#what the hell possessed me at 2am

[loving-delusions]

the art gods have visited me while i couldn't sleep and this mf somehow emerged

[ellecdc]

LOVE U LOVE U LOVE U

I WAS THONKING

HOW WOUOD THE GUYS TAKE THE NEWS OF YOU BEING A SAD DRUNK LOLOL WOULD THEY COME GET U??

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LOVE U 2 OMG and to answer your question: yes

poly!marauders x fem!reader who is apparently a sad drunk

CW: mentions of being drunk/drinking but not described, crying, James punches Sirius right in the face and Sirius is very pressed about it

It had been James who finally picked up the (according to Sirius, “goddamned”) phone by its third ring of the second call.

“‘Lo?” He mumbled gravelly as he rubbed harshly at his eyes, not having even checked the caller ID before answering what he now knew to be Remus’ phone.

“Potter?” Marlene all but shrieked into his ear, causing James to pull the phone away from his face as even Sirius winced at the volume. 

“What the hell, Marls?” He grumbled as he finally pulled himself up into a seated position. 

James listened as he heard someone mutter something along the lines of “would you stop sodding shouting?” before Lily’s voice took over for Marlene.

“Hey James, sorry to have woken you up, but I was wondering if you could maybe meet us at the corner of Moor and Old Compton?”

“Erm, yeah, yeah.” He sighed as he felt around his bedside table for his glasses. “Why?”

“I know you guys haven’t been dating long, but we were wondering if you could perhaps pick Y/N up?”

James’ heart sped up drastically as he almost took his eye out with the arm of his glasses in his haste to check the time.

3:34 am.

‘Nothing good happens after 2am’ he could hear his mother telling him. 

“Why?” James all but barked into the phone. “Is she okay?”

Remus sat up suddenly at that, nearly launching Sirius right off of the bed from where he’d been resting on the taller boy’s chest. 

“Yes!” Lily assured him quickly at the same time he heard Marlene shout “no!” from behind her.

“No, she’s fine, James.” Lily said severely, likely glaring at Marlene for her unhelpful input. “It’s just-”

“She’s bringing the whole vibe down!” He heard what he recognized as Mary’s voice chime in when Lily seemed to hesitate in her answer.

Lily chuckled awkwardly. “It turns out your girl is a sad drunk.” 

This somehow left James feeling simultaneously relieved that you were at least safe and distraught that you weren’t having fun anymore. 

“Give it here.” Remus gruffed as he pulled the phone away from James’ face, taking over the conversation with Lily as he moved towards the closet to re-dress. 

“Why’s the light on?” Sirius grumbled from his pillow that he’d tried to burrow into at the disruption of his sleep.

“Y/N needs us to pick her up.” James offered as he went to push hair away from Sirius’ face.

His efforts were for naught as Sirius sprung up like a possessed jack-in-the-box at the mention of your name; his face colliding painfully with James’ hand.

“Sodding hell Jamie.” Sirius hissed as he held his face. “You punched me in the face!”

“I did not!” James argued back, cradling his hand against his chest. “You faced me in the hand!” 

“Oh my God.” Sirius whispered into his hand as he rubbed at his nose. “Why are we up again?”

“We need to go pick up Y/N.” Remus said as he returned to their bedroom in a pair of joggers and a jumper, throwing sets of clothes to both of his boyfriends which James caught and Sirius did not in his current state. 

“Is she okay?” Sirius shrilled slightly as he pulled the hoodie which had landed on his head out of his face in order to look at Remus worriedly. 

“She’s fine.” He assured him at the same time James replied “she’s crying.”

“Well which is it?” Sirius asked quickly as he pulled the hoodie over his head. “Is she fine or is she crying!?” 

“She’s waiting for us, is what she is.” Remus chided, his usual humour sleep-addled as he exited the bedroom. “Hurry up!” 

・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・・。・。・・

James only finally felt his heart unclench when Remus pulled around the corner and he could spot Lily’s fiery red hair, Marlene’s purple-streaked hair, and finally you sitting on the curb outside of a club looking painfully dejected. 

“It’s not that we don’t want you here, sweetheart.” The boys could hear Lily offer you in a maternal voice as they approached your group. “But we think you might have more fun if you went home with the boys.”

“I know I’d have much more fun if you came home with us!” Sirius offered jovially as he crouched in front of you.

“You called them?” You asked Lily incredulously; your face painted with a look of ill-hidden betrayal as Lily cringed.

“Of course she did, pretty girl.” Remus answered for Lily, which the red-head seemed eternally grateful for. “As she should; we’d like to know if you ever needed us, yeah?”

You turned your face dejectedly towards your shoes as James took Lily’s place at your side. 

“What d’you say, hm? Good to come home with us?” He asked as he pulled you into his side; you only required the slightest encouragement before you were swaying complacently into his side.

“Okay.” You responded; voice pinched decibels higher than your normal pitch in a way James was sure had to be painful. 

“What’s with the tears, dolly?” Sirius asked quietly then, tapping your knee with his knuckles to encourage you to answer.

“You guys woke up for me.” You whispered. 

James only noticed once Remus sat beside you on the curb - his knees cracking audibly - that he had thanked the girls and told them to have fun at the next club they were headed to, leaving you four to your own devices. 

“Of course we did, dovey.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“What for, sweet girl?” James cooed at you then.

You shrugged your shoulders defeatedly before letting your head fall onto James’ shoulder as a few more tears escaped your eyes.

Sirius was suddenly looking around the group of you awkwardly, likely realising (much as James had) how creepy it must look for three blokes in sweats to show up to a clubbing district seemingly attempting to proposition a very drunk girl in a very short dress. 

“Think you can tell us in the car, angel?” James asked as Sirius helped Remus stand back up before they turned to do the same for you and James.

You nodded readily and allowed them to usher you into the back seat of the idling car. 

Remus feigned insult when both Sirius and James opted to sit in the back with you, but quickly assured you that he was only joking when that threatened to elicit even more tears.

“Did you have fun, baby?” Sirius asked as he rubbed his thumb along the bone at the base of your neck where he was resting his hand. 

“Yeah.” You let out with a shuddering sigh, though the tear tracks lining your face severely contradicted your statement.

“Yeah?” Remus asked with a chuckle. “That’s good.” 

“But then I ruined it.” You started again, face pinching miserably as James and Sirius shared a nervous look over your head.

“No you didn’t, sweetness; you couldn’t ruin anything.” James argued.

“I cried and then ruined everything.”

“What made you cry?” Remus asked then, watching in the rearview mirror as your face turned contemplative and then bashful. 

“Hm?” Sirius encouraged, continuing his ministrations of your neck that James could feel was causing you to melt with each pass of his thumb. “What were you thinking about that made you cry?” 

You muttered something incoherent that caused Remus to take his eyes off the road to consider you. “What was that, dove?” He asked as he turned his face back towards the road when he was convinced that you weren’t falling asleep halfway through the conversation.

“I missed you guys.” You admitted only slightly louder, though the way your face was pointed at your lap left James wondering if you were actually talking to your thighs.

“Awe, sweet girl.” Sirius cooed as he pulled you roughly into his side. “We missed you too.”

“But we’re together now, yeah? Does that mean there’s no need for tears anymore?” James asked, which was apparently the wrong thing to ask as your shoulders started to shake with sobs. 

“Nicely done, Prongs.” Sirius hissed with faux malice as he tucked your head under his chin. 

“What is it now, dovey?” James could hear the smile in Remus’ voice as he turned down a street James recognized was close to their flat. 

“You guys are so nice to me.” You whimpered as if that fact caused you physical pain. 

“Awe, I’m sorry dolly. We could try being meaner to you, if you’d like?”

“No we can’t.” James corrected Sirius quickly, sending him a stern glare over your head. “Sorry angel, you’ll just have to get used to having the sweetest boyfriends constantly fawning over you, ‘kay?”  

You sniffled a few times as you rose from your home in Sirius’ neck; nodding your head in a way that was likely more for your own sake than the boys’. 

“Okay.” You agreed as Remus parked the car and turned to look at you over the centre console. 

“That’s our girl.” He smiled at you; all three boys relishing in the way you turned bashful rather than shedding more tears. 

“You make sure to call us sooner next time, yeah?” Sirius admonished gently as he pressed a placating kiss to your shoulder. “No need for our pretty girl to spend so long upset when we can so easily fix it.”

“‘Kay.” You accepted again, looking guiltily at Remus and James as Sirius pulled you back into him.

“No more apologies, my love.” Remus said. “We’re over the moon to have you here.” 

James sat horrified as he watched your bottom lip begin to wobble again. 

“So nice.” You whimpered before falling back into Sirius’ side and sobbing into his jumper.

“Way to go, Moons.” Sirius muttered as he held you tightly against him. 

Remus wiped a hand down his face before looking at James guiltily. 

“It’s okay, Moons.” James assured him. “I sometimes want to cry when you’re too nice to me too.” 

“Don’t be nice to him.” Sirius barked then as he ushered you carefully out of the car. “I cannot carry two of our crying loves upstairs.”

Remus and James sat in the car quietly as they watched Sirius guide you towards the flat.

“She’s going to be horrified in the morning when she finds out she cried in front of us like this.” Remus said then, still watching as Sirius crouched to take your heels off of your feet so you could traverse the stairs more easily. 

“I don’t plan on breaking that news to her.” James offered, causing Remus to turn in his seat to look at him incredulously.

“Sirius will not let her live this down.”

James considered that then, wondering how long you’d cry over this before ultimately breaking up with them out of sheer embarrassment.

“Damage control?” James asked.

“Damage control.” Remus agreed before they both exited the car to chase after you and Sirius, hoping to convince him to go easy on you as well as offer their affection in consolation of what would no doubt be at least two days of quips and taunting from your notoriously teasing boyfriend.

But James knew that two days of teasing would also mean two days of Sirius refusing to let you out of his sight, and James was not afraid to admit that with you sounded like a very nice way to spend the weekend.

[operation-ultra]

Zoffy...

"Greetings "Ultraman" as they call you on this world"

"What...what's happening?"

"I've come to retrieve you, I've dealt with the...Zarab problem for you"

"Cap? What's going on man"

"You do not have to refer to me as "Cap" or "Captain" any more. I've taken the identity of this human just as you have but it seems my time in this form is done, just as it is for you"

"you're not making any sense"

"...You don't seem to understand, we don't have to play this role much longer-"

"Where are we!?"

"...I see. This is no persona, is it? You both share this body. Have you really become so fond of humans, Ultraman? To merge with one?"

"..who are you?"

"Hayata you are not part of this conversation, I am speaking to the one who lays dormant within you"

"Like hell! what did you do with Captain Muramatsu"

"...There never was a "Captain Muramatsu" Hayata, or at least the one you knew. I had to possess this vessel through force"

"Zoffy, why have you come to this world"

"Ultraman! You arrive, though I must admit talking to each other in these lowly forms is less then ideal"

"I ask again, why have you come to this world"

"I have come to commend you on your efforts at combating the monstrosities of this world, and to relieve you of them as your work is desired elsewhere"

"...."

"The Garrison has gone through with the plan already Ultraman, it's forming"

"I do not wish to participate"

".....excuse me"

"I do not wish to participate in this"

"That is not your decision, besides it is the honor of all Citizens of Light to become one in Zetton"

"The Zetton is a danger to existence"

"...I see, Ultraman I absolve you of your connection to Land of Light and it's people, may your end be as swift by the hand of Zetton as everyone else"

File #8 Reappearance of Red Light Phenomenon.

This morning at 2AM, the red light that was seen during the Greenmons attack (See file #6 for reference) was seen floating miles above the Pacific Ocean

VTOL's were launched to intercept the light but to no avail. After a lengthy period of time the light dissipated and in it's place was Officer Shin Hayata, who subsequently fell into the ocean. We were able to retrieve his body and miraculously he was unscathed as well as breathing (Ide was more focused on his living coworker rather than being told his pay would be cut)

[svnflower-writes]

real sweet but i wish you were sober

Description: in which the mutual pining becomes something both Remus and Sirius have wanted for years due to a drunk, jealous slip up on Sirius' part.

ship: wolfstar + background jegulus

warnings: nothing major I can think of—alcohol consumption, so much fluff, unresolved sexual and romantic tension, painfully obvious flirting, james regulus and peter are a bunch of little shits, jealousy

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51762532

authors note: SO MUCH FLUFF and remus is second guessing EVERYTHING. obviously inspired by wish you were sober by conan gray :) they’re not together when this starts and remus is feeling very unsure about a lot of things. sirius helps him out with that though ;) somehow from the dining table by harry styles possessed me to write this in half an hour idk why it doesn’t even give the same vibes but ig it feels like a wolfstar song to me soooo —as always this is unedited and i wrote it at 2am so i might read it later and think it's total shit (but currently this is my fave wolfstar fic i've writen) also this was meant to be like 500 words and its almost 2k lmaooo

Remus was a blushing mess. Sirius had insisted on doing Remus’ eyeliner—saying that Remus would just look ‘so hot��� in it—and who was he to refuse? For Sirius, he would do anything. The problem was, he hadn’t exactly pictured agreeing to this resulting in Sirius straddling his hips, leaning extremely close to his face with his tongue poked out due to his level of focus.

“Merlin, Moony, you’ll be the hottest one at the party.” Well, one of us certainly will be, and it’s not me.

Remus was screaming internally, but he mustered a playful smirk and a quick: “am I not already?”

Sirius sent him a grin as he continued to do his makeup, “of course you are, darling. Anyone who disagrees is blind.”

Remus was certainly not blind when it came to noticing the tiny things Sirius was doing, however. The way he pushed his dark curls out of his eyes with one hand and clenched his jaw slightly in concentration with one eyebrow slightly raised? Fucking hell, it drove him insane. Remus wanted so strongly to just grab his face and smash their lips together.

He didn’t do that, obviously.

“Okay, I’m almost done,” Sirius muttered while he did the final touches to the eyeliner. “You ready for everyone at this party to fall madly in love with you?” I only want you to love me.

Remus swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at Sirius, “as long as you’re one of them.”

Sirius looked a little taken aback for a moment and Remus could’ve sworn he saw him blush, but he was likely just seeing what he wanted to see. At the look on Sirius’ face, Remus mentally cursed himself for speaking his thoughts aloud. Remus’ worry was unnecessary—as it often was—because a broad smile soon took over his features and he pressed a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “You can count on that.”

Even after he had pulled away, Remus could feel the ghost of his lips where they had been on his cheek, and he refused to look at Sirius because he knew he was a blushing mess.

“Moony?”

This broke Remus out of his thoughts, and he looked up with wide eyes. “Yeah?”

Sirius smirked in amusement at Remus’ absentmindedness and the fluffy-haired boy could only hope that he was unaware that he was the cause of it all. “Could you go check if James is ready? I need to fix my outfit.”

Remus scoffed softly, “Pads, I hardly think your outfit needs fixing.” Sirius was wearing a white cropped tank top—Moony loved it because showed off his tattoos and biceps— with an array of necklaces draped around his neck. He had on his favourite baggy jeans (the ones with stars on them that Remus had helped him make) and a black belt adorning his waist, and the look was finished off with a pair of Dr. Martens.

Sirius winked at him, “well, you know me. I have to look perfect for you, my love.”

The last two words almost resulted in Sirius being pushed up against the wall, so Remus opted for a short: “You always look perfect to me, darling,” before he exited the room as fast as he possibly could.

He found James downstairs in their common room, lying on the couch with Regulus curled up at his side. James was stroking Regulus’ hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ears, and Remus smiled at the two as he flopped down on the seat opposite them. James looked up and surveyed his flushed cheeks, he then asked casually, “so, have you two made out yet?”

Remus threw the nearest book (which happened to be Lily’s current reread, Pride and Prejudice) at him before glancing across at Lily, who was sat across the common room watching the exchange with a grin. “Sorry, Lily. it was for a good cause.”

“No, no. I’m curious too. Are the two of you,” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully, “getting any action?”

Remus glared at his friend, “shut up. And for your information, no.”

Regulus cooed at him from where he sat with James, “oh, poor Remus. So much flirting, so little of anything else—including your transfiguration notes, by the way. I wanted to borrow someone’s notes for the class I missed, so I asked James, who obviously redirected me to your extensive pile of notes on your desk. That desk is very disorganised, by the way. But alas, no notes. Never thought you were the type to forget to take notes. Spending too much time yearning over my brother in that class, Lupin?”

Remus looked away in embarrassment, “don’t rely on someone else’s notes next time, Reggie.”

“Don’t spend hours on end staring at my brother and I wouldn’t have to call you out for not having your notes.”

Groaning, Remus stood up, “okay, I’m going to get a sweater. See you guys soon!” he began to walk up the stairs but he was stopped when he walked into Sirius walking down. He had redone his hair and put it half into a low bun, and he had gained several rings and had a leather jacket in his hands.

He grinned at Remus, “ready to go?”

“Oh, I need-”

His favourite woollen jumper was shoved into his arms and he blinked slowly as Sirius spoke. “I thought you might want it.”

Remus shifted his weight from side to side as he looked down at the sweater in his hands and he was overcome with an overwhelming sense of adoration for the boy standing in front of him.

He didn’t realise how long he had been staring down at it until Sirius ruffled his hair softly.

“Hey, you okay? You zoned out.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, thanks for getting this. We can go down now, if you want?”

Sirius nodded, taking Remus’ hand and tugging him gently down the stairs. Remus felt his heart beating faster than he deemed normal, but he couldn’t remember anything about human biology at that moment due to his mind racing at a million miles per minute. As the two walked into the common room, he met eyes with Lily and sent her an alarmed expression, to which she smirked at. She tapped Mary’s shoulder and pointed at Sirius and Remus’ entwined hands. Mary grinned and gave a silent cheer directed to Remus.

There were already more people in the common room, a variation of people Remus recognised and people he didn’t (admittedly more of the later group). Sirius led Remus towards James, Regulus, and Peter, who were now sitting upright on the couch. Remus sat next to Regulus and the boy smirked at him.

“You’re a mess, Lupin.”

Peter walked around the back of the couch to whisper in Remus’ ear, “I say just kiss and be done with it. This flirting is sickening.” Remus gently slapped Peter’s shoulder with the hand that wasn’t still clasped in Sirius’ ring-clad one and the other boy lightly gasped. “Well, they do say love makes people crazy.”

Remus groaned loudly at Peter’s words, and Sirius turned to him. “You okay?”

“No, he’s in-” Remus pressed his free hand over Peter’s mouth with a warning expression directed at the shorter boy.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He smiled at Sirius, who looked unconvinced and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Remus almost melted right then and there, and Peter snickered at the interaction.

James stood up abruptly, “alright, who wants some firewhisky?”

Sirius cheered, standing up to follow James and pulling Remus to his feet by the hand he didn’t quite want to let go of just yet.

Ten minutes later, Remus was leaning against the wall with a half full glass of firewhisky and a small smile on his face as he watched Sirius participating in some stupid dare. The long-haired boy kept sending little glances over at Remus to see if he was watching and letting his teasing gaze linger when they made eye contact. Somehow, Sirius had convinced Regulus to participate in the game, and the two brothers had light, carefree smiles on their faces.

Remus felt another presence next to him and looked over to see James, watching the Black brothers with a yearning look on his face similar to the one that was probably adorning Remus’ face. Smiling at Remus,

James muttered, “oh, our stars are so pretty.”

Remus nodded in agreement, “so pretty.”

The two stood there with adoring expressions painting their features for another ten minutes minutes before Remus felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, warm breath alarmingly close to his ear. He was overcome with an immense feeling of discomfort.

A sultry feminine voice whispered, “well, aren’t you a handsome specimen, what if I-”

The voice didn’t even get a chance to finish before Remus felt a well-known hand grab his own. “What if you piss off and take your wandering hands out of my boyfriend’s personal space?”

Remus did a double take.

His eyes widened slightly and he glanced at where James had been with a confused expression, only to find that his friend had disappeared. When he finally mustered the courage to look at Sirius, he was surprised to find him with a deep blush covering his cheeks. They met eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t know how else to get her away from you—and you were so uncomfortable, I couldn’t just stand there and watch. Plus, I didn’t want her touching you– I’m sorry, I’m rambling, fuck.”

Remus had the best idea he had had all night long. “Who said it was something to be sorry for?”

Sirius froze. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?”

Sirius looked into Remus’ eyes for a few moments before grabbing his face and smashing their lips together. It was a messy kiss, all teeth clashing and hands grabbing at hair.

Remus pulled away suddenly, “how drunk are you, exactly?”

“Not drunk enough to be making this up, if that’s what you’re asking?”

“Sober enough to remember it in the morning?”

“Well, if I don’t, we can always recreate it.” Sirius winked playfully and squeezed Remus’ hand.

“Hmm, can’t say I’d be opposed to that, darling…” Remus trailed off slowly as he pushed Sirius against the wall, bringing their lips together in another kiss. This kiss was slow, sweet, and a stark contrast to their first kiss. Remus had one hand resting on Sirius’ cheek and another tangled in his curls, and Sirius’ had his arms draped over Remus’ shoulders.

Remus’ eyes suddenly caught the metal glint of a necklace hanging around Sirius’ neck, and he raised an eyebrow as he pulled slightly away from the kiss. “Is that mine?”

Sirius scoffed, “you never wore it, anyway. It was wasted on you.” Remus smiled softly and wasted no time in bringing their lips together once again.

[and-the-flame-burns]

I bring you art I was doing at 2AM. Smth possessed me to make this like what the hell? Lol

Long story short, I’m trying out both a new art style and a new brush. I wanted to try something a little more realistic and in my opinion eyes are the easiest to do im a realistic style

These two characters belong to @forever-eternal

I remember putting this in your ask box because I completely forgot that I could post the actual art and tag you in it

[timaeusterrored]

Badland Dancing

This is what happens when you let gay people do anything

Anyway,COLLAB TIME WITH @arczism AND SHE MADE ART FOR THIS AND LET ME TALK HER EAR OFF ABOUT IT AND INSPIRED MOST OF IT SO GO LOOK AT THE ART FOR IT

Dating V meant a lot of things. Sometimes it meant 2am clean ups when he went on jobs and didn’t go straight to Vik, sometimes it meant not seeing him for two days and getting spoiled when he got back as an apology, and it also meant trips to the Badlands.. Not the ideal date or vacation but Kerry endured it regardless.

V would get him all dressed in head to toe gear, which normally turned into jokes about how long it was gonna take him to get Kerry out of it that night, but also it smelled like V and Kerry loved it. He stole his clothes as disguises anyway, but maybe it was also a tad bit of Kerry’s possessive side coming out, letting people know he was V’s and V was his.

Despite it all though, Kerry did like sitting around the campfire. A guitar would get put in his hands and he’d strum away with V leaned on him while he played. After everything they had gone through, Kerry was glad V was finally letting him into his world. With the promise of a forever at the tips of their tongues.

The Aldecadlos almost never seemed to believe Kerry would be coming, because what rock star would wanna hang out in the Badlands? None, and even now with nearly a full year under their belt of being together, Kerry had only ever been a few times. He couldn’t stand being away from V for long, and according to the nomads, V couldn’t stand it either. They’d tease him around the campfire about how he’d moan and groan about missing Kerry.

Kerry wandered out of their tent after V had set it up to find him and Panam setting up the campfire. He watched from afar, watching V’s shoulders and back shift as he lifted wood and dropped it. The sun was going down now, and it had finally cooled a bit. And much to everyone’s delight, Kerry had promised a song or two by the fire.

By the time the fire was ready, Panam and Kerry had settled next to each other to let V finish the work, which resulted in a lot of teasing from Panam about how V was such a good worker and such, V just rolled his eyes as he started the fire and people started to settle around it in exhaustion. A guitar was handed to Kerry as promised, V requesting the boat song. That’s how Kerry knew these people were special, special enough to have V wanting them to hear that.

The night went on, jokes and drinks and stories passed around, until the subject of dancing came up. “I’m assuming Mr. Rockstar knows how to dance?” Panam asked, a bit starstruck every time she looked at Kerry. Kerry just laughed and nodded. “I know how to do a lot, tango, slow dancing,” he nudged V teasingly, then noticed a look.

“What? Your man can slow dance but you can’t?” Panam asked, meaning it teasingly but V shrugged. “Nope.”

“Wait wait wait, we’ve been together how long? And you never told me you can’t dance?” Kerry asked, acting as if that would ever come up. V just shrugged again. “Wasn’t a skill I needed growing up, don’t need to know how slowdance on the streets.” Kerry frowned a bit, then stood.

“Come on,” He held out his hands for his partner to take, earring a raised eyebrow. “What?” V laughed, not moving.

“I’m gonna teach you how to slow dance.” Kerry said simply, pulling V up like he was nothing. Okay V may have started to get up by that point but no one needed to know that. Kerry knew a lot of basic things in his day to day life is what V would consider a luxury. Hell waking up in a bed and a roof over their heads V considered luxurious.

“Now?” V asked softly, and Kerry just smiled, nodding. He was 90 years old, his shame died with Johnny about 51 years ago. He’s done and seen more embarrassing things than a Merc who can’t dance in front of his friends. And besides, V looked amazing by the fire, the glow in his eyes and how it reflected off of his face and lit up his hair enough to show the red in it. How could he not want to show his love that didn’t involve taking his clothes off right here… now that was an idea- Kerry no. Focus.

Kerry showed him the correct places to put his hands, talking him through it. He was distantly aware of the guitar being strummed to a slow beat that Kerry could work with. V looked so lost in what he was doing, but it was cute. And Kerry fell in love a bit more with him every single day. Especially when V was looking at him with the same look he himself gave someone that never returned it. It took a while, but he found someone that looked at him the same way.

The dance was clumsy, Kerry unable to keep his laughter back watching the big bad Merc stumble over his own two feet. Panam had moved to give them more space, and to probably save her own ass if V ended up falling, smart girl, Kerry would give her that.

“Ker, I’m gonna step on your feet-“ V whispered, more focused on his mainline than the world around them.

“Baby you’re doin’ just fine, relax a little. Besides, these boots were made to be roughed up. They’re your boots anyway.” Kerry teased, tilting his head up to make V look at him. “There ya go, see? Just focus on me and you’ll fall into step with me okay?” He said, V nodded a bit. He was touched that V was worried about stepping on his toes though.

“You dance about as well as an infant.” Kerry teased, making V laugh a bit. “Like I said, no need for dancing on the streets..”

“You aren’t on the streets anymore, baby. You’re all mine now..” Kerry whispered before leaning up for a kiss, both pulling back in surprise when there were whistles and catcalling from the nomads. Kerry had forgotten they were there and what he had been doing in the first place.

He smiled innocently up at V, which earned a genuine smile back, before Kerry suddenly dipped him. His merc gripped onto his shoulder with a gasp of surprise and laughter from the group around him. V gasped out a curse before Kerry sealed their lips again. Kerry felt V smiling against his lips, cupping his face.

The Aldecadlos cheered around them, Kerry doing a little bow before sitting back down again, then grunted when V flopped into his lap and laid on his chest. He kissed his temple and wrapped his arms around him, gently patting his chest. He would have laughed in your face if you had told him he’d be hanging out in the Badlands with his merc boyfriend right now, but he wouldn’t change this for the damn world.

He knew his phone was probably being blown up right now, and when they got back he’d be bombarded with questions on where they hell he had been, and why he hadn’t answered. He’d worry about it when they got back to the city, right now his focus was on the man leaned against him.

V gently moved his head up to whisper in Kerry’s ear, reaching up to take one of his hands innocently.

“You ever heard of the devil’s tango?”

Kerry grinned.

“Heard of it, baby I invented it.”

“You wanna teach me?” V asked, and when Kerry pulled back to look down at him, V was giving him the most innocent look for a man that just suggested such a thing.

“Absolutely.”

[saiiboat]

hi \o/!! for the tag game: i'm very interested in mike timetravel if you have any information on that you'd like to give? or maybe one of the poly fuga wips?

hi wsd!! i already talked a bit about the mike timetravel au here so let me scrounge up some poly fuga for you :33

its pretty much a "okay what if they didnt betray cell" kinda thing. VERY loose idea but essentially pac e mike dont betray cell -> cell is still weird creepy and gross but. not losing his mind because he wants to kill them so bad. basically pac does convince mike to work with cell instead of jv because of the protection cell can offer them. they come up with a plan to game jv instead and pretend to not work with cell just long enough to figure out the full escape plan so they can hijack it.

jv does still die in this! its awesome its bloody its hot. all great things

i also had some ideas about the actual prison gang stuff and pac e mike's position of being under cell's protection (which means a lot in alcatraz) vs still being relatively easy targets for someone who might want to exploit what they think is cells weakness. does not end nice for them tbh

cell is still gross and creepy but at this point theyre stuck with him. hes their gross and creepy now :/ he's definitely possessive of them and its not healthy but. theyre in prison. what about it is going to be healthy. i think its a lot of like. stolen moments that arent necessarily romantic but there are a lot of undertones. cell grabbing pac's chin and pac leting him handle him. possessive touches. at first its something that mike almost steps in on but eventually he knows that cell will only go as far as he thinks pac will let him, and pac only lets cell go as far as he thinks he can before mike's likely to gut cell with his own knife. its fucked and weird but its theirs.

hadnt thought about how guaxinim fits into all of this yet which was an oversight on my part. sorry everyone. anyways it probably goes very similar to canon except guaxinim doesnt mind trying to escape with cell because well. hes not constantly threatening his life this time. and lets just say that the boat fits all of them because why not. also now that cell escaped felps can find them outside of prison.

they find a place to lie low together because where the hell would they go but together and its. comfy. its undeniably fucked and cell is a miserable housemate but. guaxinim tempers him and they balance eachother out.

its after 2am and i so need to go to bed but hopefully this is cohesive enoygh so far to understand and i can always talk more about it when i do not have to sleep LOL ty for the ask now i really want to develop this au more. also i still have your other ask sitting in my inbox that i havent had the time or thoughts to respond to yet but i WILL i will get there.

[shardofhope-fanfic]

ngl, i dont even remember what made me start reading Omori fics, i barely even played the game, but a couple days ago i just opened the Omori tag on a whim and started tearing through (almost exclusively your) fics like 2am shredded cheese

what the hell do you lace your stories with cause it is obviously the good shit, i was like a man possessed, i could not put them down.

Oh thats just my brand of brain rot. Fair warning its addicitve!

[allwaswellrp]

THE CHARIOT victory • willpower • determination • control • strength

DO NO HARM, TAKE NO SHIT ✧ CRUSADING TEMPERAMENT ✧ PROTESTS WITH A PURPOSE ✧ BEING A SOURCE OF INSPIRATION ✧ STANDING UP FOR THE UNDERDOG ✧ SCARS THAT TELL STORIES ✧ ACTIONS ARE YOUR WORDS ✧ OLD LEATHER JACKETS ✧ HARD WORK THAT PAYS OFF ✧ ROLLING WITH THE PUNCHES ✧ FUCKING RIGHT I’M RELENTLESS ✧ GOING OFF THE HANDLE ✧ SPIRITED DEBATES ✧ BALLED UP FISTS ✧ COMPETING WITH YOURSELF ✧ ALWAYS WANTING MORE OUT OF LIFE ✧ RELENTLESSLY TRAINING ✧ MIGHT BE A SINNER MIGHT BE A SAINT

THE DEVIL addiction • obsession • independence • freedom • dependency

HALF HEAVEN HALF HELL ✧ ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE NEXT HIGH ✧ WATCHING A CANDLE BURN TO NOTHING ✧ CRACKED MIRROR HIDDEN AWAY ✧ STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT ✧ THE LOUDER THE BETTER TO DROWN IT ALL OUT ✧ FACING YOUR FEARS ✧ ONLY FALLING APART ALONE  THUNDERSTORMS IN THE DISTANCE ✧ STRIKING A MATCH TO WATCH IT BURN ✧ PRETENDING NOT TO CARE ✧ DISTORTED SELF PORTRAITS ✧ FIERCE BUT VULNERABLE ✧ LOST LOVE THAT STILL STINGS ✧ THE CALL OF THE VOID ✧ DON’T TOUCH ME ✧ BREAKING FREE FROM CHAINS OF THE PAST

THE EMPEROR protection • power • domineering • unyielding • practicality

YOU CANNOT GAIN RESPECT WITHOUT SHOWING WHY YOU ARE WORTHY OF IT ✧ EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE ✧ SLEEK AND POWERFUL AND FREQUENTLY MISUNDERSTOOD ✧ THE EMPTY HALLS OF A MUSEUM ✧ POWER GAMES ✧ THE STING OF BETRAYAL ✧ FAMILY CRESTS ARE A DECORATION ✧ INTELLIGENT DISCUSSIONS OVER WINE ✧ HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN ✧ A GOLDEN CAGE IS STILL A CAGE ✧ THE BITTER COLD OF A WINTER EVENING ✧ CRAVING RECOGNITION ✧ UNBRIDLED AMBITION ✧ WANTING EVERYTHING IN YOUR CONTROL ✧ HIDDEN SECRETS

THE FOOL creativity • curiosity • self-expression• spontaneity • naivety

LIVE AS ONLY YOU CAN ✧ SUDDEN BURSTS OF INSPIRATION ✧ NEVER DOING THE SAME THING TWICE ✧ SPINNING AROUND UNTIL YOU’RE DIZZY ✧ KEEPING EVERYONE ON THEIR TOES ✧ AUTHENTICITY IS A CHOICE ✧ LOOKING THROUGH A KALEIDOSCOPE ✧ DREAMING OF SOMETHING BIGGER ✧ A FERRIS WHEEL RIDE AT NIGHT ✧ TAKING THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED ✧ UNFINISHED BUCKET LISTS ✧ LOSING TRACK OF TIME ✧ MESSY SHEETS AND AN UNMADE BED ✧ LEARNING THE HARD WAY ✧ KISSING STRANGERS ✧ LONGING TO FIND YOUR PLACE IN THE WORLD

THE HERMIT introspection • solitude • knowledge • exile • honesty

STILL WATERS RUN DEEP ✧ NOTEBOOKS FULL OF WRITING ✧ ON YOUR OWN DOESN’T MEAN ALONE ✧ A CONSTANT PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE ✧ EXISTENTIAL QUESTIONS ✧ LOCKS WITHOUT KEYS ✧ A LOON CALL ON THE LAKE ✧ THE CREASE IN A BOOK’S SPINE ✧ THE RAIN SPEAKS QUIETLY ✧ OLD ANIMAL SKULLS ✧ FINDING THE MEANING IN EVERYTHING ✧ A TREE FALLING IN THE FOREST ✧ HIGHLIGHTED PASSAGES IN A BOOK ✧ RAZOR SHARP WIT ✧ HALF-FINISHED MUGS OF COFFEE ✧ JIGSAW PIECES STREWN OVER A TABLE ✧ OUT WITH A LANTERN SEARCHING FOR YOURSELF

THE MAGICIAN resourceful • manifestation • deception • desire • metamorphosis

CLEVER AS THE DEVIL AND TWICE AS PRETTY ✧ TURNING VISIONS INTO REALITY ✧ WORK SMARTER NOT HARDER ✧ TRANSFORMATIVE SUCCESS ✧ ROLLED UP SLEEVES OF AN OVERSIZED SWEATER ✧ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORNS ✧ SOFT CANDLELIT BATHS ✧ ALWAYS BEING ORGANIZED ✧ POSSESSING ALL THE RESOURCES YOU NEED ✧ IMPOSTER SYNDROME ✧ KISSES THAT TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY ✧ CHASING YOUR GOALS ✧ DOING THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT PEOPLE EXPECT ✧ FALLING OUT WISPS FROM A MESSY BUN ✧ CONFIDENCE THAT COULD KILL ✧ KNOWING HOW TO GET WHAT YOU WANT

THE MOON dreamer • soft • emotional • artistic • duality

MAYBE I’M CELESTIAL ✧ SPEAKING IN METAPHORS ✧ CALMING PRESENCE ✧ FEELING EVERYTHING DEEPLY ✧ WISHING ON EVERY FIRST STAR YOU SEE ✧ GETTING INSPIRED AT 2AM ✧ BAND-AIDS ON SKINNED KNEES ✧ CONSTELLATIONS DRAWN IN NOTEBOOKS ✧ MEANINGFUL TATTOOS ✧ HEART-TO-HEART TALKS DURING A SLEEPOVER ✧ HIDDEN TRUTHS COMING TO LIGHT ✧ DREAMS BLURRING WITH REALITY ✧ MUFFLED SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW ✧ NOT WANTING ANYONE TO SEE YOUR DARK SIDE ✧ SAVING EVERYONE BUT YOURSELF ✧ LONGING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

THE SUN optimism • confidence • unrealistic • excessive • success

COURAGE, DEAR HEART ✧ SOFT ACOUSTIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND ✧ THE DAWN WHICH FOLLOWS THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS ✧ LOUD LAUGHTER ✧ EXPERIENCING EVERYTHING LIKE IT'S THE FIRST TIME ✧ BEING THE SUNSHINE IN EVERYONE ELSE'S LIFE ✧ A VOICE AS SWEET AS HONEY ✧ THE SMILE A STRANGER GIVES YOU ✧ STEPPING IN FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW ✧ LIFE COULD BE A FAIRYTALE IF YOU LET IT ✧ FINDING THE SILVER LINING ✧ HANDWRITTEN ‘THANK YOU’S ✧ FLYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN WITH WAX WINGS ✧ BELIEVING IN YOURSELF EVEN WHEN NO ONE ELSE DOES

[awwbuzz]

all was well member groups

THE CHARIOT

VICTORY • WILLPOWER • DETERMINATION • CONTROL • STRENGTH

DO NO HARM, TAKE NO SHIT ✧ CRUSADING TEMPERAMENT ✧ PROTESTS WITH A PURPOSE ✧ BEING A SOURCE OF INSPIRATION ✧ STANDING UP FOR THE UNDERDOG ✧ SCARS THAT TELL STORIES ✧ ACTIONS ARE YOUR WORDS ✧ OLD LEATHER JACKETS ✧ HARD WORK THAT PAYS OFF ✧ ROLLING WITH THE PUNCHES ✧ FUCKING RIGHT I’M RELENTLESS ✧ GOING OFF THE HANDLE ✧ SPIRITED DEBATES ✧ BALLED UP FISTS ✧ COMPETING WITH YOURSELF ✧ ALWAYS WANTING MORE OUT OF LIFE ✧ RELENTLESSLY TRAINING ✧ MIGHT BE A SINNER MIGHT BE A SAINT

THE DEVIL

ADDICTION • OBSESSION • INDEPENDENCE • FREEDOM • DEPENDENCY

HALF HEAVEN HALF HELL ✧ ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE NEXT HIGH ✧ WATCHING A CANDLE BURN TO NOTHING ✧ CRACKED MIRROR HIDDEN AWAY ✧ STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT ✧ THE LOUDER THE BETTER TO DROWN IT ALL OUT ✧ FACING YOUR FEARS ✧ ONLY FALLING APART ALONE  THUNDERSTORMS IN THE DISTANCE ✧ STRIKING A MATCH TO WATCH IT BURN ✧ PRETENDING NOT TO CARE ✧ DISTORTED SELF PORTRAITS ✧ FIERCE BUT VULNERABLE ✧ LOST LOVE THAT STILL STINGS ✧ THE CALL OF THE VOID ✧ DON’T TOUCH ME ✧ BREAKING FREE FROM CHAINS OF THE PAST

THE EMPEROR

PROTECTION • POWER • DOMINEERING • UNYIELDING • PRACTICALITY

YOU CANNOT GAIN RESPECT WITHOUT SHOWING WHY YOU ARE WORTHY OF IT ✧ EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE ✧ SLEEK AND POWERFUL AND FREQUENTLY MISUNDERSTOOD ✧ THE EMPTY HALLS OF A MUSEUM ✧ POWER GAMES ✧ THE STING OF BETRAYAL ✧ FAMILY CRESTS ARE A DECORATION ✧ INTELLIGENT DISCUSSIONS OVER WINE ✧ HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN ✧ A GOLDEN CAGE IS STILL A CAGE ✧ THE BITTER COLD OF A WINTER EVENING ✧ CRAVING RECOGNITION ✧ UNBRIDLED AMBITION ✧ WANTING EVERYTHING IN YOUR CONTROL ✧ HIDDEN SECRETS

THE FOOL

CREATIVITY • CURIOSITY • SELF-EXPRESSION • SPONTANEITY • NAIVETY

LIVE AS ONLY YOU CAN ✧ SUDDEN BURSTS OF INSPIRATION ✧ NEVER DOING THE SAME THING TWICE ✧ SPINNING AROUND UNTIL YOU’RE DIZZY ✧ KEEPING EVERYONE ON THEIR TOES ✧ AUTHENTICITY IS A CHOICE ✧ LOOKING THROUGH A KALEIDOSCOPE ✧ DREAMING OF SOMETHING BIGGER ✧ A FERRIS WHEEL RIDE AT NIGHT ✧ TAKING THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED ✧ UNFINISHED BUCKET LISTS ✧ LOSING TRACK OF TIME ✧ MESSY SHEETS AND AN UNMADE BED ✧ LEARNING THE HARD WAY ✧ KISSING STRANGERS ✧ LONGING TO FIND YOUR PLACE IN THE WORLD

THE HERMIT

INTROSPECTION • SOLITUDE • KNOWLEDGE • EXILE • HONESTY

STILL WATERS RUN DEEP ✧ NOTEBOOKS FULL OF WRITING ✧ ON YOUR OWN DOESN’T MEAN ALONE ✧ A CONSTANT PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE ✧ EXISTENTIAL QUESTIONS ✧ LOCKS WITHOUT KEYS ✧ A LOON CALL ON THE LAKE ✧ THE CREASE IN A BOOK’S SPINE ✧ THE RAIN SPEAKS QUIETLY ✧ OLD ANIMAL SKULLS ✧ FINDING THE MEANING IN EVERYTHING ✧ A TREE FALLING IN THE FOREST ✧ HIGHLIGHTED PASSAGES IN A BOOK ✧ RAZOR SHARP WIT ✧ HALF-FINISHED MUGS OF COFFEE ✧ JIGSAW PIECES STREWN OVER A TABLE ✧ OUT WITH A LANTERN SEARCHING FOR YOURSELF

THE MAGICIAN

RESOURCEFUL • MANIFESTATION • DECEPTION • DESIRE • METAMORPHOSIS

CLEVER AS THE DEVIL AND TWICE AS PRETTY ✧ TURNING VISIONS INTO REALITY ✧ WORK SMARTER NOT HARDER ✧ TRANSFORMATIVE SUCCESS ✧ ROLLED UP SLEEVES OF AN OVERSIZED SWEATER ✧ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORNS ✧ SOFT CANDLELIT BATHS ✧ ALWAYS BEING ORGANIZED ✧ POSSESSING ALL THE RESOURCES YOU NEED ✧ IMPOSTER SYNDROME ✧ KISSES THAT TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY ✧ CHASING YOUR GOALS ✧ DOING THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT PEOPLE EXPECT ✧ FALLING OUT WISPS FROM A MESSY BUN ✧ CONFIDENCE THAT COULD KILL ✧ KNOWING HOW TO GET WHAT YOU WANT

THE MOON

DREAMER • SOFT • EMOTIONAL • ARTISTIC • DUALITY

MAYBE I’M CELESTIAL ✧ SPEAKING IN METAPHORS ✧ CALMING PRESENCE ✧ FEELING EVERYTHING DEEPLY ✧ WISHING ON EVERY FIRST STAR YOU SEE ✧ GETTING INSPIRED AT 2AM ✧ BAND-AIDS ON SKINNED KNEES ✧ CONSTELLATIONS DRAWN IN NOTEBOOKS ✧ MEANINGFUL TATTOOS ✧ HEART-TO-HEART TALKS DURING A SLEEPOVER ✧ HIDDEN TRUTHS COMING TO LIGHT ✧ DREAMS BLURRING WITH REALITY ✧ MUFFLED SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW ✧ NOT WANTING ANYONE TO SEE YOUR DARK SIDE ✧ SAVING EVERYONE BUT YOURSELF ✧ LONGING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

THE SUN

OPTIMISM • CONFIDENCE • UNREALISTIC • EXCESSIVE • SUCCESS

COURAGE, DEAR HEART ✧ SOFT ACOUSTIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND ✧ THE DAWN WHICH FOLLOWS THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS ✧ LOUD LAUGHTER ✧ EXPERIENCING EVERYTHING LIKE IT’S THE FIRST TIME ✧ BEING THE SUNSHINE IN EVERYONE ELSE’S LIFE ✧ A VOICE AS SWEET AS HONEY ✧ THE SMILE A STRANGER GIVES YOU ✧ STEPPING IN FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW ✧ LIFE COULD BE A FAIRYTALE IF YOU LET IT ✧ FINDING THE SILVER LINING ✧ HANDWRITTEN ‘THANK YOU’S ✧ FLYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN WITH WAX WINGS ✧ BELIEVING IN YOURSELF EVEN WHEN NO ONE ELSE DOES

[poolofthoughtsbyclaire]

03/31 ENTRY: tuning in

Last 2 days were hell! Ive been sleeping late, waking up late, barely moved, and cried my eyeballs out. It was so fucking stressful. I cant even remember what triggered my anxiety but yesterday was definitely because of my mother. I greeted her good morning like I usually do and even told her sorry for texting her late in the morning. I told her I didnt get enough sleep that night because I was up until 2am. She then asked if I was anxious because I dont have a job right now. And I told her no. Because that is the truth. I didnt sleep we not because I dont have a job but because of someone. OH NOW I REMEMBER! I had flashbacks the first night of my sleepless nights. I remembered the good things again and just like a strike of a lightning, memories of me hurting her, cheating on her and shouting at her came and drowned me. I hate it when I get flashbacks. So, I simply told her that the reason behind my sleeplessness is also the reason why I needed to resign and take a break. She jokingly added “Just go home then” and I just needed to be honest with her so I told her “Also the reason why I wont go home”. My hometown is full of memories, dark memories to be exact. And at times, I felt like its suffocating to be there. You’ll never know who you’ll bump into. GenSan is a small town and almost all of the population there knew each other and I dont want that. Especially seeing those people who worked with my mom. I dont like seeing their faces. I hate it when they talk so nicely to me but when I turn my back, they speak bad things about me and I just kept remembering that day when someone messaged my mom and just told every secret I had. Tattoos, drinking, smoking, kissing girlfriends. That anon even knew my tattoo placements. It was creepy and that messaged spread all across all branches of ****bank. I will never forget that.

My mom asked if I could share with her the reason and I know that she wouldnt understand so I just told her “When the time is right maybe I’ll be able to tell you.”. And she literally said that if I know that it would kill her then no. And that I should wait after her death like WHAT THE FUVK?! I hate her for saying that. And the emotions I felt just rushed through my veins and I my tears started to fell down my cheeks. I suddenly couldnt breathe. The thought that my own mother wouldnt even try to understand me fucking hurts like hell that it felt like she’s sucking the air out of my lungs killing me. IT MTHERFUVKING HURTS.

But someday, I hope that I’ll be able to tell her this:

“You know what keeps hurting me ma? Because I couldnt forgive myself. I cant find the light to forgive myself for what I have done. I feel miserable. I feel guilt. If I hadnt let myself be manipulated by you then maybe I wouldnt feel this way today. Maybe if I had just listened to my heart, maybe none of these traumas will be present today. I kept breaking up with her out of the blue telling her that I need to choose my family. And it didnt happened just once, I broke up with her hundred of times. Imagine the trauma I gave to her. Until the day that I became possessive of her. I cheated so I could get her attention, I cheated couple of times and most of time, she catches me red-handed. I started shouting at her mean things that I know scarred her for life. I broke her into pieces and every time we get back together, it isnt just the same anymore until we got toxic. And it was all because of me. If I hadnt let you get into my conscience none of these wouldve happened. We had flaws but we never meant to hurt each other. Dagdagan pa ng fact na, glg relationships back then were not yet open for everyone to understand so we had a hard time adjusting just not to hurt each other’s feelings. I kept on breaking up with her then get back to her for the reason “Im choosing my family.”. I know it’s supposed to do me good but look what happened? And I just couldnt help thinking if it went the other way around maybe we’re still happy together. Maybe I didnt had these much tattoos. Maybe I never tried smoking. Maybe I never got wasted. Maybe I didnt let some strangers touch/kiss me. Maybe I wouldnt be this empty. Maybe I/we wouldve been happier. Healthier even. And if our relationship back then never worked, maybe I wouldnt be the same person that I am today. Maybe Id be different today and I wouldnt be feeling all of these things right now. I’m sad ma. I really loved her and I couldnt believe and forgive myself for hurting her. And over the years that we werent together anymore, I just know that my connection to her never vanished. I can still feel my deep connection with her. I may have forgotten about her for a period of time but every piece of her in me is buried deep inside my heart without even me realizing it. I thought if I’ll be able to tell you this, I can slowly see the light to get out f this trap-hole. I wanted my inner self to let you know what you caused me and stop gaslighting me for being gay. There are just days you make me want to kill myself. But I accepted you for who you are. I accepted the fact that you’re homophobic. Im sorry if I disappointed you but Im disappointed with you too.”.”

Im so tired y’all. All these thoughts I carried with me through the years. I hope by letting it all out here in Tumblr will make difference.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Hidden Talents [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki decides to liven up Scott's birthday party with some saucy entertainment. And a side order of seduction. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Stripper! Loki. Extreme Loki thirst. Language. Smut references. General ridiculousness. (w/c 2.2k) A/N: Prompted by this discussion. Thirsty credit goes to @wheredafandomat and @mochie85 for introducing me to the obvious song choice available HERE (Unholy - Sam Smith)

“WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” You flailed your hand to the side of your face, willing Loki to understand that your mortal ears were not up to the task.

What had possessed you to take up the invitation to one of Scott’s infamous birthday parties you would never know. It was past 2am, and somehow one drink to celebrate had turned into a heaving dance and strip club in the East District. “I said, I’d rather see you in that lingerie…” Loki purred, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell you would hear him.

He sipped his drink, observing you with hooded eyes as you shrugged and swivelled on the barstool at the stage edge. You turned your gaze back to the gorgeous dancer widening her legs athletically above you as she clutched the thick steel pole. “SHE MAKES IT LOOK EASY” you yelled, as Loki winced. He made a quieter noise with his fingers, reminding you that his senses needed no extra push. You had to admit the god of mischief looked damn fine tonight. If you were honest, the fact he would be here was the only reason you came. Your eyes flickered to Scott and the rest of the gang doing shots at the bar, thanking your lucky stars for this rare stolen moment. Even if you couldn’t hear a damn thing he said. His dark hair was tied half up in a knot, the rest falling lavishly around his shoulders. As he downed the rest of his rum and coke, you allowed yourself to feel the shiver that clasped around your clit as you clenched; watching the muscles in his arm tighten. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, turning to you with a knowing smirk. You froze as he leant closer, inhaling the rum on his breath as his hand rested on your thigh. “That’s because it is easy.” he whispered in your ear, the gravel of his voice making you think of dirty mutterings and sinful possibilities.

A nervous laugh escaped you, pushing his hand off your leg awkwardly and shaking your head. “They are trained, Loki...look at her. She’s incredible. And so sexy. I’d look like a flailing noodle.” It was Loki’s turn to laugh. You watched the corners of his eyes crinkle as he licked his lips. They drew back in a sharp intake of breath, just like they always did before he released a zinger. He leant in again, closer this time. The soft skin of his wetted lips brushed against your earlobe, making you close your eyes with unadulterated pleasure. “I wasn’t talking about being easy for you, darling.” He withdrew, watching the confused frown developing on your face with amusement. “Let’s liven this place up a little, shall we?” he murmured. “WHAT?” you yelled, forgetting his previous request. You felt like you were missing something. Not a great thing around this guy. Loki beckoned seductively to the dancer.

You watched as she gracefully dropped to her knees, crawling towards him with intrigue in her eyes at the ridiculously handsome customer. He slipped a large bill into the hook of her panties, motioning for her to come closer still. You sipped your drink, feeling sick. Never had it been more apparent that Loki saw you as nothing more than a colleague. And that was fine, you thought. I’m totally cool with that, as you watched him whisper words in her ear, making her smile.

You averted your eyes to the heaving dancefloor to your side, a catwalk in the middle hosting the line of poles from which several stunning women hung in various stages of undress.

A mix of bachelor parties, guys nights out, men in business suits sitting around with their mouths hanging open. What were you doing here? I should probably go home, you thought, your heart sinking as Loki stood. He raised his palm in a stay motion, throwing a wink as he disappeared into the crowd. The sound of Pitbull boomed around you as Scott appeared at your side, handing you another drink. You smiled as the group descended, jostling you and each other with drunken mirth. “WHERE’S MA BOY LOKES?” the birthday boy slurred, as you shrugged. Suddenly the music scratched to a lowered hum, the DJ’s low voice reverberating around the space over the bass. “We’ve got a very special guest tonight, folks. Hope there’s no paparazzi in this place because hoo-boy, this is gonna be good. Hold on to your panties, ladies and gents.” The music scratched again, changing to a song you recognised as your brow furrowed. The female dancers sat to the side of the stage, legs dangling from the edge across the laps of delighted men, clearly as confused as you were. Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot At the bodyshop Doing something unholy... “What the fuck…” you murmured, as Loki strode around the corner of the stage, swaggering down the catwalk towards the central suspended pole.

He had switched to his black battle leathers, minus the cape. The gold adornments glinted in the spotlights, illuminating every tight muscle beneath the sinful fabric. Cheers erupted behind you from an incandescent band of avengers, whooping at the development as Loki cast you a smouldering look. Women had appeared from every corner of the club, clamouring to the stage edge as they recognised the sexiest being in nine realms about to do something inexplicable on stage. She’d kick you out if she ever ever knew About all the sh*t you tell me that you do Loki’s long fingers toyed with the clasp of his tunic by his neck. The edges fell apart to reveal his chiselled pecs, rolling down to that taunt stomach you had only seen in snatches. He ran his hands purposefully down his abs, thumbs toying at the edges of his tight trousers. There were screams. Dirty dirty boy You know everyone is talking on the scene The god stripped his tunic from his arms, revealing one impossibly toned limb at a time. The veins of his biceps stood out under the lights, making him glow ethereally as his lips curled to a smile.

He swung the tunic several times in a gathered fist lining with the sway of his hips, throwing it with a flourish into the crowd of baying women.

I hear them whispering about the places that you’ve been And how you don’t know how to keep your business clean In a flash, Loki’s palm gripped the pole to his side; raising himself effortlessly to swing around it in perfect control. His body was tense, the graceful power of a warrior in motion. His thick forearm braced against the steel, bringing his hips flush against the core of the pole. Your eyes widened as Loki's hips gyrated slowly against the metal, rubbing his crotch in seductively masculine waves against the unforgiving surface.

Scott gasped beside you, grasping at your hand. “IS IT WRONG THAT I’M SUPER AROUSED RIGHT NOW?” he shouted, slopping his drink at your feet. You couldn’t take your eyes off Loki, the sticky wetness that had been gathering in your panties all night in his presence heating up as new waves flooded between your thighs.

You watched as he flipped himself, one hand gripping the steel as his legs raised upward, spreading so wide you thought the leather of his trousers might split. You kind of hoped they would. He’s sat back while she’s dropping it She be poppin’ it – yeah she put it down slowly The leather wrapped around every muscle in his powerful thighs as he spun himself upwards again. The landscape of his form rippled under the pressure, making it look effortless to manipulate his form in time with the thundering bass. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh he left his kids at Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that. Somehow, he thrust his body upwards, grappling to the top of the pole. The crowd of women assembled hanging over the stage were losing their minds. He smiled smugly, raising his bare arm in a half-shrug of faux-innocence towards you.

You watched his broad shoulders roll back, flicking hair off his face before he fell the long distance to the floor. He stopped himself expertly, inches from the ground in the sexiest battle-esque stance you had ever seen. Every muscle in his marble arm was bulging. Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot At the body shop Doing something unholy For a moment you thought you had passed out until you felt Scott prodding you in the back. The cheers of the group jostling you grew louder as you looked up, seeing Loki with his hand extended. Your gaze ran around the dozens of horny women shooting daggers at you, some waving their arms manically for attention. You grabbed his wrist, succumbing to the madness. Mmm daddy, daddy if you want it drop the add’y Give me love, give me Fendi my Balenciaga daddy Loki pulled you in flush against his torso as your friends cheered again. Sam whistled, slurred cries of ‘get it girl’ soaring from a voice which sounded very much like Banner. You ran your hands down Loki’s bare chest, making him smirk. It was an impulse...you couldn’t help yourself. His hips rolled against yours, bending to create an angle that could only be described as pure sexual energy. He was really going for it. Loki’s hands balanced on your hips, making you sway in time with the music, pushing you down towards his hard thigh nestled between your legs. He raised his fingers theatrically, snapping them before pushing you gently backwards. The crowd gasped as a chair appeared just before you hit the surface. You gripped the sides. Loki’s glinting eyes narrowed for a split second, enjoying your confusion.

And when you want it, baby you know I got you covered And when you need it baby just jump under the covers He closed the distance between you, his legs straddling yours as his swaying hips made the leather crease maddeningly in front of your eyes, level with that magnificent bulge. The tempting8 lines of his V muscle were exposed, drawing your eyes to the source of your desire. So close...you could lean forward and bite him.

He drew his fingers under your chin, tilting your head back as he stared down at you like a king. You were breathing heavily, lips parted as pathetic pants escaped at the mercy of the sexual apocalypse unfolding between your thighs. Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot At the bodyshop Doing something unholy...

Loki fell to his knees, landing in the exact position you had imagined mounting his cock in many times. You swallowed as he swung his hair, flexing his shoulders and biting his lip.

He reached out, ignoring the cries of the desperate women below, spreading your thighs with a wink. The crowd screamed again, but you couldn’t hear them. Loki’s stare was hungry, the intensity, pupils were blown wide with mischievous intent.

He leant backwards to the floor, the thick magnificence of his lap in full view as he lightly thrust his crotch upward, tight against the leather. A woman fainted.

Daddy’s getting hot At the bodyshop Doing something unholy... Loki’s perfectly defined back arched up from the floor, gracefully bringing himself upwards as every perfectly lined crease in his chiselled stomach rippled against the hard muscle. Those curls fell seductively across his forehead, a coy smile forming at the side of his mouth as your lips parted. Loki’s palms slid up your calves, moving to skim over the tops of your thighs, feeling every inch before squeezing tightly. Suddenly, he stood, whisking you upwards. You looked around as yells of applause thundered around the huge club, hands of the women beside the stage grasping towards his ankles as cries of ‘me next’ filled the air. Loki lowered you back to Scott and Sam who caught you. Your legs were jelly. You smiled weakly, watching Loki make an apologetic bow to the room and gesturing to the female dancers waiting patiently to begin again. They were staring at him with mooning eyes, and you had to say...tonight more than ever, you couldn’t blame them. “I need some fresh air..” you whispered to Scott, who nodded with a thumbs up. You made your way quickly to the exit, relishing the cool early morning breeze hit your heated skin. You inhaled deeply with your eyes closed, feeling ringing in your ears, trying to process what had just happened. Had Loki Laufeyson really given you a lap-dance? “Having fun?”

Your eyes shot open, hand clasped to your chest in surprise as Loki ambled towards you. He was dressed in his suit again, hands in his pockets as he smirked knowingly. “That was..amazing, actually. A man of hidden talents, I’m very impressed.” you said casually, hoping that he couldn’t smell the desperate arousal which was probably seeping into your clothes. “Mmmm. The acrobatics are nothing really. One of the benefits of being a god, one supposes” he murmured dryly, searching your face. “But your enthusiasm, pet? That is impressive.” “I-I don’t know what you-” Loki raised a finger to your lips, standing toe to toe with you in the alleyway as the muffled bass pounded inside the club. “Wouldn’t you like to continue our little performance without an audience?” he purred, watching your eyes widen. “It would be a shame to waste so much... enthusiasm.” “Are you sure?” you mumbled warily from beneath the pressure of his finger, cursing your insecurity as he fought to contain a smile, leaning towards you. His lips latched to your earlobe, sucking it with a gentle bite. “Darling, do you really think I would do something like that for just anyone?” Loki murmured, making you shiver. “It’s all for you.” he whispered darkly, his hand sliding over your hip.

“And darling...when it comes to my 'hidden talents', you've seen nothing yet. I promise you.” -

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Ps. If you liked this, you may also like my oneshot The Bachelorette Party

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[evansbby]

only love can hurt like this

Pairing: Dark!Chris Evans x naive!reader

Warnings: DARK, non-con, dubcon, daddy!kink, toxic relationship, adultery, Chris is an asshole, anal/mentions of anal, very rough sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), degradation, possessiveness, naïve reader, I’m serious Chris is an asshole in this, and this is a very dark fic, MINORS DNI.

Words: it’s literally 9k words of smut

Summary: okay no summary bc it’s mostly just chris being toxic as hell, but let me just reiterate here that the chris in this fic obviously has no resemblance to the real guy apart from physical appearance, and reader discretion is advised! minors please do not interact, and everyone else: enjoy!

3:52am.

She looked down at her phone for the tenth time, the screen black and empty and hopeless as ever. Chris’ last text had been many, many hours ago.

I’ll be there at 2, baby.

He meant 2am – the early hours of the morning. And 2am had come and gone – it had been almost two hours and he was yet to show his face. And she’d had plans with her girlfriends that evening – a catch-up and cocktails at 9. But of course, she took a rain-check on that as soon as she got that text from him. In a panic, she drove to the nearest drugstore. Wax, hair removal cream, razors, face masks, a new moisturiser, even a fancy hair mask because why not? She had to look perfect for him. He wouldn’t like her as much if she was anything less than perfect.

And she spent all night prepping for 2am. Hours spent shaving and plucking and shaping, and then a bath so she would smell all sweet and flowery just for him. And then an icy shower so her skin would look tight and radiant. A concoction of coconut oil and shimmery moisturiser to make her newly hairless skin glow. Twenty minutes with her hairdryer to achieve the perfect tousled bedhead look, and then an hour in front of her vanity table, doing her special no-makeup makeup look because of course he loved her looking squeaky clean and makeup-free – and he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

It took her a further one hour to decide on what she wanted to wear. Or rather, what he would like to see her in the most. She considered red or black lingerie; it coded for a sexy siren, a woman who knew what she wanted and took what she wanted. Paired with a red lip and a leather jacket and sky-high black stilettos, a woman oozing sexuality and confidence, a woman any man would kill to be with. But she wasn’t that woman, she couldn’t picture herself ever being that woman.

And then there was the pink lingerie. Baby pink and frilly and sweet. Chris would love that, she thought. And she hoped it was because he thought she was sweet, cute, but still sexy. Because he wanted to take care of her, and protect her, and because he thought she looked beautiful in it. He would buy her pink lingerie all the time, more than any other colour. He must like it best then, she decided, and she slipped the matching set on along with a short, white satin robe on top.

And then she sat on the bed and waited. And waited. And waited some more. She debated sending him a picture, to show him what he was missing out on. But it was risky, and he’d warned her against it before, not without his permission. But it was funny, because many times in the past, she’d received a text from him in the middle of the night – when he was probably in bed in his own home – asking her, begging her to send him pictures, videos, anything.

Baby, I need you so badly. Send me a picture please. Something sexy.

Looking back, she remembered she was about to fall asleep, but thrilled that he had messaged her, that he wanted to talk to her, she’d sent him a selfie of herself pulling a funny face. A harmless joke. His reply had been almost instant.

Show me your tits.

And she remembered the pang of hurt she’d felt, the first of many pangs of hurt she’d feel again. The first of many she’d bury deep down in the recesses of her mind, because he’s horny, it’s normal for men to just think with their dick. He’s so nice to me most other times, so what if he hasn’t spoken to me in three days, so what if he didn’t ask me how my day went, how my week was? I’m sure he will once he’s gotten off.

And so, she had done what he had asked, she had sent him pictures, and videos too. He was the first and only man she’d sent nudes to. And honestly, she was never fully comfortable with it. But it was him, with his sweet words and even sweeter smile. He would never purposely make her feel uncomfortable. Never ever, not in a million years.

He had said goodnight not ten minutes later.

Back in the present. She shook away any negatives thoughts that crept up at the back of her mind; thoughts that were nothing more than pests – like ugly cockroaches that she had to stamp away before they poisoned her mind against him. Because he was perfect. Because she loved him. She glanced at the clock. 3:58am. Maybe something had come up. Maybe an emergency, an accident. Chris wouldn’t forget about her. Not on purpose. Not Chris. Never Chris.

Anxiety riding high, she was about to rip the loose threads off the hem of her nightgown when the bell rang. And there he was, smiling like everything was all sunshine and roses. And it was, because he was finally here, and she hadn’t seen him in a week.

“Hey, princess.” He was so casual, brown hair tousled to perfection, blue-green eyes glowing in the dim lamplight of her apartment. She melted into his arms immediately, like a puppy greeting its owner who hadn’t been home in days. She had planned to play it cool, play a little hard to get, make him work hard for her affections. But the truth was, she was putty in his hands from the moment he walked in the door and both of them knew it.

“Chris. Hi.” She breathed, looking up at him all bright-eyed and brimming with anticipation. His strong arms enveloped her completely, almost swallowing her up as they wrapped around her waist. She breathed in his scent, burying her face in his chest, taking in that musky cologne that was so him. So manly. So virile. Dark. Rich. Sophisticated. He was perfect. He was everything. (She smelled something sweet on him too, a perfume she had never smelled before. But, like a cockroach, she stamped that thought out of her mind.)

And Chris’ hands were all over her, large and expansive, confident in the way he touched, squeezed, fondled every part of her body as if he owned it. And he did. He knew he did and so did she. “You look so hot, baby girl.” He whispered into her ear, the words of praise causing jolts of pleasure to run down her spine. “So fucking hot. Sinfully hot like a little slut.” And he slapped her ass. Hard. And she could feel him getting hard, pressing his hips against her stomach, causing her to let out a breathy little yelp of his name.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” He said, grinning while she pressed kisses up his neck, his jaw, his lips. He kissed her back, but pulled away all too soon, closing and locking the door behind him. He was dressed darkly, in a black button-down shirt and a black denim jacket. He hadn’t shaved since the last time she’d seen him, and she thought the shaggier look made him look even hotter.

“I did.” She replied earnestly, “I haven’t seen you in a whole week.” She paused, wondering if her words were coming across as her complaining, “I mean, I’m sure you were super busy with that movie you’re filming.”

Chris yawned, checking a message on his phone and typing out a quick reply before he looked up to respond, “Oh yeah, babe, I was real busy. You know how it is, all this filming shit. It’s fun but it takes a lot out of me.”

“Of course!” She felt bad for even hinting that it was his fault for not replying to her texts, for not speaking to her at all in over a week. How could she ever doubt him? How could she ever even think to blame him? She grabbed his hand and led him to her tiny kitchen, to the table where she had prepared food for him. “I knew you’d be tired. You were filming all day today, weren’t you? That’s why you couldn’t text me. That’s why you could only see me this late. Don’t worry, Chris, I understand. And look, I cooked for you. It’s all your favourite food.” She peered up at him hopefully.

Chris smiled, “That’s so cute, princess. You’d make such a cute little housewife.”

She glowed.

“But I’m not too hungry right now, babe. I’m sorry.”

She wilted. She wondered if she should get angry, tell him she’d spent ages on the food. Ask him to maybe just try a bite or two. Would that be so bad? She was about to open her mouth when Chris grabbed her suddenly, pressing his lips against hers in a rough, possessive kiss that left her reeling.

“It gets me so hard, though,” He said against her lips, “The thought of you cooking for me. Slaving your little ass away all day in the kitchen, just for me.” He fingered a loose strand of her hair, tucking it gently behind her ear; the action almost tender if it weren’t for the rapidly darkening look in his eyes, “You always want to please your daddy, don’t you?” He asked her, a slight edge in his tone.

And of course, it made her pussy clench, hearing him speak like that. Sometimes it scared her, how dark he could get, how far he took things. But she had never been with a man before Chris, and he had told her that all good girlfriends called their boyfriends ‘daddy,’ and all good girlfriends let their daddies do all the unspeakable things he did to her. And it got her wet yet made her bristle with shame every time she remembered everything she’d allowed him do to her.

(She remembered him calling her a stupid, pathetic little girl as he made her lick his cum off the floor. She remembered him tugging a leather collar around her neck, fastening it on tightly, assuring her that a good little girlfriend would gladly get on her knees and crawl for her daddy. She remembered the butt plug which he had made her wear all day, warning her that there’d be hell to pay if she took it off even for a second.

She remembered the first time he’d taken her up the ass, after a lot of coercion, and she’d pleaded with him after it was done: “Chris, please. Don’t let anyone know I let you do that.” And there were tears welling in her eyes, embarrassed by how her body had responded to every sinful thing he did to her. And Chris had laughed, “Princess, you’re my dirty little secret. I ain’t tellin’ no one.”)

“Don’t you?” He repeated, zapping her out of her memories and back into the present, and she knew Chris didn’t like to repeat himself.

“Yes, I do.” She whispered, wanting to make him proud, feeling the wetness pool between her legs at how commanding he was being.

Rough fingers grabbed her jaw, tugging her forward, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I always want to please my daddy.” She whispered, wanting to squeeze her eyes shut out of embarrassment but keeping them open and locked with his regardless. She knew how much he got off on embarrassing her, making her feel small. And it got her off too, she was subconsciously pressing her legs together.

Chris smiled his approval, features morphing from dark to angelic in a heartbeat. “You wanna please daddy, huh?” She nodded desperately. “Then why don’t you clean up and put away all this food, and then we can go to your bedroom and play?”

She scrambled to obey him, so instantaneously that it was almost embarrassing. She had laid the food out all prettily on the kitchen table, a cute checkered tablecloth decorated with dishes of all his favourite food, and a plate piled high at the head of the table, food untouched and gone cold. She sighed, grabbing a dish to put into the fridge when she felt him tug her arm.

“Stop.” He commanded her, and her heart skipped a beat. Had Chris changed his mind? Was he going to eat the meal after all? Maybe they could enjoy it together? Maybe he would be sweet and romantic tonight? Or maybe he would help her clear it all up? Apologise for not wanting to eat it, promise her he’d eat it tomorrow. And then carry her to the bedroom and make love to her, all slow and gentle for a change.

“Take your clothes off first.” Was all he said.

She stood there, frozen, staring up at him in dismay. What? And he just smirked at her, blue eyes twinkling with a little bit of mischief and a little bit of something darker. He pulled a chair out and sat down, looking at her expectantly. “You heard me. Strip. And then clean all this up. I’ll wait.”

She wondered if it was possible for someone’s heart to sink and pussy to clench at the same time. Her cheeks burned as she slowly slipped her robe off, revealing the baby pink lingerie she had worn just for him. But Chris’ eyes weren’t even on her; he had pulled out his phone once more, tapping away at it as if responding to a text was more important than her. And a large part of her was so turned on by his nonchalance, almost like he’d programmed and trained her to be. But a tiny part of her wanted to die because she had chosen this lingerie especially for him, matching his tastes, hoping he’d like it.

And he hadn’t even given it a glance.

It was only when her bra and G-string lay on the floor and she stood naked in front of him, did Chris look at her once again. Licking his lips, he eyed her up and down. There was a starved look in his eyes, but his exterior remained calm, collected. She envied how he could control his lust, while she could barely last two seconds around him without turning into a submissive mass of quivering nerves.

“Good girl.” He said softly, and she beamed at the praise, sunken heart rising up once more. But then his attention diverted back to his phone, “Now get to cleaning. I’ll give you five minutes. Daddy’s had a hard day and wants to blow off some steam, so hurry up.”

“Yes, daddy.” She said dutifully, getting to work on clearing the plates. And she was so wet now, the juxtaposition of her naked body and him being fully clothed was enough to make her throb down there. And it was cold – the heating in her apartment didn’t work too well – and her nipples were stiff enough to cut glass. And she could feel Chris’ burning eyes on her body, getting off on embarrassing her like this, getting off on watching her naked in the kitchen on his orders, doing exactly what he’d asked her to do. It was sick. They were both sick.

She watched him from her peripheral as she cleaned; he seemed to be scrolling through his phone with one hand, the other tapping on the table impatiently, as if willing her to hurry the fuck up. She winced inwardly when she caught sight of his wedding band on his ring finger, but chased the feeling of shame away, stamped at it until it was nothing but a sliver of nagging negativity at the back of her mind.

Chris had not been wearing his wedding ring when she had met him. And not when they got together. And certainly not when he took her virginity. And when she had found out he was married – almost two months into their relationship – she had cried and screamed and demanded to end everything. She really had! But Chris had gathered her in his arms, kissed her tears away and whispered sweet assurances in her ear. “She means nothing to me, baby.” “We don’t even sleep in the same bed anymore.” “I’m in the process of getting a divorce, baby. But you know these things take time.” “I love you, princess, not her.”

And she had believed him. Of course, she had. And she still believed him now, when it was six months later and the wedding ring was still on his finger. Because Chris loved her, he’d told her so many, many times! And Chris was a famous actor, and divorces were difficult in the public eye. He told her it would take time, but he was speaking to his lawyers. And why wouldn’t she believe him? He was the love of her life and he would never, ever lie to her.

Sometimes, she wondered what her family and friends would think if they knew she was with Chris. Well, if they could ever get past the fact that he was married, they’d see what she saw. A charming, beautiful man whose smile could light up the whole room. Funny, witty, talented, confident, it seemed everything that she lacked – he seemed to possess in bucketloads. But Chris was also a lot older than her, and she wondered if her parents would ever approve of that.

Well, they would have to, she decided. Because soon, when Chris got his divorce, she and him would be together – properly. He could take her out on proper dates just like he promised he would, instead of sneaking into her apartment in the middle of the night whenever he managed to be in town. And he would buy her a ring, and marry her in a huge wedding where he would show her off in front of everyone. Where he’d be proud of her. And she would be the perfect, most loving and devoted little wife to him.

“You done?” Chris’ curt words snapped her out of her imagination. She had just covered the last remaining dish in cling-film, placing it in the fridge before turning obediently to face him.

“Yes, daddy. All done just like you asked.”

He ran a hand through his dark hair, making it slightly unruly in a way that looked so fuckable, it was insane. He was so handsome; the entire world knew it. And it thrilled her to know that he had chosen her. And slowly, he beckoned her to come closer, and she almost tripped on her feet to obey him. He set his phone face down on the table and patted his knee, and it took her less than a second to sit down on his lap. The denim material of his jeans felt rough against her skin, and that plus the cold temperature made her hyper-aware of her nakedness. She shivered.

Chris’ lips brushed against her temple, dipping lower before she felt him lick the shell of her ear lewdly, “You’re a little whore, you know that?” She felt another pang of hurt, but it was overpowered by the thrill his cruel words seemed to cause down there. How he had trained her to get off on his harsh verbal degradations, she could never figure out. But she had never known any different, and she had to keep reminding herself that this wasn’t really him, this was just his dominant side coming out to play, and tapping into her darkest, most shameful desires.

“But you’re a good whore,” Chris breathed, stroking her hair, smoothening down the waves, petting her like a puppy, “You’re a good little whore for daddy. It’s amazing how you do what I tell you to without any argument. Even if it’s the most degrading, fucked up thing in the world.” He snickered darkly, and then he reached down to pinch her thigh harshly, “You keep me wondering how far I can take it with you, princess.”

Slowly, his fingers crept to her front, her legs easily parting for him and allowing him access to her pussy. Well, it was his anyways. He massaged her clit slowly, confidently in the way only he knew how to. Barely touching her, knowing it drove her crazy. She whimpered when he pushed two fingers inside her, cringing at the squelching sound which gave away just how dripping wet she was for him.

“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” Chris’ voice was demanding, yet so velvety smooth. She bit her lip, rocking her hips against his hand, practically humping against it while he worked another finger inside her.

“Yes, daddy, anything,” She promised him between small, breathless moans of pleasure.

“Pathetic.” He taunted her, biting her ear lobe, kissing her jaw, fondling her naked body with his other hand, rolling and pinching her stiff nipple, and he did it so hard it hurt.  And he continued to fuck her with his fingers. All the while looking completely composed whilst she slowly became undone on his lap. “You’re a pathetic little girl, you know that?”

“I am, I am!” She cried, rutting harder against him, gasping when he added another finger. There was no singular thought in her mind except his fingers, and how good they felt, and how badly she wanted to cum. And she would do anything for him, anything he’d ask for. Isn’t that what girlfriends did for their boyfriends? That’s what he always told her.

He laughed cruelly, increasing his pace, curling his fingers upwards, getting just the right angle, knowing he had her. She could hear the smirk in his words: “You’d even let me piss on you if I wanted to, wouldn’t you?”

Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, like a freight train. And how red it made her cheeks to think of what he’d said, the taboo nature of it and how, ultimately, that’s what had made her cum. She rocked against his fingers, riding out her orgasm, feeling bliss, pleasure, shame, embarrassment, all rolled into one. God, why was she like this? Was it normal to get off to all the disgusting things he did to her, said to her? But his fingers felt so good, the orgasm so overwhelming that she didn’t know what to think, and all she did was bury her head into his shoulder, tears welling in her eyes from all the jumbled thoughts running in her head.

And Chris just laughed, fingers still inside her, his dick harder than a rock underneath her. “I love it when you cry, princess.” Sex was a game to him, she thought. A sick game of powerplay, exerting as much dominance over her as he possibly could, reducing her to a crying, sobbing mess of incoherent thoughts. And she knew he was barely just getting started. Using his thumb and forefinger, he grabbed her chin and roughly turned her to face him.

“You’re so pathetic.” He repeated lowly, “But you’re lucky I find it so sexy.” And he cupped her face with both his hands, squeezing her jaw so hard it hurt. And she wanted to kiss him so bad, have that little bit of tenderness to balance out the roughness. Instead, he spat straight in her mouth, causing her pussy to convulse with newfound thrill. And then he kissed her roughly, biting her lip till she knew he’d broken skin, and she could taste her own blood.

And she couldn’t wait any longer, hoping he’d take her right then and there. Fuck her hard or slow – she didn’t care. It was crazy how badly she wanted him, no matter what he did to her. But she knew Chris liked to play with his meals before he devoured them, and he pushed her off his lap roughly, and she landed on the floor, grimacing at the loss of touch and the hard wood floor beneath her. With pursed lips and flushed cheeks, she looked up at him submissively, waiting.

“Crawl.” He said simply. “Crawl to the bedroom, princess. And don’t look at me like that. You know how to do it,” he laughed cruelly, “You’ve done it plenty of times before.” And of course, she had. She’d done much worse things under his orders, taboo things that would make her parents’ and friends’ skins crawl with disgust. And as she turned and began to crawl – luckily, her bedroom wasn’t too far away – she winced when the palm of his hand collided with her ass once more, the cracking sound of the smack echoing around her small apartment.

It was while she was crawling that a small part of her wondered when exactly things had changed. She remembered the first time they’d had sex, when he’d taken her virginity. And Chris had been so tender, so caring; whispering assurances in her ear, his eyes sparkling with wonder at every hitch of her breath as he entered her for the first time. Whispering soft comforts into her ear, both of them bathed in warm, candle-lit glow, he had created heaven for her in that instance. So, she wondered when exactly the gentle sweet nothings had turned into scorn and brutality, whips, belts, handcuffs and everything in between.

She also wondered when exactly she had begun to crave all the sickness, the depravity, the roughness, the degradation.

Reaching her room with a dull pain in her knees, she assumed position in the middle of the snow-white fuzzy rug, facing the door and waiting for him. She could hear him walking around in the kitchen, opening the fridge. The pop of a beer can opening, and the sound of a long swig. Slow, leisurely steps that grew closer, making her shiver in anticipation.

“You look so pretty like this.” Chris said, standing in the doorway with a smirk playing on his lips. He meandered closer, so relaxed, so calm, as if he was in no hurry to get to her. And then he was looming above her, and he pulled her roughly by the hair till she was up on her knees and face to face with his clothed dick. It was almost calculating, the way he stroked the top of her head, and she couldn’t help but savour his demeaning touch. But then his grip on the strands of her hair tightened, and she hissed in pain. There was a glint in his eye when he continued, “But you’d be prettier with my dick in your mouth.”

The order was so simple, and she scrambled to obey. Shaky hands undoing his fly, daintily reaching into his boxers to pull out his dick. And God, she’d be lying if she said his dick didn’t intimidate her every time that she saw it. So big, thick, veiny, imposing; it always hurt when he entered her – no matter which of her three holes he used.

And there was no preamble with Chris – she certainly wouldn’t dare to tease him. Not that she’d had the time to – he immediately forced his dick down her throat before she’d barely parted her lips. He hissed in relief. “Fuck, your little whore mouth feels so good on daddy’s dick,” he muttered, hips immediately thrusting into her mouth, effectively fucking her face.

She felt the tip of his dick hit the back of his throat, felt her eyes watering already. But she wanted to concentrate, wanted to please him as best she could. And Chris was murmuring every profanity under the sun – profanities he’d banned her from ever uttering unless it was during sex. “Motherfucking shit, just like that,” and he’d grabbed her face, which was blotchy with tears, forcing her to meet his gaze, “Fucking look at me, you dumb fucking slut. Keep your eyes on me. Fuck.”

She was almost suffocating on his cock – and she knew that Chris was well aware of this. It got him off even more – the power he held over her. He only fucked her face harder, until she was deepthroating him, choking and gagging with her knees about to give out underneath her. “This is how you should always be.” Chris told her, fucking into her mouth so hard, she thought she may pass out, “On your knees with your lips around my cock. Fuck, I shouldn’t even have to ask you to blow me.” He slapped her lightly across the cheek, “You hear me? Next time I come over, you better be on your knees and ready to suck daddy’s cock like a good fucking little slut, got it?”

And why did it make her pussy throb so hard when he pulled his dick out, slapping her across the face with it multiple times as she gasped for breath? Why was the wetness seeping down her legs when he rubbed his dick all over her face as if he was marking his property?

Chris pushed her off his dick, and she landed on the floor in a heap of limbs, sobbing because of his roughness, the aching of her jaw, the soreness already developing in the back of her throat. And Chris loomed over her, dark and imposing as ever, pumping his dick as he spat on her again, “If only you could see yourself right now,” he said, grabbing her by the hair once more, ignoring her cries of pain as he threw her down onto the bed, “If only you could see what a mess you are. And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

She nodded desperately through her tears, “Yes, daddy! All for you. Only for you.”

The look in his eyes was almost sadistic, as he climbed up on the bed on top of her. Like the big bad wolf closing in on his prey, knowing he had all the freedom in the world to do any and every depraved thing to her that he could think of. His large hands stroked her body slowly, the touch almost gentle except she knew better. He stroked down her belly, smoothed down her thighs till he reached her knees, pushing her legs up until her pussy was on full display for him.

And all Chris had to do was flick her engorged clit once, and she practically convulsed with pleasure – she hadn’t realised just how riled up she was until she was squirting all over his hand. From a single flick. Even Chris looked momentarily bemused, watching her ride out the unexpected orgasm, wailing his name, whimpering daddy over and over again as she came down from her high.

“I think you’re having too much fun, princess.” Chris’ tone was velvety smooth, and she shut off her whimpering immediately, suddenly hyper-aware of the danger his demeanour seemed to promise. He chuckled, pressing down on her sensitive, raw clit once more. She cried out; too much, too much, too much! But Chris wasn’t done with his ministrations, the glint in his eye indicating a plan formulating. “I want you to finger yourself. Since you can’t seem to stop orgasming. Can you do that for me, princess?”

She was too sensitive, but she knew she had to obey. And honestly, she had been expecting something a lot more fucked up than her fingering herself. She bit her lip, nodding and murmuring a quiet yes, daddy before slipping a finger inside herself. God, she was so wet, she couldn’t remember ever being wetter. The squelching sounds of her juices made her burn with embarrassment, and Chris licked his lips, grabbing on to her wrist suddenly.

“Wrong hole, princess.” There was an evil look of glee on Chris’ face.

Oh no.

She swallowed harshly as he led her hand downwards, her dripping fingers now hovering over her puckered asshole. Oh no. No. Please. No.

She remembered the first time Chris had ventured his own fingers to her rear entrance, and the burning shame she had felt when he had forced his digits up inside her, scissoring her open, stretching her out. The feeling had been so foreign, so taboo to her, and she had cried, pleaded for him to stop. Because it had felt good – and she didn’t know what to make of that.

But the shame never really went away. And neither did the burning feeling of intrusion as Chris forced her fingers inside her asshole. Wet with her own juices, it was still a tight fit, and she sobbed because why was she so turned on? Why did his wicked smirk and evil glint in those angelic eyes send sparks up and down her body?

“C’mon, princess, show some enthusiasm.” He murmured darkly, raking his own fingers through her hair in an almost calming way, his other hand leaving hers to palm his cock, “I don’t know why you’re crying. We both know deep down you’re a fucking slut for anal. Just look how fucking wet you are, with your own fingers up your ass.” He laughed cruelly, giving her a harsh smack on the ass. And then, with a blink of an eye, his features shadowed, “But you have to do better, sweetheart. Or else I’ll punish you.”

The quiet threat immediately had her concentrating hard, scrunching her eyes shut and focusing on pleasuring herself. Forcing her own fingers deep inside herself, in and out, in and out; making a big show of it, moaning and preening for him. Because that was what he liked. And she had to do everything that he liked. Or else I’ll punish you.

She remembered the last time he had punished her – although she wished she didn’t. Sadistic and rough sex was Chris’ idea of a normal night of intimacy – especially as of late. But when he was angry and in the mood to punish? She swallowed hard. The last time had been because she’d had lunch with an old guy friend from high school. Chris had somehow found out. She had come home to him waiting on her bed (he had a key to her apartment, of course) with his leather belt in his hand and a dark, faraway look on his face. After that night, she promised him she would never speak to another man again. And Chris had smiled, and made pancakes for her in the morning.

A slight rustling made her snap her eyes back open, and her heart sank with dismay when she registered Chris with his phone in his hand, pointed straight at her. Her fingers stalled for a second, and he gave her a warning look. “Don’t get camera-shy now, princess.” He warned, jacking off his dick with his other hand, “I want you to look straight at the camera as you finger yourself. Look straight into this fucking lens and tell me who this tight little ass belongs to.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered quietly, all the while silently praying that she was doing good enough for him and his phone camera, “It belongs to my daddy.”

“Louder.”

“It’s yours!” She cried out in desperation, “It belongs to you, okay? This ass belongs to daddy. Please!” She felt like she was broken, like a toy with a broken battery that kept repeating the same thing. And she was also so turned on, so wet and worked up from the humiliation of being filmed in such a compromising and lewd position. With her legs splayed apart and everything on display – just for him.

“How does it feel, huh?” Chris asked her smoothly, throwing his phone aside and climbing on top of her, “How does it feel to have no dignity?” He laughed cruelly, “You’re lucky you’re so fucking hot, you can get away with it.” And then he was kissing her; hot, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue probing the inside of her mouth like he owned it. His rough beard bristled against her tear-stained jaw in a way that was so familiar, so him. And she responded weakly, body and mind so sapped of energy and so tense from being so turned on. And his hands were everywhere; squeezing her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples till she cried out in pain against his lips.

“Daddy, please,” She pleaded, “Please fuck me. Please. I’ll do anything. Just please.”

“Oh, princess. You can’t help but beg me, can you?” He was on his knees, straddling her as he tugged his jacket off. “But honestly, you’d do anything for me anyways.”

“I need you so bad.” She tried again.

Chris licked his lips as he shrugged off his shirt, “How bad?”

“Like… Like I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”

His eyes darkened, and it was as if his dick seemed to get harder at her words. He loomed above her, staring down at her with a look that could only be described as a mixture of lust, power and sadism (with a tiny bit of wonder mixed in). “It’s like you worship me.” He said to her, and she nodded desperately. “It’s like I’m your god, and you’d do anything I’d tell you to.” His large hand suddenly wrapped around her delicate throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard for her to breathe, “I could choke you out right now till you passed out, and you’d just wake up and thank me for it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy!” She gasped, and he loosened his grip on her. She sputtered and coughed, air filling her lungs properly once more. It was different, the glint in his eyes as he watched her. She knew he got off on the power he held over her, but it had never been this intense before. But it turned her on way too much, his power – both physical and mental. How big and strong he was compared to her, how he could toss her around like a rag-doll. How he could torture her psychologically, reduce her to a crying mess.

With no warning, and a quick snap of his hips, he shoved his dick inside her. And despite how many times he had fucked her before, it always felt like a little bit of an intrusion because of how big he was. Like a steel rod ramming into her, stretching her out, making her wince with pain yet gasp in relief at the feel of finally being so full. Full of him. And Chris gasped too, clutching at her hips, the rough pads of his fingers leaving bruises in their wake as he bottomed out inside her.

“How the hell does this tiny pussy stay so fucking tight?” He breathed, pressing his forehead against hers. “Hm? Tell me how it still fucking feels like it’s the first time, like I’m fucking your virgin pussy for the first time like I did months ago?”

She had no idea how to answer him, and instead just moaned his name, her nails grazing his back and grabbing on to his bicep because she knew any moment now, he would switch into jackhammer mode. “Please…Please, daddy,” She begged, “Please move. I can’t… I can’t take it. I need you so bad.”

“I know you do.” Chris replied simply, pulling all the way out, leaving her empty and gaping, yearning for him, “I know that’s all you think about. I know your whole world revolves around my fucking dick.” He kissed her roughly, possessively, “There’s not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours that isn’t about my dick, about daddy fucking you. Is there?” His hand wrapped around her throat once more, “I said, is there?” She shook her head furiously, and he smirked. “I know, baby. I know.”

And he slammed back into her, so hard and fast that she audibly screamed. And he was vicious from the get-go, not giving her a chance to adjust – not that he ever did, as of late – as he began to thrust in and out of her. It was almost carnal, the way she was screaming his name in seconds, searing pleasure already sparking inside her because he was hitting all the right spots. Searing pleasure mixed with burning pain because he was so big, and so strong, pinning her down and claiming her every time his dick entered her body.

He hiked one of her legs up over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. She whimpered with pleasure, hands grabbing on to his hair, his arms, his chest. And he squeezed her breast roughly, his other hand still firmly wrapped around her throat. He made her bed seem flimsy, the way it was rocking with every one of his animalistic thrusts, the way the headboard was banging against the wall – the loud thuds mixing in with the sound of her moans.

“It feels so good knowing I can use you whenever I want, however I want.” Chris whispered through gritted teeth, all the while still ramming into her at top speed, his balls slapping against her lewdly. “You’re just a doll to me, a toy for me to use and abuse. Aren’t you, princess?” His degrading words only ignited the flames of pleasure that were already licking up and down her body, mounting and building up, further fuelled when he squeezed her throat harder, “I asked you a question, you fucking slut.”

“Yes, daddy!” She cried out dutifully, deliriously, “I’m your toy, just a toy for you to… For you to use, oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop!”

“How does it feel knowing you could never say no to me?” His voice remained velvet smooth, as if he wasn’t already using all of his energy to fuck the literal living daylights out of her. His thrusts never faltered, his dick feeling like an angry steel rod the way it was hitting her G-spot over and over again. “Daddy fucking owns you; you hear me? I own you and I will fuck you however and whenever I want. I’ll fucking ruin your little pussy, ruin you for anyone else, you got it?” He accentuated his words with a particularly hard thrust that had her reeling, “Not that there’ll ever be anyone else for you. It’s all me. I was your first and I’ll be your fucking last.  Just me. For the rest of your fucking life. I own you.”

Her orgasm was earth-shattering. Almost like the entire world around her paused while waves of pleasure seared through her body. Except Chris. He never paused, continuing to fuck her mercilessly while she had stars behind her eyes. Her legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, went limp against him, toes curling, belly taut and tense, the red-hot pleasure overwhelming her as she cried out his name again and again till it lost all meaning. Her pussy was clenching around him, milking his dick like a velvet vice, and all the while she sobbed with pleasure. She was as sure as anything that no one else could ever make her feel half as amazing as Chris could.

“What a stupid fucking little girl,” Chris tutted, voice so low it was almost a growl, “Acting like a fucking virgin who can’t even hold it in.” He slapped her lightly across the face and she opened her eyes, her tear-stained cheeks reddening in post-orgasmic glow. “You didn’t even ask daddy’s permission before you fucking came all over my dick.” And he was still fucking her raw and overstimulated pussy, staring at her with lust-blown eyes and a carnal desire.

She shook her head, “Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” She cried desperately, clutching at his face, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t punish her. “I… I couldn’t help it, please! I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it!”

And for a moment she thought this was it, and she braced herself for what was to come. But then Chris laughed – casually, as if he wasn’t still in the middle of fucking her senseless, “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, princess. And that you look so fucking pretty when you cum.” And was it bad that her heart soared at his compliment? She was about to thank him when he pulled out suddenly, leaving her feeling gapingly empty, before he flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

“But I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He murmured, giving her ass a harsh, stinging slap before ramming into her once more. And she cried out because it was too much, way too much. And his previous roughness was nothing compared to now; her body gave out almost immediately, and she fell in a mass of sweaty limbs on the bed as he fucked into her. And Chris had to hoist her back up, spanking her again, “You better stay in fucking place, or else.” He warned, his other hand grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it hard. “You’re a dumb fucking slutty little girl who belongs on her fucking hands and knees. Stay. In. Fucking. Position. Fuck!”

Each word was enunciated with an earth-shattering thrust, and she truly thought he was about to break her in two. How was he so fucking strong? How did he have so much stamina? Sometimes, she really thought he had the super strength of the hero he played in the movies. Because the creaking and thudding she could hear was proof that he was fucking her so hard, her bed was probably going to break.

“You should always be like this.” Chris said through gritted teeth, the determination evident in his voice. “Helpless and underneath me. God, fuck! You’re so fucking hot like this, princess. You should always be on your hands and knees. Always. Like a fucking kitten. Like daddy’s pet. You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you?” He squeezed her ass roughly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh so harshly, she was sure he’d drawn blood. And she cried out his name, because she could feel a dull spark down there, and she knew he had her again.

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” Chris said, giving her ass another smack, and then another, and then another. His hand snaked down, rough fingers pinching her clit. She let out a carnal scream, her pleasure mounting once more. “Daddy’s little princess is gonna cum again, isn’t she? You’re gonna cum again like the dumb fucking slut you are.”

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes! Daddy, please! Please don’t stop. Right fucking there, oh my God!” And she was cumming again, her pussy, used and abused by his dick, pulsating around him as she came. And she screamed so loud, she was sure the neighbours would complain. She rocked back against his dick, her ass rubbing against his balls involuntarily, riding out her orgasm before she fell limp underneath him, weak and completely spent.

She felt his dick twitch inside her, felt his fist in her hair tighten, heard him mutter a string of expletives under his breath. And then he was cumming too, releasing hard inside her pussy, claiming it completely. Hot spurts of his cum coating her insides, filling her up completely, making her feel so full, so used, so complete. Chris always came inside her. He never pulled out. And he never wore a condom.

“Look at you, taking daddy’s cum like a good fucking girl.” Chris grunted, collapsing on top of her exhausted body. He had continued to thrust sloppily into her while he came, and only stopped when he was completely done, and his hand reached down to swipe at her still full pussy, where his seed was dripping out of her, “You couldn’t even keep it all in, could you?”

With his finger, he gathered some of his cum which was leaking out of her, yanking her hair with his other hand to lift up her head. And she was a ragdoll, so completely drained of any energy, only able to part her lips weakly as he fed her his cum, lapping at his finger until it was clean. And then they just lay there, and whether it was a few minutes or more, she couldn’t tell because she was still so fucked out. But it felt nice, his body so big and warm on top of her. His taut, muscular abs and hard chest, smattered with hair, flush against her used, abused and bruised body.

She sighed happily.

Eventually, Chris shifted off of her, his dick still lodged inside her of her as he lay down next to her. And she snuggled up close to him, “That… That was amazing.”

No answer.

“Really, I missed you so much, Chris.” She tried again, hand reaching up to graze against his chest. And he looked so handsome; with a sheen of sweat glazing his body, his brown hair messy yet not completely dishevelled – unlike hers – and his eyes a dark, dark blue as his gaze raked down her body. Almost as if he was admiring his own handiwork: admiring the angry bruises on her hips, the splotchy handprints on her ass, the redness of her throat. She knew he was getting hard again. Sometimes, Chris would fuck her all night, his stamina seemingly never-ending, making them go at it again and again and again till the sun was rising and she was passing out and begging him to stop.

She hoped that wouldn’t happen now. Not before she’d had a chance to speak to him, tell him all about her day, and yesterday, and all of the past week – if only he’d ask. And anyways, he had been so rough this time, she was sure she couldn’t handle another round of fucking – he’d truly break her in two.

“I missed you too, princess.” Chris said finally, pressing his lips against her in the softest kiss he’d given her all night. And she glowed, heart soaring because he missed her! Often, after a particularly hard and degrading fucking, these dark thoughts would enter her mind: does he really care about me? Does he really love me? Does what we have mean anything to him? But then he’d kiss her softly and tell her he missed her – like he did just now – and she’d stomp those thoughts away like they were cockroaches because of course he cared! Of course, he did!

He did. He did. He did.

“I was thinking about fucking you all day.” Chris said, his hands, so calloused, warm and big, slipping up and down her body, gripping her poor sore hips till she winced. “All I could think about was this fucking body.” He laughed, squeezing her ass playfully – except she yelped in pain. “I still have those videos you sent me, but I think I’m gonna need more to get me through the next few weeks of filming.”

She smiled, clearing her throat slightly and ignoring the throbbing pain emanating from her core, “There’s so much I have to tell you, Chris. You won’t believe what happened this morning! I was on my –”

“Tell me tomorrow, princess.” Chris yawned, “I’m beat after the day I’ve had, been up since 5am yesterday.”

“Oh.” She wilted.

It was with great pain that she got up – about ten minutes later – to go to the bathroom. Every step she took hurt – shooting pain jolting her hips. Red marks on her body were already turning purple, and she knew the soreness in her muscles was about to increase tenfold come morning. And with each painful step she took towards the bathroom, she remembered a time when Chris would run her a bath after a particularly hard fucking. How he’d gently carry her, clean her up, tenderly wash her hair, kiss her softly as he did it, call her his special girl.

He's tired, she reassured herself. He’s been on set all day! The director probably has him doing all sorts of stunts and fight scenes.

She returned to the bedroom after a while, expecting to find Chris asleep. Instead, he was on his phone, texting someone again. But her slow shuffling distracted him, and he dropped his phone as he stared at her naked form slowly making its way over to the bed.

“Wow.” Chris said, hand going down to palm his dick which was already hard again, “I really did a number on you this time, didn’t I?” His eyes were dark, so dark and blown out with lust as he stared at her battered body, and she couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze.

“That’s okay.” She said softly, “I liked it.”

He smirked, pumping his dick with more vigour, “I know you did, princess. That’s why I love you so much.” And then those shadows took over his face, those shadows she knew all too well. He licked his lips, “Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me, sweetheart?” He asked.

Except they both knew it wasn’t a question.

“B-But…” But I thought you were tired, she had wanted to say that, but caught herself in the nick of time.

Chris’ eyes narrowed as he got to his feet on the side of the bed, “What was that?” The threat was clear in his words.

“Noth…Nothing.” She stuttered; palms suddenly sweaty.

He smiled, and was it possible for someone to look angelic yet threatening at the same time? “That’s what I thought, princess. Don’t act like you don’t want it. What did I tell you? What did I say good girlfriends do?”

“Good girlfriends take daddy’s dick whenever daddy wants.” She sniffed.  

Chris loves me, she thought as she got on her hands and knees, with every muscle in her body aching and about to give out. Chris loves me, she thought through gritted teeth, grimacing at his rough hands grabbing at her bruised hips once more. Chris loves me, she thought when she felt the stroke of his tip against her dripping slit. Chris loves me, she thought as the tears threatened to spill down onto the bedsheets below her, and she felt his cock stroke against her asshole. Chris loves me. He loves me. He loves me.

“I love how you obey me.” Chris said, and then he began his assault.

The end

A/N: Hello to everyone who read till the end! I hope you enjoyed this. I really wanted to challenge myself and write Chris as a super dark and toxic boyfriend type character. In fact, I stopped it there because it was kind of getting too dark, lmfao. Also, this has not been proofread so sorry for any errors! Please do tell me what you think!

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

content warnings: talk of canon-consistent trauma

Part Five

I sit down next to Spencer on the couch, pulling a blanket onto my lap as I cross my legs in a pretzel. I’m in my pjs, a t shirt from my days in my high school’s chess club and a pair of blue cotton shorts I found in my dresser.

Spencer’s wearing red plaid pajama bottoms and a white t shirt. He looks good in a white t shirt. I hate that I’m thinking it but I am.

He has the bowl of popcorn in his lap as he turns on the tv. He then gives the remote to me since I lived here and know how to work it better.

As I’m searching through movies on Netflix, Spencer looks over to me.

“You were in chess club?”

I laugh softly, slightly embarrassed by the neediness I possessed in high school. “Yeah. I wasn’t great, but I was probably the best one. Well except Charlie Van Horton. Man, I hated that guy.”

Spencer chuckles a little, his white teeth nearly blinding me. He has a pretty smile. His lips are nice and pink too. God, I’m going to punch myself when he turns around.

“I love chess,” he tells me. “Your dad refuses to play with me because I always beat him.”

I laugh softly. “He refuses to play with me too.”

He smiles faintly. “Maybe we could play together sometime?”

“Oh hell no!” I laugh. “You’d kick my ass in two minutes.”

“Probably one.”

“Oh you got jokes now, Dr. Reid?” I hold my chuckle.

Spencer doesn’t hide his. “I can be funny.”

“Not on purpose,” I say, eyeing him.

“Ouch.”

I roll my eyes, choosing a movie. “This okay?”

He reads the summary in a solid 3 seconds. “Yes, sounds good.”

It’s a thriller movie that I figured he’d appreciate, but it shouldn’t be too scary where I’ll be unnerved for a few hours.

I press play and reach into the bowl on his lap, grabbing a handful of popcorn. He opted for the kettlecorn. Good choice.

Eventually, the credits start rolling on the screen. I’m half asleep and barely payed attention to the second half of the movie. It wasn’t bad, just not entirely attention grabbing.

“Jade?” Spencer asks softly.

“I’m awake,” I say, and my voice is barely convincing.

“You should get some rest.”

I yawn before rising from the couch. “I won’t argue with that. Goodnight, Spencer.”

“Sleep well,” he says gently.

I groggily go upstairs and make my way to my bedroom, being quiet as to not wake up my brother. It’s nearly 2am, and it was a struggle to get him asleep anyway.

I wake up this morning to the smell of eggs and bacon. Man, I could get used to Spencer being here.

After my usual bathroom routine, aka run to the toilet before I pee myself, wash my face, brush my teeth, and fix my bed head, I head downstairs toward the smell of breakfast.

Jack’s in his usual spot, feet kicking in the air as he sits and waits for his food to be ready. I sit down next to him after greeting the two boys.

“What are we doing today?” Jack asks me.

“I don’t know. What would you like to do?”

I can tell that he didn’t think that far ahead when he shrugs.

“Get back to me on that,” I say with a chuckle.

Spencer’s no longer in his pjs, which would be disappointing to me if I didn’t like the fit of the grey slacks he was wearing. I only met myself gaze for a few seconds.

“Sleep okay?” He asks me as he gets the eggs and bacon on a plate for my brother.

“Yep,” I nod. “I was so tired I almost missed my bed laying down.”

He gives me a concerned look.

“I didn’t though,” I assure him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” he says. “The usual at least.”

I have a feeling his usual isn’t great, but l don’t pry.

Today, we’re laid back. Spencer runs an errand, and I stay with Jack playing with action figures until he comes back.

Around 1pm, I tell him to get ready for a nap, but he tells me he’s not tired. I argue with him for a bit, not sure how Dad handles these things.

“How about I read to you?” Spencer asks.

Jack’s little brown eyes light up. “Okay!”

He runs to the shelves by the tv and grabs his favorite book. I remember Dad reading it to me when I was his age. It was originally mine. It has my name in it, and when I was 18, I wrote Jack’s under mine.

Spencer’s voice is steady and calming. He slows down his pace so Jack can understand. He lets my brother read some of the words he’s learned.

I can’t help but smile at the sight of Jack leaned against Spencer’s shoulder while he reads to him.

Soon enough, I see those little eyes getting droopy. Spencer volunteers to lay him down. He carries him upstairs and comes back shortly after.

“You’re really good with him,” I tell him. “So much better than me.”

“Don’t say that. He adores you,” Spencer says.

“He has to; I’m his sister. He looks up to you.”

He smiles softly, those pink lips looking extra pretty.

—————

Jade says Jack looks up to me. I give her a soft smile, not sure what to say in response. I’m honored. I never thought I was looking up to material. Hotch and Morgan are definitely looking up to material, but am I?

Growing up, I didn’t have a man around who was. My father was around for the first 10 years of my life, but he made a point to stay at work later and be gone on errands longer than necessary once my mother’s health declined. He was not looking up to material. I knew this even when I was a kid, but especially when I stood there, trying to come up with something to say when my mother was begging him to stay. She called him a coward. I told her I’m not one.

But I think everyone can be cowardice at times. I surely wasn’t brave when Tobias Hankel held me in his father’s cellar. And I wasn’t heroic when a man who was looking up to material left me with only a letter.

And it’s not a brave thing to think that I don’t want a son because I’m not sure how to be a father to one when I didn’t have a good example. But that’s how I feel.

So maybe I’ll stick to the babysitting. Jack and Henry are great kids. I’ll just take care of them when needed and not have to worry about them not having a good role model. Hotch, Will, and JJ are perfect for that part.

“You okay there, Spencer?” Jade asks, bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Did you know daydreaming has many positive effects, including the lessening of anxiety?”

She shakes her head with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, I think you are okay.”

“I think I’m going to order Chinese for dinner if that’s okay with you,” I ask, changing the subject.

Takeout is a usual meal of mine inbetween cases. I’ve grown accustomed to it, and now I’m craving orange chicken and spring rolls.

“That sounds good to me. I’m sure Jack will agree. He loves noodles,” she says.

Over dinner, we talk about Jack’s favorite cartoons and how he’s excited for summer break. He says he hopes his dad will be home more to see him, and it makes me a little sad for him.

That man spends so much time dealing with serial killers, politics, and paperwork. I’m sure that’s one of the reasons Jade has always been a little distant with people- the walls.

“You don’t have many friends outside of work do you?” Jade asks, and it catches me off guard. Her tone isn’t rude or judgmental.

I furrow my eyebrows and press my lips together. “No.”

“I think that’s weird,” she says, and I almost give her a strange look before she says, “You’re a good person, easy to talk to. I guess you’re too busy with work, huh?”

“Yeah. The BAU keeps me occupied. Thank you though,” I say a little awkwardly.

I think Jade Hotchner is the only person in the world to say I am easy to talk to. The thought makes a slight grin creep up onto my face.

“What’s your middle name?” I ask after the curiosity clicked in my mind.

“Brooke. Brooks is- was my mom’s maiden name, so they thought it was fitting,” she tells me, and I’m a little sorry I asked because I didn’t mean to make her talk about her mom.

“It’s pretty,” I say instead of saying an awkward apology.

“Thank you,” she gives me a small smile.

Tomorrow, well really tonight since it’s past 12am when I’m going to bed, is Friday, the last full day I’m babysitting Jack. Hotch should be back late Morning Saturday.

six

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[tteokdoroki]

saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink... <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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katsuki bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep. between being a pro hero and family life, the full eight to nine hours of pure rest wasn’t easy to come by— now he wasn’t complaining, he was far too grateful for the life he lead to whinge and whine about the finer details. bakugou was right on track to becoming the number two, he had a beautiful wife who loved him and supported him no matter how reckless he might have been and two little brats that he adored more than anything. he was miles ahead of his high school classmates, never letting up or resting so like he said, there was no room to complain.

but even as the faintest wisps of light slip through drawn curtains and a vermillion gaze settled on the old all might digital alarm clock ( reading 9:01 AM ), katsuki bakugou can’t help but feel grateful for the sleep he just had. no interruptions from wailing toddlers or infants who need changing, no late night call ins for patrols— none of that, just an arm around his wife’s waist and the soft sound of her breathing to coax him out of his sleepy state.

bakugou remembers now, a distant yet far from faint memory of where he and his wife spent two days of their honeymoon under slumber’s spell, having ravished each other the very night they arrived in paris for their honeymoon ( all mina’s idea, she had told katsuki it was the perfect destination for newly weds in love— and whilst the several districts his alien friend recommended did appease you, the blonde had promised to take you on a more luxurious getaway when he was hire up in the hero rankings ). of course that very honeymoon lead you to fall pregnant with your first little miracle— taiga bakugou, the very spitting image of her father except or the slight tilt to her nose and the sparkle in her eye that only her mother possessed.

raising her had proven to be both an enjoyable and exhausting experience for katsuki, with a matching explosive personality to rival even her daddy’s— there were many restless nights the pro hero spent butting heads with his daughter while his sweet spouse was away on missions and getting used to the field again. even during the pregnancy, full nights of rest were little to none— the cravings taiga gave you were almost unbearable for the blonde, not to mention the 2AM labour his little girl put you through...and yet he would repeat the last four years of lack of sleep all over again if it meant reliving every single moment with you. raising tatsumo was much better; however.

so as the weight of well deserved slumber lifts from katsuki’s shoulder’s he’s forced to deal with the memories of your sweet cries from the night (or rather, nights) he made you his wife. he stirs under cotton sheets, a familiar hardness pressing against his inner thigh as he recalls the way you tightened around him— “honey baby,” the desperate whisper tastes foreign, bitter across his tastebuds as he licks his lips. katsuki was usually much more composed when it came to sex, he could hold out for hours while you pleaded and begged of him to give you more. but this morning was different, very much so.

skilfully, the ash blonde slips a hand between your sheets, finger tips calloused with years of training and battle, dancing up your bare thighs from where you wear only his shirt and a pair of panties. the fingers trail up to your underwear, pressing them against your cunt as bakugou watches your face for any reaction— you twitch once before falling back into a deep slumber, letting your husband know that he can continue. he peels like orange silk away from your core and down your legs, half resisting the urge to sniff your undergarment like the dirty man he is but he decides that he can longer wait, already turned on by the feeling of your bare pussy against his hand.

the pro knows exactly how to turn you on, dragging is nails down your thighs just an inch from your wetness and his mind fogs with lust at the thought of the sounds you’d make for him if you were awake...not yet, he says to himself. his next move is to fuck your mouth, two of his digits sliding past parted lips from where you snore— gathering the drool that pools on the surface of your tongue. back and forth; move bakugou’s fingers until he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve made them with your spit. returning those very same fingers to your cunt, he parts your folds— already slightly sticky and hot with the nectar he’s used to savouring. if this were any other time, bakugou would be eating you out like a man starved of his last three meals but the rising sun tells him that his moments to fuck you are very few.

so now, he slides those lubed up fingers right into your tight little hole, shuddering under the sheets at how you automatically clamp around him— even while you sleep. katsuki’s vermillion eyes seek out your face in the warm light of the dusk, watching as your expression contorts into that familiar look of pleasure— lips blossoming into a cherry pout, brows furrowed as if you’re focusing on the way your husband makes you feel.

“fuck, honey baby, so good ‘n pliant for me even when yur fuckin’ sleepin’,” katsuki slurs against saliva that slips along his tongue, he’s hungry to fuck you, make you moan and scissors his fingers deep inside your obedient cunt in away that makes your slumbering body jump. pressing a thumb to your neglected clit, bakugou twists his fingers in search for your g-spot, pumping them into you with vigour. “gonna make you cum angel, baby, please cum while you’re like this s’you can take my cock.”

if there’s one thing pro hero dynamite knows, it’s that your body is a slave to him, no matter what state it’s in. your thighs part instinctively; giving your husband room to curl his fingers and press down hard on your pleasure spot— gummy walls sucking him in deeper. he makes you cum while you sleep, juices staining  your supple skin, honeyed from the warm light outside.

“atta girl, cummin’ for your husband like that even when you’re sleeping— so fuckin’ naughty...” katsuki grunts, locks of sun kissed hair beginning to plaster itself against his forehead. his body shakes with the desire to be inside of you, his internal temperature rising with every second that he’s not sheathed within your walls. pulling his fingers away from your twitching mound, bakugou slides them, cum soaked and all, into his mouth to taste your very sweetness. “would eatcha out like a starved man, honeybee, but we don’t gotta lot of time left baby...”

with that, bakugou shuffles his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free, tip bright red and leaking against his toned, scarred abdomen. with practised ease, he hooks your right leg over his waist and positions your dripping cunny right over the head of his length. it takes everything katsuki has not to plunge deep inside of you, to abuse your tempting cunt until it’s formed into the shape of his cock but for once he wants to take you slowly, enjoy his time with your limp body at his disposal.

pressing his girth against your slick entrance, your husband sighs, coating himself with the remainders of your delightful release. the mess you made just for him, makes it easier for him to guide his cock between your velveteen folds that take him so well. his free hand comes up to brush over your cheek and even in the depths of your rest you manage to nuzzle into katsuki’s palm and make his coo— what a precious little doll you are, so good for him and always so obedient no matter what state you’re in. fuck, it drives him so insane that he can’t even think straight.

“...suki....”

fucking hell. the way you sigh out for him so mawkishly whilst you dream makes him twitch, not even half the way inside you.  “c’mon honey baby, don’t go moanin’ my name like that when i haven’t even had a c-chance to make you mine yet—“ the blonde shudders, eyes screwing shut as he finally bottoms out inside of you. katsuki let’s out a choked moan, from deep within his chest while you welcome him into your lethally syrupy cunt. “ohh, fuck, that’s the stuff, good girl...”

bakugou’s thrusts start slow yet, forcing your limp body to jolt up the bed and your tits to bounce in tune with the rhythm of his hips— your little hole sucks him in so greedily, so selfishly, clamping down on him as if to prevent him from leaving your body as a whole. pro hero dynamite is shaken to his core, how can his precious baby take him so darlingly while she’s asleep, refusing to let go of him and keep his cock tucked away inside of you.

shit, shit, shit.

he wants to defile you, asleep or not, ruin how pure and angelic your body appears even after years of being together. it’s your fault he’s like this anyway, you deserve to have your pussy destroyed no matter the circumstances— ruby framed eyes threaten to roll back into his skull while bakugou picks up the swirl of his hips between your sticky thighs, you flutter and squeeze around the girth that’s stretched you out so many times before and yet you still remain a tight hole designed for your husband and your husband alone.

lips map their way up the column of your neck, committing every dip and scar and blemish to memory even though katsuki knows where each of them are. the amber colour of the morning sun highlights each of your marks, your husband giving you as many lovebites to match each one. “nn, suki...more..” you whimper, so quiet he almost misses it underneath the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. could you feel how he deflowered you in your sleep? ruining such a good girl while you resting? he wants so bad to corrupt you from the inside.

static stretches across katsuki’s brain, crackling as his neurones fire and dopamine fizzes in his veins. cum. cum. breed her. it’s too soon but the blonde can’t help it, pent up and high on the morning sunrise— addicted to the taste of your skin licked with light perspiration. it’s been ages since he’s had you like this, can you blame him for not hanging on so long? bakugou lifts your thigh higher on his waist, using it as leverage to plough into the deepest parts of you, his precious wife, desperate to cream inside you before wake up.

“mm, know you’re close lovebug, won’t you cum for me suki?”

katsuki’s gaze hones in on you, vision blurred and hazy with lust from his impending orgasm. your own eyes are heavy with sleep but the soft smile on your face is filled with a familiar adoration and saccharine love that the blonde can never get tired of. he knows that you know your voice alone is another to send him speeding off of the cliff of release— your hole squeezing around him, beautiful hips that once brought his children into the world gracefully moving up and down to coax his girthy cock to its final release.

“honey baby,” katsuki whines like a broken man when you cup his face, hot puffs of air warming up the space between you.  his hips don’t let up though, driven by the way you move against him beneath the sheets, he’s so close he can almost taste it. “c-couldn’t wait for you to wake up, needed you so fuckin’ bad...”

your mouth hangs open in a quiet groan, getting lost in the claps of sweaty bodies against one another and katsuki latches onto your lower lips to swallow your noise— breathing it in and letting it spread through his body like oxygen. “oh, lovebug, y-you don’t...” you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the angry tip of your husband’s cock grazes against your gummy spot, sending your walls into a flurry of flutters that make katsuki twitch. “ ...you don’t ever have to wait with me, d-don’t hold back, kay?”

you’re a breathless mess, a sight to behold and he can’t take not having you filled with his seed any longer. the lazy push and pull of your bodies smacking wetly against each other become erratic thrusts, heat pooling in the abdomen of the pro hero boiling him alive in feelings of desire for you and you alone.

bakugou quivers from his lips to his toes when he cums, filling your slippery walls with a creamy white and lining your insides with the claim of your man. your man. your husband. “fuck, fucking hell,  h-honey, gimme that pussy...gimmie that fuckin’ pussy,” his groans linger in the crisp early morning air, dancing with the static while he orgasms within you, endless bouts of white stuffing you to the brim. you kiss in an attempt to calm him, squeezing around his thick cock to ride out his high. you taste of orange liquor  and manuka honey, addicting while he sucks lavishly on your tongue and spares you the air you need to breathe. ‘cause at the end of the day call you need is him.

“did you cum, precious one?” ever the gentleman, katsuki has to ask but even you can see in his blood red ruby eyes ( no matter how tired they may seem ) that he’s gearing up for a second round, shallow thrusts pushing his own release  deeper into your fertile womb. there’s about thirty minutes until the kids wake up, but your lover can make you see stars in fifteen.

you shake your head once as bakugou rolls you onto your back— strong arms caging you into the prison if his love. large hands dance tenderly up the back of your thighs and you meet his eyes with such a saccharine smile his heart bursts at the sight of you. “you’re insatiable, lovebug,” the tingling notes of your moan caresses bakugou’s cheek as he manoeuvres your legs to fold you into a mating press, shifting his weight above you. “did you really need me that much, daddy bear?”

“think y’already know the answer to that, honeybee,” katsuki drawls, tripping over his words filled, oh so generously with blazing desire. he still remains sheathed inside you, a darling whine dripping from his cherry lined lips— the ones sore from kissing you— as he gives an experimental thrust into the tight heat of your core. you accept him willingly, opening up for him like a blossoming flower which makes katsuki’s hot breath stutter from the overstimulation. neither of you can look away, sharing the intimate moment of his length sinking into you— katsuki groans as you suck him in inch by inch before leaning over and attaching his lips to yours, licking at the seam of them in order to coax them open. his wife is a tease however; denying him the pleasure of sucking on her tongue...for now at least.

but it’s all worth it, for katsuki wants to burn the erotic sight of you beneath him into his mind forever. your skin shines like it was kissed by the setting moon, eyes hooded and holding a lust that only burns brightly for him while your chest heaves in anticipation of your husband claiming you for the second time that morning. “m-move suki, please—c-can’t...” the tail end of your pleas fall away with the fading night sky.

the man doesn’t need to be told twice.

save for a few shallow thrusts to get going, katsuki soon finds himself pistoning into you at an unruly, god speed pace. the blonde revels in the way one hand of yours twirls strands of his hair between your fingers whilst the other digs crescent moons into his blemished honey skin. helpless huffs and candied cries tickle bakugou’s ears while he presses your body flush against his and pins you down with his hips.

their movements don’t ever waver, cock catching on every ridge your damp pussy has to offer him, each thrust calculated amplify your pleasure that rolls in heatwaves throughout your body. katsuki’s mind grows blank, thick with the mirage you’ve cast over him from the way you push back against him, taking more of his inches into you.

“ngh, lovebug,” you say, high off of euphoria while katsuki’s leaking cock bears down harshly on your g-spot and you smile up at him deliriously— looking like the eighth wonder of the world. you grab the hand your husband uses to keep your thighs up and bring it down to your tummy for him to feel what you feel. “can feel your cock inside me, love, so big...makin’ my tummy bulge like a good daddy bear...”

something snaps within katsuki at the sound of your breathless praise; a feral blaze setting alight deep inside his chest— spreading throughout his body as his cock drives deeper and deeper inside your spongy, wet cunt— just about breaching the gates of your cervix. breed her. fuck her. make her swollen with your cum. bakugou can’t even think straight; intoxicated by the way you move against him, the way you look so full of him and his thick length.

he wants you to look full all of the time. so katsuki does with the only way he knows how. dropping his head to your neck, sharp attack your neck with blossoms of bruises forming under your skin in the name of love— you whine, a gorgeous symphony of his name against his ear while you tangle your fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “y’can’t jus...jus say stuff like that to me, honey...” bakugou croons against your skin, screwing his eyes shut while his hips pick up the pace and plunging his length right into your womb. the sounds of your arousal wetly spill into the sex scented air— fuelling katsuki to thrust into you faster. “not if you...n-not if you don’t want me to fuck another one of those shitty brats into you.”

as stuttered as his words are, bakugou means every single one of them. a primal desire activates in the back of his mind, overriding every single of senses. just the thought of lining your womb with his pungent seed, making you pregnant once again and seeing you round and full with katsuki’s child is enough to drive him off of the rails. And the pro hero knows that you feel the same, he can tell by the way your heat clamps down on his cock and strangles him, as if to milk him of every ounce of his cum.

“yes, want you to make me pregnant suki, make me a mommy again, please—!”  you simper out loud, desperate tears springing to your eyes while the bed groans beneath you. visions of you round and swollen with a baby drives him to thrust into you harder, faster so that more and more of his precum spills into you. “know you want it, want it too...your cum, deep inside me—ohmygod suki—yes!”

bakugou slaps a hand over your mouth, watching as your sweet doe eyes brim with tears at the languid roll of his hips against yours. “careful honeybee, don’t want the kids to...fuckin’ hell... h-hear—“ he stutters, eyes rolling, limbs shaking violently. his other hand drops between your conjoined bodies, drawing vicious circles into your swollen clit to draw you closer and closer to the edge. star dust is littered behind your eyes, the bright white signifying the race to your high that only katsuki can give to you. “or do you want to be heard, you want everyone to hear how full you’re gonna become when i get you pregnant again. how you’ll whine and beg me to suck on your tits when you start makin’ that sweet milk for our baby. is that what you fuckin’ want, yn?”

you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around his cock that brutally grazes your g-spot— the dirty words your husband speaks like music to your ears. a symphony with his moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your bare ass.  “oooh, shit baby, you must do with the way your lil cunny clamps down on me—just like that...”

“oh god, lovebug please...cum...cum! need it daddy bear—can’t take it anymore,” you babble against katsuki’s hand, brain turning to mush at the unbearable pleasure. the knot in your tummy becomes tighter, close to snapping as the white light of pleasure clouds your view.

patterns drawn diligently against your clit speed up; turning to quick figure of eights to tease your orgasm. “‘course you fuckin’ do honey baby, my little breeding bitch. my sweet little wife who can’t wait to be a mommy again. take this cock, you dirty whore. take it and I’ll give you my fuckin’ baby.” bakugou slurs, losing all control as the pace of his hips begins to falter. you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, tip pulsing with the need to paint your insides.

your gazes lock within the frenzy, while your back arches and hips lift to take your husband deeper inside you. dynamite is feral like you’ve never seen before; an animal reduced purely back to instinct. unfocused red eyes become teary like your own with hot pleasure while they lock onto you but you know that behind lust; loved the adoration and love your husband holds for you. thats all you need to reach the edge and tumble into your orgasm,

it takes but a few more thrusts and a pinch to your clit before you’re cumming— release squirting out and splattering against bakugou’s toned abdomen.

the blonde never lets up while you cum undone on his iron hot rod, letting him pump into you with unrelenting feverishness. katsuki is desperate, needing an extra push even with you strangling his cock with your insides. “s-say you’ll make your daddy a daddy baby, say you’ll give me another fucking kid. fuck, fuck yeah...please honey baby—“ bakugou damn near sobs, trembling violently above you as his breath hitches with ever hiccup.

smiling gently, you pull his head to your neck, cradling your husband while his pace slows to circular grinds. “i’ll make you a daddy again, you can cum for me now lovebug...”

“shit, shit, oh god— cummin’...” thats all bakugou needs to hear before bottoming out inside of your abused hole—  screaming against your bitten flesh and forcing his cock into your fertile womb as he sprays with his thick, sticky seed. white coats every ridge and crevice of your pussy while impatient thrusts slow to sensual grinds. you feel the tears of neediness soak the supple skin of your neck, rocking your hips against katsuki to milk his cock for all it’s worth— even if slow waves of his cum seep down your folds and to the sheets below.

“g’morning, katsuki,” you sigh blissfully, fingers combing through your lover’s sweaty mop of sun kissed locks. the pair of you lie still, limbs still intertwined as you catch your breath under the orange hues of the light outside.

your husband shifts his head to look at you, eyelids heavy over blood red eyes with a satisfied look on his face. he’ll never get over having you all to himself first thing in the morning— katsuki bakugou will always consider that a luxury and as he looks to you, a great smile soon takes his features. “yeah...good fucking morning to you too, angel face,” bakugou doesn’t dare pull out of you, intent on keeping his word. “love you yn, you’re always so good to me...”

katsuk’s lips mould into a pout as you continue your earlier ministrations of brushing back sweat slicked hair away from his face before pressing a chase kiss to his lip and making his cock twitch from over sensitivity, inside of you. he was always a sucker for the romantic moments after a passionate round of sex, he was a domestic, love struck son of a bitch what could he say? “suki...lovebug, you know you can pull out if it’s too much,” you remind him, the sound of your voice pulling his attention back to you. as he stares; katsuki maps out every detail of your face, the way your eyes glitter in the mellow light that peeks from between closed curtains or the slight dip across your cheek in the form of a scar from where you’d been injured on the field— he spends time committing it all to memory as if it’s the last time he’ll get to witness such beauty. “you’re staring, bug.”

“nuh uh, not pulling out.” huffing, bakugou leans up for another kiss, which you happily provide him with as he curls up onto your chest like a kitten seeking warmth. “keepin’ you plugged full s’you can get preggers like i fuckin’ promised.”

“you were serious?” you question him first, earning yourself another grouchy huff before your eyes roll and a comfortable silence sweeps across your bedroom, periodically interrupted by the morning birds waking up and chirping. “always a man of your word, huh bug? don’t worry, we’ll make you a daddy bear soon, but i’ve got to clean up before the kids wake up.”

“don’ you fuckin’ move— leave the dumbass kids, they’ll be fine on their own.”

“not with taiga’s quirk coming through, now move, you’re heavy.”

with that, you manage to shove bakugou off of you and he only hisses lightly as his softened cock hits the cold air, already missing your heat. the banter between you both as husband and wife is always light and you always win; he wants to bite back but anything he says will be soft on his sharp tongue. damn you and you being the love of his life. bakugou watches as you fix his shirt over your frame and head to your en-suite bathroom to make yourself more presentable to your kids— mumbling something about how many times katsuki came inside of you.

sure there was a lot of it, but he’d only cum inside you twice and he was trying to give you a baby. again.

the shower turns on and he can hear the sound of water running but it doesn’t cover your sweet voice as you call for him. he could never miss that. “katsuki bakugou, you horny bastard, i love you, my daddy bear!” you sing for him; making the blonde smile.

“i love you more, honey baby,” he chuckles back, tucking himself back into sweats before settling back into the ruined sheets.

bakugou was so luckily to have you and you’re beautiful children— he wouldn’t trade any moment of his life for the world except for maybe more time with you. he swore, he’d spend forever loving you if he could.

“daddy?” sweet thoughts are cut off by the groggy voice of bakugou’s eldest daughter, taiga, who stands in the doorway of his bedroom rubbing her cherry red eyes.

the blonde grins, rising from his place in bed and crossing the room in three short strides. he quickly crouches down in front of his little girl and ruffle her unruly mop of matching blonde hair. “g’morning brat, what’s up?”

taiga clutches her shoto plushy tightly, the one uncle todoroki had gotten her for her first birthday ( the one that bakugou hated because it was his daughter’s favourite— kirishima hated it too because he had always thought he was the favourite uncle ), and pouts down at her father, scowling sleepily. bakugou knows if you could see the two of them now, you’d be saying she was the spitting image of him. “tatsumo woke up n wouldn’t stop whinin’, fink he’s hungry, daddy!” the little girl grumbles, clearly still reeling in the after effects of her sleep that got cut short.

“how about we go get him and make some pancakes then?” katsuki suggests softly, hauling his daughter onto his bare shoulders and being mindful not to drop her stupid fuckin’— i mean her plushy to the ground. “y’gonna help me mix up enough batter for ya ma n’ brother, you got that brat?”

taiga squeals as at the new found height, wrapping a singular chubby arm around bakugou’s head for support, making his heart burst at the tiny hand that grips his chin. fuck, he loved his life. “only if we can add choco chwips, daddy!”

“oi, don’t you push your fuckin’ luck with me brat, ya mommy might let you get away with eatin’ shit like that but not me—“ bakugou makes an attempt to scold his daughter while they make way towards his son’s room, but he already knows he’s going to give into her. he can’t say no to taiga.

“i’ll tell mommy you cursed at me!”

“why you little sh—“

“careful, katsuki, if you keep cursing her out i might have to put you on punishment later,” taiga bursts in to wriggly giggles on bakugou’s shoulders, making it harder to keep her in place as you brush past him to grab tatsumo from the nursery.

“daddy’s gonna get in trouble!”

the teasing tone to your voice lingers in the air while you fetch your son, who seems groggy and pouty when he comes into katsuki’s view— wrapped up in your arms while you wear a cleaner shirt of his. there’s that glint in your eye, similar to the one your children posses when they’re doing something mischievous. and  that alone tells the ash blonde he’ll be getting punished in ways that could lead to another little one rushing through your house.

bakugou can roll with that.

but for now; he reaches up and pinches taiga’s nose— telling her to stop running her mouth and sending you into giggles while you carry your children downstairs for breakfast. katsuki bakugou couldnt remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep, but what he did know is that he’d always remember the very saccharine mornings he’d get to spend with you and your beautiful children after.

bonus:

“taiga, did you put chocolate chips in the batter even though i told you no?”

bakugou had turned his back for but a mere second to grab some milk for tatsumo; who played happily with smooshed bits of banana in his high chair— and suddenly, the batter was littered with the offending, tiny pieces of candy.

“no, it was mommy!”

“yn...”

you quickly throw your hands up in the air as defence, dropping the packet of sinful treats to the counter. “what? i’m having cravings, bakugou!”

“you’re not even pregnant, yn!” the man himself raises his spatula at you accusingly with a scowl, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from cursing again.

you smile up at your husband, knowing he can’t stay mad at you for long. “but i will be, katsuki, it’s the thought that counts.” your eyes flicker up as you wipe the melted chocolate on your finger tips off with your tongue before moving to settle your daughter down for breakfast. bakugou splutters, cheeks flaming with a reddish rose at the thought of your soon to be baby and all the activity that comes with making one which makes you laugh. “oh and lovebug? your pancakes are burning.”

with a jump, katsuki turns to flick off the flame and save his batch of pancakes while you tend to your kids— leaving him to contemplate over your chocolate chip breakfast, how lucky he was to have you.

“i crave chocolate, can i get a pregnant?” taiga squeals shortly after.

“not a chance in hell, brat.”

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Can you list what cryptids are for each character so we don't overlap ideas?

oh boy here we go—

DR1:

Makoto: Human (Lucky Student = Human)

Sayaka: Siren (for obvious reasons)

Leon: Kitsune (the idea of leon having any semblance of responsibility with his wish-granting is laughable also red hair)

Chihiro: Vampire (mostly for the joke of Chihiro not acting at all like a vampire, but also was the one who turned chiaki)

Mondo: Werewolf (I KNOW IT’S CLICHÉ BUT HE LOVES DOGS AND TRAVELS IN A PACK)

Taka: Mothman (this is not my idea, full credit to @monikamarkovova, but the poor boy just wants order because his very presence causes chaos i cant—)

Hifumi: Cherub (they took his arrows away and now when he makes weird comments about shipping people he just comes off as a creep)

Celeste: Gorgon (those drills are in fact snakes and you should be afraid)

Sakura: Genie/Djinn (very buff lady just wants to help)

Aoi: Fishperson (self-explanatory)

Toko: Possessed??? Person?? (i don’t have an explanation for this other than maybe the ghost of a serial killer possessed her. i legit googled ‘is jeff the killer a cryptid’ trying to figure this out.)

Byakuya: Demon (“you fools are all running around, tethered to this earth by your petty grudges. meanwhile, i was sent from hell. i am so far above you”.)

Hiro: Banshee (Can predict the future and also screams a lot. Hiro does not know he’s a ghost and for the sake of everyone here do not tell him)

Kyoko: Death Herself (can hear the footsteps of death my ass. ultimate detective because she has witnessed literally every murder ever.)

Mukuro: ???? (maybe some sort of wolf something something Fenrir)

Junko: Wraith (feeds off despair obvs)

SDR2:

Hajime: Formerly human, now a demi-god, maybe? (the reserve students are all human, Hajime may have just gotten wrapped up in something)

Nagito: Human, surprisingly.

Chiaki: Vampire (turned but Chihiro)

Teruteru: Satyr (cause he’s horny, subscribes to dionysus, likes food and debauchery)

Ultimate Imposter: Mimic (again i feel no need to explain)

Mahiru: Yuki-Onna (cause. cause you freeze for the camera. help.)

Peko: Golem (created by Kuzuryu clan to protect Fuyuhiko. Fuyuhiko is insistent that she had free will because of course he does this is their entire dynamic.)

Ibuki: ???

Hiyoko: Pixie (here to cause mischief and steal names probably)

Mikan: Succubus (ok i know this is terrible but here me out. mikan is an asexual succubus. she does not want to sleep with you. please stop assuming she does.)

Nekomaru: i’m looking at my notes and i just wrote ‘robot?’ so maybe i don’t have anything for him yet

Gundham: Bakeneko (i think i’ve made this abundantly clear at this point)

Kazuichi: Dryad (I really drew a blank with this boy but like. he wants to fly by gets motion sick so maybe he’s??? a tree?? i don’t know kazutreechi)

Fuyuhiko: Zombie (OKAY I CAME UP WITH THIS A 2Am BUT fuyuhiko dies and peko is mortified so she learns necromancy just to bring him back. she’s like “oh my god young master i’m so sorry i’ve turned you into a monster” meanwhile fuyuhiko’s like “NO THIS IS GOOD WE’RE EVEN NOW PLEASE STOP REVERING ME”)

Akane: i got nothin

Sonia: no clue woops