worked overtime to stretch and fill you.

"You're such a greedy little thing," he taunted, his voice thick with arousal. "begging for more. needing more."

Despite his crude language, there was an undeniable edge of excitement in his voice. It was clear that he was enjoying himself, reveling in the power he held over your quivering form.

"It's because you-!" You tried to say back something.

Scar's laughter echoed through the clearing, a dark and menacing sound that sent shivers racing down your spine. "Imagine this! IOh I know, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Tied up and helpless while I take what I want."

His words were punctuated by another firm thrust of his fingers, stretching you wide and filling you completely. His other hand never left your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud in rhythm with his thrusts.

"I'd start with your tight little asshole," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against your overheated skin. "I'd fuck you raw until you're nothing but a whimpering mess beneath me."

Scar's laughter was low and menacing, his tone laced with pure, unadulterated lust. "Then I'd move onto your tight little cunt," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "I'd fuck you so hard, you won't remember your own name. Oh wait, You don't remember it anyways."

His words were accompanied by another firm thrust of his fingers, stretching you wide and filling you completely. His other hand never left your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud in rhythm with his thrusts.

"And when you think you can't take anymore," he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive purr, "I'll flip you over and take your mouth. I'm going to fuck your face until you can't breathe, until you're choking on my cock."

"I don't think I would choke-"

Scar's laughter was low and menacing, his tone laced with pure, unadulterated lust. "Oh, you think you won't choke on it?" He mocked, his voice thick with amusement. "You really are a naive little thing, aren't you?"

His words were punctuated by another firm thrust of his fingers, stretching you wide and filling you completely. His other hand never left your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud in rhythm with his thrusts.

"But we'll find out, won't we?" he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "We'll see if you can handle everything I've got to give."

Scar watched as your eyelids fluttered closed, your body trembling under his touch. He grinned, satisfaction rolling off him in waves. "Looks like someone's about to pass out from pleasure."

With a wicked chuckle, he leaned down to capture your lips once more, this time pressing a deep, possessive kiss upon them. His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring every inch with a voracious hunger. His free hand roamed across your body, pinching and tweaking your nipples until they stood erect, hard peaks begging for attention.

And then, without warning, Scar pulled back, leaving you panting and dazed. "But don't worry," he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur that sent chills down your spine. "I haven't even started yet."

You felt Scar dress you again, his touch surprisingly gentle. Slowly, he lifted you up.

"Ugh, didn't you promise to leave me alone with Rover?" His voice grew irritated.

"Why is her hair all messed up? Did you fight with her? And what happened to you? How in the world are you carrying her?"

Scar's tone was dismissive. "What? No worries, I know all the dos and don'ts. I don't need you to tell me what to do. As for my darling, she did agree to join us. She accepted it; I only gave her a choice."

"What choice? Joining the—" She glanced at you, fainted and resting peacefully in his arms like a little cat.

"Her neck? Why? You—"

"I did ask her. I didn't give my first yet, Sister. Go on now, I need to free that useless person and carry her. Can't wait to show her my bedroom."

"Keep your words to yourself. I don't want to hear anything."

"Well, you are just jealous I got the Rover to agree with me."

With a snap of his fingers, Yangyang was dropped to the side. The other person with him used her power to ensure she remained unconscious.

"Great work! Let's get going, shall we?" Though unconscious, you were having a dream. You tugged at Scar's clothes and buried your face into his chest. The girl at his side looked worried.

"What was that?"

"Do you think I know it all? Though, she must be having a bad dream for sure."

"Was this your choice?" you heard, awakening to the person you saw when you first opened your eyes.

"I..."

"Are you happy with it?"

"I don't want to be used... Please, I don't think—"

"It's fine. Be yourself. It's your choice... Y/n L/n."

"Who's Y/n L/n?"

"That's your name."

"Ahhh!" You screamed and woke up to a bedroom? You felt someone's hand on your head. You looked up to see a man smiling. Yeah, All the things you did rushed into your head.

"What is it dear Rover? Did you dream something bad?"

"It's nothing..

You felt a sudden rush of clarity as your memories began to resurface. Slowly, you remembered your name, a piece of your identity that had been obscured for so long. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, you decided to share this revelation with Scar.

"I remember my name," you whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes. "It's Y/n L/n

Scar's reaction was immediate and unsettling. He threw his head back and laughed maniacally, the sound echoing through the room. His eyes gleamed with a twisted amusement as he looked back at you.

"Oh, how pathetically cute," he sneered, leaning in closer. "You chose to tell me something so important first. You really are quite the entertaining little pet." His words were laced with a sinister delight, making you shiver under his intense gaze.

Without warning, Scar pulled you into a searing kiss, his lips claiming yours with a fierce possessiveness. His tongue delved deep, tangling with yours in a dance that left you breathless and wanting more.

As he ravaged your mouth, his hand slipped between your thighs once again, finding your sensitive clit with ease. He began to circle the delicate nub with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

The dual assault on your senses - the passionate kiss and the expert stimulation of your clit - quickly pushed you to the brink of ecstasy. Your hips bucked against his hand, seeking more friction, more relief from the intense pleasure building inside you.

Scar broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he gazed down at you with a hungry, predatory look.

Scar's fingers plunged deeper into your slick folds, pumping in and out with ruthless efficiency. Each thrust hit that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of electric pleasure racing up your spine.

"You're so tight, so wet," he groaned, his pace quickening as he chased your impending climax. "I can feel you squeezing my fingers, begging for release."

His words were a filthy promise, a dark vow to bring you to the pinnacle of ecstasy before tearing you apart. You could feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core until it threatened to consume you whole.

Suddenly, Scar withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the mattress as he positioned himself behind you.

Before you could process his words, Scar had swiftly bound your wrists together behind your back, securing them with rough ropes that bit into your skin. The sudden restriction only heightened your arousal, making your nipples harden and your pussy clench around nothing.

"Now, isn't this a sight to behold?" Scar whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "My beautiful pet, helpless and waiting for me."

Without another word, he aligned himself with your entrance, the head of his cock pressing insistently against your slick folds. With a firm push, he entered you, filling you completely with his throbbing length.

The sensation of being stretched and claimed by Scar was overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge than ever before.

Scar began to move, setting a punishing rhythm that had your entire body shaking. With each powerful thrust, he drove deeper, hitting spots within you that you didn't know existed.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Scar groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you. "I love how you squeeze my cock."

Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust, his cock slamming into your cervix with brutal force. The pain mingled with the pleasure, creating a perfect storm of sensations that had you seeing stars.

"Look at you," Scar hissed, leaning down to bite down on your shoulder. "Taking my cock so well."

The pain from Scar's bite only served to heighten your pleasure, making your cries louder and more desperate. You could taste blood on your tongue, a metallic flavor that only added to the depravity of the moment.

As Scar continued to pound into you, you returned the favor, sinking your teeth into his neck. The action wasn't meant to hurt him, but rather to mark him as yours, even if only for a fleeting moment.

"God, you're such a wild thing," Scar moaned, feeling your teeth sink into his flesh. "Biting me like that... it only makes me want you more."

Despite the bindings on your wrists, despite the pain and pleasure coursing through your veins, you found yourself moving against Scar, meeting each of his thrusts with your own.

As Scar's thrusts grew more erratic, you could tell he was close to cumming. But instead of giving in to his own release, he abruptly pulled out of you, leaving you aching and empty.

Before you could protest, he grabbed your bound wrists and yanked you up to your feet, spinning you around to face the mirror. Your reflection stared back at you, a mess of tangled hair, flushed cheeks, and glazed eyes.

Scar stepped up behind you, his hard cock bobbing against your ass. "Look at yourself," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "See how much you want me?"

He reached around to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "I'm going to make you wait, Y/n L/n. I'm going to tease you until you're begging for it."

Scar's hands left your breasts to trail down your stomach, his fingers dipping between your legs to tease your sensitive clit. "Count for me, pet," he instructed, his breath hot against your ear. "How many times will I fuck you before you break?"

With that, he drove his cock into you, stretching you open once again. You gasped at the intrusion, your body instinctively trying to push back against him.

"One," you managed to choke out, your voice strained with pleasure and need.

Scar set a relentless pace, pounding into you with abandon. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation of being filled so completely.

"Two," you cried out, your hips bucking back against him in desperation. "Three... four..."

Forcing you to watch your reflection in the mirror, Scar leaned in close, his lips grazing your earlobe as he whispered his filthy promises. His voice was low, almost a growl, filled with lust and domination.

"Watch yourself come undone under me, pet," he murmured, his hand sliding down to pinch your nipple harshly. "Watch as your body betrays you, writhing and quivering with every thrust of my cock."

His other hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The dual assault on your senses had your knees weakening, your breath coming in short gasps.

"Five... six..." you panted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Scar's mouth descended upon your neck, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh with enough force to draw a sharp intake of breath from you. He moaned loudly, his voice reverberating against your skin, as he felt your walls clench around him.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. "Y/n."

His voice trailed off into a guttural moan as he drove into you harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your muffled cries and his grunts of pleasure.

"Seven... eight..." you whimpered, your body trembling with anticipation.

Feeling your climax building, Scar intensified his assault on your senses. His tongue snaked out to lick your earlobe, then sucked it gently into his mouth, adding yet another layer of pleasure to the mix.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his cock pulsing inside you as he approached his own orgasm. "Come for me, . Let go and show me just how much you love my cock."

His fingers abandoned your clit, instead reaching around to circle your swollen clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you spiraling towards oblivian.

"Nine... ten..." you tried to count, but the pleasure was too intense, your mind too fogged with desire. Instead, all you could do was moan his name, over and over, as your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm.

As Scar's climax washed over him, his cock twitched and spasmed inside you, filling you with his hot seed. But instead of collapsing onto you in satisfaction, he withdrew quickly, his cock glistening with your combined juices.

Without warning, he shifted positions, positioning himself at your entrance once more. This time, however, he didn't thrust in, but rather rubbed the head of his cock against your slick folds.

"I'm not done with you yet, pet," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Not by a long shot."

Scar continued to rub his cock against your pussy, teasing you mercilessly. His touch was light, almost gentle, but the effect was far from soothing. Every stroke sent jolts of pleasure shooting through your body, leaving you aching for more.

"Beg me to fuck you," Scar commanded, his voice low and husky. "Tell me how much you need it."

"I-!!!!" He starts to blindfold you.

Blindfolded and at Scar's mercy, you were completely vulnerable to his whims. When he finally pushed into you, it felt like a dream - or a nightmare. His cock stretched you wide, hitting depths you hadn't known existed.

Each slow, deliberate thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, making it impossible to think, to breathe, to do anything but feel. Scar's grip on your hips tightened as he picked up speed, driving into you with increasing intensity.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, your panting breaths, and Scar's deep groans filled the air, creating an erotic symphony that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. With each plunge, he hit that sweet spot within you, sending sparks of ecstasy radiating outward.

"Please untie me for-" Your pleas for release fell on deaf ears as Scar continued to pound into you, his grip on your wrists unyielding. But when you begged him to untie you, his pace faltered for a moment.

"Why?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "What do you plan to do with those hands if I let them free?"

Despite the question, Scar loosened his hold, allowing you to slip your bound hands behind your back. As soon as you did, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.

"Please," you whispered, nuzzling your face against his chest. "I want to touch you. I want to feel every inch of you."

Scar laughed, a dark, wicked sound that seemed to vibrate through your entire body. It only spurred him on, and he began to fuck you even harder than before. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, leaving you gasping and clinging to him for support.

He gripped your waist tighter, holding you steady as he drove into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot again and again. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

When you dared to reach up and kiss him, your lips crashed against his in a fierce, passionate embrace. Your teeth grazed his lower lip, a playful nip that made Scar groan deeply.

Scar kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring the warmth of your mouth as he savored the taste of your lips. He pulled away only when you started to drool, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"You're such a mess," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "And I love it."

He leaned down to capture your lips once more, his kiss lingering and possessive. You could taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of what had just transpired between you.

Scar watched as you slid off the bed, kneeling beside him. He was still hard, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. A smirk played on his lips as he watched you lean forward, your tongue darting out to lick a trail along his length.

Your tongue traced patterns on his shaft, tasting every inch of him. The salty sweetness of his precum mingled with the muskiness of his arousal, an intoxicating mix that left you craving more.

Slowly, deliberately, you took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You could hear Scar's sharp intake of breath, a sign that you were doing something right.

Scar's hands found their way to your head, tangling in your hair as he guided you. With each thrust of his hips, he pushed deeper into your mouth, his cock sliding past your lips and brushing against the back of your throat.

The position allowed him to control the depth and pace of your movements, and he used it to his advantage. He fucked your mouth with abandon, his grunts and groans growing louder with each passing second.

Every now and then, he would pull back just enough to allow you to catch your breath, only to push forward again moments later.

Scar pulled away suddenly, his cock slipping from your lips with a soft pop. Before you could react, he grasped your face in his hands and pressed your mouth against his abdomen, coating your face with his hot, sticky cum.

"You look so beautiful like this," he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. "All messy and covered in my seed."

He rubbed his cum into your skin, marking you as his own. You could feel it dripping down your chin, onto your breasts, and pooling in your cleavage. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a potent reminder of what had just transpired between you.

Scar pulled you close, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, moving lower until they found your ass cheeks.

He squeezed and kneaded the flesh, his touch firm yet gentle. His fingers dipped lower, teasing the edges of your pussy lips before delving deeper. He explored every fold and crevice, his touch light and teasing.

As he continued to kiss you, his fingers worked magic on your sensitive flesh, bringing you closer and closer to the brink.

Scar's fingers worked quickly, untying the ropes that bound your wrists. Once freed, he pushed you gently onto all fours, positioning himself behind you. His cock stood erect, throbbing with need.

Without another word, he grabbed your hips firmly, guiding you down onto his length. As you lowered yourself onto him, he groaned deeply, a sound of pure pleasure that echoed throughout the room.

"Now," he murmured, his voice raspy with desire. "Bounce on my cock, pet."

You began to move, your hips swiveling and grinding against Scar's as you bounced up and down on his cock. The sensation was incredible, his thickness filling you completely with each stroke.

"Yes, just like that," Scar encouraged, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he helped guide your movements. "Take what you need, pet. Ride me hard."

His words spurred you on, and you increased your pace, slamming down onto him with reckless abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Scar's moans and your own cries of pleasure.

Scar's hands moved from your hips to your thighs, spreading them wider to give him better access. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back as he began to thrust upward, meeting each of your downward strokes with forceful thrusts of his own.

"Fuck...you're so tight," Scar breathed heavily, his voice laced with lust. "I'm going to fill you up again, pet."

Scar's thrusts grew more erratic, his cock pulsing inside you as he neared his climax. You could feel his balls tightening, preparing to release another load deep within your womb.

With a final, powerful thrust, Scar buried himself to the hilt inside you. His cock spasmed, shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky cum directly into your awaiting cervix.

As he emptied himself into you, Scar's grip on your thighs tightened almost painfully, holding you in place as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Your own pleasure peaked in tandem with his, sending you careening over the edge into ecstasy.

Finally, Scar collapsed onto you, his chest heaving with exertion. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, staining the sheets beneath you. It was a symbol of his possession, a reminder of the intense connection you shared.

Scar looked at you, a playful glint in his eye. "You know, pet," he said, his voice low and husky. "It might be fun to see how well you can handle things when you're on the other side of those ropes."

A devilish smile spread across his face as he sat up, his cock still semi-hard despite having just climaxed. "Why don't we tie me up and see if you can make me scream your name?"

The suggestion sent a thrill through you, the idea of being able to dominate Scar for a change. Without hesitation, you scrambled off his lap, grabbing the discarded ropes and tying his wrists securely together behind his back.

"I don't know how to do a knot.." 

Scar chuckled, shaking his head at your apparent lack of experience. "Well, I guess I'll just have to show you how it's done," he teased, winking at you.

He shifted on the bed, allowing you easy access to his body. You gingerly wrapped the ropes around his wrists, trying to mimic the knots you'd seen earlier. Despite your clumsiness, Scar remained patient, offering guidance where needed.

"I think you've got the hang of it," he said encouragingly once you'd finished knotting the ropes. "Now, let's see how good you are at using these."

Scar's voice was calm and steady, but there was an underlying thread of anticipation. "Loop the strap one more time, pet. Make sure it's snug against my hip."

You did as instructed, carefully weaving the leather strap around his waist before securing it with a final knot. Scar tested the restraints, a low grunt escaping his lips as he confirmed they held him firmly in place.

"Now," he said, his gaze locked onto yours, "what are you going to do with me?"

Scar laughed, a rich, hearty sound that echoed throughout the room. "Don't worry about me, pet," he assured you, his tone playful yet comforting. "I can take it."

His confident demeanor did little to ease your worries, however. The thought of causing him pain – even if it was consensual – made you pause, your fingers hovering over the knots tha secured the straps.

But then, Scar's expression softened, his eyes darkening with lust and something else – a hint of tenderness. "Just focus on making me scream your name," he whispered, leaning in close enough for you to smell the musk of his arousal.

"But what if your hands turn purple or bruise? What if you get hurt because of me?" Your concern was palpable, your brow furrowed in a worried frown as you gazed at Scar's restrained form.

Scar's expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "Pet, I've been in worse situations than this," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Trust me, I can handle whatever you dish out."

He paused, studying you intently. "Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I'll wear a gag. That way, even if I do try to tell you to stop, you won't be able to hear me." A mischievous glint sparkled in his eye as he added, "And who knows, maybe I'll enjoy the silence."

Scar shifted his hips, drawing your attention to his throbbing member. Even bound and helpless, he had the ability to stir your desire, his cock twitching with every pulse of blood rushing through its length.

Without warning, he started to rub his shaft against your sensitive clit, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. "Does that help ease your mind, pet?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and carnal intent.

Despite your initial concerns, the sensation of his hard cock rubbing against your clit was too much to resist. You bit your lip, stifling a moan as you leaned into his touch, craving more of the exquisite pleasure he offered.

Scar's movements became sudden and fluid as he broke free from the restraints, his strength surprising you given his recent exertions. In an instant, he pinned you beneath him, his weight pressing down upon you as he loomed over your prone form.

"You naughty girl," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Tying me up like that. Did you really think you could control me?"

One hand gripped your wrist tightly, while the other slid between your legs, his fingers seeking out your slick folds. "Looks like someone's enjoying this a bit too much," he teased, his thumb circling your clit with deliberate slowness. "You wanted revenge, didn't you? Wanted to see me squirm under your touch."

Scar nipped at your earlobe, a sharp bite that drew a gasp from your lips. "I may have suggested it, pet," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that sent chills down your spine. "But you were the one who took charge."

He released your wrist, only to replace it with his cock, thrusting gently against your entrance. "Seems like you're not the only one enjoying this," he continued, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your pussy is so wet for me, isn't it?"

With each word, Scar pushed his hips forward, grinding his erection against your clenching walls. The dual sensations – the pinch of his teeth on your ear and the pressure of his dick against your slick heat – left you breathless, your body arching up to meet his thrusts.

Scar continued to tease your entrance with his throbbing cock, reveling in the slick warmth that greeted him. He shifted his position, aligning his tip with your eager opening, and without another word, he plunged inside you.

The feeling of being filled to the brink was overwhelming, stretching your inner walls deliciously. Scar began to move, setting a rhythm that was both relentless and intoxicating. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, leaving you gasping for air as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"Fuck, pet...you're so tight," Scar groaned, his voice strained with effort. His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you closer to meet his every stroke. "You're gonna make me cum soon..."

His words alone were enough to send you spiraling towards climax, but it was the unyielding pace of his hips that finally pushed you over the edge.

As you teetered on the brink of ecstasy, Scar's words cut through the haze of pleasure, his husky tone sending shivers down your spine. "Want to come, pet? Want to let go and ride this wave until we both break apart?"

His question hung in the air, heavy with promise and danger. With each thrust, he seemed to grow larger, filling you completely. The sensation bordered on painful, but it was a sweet ache, a reminder of just how deep he could reach within you.

"I'm going to breed you tonight, pet," Scar rasped, his breath hot against your ear. "Fill this pretty cunt with my seed until you're overflowing with it. You ready to be claimed, to be marked as mine?"

His filthy words were the final push you needed, sending you careening into oblivion

The entire night was filled with lustful love, wet noises and moans, He was louder than you thought. As a joke he revealed that anyone can come if noises were made. The door wasn't locked.

No one came, But you didn't care to hold noises. He kissed you so much that you felt safe...

Joining the Fractsidus...Was it Mistake or Was it the correct choice?

That's up to you to decide.

[anchoeritic]

dbf joel picking u up from a friends instead of ur dad and he makes it worth ur while.. 😊

"you've got to be kidding me." you should've known what you got yourself into by the second ring of your dad's voicemail. the one night you had no ride home, he wouldn't care to pick up his phone. your last resort was the man you refused to look in the eyes, not anymore. you couldn't keep a straight face around him, barely a look. he didn't even show up to your party a few weeks ago. after your pattern of late night hook-ups, you two agreed to cut it off. that night was awhile ago, but he was your last resort. how else were you going to find your way back home from another town? joel.

turning the curve, he stopped the pick-up truck right in front of the curb you were sitting on. "need me to open the door for you, princess, or are you gonna get your ass up yourself?" his window was rolled halfway down but you saw his face through the windshield. "let's get goin' before it's too late." he was still as handsome as ever; scruffy beard, grey hairs, everything. you could feel his gaze stay on you as you walked over and opened his car door, the wind of his ac hitting you first, his strong cologne was immediately after.

you missed him, there was no denying that. "sorry for the short notice, mr.miller—“ he stopped you by giving you a cold stare, fixing his rear mirror in the process. it’s not like he had something against you, right? you sent him an awkward smile, slouching back into the seat. “we’re back to formal greetings now?” his voice came out raspy, “that’s rich.”

gulping, your face went hot from embarrassment, refusing to say a single word in response. “it’s like i didn’t have you moanin’ for me to fuck you.” he scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “you remember those nights, don’t you? ‘cause i sure as hell do.” he was staring directly at you now, leaning over the cup holder with a smirk on his face.

“you think i’d ever forget, joel?” you nodded your head slowly, looking at him innocently. of course, you remembered those nights. you couldn’t ever forget them. when he had you crying while his head was deep between your legs, licking up your slick, or the times you two would sneak to the bathrooms just to have a quickie, away from the family’s eyes. he was hard to forget. “i think about you every night.” “every night?”

now it was your turn to play your cards, leaning closer into him. “every time i touch myself, you’re always the first thing on my mind. of course, i couldn’t forget.” you whisper, barely brushing your lips over his. a tease, that’s what you always were. he shook his head, the smirk on his face only settled in. “you’re in for a treat now, cupcake.. get in the backseat.”