#tw harsh treatment

[all-i-do-is-try1]

Treatment ruined my life but and no one cares bc they got the result they wanted. Screw how I feel or how much harm some of the methods caused.

I legit hate myself so much now. I’m mad all the time and trust no one. And the thing is I’m not better, I’m just fat now

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Idolification.

Pairing: Yandere!Itadori Yuuji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: No Curse/College AU, Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Prolonged Stalking, (Unintentional) Emotional Manipulation, Oral Sex, Drunk Sex, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (Reader's 27, Yuuji's 22), Intimidation, Brief Mommy Kink, Pepper Spray, and Obsessive Behavior. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

“It was an accident, you don’t have to—” Yuuji was cut off by another splash of milk, quickly followed by another jet of water. Her makeshift treatment was harsh, the temperature alternating unpredictably between ice cold and scalding hot, but Yuuji took the abuse with a smile that was almost bright enough to distract you from the red, aggravated skin around his eyes. Almost. “It’s alright,” he managed, eventually, doing his best not to sound like he was being slowly drowned in your bathtub. “Believe it or not, that’s only the second worst thing I’ve gotten in my eyes.”

Knowing him, it was probably closer to the fourth or fifth, but that did little to ease your guilt. He’d been leaving as you were getting home from your second twelve-hour shift of the week, and from there, it’d been a comedy of errors. He spotted you coming down the hall, haggard and bleary-eyed, and saw the babysitter who’d spent more summers than not keeping him (and, by association, his older half-brother) out of trouble before their family fell off of the face of the planet, and reacted the way Yuuji reacted to most things – with open arms and a contagious smile. You’d looked at him, a far cry from the kid you’d spent so much time looking after, and seen a very strange, very grown man loitering outside of the door to your shoebox of an apartment before charging towards you with a manic expression and, well, you had always wanted an excuse to use the pepper spray you carried near-religiously. It was only a shame it had to be on someone as sweet as Yuuji.

Now, you were on your knees on the floor of your bathroom, your fingers tangled in Yuuji’s hair as your roommate gently waterboarded him with a cartoon of organic oat milk in one hand and your decade-old showerhead in the other. The front of his t-shirt was soaked through, his lung half-flooded at least, but he was still grinning like you’d greeted him with a blank check and a litter of puppies. “Honestly, it’s on me,” he insisted, his enthusiasm too potent not to be genuine. “Miss Shoko mentioned she was living with someone.”

At the mention of your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, your attention shifted to the woman in-question. You weren’t an idiot. After the shock died down, it hadn’t taken long for you to piece together why a young man would be rushing to get out of your apartment while your attractive (albeit, socially dead) roommate was home alone. When she met your prying eyes, you shot her a pointed glare. “Cradle rocker.”

She threatened to turn the showerhead on you, but relented as soon as you flinched away. “He’s in one of my classes,” she muttered, then pushed herself to her feet with a soft groan. “We’re out of milk,” she said, shaking the empty carton. “Let his eyes air-dry. I’ll be in my office – come get me if he starts crying again.”

“I’m a doctor too, y’know.”

“You’ll be a doctor in another year. Right now, you’re an intern.” She eyed Yuuji wearily. “An intern who physically assaults her patients, at that.”

Without any real way to retort, you stuck your tongue out – a gesture Shoko mimicked as she slipped out of the crime scene that was your bathroom. Despite Shoko’s advice, you fished a towel off the nearest rack and handed it to Yuuji, who accepted it with a grateful hum. “I really am sorry,” you repeated, burying your face in your hands. “It’s just, it’s been so long, and you look so different, and god, it’s been—”

“—ten years,” Yuuji filled in, probably tired of hearing you repeat the same two excuses. “I remember, ‘cuz you invited us to your graduation that year. I wanted to go, too, but Gramps got sick and…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with an airy chuckle. “You know how it is.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “I loved your grandfather. How is he?”

Yuuji’s smile wavered for the first time. “He passed, actually. A few years ago.”

Fuck.

If the building was going to collapse and bury you in the rubble, that would’ve been the time.

“Sukuna’s doing good, though,” Yuuji went on, kind enough to pretend there hadn’t been a lapse. “He opened a restaurant a few months ago. It’s a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but it’s been keeping him out of the ring.” His expression brightened. “And you’re a doctor! I mean, I knew you would be, but you’re a doctor!”

You felt your face heat up his brother’s name, your eyes falling to the tiled floor. “Almost a doctor. I just started my internship.” And they’d already managed to work you half to death. “You’re in med school, right? Shoko never teaches undergrad.”

“It’s my first semester,” he said with a slight laugh. “It’s harder than I thought it’d be, though. Miss Shoko offered to give me a few pointers, but, y’know—” He sighed, let his head lull back. “I’m starting to think I’m just not smart enough for stuff like this.”

“You shouldn’t say that kind of thing about yourself. You’ve always been—” You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp, clapping your hands together. “If you’re struggling, let me help you study! I have tomorrow off, and I promise, I’m not as strict as Shoko.”

Immediately, he straightened up, your towel still strung around his neck and his smile returned to its full brightness. It only dimmed slightly when he glanced down at his damp shirt. “…there won’t be as much pepper spray this time, right?”

His smile was as contagious as it’d been when he was still a kid, begging you to let him stay up yet another hour past his already-lenient bedtime. Despite his bloodshot eyes and your lingering, only slightly lessened guilt, you found yourself biting back a grin.  

“No pepper spray, this time. I promise.”

~

“Room for one more?”

She glanced over her shoulder as you struggled past the jammed sliding door, taking a moment to evaluate your stiff shoulders and strained smile over the thick frames of her glasses before nodding curtly. Your relief was immediate and all-encompassing. Honestly, you should’ve known better than to do anything but shake your head and flee the country when Yuuji invited you to hang out with a few of his friends, but he’d sworn up and down that it wasn’t a party and promised that you wouldn’t be out of place and pouted in a way you’d never been able to resist. You were starting to think that, no matter how old you got, you’d never learn to say ‘no’ to Yuuji.

The blaring music was only vaguely muffled by the glass, the blurry outlines of other guests playing behind thin curtains. There was a red solo cup in your hand, a lipstick stain on your cheek from a girl who’d passed out half an hour ago, but you were hyper-aware that you were too old to be at a college party with people at least half a decade younger than you, in the best cases. You braced yourself against the balcony railing with a soft groan, crossing your arms and hanging your head low enough to warrant a hum of sympathy from the woman next to you. She held up a box of cigarettes – the cheap kind you and Shoko used to split on the days you had to decide between food and rent – and you accepted her offer with the kind of gratitude you could only assume a starving lion would’ve shown to a limping gazelle.

“Maki,” she said, shaking one into your open palm and fishing a lighter out of her pocket. “You’re one of Itadori’s friends?”

“You could say that.” You let her light you up before taking a shaky drag, the bitter taste a welcome distraction. “I’ve been tutoring him for a few weeks. I think he just invited me as a way to say ‘thank you’.”

Her eyes flashed with recognition, the corner of his lips turning upward for the first time. “You’re the chick who used to babysit him. (Y/n), right?”

“He’s mentioned me?”

“He won’t shut up about you. Every other word out of his mouth is ‘(Y/n) this’ or ‘(Y//n) that’.” She tapped her cigarette against the edge of the railing, sending a few flakes of ash fluttering down to the street below. “Megumi gets it the worst, but we’ve all had to see the fucking pictures.”

“That… that sounds like him.” You forced out a half-hearted laugh, then wavered. “I’m sorry, pictures?”

Maki opened her mouth, but the balcony door was jerked open before she could respond. Yuji appeared in the open entryway, cheeks flushed and grin wide. He drawled your name in a single slur before moving on to more important topics. “We found a—We found a karaoke machine! ‘gumi thinks he can get it running!”

You sent Maki an apologetic look, but she only shrugged, a sliver of a grin. “Better get him tucked in.”

This time, when you smiled back, it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

~

It took a month for Yuuji to start ‘forgetting’ his textbooks when he came over for your little study sessions.

It took three for Yuuji to drop the pretense of studying at all – calling you out to some late-night diner or lethargic early-morning café or, better yet, showing up at your apartment door unannounced and empty-handed with only that unnerving smile and a half-baked excuse to spend time with you.

It took six for his hand to drift just a little lower than your shoulder while you watched some awful, b-rated horror movie on your well-beaten couch. You let him reach your waist before clearing your throat and shifting away, your smile pained.

“I… I think you should probably leave,” you half-mumbled, your voice shaking. “It’s getting late.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Predictably, Yuuji was undeterred. His persistence used to be endearing, but now, it just felt unfair. “I don’t mind sleeping over, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s not like we’ve never spent the night together.”

A nervous laugh, his hand planted just a little too close to your thigh. “I wish you wouldn’t phrase it like—”

“I mean, I know I’m your type.” It was almost impressive, what he could say with such an innocent expression. His free hand found its way to your other side, pinning you between the arm of the couch and his broad chest. “I know you had a thing for Sukuna, and everyone says we’re practically identical. That means you should be into me too, right?”

“Yuuji,” Your eyes darted to your phone, left absent-mindedly on your coffee table. The urge was there, but it wasn’t like he would actually hurt you. He’d always been a sweet kid – a little overzealous, but that wasn’t a crime. This was just… a bad decision, one you had to stop him from making before he did something he’d regret. “Sukuna is my age, and—”

“I don’t care about that.” He cut in swiftly, definitively. His bright eyes had glazed over, catching the dim light of your T.V. as he leaned in further, as his face came to hover less than a full breath away from yours. “I’ve loved you since I was eight. Can Sukuna say that?”

“That’s not—”

“I know you used to fuck him.” His chest was touching yours, now, his breath hot against your skin. “I know you’d fuck him again, if he was here. I know—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish. It was a weak blow, simultaneously hesitant and instinctual, but your open palm made contact with his cheek with a deafening crack, his head snapping to the side and putting that much more distance between his body and yours. He moved to cup his swelling cheek, and you took the opportunity to slip out from underneath him and stumble to your feet. “I think you should leave,” you repeated, the words spat hastily enough to blend together. “Please, Yuuji.”

For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Then, he turned to face you, his smile wiped away and his expression so blank, you couldn’t remember how you’d ever looked at him and saw anything other than void.

He didn’t say anything, only pushing himself to his feet and shambling out of your living room. You kept your eyes on the ground until his footsteps faded out of earshot, until you heard the front door creak open and slam shut with enough force to shake the walls.

When you were sure he was gone, you collapsed onto your couch and laid motionless while an actress screamed in the background.

~

“Your golden boy’s asking about you, again.”

You groaned, buckling at the waist and burying your face in your arms. Shoko glanced up from the exams she was grading, but whatever sympathy she might’ve felt apparently didn’t warrant the effort it would’ve taken to reach across the table to comfort you. “Satoru’s been getting it, too,” she went on. “That’s how you know it’s bad. I can’t remember the last time someone managed to talk over that narcissist.”

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t remember how many times you’d already apologized for Yuuji’s recent fixation. “He’s… probably just worried about his grades, or something.”

Her lips quirked into a frown. “What are you talking about?”

“I was helping him study,” you admitted, reluctantly. As much as Shoko had to hear about your unruly patients and patronizing coworkers, you’d been less open about how much time you were spending with a student fresh out of undergrad. “He’s never been that good with school. I used to have to help him with his homework in elementary school, too.”

This time, she decided your conversation was important enough to earn her full attention. “Itadori’s one of my best students.”

You felt your chest tighten. “But, the first time he came over, you were tutoring—”

She said your name, curt and blunt, and you went quiet. With a sigh, she shook her head, dropping her pen entirely. “When was the last time I offered to personally tutor a struggling student?”

You swallowed dryly. “Never.”

“And when was the last time I gave our full address out to literally anyone?”

“Never,” you said, again. After a second, you added, “Well, there was that one time with Iori…”

“Not the point. I know you don’t want to hear it, but the kid’s a creep. You might have to—”

She was cut off by your phone buzzing against the table. Your eyes scanned over the caller’s name scrawled across the dim screen before moving back to Shoko, her gaze now narrowed into a sharp glare. “Don’t.”

And, for a second, you didn’t. You convinced yourself that you wouldn’t. You told yourself that, after you bought Satoru around of drinks as an apology, you’d do… you’d do something about Yuuji, even if you weren’t sure what you could do, just yet.

Then, you let yourself picture the kid you used to watch for a few dollars an hour while his grandfather was sick and his brother was on the other side of town doing something dubiously legal at best, dead in a ditch at worst – all wide eyes and scuffed elbows and lopsided grins. You let yourself remember the way he’d ramble about his day after you picked him up from school, and how excited he was the first time you made it to one of his school’s sports days, and how he’d clung to you and sobbed the day before his family moved to the other side of the country. At the time, you’d been thankful to have one less responsibility, relieved that you’d never have to see Sukuna again. You’d been selfish, even for a kid.

The phone was in your hand in a moment, the call answered in another. You stood as you brought it to your ear, hoping that would be enough to block out Shoko’s mumbled cursing.

“Yuuji?”

~

The silence in your car was thick, nearly suffocating.

It’d been one of Yuuji’s friends calling from his phone – the dark-haired one with the monotone voice, barely audible over the blaring music of whichever nightclub they were standing outside of. He’d asked you to, in his own words, ‘come get your problem child’, and when you’d asked why Yuuji needed you specifically, he’d only handed the phone back to Yuuji and let you listen to a full minute of whining, your name the only coherent thing to make it off of Yuuji’s tongue. Shoko urged you not to go, and yet, twenty minutes later, Yuuji was slumped over in your passenger seat, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed in an uncharacteristic frown.

He was less talkative than he’d been on the phone. The clingier stages of his inebriation had passed, leaving room for a disassociated sort of passiveness that meant, even if you’d been brave enough to try and start a conversation, his response wouldn’t be anything worth that kind of effort. By the time you reached his apartment complex, the knot sitting at the pit of your stomach was equal parts dread and second-hand embarrassment, but you tried to keep your tone light as you turned to him. “It’s time to get out, Yuuji.” And then, when he failed to move, “You’re on your own from here.”

He looked at you, eyes unfocused and hands folded almost childishly over his lap. You softened more than you should’ve at the sight. “…do you need help getting home?”

A second of thought, a quick nod. You shouldn’t. You knew that you really, really shouldn’t.

And yet, somehow, you found yourself in front of Yuuji’s door, fussing over the lock as Yuuji clung to your side, his face buried in the dip of your shoulder. He was cooperative enough; able to stand on his own with minimum swaying but not so lucid that it took more than a gentle suggestion to lead him to his bedroom, where he was more than happy to collapse onto his unmade bed. With a shaky exhale, you turned to leave, but something caught on your sleeve – Yuuji’s hand, when you could bring yourself to check.

“Stay,” he mumbled, his voice dampened by the sheets his face was buried in. “Please?”

You felt your throat go dry. “I can’t.”

You expected him to go shrill and whiny, but he proved to be a touch more mature than the ten-year-old you used to babysit. Rather flatly, he asked, “Why not?”

How were you supposed to answer that? Would it be good enough to say that you didn’t want to, that you couldn’t spend your night looking after a drunk kid you’d known a decade ago, that you’d already done more than you should’ve just by giving him a ride? Was it worth trying to talk to him at all when he could barely hold his head up? Would it do anything to soften the burn of the bile rising into your throat to point out that, the last time you’d been in the same room as him, he’d tried to—

No, it wasn’t and it wouldn’t and you had to leave. With your heart racing in your chest, you tried to jerk yourself out of his hold, but his vice-grip only grew tighter, his head rising up from the mattress just enough to let him stare at you with those big, bleary eyes. “Why not?”

“Yuuji, this isn’t—”

He was so, so much stronger than he had been, the last time you’d seen each other. One second, you were on your feet, at his bedside, and the next, you were on the floor of his bedroom, forced onto your hands and knees while Yuuji’s body pressed into yours from above. “I love you,” he said, his voice as steady as it’d ever been. “I love you, and I—Fuck—” He panted against the back of your neck, something uncomfortably stiff grinding against your ass. “It makes me so fucking hard when you say my name like that.”

A hand slipped under the hem of your top, his palm pressing into the small of your back. You moved to speak, then thought better of it, biting into your bottom lip as your anxious squirming turned to full-blown struggling. Yuuji only laughed, the noise airy and affectionate, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you that much closer to him – making it that much more impossible to get away. His free hand worked clumsily at your top; drawing it up and over your head. You fought against it at first, but froze the first time you felt something stretch a little too far, heard fabric tear. This couldn’t happen, but you absolutely couldn’t be stranded in Yuuji’s apartment with no clothes and no way out.

With his face buried in the back of your shoulder, he cupped your chest, catching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb and pinching with just enough force to draw a low, strained whimper from the back of your throat. “So cute…” He nuzzled deeper into your neck as his touch drifted. Your skirt was drawn downward – a long piece, something you’d thrown on without much thought – then discarded completely, his own shirt wrestled off in the same motion. You felt his fingertips slip under the hem of your panties, but he pulled away and straightened his back, instead. For a second, you let yourself believe that he’d come to his senses, that whatever sick idea he’d gotten into his head had finally worn off, but the arm wrapped around your waist only drew tighter, hauling you off of the floor and into his arms. You were dropped unceremoniously onto the edge of his bed, and Yuuji sunk onto his knees between your open legs.

“I know you’ve probably slept with other people – aside from my brother, I mean. It’d be nice to find out you haven’t, though.” His tone was distant and dreamy. He was still drunk, but not drunk enough for how he’d been acting earlier. Not drunk enough for what he was doing now. He traced the pad of his thumb over your clothed slit, keeping a hand curled around your ankle to keep you in place. “I used to hear you with Sukuna – in his car, and his room, on the couch after you two thought I’d fallen asleep …” He trailed off into an airy laugh. “He likes to show off – always has. If he wasn’t my brother, I think I’d kill him.”

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss into the inside of your thigh before shifting his attention to your pussy; his tongue laving over the thin material covering your cunt. You were crying, now, openly and audibly – your choked sobs almost loud enough to block out Yuuji’s quiet groans and pleased grunts. However his obsession might’ve made him think he felt about you, your distress didn’t seem to affect his appetite. Your panties were pulled down your legs and slid into some unseen pocket. With the last barrier between you and him gone, he was free to trace his tongue over your slit, to latch onto your clit and suck in a way that made you want to bury your face in your hands and scream. You tried to – crossing your arms over your face, but any sound you tried to make was quickly strangled into a broken moans as his tongue fucked shallowly into your pussy. It was invasive, disgusting, but your body didn’t care. You felt cunt clench around him as his nose ground into your clit, his need for air irrelevant while he spread you open with his tongue. Your thighs clenched shut, attempting to block him out, but his only response was a reverberating groan – and hand on your thigh encouraging you to squeeze him that much tighter.

You couldn’t tell which you hated more; the unwanted stimulation or the fact that your body was reacting to it, heating up where you needed it to go cold. As he sunk further into you, ate you out like a beast starved, you clenched your eyes and willed yourself to go numb, to ignore the sloppy sound of your slick on Yuuji’s lips. It was useless, though, as futile as trying to ignore him in the first place. Your back arched off the bed, legs twitching where they hung limply over his shoulders, and—

 —and Yuuji pulled away with a sharp gasp. He was on top of you before you could process that he was moving, his mouth crashing into yours before you could think to avoid him. The kiss was brutal, rushed; all teeth and tongue and lips shoved against yours with enough force to bruise. The only hint of tenderness was the soft, satisfied noise he let out as his tongue raked across yours, the bright grin painted across his lips when he drew back from you. “It’s alright.” He brought a hand to your cheek, cupping your face and brushing away tears with his thumb. “I’ve slept with other people too, ‘cause I knew I’d need a little practice to catch up with you. Could never go all the way, though. I just thought about you, and…” He blushed, simpered, like he thought he could pass himself off as the shy, lip-biting schoolboy with your slick coating his chin. “I guess I just didn’t really want anyone else to touch me. Not when I knew I’d see you again.”

A horrified sob bubbled up from somewhere deep and primal in your chest. Yuuji didn’t seem to hear it, only sighing as he pressed a lingering kiss into your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything,” he muttered, his hands falling to your waist. “I want to take care of you, tonight.”

You watched in stunned, paralyzed horror as he pushed himself to his feet, as he hastily worked off his jeans, his boxers (the dark material already notably stained with proof of his arousal). You made one more feeble attempt to squirm out from underneath him, to get away before his attention turned back to you, but confused and betrayed and so, so exhausted, you didn’t stand much of a chance against Yuuji. All he had to do was glance your way, his expression as warm as it was soulless, to leave you helpless against him.

He was eager enough not to reposition you, not to draw this out with the pretense of romance. With one hand on your hip and the other planted near your head, he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance and forced himself into you, bottoming out in a single thrust.

It was agony – pure and unrelenting. Any semblance of gentleness, of restraint fell away as soon as Yuuji was inside of you, as soon as your hyper-sensitive cunt clamped down around his cock. He cursed under his breath before collapsing, his chest pressing into yours as he tried to bury himself that much deeper inside of you, to chase the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth. As hard as you tried not to think about Sukuna, Yuuji hadn’t been lying when he said they were alike. He was just as insatiable as his brother had been any time you let him but his hands on you; just as rough in the way his hips ground into yours between sporadic thrusts. There’d been bruises, the next day. At least Sukuna had been the type to make sure he was gone by the time the damage set in. You doubted Yuuji would be so kind.

“I—I’m sorry,” he managed as he buckled into you. Panting against the dip of your shoulder, he took your hips in his hands and dragged your ass of the mattress, his brutal pace stuttering as he found a new angle to abuse. “Next time—I’ll be gentle next time, I just need to—”

His cock hit something soft and sensitive inside of you. Reflexively, your hands shot to his back, your nails finding skin and tearing. The moan Yuuji let out in response was nothing short of sinful; hitched and guttural, ragged and loud enough to block out the wet, slick sound of his cock pumping into your cunt. “M—” His hand wraps around your thigh, catching you under the knee and dragging it towards your chest, letting him fuck into you that much deeper, that much faster. His face never left the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid to give you space to breathe. “Mommy, ‘m sorry, I need to—”

His teeth sunk into your throat as something hot and thick flooded into your cunt, as your body went stiff and your vision burned white. While his climax was sudden, intense, the peak to a decade’s worth of patience, yours had to be dragged out of you despite your attempts to hold it back, to deny yourself pleasure in the vain hope that it’d somehow be able to convince Yuuji to stop what he’d already finished. It seemed to hold you there in that state of dark, distorted euphoria for minutes – Yuuji’s movements turning slow and languid as he nursed you through your orgasm.

Eventually, mercifully, he went still, going limp above you with his canines still planted in the curve of your neck. If there was any pain, any other unwanted burdens he could force onto you, you were too lost in your own despair to notice, too distant to feel anything other than the mildest tinge of dread as he pulled back, raising his head just far enough to stare down at you, adoration heavy in his eyes and his grin wide and love-struck.

A small, naïve part of you found the sight suffocatingly familiar, while the rest could almost convince itself that you were looking at a stranger.

[dark-konohagakure2]

How about Edo Tensei Hashirama and Tobirama kidnapping and breeding Sasuke’s virgin older sister when they come across her? Hashirama is kinda obsessive and thinks he’s in love because she looks so much like Madara, while Tobirama is that much more savage/abusive with her for the same reasons. (hatefuck, noncon, cnc, mindbreak, loss of virginity, size difference bc they’re both giants, belly bulge)

tw: noncon, threesome, Edo Tensei, size difference, double penetration, past HashiMada, breeding, discrimination, hatefucking, abuse, belly bulge, slight yandere

All characters depicted are 18+

When Hashirama and Tobirama are brought back into the world via the reanimation jutsu, they quickly realize that the famous Uchiha clan has gone nearly extinct and each have different feels about the matter, Hashirama is deeply saddened, while Tobirama barely tries to hide his schadenfreude, but when the two of them discover the only surviving female of the Uchiha clan, who bears a striking resemblance to someone from their past, the brothers both have very different reactions, but very similar intentions.

As the two brothers corner her, Tobirama can't help but roll his eyes at the noticeable blush on Hashirama's face and the even more noticeable bulge in his pants, he had always suspected that his elder brother had a thing for Uchihas, although to be fair, so does Tobirama, but their shared Uchiha fetish manifests in difference ways, Tobirama's is about domination and hatred, Hashirama's is about a genuine love and attraction towards the Uchiha clan's members.

Tobirama is incredibly harsh, biting down on her shoulder roughly as he pumps his cock into her, growling insults into her ear and letting her know exactly how much he loathes her clan, and how this is the fate that the females of that cursed clan deserve.

Hashirama is much more gentle throughout encounter, unnerving her with how gentle and affectionate he is towards her, even as he bullies his thick cock into her pussy alongside his much less gentle younger brother.

"Ah~ Oh you're just too cute, my dear~ and you look just like someone very dear to my heart too, that just makes you even more enticing~!"

Both of them are very big men, and their cocks are big as well, so they stretch her out and fill her to the brim, with Hashirama lovingly taking her from behind while Tobirama savagely pounds her from the front, her stomach bulging with the shape of their cocks from just how deep they are inside of her.

Hashirama will scold Tobirama for being so rough with the poor girl, reminding him that she's very precious, being both the last female of an extinct clan and the spitting image of their dear former 'friend', but Tobirama will retort, emphasizing that he's only being so brutal because of those very reasons.

The juxtaposition between how the brothers treat her is almost unsettling, Hashirama is cooing praises into her ear, his thrusts deep yet gentle as he calls her his good girl, while Tobirama is using her like an unvalued toy, harshly hitting her womb with his cock at a rapid pace while telling her how much he detests her, and how someone as tainted as her deserves such unkind treatment.

Despite both being reanimated, they're still capable of cumming in this state, which they do, a lot. The two of them both cum inside of her fertile womb multiple times, filling her up to the brim with their superior Senju cum.

"Take that, Uchiha filth. This is what you deserve for being from the same clan as him, and get used to being filled up like this, because you belong to us now."

Hashirama is more than happy to have a substitute Madara that he can spoil and love, while Tobirama is glad to have an Uchiha to torment, so for once the two polar opposite brother's are in agreement on something.

[elssero]

project partner

k.bakugo

-in which you and bakugo get paired to work on a school project together ,sfw. angst!!!!! tw no happy endings ..

maybe you should’ve been paying more attention but your hero analytics class was so boring you genuinely couldn’t stop yourself from getting distracted.

it’s not like the view outside the window is any more interesting- at this point your just looking at anything in an attempt to drown out your teachers voice.

you catch a pair of birds on a tree outside- watching as they shuffle around each other awkwardly. god you wish you were one of those birds right now. you really hate this class.

“and yn, you’ll be partnered with uh- bakugo.”

wait what?

oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

you don’t even know what you’ve been partnered to work with him on? some sort of fake hero interview? god could your day get any worse.

you did not like bakugo. not one bit.

you didn’t like his ‘better than everyone’ attitude. you didn’t like the constant stupid scowl on his face. but most of all you didn’t like the way he spoke to your friends.

at the beginning of the year you’d made a conscious effort to befriend most of your classmates. never shying away from a conversation and offering your assistance whenever needed.

you knew what it was like to be strong, you’d always been a step ahead, seemingly excelling in everything you did. you guessed you had that in common with him.

however, what you didn’t have in common with him was his treatment of your classmates. you had never once wanted anyone too feel inferior to you, even if they were.

sure you were teasing- often joking around with many of your classmates but it was all in good faith. nothing like the actual insults bakugo often hurled at them.

you didn’t like him. not at all.

staring at aizawa with wide eyes he only gives you a shrug. you have absolutely no idea why he thought it would be a good idea to pair you and bakugo together- you’d never even spoken a word to each other in this class.

after reading out the rest of the pairings he dismisses the class, encouraging you all too make plans with your partners about scheduling time to work on the project he’d just given you, explaining you had a week to hand in two fully fledged professional looking interviews, one of your partner and of yourself with the other playing the interviewer.

you weren’t worried about your performance at something like this, being friendly and talking to people had never been a problem for you- at least not until it came to the blonde who was now making his way towards you. his signature frown on his face.

he huffs as he attempts to make himself comfortable in the seat next to you, still somehow looking incredibly uncomfortable.

you glance around at the other pairs in the room. brewing with jealousy as you see everyone already getting along- seemingly paired with someone their known to be friends with.

the boy beside you attempts to speak before you cut him off-

“okay look- i don’t want to be here any longer than i need too and i’m sure you don’t either.” you would normally grimace at the harsh tone of your voice- except it’s bakugo, so instead you continue on.

“i’ll spend tonight watching recent hero interviews too see what types of questions are currently trending, i’ll put us both together a series of questions we can ask each other.”

it’s better you do all the work, it means he can’t surprise you with some stupidly rude question. you don’t have to get along with him. you just have to do the project- get a good grade and go back to ignoring him.

“send me a copy of your schedule so i can work out a time that suits us both to film the interviews- they shouldn’t take too long, most interviews only last a little under an hour now a days.”

you don’t look at him as you speak to him, instead opting to drawing little cats in the corner of your page as you explain your plan to him.

“oh um- okay.” he pauses slightly before continuing speaking. “yeah- um i’ll send you my schedule.”

that was oddly easy? of course your glad he didn’t fight you on this, but to say you weren’t expecting at least a little challenge would be a lie.

deciding not to dwell on his weird behaviour you take this as a win- you get to dictate your entire project which is obviously what you’d rather. when the bell rings to signify the end of the day your beyond thankful to it for getting you away from the increasingly awkward silence your having with bakugo at the moment. getting up you don’t even bid him goodbye as you meet up with your friends while leaving the class to make your way to the dorms.

it’s jirou and mina you meet at the doorway- immediately accepting their invitation to join them on their walk home.

the walk isn’t long- you listen as your friends catch you up on the work they’d done with their partners during class- expressing their excitement to work on something more media based.

“so uh- how’s having bakugo as a partner?” you roll your eyes at your pink friend. it’s no secret that your not a fan of bakugo. infact you go out of way to make it very clear to your friends your feelings about the boy.

“it’s weird. he’s totally letting me do all the work- of course i’m not complaining but i thought he’d try to argue with me with at least once.” explaining how he’d acted to your friends you feel just as confused as you did in class.

“wait- you mean he didn’t argue with you once? not even a single time?” confirming minas question you keep walking. it is weird. you don’t think bakugo has ever done a paired project without being utterly horrible to whatever pour soul had been paired up with him.

“i mean are we really surprised? i can’t think of a single time he’s ever actually insulted you.” you look at your purple haired friend as she talks. she’s right.

you don’t know why, but since the beginning of first year bakugo had never once said anything mean to you. not since you’d kept up with him on the quick assessment on your first day.

it’s weird. god it’s so weird and your grateful someone else has noticed it. he’s always so mean. never thinking twice before hurling abuse at the rest of your class while he seemingly never even thinks of throwing some at you.

you rather it that way. it gives you the perfect excuse to never have to speak to him.

“wait your right…” mina currently looks deep in thought before a sly smile erupts on her face. “maybe he’s got a crush!”

you can’t help the laugh that bubbles in your chest. bakugo?? a crush?? even the idea sounds crazy. not once in your three years of being at UA had you ever heard of bakugo even being remotely interested in anything like that with anyone.

“bakugo definitely does not have a crush on me- are we sure he even has a romantic bone in his body?” jirou beside you laughs at that, a small chuckle escaping her. “it’s not the craziest explanation- maybe he’s got a soft spot.” you shoot her a kidding glare.

“don’t be silly guys. i’m sure there’s an actual reason- maybe he just can’t think of anything bad to say about me.” your thankful when the girls next to you both burst into giggles- giving you and opening to change the subject.

the idea scratches the back of your head the whole walk. you can’t stop thinking about it as you make your way into your own dorm, showering and changing before beginning to work on your project- your thirty minutes into the most recent mirko interview when you decide you need a break.

dinner. that will definitely solve your problems. your just hungry.

making your way into the kitchen your hopes of getting your mind off bakugo are immediately shut down as you see his figure behind the open fridge door.

for fucks sake.

it’s too late to turn around now. sucking it up you made your way over to one of the cupboards before taking out some bread- you’ll just make a sandwich. something quick to get you the fuck out of this kitchen.

you nearly make it out- your so close.

“so uh- how’s the project going?” your being punished. your now completely certain someone out there has something out for you.

“um yeah it’s going fine- i have your questions all written out i’m just getting started on mine.” you forced to look at him quickly when you place the bread back into the cupboard. it’s clear he’s just back from a very intense work out. the sweat in his hair makes that evident. he looks good.

what the fuck? you turn away quickly before he notices your quick stare as you pack up your food ready to take into your room.

“you did my questions first?” there’s a slight surprise in his voice as he questions you.

“uh yeah it was easier. there’s a lot more male heros so it was easier to find interview questions compared to females.” it’s a logical explanation- you miss the way his expression drops slightly when he listens to your reasoning.

“is that all your having to eat?” this is weird. is he making fun of you? no that’s not it. there’s not a mean tone in his voice- instead it’s something like concern.

“i’m not really hungry. just wanted a quick snack-“

“you should eat more.”

you need to get out of this kitchen. why is he being so nice to you? okay maybe he’s right. a sandwich is definitely not a hero course student meal but your currently far to confused and far too tired too care.

“goodnight bakugo.”

you don’t wait for his reply as you quickly make your way to the door, desperate to get away from whatever the fuck is going on right now. you debate making your way to minas room to debrief what just happened but decide against it. she’ll probably attempt to try and convince you about her stupid crush theory again and there’s absolutely no way that’s true.

the after effect of your late night hits you like a truck in the morning, after groggily getting up and forcing yourself to get ready you rush to class- nearly missing the bell while you step in only a few seconds before your teacher.

you spend the entire period in complete silence- focusing mainly on keeping yourself awake long enough to get home and go straight to sleep. your keeping your face up with your hand while it threatened to fall when you receive a note from your left.

you okay? you look like your seconds away from biting your desk. -k.b.

why on earth did he sign his initials on this stupid note as if you didn’t just watch him place it on your desk. you decide to take a minute to calm yourself so you don’t end up writing him back a mess of profanities.

you don’t even reply at all, deciding instead to crumple the note up extremely loudly before placing it in your pocket. you miss the dejected look on his face but you do hear the scoff. that bitch.

you can’t wait for the end of this stupid project, hoping that by the end of it you and bakugo will be able to go back to how you were before. he can go back to terrorising the rest of the class while you go back to ignoring him.

it’s beyond weird that he’s starting to talk to you. you assume he feels obligated because he’s your partner but you’d rather he just ignored you outwith strickly work related conversations.

your packing up for class when he nexts approaches you- placing a piece of paper in your hand as he walks by your desk.

“it’s uh- it’s my schedule.” right. you did ask him for that didn’t you? did he put this together last night? it’s extremely detailed- compiling exactly what he does everyday seven days a week, even having slots for studying and meal times.

scanning it over quickly you realise the only free time you share is saturday afternoon- tomorrow.

that works. if you get your interviews completely done during the weekend it means that this weird situation you’ve found yourself in with bakugo will be over by monday- it’s perfect infact.

“i’m free tomorrow afternoon too- i’ll meet you in the common room at 1 and we can spend a couple hours on it. hopefully we can have it done before dinner.”

“yeah um- that’s fine i’ll meet you at 1.” okay great. you take note of the fact this is the second plan you’ve made without bakugo arguing with you.

you leave the class in speed after that- wishing your friends a goodbye as you let them know you won’t be walking with them today, wishing to run straight to bed as your far too tired to spend time with them right now.

it’s hours later when you finally wake up- 7pm your clock reads. you’d really hoped that you would just have been able to sleep though the whole night- it seems the universe has other plans for you as you hear your stomach grumble. great.

your making your way down to the common room when you hear a mixture of voices from behind the wall.

“yeah it’s great- but bakugos the luckiest for sure. he’s working with yn on this and she always does well on this shit. maybe it’ll bring your hero media grade up.” it’s kaminari you hear first. your ears perk up when you listen to a mention of your name.

“yeah bakugo how is it? it’s gotta be great working with her. i’m totally jealous.” you manoeuvre quickly to hide yourself fully behind the wall now. they’ve not realised your here yet. you intend to listen fully to what they have to say about you.

“it’s alright- i guess.” you wish you could say you were surprised but alright? if he calls doing all the work for alright then you’ll never do anything for him ever again.

“come on bakugo there’s got to be more to it than that? you finally get her to talk to you yet-?” huh? what does he mean by that? finally getting you to talk to him?

“shut up shitty hair- it’s- no i haven’t!” he’s getting increasingly more frustrated as he continues.

“every time i attempt to make conversation she shuts me out completely. i- i don’t even know what im doing wrong.” his voice sounds rejected as he finishes his sentence. he’s been.. trying to talk to you?

why? it’s the first thing that crosses your mind. why after years of being in the same class- years of mutually ignoring each other why would he now make the decision he’s interested in talking to you?

you can’t listen to any more of this. forgetting all about your hunger you hastily make your way back to your dorm- attempting not to draw notice to yourself.

somehow finding yourself more tired than you were when you first made your way downstairs you flop yourself onto your bed with a confused sigh.

you just don’t get it. trying to wrack your brain for reasons why bakugo would all of a sudden decide he’s interested in you- you fail to find a logical reason.

maybe you should just sleep it off- after your interviews are done tomorrow you won’t have to speak to him ever again if your luckily. you can spend your days avoiding him during classes and in the corridors. it shouldn’t be that hard.

his friends words repeat in your mind. finally get you to talk to him? had he been interested in you for awhile? and for what?

maybe he had been looking for something to make fun of you for- it’s the only explanation you can come up with.

forging yourself to stop dreading over it you take that as your answer. bakugo katsuki is attempting to get close to you so he can find something to poke fun at you for.

you know in your mind that’s not it. even in your tired state you realise that the excuse your giving yourself isn’t the truth. however your far to exhausted- and apparently still hungry to let yourself stress over it any longer as you fall back into sleep.

your alarm wakes you up at a sharp 10am. it’s your emergency alarm for when you accidentally sleep in. fuck.

you have three hours before your supposed to meet bakugo and your already riddled with anxiety over it. waking up late forces you to miss your work out for the third day in a row- maybe you’ll be able to get one in later tonight.

opting to just start getting ready your able to take your time- an outfit choice isn’t needed, you’ll need to wear your hero costume if your doing “hero work.”

it’s 12 when you begin to start thinking about getting something to eat- your ready to leave now, your aswell heading down to the kitchen early.

your heading to your door when you get a knock, opening it expecting it to be one of your friends your shocked when you see- bakugo?

in his hand is a brown bag- the little logo of a local bakery is crumpled but you can still make it out, in the other is a coffee of some sort.

“you didn’t eat last night. picked you up something after my run.” of course he’d went on an early morning run- your almost jealous of his work ethic.

he got you breakfast? it smells good. you can’t remember the last time you went to that little bakery, you’d forgotten how much you missed it.

“how’d you know how i take my coffee?” his eyes shift to the floor at your question- nervousness clearly evident in his voice.

“i uh- i asked raccoon eyes. she said that’s always what you get.” of course he went to mina- it’s not wonder she keeps making crazy assumptions about the two of you.

you offer his a small smile when you answer him- maybe the first you’ve ever given him. “thank you bakugo.”

his eyes go wide at that- “um yeah it’s no big deal- i was getting something anyway.” did he eat it already? your foods still warm- it feels as though he ran straight here after getting it.

“you ready to go?” your snapped out of your trance when you tell him yes- picking up your bag you make your way to the training room that had been set up specifically for this project.

it looks like a real interview set- in the middle of the room is a long table with two chairs- both situated with microphones with a camera catching them both in shot.

you begin to set up straight away- bakugo insists on working on your interview first as a thanks for doing the rest of the work and you take him up on the offer, settling yourself into the seat of the interviewee as he situates himself beside you.

he looks slightly different from how he normally does- less angry, you think. he’s really gotten himself into character- dressing himself a smart-ish shirt, he’s put on his reading glasses, he looks kinda cute.

the lighting of the set is definitely doing wonders for him- you just hope it’s doing you the same justice. he coughs slightly next to you- seemingly to get your attention.

“you ready to go?” he’s looking at you patiently- urging you to take your time.

“i’m good to go- just try stay on script yeah?” your joking with him- similarly to how you would your other classmates. maybe this project isn’t so bad.

he does infact follow the script perfectly in the beginning- opening up your interview- introducing you to the “audience” as he begins the questions.

it’s the usual stuff- questions you’d answered a million times. who inspires you? why did you decide to be a hero? what type of hero do you wish to be? blah blah blah.

“if we asked your friends to describe what it’s like to be your friend- how would they describe it?” you love questions like these- you feel it gives fans a real feel for not only you as a hero- but you as a person.

“i’m hilarious- obviously. but if we’re being completely serious i’d probably describe myself as helpful? i always find joy in being able to help my friends with things their struggling with- it helps i get too tease them about it too.” you flash the “interviewer” a smile to only be met with a deadpan expression.

did you say something wrong? you thought that was a perfect answer- it paints you as a kind but funny person. what’s his problem?

“why do you do that?” his interviewer tone is gone now- seemingly given up on his part.

“do what?” your voice is laced in confusion but in reality your angry. it had been going so well up until now- no arguments, no insults- just getting the project done and now your going to have to start the whole interview all over again.

“your nothing like that- at least not to me.” he’s grumbling as he says it- looking directly at you with that same frustrated expression.

“what are you talking about.” your firm when you say it- edging him to just get to the point of whatever tangent he’s about to go on so you can get back to work.

“you-? it’s just you! your fuckin’ friends with everyone- it pisses me off.” your mouth is slightly agape- what does who your friends with have anything to do with him? you don’t reply.

“it’s just- everyone fuckin’ loves you- apparently your so fuckin’ great to everyone but i can never get that out of you-“ anger is rising in his voice as he continues- getting more and more frustrated as he keep struggling to explain how he feels.

“your always such a fuckin’ bitch to me- always ignoring me- never giving me the time of day and everything thinks m’ fuckin’ crazy because your just soo good.” your anger is suddenly matching his- your such a bitch to him?? does he have any idea about the way he treats people?

“oh that’s fucking rich coming from you- your maybe the biggest asshole i’ve ever met. no wonder i don’t wanna speak to you.” your furious- who does he think he is?? that he thinks he can dictate how you act towards people.

“what?” the tone is his voice is changed now- the anger that was there a second ago seems to have vanished- now replaced with sadness.

“and you ignore me too!- don’t act like our lack of communication is all my fault.” now it’s his turn to be in shock- he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you act like this before.

“your right bakugo- i am a bitch. i’m a bitch to you because i can’t stand you. i don’t like you, not one bit. your a horrible classmate- i can only imagine an even more horrible person just going by the way i hear you speak to people.”

you take a deep breath before you continue- finally allowing yourself to actually look at him- your vision a little blurry from anger, but you can see it clear as day- the complete expression of hurt written all over his face.

you wish you cared- you wished you maybe felt a little empathy for the boy but you don’t- you can’t. you’ve listened to the way he’s treated people for years and now that you’ve started you can’t stop.

“you don’t do it to me- i don’t know why and quite frankly i don’t care. but i hear it, i’ve heard it for years and i wont shy away from it anymore- i believe you to be a bad person bakugo, you’ll make a great hero- maybe. but that won’t change the fact i truly believe you to be a bad person.”

he still doesn’t say anything- the hurt in his face somehow even more evident as the tears threaten to spill from his eyes.

“right.”

he gets up without saying anymore more- grabbing his coat as he makes a b-line for the door- leaving you alone in this stupid interview set.

he’s such an idiot- and too think he really had a chance- of course you would see him for as he was.

he loved you- he had for years.

and you completely hated him.

[livinahey]

Random astro obs bcs y not

Warning ⚠️ mentions of abuse and trauma

scorpio luminaries & luminaries aspect to pluto (especially harsh aspect) almost be always know when something/someone is gonna do no good to you. If they warn you ab something then just follow them. Bcs what they say is scarily often end up being true

Also, if from the first meet these natives STRONGLY dislike you even though you didnt do anything then yeah.... Youre the problem lol. No matter if youre everyone crush, everyone sweetheart, or whatever is that. Again, like I said before, they seems to always know when something/someone is not good

These natives can also scared of themselves bcs of this

I think we admire ppl who have our mars sign as their sun sign

Sag sun with water moon women makes the loyal partner 🥺🤧 be it business partner, in friendship, or as a lover. Don't leave them.

When you see mars square pluto native gets bad mood or even angry.... RUN

Bcs they can be so violent at that time and you dont want to see that

Same goes to cap moon 💀

Women with moon square bml (black moon lilith) always have the best glow ups ✨✨🤧 im so proud (and bit jealous lol) of you dear

Mercury in leo degrees (5, 17, 29) being sooooo charming. They be say "hi" only and you already weak(???) lol

Leo venus 🤝 cant go a day without boasting what they love, be it their hobbies, their job, their loved ones, their pet, or even the place where they live lol. So passionate

I'm not surprised if theyre the one that have many posts on their social media account

Ppl with big 6 at 6 degrees (virgo degree) can be seen as villain

Moon conjunct jupiter synastry: when the moon person getting humiliated/disrespect, the jupiter person be defending the moon person. Also, the moon person can have soft spot for the jupiter person

Natal aspects to sun i like are sun conjunct mars and sun-pluto any major aspects. The word "sexy" is literally made for them lol.

TW ABUSE

women with cap or cancer mars plsssss check again the man you choose to date or even marry. Bcs i often see these women end up experience being abused severely by their man in their relationship. Men often being intimidated by these women yet still wanna date them. These women do dating man that seems cool and amazing or even adorable person outside BUT UNFORTUNATELY it turns out that the man are the worst person ever. At worst case, the man's family dislike these women due to jealousy towards them. No matter how bad these women get treated by the man, the man's family will still defend the man and treated these women as if theyre the problem 💔

Also, these women can dealing with fucking crazy men that cannot accept being rejected by them atleast once in their life. Scary af

Gemini moon/mars are naturally funny without even trying ✋😭

Sag/pisces rising 🤝 always have ppl crushing over them and even become worshipping them

Libra rising are so beautiful and it seems unbelievable

Cancer rising and their terrible mood swing 🤕 yet still look like the most calm and unbothered person ever

Mercury-bml aspects culture is having what they say being questioned. And if they have sun-uranus aspects too then.... Good luck trying to understand them 🥴

Mercury-bml aspects is underrated funny placements imo. They be say questionable thing but idk i find it funny tho 😩

Scorpio rising and having traumatic experience/memories when they young that seems keep haunting them even until they become old :(

Also they often get disappointed by their family :( they can give all their family members a mountain of gold, being so kind to them to the point they forgetting their own needs and this scorpio rising still getting unappreciated & bad treatment. PLS APPRECIATE SCORPIO RISING IN UR LIFE !!❤‍🩹🫂 they are one of sincere people that often attracts evil eye that doesnt wanna see them being success

Whats with earth rising and having this disgusted/judging look 🥲

They can look at you normally and you will feel that theyre judging you even if they arent

Sag rising and leo rising 🤝 having beef with eachother

Same goes to taurus sun x gemini sun

Cap sun x virgo sun friendship be the weird yet funny pair

Every leo placement always have virgo placement in their life

They can have love-hate relationship with eachother tho lol.

And the same goes to every cap placement that always have aries placement in their life

You either love the opposite sex that has the same mars sign as you OR going "mehh" of them

Earth rising 🤝 secured financially. Maybe you never catched them worry ab not having money to save their life

Hey thank you for reading this so far!! I do these obs not bcs I wanna gain followers or what but bcs I found these things give me joy hehe ✌🏻 english isnt my first language so apologize for any grammar mistakes. be safe out there!! 🫂✨

[torutorubozu]

𝟎𝟑.𝟏𝟎.𝟐𝟑 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

just one more, shouldn’t be too hard, right?

a/n :: super short coz my brain ws mush :((

pairing :: sub!gojo satoru x dom!reader

cw/tw :: restraints, handjob, multiple orgasms, crying, reader was mean before, praise, pet names (angel, love, baby, pretty boy.), overstim, sub space?

satoru was so, so pretty at the moment. hands tied to the headboard, his silky white hair all messy, his beautiful blue eyes glossy from the tears he spilled, his skin glistening with his own sweat alongside the red marks you’ve left on him. his cock was still twitchy and covered with his own cum from earlier. you’ve been abusing that pretty cock of his for so long that you almost felt bad.

“i can’t- no more…” he mumbled between sobs, continuing until his cries filled the dimly lit room. “just one more, you can do that, right?” you cooed into his ear, giving it a soft kiss.

‘one more’ you’ve said that for so many times, but you really promised this is the last. “nooo… i can’t… no more…” he cries, letting his head rest onto the headboard. “i promise this is the last, okay, angel?”

satoru hesitantly gives you a weak nod. you smile at him, your finger slowly making its way to his length. he lets out a yelp as he jolts at your warm touch.

your fingers slowly stroked his cock, using the cum from his past orgasms as lube. “mmh… ah! ah! hurts…” he arms slightly pulls on the restraints as he squirms. you still continue to pump up and down on his cock.

you simply press a kiss on his forehead as a response, your pace is slow and steady, making sure not to hurt him more. all he could do is continue to sob at your touch.

“doing so good for me, love. you can do it, c’mon.” you softly assured into his ear, kissing his tears away, letting the salty taste linger in your mouth. he nods weakly once more, letting you continue to pump his pretty cock.

this felt so nice, yet it hurt so much. the sudden soft treatment you gave him after all the degradation and harsh treatments from earlier brought tears in his eyes. he was still tugging at his restraints, whimpering and squirming. “this hurts right, baby? it’ll be over soon, i promise.”

you fastened your pace, making moans spill out of his mouth. he kept his head down as he fixated on your hand pumping his length. satoru lets out sharp exhale as his body starts to tense up.

his legs were kicking, maybe trying to push you away, but he was too weak to actually do anything. you kept whispering praises and reassurance into his ears, calling him such a good boy, and telling him just how obedient he was.

he lets out a loud sob, tugging on the restraints more and more, with tears falling from his eyes more and more. his legs continue to shake. he clenches his jaw and mumbles incoherent words under your touch. his back starting to arch just like before.

his body continued to tremble, and he finally looked up at you with pleading eyes. “ahn- ah, ah-! i think i’m gonna-!” he cries, cheeks growing redder. “it’s okay baby, you can cum, you can do it.” you reassured him once more, gently letting your fingers run through his hair as you do so.

he lets out a sluggish groan as he weakly orgasms once more into your hand. feeling his warm cum all over your hand once again. satoru’s body starts to relax after letting it all out, falling back and laying himself onto the headboard. you pull away, showering him with kisses right after. “good boy, toru. you did well, you did well.” you praise.

you made your way to his restraints to let them off, freeing him. he falls flat on the bed. seeing all of the scratch and bite marks on his body, you felt a small feeling of accomplishment.

[koiiiji]

Hi, could you do Vinny Hong, Jay Jo, and Owen Knight smut headcanons? And maybe a oneshot for all? 👀 Thanks

yaaaaay, drafts from 2022🥳🥳

author's note ; i think vinny smut headcanons have been done millions of time, but who give a damn right? also… sorry for 2 years delay??? yay??🥲

tw ; obvious nsfw, MDNI, agless/empty blogs DNI

VINNY HONG - it depends about which Vinny are we talking about? the really first one, who appeared in 1st season? absolute piece of shit who cares only about his pleasure, not afraid to be harsh and leave some marks on his night partner's body. also probably staying in their apartments for night, only because he didn't want to came back to his, but just silently disappear in the morning, with no text back.

during his friendship with hummingbird he became more calm and learned a bit how to tame his own anger, he was chill, and only maybe could be sweet to someone he really like. but after all accidents with his mum, minu and everything that suddenly landed on his shoulders he became really distant. back then his sex drive was at lowest, intimacy was the last thing he wanted to think about.

and during his work with Juwon, and professional sport treatment, lack of money he had, he finally had his moments when he really wanted to have sex, especially after some hard trainings, after adrenaline was burning in his veins. honestly, after his drive slowly get back to him he thought he was able to deal with it himself, but as much as he trained more, as races became more extreme, Vinny understood he needed someone by his side to satisfy his hunger for intimacy, touches and warmth. yet, in current state he is more calm, assembled and know his body language better. don't expect him all sweet and caring, of course he will show some respect and sex would feel amazing, he is passionate lover. and that's the key word - Vinny don't want and don't need relationships, but he would be grateful if you will form some kind of friends with benefits agreement. as was said, he won't be sweet, but passionate, hungry and wild. be ready for intensive, ardent sex. 2-3 rounds maybe, with pauses between, he doesn't really care about positions, he comfortable with almost everything, but if in particular position he will feel more comfortable, he probably will do more selfish choice. also, if you in fact formed that kind of FWB relations you may expect little aftercare, like offered glass of water, or sleeping together in his or your bad.

JAY JO - also depends. from beginning his sex drive is really low, and he never was really interested in sex. yet, after Dom and Minu so disrespectfully broke into his room and opened Pandora's box, Jay may learned some new things about himself.

something like he was more to submissive or service dom position. he doesn't have natural talent in sex as Vinny have, so he needs to be studied, to show him how you like to be touched and pleased, giving him some reassurance about his work and moves. and even with some studying his sexual drive is still low, he can do it maybe once a week, maybe less, and still preferring positions like cowgirl. boy kinda lazy during the sex. but what he really likes about sex is how close you can be. honestly, he would chose hours of make out sessions over actual sex, simply because he is more comfortable with this - you two can be close, he can pleasure you, feel how turned on and frustrated you are, maybe in this condition even tase you a little.

all in all sex with him is really slow, vanilla and sensual, also due the fact of his size, because he needs and wants to spend some time to make it fit comfortably and smooth.

OWEN KNIGHT - and here comes the knight in shining armours. from the very beginning of his sexual life he knew what he wanted, how he wanted it, and with whom. Owen learned about his sexual desires really early and his sex drive is definitely higher than usual.

but i think the problems gonna start from the moment when he will learn that he can't have sex if he doesn't have feelings towards the person. it's not necessary to be romantic feelings, he needs some emotional connection, bond, with his partner, so in that case this gonna be the best sex you ever had. Owen is definition of perfection, he knows how to pleasure you right, how to use his body, how to use your body, so both of you can feel the peak of pleasure together. he can adapt to almost all of your wishes - want to be on top today? great, he is yours to ride on. feeling submissive and want him to take all control? Owen more than happy to agree. another day feeling all sweet and vanilla and want everything slow, passionate and step by step? he loves romantic evenings with candles, roses and silk sheets.

there are moments after trainings or races when he is more spurred then usual, so he became clingy and wishing to show more dominance, and you almost have no choice but giving it to him, otherwise Owen gonna be moody about it, but his is little piece of shit who will choose right moments to ask, so he almost never hear 'no' from you.

[yanderestarangel]

TW: hard dom!tomas, v!sex, degradation, overstimulation, rough sex, smut, dirty talk, pussy drunk!tomas, afab anatomy, ftm reader, eat out, painkink, breedkink, praise kink, creampie, porn plot, light soft aftercare in final cut .

You tried to close your legs once again, it had been hours since Tomas fucked you, eating out with his tongue connected to your pussy, he couldn't get enough of your taste, your moans and how sensitive you were for him — begging him to stop because he was going to cumming again, you were a crying, shaking mess, barely able to feel your legs, your knees were shaking as you stared at the ninja lin kuei's blue orbs — his tongue darted in and out of your sensitive, reddened flesh, smoke licked and licked each sweet juice coming out of your little cunt. "-So tight... so perfect." He moaned, his voice vibrating and making you cry out even more.

"-Are you already crying like a pathetic slut? How cute." Tomas whispered before deliciously capturing one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking and biting gently as he sent goosebumps across your skin, as he did so he began to rub his length into your wet pussy, sliding it up and down slowly at first, causing you both to moan horny.

Eventually, he positioned himself at your entrance, advancing forcefully but carefully. You gasped as he entered you completely, making you whimper and hold onto him tightly.

"-Oh fuck- you're a fucking cocksleeve." Your tight entrance gripped him tightly as your pussy contracted around his member, milking him for more—pounding you relentlessly, he grabbed both of your legs, spreading them further apart. Smoke's powerful fingers dug into your thighs as his hips moved in sync with his thrusts.

"-Do you like being treated like a prostitute?" Vrbada growled, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "-That's it, my little whore. Just a needy hooker for me..." You moaned loudly, your nails digging into the sheets as you arched your back, begging for more, crying in pain and pleasure, feeling the weight of your body of Tomas totally into you.

His hand slid down, grabbing your ass firmly, squeezing and slapping rhythmically, sending even more pain and lust through your senses, he consumed every reaction on your face, how desperate you were from the rough sex, you heard the wood of the bed broke, but Vrbada didn't care about the pieces falling to the floor with each movement.

"-That's a good boy... You’re strong, I know you can take it for me..." From behind you, his hand reached down between your spread legs, rubbing circles around your sensitive clitoris mercilessly. His fingers slid inside you, massaging your sweet expertly as he drove deeper into your core. Your walls constricted tightly around him, milking every drop of cum from his balls.

"-Do you like being my dirty little slut, I know you love it;" Smoke teased between harsh breaths. "-Moaning loudly like that, telling everyone how much you want this filthy treatment, Take all of me. Let me fill you up to the brim." He trapped your thighs with his muscular thighs, each brutal thrust sent waves of pleasure running through your body, making you scream his name over and over again.

Tomas could no longer resist the urge; his orgasm was quickly approaching — babbling about how he was going to breed inside your little hole, showering even more praise for you — when he felt close to climax, he withdrew his shaft almost completely before plunging back inside you, filling -a to the edge, you screamed his name, begging for more while tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving trails on your face. Your pussy clenched around him tightly, milking him for every drop of pleasure, making him cum faster than he ever thought possible, he held your body in place, as he watched you shake and cry from the intense act.

"-Shhh... It's okay, I got you baby, shhh... Calm down." After several moments, Tomas slowly regained control of his breathing and slowly withdrew from your overstimulated hole, his cum came out and soiled your skin even more, running from your pussy to your ass — leaning over you, he gave a soft kiss on your forehead.

"-I love you more than anything, I'm nothing without you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[xoxoladyaz]

It Hits Different This Time, Part 2

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie x Steve Harrington

TW: Mentions of alcohol, drug abuse

QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry that the last entry was so angst heavy, I promise this one provides some comfort! Eddie needed to take a big step here and he really, really does. Also, much love to everyone who commented, I've tagged you at the bottom of the post - let me know if anyone else would like to be notified of the next entry!

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It was another five days before Steve heard from Eddie. Another five torturous days of radio silence, only this time, there wasn’t anything online. No new articles were popping up saying he’d been spotted somewhere, no new TikToks of him meeting fans on the street. The rest of the band was MIA too; Steve had thought about sending Jeff a text to check-in but ultimately decided to wait another couple days. Robin had been texting with Chrissy, after all, and if something bad had gone down, she would know.

When Eddie did finally call, it wasn’t from a number that Steve recognized.

“I’m getting a call from Malibu.”

“Holy shit!” Robin sat up on the other end of the couch and shot him a look. “Okay, just breathe dingus, okay? It’s going to be okay, I’ll be here the whole time.” She squeezed his ankle comfortingly. “You can do this.”

Steve accepted the call with shaky hands and brought his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Steve.”

He shut his eyes and swallowed, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “Eddie.”

He heard Eddie let out a watery laugh across the line. “Do you, uh, have a minute?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Steve hummed. He physically couldn’t get an actual word out. 

This was it. Eddie was leaving, he’d cheated, it was over – 

“I’m in rehab.”

Steve’s eyes shot open. “You’re what?”

Robin started rocking back and forth. “Turn it up!” She hissed, and Steve obliged, turning up his volume so she could just barely hear what was being said. (Was this a private conversation? Yes. Did Eddie know he’d probably immediately tell Robin everything? Also yes. 

Was this news big enough to warrant having Robin eavesdrop?

Absolutely yes.)

“Yeah, I’m, uh, at the Promises Treatment Center in Malibu,” Eddie continued. “We got back about five days ago and when I saw your note, I – 

“Look, Steve,” Eddie continued, and his voice was choked up, like he himself couldn’t speak, “I fucked up. I’ve fucked everything up. You are – you said in that note that you didn’t want me to give up on my dreams, and you’re right, making it big and getting famous for my music was my dream for literal years. Because I kept thinking “once I get a record out there,” “once I go on tour,” “once I win a Grammy,” “once I get a million dollars,” then I’d finally be happy. 

“But it turns out the only thing being famous has done is make me pretty fucking miserable,” Eddie let out a harsh laugh. “But I was so goddamn convinced that this was it, you know, that I’d accomplished my dreams so I must be happy that I started taking whatever I could get my fucking hands on to make me feel that way. The thing is drugs and the alcohol and the parties never made it fucking last. It just made every other second that I was in the public eye that much worse.

“But I’d still made it, you know? I felt like I didn’t deserve to feel this fucking miserable. And everyone back home was so fucking proud and I didn’t want to let them down - ” Eddie paused for a few moments to clear his throat before continuing. “I didn’t want to let you down. Because Eddie “The Freak” Munson didn’t deserve you, but maybe Eddie “The Rock Star” could.”

Steve can feel his own throat closing up and he can barely see Robin’s face, his eyes are watering that bad. “Baby,” he sobbed. “I wish you’d told me.”

“Me too,” Eddie sniffled across the line. “I didn’t though, I just kept self-medicating and ignoring it, because that’s always worked,” he huffed sarcastically. “But then - ” Eddie cut off again, and Steve can hear that he’s trying so hard to hold back his own sobs, “then I came home last week and realized that I’d missed our goddamn anniversary because I was too fucking high and that you were gone and I just – I called Jeff and I told him to get me on a plane out here because you – you, Steve Harrington, you are the best thing in my goddamn life. And the only dream I want to chase now is the one where we get married and adopt some kids and grow old together.”

“Eddie,” Steve sobbed out again, and he heard Eddie start to cry too, and then suddenly they were crying together, even from hundreds of miles away.

“So I’m gonna be here for the next six weeks,” Eddie finally continued, his voice still full of tears. “I’m, uh, meeting with a therapist for a few hours every day and working through my shit. I wanna be a guy who deserves good things, baby. I wanna be a guy who deserves you.”

“What – what about the band?” Steve sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. A handful of Kleenex appeared in front of him. Robin must have gotten up to grab them at some point. He shot her a thankful nod and patted at his eyes; Robin nodded back and did the same, her face flushed that bright shade of red that accompanied her own tears.

“Murray wrote a provision into our contract where if one of us checks into rehab, then the band is instantly put on a two-year, non-negotiable hiatus.”

“But – what about your momentum, the label kept talking about it?”

“The label can go fuck themselves” Eddie practically growled over the phone. “Who do you think hosted the party where I first got my hands on the hardcore stuff anyways?”

“Babe - ”

“Murray said he was going to look into some sort of contract termination so we can sign somewhere else. And even if we didn’t have that thing written into our contract, we probably would have gone on hiatus anyways, or worse. That – the last leg was rough. Gareth was just as fucked up as I was and Jeff was fucking pissed. He kept having to pull Gareth out of orgies and shit while babysitting Phil and I too.”

“Did,” Steve swallowed harshly, “did - ”

“No, baby, never,” Eddie declared quickly. “Even when I couldn’t fucking see straight, you were the only one I wanted to be with. I honestly don’t even know who we were partying with at the end there, the label sent them for some PR shit, I don’t know. It’s just another reason why we want out.”

“Oh,” Steve murmured, “okay. Good. Or, well, not good. You know.”

“Yeah, baby, I do,” Eddie replied softly. 

They sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe. “I, uh,” Eddie started up again quietly, “I’m wearing the ring.”

“Yeah?” Steve found himself smiling despite the fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice was just as choked up as before. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Eddie - ”

“Look, I know, I know I hurt you so, so badly and I’m never going to fucking forgive myself for what I did, but I – you’re everything I want, baby. If I had to give up Corroded Coffin tomorrow for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. And I – I know I can’t expect for you to just, like, forgive me after the shit I pulled, but – will you be there, when I get out? Can I – I want to come home to you,” Eddie finished, and Steve could hear that he was crying again.

Steve looked over at Robin, who was wiping more tears out of her own eyes. They looked at each other for a few moments.

It might be crazy, but I think I want to say yes.

I don't blame you. I mean, this is one hell of an apology, especially from Mr. “I’ll Never Need to Go to Rehab Ever.”

Yeah. And I love him.

And you love him.

“I’ll be there,” Steve murmured reassuringly, and Eddie burst into a new wave of muffled sobs on the other end of the phone. “Just do what you need to do and come home when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting for home.”

“At home?” Eddie’s voice broke on a whimper.

“At home. I’ll even clean the bathrooms and everything,” Steve joked, and Eddie let out a loud laugh despite the quiet sobs Steve could still hear. 

“Really? You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, Eddie. I’ll be there. We can get through this.”

“Together.”

“Together. Because I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie let out an incredulous laugh again, “I love you so fucking much, baby. I’m going to marry the fuck out of you someday.”

“Save the sweet talk for when you get home, okay?” Steve could feel his heart settling in his chest, and whatever tears he’d had left to cry were all gone now. There was just the twinge of missing Eddie, but that would go away soon enough. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Eds.”

“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s answer was soft now. “So I, uh, get a couple hours to call people every day from one of the site’s phones. Can I keep calling you?”

“Please,” Steve heard Eddie exhale in relief. “Every day sounds perfect.”

“Good, good. I’ll have to, uh, use some of my time to talk to Wayne, but the rest of it is yours, baby. And Gareth, Jeff threw him into a different center too. His check-in was much less voluntary though.”

“Shit,” Steve winced. “Is there anything Robin or I can do to help?”

“Take Jeff and Chrissy out to a nice dinner and use the Amex,” Eddie snorted, causing Steve to laugh.

“Consider it done.”

“Good." Steve heard the sound of another voice behind Eddie. Eddie replied something Steve couldn't understand, but it was in the affirmative. "Doc says my time is up for today. My, uh, talk with Wayne took up a lot of time,” Eddie returned, and his voice trembled as he spoke. “But I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll see you in six weeks.”

“Yes you will.” Steve shut his eyes and imagined Eddie was standing right in front of him. Eddie with his riotous curls and holey graphic tees and tight jeans. Eddie with his rings on his fingers, with Steve’s ring on his finger. Eddie, standing across from him and smiling at him with that twinkle in his eye that had first caught Steve’s attention all those years ago. 

“I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll see you on the other side.”

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[bubblespalace]

How would the sakamaki brothers react to a father aggressively hitting his ten year old son in the street and nobody intervenes .

( btw i'm starting to get addicted to your blog lately💕💕)

Bubble: Hi!! Thank you sm! 😊 TW for this ask, subject matter.

"Hahhh... Why the hell is no one coming up to stop this...? I thought you humans were supposed to be sensitive to all that."

"Argh, Every time I see such a thing... It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Vampires are accustomed to harsh treatment as children, but you mortals... This isn't right."

"Oi! What the fuck are you doin' to the fucking little kid!!!! Let them the fuck go!!! I don't care if you're mortal, that's a fucking child!! Even I know how fucked that is!"

"Mortals... They confuse me deeply, some shy away from violence while others use it as if they're immortals themselves. I find this disturbing, get it out of my sight at once."

"Eh, there's a difference between messing around with a grown adult and a child... This brings up memories I do not wish to remember."

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! Get away from the kid, Jesus Christ!! Are you fucking okay? Hurt?"

[facioleeknow]

Risky gift ° Lee Minho+Bang Chan

You decide to misbehave and your boyfriends have to punish you to teach you a lesson ;)

Wc: 1245 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY, college AU

Tw: professor's assistants chan and minho, oral, deepthroathing, voyeurism, cum eating, masturbation, hard dom minho, soft dom chan, name calling, spitting

Part of my valentine's day collab!

Minho’s lips were hot on yours. His kisses were hungry, he wanted to consume you whole, he wanted to take you down and then build you back up. His hands raked your body feverishly. He was always like that, impatient and harsh while your other lover was the complete opposite, slow and sweet.

“Minho, we’re in the middle of the hallway, we can’t do this here,” you whispered to him, afraid that somebody might catch you. Minho just sighed and parted from you, his heat leaving your body.

“Let’s go,” his tone was harsh, feigning annoyance but his grasp on your wrist was gentle. You knew better than to think he was actually annoyed, he knew that making out in the middle of the hallway during class hours was risky and he would never expose you to that; sure he might’ve teased you about it but only to rile you up, nothing more nothing less.

Minho led you through the hallways of your college with purpose, he knew where he could go to avoid being disturbed. His study was his sacred place and something that came with being a PA. His hand twisted the knob and then closed the door roughly, without sparing a glance to the other guy in the room.

“Hey, baby,” Chan greeted you with a sweet smile and swiftly got up to plant a gentle kiss on your temple.

“Hey Channie,” you shivered at his touch. Your arousal was starting to coat the inner part of your thighs, going paintieless might’ve been a bad idea. Minho scoffed at the interaction.

“You don’t deserve that treatment, whore.”

“What did she do this  time,” Chan sighed at  the younger boy, his hands rubbing your back in soothing circles. Channie was always sweet.

“Show him, slut, get on the desk and spread your legs,” Minho’s tone was harsh and youo looked at Chan for comfort.

“Go on,” he gently reassured you. Your lower lip wobbled and you pouted at the treatment one of the boys reserved for you, but the wetness in between your legs told a whole other story.

You slowly sat on the desk and brought your legs to your chest. Normally every command would’ve been met with a swift reaction from you but you already misbehaved that day so why not go all out.

“I don’t have all day,” Minho’s aura was menacing, you knew he didn’t like misbehaving.

“Baby, do as Minho says, okay?” Chan’s tone was gentle as usual.

With your hands planted behind you for support, you slowly opened your legs to expose your glistening bare cunt, your skirt pooled at your hips. Chan sharply hissed at the sighed, his big warm hand landed delicately on your calf.

“No panties, baby?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He liked when you were daring. 

“It’s your valentine’s day present,” you felt hot and excited as the two boys eyed you like you were dessert.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he looked at the other boy with a raised brow. At the same time his hand moved from your calf to your knee, his thumb circled your smooth skin.

“Was spreading your legs during class and showing me your pussy in front of everyone also a part of the present?” he stepped dangerously close to you and gripped forcefully your other knee, a stark contrast compared to Chan, “ did you forget that this is only ours to look at?” 

Minho landed a harsh slap on your outer thigh and you whimpered.

“Is that true, baby?” Chan’s demeanor had changed but he was definitely less scary than Minho.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry baby, but this time I can’t defend you,” he let go of your knee and took a seat at his usual armchair, “punish her how you see fit, I’ll watch this time,” he talked to the other boy in the room.

Minho shot one of the most fiery and intimidating looks you had ever seen on him. His hand lifted and came in contact with your pussy delicately. His index and middle finger swiped slowly through your fold and played with your wetness. A small whimper escaped you, your eyes closed in an attempt to savor the small pleasure he was giving you. A harsh slap landed on your cunt.

“Get down and on your knees, slut.” He clearly wasn’t asking you and you struggled to get down from the desk without crumpling all of the documents on it.

Minho looked even more breathtaking when you were on your knees, you had never found an angle from which he looked ugly. Your boyfriend fumbled with his zipper and then took out his hard cock. Your mouth watered.

“Do you know what to do to stop?”

“Three taps on your right thigh,” you nodded. His hand carded through your hair. What seemed a sweet gesture quickly changed when he fisted your hair and pulled your hair. 

“Mouth open.”

He gathered the saliva in his mouth and harshly spat out. His warm spit slowly trickled down your tongue. A moan slipped your lips at his harsh actions, but you didn’t have time to beg for more because Minho shoved his dick in your mouth. You whined.

He felt heavy on your tongue, his taste intoxicating. The tip of his thick cock pressed at the back of your throat, your teary eyes on Minho.

“You should see her right now, hyung, she looks just like the whore she is,” he spoke to the other guy in the room calmly, like his dick wasn’t down your throat.

“Oh I can see her don’t worry,” Chan’s voice sounded strained.

“Eyes on him whore while I fuck your mouth or you don’t get to cum for a week.”

You looked at Chan. The sight in front of you made you whine and clench in need; your other boyfriend had his pants and underwear shoved down and slowly fisted his cock. As soon as you made eye contact with Chan, Minho began to fuck your throat, setting a brutal pace. You did your best to help send him over the edge and tightened your throat around his big cock. A moan escaped Minho’s lips, his facade slipping for a second.

Chan on the other hand was still leisurely stroking his cock, he clearly had no intention of cumming so quickly but he was enjoying the view. You raked your eyes over his body, he looked like an ancient adonis. He was spectacular.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Can you make him cum?” asked Chan, his hand picked up the pace slightly. You hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending sparks up and down Minho’s cock. Your tongue started swiping the underside of his cock slowly.

“You’re good at this slut,” Minho grunted, his head thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. You moaned again, pleased with his reaction.

“God, I’m gonna cum, be good and swallow it all.”

Minho pushed his dick to the very back of your throat, your nose brushed his pelvis. Hot ropes shot down your throat while Minho moaned and pulled your hair tighter in his fist. Your hands made contact with his thigh to help you stand up.

“Stop.” You froze at the command.

“Stay like this and keep my cock in your mouth for the rest of the day, if you want to act like a whore then you should be treated like one.”

[user-zvs]

'watching from a distance'

pt.2 here

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IN WHICH, Dazai decides to stalk and approach you for your allies on the PM or in this case fuck the answers out of you.

TW: stalking, rough handling, dom!dazai, slapping, biting, pet names, anal sex, fingering, cheating?.

A/n: I didn't finish bsd so forgive me😔

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*CHUUYA IS Y/NS BF*

It was extremely cold and late at night but you adored the scenery of the streets at night, especially after drinking.

The usual street you walked on was under maintenence, which meant you had to travel the long way. You turned up the street and into an alleyway while on your phone, looking at the GPS.

About ten minutes into your walk you kept hearing heavy steps ascending behind you, but when you turned nothing was there.y You started to walk faster when you saw a shadow in the blacked out corner where the trash was.

Your breath hitched as you heard the figure say something, you stopped in your tracks. The pounding of your heart got louder as you figured out what he said as you turned around.

"I got her."

That was your que to sprint towards your house that was just up ahead, you stumbled up the front steps and fumbled to unlock the door. Once you got inside you gasped as you felt a force push open the door, it was the man who you've been avoiding for awhile.

"What do you want from me Dazai?!" Your wavering voice cried out. He slammed the door causing you to flinch on the ground, he glared at you as he locked to door and took off his jacket.

"Anwsers. Where did your boyfriend go?" He questioned as he crouched to your level, you rolled your eyes at him. He turned watched as you stumbled out of fear towards your knife that fell, you grabbed it but Dazai kicked the knife out of your hand.

"Fucking ugh-" you cursed as you held your hand in pain. Dazai crouched again and asked you the same question, you spat in his face before grinning.

"I'm not tellin' you sh-" you growled. Dazai grabbed your face before picking you up over his shoulder.

SMUT AHEAD!

He slammed your upper body onto the bed, causing you to yelp at the harsh treatment, He stood over you. The brown haired male flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled off your pants .

"Now darling, where is he?" He interrogated before rubbing your ass cheek.

"Up your as- ugh~" you moaned, Dazai harshly slapped your ass before spreading your legs with one foot. He leaned over you, chest pressed against your back as he breathed down your neck before talking.

"Don't worry I've got all night sweetheart, so work with me, hm? Just like old times." He smirked before kissing your neck, his hips grinded against your ass as he did so.

"We fucked even after you left the port for anwsers~" you moaned loudly as Dazai bit down hard, you wiggled out of his grasp and crawled onto the bed. Dazai loomed above you before sucking and biting on your neck, hand roaming your body.

His free hand slipped into your underwear to feel how wet you were, rubbing your clit. You arched your back as he quickened his pace, making you groan. He stuck his fingers in and out of your gaping hole, you hold his hair as he drags his hands along your walls. "Dazai~"The curling of his fingers causing you to whimper his name

"Sorry for this dear, I'll buy you new ones~" he huffed, he tore your underwear off in one go. The fabric leaving a burning feeling on your reddened skin. Dazai unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, you watched him lower them as you unbuttoned your shirt.

"Hands. Now." He demands, you complied by giving them to him. He took the thin belt and tied your hands to the head board before kissing your neck and licking at your sweet spot.

"What the fuck! ugh fuck~" you threw your head back at the feeling of Dazai biting roughly and thrusting into you at the same time. His pace was slow but his kisses were rough, each stroke was agony as you waited for him to go faster.

"I'll only go faster if you tell me what I want to hear. What did he tell you before he left?" He whispers in your ear as he stops entirely, You groaned as he looked down at you grinning. "Chuuya said you'd look for him." You breathed.

"Good girl, when did you last meet?" He questioned, his pace quickened as you closed your eyes. You acknowledged the fact Dazai didn't have to do this, he just wanted to fuck you like old times.

"Ngh~ never- Dazai~" the feeling of his cock bullying its way through the walls of your pussy left you speechless. His cologne engulfed your sense of smell as he sucked on your neck more, you clenched around him.

"Lie again, I dare you." He said in a low tone, it sent shivers down your spine making you arch. He pulled out and untied your hands causing you to scowl at him, his face was serious as he flipped you over aggressively.

"What th-ugh~" you yelped as he sleps your ass harshly, he grabbed a fistful of hair before aligning his hard cock at your hole. You gulped at the fact you knew he was getting mad, he was harsh as he thrushes his hips forward.

"Good girls get treated nicely~" he groans. His hips thrusting into your ass, the room being filled with claps and moans. You tried to wave your have to slow him down but instead he let go of your hair and yanked your hand instead .

"Sl-slow down~"

"No, Take your punishment then I will." He remarks, your eyes roll back as he let go of your hand and shoved your head into the pillow. Dazai's hands harsh grip your hips and slap your ass leaving marks, his pace wasn't going to slow down.

Your face was buried into the pillows with each thrust, you couldn't stop making noises. "D-Dazai fuck~ slow down!" You whimper loudly. He ignored you as he felt you clenched more around him, signaling you were going to cum.

"That's it, hm? Good girl~" You came around his cock as you screamed his name. Dazai pulled out as the string of cum followed his stiff length, he picked you up and placed you on the floor.

You were on your knees as he sat on the bed, bringing his pants a little lower. His hand stroked it a few times before looking down at you. You crawled closer as he motioned his hand.

"You gonna tell me where he is?" He huffed. Thinking it'd be funny, you shook your head no as he grabbed your jaw and sqeezed it open. Dazai thrust his hips forward, You gagged on his dick before bobbing your head on his dick.

He threw his head back and moaned, you grabbed his balls and massage them as you greedily shoved his dick in his mouth. Tears rolled down your face as you forcefully choked on his dick, mouth full of him.

"Hurry up or chuuya will be back soon." He groaned.

You rolled your eyes, so he knew Chuuya would be coming here for a visit tonight. You heard Dazai loudly moan as he shor ropes into your throat, you swallowed it gracefully as he pulled away.

"SO you knew? Then why do all of this?" You scoffed. He lazily smiled before running a hand through his sweaty hair, thinking of what to say.

"I just wanted to feel you again, is that so bad?" He lightly chuckled. You hugged him as you sat on his lap, feeling his hands snake around you. "Who're you texting?" You questioned as you layer your head on his shoulder.

"Just opening a message that's all."

Little did you know he was texting Chuuya on his cellphone. Something along the lines of:

Dazai: just fucked your girlfriend, hurry here for round two

Chuuya: on my way.

[iwaasfairy]

no cs omg fairy my big big brain is working !!

what if atsuko wasn’t an only child? what if he had a little brother who loved mom too?? sibling rivalry??

tw implied incest, jealousy, manipulative tendencies on ko WhATS new

if atsuko x mom!reader had an even more complicated situation

Ryota’s eyes are dragged from the pretty shape of the falling cherry blossom petals with a force greater than him. He looks over his shoulder, hands tightening slightly on the bike handles— just in time to avoid Atsuko���s attempt at slapping him in the back of the head. As he dodges, he pushes the meathead away by the arm, and kicks out his leg at his shin. “Heard you coming, motherfucker.”

“For once,” Atsuko grins when he still manages to land a mostly good-spirited squeeze at the back of his neck, and the younger man’s shoulders jerk up in protection. When he falls into step next to him, they both turn the last corner as the warm, evening sun makes harsh shadows. “Don’t you have volleyball training to get to, brat?”

“Don’t you have some teachers to bribe, dick?” He sighs. “Practice is canceled because our captain is home with a fever.”

Ryota’s dark eyes stay on his brother’s face when the grin curls up onto it. Of course Atsuko doesn’t falter. “Ah. My good name got you into school without a scholarship- you should be thankful.”

As they’ve grown older some of the edge has splintered away from the accusations, and now only a smooth surface remains. One that keeps the peace. One that doesn’t leave bad impressions. The older brushes his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, before sliding his hands back into his pockets.

“Is Tooru getting mom anything for Mother’s Day?” Ryota asks after a brief break, and his brother just shakes his head.

“Well, except the usual… treatment on a holiday,” the lighter brunet’s mouth pulls into a slight line, absentmindedly scratching his arm, “I don't think so. No trip or anything at least, they just had their anniversary trip.” He doesn’t hesitate to swing an arm over his shoulder as he squeezes him under his shoulder. “And you can call him dad.”

That’s something he doesn’t feel the urge to respond to.

“Are you gonna do something?” He ends up asking.

The older man now frowns at Ryota, who raises a hand in flimsy protection. It’s not the first time he’s gotten into trouble for less. His arm slips off as soon as it came when he straightens up with a frown. Ko nii can’t truly think he’s subtle. No, in fact, there is no way that anyone with eyes can mistake it for anything else. Still Atsuko asks. “What kind of fucking question is that?”

“It’s a fucking question, anii,” Ryota bites back, frowning too now. It doesn’t last long before he forces it off his face though, seeing the house come up at the end of the street. You don’t like seeing them not get along— and for what it’s worth, when Atsuko’s not acting like a possessive tool, they get along fine. “D’you wanna do something with mom as a family?” He adds after a few seconds of silence.

Silence where Ko nii seems to mull his answer around in his mouth until it becomes acceptable to say, or maybe until the bad taste fades. He’s got a glint in his eye, and his mouth stays shut for too long. It’s almost like he’s debating just telling him after all. But the unspoken knowledge is enough, isn’t it? It doesn’t need to be more than that.

That way he can still pretend. Ryota laughs. “Right. Forgot you wanna have it be a private audience. Should I stay at someone else’s house for the day or can you control yourself?” Atsuko’s grin can’t be wiped from his face. If it was Ryota, he’d at least have some fucking shame about it.

It seems like that thought hasn’t even crossed his older brother’s mind. And without meaning to, he lets the slight sourness on his tongue fall out with a complaint, rolling his eyes. “You should probably re-learn about sharing. She’s my mom too-”

“Yeah?” The older basically skips a few steps ahead, before running his tongue over his teeth and grinning as he takes off towards their garden. “Too bad. If you wanted a bite you should’ve been born first.”

He makes a face. “That’s fucking gross, anii.” His bike clicks as he rolls it behind, and his eyes scan the green for you. Only one thing gets his brother that giddy- his eyes stop to run over you where you’re reaching up to the branches of the trees, and picking out some early apples. Atsuko tackles you into a broad shouldered hug, before picking you up under your legs and into him, and he can hear how your giggles echo the street. You look good, pretty. The sweetheart dress you’re wearing clings to your waist and with how Ko nii’s hands are glued to your ass, he does see it.

He’d have to be blind not to see it. You are pretty. You let Atsu kiss you on the mouth but pull back when the big fuck probably tries to slip his tongue in. Freak. Not that that stops the barrage of love the guy heaps on you as Ryota drops his bike onto the grass. You only pull away from where Ko’s pretty much biting kisses down your throat to aim your beautiful smile on him instead, and he can’t help but feel warmer when holding up his hand.

“Hi, ma.”

Your tangled fingers pull from Ko nii’s hand to reach out to him as you rush over on sandals and your love glitters at him when he gets close. It’s like a tidal wave that coats everything in heat, warm and soft and kind like you’ve always been. What Atsuko’s doing is fucked up, but he does get it. “Baby~” You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, and he lets his hands clench tight around your waist.

“I missed you so much.” He doesn’t pick you up, or kiss you, or basically make out with your neck— and you place a loving kiss on his cheek before wiping your hands on your dress. “Thank you for coming home, I know you’re busy at school.”

“It’s really- it’s fine. Missed you.” He doesn’t mean to stoke the flame, but as he looks up through his lashes he meets eyes with Atsuko. Who’s chewing his bottom lip to get rid of the ever so slightly agitated grin— that only tightens when Ryota finds himself winding his arms around you a bit tighter. Enough to pull you off your balance and make you laugh, before pushing away as you look between them both.

“Do you guys want to take a dip before dinner?” The sun casts the pool in perfect dappled light. “I took a dip earlier and the water is just right~ if you get the chance.”

Atsuko only waits a second before he reaches his hand back to you to stroke his thumb along your neck, then pulls you in when he softly tangles his fingers into the base of your hair. “I’ll go if you go.” You don’t hesitate to brush that off and roll your eyes, but your hand still lands on the lighter brunet’s chest. His eyes shift to where the younger brother is still standing in the front yard, slips his hands into his front pockets. “Ryota wants us to do something for Mother’s Day in a couple days… Any requests?”

The hand that’s still on your neck now moves down your spine, lower, lower- until it traces over the fabric to brush along the edge. When you don’t respond, your face turns to his questioning, and a bit shocked. But Atsuko isn’t. “What about a repeat of last year, mom?” He asks, and drops his lips to your temple after a self-satisfied grin. “Maybe I’ll keep it a surprise for now. I know what you like.”

He shrugs as he walks away with you still left in your spot on the deck— taps the door frame on his way inside. “Ryo’s back, dad! I’m gonna give mom a massage in the master bedroom. She worked so hard today.”

[kachowden]

No because I feel like Loren would be so easy to rile up, what if the darling was in a teasing mood and keep complimenting and praising him for the whole day "You're doing soooo good !" , " Omg you're so strong" , " You're such a good boy !!" just to see him unfold-

Tw: Degradation, Praise but kinda mocking, Reader put on their big kid boots for this, Loren is a masochist, I got a little carried away, Drama king Loren

<>. <3 .<>

The halls were empty, as were all the classrooms. It was late in the day, and west side of campus only contained 1 or 2 evening classes. In a particular classroom, the door was locked from the inside, and the sound of muffled voices peeked just barely from under the crack of the door.

“Y/n…..fuck- Y/n please….you-you’ve been torturing me all day…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The whine that retched itself from the jocks throat was criminally erotic. You hadn’t even touched the guy yet.

The 6’6 man was on his knees before you, in an empty classroom, his head nestled deeply into your thighs. You could feel his warm face through the material of your pants.

Loren wasn’t hiding how worked up he was. His back was hunched and his fists were gripping the nearby desks violently- desperately.

His breathing was heavy, groans and whimpers slipping through each exhale that burned into your skin.

Your fingers carded his spiked hair, only serving to ruin the poor boy further.

“Baby please…please I can’t handle this..”

Oh you could tell.

“But- sweetheart” another deep whimper that sounded more like a cry instead, “I thought you wanted me to compliment you? I mean, what with you constantly, trying to show off.”

Loren’s throat closed up at that. His shoulders tensed when he felt your fingers grip his hair slightly, a quiet moan slipping out.

“You make sure to highlight all your good features after a game…don’t you Captain? Especially if you know I’m watching. Don’t you think that’s mean? Trying to tease me in public?”

“I don’t-“ he rasped “I don’t know what you’re talking abou-“ you tugged harshly at his hair, bring his face up from the shield of your oh so soft thighs, and forcing the positively ruined young man to stare you in the eyes.

“Lying now?” You sneered, face leaning closer to the star players, who’s eyes snapped to your lips with a pathetic little whine, resulting in a harsher tug and sharp exhale. “I didn’t take you as the type to lie to me, Ortega.”

Holy fucken shit his legs were shaking.

You nearly laughed at the sight. The guy was massive. But he looked so fucken small at your feet. Practically begging you to touch him. Anywhere. Everywhere.

You could read him like a book. He was getting off to this. He was relishing in this treatment. You always suspected Loren to have a bit of a masochistic streak. What with the way he pined after you of all people. But you didn’t think it’d extend out into this type of setting.

Your smile was cruel, and Loren’s breathes got heavier as he anxiously pressed himself further into your leg.

“Ah ah ah, Ortega. If you want me to take care of you, you’re gonna have to be a good boy for me. You think you can do that? Darling?”

The moan that fell from his oh so kissable lips was practically porno worthy. His lips were parted right in front of you, gasping and desperately wanting to smash against yours, but submitting himself to your, admittedly weak in comparison to his own, grip.

His eyes were lidded and glazed with tears. Shining just as obnoxiously as they always did, when he looked at you.

“I asked you a question Loren.”

Pushing back a whine, the brunette swallows, nodding hesitantly. “Yea-yes. I can…I can do that y/n.. anything for you..”

Oh god did it pay to be pretty.

You laughed. It was harsh and biting and it made Loren practically melt. Each bit of skin was littered and goosebumps and sweat, he felt more out of breath than he had in his entire life and fuck he was not going to let anyone strip this feeling from him anytime soon.

He needed this.

Holy fucken shit he needed you.

“Good boy.”

He’d fucken have you too.

You discovered the campus jock was a bit of a messy eater that day.

[jjoongramini]

tw: drabble, smut no fluff, pegging, very rough and mean femdom, sub!seonghwa, degradation no praise, heavy overstimulation, crying, begging, quite scary

w/c: 0.9k

a/n: its 4am and well shit

"youre a little slut, aren't you?" you murmur to him as he slowly adjusts to the dildo you halfway inserted into him. he is on his back facing you, his knees pressed onto his chest, taking all the harsh treatment. your delicate fingers caress his soft cheek, wiping his tears. he moans pathetically, "please, please."

"please what, doll?" you say, gently sliding your fingers down his flawless skin. "please..." his weak voice shakes as well as his entire body, aligning with the cruel vibrations. "please, let me cum," he cries. he knows that if he came without your permission, you would give him no mercy.

"not yet," you chuckle, watching how defeated he shows to be. you love how weak he is. you love the way his own cock is coated with your own arousal from previously. you love the way you came four times tonight, while he has not at all.

"you're so small," you say, beginning to insert one finger beside your dildo to stretch him. you heard his breath fall short, growing silent at the sudden unforgiving feeling, and you smile. you insert two, and he grows stiff, tears now flowing out of his eyes. you insert three, and he bites his tongue, unable to take anymore. you attempt to insert a fouth one in, but he is too small for that.

once youre done pottering, you take away your hand to grab his tiny waist. you begin to move in circles. every bit of pleasure seonghwa ever feels never goes unseen; it shows in his expressions vastly. he moans with his lips closed, as though trying to stay silent to no use. it's embarrassing for how sensitive he is. you begin to notice certain angles which trigger him most, focusing on them. you pause, and start to slowly penetrate deeper towards the most influencial spot.

"please theretheretheretherethere," he muffles. his eyes widen when you begin to fully insert the rest of the dick inside of him, and he whines so loudly as he expected lesser of its size. he couldn't adjust in time.

with no regard for his comfort, you pull out and slam into the very sweet spot.

he screams, his cum poured everywhere. he attempted to hold it in, but he couldn't. it felt so good. he releases a cascade of beautiful wails before he begins to sob. the damage is done.

"i- im sorry," he mumbles. "please."

you dismissed his response immediately, pulling out slowly and thrusting into him again towards the very same spot. he screams so much louder, now trembling from the sensation.

"you're so fucking loud. you're a spoiled little whore, you hear me?" you say, and his only response was a silent wince. you vigorously slap his round ass. he moans, crying more.

"a spoiled," "fucking," "whore."

you punctuated each of your final words with a sharp thrust forward, seonghwa releasing loud yells at each one. you genuinely doubt if the entire neighborhood didn't hear him.

"ahh... please- please.. please go easy.. please," he mutters.

"oh, you can take it," you reply, and he moans to another thrust. "a shit like you could take it."

he clenches.

you then start to fuck him, finally. you pushed towards all his sensitive areas, abusing them.

the speed was moderate, yet to seonghwa, he is barely handling it right now. his couldnt help rolling his eyes back as he lets out the most broken cries, but he refuses to admit that it feels so good.

having applied too much mascara, he's a sobbing mess, begging and crying for you. yearning for your utmost love.

your thrusts gradually become strong, as though you're aiming to go the deepest possible. at this extent, youre abusing the spot against his prostate, ruining his inside, beating him as hard as you could. seonghwa's eyes are shut as he's wailing louder now, his moans deep every thrust and conveying his sufferage. his tears coat his cheeks. he sounds exhausted, yet overwhelmed.

until you strike a specific part with that strength, his eyes widen and his entire body electricutes. he releases a second time, and all the fluids spill everywhere. a chain of the loudest squirms fill the room.

his back arches against the sheets.

he cries out louder and higher in pitch. his narrow, red tongue slightly sticks outwards, following the leaking saliva and other fluids. his trembling begins to worsen, his body tense and struggling to get away from you.

"wait- ahh~~ too-.. too much-"

the mixture of sweat and tears running down his face and the sound of his moans grants you a sense of satisfaction. you feel like you have complete control over him as he lies below you, crying and begging you to stop. he is powerless and helpless, fully under your control. you know he likes this.

the tight grazing ropes binding his wrists shuffle above him, restricting him from his will to get away. as he begs for mercy, you begin to grant the opposite.

you thrust at a faster, animalistic pace. you watch his eyes roll backwards from the overwhelming sensation, tensing himself, holding in his voice to process the feeling. however, it leads to no avail; his silence was only temporary when he begins to squirm louder than before, high sounds he never thought he could make. he clenches on the artificial dick as though he is trying to milk you. you care to no extent, fucking all sorts of fluids into his tight little hole.

[goddessofvalyria]

RIDE OR DIE pt.2 | Aemond Targaryen x fem!oc

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

GIF di sabrinaacarpenters

Summary: Aemond Targaryen is the owner of a famous strip club, the Blue Pearl. One night he visits the club and asks for the best girl, unaware of the consequences of his choice…

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, She/Her pronouns, the fem!oc is named Maddy with long brown hair and blue-green eyes, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, SMUT, sexual tension, sex, sex, sex, drug use, Modern Aemond in Modern AU.

English is not my first language, be kind <3

This is my Masterlist

Words:

What will happen now that Aemond asked Maddy to go out on a date?

Read here under the cut!

She said "Yes" to a date with Aemond Targaryen.

Maddy stands in front of the small mirror in her bedroom, carefully applying the final touches to her makeup. Her long brown hair cascades over her shoulders, contrasting with the smooth, black fabric of her sheath dress. The dress is from Shein, simple yet elegant, hugging her curves just right, and paired with black heels that add a touch of sophistication. Her blue-green eyes, highlighted by her makeup, stare back at her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

As she applies a final coat of lipstick, the familiar sound of raised voices echoes from the living room. Her sister, Maya, is yelling, and from the tone, Maddy knows it's directed at their mother, Miriam.

"Maya, stop it! She doesn’t need this right now," Maddy shouts from her room, her voice carrying a plea.

But Maya’s voice continues, dripping with frustration. "Why can’t you do anything right? We’re stuck in this hellhole because of you!"

Maddy sighs, her heart sinking as she puts down her lipstick. She knows their mother’s illness has taken a toll on everyone, but it’s Maya who has changed the most. The weight of their situation is pushing her to a breaking point. Maddy quickly slips on her heels and leaves her room, bracing herself for what awaits her.

In the living room, Maya paces back and forth, her face flushed with anger. Their mother, frail and pale from the effects of her illness, sits in her worn-out armchair, her eyes filled with tears.

"Maddy, are you going out?" Miriam asks weakly, her voice trembling.

"Yes, Mom… I am. But I’ll be back soon," Maddy reassures her, trying to sound more confident than she feels.

Maya suddenly turns to Maddy, her eyes glinting with a strange intensity. "Before you go, there’s something you should know."

Maddy frowns. "What is it?"

"I spent all the money," Maya blurts out, her voice both defiant and guilty. Maddy feels a cold wave of shock wash over her. "What? Maya, what are you talking about?"

"The money we had saved… I spent it. But don’t ask me how or why. I don’t want to talk about it," Maya replies, her tone harsh and defensive.

"You did what?" Maddy’s voice rises, the anger and despair mingling inside her. "How could you? That was for Mom’s treatment, for us to get by!"

Maya avoids Maddy’s gaze, her expression hardening. "I said I don’t want to talk about it, Maddy."

"Maya, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Maddy shouts, her emotions spiraling out of control.

Their argument escalates, the tension between them bursting into full-blown yelling. Their mother watches helplessly, tears streaming down her cheeks, unable to intervene. The weight of their desperate situation has finally broken through the thin veneer of calm that Maddy has been trying to maintain.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Maddy grabs her small black purse and storms out of the apartment. She can’t face Aemond, not like this, and not here. She needs time to cool down, to gather her thoughts. She doesn’t want him to see the reality of her life, the poverty and the struggles she faces every day.

Maddy walks briskly to the bus stop, her heels clicking on the pavement. The night air is cool, and she takes deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside her. She has told Aemond to meet her in the city center, where it would be easier to hide the truth of her life from him. But when she reaches the end of her street, she freezes in her tracks.

There, leaning casually against a sleek black Porsche 911, is Aemond. He is dressed in a black shirt, leather jacket, and jeans, his appearance both sharp and relaxed, as if he is perfectly at ease in any situation. He looks up as she approaches, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that makes her heart skip a beat.

Maddy’s face flushes with embarrassment. Her neighborhood, with its rundown buildings and graffiti-covered walls, is a far cry from the kind of place someone like Aemond would be used to. She worries that he will judge her, see her as nothing more than the poor girl from the outskirts of the city.

But Aemond’s expression doesn’t change. He simply smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes that makes her feel a little less self-conscious.

"You’re early" he says, pushing himself off the car and walking towards her.

Maddy bites her lip, trying to hide her discomfort. "I didn’t want you to wait too long."

"I don’t mind waiting," Aemond replies softly, his gaze sweeping over her as if he can see right through her defenses. "You look stunning, by the way."

"Thank you," Maddy whispers, her voice almost breaking. She can’t believe how much she has wanted to impress him, how much she has hoped that this date would be different, something special.

Aemond opens the car door for her, and she slips inside, grateful for the privacy of the sleek vehicle. As they drive towards the city center, Maddy can’t shake the feeling that Aemond knows more about her than she wants him to. She can’t help but wonder if he has seen the argument, heard the shouting. But he doesn’t say anything, and for that, she is grateful.

The restaurant Aemond chooses is intimate, with dim lighting and a relaxed atmosphere. It isn’t the kind of flashy place she had feared, but rather somewhere that makes her feel comfortable. As they sit down, Maddy finds herself relaxing slightly, the earlier tension easing away.

Maddy enjoys the date more than she expects. Aemond is attentive, genuinely interested in what she has to say, and she finds herself laughing at his dry sense of humor.

But then, as the evening wears on, Aemond asks the question she has been dreading.

"So, Maddy, how did you end up working at the Blue Pearl?" His tone is gentle, but there is a seriousness in his eyes that tells her he isn’t just making small talk.

Maddy stiffens, her earlier unease flooding back. She looks down at her plate, her appetite suddenly gone. "It’s a long story," she replies, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I have time" Aemond says quietly, his gaze never leaving hers.

Maddy hesitates, the walls she has built around herself starting to crack. She wants to trust him, but the fear of being judged, of being seen as less than what she is, holds her back. "It’s just… things have been tough," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond reaches across the table and takes her hand in his. His touch is warm, reassuring. "You don’t have to tell me everything, not if you’re not ready. But I want to understand you, Maddy."

She looks up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. For a moment, she considers opening up, telling him about the struggles at home, the sacrifices she has made, the pain she has endured. But the words won’t come. Instead, she simply nods, squeezing his hand in return. "Not tonight, please."

“Not tonight.”

After dinner, Maddy and Aemond step outside the restaurant, only to be greeted by a sudden downpour. The rain falls in heavy sheets, the kind that soaks through clothes in seconds. Maddy shivers slightly as the cold droplets splash against her skin, and Aemond quickly pulls her closer, shielding her from the worst of it.

“Looks like we’re not going to get far in this,” Aemond says, his voice gentle but amused. “Why don’t we head to my place? It’s not far from here.”

Maddy hesitates for a moment, the offer catching her off guard. But the warmth of his presence, the way he has treated her all evening, makes her feel safe. She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “Okay, let’s go.”

Aemond drives them through the rain-soaked streets, the city lights blurring in the distance. When they arrive, Maddy’s breath catches in her throat. Aemond’s mansion is massive, a sprawling estate with towering walls and elegant architecture. It’s a world away from the small, rundown apartment she calls home. As they drive through the gates, Maddy sees a large courtyard, meticulously kept, where a big dog is running around, barking happily despite the rain.

“Vhagar,” Aemond explains as he parks the car. “She’s a bit of a handful, but she’s harmless.”

Maddy smiles as she watches the dog run circles in the rain, feeling a warmth she hadn’t expected. Aemond opens the car door for her, holding an umbrella over them as they make their way to the front entrance. The mansion looms above her, every detail exuding wealth and comfort.

Once inside, Maddy takes in her surroundings, marveling at the high ceilings, the ornate furnishings, and the sheer size of the place. Everything is immaculate, every detail perfect. It’s overwhelming, a stark contrast to her own life.

“You can take a look around if you want,” Aemond says, his voice soft as he watches her. There is no hint of arrogance in his tone, just a simple offer.

Maddy nods, walking slowly through the large entryway, her fingers lightly brushing over the polished surfaces. The house is beautiful, but more than that, it feels lived in, like a home rather than just a display of wealth.

“I don’t want to seem disrespectful, Maddy” Aemond whispers, his voice low and sincere. “But now it might seem the opposite to you, pretty girl.”

Before she answers, he lean in and kiss her. The kiss is slow and deep, his lips warm and soft against hers. Maddy feel herself melt into him, her worries and insecurities slipping away as she wrap her arms around his neck. The taste of the cocktail linger between them, adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations.

Aemond pull her closer, his hands tracing gentle patterns on her back. The kiss is deep, growing more passionate, and Maddy feel a fire ignite within her. All the tension from the night, from her life, seemed to dissolve in that moment. She want to lose herself in him, to forget everything else.

They break apart for a brief moment, both of them breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Aemond’s eye search hers, asking a silent question, one that Maddy answer by pressing her lips to his once more, with a renewed urgency.

The world outside the mansion, with all its struggles and hardships, seemed to fade away as Aemond guided her gently, lovingly, to his bedroom. The rain continue to pour outside, a steady rhythm that matched the beating of her heart.

Maddy and Aemond undress each other, their clothes falling quickly to the floor. In Aemond's eyes, Maddy looks ravishing: long dark hair, blue-green eyes, full lips. Such a beautiful, sweet, kind and intelligent girl forced to sell her body and dance for hours and hours for men. Aemond caresses her lips with his thumb, she is so damn beautiful. In Maddy's eyes, Aemond still standing seems like something forbidden: how could someone like him want her? Once again she finds herself dazed, staring at his body, his toned abs and a strong but soft chest. His arms as long as his hands. His v-line was defined that marked his hips and then, his manhood long, erect and painful for her.

Maddy can't help but pull his hair when Aemond finally presses his mouth fully against hers again, he makes her back up on the bed until she is lying on it. "Let me take care of you" He advances towards her, cowering against the covers as his warm body overtakes her. Under the soft light of the dim LEDs, Aemond appears like a forbidden vision and the feeling of his lips wrapped around Maddy's breasts and his hands placed softly on her thighs, keeping them apart, makes her gasp shamefully and he slowly moves down with kisses, tracing a wet trail from her breasts, her abdomen, her hips to her pussy.

"I'll eat you, pretty girl" Maddy feels herself melting under his touch. Aemond kneels on the floor in front of the bed, pulls her by the thighs and with two fingers opens her soaking wet pussy. Maddy looks at him completely submissive, completely flexible to his will. "Aemond…" her body trembles, her legs tremble. Aemond buries his face in Maddy's pussy, spreads her with two fingers and notices how fucking wet she is for him. He starts to lick her, Maddy starts to move her hips against his face, her legs wrapped tightly around his head, shaking, arching as she moans his name. All she feels is his mouth and fingers torturing her. Aemond's hands travel firmly to her hips to hold her still, Maddy shudders against his lips, Aemond adds his fingers sliding them into her.

Aemond continues to push his fingers into her, so tight and wet, he devours her as if it were his last meal, but he doesn't make her come. Maddy moans, her hands in Aemond's long silver hair. "Aemond…" she moans, arching her back, Aemond licks her clit, fills her with two fingers and then makes her come on his fingers. The orgasm overwhelms Maddy, leaving her immersed in pleasure. Aemond lifts himself onto the bed, kneeling in front of her, takes his manhood caressing himself a couple of times, leans over her, who feeling his erection press between her thighs, moans biting her lip when. Maddy feels Aemond's naked and hard length rubbing against her opening and getting wet from her, pushing only the tip inside… only to pull out a few moments later. "Please" Maddy whispers, Aemond moves the tip of his length to her clit, Maddy grabs a breast with her hand. Aemond grabs a condom from the nightstand, tears it from the packet with his teeth and puts it on. "I want you, I want you so badly that I'm ashamed of myself" Aemond whispers against Maddy's lips as her hand tightens around his length, aligns itself with her wet pussy, gradually pushing into her with a loud moan. The way his manhood penetrates her makes her moan shamefully beneath him, my hands meet her back and my nails dig into her skin.

"Aemond" Maddy whispers tightly to him. "Shh, it's okay" Aemond kisses her tenderly on the lips, Maddy tightens her arms around his neck. "Be a good girl for me" he whispers into the crook of Maddy's neck before slowly moving inside her unable to hold back his little moans. It's too good, too heavenly, too forbidden. The sound of their skin rubbing fills the room, along with their moans. Aemond pushes into her, his breathing heavy, he licks her nipple and caresses it with his thumb, Aemond grabs her thighs He feels her pussy tighten around his length, her hips thrusting towards him as he opens her up on his erection and she scratches him sensually on the back.

"My good girl" Aemond whispers completely lost in pleasure. His hand reaches for Maddy's thighs moving his fingers just enough to bring them to the edge. She feels her legs tremble and Aemond go rigid.

"Come with me" Aemond holds her in his arms, feels Maddy come tight to his cock and he fills the condom, collapsing on her sweaty body.

As the rain patters gently against the windows, Maddy and Aemond lie entwined in each other’s arms. The warmth of their bodies, the softness of the sheets, and the lingering intimacy from their sex create a cocoon of safety and comfort. Maddy rests her head on Aemond’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while his fingers gently trace patterns on her bare shoulder.

For a few moments, they simply lie there in silence, both savoring the closeness they’ve found. The outside world feels distant, its harsh realities momentarily forgotten. But as the quiet settles over them, the weight of unspoken words begins to press down, urging them to speak.

Aemond is the first to break the silence, his voice low and hesitant. “Maddy, there’s something I want to tell you… something I haven’t shared with anyone in a long time.”

Maddy lifts her head slightly, looking up at him with curiosity and concern. “You can tell me” she whispers, her hand resting gently on his chest.

Aemond takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he begins to speak. “My family… we’re wealthy, obviously. But that wealth didn’t come without a price. My father was a hard man, driven by power and ambition. He pushed us, my siblings and me, to be perfect, to live up to his expectations. And when we didn’t… well, he wasn’t the kindest man.”

Maddy listens intently, sensing the pain in his voice. She sees the shadows of his past in the way he speaks, the way his body tenses at the memories.

“My mother… she tried to protect us, but there was only so much she could do. My brother and sister dealt with it in their own ways, but I… I turned inward. I became cold, distant. It was easier that way, to shut everyone out, to pretend I didn’t care.” Aemond’s voice grows quieter, more vulnerable. “But it’s lonely, Maddy. I’ve been alone for so long.”

Maddy reaches up, cupping his cheek with her hand, her thumb brushing gently against his skin. “You’re not alone anymore, Aemond” she says softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Aemond turns his gaze to her, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. “I want to believe that” he whispers, his hand covering hers. “But it’s hard to let go of the past.”

Maddy understands all too well. The pain of the past is something she carries with her every day, a burden that never truly goes away. She takes a deep breath, deciding to open up as well.

“My life hasn’t been easy either” she begins, her voice wavering slightly. “My dad left when I was young, and my mom… she got sick. Cancer. We don’t have the money to treat it properly, and I’ve had to do whatever I can to make ends meet. My sister, Maya, she’s… struggling. She made some bad choices, and now we’re stuck in this never-ending cycle of trying to… survive.”

Maddy’s voice cracks as she speaks, the emotions she’s kept bottled up for so long finally spilling out. “I never wanted this life. Working at the Blue Pearl… it’s not what I dreamed of. But I didn’t have a choice. It’s the only way I can take care of them, of my family.”

Aemond’s grip on her tightens, his heart aching for her. “Maddy, I’m so sorry” he says, his voice filled with genuine compassion.

Maddy shakes her head, a sad smile on her lips. “It’s just how it is. I’ve learned to live with it. But sometimes… sometimes it feels like I’m drowning, like no matter what I do, it’s never enough.”

Tears well up in her eyes, and she tries to blink them away, but Aemond sees them. He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her, offering her the comfort and security she so desperately needs.

“You’re stronger than you think, Maddy,” Aemond whispers into her hair.

Maddy closes her eyes, letting herself be held, letting herself believe—if only for a moment—that things can be different. That she doesn’t have to face everything on her own.

“I’m here for you, Maddy,” Aemond continues, his voice steady and sure. “Whatever you need, whatever it takes… I’ll be here.”

Maddy doesn’t know what the future holds or if things will really change. But in this moment, in Aemond’s arms, she feels a glimmer of hope. And for the first time in a long time, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things can get better.

They stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, finding solace in their shared pain and in the connection they’ve forged. The rain continues to fall outside, a steady, soothing rhythm that lulls them both into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, their hearts a little lighter than before.

The morning after breakfast, Maddy insists on taking the bus home.

In the early morning, the sun filters through the thin curtains of their small, cramped apartment as Maddy quietly pushes the door open. The joy she felt from the night before lingers, a small warmth in her chest that makes the world seem a little brighter. But as she steps inside, that warmth quickly dissipates.

The living room is eerily quiet. Her mother, Miriam, is asleep on the worn-out couch, her frail form barely moving under the thin blanket. Maddy’s heart clenches at the sight, knowing how weak and sick her mother is. But it’s the sight of her sister, Maya, lying on the floor that makes Maddy’s blood run cold.

“Maya?” Maddy whispers, her voice trembling as she rushes to her sister’s side.

Maya is motionless, her face pale, her breathing shallow. A small bottle of pills is clutched in her hand, some of the pills scattered across the floor. Maddy’s stomach twists in horror as she kneels down beside her, shaking her gently.

“Maya, wake up! Please, wake up!” Maddy’s voice cracks with panic.

After a few agonizing moments, Maya stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She looks up at Maddy with a dazed expression, barely conscious.

“Maddy…” she mumbles, her voice slurred. “I didn’t mean to… sister…”

Maddy’s heart sinks. The realization hits her like a punch to the gut—Maya has spent the money on drugs. Maddy’s hands tremble as she pries the pill bottle from her sister’s hand, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

“Why, Maya? Why did you do this?” Maddy’s voice is filled with a mixture of anger and despair, but her sister is too out of it to respond.

Desperation grips Maddy as she runs into the only bedroom they share, frantically opening drawers and searching through Maya’s belongings. Her hands tear through the clutter until she finds what she’s looking for—more drugs, hidden away in various places, far more than what the money could have bought.

Maddy’s breath hitches as she realizes the full extent of the situation. It isn’t just about the money that’s gone. Maya is in deep, and the people she bought from will surely come looking for what’s owed. Maddy knows these men, knows the kind of world they operate in, and she knows she’s fucked.

Her mind spins as she tries to figure out what to do next. The only option is clear—she’ll have to work harder, longer at the Blue Pearl to come up with the money, to protect Maya, and to keep their mother safe. It’s a grim, suffocating reality, and it crushes the brief happiness she felt after her night with Aemond.

Just as Maddy is about to lose herself in despair, her phone buzzes on the bed. She picks it up with trembling hands and sees a message from Aemond:

“I had a good time last night. I’d like to see you again. I still think you were beautiful.”

Maddy stares at the message, the words almost mocking her in light of everything that’s just happened. A part of her wants to hold onto the memory of the previous night, to escape into the warmth and comfort Aemond offered. But the harsh reality of her life is too much to ignore.

Her fingers hover over the screen as she tries to think of a response. Finally, she types:

“I would like to see you again too, Aemond. I had a good time with you.”

She presses send, then places the phone gently on the bed, her eyes brimming with tears. The weight of her situation, the hopelessness of it all, comes crashing down on her. Aemond’s world, the world she briefly stepped into, is so far removed from her own. How can she ever reconcile the two?

Maddy collapses onto the bed, her body shaking as the tears finally spill over. She buries her face in the pillow, muffling the sobs that rack her frame. She cries for her mother, for her sister, and for herself—trapped in a life she can’t escape, no matter how hard she tries. The night before was a glimpse of what could be, but now, in the harsh light of day, it feels like nothing more than a cruel joke.

And so, she weeps, alone in the small, suffocating bedroom, the message from Aemond still glowing on her phone—a small, fragile reminder of a happiness that now feels impossibly out of reach.