#this is so incoherent and there’s so many holes in what i’m saying

[skeletal-butterflyy]

Mike loves taking care of people. He loved taking of el in season one, and he loved taking care of will in season two, he loves feeling needed. He desperately wants to be the knight(paladin) that will sees him as. Mike and el love each other but not the way that mike and will do. Mike was only able to say he loves el because will told him that “el” would always need him no matter what:

Mike even says that he knows el doesn’t need him and that’s why they’re having problems. It isn’t mikes monologue that gets her out of Vecna’s vines, it’s max. We even see it in the last scene of s4 where el is separated from the rest of the group. She’s become independent, doesn’t need just mike, as a romantic interest, she’s not a damsel in distress. What she does need is the support of her friends and family.

You know who does need mike though? Will! He makes it clear through the painting and his monologue in the van scene, and we see how happy this makes mike, to know he really is needed. That’s why byler works.

[bakugosbratx]

Wrapped Around Your Finger — Eren Jeager x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+Content. Alcohol, cheating, toxic relationship, kinda Stockholm syndrome kinda not, angst, fighting, rough sex, degrading, etc.

Tags: @nymphoheretic @cupids-soul @sickchildren

Words: 2,019

Not beta read

Eren Jeager.

He’s not someone you would want to bring home to your mother. In fact, he’s someone your mother would warn you to remain far away from. If you had any brain cells left in that thick head of yours, you would learn your lesson by now. He was nothing but trouble and some part of you loved that about him.

The way Eren can make up for all those broken promises with just one breathtaking kiss. His tongue dancing with yours as his large hands squeeze your ass, you can’t help but feel intoxicated.

“Miss me?” Eren asked with a devious smirk. Did he actually care if you missed him or not? Most likely not, but it did not matter as you disrobed on your way to your mattress. “Yes, so much.” You breathed. You are quick to forget about your last fight and how you two haven’t talked for a month and a half.

You are quick to help remove his black hoodie, discarding it to the floor with his t-shirt quickly following. Pulling away from your lips, he lays you down onto the bed as he leads your hand to his jeans. You can already feel his cock rising as you palm him with greedily little fingers. Eren’s selfish desires quickly consume you. There is no hesitation about this as you set him free for him to take advantage of your hole.

Eren still had fresh scratches on his chest and back from his last sexual encounter before he arrived here, but you were too much in heaven to care. You could easily ignore the hickeys the last person left just a couple hours before. You have done it so many times before. For now, your focus is on you two.

Eren’s cock is deep into your guts, his long hair out of his hair tie as you entangle your fingers into his luscious strands. You just slide the black hair tie on your wrist while your nails dig down Eren’s back.

“Keep your damn claws to yourself.” Eren growled as he restrained your wrist above your head. “I taught you better than to mark me.”

All you could do is blubber incoherent sentences as Eren’s strokes became too much to handle. Your back arches as your toes curl from the intense pressure. It was a blessing and a curse to be Eren’s favorite fuck toy. The sex was always amazing.

That’s just the honest truth.

Eren knew all your favorite spots. With every thrust, it was a painful yet beautiful bliss. No one else could touch your soul like he can. And he was good at claiming you, though, he was not one who wanted commitment. No one could fuck you, but him.

The negative was, well, everything. Nobody can please you like him. Everything Eren wanted, he got. It didn’t matter how long he was gone for and what venomous words that flew from his mouth; Eren always got what he wanted. The saddest part was that you knew this was going to happen. Eren’s dirty laundry was always the talk of the town yet, here you are, moaning his name.

“Eren, please, I’m going to—“

“You better fuckin’ not.” Eren threatened with a harsh slap to your face. The adrenaline was only bringing you closer to your high. “Y’know you don’t get to cum unless I say so. Don’t fuckin’ act stupid.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You murmur out as your eyes roll back. Eren’s cock was already leaking pre-cum into your depths, your organs absorbing it like so many times before.

Eren’s eyes remained on you. As much as you loved to be praised, Eren was not the praising type. Especially in the bedroom. Your reward was him. His attention, his presence, his cock deep in you. You should be so grateful to even be used by him. Though, if you only knew that each time Eren abused your tight little hole, his eyes would scan your naked body to make sure nobody else marked what is his.

Sure, you are single. You can date, talk, fuck anyone you want. No one can tell you otherwise. Eren does whatever he wants, why can’t you do the same?

You made that mistake once.

Consumed by alcohol and the rhythm, you swayed your hips right into the hands of an attractive man. A man known as Jean who had the hots for you for as long as you could remember. You have turned him down and his advances quite a few times, but tonight, you felt a bit frisky. Plus, you had to watch Eren flirt, kiss, and so many other things with pretty girls.

Was it out of spite? Potentially. Eren has already told you many times you are nothing more than a fuck toy. You are reminded every time he comes and goes out of your front door yet your heart fell for his beautiful smile that was hardly ever present, his voice that was so cold yet was so hot, and those beautiful green eyes that knew how to look right through your soul. He read every single page of you without you even telling him to.

Eren knew you like the back of his hand. He knew when you were at your weakest for him. Being deprived of his attention for so long made you practically on your knees for him. You would do anything he wanted just for him to stay a little longer.

“So fuckin’ pathetic,” Eren would always remind you as your limp body take more and more of him. You are so tired, mentally and physically, from how much you have been used yet you’ll give up every ounce of yourself to make Eren stay. “You’ll give up your own morals and happiness just to keep me, huh?” He scornfully chuckled. His words had nothing to do with the intercourse, but you both knew he was correct. You would throw away so much just to be with Eren.

It really was so fuckin’ pathetic, Y/N.

And you knew it.

However, your heart forever ached for Eren. Every female he gave attention to that was not you was another stab to your back. So many knives rested in your spine leaving you forever paralyzed in agony. Overtime, it should not hurt as bad, but your pillowcase full of bitter tears and playlist full of sad songs say otherwise. How can someone who can see right through you not even feel an ounce of love for you? Someone who knew your entire soul from just touching your soft skin; how can there not be love present there?

Maybe you were just too cock drunk to see the tiniest glimmers of care in Eren’s eyes for you. You just chalked it up to be all in your head. That’s what Eren made you believe anyways and those glares from across the room whenever Jean’s hands rested on your hips were just the vodka talking. Everything is just an illusion.

As your painted colored lips twirled with Jean’s, your eyes closing in hopes you could imagine it was Eren. You could practically feel his cologne fill your nostrils at the thought only for your orbs to abruptly open. You let out a gasp when you find Jean on the ground and an angry Eren standing in front of you.

“E-Eren—“ you muttered in shock. Eren glared at you. You could not process what even happened when Eren began storming out. You are quick to follow, ignoring the crowd.

“Eren! Wait—“

Eren stopped a few meters ahead of you, his back still turned to you. “What did I tell you, Y/N?” His voice was calm, but you could feel the bitterness coated in the way he spoke your name.

You arched a brow. Eren has told you many things. Many of them were either not appropriate or cruel words you have fought hard to forget. Any instance of sweetness that ever came from Eren was just pillowtalk.

‘I just say it because I know it gets you off,’ he would always shrug along with other similar excuses when you would question his motives. You are just friends with benefits, sure, but the subtle brushes of each other’s hands when you both go to turn up the music in his car send electricity running through you both. And if you two are just friends with benefits, why do you know how Eren takes his coffee and his favorite childhood video games? Oh, and why does Eren, at times, find excuses not to leave? Laying beside you, your head on his muscular chest, his fingers entangled in your hair, your soft snores soothing his rapid heartbeat.

Only for you to wake up all alone.

You always end up alone.

“Can you not hear?” Eren hissed, bringing you back to the question at hand. “I asked you a question. Y’know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I’m yours.” You gulped, attempting to swallow the words before they evacuated your mouth. The two delicate words were barely above a murmur between the loud music and drunken chatter, but the frigid air between you and Eren silenced out the world and those two words echoed in each other’s ear drums.

The wind picked up, suffocating you. Eren had so many emotions roaring within him. He will never be one to settle down. He will never be the one to be able to take you on all the lavish dates you deserved. You can lie all you want and claim it does not matter, but Eren knew you deserved that. It’s not from lack of money, status, or time, but rather that is not in Eren’s nature.

No matter how hard he wanted to try, he could not be the man he wanted him so bad to be. He saw how you gazed at him with stars in your eyes and as much as he wanted to match the potential you desperately wanted him to be, he just couldn’t.

Yet, here you two stood. Those two words have such a major effect on each of you. Secretly, and loudly, you have always had a faithfulness to Eren and he feasted on that. He thrived that he could have you hanging on the line while he did whatever he pleased. It was not fair. Even Eren knew that, but his immature ways tend to always win.

Eren gazed over his shoulder, “and don’t you forget it.”

You were frozen as you watched Eren walk to his car. So many questions that remained unanswered all this time later. You wanted to believe this was Eren’s complicated way of displaying his love for you and if you were not manipulated as usual by him, your hunch would have been correct.

You two did not speak about that encounter.

As Eren finished in you, your eyes glossed over in pure bliss. Your leaking hole was always the best. No doubt about it. That’s what he tells himself on the reason why he keeps coming back to you. And that must be the reason why he is crawling into bed beside you, hugging your exhausted body close as you quickly fall into a deep slumber.

Maybe this time Eren would not slip out into the night. Maybe he would let you be conscious enough to hear his heartbeat race while in your presence. Maybe, just maybe, he can stay the night. That is not too much of a commitment, right?

It’s just one night.

One night that was not tonight. Eren caressed your beautiful face one more time before making the difficult decision to climb out of your bed, careful not to wake you, put on his clothing that was still scattered on your hardwood floor, and cover up your naked body with your duvet. Kissing your temple, embracing the beauty you are from the moonlight illuminating your room from the window.

Eren wanted so badly to climb back beside you, hold you and keep you safe, but as always, he sneaked out into the night, leaving you all alone.

[uzurimisery]

how exciting. / tao saotome x reader

Tao thinks you’re prettiest when you’re fucked out of your mind. When your cheeks are flushed and your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. Normally she's calm cool and composed, but something about the swell of your tits makes her go insane. But you can take it. Can’t you?

warnings: MDNI, overstimulation, Squirting, Bondage/Shibari, Scissoring, Toys

wc: 1.8k

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Tao thinks you’re prettiest when you’re fucked out of your mind. When your cheeks are flushed and your skin is covered in sweat. Normally she's calm cool and composed, but something about the swell of your tits makes her go insane. But you can take all she gives you. Can’t you?

Tao Saotome is a lot of things. She’s composed, knows the answer to most problems and questions before you even finish telling her about them, thinks before she acts, and never lets a situation get the best of her. She’s calm and level-headed to a T. 

And she is, without a shadow of a doubt, irrevocably and completely insatiable when it comes to you. 

Tao Saotome likes many things too, but her favorite thing in the world must be you. When you’re overstimulated, squirming on the bed. Those incoherent babbles fall from your pretty pouted lips. When you’re so far gone from a session you just smile and nod along to whatever she's got to say.

That glassy-eyed look is the best. It makes her want to just squeeze your fucking cheeks. You give her cuteness aggression when you’re fucked out of your mind. 

“Tao,” you squeak out. 

You’re face down, ass up on the bed in a skimpy lace two-piece she got you. It's a nice shade of pink, contrasts so well with the warmth of your skin with cute little bows on it. Her ring and middle fingers are buried to hilt inside your tight little pussy. The gloves are still on, covered in a mix of your arousal and lube. 

She loves it when you’re dolled up for her. Your mascara has already started to run down your cheeks and she’s barely getting started. 

Scissoring her fingers open, she watches as your hole stretches open.

“What is it?” 

“The smoke,” you turn, looking over your shoulder at her, nose crinkled like a rabbit. “It’s making me feel lightheaded.” 

She crooks her fingers inside you, rubbing them up against your g-spot. Your eyes flutter closed with a moan. 

“I’m almost done, pretty girl.” 

Tao moves her fingers again, thrusting them in and out of you as she takes another drag. Your knees threaten to buckle under you as her thumb makes contact with your clit and rubs it in tight little circles. Your back arches further as you try and fuck yourself on her fingers, orgasm so close you can nearly taste it. It sits, tight in your belly, fanning warmth through your body.

A bark of a laugh comes from Tao. “Thought you were lightheaded?” 

You push back on her fingers again, moaning. “Feels good.”

She thinks you look especially cute tonight, but cuteness won’t cut it. Tao doesn’t like when you act out of turn, even if she loves watching your sweet pussy swallow her fingers. There’s a degree of control she likes to impose when it comes to overstimulating you. It happens on her terms.

“Feels good?” She takes another drag and picks up her speed before setting the still-lit cigarette in the ashtray on the bed. “Like it when I finger you?” 

Just this once she’ll indulge you. Let you cum on his fingers since she’s feeling nice. 

“Oh god,” you sob out. The circles she rubs on your clit have gotten faster. “I love it. Please don’t stop, I’m so close.” 

“I know you are. She’s leaking for me baby.” a wet squelch follows her statement. You can feel arousal dripping down your thigh. 

Tao leans forward and bites your ass. It's not gentle, it’s intended to hurt every little bit but she knows you like it. Masochistic angel you are. Your flesh is soft under her teach and sometimes she worries she might break the skin. 

You whimper when she lets go, leaning back to marvel at the site. There is an indent of nearly all her teeth that matches up perfectly with a now-healing bruise of the same thing just a few inches away. 

She must have met her perfect match when she got you because and she bends down and bites again, you cum on her fingers. Your pussy flutters around them, gripping them like a vice. 

Pulling her fingers out, she dips them into her mouth and pushes her hair back out of her face with her other hand. She should have made you braid it before you got started, but fuck if you don’t taste divine.

She stands from the bed, walks over to the dresser, and opens the top drawer. You watch her before she stills, and pulls out a Hitachi wand and some rope. Slow and methodically she turns it out. The vibrations whirr out, deafeningly loud in the quiet room, overpowering the cityscape outside. Then she flips it off again and just stares at you. 

It feels like she's got a magnifying glass on you. Every little piece, every inch of you is on full display for her right now. You know her. Know what she wants, what she needs you to do. 

You roll over to your back and spread your legs for her. 

The way she moves over to bed is like predator hunting. She bends your left knee and intertwines the rope between your calf and thigh, tying intricate knots. The red-dyed fabric is tight, but not so tight it hurts. She takes care to leave space to tuck the vibrator in between the knots. 

Once the vibrator and knots are secured, she turns it on. 

Your hips jerk, and the vibrator sits directly against your clit. It’s already sensitice from cumming not too long ago and you're quickly building to a second orgasm. Pants and moans bubble out from your chest and you try and rub yourself against the head of the vibrator more.

Tao says nothing. She just nudges your hips open wider so she can watch your pussy drool and flutter. Her hot breath hits your clit and you squirm, closing your eyes. Seeing her watch you was too much, far too intense. But your eyes quickly fly open as her tongue pushes into your hole. She swirls it around, collecting your taste, before pulling back with a strand of spit connecting her to you. 

She reaches for the vibrator and turns up the speed sending a shockwave through you. The sudden increase sends you right off the edge, hands flying over your mouth to stifle the moan. 

Normally she’d give you a second to breathe, but she repositioned the vibrator to give her move room to watch your hole. Never once does she turn it down, instead letting you twitch and tremble from the prolonged release of your second orgasm. The walls of your pussy clench down on nothing. 

Your breath hitches as you make eye contact with your girlfriend and she gives you the hungriest grin you’ve ever seen. It's like everything goes still for a moment. Neither one of you move, seemingly frozen in place, before it slings you forward like a rubber band snapping into place as you cum again. 

The moan you let out has the neighbor banging on the wall but neither one of you take it seriously. 

Taos crawls over you, grabbing a breast in one hand, pinching the nipple, as her mouth wraps around the other. She sucks on it, flicking your nipple back and forth in her mouth before she releases it with a pop. “More, give me more pretty girl.” 

Her demand hangs heavy as she increases the speed of the vibrator again. The constant stimulation and the lack of refractory period get to you. It starts to hurt. Your hands fly out, holding onto her arm, nails digging into your wrists as your back arches off the bed. It happens before you even have a chance to process the second orgasm as Tao presses down on your lower abdomen and you cum again. 

You trash against the bed, hiccuping sobs. She grips your hips tighter, pressing the silicone tip even harder against your clit. It’s simply too much. Jerking, shaking, you try and inch your way away from the vibrato and she’s having none of it, her grip faltering on your hips. 

So instead she mounts you. The curve of her spine fills your vision as her ass rests against your stomach. With you now pinned down, it frees up her hands and lets her start to finger you again. 

They’re so much longer than yours, reaching deep inside you, bumping against your G-spot. She’s played with your pussy so much she knows just how to make it happen. Her deft movements make you sob. There’s so much pressure. 

The wet, sloppy sounds, coming from your pussy grow louder, a telltale sign of what's to come. “Squirt for me,” Tao groans, bending over so her mouth hovers near your pussy. 

She picks up the speed she fingers you at and the damn breaks. Hot liquid sprays out of you, soaking the sheets and her face. Your body doesn’t feel real anymore as she pulls out her fingers and sucks them, liquid dripping down her chin. 

The vibrator still hums full orce against your clit. “Tao please,” you beg stuttering, gasping for air. 

She finally relents and shuts the vibrator off and your entire body goes limp. There’s cooing in your ear as she undoes the ropes and rubs your leg. Delirium pumps in your veins, barely keeping you lucid. 

“Up for more?” she speaks between gentle kisses, her lipstick smudging your own. 

Tao swears there are stars in your eyes when you look up at her. “I wanna feel you.” 

She's quick to slip out of her underwear, maneuver your hips to have your pussy facing up at a 45-degree angle, and slot herself between your legs. Her pussy hovers over your own. She’s got her bush shaved into a straight line down. 

Lowering herself down, the contact makes you jump. She’s so warm and wet against you, pleasure rubs through you setting fire to your nerves. You’ve cum so much that when she slides her pussy against yours with the first roll of her hips, there's no drag. 

Her clit bumps yours, and moans come from both of you. The glide of your pussies is delicious. She sets a rhythm that makes you twitch and bucks up against her, eager to match her pace, still so greedy to cum again. 

Finger digs into your thigh, her grip tightening, holding you in place as she rocks back and forth. She’s so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. 

Your own orgasm is near as well. Her clit rubs yours once more and you come undone, body shaking as the orgasm crashes over you. You moan out her name, tears spilling, pussy clenching and spasming against hers. 

Tao throws her head back, her brow creased. “Fuck,” it's airy. “Fuck!” 

Moaning, she bends down to kiss you, her hips never slowing even for a second. 

Tao rides you. She uses your pussy to get off. Grinding back and forth, your clit sliding against hers before her muscles lock and she cums with a soft groan. There’s a mess between the two of you, body fluids cover both of you. She lifts her hips, strands of cum connecting the two of you. 

Dehydrated and delirious, you giggle. “Better than a cigarette?” 

“Pretty damn close.”

©️ uzuzrimisery

[marimology]

Dom transmac reader x sub Ichiji if that’s okay been looking for male/transac reader for Ichjiji found none. I don’t why but I just want rail this man hard and make him my bitch.

pairing : ichiji x transmasc reader

hinted charlotte reader

GIGGLES AND KICKS FEET CUS SAME

warnings: cum eating, usage of the word cock but it can be seen as reader having a dick or a strap on , sub ichiji, ooc ichiji,trans masc reader, mirror sex, overstim, nsfw minors dni

ichiji vinsmoke being such a whiny mess. whimpering as you made him look in the mirror as you jerk him off (you made sure that brûlée after many incidents never checks your mirrors again). the red head begging for release after being edged for what feels like hours after having a cock ring on all day.

“aw does my prince want to cum?” you teased watching him jerk his hips trying to meet the movements of your hand but was stopped as you had used your hands to hold him down.

“love please” ichiji begged trying to contain his whimpers looking away from the mirror

“that’s not my name, and look the mirror “ you said making eye contact and stopping your movements to grab his chin and force him to look at himself.

“you’ve been so rude to people today ,and you think i’m going to let you cum?"

“m sorry sir please lemme cum”

“yeah? your sorry ?? i’ll see how forgiving i am after you’re on my dick” you say pushing him down on all fours his face being against the pillow on the floor and glasses falling off revealing his teary eyes.

“wait i’m not—“

“if you wanna cum be a good boy and shut up” pumping your cock you had spit on it then lined it up against his hole and started your pace slowly moaning as he had clenched around you. you had then snaked your hand around his waist and started to rub his pink tip. making him whine incoherent ‘sirs’, sweat and being fucked so roughly causing his red styled up hair to fall down and cover his face “look at you so pretty” you praised as you had let him fuck himself into you matching your thrusts.

“are you close?“ you whispered in his ear making him nod his head and babble “you can cum, baby” you started quickening the pace of your hand feeling the ropes of cum shoot out and him relax until he noticed that you showed no signs of stopping. “but it won’t be your last… open your mouth” . opening his mouth you had placed your fingers inside forcing ichiji to taste himself and suck on your fingers and gagging as you forced them farther into his throat

[xrcs]

my faves + lil’ thirsts about em

content warnings – nasty stuff. i’m jus not gonna list em all

asuma – naruto

this is the first time he’s done this with you. he’s usually dominating you and taking control in most situations. here he is, sitting in a chair blindfolded. all of his senses are heightened while he waits for you to touch him. asuma’s breath hitches when he hears your footsteps.

god, he looks so beautiful. his sun-kissed tanned skin glistening in the dim light. his abs looking chiseled, girthy cock resting on his meaty thigh. you’re basically drooling at the sight of him. as a trained shinobi, he can sense a lot of things. especially your eyes that are burning holes through his body.

“jeez, name.. can you jus’ get this over with?” asuma huffed while his brows were furrowed. you rolled your eyes at his impatience, taking his chin into your hand. pressing soft kisses all around his jawline, making him gasp. asuma’s cock twitches from the touch, pre threatening to leak out.

you smile at his reaction, “you’re so pretty, asuma,” he scoffs at your remark, turning his head away. you drag your hands down his torso, going all the way down to the inside of his thighs. asuma bucks his hips up slightly, trying to find some sort of friction. my goodness, he has such a beautiful cock. girthy, veiny, tanned base, brown tip that’s so swollen that it hurts for poor asuma.

and you just sitting there observing his dick is not making it any better for him. you start to stroke his dick slowly, with the intent to tease him. he’s not going to be able to hold back much longer. asuma’s gritting his teeth as you torture him.

next thing you know is that he grabs your head and forces you to take his cock. facefucking you with your spit flying everywhere. asuma’s groans become animalistic as he pounds into your hot, wet mouth.

he’s not letting you catch a breath either, and it lowkey turns you on.

“this is whatcha get for teasin’ me,”

rengoku – demon slayer

rengoku’s pounding into you vigorously, pressing all of his weight down on you. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel so good. the way his tip is kissing your spot makes you scream every time. his thrusts seem to be getting rougher by the second.

why’re you in this situation though? because you said that you wanted to have children. & whether you have a vagina or not, he was going to breed you. no matter what.

rengoku switches the position to doggystyle, holding your hips as he slams into you. your face is smushed into the sheets with you drooling all over them. god, he loves it when you get all dumb, only being able to think about his dick.

“haaah, i’m gonna breed ya. gonna have so many– fuck, children,” rengoku moaned, his pupils are so dilated while watches his dick go in and out your hole. just the thought of cumming inside you could make him bust a nut right there.

you whine at his incoherent babbling, he’s getting so caught up in the thought that his thrusting has slowed down. to get his attention, you slam your hips onto his cock. shit, the sound he let out was so sexy. you clench around rengoku, making his eyes roll back.

fuck, he’s close. rengoku quickly picks you up and puts you on your back. he puts you in a mating press. he’s super serious about this. rengoku presses his head into your neck as he fucks into you. even your scent is getting him riled up.

his balls start to tighten while he rams into your poor hole. it’s really trying to suck him dry. rengoku’s sounds fall silent as his thrusts become so rough that the bed starts moving with him.

rengoku says something along the lines of ‘i love you’ as he sprays his hot seed into you. he stays in that position to make sure he doesn’t spill a drop. the feeling of his cum filling you up makes you clench around him, making him whine.

he looks at you with glossy eyes, smiling.

“one more load, okay? jus’ wanna make sure you get bred real good,”

higuruma – jujutsu kaisen

– this one’s female aligned

higuruma’s slow strokes make your legs shake, and the water running from the shower does not make it better for you. his cock drags across your gummy walls gradually, making you breathless. shit, even the way his slim hands grope your body while he thrusts into you causes you to clench around him.

every time you clenched around him tightly, he would slap your ass. his lazy eyes watching your ass ripple makes him throb a bit. you try to support yourself as he fucks you, but you feel like your legs are going to give out at any second.

you swear you could hear him laugh as he observed your quivering legs. higuruma swiftly brings your torso up, grabbing your tit as he does so. he’s always had an obsession with fucking while standing up.

he presses his cock into you deeply, making you whine. to rile you up even more, he moans softly in your ear. higuruma just knows how to push all your buttons. his hand reaches down to rub your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

“nghh– higuruma, you make me feel s’good,” you moan, he loves it when you praise him. it makes him feel a little special inside. he plants kisses on your shoulder, showing his appreciation. to add more to the fire, he starts pinching and slapping your clit.

he adores all of your expressions as he does this, your body squirming in his strong hold. higuruma finds his noises embarrassing, biting his lip to conceal the noises that threaten to escape from his mouth.

one thing he loves most is choking you, he just loves the sound of your garbled moans and pleads. his mind becomes foggy as you clench around him. he knows you’re close. the hand that the groping your tit was now wrapped around your neck.

that was it. you creamed around his cock solely because he started to choke you. hiruguma had to use all the power in his body just to not cum. his thrusts become sloppy, moans coming out freely.

“shit– you’re gonna be the death of me,”

XRCS 2023

[crypticdesire]

behind the scenes

MINORS DNI

top amab reader x bottom transmasc eric shoenheit/venue (around 900 words)

cw: hate sex, objectification, mentioned 15 year age gap, overstimulation, mild dumbification, terms clit, cunt, and pussy used for eric, probably occ eric

“Wait…please” your costar, Eric Venue, grasps your wrist, stopping you from rubbing his clit as you slowly push your cock into him.

“Too much” he adds breathlessly.

“Too much?” your words are not a genuine question but a way of mocking him.

“You can’t even take the tip of my cock? I’m disappointed, Eric.” You tut. “I thought I was fucking a whore who couldn’t keep his pants on long enough to film one movie, but maybe you just started those rumors yourself?” You move to grasp his wrist instead, pinning both of his hands against the mirror above the dressing room counter that he sits on. This new position brings your face close enough to his face that you can feel the rapid, shallow breaths he exhales.

He whimpers as you push your hips forward, his insides squeezing tighter around you as your cock goes deeper into his cunt.

“It certainly feels like I’m fucking a virgin’s cunt” A low moan leaves your lips as you continue your small thrusts at a consistent pace. Your slow movements have nothing to do with being gentle, however, you just want to hear him beg more before you rearrange his guts from fucking him so hard, which will leave him only capable of incoherent babbling.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” You let go of his wrist to flick his clit, and you couldn’t be more satisfied with his reaction as he lets out a strangled moan, arches his back, and squirms with his clit no doubt seeking friction. He attempts to scowl in response to your sadistic laugh.

“You’re going to make me cum too soon” he hisses, closing his eyes as he attempts to slow his breathing.

“Is that supposed to matter to me? I don’t care how many times you cum. You could be shooting blanks for all I care. I’ll use your hole until I'm satisfied” You continue to make your point by speeding up the tempo of your thrusts, delighting in the way his squirming becomes more desperate and the fact that you can hear the squelching sounds of the lube as you drag your cock in and out of him.

“A bit self-absorbed are we?” He manages to let out a thin exhale of laughter, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk. Your insides burn with desire as he gives you exactly what you want. It’s so much more enjoyable to hear him beg after he attempts to insult you.

“You would think that. I think you’ve just gotten too used to the entitlement you get from being such a big star, old man” bitterness seeps into your voice, thrusts becoming more forceful. Eric lets out a series of moans before he’s able to formulate a response.

“I’m only 15 years older than you,” he says through gritted teeth, no doubt close to climaxing.

“All the more reason you should be grateful I’ve chosen you as a fuck toy” Before he can say anything else you turn your attention back to his already sensitive clit, rubbing circles on it as you focus on hitting the spot that will push him over the edge. He managed to stay at a reasonable volume until now, unable to control his loud moan.

“Fuck” he moans just as loudly, arching his back even more as his body shakes from his orgasm. You hiss feeling him tighten around you, grinding your hips into his as you push your cock even deeper into him and allow your cum to spill out into the condom you’re wearing.

“Go ahead, tell me how happy you are that I used you as a fuck toy.” Your request earns a weak glare in return.

“Say it, Venue” Despite the fact you’re still sensitive yourself, you start to rock your hips into him again, thumb just feathering over his clit, which twitches and causes his hips to jerk.

“Fuc- agh” the sudden overstimulation makes it impossible for him to resist you. Being fucked dumb is the only way he would ever say this, so you savor each word as it leaves his drooling mouth.

“I…” he spares you one look before screwing his eyes shut again. “I am happy to be used as your fuck toy” He whines as you pull out of him, satisfied.

“That wasn’t too hard was it” You can’t help but give him two firm slaps on his pussy to punctuate your statement. He doesn’t even have the energy to give you much of a reaction, the back of his head falling back to rest on the mirror, thighs still slightly trembling. As you dispose of the condom and begin to clean yourself up, there’s a loud knock on the dressing room door.

“Mr.Venue!” A production staff’s voice yells through the door. “Hair and makeup will be here in 15 minutes to get you prepped!”

He doesn’t even make an effort to respond, and you chuckle at his disheveled appearance.

“Better send them in early!” You call back. “Mr.Venue looks very exhausted, so he could use the extra attention!” When Eric side-eyes you, you give him a teasing wink. He manages to drape himself in a robe by the time you get dressed, and you allow him to see the deliberate way you let your eyes travel down his body.

“I’m sure you already know this Mr.Venue, but it is such an honor sharing a set with you”

[walder-138]

If Keith and Nikolai had to work together, what would that look like? Would it be chaos?

Likewise, what would Nikolai's thoughts on Jodie be? (what if he knew about what Keith had done?)

Hey Goose! Thanks for the ask! Kinda piggybacking off of what you told me:

LONG, INCOHERENT POST INCOMING:

First of all, Nikolai wouldn’t trust the walking, talking ballsack as far as he could throw him. Combined with him being an American, Nikolai knew something was off about him. He thinks Keith’s using the Perseus organization as a cheap grab for power (which isn’t that far from the truth) and is absolutely disgusted by him.

Nik keeps a watchful eye on Keith whenever the two are in the same room. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Doesn’t even blink. Just stares him dead in the face the whole time they’re in a meeting. No emotion or anything, silently letting Keith know “Boy, if you try anything, they’re going to have to use your dental records to identify your corpse.”

About the two working together, Nikolai isn’t the kind of guy to let some skinny-ass American boy tell him what to do. However, unlike his spawn, he doesn’t constantly hurl insults or try to kill the people he doesn’t like, so at least that’s a plus. Keith should be safe.

Nikolai’s trying to get the mission done ASAP. He doesn’t wanna rely on Keith for anything for too long. He’d be taking shortcuts, despite knowing he’d probably be sent out again to fix his mistakes, so that he doesn’t have to rely on Keith. Nik doesn’t even trust him to drive.

“Boy, just tell me order. I do not care about the truth, do not waste breath to convince me. I swear, you talk a lot without truly saying anything. Wasting good oxygen. Do you not know how many people need oxygen to survive?”

(For Jodie pre-brainwashing, I’m gonna refer to her as Nadežda) (Also, I’m treating this as Nik never became Bell)

Nikolai didn’t pay much mind to Nadežda, simply thinking she was another bullet sponge at first. That was, until AU!Annika decided that Nadežda was her friend. Yeah, Nik told her not to talk to anybody there, but Annika saw her and was like, “You are my friend now. We go play dolls.”

You know how hard Nikolai stares at Keith? Now imagine that times 10 every time Annika talks to Nadežda. He doesn’t know the circumstances of why she joined Perseus, and wanted to make sure his ‘daughter’ didn’t get too close.

When Annika continues to pester her, but Nadežda doesn’t verbally abuse the kid, Nikolai lightens up around her. He starts actually talking to her, instead of standing in a corner, staring holes in the back of her head. Nik would start to joke around about Annika never shutting up, and sticking to Nadežda like a fly on shit.

While Nikolai doesn’t know Nadežda’s story (about her brother), he still develops a sense of protectiveness over her, since he got that she wasn’t exactly in Perseus on her own accord. Nik could tell by the way she carried herself. He’s been trained to sense fear, and he felt it in Nadežda since she got there. (which is why he look the other way when she was thinking of betraying Perseus)

When Keith decided to go into major dickwad mode, you bet your ass Nikolai picked it up. He knew Nadežda was acting off, even more distant than usual, and wanted to know why. So he did some detective work, and found out about little bitch boy.

That kinda puts Nik in a rut though; now he knows for damn certain that Nadežda isn’t loyal to Perseus (for being willing to trade in secrets like that), but if she were to keep talking to Keith, she’d get her heart ripped out. Nik knew about Keith’s status in Perseus, hell, he’s probably tried to pull a stunt like that on him and Annika.

Nik was between a rock and a hard place. If he told Nadežda about Keith, he’d risk losing his fucking job and putting Annika at risk because he would be sabotaging a plan by Perseus. However, if he didn’t, Perseus would have her killed and that’d make bitch boy move up a rank or two. He decided that he needed to put Annika and his own safety above her’s; he will not die for a traitor.

Timeskip to when Jodie was captured, he’s pissed off at Keith for playing her like that. Well, even more pissed off at him than usual, but you know. Since Keith’s higher ranking than Nik, he has to be nice (🤢) to him now. Lemme tell you, he is not enjoying a second of it.

He’s like “Boy, you did us good by flushing out the traitor🥰”

“Sooooo you’re not gonna threaten me anymore?”

“No ❤️❤️❤️I put venomous centipedes in your desk 😊🤭”

Thank you for sending in the ask! It helped me developing Nik, and I think I’ve got a pretty decent personality in place for him! I’d like to here your thoughts!

[pasdasin]

Entanglement ch 3

levi x reader

summary: meeting again after a while

cw: cussing, violence, bad writing and grammar, prob more (lmk)

an: I love writing this so much! Lmk if y’all think I should post on ao3

read under the cut

previous — next

“Jean unhand her,” Levi commanded, his mind moving a million miles and hour.

“But captain-” Jean was silenced by a glare coming from the captain. Begrudgingly, Jean let you go and you quickly stood up. The two of you stared at each other for a second before you pounced on Levi. Beating his chest weakly as you screamed incoherently. His team prepared to remove you from him, but the guilt was all over Levi’s face. You let out a sob before you wrapped your arms around him. Without any other word to his team, the two of you left towards the master bedroom.

Levi sat you on the bed while he stood up by the door. All it took was a simple look at you before he felt everything rush back. The many nights spent together and the painful memories of his friends.

“You still look the same”

“It’s been seven years, Levi…” You said after calming a bit. “I thought you were dead.”

“So did I” An eerie silence fell amongst you two. The two of you just inspecting each other. Levi looked much older despite his age. Only 26 yet had the face of an old man. Strange really, how much fate had changed both of your lives.

“Did you get the package to?” Levi questioned you. Your eyes widened. “I’ll take that as a yes”

“Why are you here?” You finally spoke up. Your gaze burned holes into him.

“We are both in danger. I needed a place to lie low.” Levi turned his head to stare at the broken mirror on the wall adjacent to him.

“Oh,” you sighed. “You want to stay here?” Levi let out a hum. “Okay, they can stay in…” your voice trailed off. “I thought all three of you died.” Levi turned to you again before wordlessly leaving the room.

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Levi returned to the living room to direct his squad. The boys will stay in the room on the left, the girls the right. Levi then spouted out some basic rules that they would have to follow. After a while of his mini lecture of the underground, a knock at the door occurred. Levi ordered them in a hush to go to their assigned rooms before he made action to open the door. As he was about to turn the door knob, your hand grabbed his, putting a finger telling him to hide. The moment Levi disappeared and you made sure that the cost was clear inside, you opened the door. Outside stood Conrad.

“Oh my dear sorry for not letting you know I was stopping by!” His voice boomed throughout the house.

“Oh sir! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, please come inside.” You let in your boss, putting up a cheerful facade. You pulled out a drink for him as he made himself comfortable on your broken couch.

“I see this couch needs to be replaced. I will be sure to find someone who can do that for you.” You handed him the drink and offered a smile as a thank you. “Now the reason for my visit. You see I thought I could discuss your future in the business. You by far are the most popular girl in the whole joint. I was thinking that you could continue to be my bookie while also only being visited by my top dollar connections.” You froze at the suggestion.

“You want me to prostitute myself out?” Your voice was meeker than you liked it.

“Well I guess that’s one way to put it. This is a one time condition It’s just once, tomorrow.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Okay I will decide for you, as your boss it is a command. You will sleep with Titus O’lare.” Your boss put a hand on your shoulder. “If you are lucky, he even offered you above-ground citizenship.” With that, Conrad had left and you stood still in the living room. A hand touched your shoulder and you turned to see Levi.

[star-234s-blog]

Venti x fem reader when you tease Venti too much

Warning minors DO NOT INTERACT this is not for children this is the only warning!!! So please listen. Here’s a song to listen to while reading

You were bored really bored it was a Friday afternoon and nothing to do or that’s what you thought that’s when you spotted Venti sitting by himself at windrise that’s when it hits you why not annoy him just a bit. You walk up to him Ohhh~ lord Barbatos Venti almost snaps his lyre in half as he heard you call him by his real name he clears his throat and says y-yes windbulme what do you need? You say Oh nothing Barbatos~ I was just wondering what my favorite archon was doing Venti was getting redder and redder by the minute he knew you were pushing his buttons and he needed to calm down before he loses control I’m not doing anything important just fixing my lyre strings he says taking a deep breath you smirk knowing you’re getting him riled up. Oh I wonder what else those hands can do~? You say you’re voice dropping low and seductive Venti’s breath hitches slightly at your words and he coughs choking a bit w-windblume what do you mean by that? of course he had a feeling that what he was thinking about was what I meant. Oh you know exactly what I mean Barbatos~ Venti is a stuttering red mess basically turning into putty his control hanging on by a thread you know the next thing you say could make him lose control but you were willing too make that sacrifice. Oh come on Barbatos answer my question what else can you do with those hands of yours? Venti finally snaps he pins you to the ground straddling you you’re playing with fire windblume you’re really trying to make me snap of course you know you only broke one of the many walls he has stopping him from losing control before you can reply he smashes his lips agains your in an aggressive passionate kiss he presses his body against yours his tongue slipping into your mouth both of your tongues swirl around each other. Venti pulls away panting the only thing connecting you guys together is a string of saliva from the kiss. Oh~ windblume you drive me so crazy you’re too shocked to to say a thing just staring at him in absolute shock you can barely speak only babbling incoherent nonsense. What windblume shocked Ehe~ you really know how to push my buttons venti pulls you into another kiss this time more aggressively he pushes you onto the ground his hands unbuttoning your pants we have to make this quick windblume…oh archons your so wet. Venti quickly gets rid of his own pants letting his desire get the best of him he shoves himself inside of you no warning he’s to focused on the pleasure all you hear are his groans as he thrusts into you impatiently his thrusts gets sloppy as he gets closer and closer to his release you don’t know how long it’s been but you know you’ve came an his cock at least 5 times now. Fuck I’m gonn- venti cums before he can finish his sentence you moan loudly as you feel his seed seeping into your desperate hole,venti pulls out ticking himself back into his pants he holds you tightly in his arms his touch possessive but gentle as the two of you fall asleep venti whispers. I love you windblume into your ear his words full of emotion and love. ——————————————————————

I’m finally done this took days maybe months I got busy with school😭 anyway i hope you enjoy byeeeeee 646 words total

[velvetmel0n]

"Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up" or perhaps "When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More" for poe dameron pls? I love your writing 🫶

Mack you're a sweetheart thank you

67. When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

Poe is a realist, deep down. 

He hides it well, keeps it in some corner of himself where the light can’t quite reach, where that spark of seemingly incurable hope can’t burn, and tries not to look at it too closely. As much as he hopes otherwise, he’s long since accepted the fact that he’s probably going to die for this, the Resistance. For Leia. For you. 

And he hasn’t told you this— isn’t going to tell you because he knows nothing good can come from it. Your heart is already too big, so bright he thinks it’s going to burn right through your flight suit. Some days he wonders if it already has, if you stay up at night trying to sew it shut just so it can get ripped open all over again. 

And Leia’s speaking about the mission but all he can think about is you, your face carefully blank beside him. He thinks he can see your lips trying to curl into a savage smile, your eyes shining with more than just the reflected lights of the Raddus’ bridge. 

You live for this— the adrenaline, the ambition, the fight. If Poe is a realist then you’re all gleaming optimism, glowing brighter each and every time you return in a smoking, battered X-Wing. If Poe is losing steam, starting to flag under the weight of every friend he’s lost, every fighter blown out of the sky, then you’re the perpetual motion machine gaining momentum. 

You’re hearing the words “First Order gunship” and your skin prickles. Your breath tries to quicken but you won’t let it, try to refocus on what Leia is saying, on the intricacies of the mission itself because Poe may be Black Leader but you are his second as far as anyone is concerned and you need to know what you’re doing. 

She tells you which First Order gunship your squadron will be targeting and where it’s going to be and a dozen other little details that before this chapter of your life might have sounded meaningless. You and Poe are looking at each other out of the corner of your eyes and you know what he’s thinking— this is the second large scale mission in as many months, you both flew in a skirmish just days prior and he’s going to tell you to be careful.

He’s going to look at you with that crease between his brows and his mouth drawn tight because he cares more about you than he should and he doesn’t know if he can keep watching you almost get shot out of the sky but he doesn’t have a choice— and you’re going to smile in his face. You’re going to smile and break his heart because you can’t be careful, not really, when it comes to the Resistance. You can try, but at the end of the day being careful doesn’t win skirmishes, doesn’t win the war and he knows it as well as you do. 

You tell him you will be and you want to mean it because somewhere along the way Poe has become more and you’ve convinced yourself that it doesn’t matter. 

“Poe,” It’s the night before the mission now and it feels different than the others. It feels a little like staring down the barrel of a blaster and you blame it on him, the way he’s started to keep you up at night because you can’t stop hearing his voice or seeing his face in your head. You’ve convinced yourself that your feelings don’t matter, that the Resistance and the greater good are the only things that do but it’s the night before the mission and all either of you can think about is the other getting blown to pieces.

He’s pacing in front of you, curls disheveled from running his hands through them and you both should be asleep. “Poe,” You try again, reaching to catch his arm because he’s going to wear a hole in the floor at this rate.  “It’s going to be fine,” You’re looking him in the eye when you say it, trying to imbue your voice with steel and cannon fire. 

His skin is warm to the touch and he smells like machine oil, still has a smudge of it on his cheek and he looks like he wants to say something, his lips thinning and all you want to do is smooth that furrow in his brow with soft fingertips. You want to pull him close and tell him to be the careful one to not rush in head first because Poe might be a realist but that doesn’t mean he thinks before he acts. He almost got himself shot down in the last skirmish trying to keep you from the same fate and you can still hear your own scream ringing in your ears. 

“I promise,” You promise to try, try to complete the mission, try to make it back okay. And it’s late and the lights are dim and either or both of you could die tomorrow and he forgets that he wasn’t going to tell you about how he feels. He forgets because you could die tomorrow and you’re making promises you know you can’t keep and he can still hear you screaming his name over the comms, too. 

So he presses his mouth to yours, hands moving to cup your cheeks and he’s kissing you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. 

The shock of it freezes you in place, just long enough that Poe remembers himself. “I’m sorry, I—” His hands leave your face as he starts to pull himself away from you, his absence leaving you cold while your heart is still racing fast enough that your head might be spinning. 

“Are you sure?” He asks against your lips even as you kiss him this time, your answer in the way you clutch his shirt in your hands to keep him there, to draw him even closer and neither of you pull away this time.

[alphinias]

did i fall down a rabbit hole and read all of your asks/answers since The Stills came out? SURE DID. love your takes/thoughts sm! gotta know: what's your BIGGEST hope for jiara in s3? <3

Oh gosh thank you! There’s been a lot of mostly incoherent screaming from me so I’m glad there was at least something interesting in there 😂

Oh gosh I HAVE SO MANY HOPES. Here is a list I made a long while back (I’m currently adding to it and haven’t had a chance to update it yet) and for the most part my major hopes are the same. I’d say overall theme wise, I want it more confirmed that JJ has always had a thing for Kie and I want more Kie pov on the relationship. Like how are her feelings surfacing? Is this something she’s tried not to think about before and now she can’t help it? Does she get jealous if JJ flirts with someone else? I want them to tell a story that remains coherent and developed from both sides.

Scene wise, aside from wanting them to follow through with the “I can’t lose you” theme, I’ve gotta stay loyal to my roots I’ve had since S1 and say I still want that hot tub hug parallel. I want Kie to finally have her version of a breakdown to let all of her pent up shit out, for JJ to be the one to comfort her, and most of all for her to let him. I know it’s not something that’s super explicitly romantic but I just love how supportive they are of each other and it would mean a lot to me.

But I’m greedy and there are so many scenes I legally require!

[gmanwhore]

O, I think I’ve figured out why the G-Man Advisor theory is so popular.

Like, if I ask a fan who subscribes to it why, they’ll probably say ‘oh, it’s the one with most basis in canon!’

Then I’ll go looking for that basis in canon, but I won’t find it in the games (seeing as the games tell us next to nothing about both the Advisors and the G-Man). Where I will find what they’re probably thinking of is Breengrub lore, which does contain tidbits about both a group of rogue Shu’ulathoi that could be theorised into the Employers and about how the adults of their species being able to choose their form… however, it also contains the notion that the adults are ambitionless, almost mindless creatures, and would open the kinda huge plot hole of how the Combine were able to take over the entire species if the adults really were this powerful. And all that is on top of the fact that cool as it is, Breengrub is very dubiously canon, being written by Laidlaw after he left Valve during the time period when everyone, him included, thought there would be no more Half-Life.

But it is something. The theory isn’t ‘rooted in canon’ so much as it is rooted in something, as opposed to being completely inferred from the very sparse narrative cues, and it seems that many fans would rather take ex-writer fanfic as canon and patch plot-holes than invent their own solutions.

What I’m getting at here is that the Advisor theory isn’t popular because it’s got the most basis in canon. It’s the most popular because it’s the most grounded in existing material, and yes, there is a difference. It’s the one people can most easily incorporate into their beliefs about the games without having to imagine Valve building multiverse lore and/or making HL a meta-narrative. It’s the one that would require the least new ideas, and maybe that’s also why it’d be the most disappointing to me personally.

This made sense in my head but it’s totally incoherent now. Wow.

No no I get it! It's most plausible with the expansion material we have, and that's what things grow on

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Okay I’ve taken two days to consider, let’s just rip the bandaid off. Some of many ep 5 thoughts! Very incoherent, I might add

It being revealed that Daniel really thought he and Louis fucked in San Fransisco is INCREDIBLE. the way he’s been bullying Louis relentlessly and then had to be like “did we… did we fuck..?” only for Louis to be like “nah. but we can now if you wanna, armand won’t be back for at least another hour or two”. funniest thing i’ve seen in my life. and them sitting in Louis’ zen garden together at the end of the episode. I know it was serious and that it was both a nice and horrifying moment between the two of them but also incredibly funny. so funny. Old man Daniel Molloy and Louis DPDL, well over 200 years old together, sitting with their bare feet on the floor and trying to coax traumatic memories from each other while nodding and going “yes, and–“. Eric and Jacob are so good in their scenes together, bless them both.

Sooooooo San Fransisco? Literal horror episode. Like of course all episodes have horror elements to them, it’s a vampire show, but this was so genuinely unsettling and upsetting to watch. So of course I loved it. That and also I felt physically sick the entire episode.

Louis first doing his monologue to Daniel only to pause every once in a while so they can go “exactlyyyy” to each other. Two dumb bitches for real, but it was good. Liked that what Louis said was taken directly from the book, it was a nice touch. And that Daniel was so high the entire time. Of course Louis lost it and attacked Daniel though, he was a very unstable person at the time and it felt inevitable.

Enter Armand. Enter Louis also high because he drank Daniel’s blood and the drugs went into him. Enter a relationship with cracks that have gone ignored for way too long. Enter insanity.

When they started fighting my mouth fell open and I’m pretty sure it stayed that way for the rest of the episode. Like that was nasty for real. But also not surprising at all, like of course that happened. Armand and Louis both base themselves a lot on the people they’re with, they take the other’s energy and reflect it back on them. And now they’re with each other and so they’re reflecting… well, nothing. They’re reflecting nothing at each other so of course Louis finds himself bored of getting nothing and Armand feels resentment because he puts so much into keeping things in order and gets nothing for it. He calls himself a black hole!!! He knows he’s empty!!! He knows there’s nothing!!! He loses it finally when Louis says outright that he’s dull while Daniel, who’s a nobody, is fascinating. He needs Louis but he can’t stand it any longer. They’re both so lonely with each other.

After watching the last episode I joked with a friend about if Louis even liked Armand considering his more or less conscious mockery of him. I’ve been given reason to continue this even as I feel like it’s not a joke anymore. Excuse me, gentlemen, have you considered divorce? No, because Armand wiped all of it from memory and so everything’s fine again. “He’s fine, you’re fine, this is fine, we’re all fine” Armand says while slamdunking Daniel against the floor and looking at a Louis that’s in so much pain he’s barely lucid. And somehow at the end of their meeting in San Fransisco that’s true because Armand makes it so. He needs it to be so, he can’t be alone. He says he’s leaving but he can’t do it.

Also Louis almost succeeding in committing suicide and remembering nothing of it. The horror of it. The horror of his indescribable pain and Armand doing nothing about it. Letting him suffer. Punishing him for the awful things he said through that but also through physically and psychologically torturing Daniel. He spent days screaming in pain while Armand did his thing with Daniel in the other room and he didn’t even know it before Daniel started pushing 50 years later. And that he doesn’t remember is due to Armand. His love did that to him. I can’t imagine he’ll be particularly stable in the modern timeline from now on either, knowing how Armand tampered with his memory and made him forget how he tried to end his life at one point. Armand repeated his false narrative so often that Louis can quote it word for word. He says it in the beginning of the episode and that’s Armand’s words spilling out of his mouth. How much of himself is there actually in there? What’s him and what’s Armand? What’s real and what’s a carefully constructed narrative? Dubai feels like even more of a performance now than it did before after seeing Louis and Armand crash and burn in San Fransisco.

Also Armand telling Daniel of how sad and worthless his life would be so that he would embrace death. While Louis at the end of that saves him and says he will do something important. Those words stick with Daniel even after the memory tampering. They have followed him his entire life. And where they’re at in Dubai both Armand and Louis were telling the truth. He’s ruined two marriages and two daughters and now he’s dying, but he’s also done important work as a journalist. Ohohohoh BOY.

Guess I should also mention the short Lestat scene. Armand using Lestat to punish Louis further but being unable to continue when Lestat says that he needs to tell Louis that he loves him. Pointing out to Louis that he’s well aware there might have been an intention of getting Lestat to come running after him by telling lies about him. He has to know he’s a rebound, I can’t see it any other way.

Took a pause in considering my lesbian struggles to watch ep 5 of iwtv. What the fuck did i just witness, I’m gonna chew glass

[hihello-pinky]

Miss, Fuck, Fall

Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

part two • part three • special

self-indulgent? will definitely have a part two haha

tags: kinda angsty, fwb, fubu, smut, oral (f and m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, creampie, some toxic shit?

MINORS PLEASE DON’T INTERACT! Smut under the cut!

Never in your whole life did you imagine that your first confession to a boy would turn out like this. The movies and books never told you this.

“Look, I’m flattered that you like me but I don’t do relationships.” He looks you up and down. “But if you’re up for it, we can be fuck buddies.”

And you know you should have said ‘no’, but Suna Rintarou was a handsome and charming man, and you’ve spent the last two years crushing on him. Here he is, offering his body. Who are you to decline?

That’s how you find yourself in this situation: two in the morning, your back against the barely closed door of your dorm, with Suna on his knees and eating you out. You were supposed to go to sleep when he sent you a quick text that he’s coming over.

To fuck. To use your body. Because that’s the arrangement, right? Except most of the time it feels like you’re more of Suna’s fucktoy than fuck buddy. Your rendezvous are always dictated by him, always according to his schedule, and rarely gives consideration to your own time.

Time and time again does your brain remind you that you deserve better but you fight it. You like Suna. He likes your body. If being his comfort girl means you’ll be in each other’s lives, then why not?

A finger entering your pussy breaks you from your thoughts as you moan, hands buried in his hair tightening. “Ah, Rin, no more…”

He smirks up at you, eyes full of lust. “You mean more, right?”

You shake your head, whimpering as he adds another finger. “Need you inside me. No more teasing, please.”

“Tsk. You’re lucky I can’t wait either. Turn around.”

You hastily turn and face your door as you hear him stand up and undo his pants, the sound of the belt buckle making you clench your legs. You gasp loudly as you feel Rin behind you, his cock sliding along your back as his fingers return inside your pussy.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours - ah - Rin!”

Squelching sounds begin to echo in your room as you try to get more friction, pleading Suna to just fuck you.

“Please, please, please, pl– aaahh!!” He thrusted swiftly and began a rough pace, your body hitting the door and making thudding noises. You’re pretty sure your neighbors are aware on what’s happening inside your dorm room.

“Oh, ah, so good, Rin!” You should be ashamed, really, letting a man use you like this. A man who has no feelings for you and only sees you as someone who can be filled with his cum. A hole among many.

You’re aware that you’re not the only one Suna fucks around with. Though you stay loyal to him (you and your stupid crush!) it’s an open secret that he’s also sleeping with other girls when you’re really unavailable. But you pride yourself in the knowledge that you’re the one he runs to first whenever he’s horny. That must mean something right.

“What - fuck - are you thinking?” He says against your ear before biting it. “You just tightened around me.”

You’re lost in your moans that he has to repeat the question, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

“You!” You cry out pathetically. “Thinking about how your big cock is so good to my pussy!”

“Shit!” Rintarou curses as he intensifies his thrust, his balls making slapping sounds with your ass, which matches well with the door thudding. “Fucking slut. Take. This. Cock.”

You’re crying at this point, too overwhelmed with pleasure that your words become incoherent. All you can think of is Suna and his cock and how he’s fucking you and not some other girl.

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” Suna grunts as his fingers find your clit. “I’m close. Come for me, pretty.”

Your body obeys him, your pussy gushing around his cock as he chases his own orgasm with hard and quick thrusts. You’re barely over your orgasm when he stills behind you, panting against your neck as you feel his warm essence fill you up.

After recovering your breathing, he quickly gets dressed and leaves. Not even a kiss goodbye.

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Missing someone is not in Suna Rintarou’s dictionary. The words I miss you are only said by weak people and he’s certainly someone who will never say that to anyone.

So, why the fuck are the words running around his mind, thinking about you and the past four days where you missed his calls and texts?

“Feel good, baby?” The girl in front of him pulls away and looks up, batting her curled eyelashes seductively.

He resists rolling his eyes and pushes the girl’s head back towards his cock. “Yeah, yeah. Just go on.”

The girl moans against his member and resumes sucking him off. It feels good. It should feel good. Getting a blowjob never fails to make him feel good and here he is getting blown by one of the sexiest girls on campus, but why is his mind on you?

He scrolls out his phone and decides to help himself. Maybe watching one of his videos of you sucking him off can help him. But before he can go to the private folder in his gallery, a notification from Instagram shows a digest of his friends who updated. He’s about to swipe right when he sees your user.

So your phone works, huh. Why the fuck did you not return his calls and texts?

As if that realization isn’t enough, what he sees in your IG story makes his blood boil. It’s a picture of Miya Fucking Osamu’s back, lining up in a coffee shop, probably buying the two of you a drink.

Suna ignores the bitter taste in his mouth and throws his phone on the bed. He tries to focus back on the girl giving him attention; the girl pleasuring him. The girl who deserves his cock.

He tugs her away from his cock and orders her to get on all fours on his bed. If you’re out there fucking Osamu, then he can fuck whoever he wants. Not that anything has stopped him from doing so before.

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Meanwhile, you’re in the coffee shop with Osamu, him wiping the tears that have barely left you for the past four days.

“Thank you, really, Osamu,” you say as you wipe the last of your tears.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk to Suna?”

“It has nothing to do with having sex with me, so why would he be interested?” You look away, out onto the busy streets. “Besides, he has other girls to satisfy his needs. I-I can’t meet him right now.”

A gentle hand stretches across the table and pats your shoulder. “Shh… it’s gonna be okay.”

You try to smile at Osamu. “I do hope so.”

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 5

Next Chapters: Part 6, Part 7

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4

Author's Note: Well, I finally added Kate. I don't know how most people interpret her character, so I kind of used my own take on it. I’m thinking she’s probably around 26-27 years old, while Toby is like 20-23? And Tim and Brian are somewhere in between.

I just wanted some evil women to be in this too. And idk if her “advice” makes sense to everybody, but I know a lot of people who are around Kate’s age, and most of them HATE texting. I’ve received lectures similar to what she says so many times in my life lmao.

And this chapter may feel a bit rushed but… let’s just say it’s because I’m very excited to write the plot I set up for the next one. Cross-posted on my Ao3 account.

Warnings: Swearing. Brief descriptions of self-harm (like punching walls? idk if that counts). Sexual themes towards the end. (3,086 words).

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 Toby was furious.

 His thoughts were incoherent, an angry whirlwind of emotions. Nothing went the way he’d planned.

After he left your home, he marched back to the cabin to process what had happened. Of course, that only ended with him trashing the place. He screamed at nothing, threw everything in sight, and punched holes in the walls until finally, his body gave out.

Now he sat on the floor, back up against the wall, panting to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time, he felt tears threatening to form.

 You had rejected him.

 You didn’t feel the same.

 He was sure you had been flirting back with him. Every glance you took in his direction, all the times you made contact with his skin. He genuinely thought he’d picked up on some clever hint to kiss you. To make a move. A grand gesture of romance.

But he was wrong.

He fucked up.

And then he made the mistake of trying to call your “bluff”. Which only made you angrier.

The shock of being yelled at had been too much for him to deal with. And he reacted like he always did in those types of situations. With wrath. How could you possibly trust him after this?

Oh god, and you’d seen his face.

That horrific scar.

His heart tightened at the memory. He could barely breathe.

Fuck.

He needed to talk to you again.

If he just explained himself and apologized, you’d come around, right?  Give him another chance? It was only a misunderstanding. A tiny blip in what would become an intense love affair between the two of you. Something you’d both laugh at later down the road.

Toby shakily got up from the wooden floor, still exhausted from the outburst. Where was his phone? He had to find it immediately.

Frantically, his eyes scanned over every surface that it could be on. Did he throw it at one point? He couldn’t remember.

Tossing aside a few pillows, he finally recognized the black case on the ground.

The screen was cracked. Relief washed over him when the tiny monitor lit up; it still worked.

There was your name in his contact list, along with a couple others, but your conversation was the only one saved. The only person he wanted to form a real emotional bond with.

His fingers started to type on their own. Toby needed to resolve the issue as soon as possible. He couldn’t take it anymore.

‘I’m sorry about tonight’

The first text. It needed to be an apology. He needed to start off by admitting his fault.

‘I have trouble controlling my feelings. And I get scared when I’m rejected. I like you SO much (Y/N). I feel like such an ass, especially for scaring you. I don’t want you to be scared of me. Please please please give me another chance. I’ll make it up to you I swear.’

He waited for your response.

It didn’t come.

No.

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be happening. He had to see you again. You HAD to be in his life in some way.

Toby paced around his home, chewing on his cheek. Blood gushed down his face from the gnawed flesh.

You were just busy right now. Probably talking to your friend.

That must be it.

You wouldn’t just ignore him like this. After all the moments the two of you shared together, he must’ve meant something to you.

 The phone buzzed.

 A reply.

 ‘Thank you for the apology, but there’s no way for me to know if it’s sincere. I feel like you could be using it to guilt me. I just can’t believe what you say Toby, and I think it’s better for both of us if we don’t see each other again. I wish you the best, and hopefully, you can learn from this in the future.’

His heart stopped.

 ….Oh God no.

 “NO! NO! NO!” He punched the wall next to him until his knuckles bled, painting the plaster with red streaks. “YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! You… can’t…”

He started to cry.

Now the floodgates opened, and an ugly sob came from the boy. Curling up on a ratty couch, Toby shoved his face in the cushions to muffle the sounds.

He never did learn how to manage his feelings properly. He knew that there was some kind of mental illness that made it difficult for him. His fucked-up head, he thought bitterly. Controlled by The Operator and controlled by his disorders. There was always something preventing him from having people in his life.

Would he always be this lonely?

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Someone pounded on the front door.

 Toby peeked his head up from the sofa.

Who could that be?

Shit. He hoped it wasn’t Tim. That was the last person he needed to see in this state. But he had to talk to whoever it was in case there was a job.

A grin settled on his face.

Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.

A little sadistic fun never hurt, well at least not him anyways. It could help him relieve some of these thoughts. Take them out on somebody else.

Maybe this would prove to be a good thing.

The door swung open, the visitor being too impatient to wait any longer.

Long matted dark brown hair that was almost black, hazel eyes, camping gear strapped to the back.

It was Kate.

“Toby! You home? Sorry, I let myself in I-” She stopped mid-sentence, noticing the mess surrounding her, dark stare settling on the culprit.

“Holy shit what happened here?” She let out a worried laugh. “It looks like a tornado came through. Are you okay? Did you have another episode?”

The older proxy dropped her bags and walked over, kneeling to get a better look at his condition. Toby was slumped over, sluggishly sitting up, refusing to look directly at her. Ashamed to be seen in such a vulnerable way.

Kate was the nicest person he had in his life. Besides you. After all, she was still a proxy.

The problem was that she was hardly ever around. Unlike him, or even Tim and Brian, Kate never settled down in one place for long. She was nomadic, carrying all her earthly possessions in a backpack. Being the fastest and most agile proxy, it was easy for her to hunt individual trespassers and take them down, so she was almost always on the job.

However, once in a blue moon she would stop in to see him. Kate and Toby had a somewhat strong connection. Not unlike how Tim and Brian were attached to each other, and while Brian could be nice to Toby at times, he mostly did it out of necessity. Kate, on the other hand, was kind to Toby in ways that reminded him of his older sibling. Not that he liked comparing her to Laura… or was it Lyra? Sometimes he had a hard time remembering the name. That’s what his journal was for.

“Do you want to talk about it? I won’t make fun of you. No matter how tempted I am.” She sat down next to him, rubbing his back reassuringly.

Toby took a shaky breath, comforted by the gesture. “I-I… fuh-fuck… give me a suh-second…”

He didn’t know how much to share with her. He didn’t want to put you in any danger, and while Kate may have been nice to him, there’s no telling how she’d react to learning about his obsession with a “human”.  

She was more… fanatical when it came to serving The Operator.

Different proxies had different levels of devotion to the being, as well as their own unique reasons for serving it. Brian was more apathetic, not caring one way or the other, viewing it like any other profession. Something to train for and do well. Tim was more complex, a mixture of apathy, fear, and at times enthusiasm, mainly when in the act of killing.

Most proxies had no memory of their past lives, no ways to connect to whoever they were before. That’s why it was easy for them to refer to anyone who didn’t serve The Operator as only being “humans”. It was a way to completely remove themselves from the species, to look at them as nothing but an inconvenience or a tool to gain favor with the malevolent entity dictating their lives.

But Toby was a special case. He could still remember. He hadn’t been a proxy for as long as the others and could still picture the faces of his mother and sister. He even knew what his shithead father looked like, especially after he hacked him to pieces. These were the reasons he found it hard to go on. Pretending to everyone that he didn’t resent The Operator’s control at times. That he never longed to try to have a normal life. Maybe kill the occasional abusive dad he might come across. But other than that, be an average everyday person.

And here you came along. An answer to his prayers.

But things were complicated now.

 He needed advice.

 “I muh-may have… messed up?”

Kate snorted. “Okay… wanna try being more specific maybe?”

Toby picked at the skin of his hands, peeling the areas around his nails.

“I sort of... luh-like somebody…” He trailed off.

It’s not like it was uncommon for proxies or killers to date and hook up with each other. Although everyone knew Toby never had any luck with the others in that department. But despite that, if he kept the conversation vague enough… it should be fine.

“Oh shit! Really?” Caught off guard, the brunette quickly tried to dial it back. “I mean…wow. I didn’t really expect that… who?”

Did he really have that bad of a reputation within their group that it was this much of a surprise to her? It was a little insulting.

“I don’t want to say.” Toby snapped. His temper was starting to get the better of him. And he didn’t want to share any sensitive information.

Luckily, Kate never took what Toby did personally. “Okay- you don’t have to tell me… but watch your tone young man.” She joked.

“Suh-sorry. I’m just really upset. We had a fuh-fight and I don’t know what to do.” He felt like a kid asking their mom for help. But he was desperate.

Toby couldn’t stand the idea of you walking around hating him. Sure, his plans included taking you back to his home, most likely by force, but he thought he would’ve had more opportunities for you to get to know him in a more… conventional way.

“Have you apologized to this… person?” Kate asked, carefully choosing her words. Picking up on how defensive he was being.

“Yeah! I duh-did and-“

She interrupted, “Wait. Did you do it in person or over text?” There was a sternness in her voice at the question. Like Kate was already accusing him of doing something wrong.

“Over text….” He admitted.

“See, that was your first mistake. If you’re going to have an important conversation with someone you need to have it in person. Otherwise, things can get lost in translation. You should speak to them face to face and apologize formally.”

The younger proxy tilted his head, “What if they duh-don’t want to see me?”

Kate sighed. “Well… sometimes you just have to show up. I mean, imagine trying to explain a misunderstanding to someone like Jeff over text…” She paused, scrunching up her face. “Well, that’s not a good example. You would have to call him or else he’d try to stab you. But you know what I mean. People like… us … are quick to just remove people from our lives if we’re hurt. But with our jobs, every connection with other killers or proxies needs to be maintained. Especially since The Operator demands it. So, you should go and see them…. when you’ve calmed down, of course.”

It was clear the brunette was applying her own work experiences to giving Toby guidance. Kate was always well-liked, and in a group full of murderers and malicious beings with untreated mental illnesses, that was no small feat.

But regardless, her explanation made sense. Even though Kate didn’t understand the full context of what happened, her advice probably still applied, right? Sure, you weren’t a killer, but Kate had the best grasp on how to handle disputes out of anyone he knew. If you just took the time to see how sorry he was, and all the effort he was putting in to fix the relationship, then you’d have to forgive him.

“Thuh-thanks. I’ll make sure to do that. I feel like shit that we huh-haven’t gotten the chance to see each other in a while and this….” Toby gestured vaguely to their surroundings. “Is what you fuh-find.”

Kate smiled. “Don’t worry, I get it.”

The fact that it was her that showed up today was very convenient. She was one of the few people who knew Toby well enough to calm him down.

It was almost too convenient.

He narrowed his eyes, looking out the cabin window. Was his boss around? “Anyways, I nuh-never asked you why you’re here.”

“Well, I figured I was long due for a bath. And I wanted to see my favorite proxy. Why, not happy to see me?” She huffed, feigning offense.

“Nuh-no! That’s not it. I just wuh-wasn’t sure if there was a job or something we needed to do.”

The brunette’s eyes glinted with admiration, flashing a small yet strangely sinister smirk. “It’s good you take our work seriously. It’s always best to have The Operator smiling favorably upon us.”

Toby shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sometimes she spoke like a weird cult member. It made his skin crawl, reminding him that despite her soothing demeanor around her peers, Kate could be one of the most brutal and wild killers when carrying out their boss’s orders. Maybe that’s why she always stayed in the forest.

“I’ll be out of your hair in an hour or two. Sadly, there aren’t any sacrifices to make today. I hate having nothing to do.” She grumbled the last part before getting up to grab her bag. “Mind if I take that shower now?”

“No, guh-go right ahead. Not like I pay the water bill for this puh-place.” Toby quipped, shrugging his shoulders with a crack of his joints.

When Kate left the room, he mulled over what actions he needed to take next. Everything was just “lost in translation” as the older proxy said. His mistake was only in how he delivered his apology.

There was hope for him after all. This could be fixed and then you and Toby could be together again. Have the life he knew you two could have.

After everything subsided and he felt at ease, his mind wandered to that passionate kiss he had shared with you. Sure, in retrospect he definitely shouldn’t have done that, but it was nice in the moment. How your lips felt against his, your warm body squirming under him.

It was electric.

If only things had gone well, if you didn’t find him so… repulsive now. Maybe he could’ve taken things further. But there was always time for that later. When he had more time to convince you that he was made for you.

Your mind as well as your body.

 … Especially body.

 He grinned, getting up to stretch out his muscles. Today was more exhausting than usual after the rollercoaster of feelings he’d gone through. Toby needed rest, and once he felt more confident, he’d pay you a surprise visit. Bring some sort of peace offering. Weren’t guys supposed to give flowers when they wanted to be forgiven? Like those crappy husbands who cheat on their wives.

Not that he wanted to be lumped in with those dudes.

Toby made his way to his room, making sure the door was locked behind him. Even though he trusted Kate, he didn’t want to take any chances.

He could still hear her showering and she would probably be a while. She wasn’t the most hygienic person.

Not that he was one to talk, but he didn’t like having that much blood and dirt caked on him for too long. Kate, however, didn’t seem to mind it. Toby had been assigned on a weeklong mission with her once and as soon as she got “in the zone” the older female was practically feral. Showers just weren’t in her vocabulary at that point.

Lying on his bed, he opened his phone to look through his camera roll. Something he did routinely now before trying to fall asleep… for many reasons.

It was full of photos he’s taken of you over these past months.

Having an outdated phone never really bothered him before, but now he wished he had one that could take better pictures. Especially the ones he took at night. Those always come out too grainy.

Unconsciously, a wistful smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t help it. It always happened when he saw you. He scrolled through each photo, taking in every part of you he managed to capture. His mind had almost everything memorized.

“(Y/N)…” He whispered.

Sometimes he just liked to say it. Simply enjoying the sound. How it tasted with every syllable.

Now that he had time to relax, it occurred to him how surprising his argument with you had gone. Every day there was something new he was learning about you. You were actually kind of brave, even if it was to the point of being stupid. But you had stood up to him when he’d lost his cool. Him. A murderous proxy. A serial killer. You didn’t know that, but it was still obvious he could overpower you.

Yet thinking of the passion and determination in your eyes as you stared him down made him shiver with delight.

He loved it.

Toby could feel himself growing tired, lazily flipping through a couple more photos before he’d call it a night.

He stopped.

A picture of you undressing in front of your bedroom window.

Your underwear even matched that day.

His cheeks reddened, a familiar feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach.

He reached a clammy hand into the case of his pillow, retrieving a pair of plain black panties he’d stolen from your house.

 He figured he could stay awake a little longer…

[ravenxd]

Another Way to Show Love

3 A.M Thoughts - Poly! Cc! Dream Team x F!Reader

Imagine Dream and Sapnap fucking their sub, and George just wakes up to you moaning as they both make you cum. Maybe George helps clean you up... by using his mouth. You then reward him by sucking him off, while Dream and Sapnap watch and record the whole thing... then it ends with super sweet fluff<3.

- Just some more thoughts♡♡♡♡.

Dom! Dreamnap/ Dom! Dream and Dom! Sapnap x Sub! GeorgeNotFound x Sub! Reader.

Contents: Double Penetration in the same hole, Cum eating, Blowjob, Polyamorous Relationships, Afab! Reader, Dream and Sapnap taking photos and recording. Guilty Sapnap because he thinks he hurts s/o, fluff<3, aftercare-ish themes<3...

You cover your mouth, hoping that you can contain in the many sounds that come whenever they both rock their hips. But it's so damn impossible. You just have to thank the fact that George really is a heavy sleeper.

Sapnap was below you, having pulled you onto his lap with your ass facing him. Dream was infront of you, keeping his pace as he fucked into your hole, the same one Sapnap was heavenly buried into. You shut your eyes, clinge onto Dream and let many small moans fall.

"Dream.. Sap~.." You couldn't take it any longer, having one of them in you was good as it was, but when you have two of your boyfriends, while the other was asleep, the pleasure just intensifies. They were both buried so deep inside, both of their cocks being milked by your pussy. Dream smirked seeing the state you were in.

"Can't take it? Or is it just too good?" He groans, Sapnap then jumps in.

"You like when both Dream and I fuck you?" Sapnap asks in addition to Dream's question. You nod your head, taking one of Dream and Sapnap's hand.

"I do~! So much! Love it.." You moan.

Dream pinned your hand onto the bed, while Sapnap did the same, it slightly hurt but you were so blissed out by the pleasure that you didn't find it anywhere in yourself to even care.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum~! Please! Harder..!" You beg, your voice growing raspy.

"Yeah? Being stuffed with Sapnap and I got you cumming faster? You like being stuffed with two cocks?" Dream groans as he feels your walls tighten around him and Sapnap even more. He knew you loved the way he spoke. You felt his hand take a stronger hold onto yours, as did Sapnap. The coil in your stomach that formed was near close to snapping.

Sapnap's hips slammed into you harder, his free hand played with your chest, Dream does the same and they both begin to play with your perked up nipples.

"Mhm~! So fucking good..! D-Dream- Sapnap- I'm gonna cum-!" You let out high pitched moan and you just let it happen. They both thrust once more into you, both their cocks spurting their seed into your womb. Your own orgasm spilling over their lower halves. You were still moaning uncontrollably, you felt a shift and saw that Dream had lowered his body down.

Sapnap began to pet Dream's hair, while Dream slowly left kisses across your neck and jawline.

"G-Guys...? What are you doing..?" George asked, your eyes widen and you turn to look over at George.

"Awe.. our other Angel has finally woken up.." Sapnap teases. Dream quickly looks over, he slowly raises himself up.

"Baby.. be a good boy and pass me my phone.." Dream asks, George's blush deepened at the name as he reaches over to the drawer and picks Dream's phone up. He hands it over and Dream takes it. Then you realized that he was taking a picture.. you squeezed around him and Sapnap.

"Fuck Y/n..." Dream moaned softly, you see the flash go off.

"Happy memories.." Dream teases as he tossed his phone to the side. You moaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving Sapnap last to pull you off him. You quickly close your legs, feeling their cum drip down. Sapnap swiftly moves from underneath you.

"Dream, pass me your phone. George, come here.." Sapnap says, Dream raised an eyebrow but listened to his lover anyway. Dream once again grabbed his phone and gave it to Sapnap.

George nervously obeyed Sapnap, you layed below all three of your boyfriends.

Sapnap pats a space right in front of you. George slowly crawls to you.

"Y/n.. open up.." Dream finally catches on, you slowly open your legs. Sapnap smirks and opens up the camera on Dream's phone.

"Pretty little cunt.." He says and you grew red within seconds, after coming to realize that he was taking another picture.

"Clean her up." Dream tells George. George slowly bends over, his face coming unbelievably close to your drenched hole. He moaned at the sight and immediately stuck his tongue out, licking up every drop that spilled out when your boys had both pulled out. You moan and take a grip to his brown hair, he began to suck on your clit. Causing you to rock your hips up, you just found it in you to completely ignore the fact that after a few flashes, the camera on Dream's phone wasn't going off anymore.. because it was just constantly on.

You further open your legs, allowing for George to hold onto your thighs, tongue diving into your cum filled pussy. By the time he was nearly done cleaning you up, you were nearly babbling incoherent sentences.

He pulled away, you stay laying down. Slowly raising your body up to sit.

You turn over to your other boyfriends, once again ignoring the flash.

"Daddy.. Can I suck his cock..?" You say motioning to the incredibly noticeable bulge at George's sweatpants.

Dream and Sapnap look at each other, they both nodded their heads.

"Go ahead babygirl.." Dream answers. You smile which George reciprocated. He took your place so he could lay down onto the pillows. You eagerly help George take his shirt off and pulled down his grey sweatpants along with his boxers, both of which you helped him get completely rid of. You hear both Sapnap and Dream get closer, you turn to face them.

"Go on.." Dream says, you nod your head, taking George's length into your hands, his tip was completely smeared with precum. Standing so tall, you only crave more. You slowly lower your head down, completely bending over.

Your lips made contact with the head of his cock, slowly taking him into your warm mouth. George moans at the relief of finally getting touched, you grow giddy inside. Fully taking in his throbbing member, until you felt you couldn't, so you resort to jerking the rest of what you couldn't put into your mouth.

"Ohh.. Y/n~.." He moves his hips around, you don't make an attempt to stop him, just taking in whatever he gives you.

You suck on his dick, using your tongue to try and add more to his pleasure, and it seemed to work because his breathing was staggering. You can't blame him, after hearing you getting completely fucked by Dream and Sapnap, and him having to clean up their mess, he was incredibly sensitive to touch.

You feel Dream's hand pushing your hair away, you slowly open your eyes to see that Sapnap had also gotten closer with Dream's phone, the camera still rolling. You choose to ignore it, now proudly working on your sensitive boy's cock. With a few more sucks and jerks, his breathing pace had increased as he was silently groaning.

"Gonna cum?" Dream asked George, "You like the way our pretty girl can also use her mouth to make you cum?" George nodded his head, his lips parting.

"So much.." He groans, completely coming undone as his cum shoots into your mouth, Dream quickly turns his attention over to you.

"Keep it in." You obey his request. Dream motioned Sapnap over. Sapnap smirks and does so.

"Open up babe~.." Sapnap says, you proudly do so. Showing off your work, George's cum was all over your tongue. Nearly dribbling down, until Sapnap was quick enough to use a finger to push it back into your mouth.

"Swallow." Dream says, you do as he says. Once again opening your mouth up, to prove you had. Sapnap then uses a hand to pet your hair.

"Good girl.." He says, which causes you to warm up and smile. Dream then sat by you, Sapnap reverted hiz attention over to George.

He pulled you into an embrace, "How's my favorite girl doing..? You feeling good?"

"I feel like I'm high.. a little tired.." You say, a blissed out smile wiped onto your face as you lean onto his shoulder. He smiles and chuckled.

Sapnap sets Dream's phone down.

"How about Sapnap and I get you and George properly cleaned up and dressed? Eat something, watch a movie, and get some sleep?" He asks, you quickly nod your head.

"Alright." He gets up and plants a small kiss to your lips.

"Let me wash off real quick and I'll get to you." He smiles, he walks out with Sapnap.

You turn over to George, who was sitting up.

You crawl over to him, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you so much.." You mumble, he pulls you in.

"I love you too.." You both stay in the position a little long, until you finally hear your two other boyfriends come into the room.

"Come on you two, we have to get you cleaned up." Dream says, helping George up, while Sapnap got to you.

"Are you good babe? We didn't hurt you, did we?" Sapnap asked, as he helps you get up.

"I'm okay.." You say, holding onto Sapnap. Finding that you can't exactly walk right. "And no, you didn't hurt me."

Sapnap stays quiet, you think nothing of it and get into the warm bath with George. They both help you get cleaned, washing out your hair, and using body wash to clean you up good. At the end of it, you're sitting with George by the end of your shared bed, using a towel to dry your hair.

Dream walks into the room with a tray filled with various foods. He placed it by the drawer.

You and George grew excited, until you looked over at Dream.

"Dream where's Sapnap?" You ask, he turns around and his face falters.

"I think he's still in the kitchen.. I'll be back okay? Choose something to watch." He says, turning on the TV and tossing the controller over to the both of you. You reach and give it to George.

"Pick something, mkay? Gonna go get something from the kitchen. Want something?" You ask George. George shakes his head.

"I'm good." You smile and nod, reaching over to kiss his lips. You slowly stood up and walked out of the room, slowly making your way down the stairs.

"Sapnap, if she was hurt she would have told us.. You know she doesn't like lying to us." Dream says as he pulled his boyfriend into a hug, all of a sudden you remember his previous question.

'We didn't hurt you, did we?'

"But she could barely walk.." Sapnaps muffled voice was still audible.

"Sapnap.. she's okay, she would let us know if we were going too hard on her.." Dream says as he makes Sapnap look up at him. "She's fine, okay?"

Sapnap looks off to the ground, "What if she isn't.."

You slowly descend down the stairs.

"Sapnap...? I'm okay..!" You say as you made your way over to both of your boyfriends. Sapnap looked over at you, guilt clouded his eyes.

"Y/n? You should be in bed with George." He says as Dream pulled away to turn around and look at you.

"I know, but I came to get something.. You didn't hurt me Sapnap.." You try reassuring him, he doesn't say anything. But he does hold onto you.

"You'll tell me if we ever do, right?" He asked, you smile and nod your head. " Please, lets go with George already?" You ask as you take a candy bag from the cabinet.

Sapnap smiled, as did Dream. "Yeah, okay.."

As soon as you had made it to the room, George had already picked a movie, waiting for the return of his partners.

That night, you fell asleep holding onto Sapnap, with George in between, and Dream spooning you.

Hope you all enjoy this one<3, remember that my requests are still open so feel free to drop in a request<3.