#Haha. ..Hahaha. eye twitch

[wifeiy]

people who kiss between your shoulder blades when you wear a backless top (or any that hangs low enough) while their fingers slide around your waist to hold you. they nip your skin and when you jump they say you can't blame them, it was too tempting, failing to hold back a satisfied grin

can anyone hear me

[militaryapple]

lock in with me rq,,, desperate whiny caleb that promised “its just the tip” and “it doesn’t really count” bc its for practice bc ur a virgin in college and he’s obviously not!! (hes fucking lying) and as soon as he feels ur tight wet cunt he cant help but want more….hes like a dog…he gets so whiny and needy and so fucking desperate its so pathetic…good god im gonna lose it

JUST THE TIP!

synopsis. you tell caleb that you're a virgin, and he proposes he help you with the little problem

cw. fem!reader, switch caleb, fingering, p in v (stay protected girliepops), praise, usage of "puppy" and "doll, breeding, very needy and desperate caleb as ordered! hes so worthless i need him :(

add ons. i rlly ike sub caleb rn if anyones noticed HAHAHA here you go sweetie!

wc. 1.8k so short ik sorry :,(

how did you even lose your virginity to caleb?

it was earlier. you and caleb were in your dorm, like usual. caleb had put on some shitty romance movie he was interested in, his laughs following the queued ones whenever they go off — while you were busy scrolling on your phone. looking at people and their love life’s, only making you sigh.

thats when you realized, you’ve never fucked anyone before. oh how embarrassing that was to just realize it, you weren’t that extroverted in high school so obviously you didn’t mess around.. but college? your third year? now how embarrassing was that? you slumped over putting your phone down and laying your face in your pillow.

caleb looked over at your movements, pausing his movie and tugging on your shoulder to get you to flip back over. “someone’s not in a good mood if she’s feelin’ like suffocating herself in her dorm.” he teased. you could only kick your feet up in response and let out a groan. “caleb.. not the time for jokes.” you whined out before letting out another groan.

caleb nodded and shuffled, laying on his side to look at you better. “alright, what’s up pip-squeak?” he asked softly, his hands making their way to your head as he stroked it occasionally playing with your hair. you placed your hands to your face in embarrassment before muttering out. “it’s, silly.” you said, your voice lowering.

“silly?” caleb perked, his hands pushing yours off your face. “come on, tell me what’s up.” you rolled your eyes and then turned to your side, facing him and playing with the cover underneath you, avoiding his eyes. “i um.. caleb i’m a virgin — in college, i dunno i just.. it’s embarrassing i’ve never even..” your voice trailed off as you dipped your head.

caleb laughed, and you perked up. instinctively putting your hand out to smack him a couple of times on his shoulder. “shut up! it’s not fucking funny! this is serious!” you squealed throwing punching as he tried to catch his breath, he used his evol to push your hands away as he settled back into his original position, looking at you.

“that’s funny, haha. if you’re so worried about it, how about i help you out? i’m also a virgin, and since we know each other it shouldn’t be awkward — we aren’t even going to do the serious stuff, alright?” he hummed, moving towards you as his handles trickled up to your sides.

so when you agreed, caleb got up and brought you closer to him, humming as he sat you in between his legs, spreading yours and planting kisses on your neck. you squirmed while he used his evol to hold you down in place. “uh-uh, this is important pip-squeak.” he said in-between kisses, his hand massaging your thighs while his thumb made occasional grazes against your panties, pressing down on your nub.

you shuddered in response, letting out sweet little moans for him, caleb looked over at you, already twitching. his other hand making its way up your shirt, flicking and pulling on your sensitive nipples. “caleb — oh, this feels, so weird,” you whined out, your hands grabbing on his legs while he toyed with your body as he pleased.

his hands in-between your thighs finally ceased movement, now moving towards your panties. two fingers pressing against your cunt, then rubbing circles around your nub, only making you twitch in response. “caleb!” you squeaked. “i know baby, this is how it feels, you want to experience it yeah? let me show you how good i can make you feel for your first time.” he coo’d.

fuck was he hard, his tip twitched at the sounds of your gasps, your little pants and the occasional “caleb”s that escaped your lips. your panties we’re soaked, and he took that as a sign of you being ready. “shh, juuust gotta stretch you out.” he leaned down, placing another kiss on your neck as you sobbed. his fingers reaching for your waistband, tugging on it before slipping his hands between your panties.

you shivered underneath him, his cold hands brushing past your slick, making their way to your sensitive nub, rubbing his thumb against it; then pinching it softly. “oh, oh please caleb i — that feels good,” your eyes swelled and caleb hummed. “is it too much for you? you want me to stop baby?” he whispered, you instinctively shook your head, grabbing on to his arm to keep him there.

his fingers move down, sliding a digit inside your sobbing cunt. you moaned at the feeling, his finger knuckles deep into you. then another one — making you twitch and buck forward. his other arm pulling you back and keeping you still. “i know baby, i know” he coo’d. his fingers sliding in and out of you at a slow pace, slowly speeding up as your legs shook from the stimulation.

“they say,” caleb huffs out, his arm now loosening its grip on your, his free hand sliding down back to your swollen tits. “that if a guy rubs at a sliiight angle,” his fingers now rubbing against an area, a one which you didn’t even know of, but that made you feel so fucking good. your moan, shuddering beneath him. “he can find his ladies sweet spot.” he pulled out his fingers, then thrusted them right back inside, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “guess i found it.” he hummed.

he finger-fucked you. his hands making you feel like you were seeing stars while his other groped and touched your sensitive tits. how he praised you on how good you were taking his fingers, “wow baby,” he smiled “you sure you’re a virgin?” he teased, making you babble in response.

“i’m gonna, gonna come out — caleb caleb please help me i need — fuckfuck,” you whined, this was better than when you touched yourself. not fully being able to finish; to reach a destination of relief. yet here caleb was, doing it for you. “you ‘gonna cum? come on, all over my fingers baby.” he kissed your cheek, his fingers abusing your poor little cunt in so many ways.

you grinded against his fingers, your walls clenching against him as he pumped in and out of you. your hips spasmed, and you cried out, holding on to him. “there ‘ya go. that’s my girl, look at you. so pretty, you ready for the next part?” you didn’t even register what he was saying until you heard the shuffling of his pants being pulled down after he had gotten up.

he got on the bed, now holding your legs over his shoulders while they instinctively held on. “you sounded so good, just the tip okay baby?” he coo’d. your whines turning into moans while his cock slid against your folds, he moaned now holding on to your hips as he thrusted against your cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet for me ‘doll.” his breath shook as he muttered out.

after he coated his pretty cock, he aligned himself up right with your already swollen cunt. he slid in, but not all the way, feeling how you clamped onto him; fuck he needed to restrain himself. “it doesn’t count baby, you’re still a virgin okay? ‘m not gonna take it, that’d be selfish of me yeah?” he groans, his hips slightly moving in and out of you trying not to dig his cock balls deep into you.

oh but how you moved your hands to his, how you intertwined your fingers and moaned his name. how everytime he pushed in just enough, you were practically sucking him in. he couldn’t take it. so what if he was just being selfish? you weren’t going to see any other guy anyways. caleb was all you needed.

“m sorry baby i can’t help it, oh fuck, you just feel—” his hips slammed into you, the sudden fullness making you groan. tears forming in your eyes as you call out for him. “so good,” his hips rutting against you. you felt amazing, the way you clamped down onto his cock, how when he pulls out you beg for him to fill you up. “you feel good, so fucking good i don’t know why i haven’t — done this with you before.” he panted out.

“you’re making me feel so good baby,” you moaned out, “so good for me.” caleb didn’t how, but it was like a switch flipped inside his head. his groans becoming whines and sobs. his hips frantically pressing against you to get any sort of sensation. “i’m your good boy, please, tell me i’m your boy.” he sobbed out, he leaned down placing kisses around you, lifting your shirt up and off your sweaty body.

his lips placed gentle kisses on you, just for them to turn into marks and bruises. he picked you up, pushing you against your wall, thrusting into you. “that’s it, sweet boy. you like making me feel good? yeah?” you don’t know where this was coming from, it’s just came it so naturally for you. maybe it was the desperation on his face, the way he grinded against you to get everything inside. how he nodded his head pussydrunk off you.

“yeah, yeah you’re so pretty, ‘all i think about. i can’t cum without thinking about you, i can’t — ‘wanna make you feel good.” he whined out, flipping you around so your back touched his chest. his cock stuffing into you while one of his hands moved down to rub your clit.

“i need more, i need you, i need to cum; can i cum baby? please let me? let your nasty dog make you feel good,” he buried his face in your neck, biting your shoulder and licking it. you nodded in approval with a small “mhm, good puppy.”

caleb rutted against you with everything, you shivered, twitching as you started to sob. you were close. he brought you both back to the bed, pushing your face down in the mattress before slamming into your ass. his shirt lifted to his mouth, biting down on it while he hit all your good spots.

“cumming — cumming, fuck ‘m gonna give us a litter of pups, yeah? not gonna need anyone else after this, just me, you and our, ohh, sweet little babies,” you couldn’t say anything, your head turned as your eyes rolled back, his seed spilling inside and out of you. caleb gave you a last couple of thrusts before moving away and lying down next to you, pulling you into his arms before placing kisses over you. “so pretty baby, really.” he said softly. “you were so good, i’m happy to be your first.” he hummed.

good thing you were on the pill. you nuzzled up against him, yawning. “mhm, can we take a nap now caleb,” you said weakly making caleb chuckle and pull a cover over you both. “alright then,”

wait. how did caleb know to do all those things to you? that little !! —

[kalystatheevil]

picture scaramouche bent over, hands tied behind his back, face pressed to a coffee table with you holding him from behind

tw: cursing, cnc, praise, humiliation, dom reader, unhealthy use of ellipses; (amab reader), 18+

you rub your glistening cock between scaramouche's spread asscheeks, almost moaning from the view alone. your precum is already leaking into the cracks, moistening them prettily.

"fuck, scara… what did i tell you, huh?" a sharp slap resounds, and scaramouche's right cheek immediately starts turning pinkish. the boy grits his teeth.

"go to hell you fucking psycho."

"mhhh…" your thumbs leave little indents in the supple skin of his ass. between them, a throbbing hole clenches nervously. "a psycho, am i."

scaramouche moans as you push the tip past the rim. you're sure he didn't mean to, but it still escaped his lips. slowly, you push just the tip in and out, watching intently as the skin spreads around the gland, swallowing it greedily.

"you stretch so beautifully, scara," you coo, a soft blush on your face. "so incredibly beautiful"

"stop— stop looking!" scaramouche growls. "it's—" he gasps loudly when the tip enters him yet again, face already red from all the blood gathering in his head.

"it's what, scara..."

"it's— ugly…"

at this, you click your tongue and stop. "ugly?"

scaramouche becomes angry, deflecting from his quickly rising shame. "yes, ugly. seriously, stop with this stupid game you're playing, i don't need you to act like you're into th—"

you thrust into him, deep and hard. scaramouche's words are lost in a strangled gurgle as his eyes roll back.

"it seems i need to fuck that thought out of you."

with one roll of your hands, you shorten the rope connected to his tied wrists, tugging them upwards. slowly, you start to roll your hips back, watching as the rim catches and slides over your cock. you moan. "aah, scara… you look so, so pretty like this"

"fuck… you… ngh— a-aahn…"

you breathe heavily. "fuck. fuck, scara. you take me so well. look at you, moaning like a slut..."

"shut— shut up. fuck. i'll kill you. i swear i'll fucking kill y— MGH!" you slam back into him. any further protest is drowned by the sound of thighs hitting flesh in sharp slaps as you start pounding into him. harder and harder you thrust back inside, needing to reach deeper, faster, harder.

it doesn't take long for scaramouche to lose his composure. on the surface of the coffee table, he rolls his head almost limply to the side. his eyes are blurry with pleasure, but still he tries to look at you out of the corner of his eye - to make you see exactly what you are doing to him.

you breathe a laugh, panting hard. under scaramouche's mouth, a steadily growing puddle of drool forms. he twitches, legs giving in.

you grab his hips so hard his skin will certainly bruise. scaramouche is not yet allowed to stop taking you. you stare and stare, fucking him until the world starts to tilt, until your cock feels numb from sheer pleasure, until you start twitching so hard that it's visible on the front of scaramouche's stomach—

you cum hard, gasping for air. white stars form in your vision, and you can feel your hands tremble on his soft skin.

"haha…" you laugh, out of breath. under you, scaramouche whimpers quietly.

after a moment, you pull out slowly. a thick line of cum connects the tip of your still slightly twitching cock with scaramouche's warm, fluttering hole. "ahh… fuck. my cum… hahaha… deep… deep inside you…"

scaramouche lets out another whine. his hole clenches before releasing a white drop of liquid. he whimpers, trying to say something.

"mh?" you ask, using your thumb to smear the droplet around the throbbing hole. "speak up, scara…"

amidst his wordless whimpers, you push your thumb inside and laugh again, feeling scaramouche milking it powerlessly.

"i wonder when you came…"

"mmglh…" scaramouche answers. when something warm touches his freely leaking cock, he flinches lightly. a moan tumbles over his lips. with the palm of your hand, you rub the tip of his soft erection.

"or rather… how many times." scaramouche's eyes slowly roll backwards. with a grin, you raise your hand back up and glide your tongue over the palm, humming appreciatively at the taste. "yum ~"

"no…more…" scaramouche finally breathes. "can't…" your arm slings around his belly. with ease, you lift him up. "ahn—"

"no more? no more, scara?"

"no... more..."

"but baby..." you place a soft kiss on his temple.

"we were just getting started."

[formatting shamelessly stolen from scara smut writer @hanxku]

[jyoongim]

i came across this reel and my immediate thought was "lucifer finding out alastor wanted to date his daughter" (not charlie ofcccc)

Morningstar!Reader x Alastor

>i switched it up a bit so it’ll be Lucidaddy finding out Alastor is dating his baby<

————————————————————————————-

“Just play it cool sis. Its just dad” you tried to reassure your sister, Charlie who was sweating profusely. You grabbed her hand and gave her a smile which made the older girl calm down a bit.

”Youre right! Its just dad…hahaha”

Vaggie had suggested that since the hotel wasn’t going like planned that Charlie should call y’all father. 

Who just happened to be the King of Hell itself.

Charlie shot it down, but you knew that your dad could help relieve some of the stress off the both of you.

So you had everyone in the hotel cleanup and promise they would be on their best behavior.

especially your boyfriend.

”Just be your charming self without the sarcasm please” You pouted up at the tall demon, who sported a smile as he hummed in acknowledgment at your words.

You were nervous to introduce Alastor to your father. You didn’t really have much experience with dating and the relationship between the two of you was as good as it was between him and your sister (slightly better because you’re his baby). You just wanted everything to be smooth enough to slip that you were dating someone.

Surely nothing could go wrong right?

——————————————————————

“Hi dad wel-OH!” Charlie wheezed as Lucifer pulled her into a big hug, squeezing the air out her lungs

”Charlieeee!” He gushed before his eyes caught yours.

You tried to avoid the bone-crushing hug, but your father was too fast; pulling you in as well.

”Oooh my girls how I’ve missed you!”

You missed how Alastor’s eye twitched.

You and Charlie squirmed out of his grasp, trying to regain your composures as you sucked air back into your lungs.

Charlie cleared her throat “Dad welcome to the Hazbin Hotel” she gave a wobbly smile as she showed the last minute decorated lobby.

She introduced all the residents so far and just as she was continue showing him around, Lucifer looked at the bar

”Oh! What in the unholy hell is that?” He looked to you

”babygirl tell me you didn’t approve of that?”

Before you could say anything, Alastor manifested by your side.

”I thought it adds a bit of color, don’t you think?” His smile was big, showing off his teeth.

Your dad grimaced, looking from Charlie to you to Alastor “who-who what are you the bellhop?” he asked.

Alastor laughed “haha! Oh no! I am the host of the hotel. Maybe you’ve heard my radio broadcast?”

Lucifer deadpanned “nope. Maybe that’s why the girls call it the ‘Hazbin hotel ahaha”

you and Charlie winced.

Alastor narrowed his eyes “It was actually my idea.”

”Oh? Well it wasn’t every clever” Lucifer challenged, making Alastor bend to his level ”Ahaha Fuck you” Alastor hissed.

You and Charlie got between the two, you frowning at Alastor, slapping his chest, while Charlie tried to distract dad.

”OoohOk! Dad Alastor here has been a big help.” She said trying to paint the Overlord in a more positive light. She looked at you as if to help plead her case.

”She’s right dad” you said with a smile “Without Alastor I don’t know how we would have gotten this far” you looked at the red demon smiling “he’s been good to us”

That was true. You have no idea where the hotel would be without Alastor’s help.

“These two lovely ladies have such optimistic hearts. I am more than happy to fulfill any desire they have” Alastor said, smiling down at you, wrapping an arm around you, pulling into his side.

Your father narrowed his eyes at the actions and growled lowly.

”uuuh huuuhh. Well-” he slapped Alastor’s arm with his cane and guided you and Charlie to the other guests to be introduced.

”how about you introduce me to your OTHER friends?”

When Charlie introduced Vaggie, you felt your stomach ball in a knot. “Oh you like girls THANK goodness!ahaha” Lucifer’s eyes caught yours, a nervous smile of his face “don’t tell me my baby is in a relationship as well?” Oh what a hopeful look he had.

You looked at Charlie, who gave you an encouraging nod, you cleared your throat, straightening up

”o-oh well about that…” you nervously laughed, looking down as you wring your hands.

A large hand grabbed yours to ease your nervous antic, and instead intertwined your fingers together. You look up to see Alastor standing behind you and bringing your interlocked hands to his lips and press them to the back of your hand. He smiled at you softly as he wrapped his other arm around you.

You looked over to see the King of Hell looking like he’s going to be sick. 

“Dad…Alastor isn’t just the host of the hotel…he’s also my boyfriend” you said smiling at your dad.

Lucifer went to say something, but your sister stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder “Dad she’s happy and i know Alastor looks like he’s up to no good which most of the time he isn’t   But he actually makes her really happy. Look”

The short king watched as the tall red demon gave you a squeeze, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and nuzzle you. He saw how Alastor looked at you with complete devotion, while you looked at him with love in your eyes.

He sighed, bringing your attention back to him. He held out his hand, a tight smile on his face “nice to meet you”

Alastor grinned and shook his hand…before wiping it like it was the most repulsive thing “pleasure to meet you sir!”

You sighed a breath of relief. That wasn’t so bad.

”Tell me…you haven’t slept with my daughter have you?”

”DAD!”

”DAD!”

”what?! I can ask that!?”

”Your youngest has an insatiable sexual appetite”

”AL!”

”SAY WHAT!?”

[vicolette]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 !

- Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, hiding secrets, not proofread

"Don't watch, she's younger than you."

Pedri's words snapped Lamine out of his thoughts, who was mindlessly drinking out of his water bottle. His gaze moved the the older one, seeing how he was pissed off – to say the least.

"Hm?" He feigned innocence, knowing damn well that this was about you – Y/n, Pedri's younger sister.

"Who's younger than me?" As he sat down to enjoy watching your brother getting riled up, Lamine had to hide his grin from appearing on his face. Instead, he didn’t even wait for an answer and stood up, taking out his earphones as he approached the other.

"I don’t know what you’re talking–"

"Quit it." The teenager raised an eyebrow at his captain, pouting for a moment before he sighed and rolled his eyes. The locker room was tense, silent, as his teammates waited for something to happen. But nothing did.

"Alright, alright!" Lamine raised his hands in defeat, although he didn’t look the slightest bit apologetic. Pedri flared his nose in response, trying his absolute best to not get angry at him. He was still a child, he doesn’t know much about this, about you.

And with that, Lamine opened the door and stepped outside the room, closing it behind him with a satisfied smile on his face.

It only grew as he saw you, not knowing that he was right behind you.

"Hi, Y/n." Once the words were spoken out, your hands still tensed with fear and turned around, slightly calming down when it was just Lamine. You placed a hand on your chest, right above where your heart was as you sighed softly.

"You scared me..." A low chuckle escaped from his mouth as he approached you with quick steps, opening his arms before he wrapped them around your waist and smiled at how you smelled with his hoodie.

Pedri was still inside, still fuming in anger due to his protectiveness over you, but Lamine knew that – even if you were a mere teenager just like him – you should live your own life, not live in the shadow's of your older brother. In all honesty, Lamine had thought about talking about this to your brother, but he knew that you'd go insane.

"Oh, and before I forget." As he reached into his pockets to take out your wired earphones, you beamed with excitement at finally finding them, just for them to be knotted. You pouted at the sight, before seeing how Lamine could easily unknot them. "You forgot these yesterday."

"Thank you!" When you placed your hands on his shoulders and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, you watched as his usual confident self vanished in a second, seeing how his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. "Aw, embarrassed?"

"What?"

"Nothing." In an instant, you dismissed whatever you had just said when you saw him glare at you, turning around in search of an escape route, only for him to cage you in his arms again.

"You little- don't call me that!" You two filled the hallway with laughter as he teased you, whereas you were dramatically trying to get him to leave you alone. For a professional footballer, Lamine for sure was acting quite immature, as he's supposed to.

Meanwhile, when you two finally left the stadium to bid goodbye at the end of the tunnel, Pedri could feel his eye twitch in irritation. Gavi, who stood beside him, was scared of his captain for the first time in his whole career, avoiding eye contact at all times.

Through television, he seemed pretty harmless, yet he knew better – he knew Pedri better. And, based off on the way he was frozen in place, he was seething in anger.

"Wow, who... who would've thought? Hahaha..."

"Haha, indeed."

– A/N : at school rn help

[tacobacoyeet]

big man | patrick zweig x reader

a/n: haha... hahaha... anyway based on paramore's big man, little dignity. love you.

warnings: SMUT 18+, emotional abuse, manipulation, mentions of smoking (?), mentions of alcohol, cheating, mean!toxic!patrick zweig, tashi mention because i can't help myself, hastily proofread

It wasn’t supposed to happen this fast. You didn’t mean to fall this hard.

But there was something so… magnetic about the way he looked at you. It’s not like you didn’t know who he was—it was impossible to play tennis and not know the name Patrick Zweig. You could’ve convinced yourself he was nothing more than a myth, a collection of whispers formed into something that made tennis players and enthusiasts refer to him as though he was some sort of deity.

He was real, though. You learned that for the first time when you were at Tashi Duncan’s champion’s party, sponsored by Adidas, of course. You’re nursing a soda, eyes trailing over the beautifully decorated—with both accolades and standard decorations—scene, certainly not paying attention to anything in front of you, when you accidentally bump into him. Or maybe he bumped into you… the details were a little fuzzy. It wasn’t very easy to remember much when the only thing you could focus on were his beautiful eyes, a true vision of earth manifested in those tiny specks of hazel and green.

“Sorry,” you had said, immediately embarrassed for not being aware of your surroundings, and for staring so shamelessly at him. It was hard not to, though.

“No, no need to be sorry,” he laughed. “I get it. Tashi’s… she’s really easy on the eyes.”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you nervously chuckled. “Yeah, she’s—”

“So are you.”

“Sh—what?”

He laughed again. “So are you,” he repeats. “Easy on the eyes, I mean. Pretty. You’re really pretty.”

Well, shit. Now he had you blushing, looking down at your wedges like their straps were the most interesting thing you had ever seen.

“Hey,” he says softly, a crooked grin playing at his lips as he lifts your chin up, gently forcing you to meet his gaze. “I’m serious. You’re like, beautiful. What’s your Facebook?”

From there, your relationship was a thing so beautiful, you were convinced it wasn’t even real. He was ever the gentleman, the embodiment of chivalry and the definition of effort, each date more stunning than the last. Champagne rooftop moments, after-hours locker room makeouts, private match tickets and breakfast in bed. He made it so easy to forget the world.

And God, the way he fucked you…

It was art. Not just sex—never just sex. It was devotion laced in depravity. It was fingers curled tight in your hair while he fed you his cock, groaning low as tears streaked your cheeks, telling you how good you looked like that—ruined. It was him pushing your knees back until your thighs burned, watching himself disappear into you over and over again while you begged and babbled nonsense, drunk on him.

He made it a ritual. Tongue first—always—until you were shaking, legs trembling around his head as he licked through you like he was starving. He’d take his time, savoring every twitch, every moan. Sometimes he’d make you come like that three times before even unzipping his pants. And when he finally did, he didn’t just fuck you—he claimed you. A hand around your throat, his name on your tongue, a low “that’s it, baby, take it,” rasped against your lips as he pounded into you hard enough to leave bruises that lasted for days.

He made you say it—over and over again. Who you belonged to. Whose pussy it was. How good he made you feel. Until you cried it, screamed it, gasped it, whimpering like it hurt to need him that badly.

He’d come with your name broken on his mouth, fingers digging into your hips like he was afraid you’d slip away. And afterward, he’d whisper the softest things while still buried inside you. “I missed you, baby. You’re everything. My everything.”

And you’d believe him.

Because when Patrick Zweig fucked you, it felt like being worshipped by the devil himself—sacred, ruinous, unforgettable.

You never stood a chance.

You’re both in the shower, bodies flushed and slick with sweat and steam, the sound of water hitting porcelain barely loud enough to drown out the lazy kisses and soft laughter. He’s behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder like he’s never been more content. You could almost believe this was forever.

Then his phone buzzes.

It’s on the bathroom counter, screen lighting up with a preview of a message. You don’t even think before looking—it’s habit by now. There’s nothing to hide. You trust him. He’s given you every reason to.

Until now.

Your eyes catch on the name. A girl. Not just any girl. One of the ones you’ve asked him about before. The kind of girl who leaves comments on his photos that toe the line between playful and predatory. He always brushed it off. Always said it was nothing.

But the message says otherwise: "Last night was unreal. I can still taste you. ;)"

Your heart drops. Your stomach twists. The steam doesn’t feel warm anymore—it feels suffocating. You blink at the screen again, hoping you misread it. But it’s still there. Brazen. Bold. Brutal.

You hear his hum behind you again, soft and sleepy and oblivious as he basks in the afterglow of the sin that had lead you here in the first place. He kisses your shoulder. Nuzzles your neck.

“Patrick,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hm?” he murmurs against your skin.

You step forward. Just enough to breathe. Just enough to not drown.

“Who’s Camille?”

The change is instant. His body stiffens. His lips still against your skin. You feel the shift like a temperature drop, the sting of something far colder than water.

“What?”

“Your phone just buzzed. I saw the name.”

There’s a beat of silence where the water is the only thing that moves. Then—

“Jesus,” he says, the word spat more than spoken. “You’re checking my phone now?”

“I wasn’t checking—”

“That’s fucked up,” he cuts in, sharper now. Louder. “I thought you trusted me.”

“I did.”

He doesn’t respond right away. Doesn’t defend himself. Doesn’t even look at you.

“She’s no one,” he says finally, voice low, too even. “It’s not what you think.”

But it is. You know it is. Your bones know it. Your gut aches with it.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I told you. It’s nothing. She’s just—she’s exaggerating. I didn’t even—fuck, I was drunk.”

There it is. The first lie with teeth.

You feel something inside you snap. Quietly. Like a thread pulling too tight.

You step out of the shower. You wrap yourself in a towel. You don’t cry.

Not yet.

He follows you out, says your name like it’s a plea, like he’s hurt you somehow. He touches your wrist. You flinch.

And yet—

When he kisses you, you let him.

When he says he loves you, you believe him. Or at least you pretend to.

Because the thing about Patrick Zweig is he’s carved himself into your bones so deeply, you don’t know how to be anything other than his.

And that’s how he gets you to stay.

You don’t know it yet, but this is the first unraveling. The beginning of the rot.

The next few weeks are an open wound.

You try to carry on like nothing’s happened. You still show up at his place, still wear his sweatshirts, still laugh at his stupid impressions of press conferences. But it’s there. In every kiss that doesn’t last long enough. Every text that goes unanswered for just a little too long. Every time he turns away in bed instead of pulling you close.

You start noticing things. A second toothbrush that isn’t yours. A perfume you don’t wear. New scratches on his back you didn’t leave.

You ask questions. He changes the subject.

You beg. He gaslights.

You cry. He sighs.

And still—you stay.

Because some part of you thinks you can love him hard enough to make it untrue. Because the memory of who he was at the beginning is louder than the man who lies to your face now.

But rot spreads fast. And before long, it touches everything.

It starts over dinner. Something stupid. You’re telling him a story from your day, and he’s not listening—just scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. His phone glows cold against the candlelight.

“Patrick,” you say, a little too softly. “Are you even hearing me?”

He doesn’t look up. “Mm-hmm.”

You put your fork down. “What did I just say?”

He sighs. The kind of sigh that says you’re already too much. “I don’t know. Something about someone at work being annoying.”

You blink at him. “No. I was talking about my sister. She got accepted into grad school.”

“Okay?” he mutters. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“I’m not worked up, I’m hurt,” you say, voice trembling. “This mattered to me. She matters to me. I thought you'd care.”

He scoffs. “Not everything has to be a performance, you know. You don’t have to turn every minor thing into some dramatic cry for attention.”

You freeze. That one hits a little too hard, a little too precise. He knows where your insecurities live. He built half of them.

You rise from your chair. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to make me feel crazy just because you can’t be bothered to look up from your phone.”

“Oh my god, not this again,” he groans, standing too. “You act like I don’t love you just because I missed one part of a conversation.”

“You don’t love me!” It bursts out of you like glass shattering. “You love having me. That’s different.”

His expression darkens. “You’re insane.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“No—seriously, you need help or something. You twist everything. You’re so fucking exhausting, I don’t even know why I—”

“Why you what?” you whisper, staring at him like you’re looking through the ghost of who he used to be. “Why you picked me?”

The silence after is nuclear.

That’s when you know. He won’t say it. He doesn’t have to.

So you walk away.

And of course—he doesn’t stop you.You don’t shout again. You don’t cry in front of him. You just turn and start gathering your things. The hoodie that still smells like him. Your toothbrush. Your charger. Your pride.

He watches from the hallway, arms crossed, jaw set like stone.

When you pause at the door, he doesn’t move.

He doesn’t stop you.

And that’s what finally breaks you.

You leave. You finally leave. And for a moment—just a flicker—you feel weightless.

Like maybe you’re free.

Like maybe you’ll survive this.

Like maybe you can forget how good his mouth felt between your thighs and how he once cried when you whispered you loved him and how, for one brief moment in the beginning, he made you feel like the only girl in the world.

But that’s the thing about Patrick Zweig.

He never lets go for long.

-----

It starts with a text. One of those late-night, half-formed apologies typed with clumsy fingers and a heart that doesn’t really mean it. You don’t answer. Not that time.

Then another. Then a call. Then a voicemail—slurred, soft, almost sweet.

“Y?N, Baby, please. I know I fucked up. I just… I don’t know how to sleep without you.”

You play it twice. Then a third time, just to hear the way his voice cracks at your name.

You delete it.

But you don’t block him.

It takes a week of silence before the knock comes. 2am, and you’re in a hoodie that’s too big and not yours anymore, standing barefoot at the door with a storm behind your ribs.

You open it.

He’s soaked in rain and whiskey. Hair tousled, shirt half-buttoned, eyes glassy. Beautiful in the way that makes you ache.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he says.

“No. You shouldn’t.”

But you step aside.

He kisses you before the door even closes, mouth desperate, hands familiar. You hate how easily your body remembers him. Hips grinding, tongues clashing, breath caught between apologies and gasps.

“You hate me,” he says against your throat.

“I don't,” you whisper. Your fingers are already tangled in his shirt.

He fucks you like a man starved. No slow build, no ceremony—just teeth and hands and skin. He lifts you onto the kitchen counter, yanks your shorts down, and slides into you with a groan so raw it almost sounds like pain.

“God, I missed this. Missed you.”

You don’t answer. You just wrap your legs around him tighter, trying to shut out the voice in your head screaming that this is a mistake.

He pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you like confessions, coaxing pleasure from you with a vengeance that borders on cruelty. Every thrust is both a punishment and an apology, every groan a promise he has no intention of keeping. He says your name like a curse and a prayer, buried deep inside you, shaking with need.

When your body finally gives out—spent, trembling, boneless in his arms—he doesn’t stop. Not right away. He lays you out on the table like something precious, lips brushing your collarbone, your ribs, your thighs. His voice is quiet, reverent, ruined.

“You’re it for me,” he breathes, mouth hot against your pulse. “You’re everything. No one else touches me like this. No one else gets me.”

You don’t believe him. But still, you part your legs when he slides down between them again.

He licks you open with a desperation that makes your vision blur, hands gripping your hips like they’re his anchor to this plane. You’re already raw. Already aching. But you come again anyway, because that’s what he does to you. He ruins you. Again and again and again.

When it’s over—when you’re sprawled on the cold wood, heart rattling like something loose in your chest—he gathers you up in his arms and carries you to bed.

You let him.

Not because you believe him.

But because he still feels like home.

He curls around you like he never left, breath steady, heart calm, while yours flails and panics in your chest.

And in the hush of that impossible, aching silence, he whispers, “We can make it work this time. I swear.”

And for a while, you let yourself believe him.

That maybe the second time is the charm. That maybe love is supposed to be hard. That maybe the sharpness in his voice, the silence in his touch, the way he fucks you like he’s trying to empty you out—is still some kind of intimacy.

But the thing about second chances is they always rot faster.

He stops pretending to care about the little things. Forgets your birthday. Cancels plans last-minute. Makes promises he doesn’t remember by morning. You make excuses for him to your friends. To yourself.

He starts coming home later. Smelling like smoke and vodka and someone else’s perfume.

The sex becomes crueler. Not rough in the way you used to love. Just careless. Thoughtless. A means to an end.

Sometimes he finishes and rolls away without a word, without looking at you, without kissing you goodnight.

Sometimes he doesn’t finish at all.

You try harder. You cook. You clean. You buy lingerie. You post old photos of you both with nostalgic captions and wait for him to like them. He doesn’t.

And when you finally say something—just a gentle, trembling question, "Patrick, do you even still want me?"—he laughs. He fucking laughs.

"Don’t be so dramatic," he says, tossing his keys on the counter like he didn’t just set fire to the last shred of your dignity.

You follow him into the bedroom. He’s pulling off his jacket, already halfway to ignoring you.

"You haven’t touched me in days. You barely look at me—"

"Maybe that’s because you’re always so needy," he cuts in. "Jesus, can I breathe for five seconds without you asking for some kind of emotional check-in?"

You stare at him. You feel your throat close around something ugly.

"I just want to know I matter."

He turns to you. Smirks. "You do. When you’re not being such a bitch about it."

You feel the crack before you hear it.

Somewhere inside you, something folds. Collapses.

You don’t cry. Not yet.

You just turn, and walk into the bathroom. Lock the door. Sit on the edge of the tub and breathe.

That night, you don’t sleep beside him. You lie awake on the couch, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he ever meant any of it.

And when he leaves the next morning without a word, you already know the answer.

-----

Time passes in fragments.

You don’t speak. You don’t text. You go through the motions of your life like a ghost in borrowed skin. Your friends rally—offering wine and weekends and distractions. You smile when you’re supposed to. You laugh when it’s required.

You lie. “I’m fine.”

And for a while, it’s almost believable.

Until the party.

You didn’t plan to go. You almost cancel three times before deciding maybe you need this. Maybe you deserve this.

You wear a dress that makes you feel like someone else. Lips red. Eyes sharp. You look good—no, dangerous. Like you’ve moved on.

You don’t expect him to be there.

But of course he is.

He’s standing across the room, laughing too loud, drink in hand, suit just barely wrinkled like he didn’t even try. Like he doesn’t have to.

And he looks… breathtaking. He always did.

He doesn’t see you at first.

You watch him—watch the curve of his mouth, the way people orbit him like he’s the center of something burning.

You hate him.

You hate how your thighs clench when he runs a hand through his hair.

You hate how the room goes quiet in your head when he finally, finally sees you.

His eyes rake over you slowly. Deliberately.

You feel it all the way down to your knees.

He crosses the room like the world owes him access to your body.

“You look…” he trails off, licking his lips. “Wow.”

“Fuck you,” you say. But it comes out breathless.

He smiles. That smile. “That’s fair.”

You want to walk away. You really do.

But instead, you drain your drink.

He walks first.

And you hesitate.

You shouldn’t go. You know you shouldn’t go. Your fingers are shaking, and you’re still trying to remember how to breathe, and your heart is screaming at you to run. To turn around. To choose yourself, for once.

But then he glances over his shoulder.

That look.

Like he already knows you’ll follow. Like he always knew.

And you do.

Up the stairs. Past laughter and clinking glasses and music that doesn’t matter. Into the hush of your hotel room, door closing behind you like the last note of a funeral hymn.

He doesn’t touch you right away.

Just stands there, watching. Like he’s waiting to see if you’ll break first.

You don’t. Not yet.

“Why did you come tonight?” you ask. Your voice is steadier than you expect.

He shrugs. “Why did you?”

You don’t answer. You don’t need to.

The tension coils between you like wire pulled taut.

“You miss me,” he says finally.

You laugh. Bitter. “I miss who you pretended to be.”

He flinches. Just slightly. Then steps forward.

“You still wore my favorite perfume.”

“You still smell like lies.”

You don’t mean to let your eyes drop to his mouth.

But you do.

And he sees.

“Tell me to leave,” he says, close now. Too close. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”

But you can’t.

You never could.

So you don’t.

You step into him like a prayer. Like a curse.

He catches your mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and memory. Hands fisting in your hair, your dress, your dignity. You moan into him, half in fury, half in surrender.

Clothes hit the floor in pieces. Your back slams against the door. His fingers are already between your legs, testing, teasing, taunting.

“You’re soaked,” he growls. “Missed me that much?”

You hate him. God, you hate him.

But your hips chase his hand anyway.

He fucks you like a weapon. Uses your body like it’s his to break. Fists in your hair. His mouth on your neck, your breasts, your soul. He bends you over the dresser and takes you from behind, one hand tangled in your hair, the other pressed flat over you like he’s trying to anchor you to the moment.

“You’re mine,” he says, voice dark and low. “Say it.”

“No,” you gasp.

He thrusts harder.

“Say it.”

You cry out. Dig your nails into the wood. He hits the spot that makes you see stars.

“Fuck—Patrick—”

He grins against your shoulder. “There she is.”

When he flips you over, sits you onto the dresser, and slides back in, your legs wrap around him like instinct. Like ruin. Like home.

He doesn’t stop until your makeup is smeared, your thighs are trembling, your voice hoarse from calling his name.

And when you come again, shaking around him, you’re not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain or the horrifying possibility that maybe—just maybe—you still love him.

He doesn’t kiss you after.

He zips up his pants. Pulls on his shirt. Walks to the window like he’s already somewhere else. You stay sitting on the edge of the bed, legs shaking, heart a bruised thing in your chest.

He doesn’t say anything—not goodnight, not thank you, not stay. Not that he has the right to. He’s using your space.

You lie down on the far side of the bed, staring at the ceiling. You listen to him brushing his teeth. You listen to the rustle of him undressing again. The sheets shifting as he climbs in beside you.

But he doesn’t touch you.

You barely sleep.

And when the morning comes, sunlight crawling over your hotel linens and your bare skin, you feel it—this new emptiness, different from all the others. He’s already up. Already dressed. Sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone like last night didn’t happen.

You sit up, slowly.

“Are you really going to pretend none of that meant anything?” you ask, voice raw.

He doesn’t look up. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to mean it,” you whisper. “I want you to still be him.”

He snorts. “Yeah, well. I want a lot of things.”

And then, casually—as if he’s commenting on the weather—he says it: “You always were easy.”

The silence is immediate. Deafening.

You don’t speak. You can’t. You just stare at him, like you’re seeing him for the first time.

And maybe you are.

“Get out,” you whisper.

He sighs, grabs his things, and doesn’t even glance back. Like he was never planning to stay. Like you were just the most convenient place to crash for the night.

When the door clicks shut behind him, it takes the last piece of you with it.

So you sit there, bare and shaking and covered in bruises you asked for, trying to piece together how the man who once said you were everything could make you feel like nothing.

-----

You tell your friends you’re fine.

The days become weeks. The weeks become months.

It’s not constant—not all-consuming, not every second—but it lingers. He lingers. Like a bruise that refuses to fade.

You go out. You swipe. You kiss people who don’t taste like him. You delete his number, then dig through your email to find it again.

You smile. You nod. You joke about it—“Can you believe I fucked him again? God, I’m so over it.”

They believe you. Maybe even you believe you.

Until it’s 2am again.

You’re lying in bed with your phone lighting up your face, the soft glow of his name on your search bar. You scroll through photos from his latest match, one where he’s smiling, sweaty, victorious. Thousands of likes. Hundreds of comments.

You click through them like it’s a ritual. A punishment.

His Instagram. His Facebook. His fucking LinkedIn.

You’re not sure what you’re looking for.

A sign that he misses you. A girl he’s moved on to. Proof that he hasn’t.

You scroll until your thumb aches. Until your eyes burn.

And somewhere between his Wimbledon press clip and an old photo of him kissing your cheek from a year ago, your hand is slipping down beneath the waistband of your shorts.

You close your eyes. You hate yourself.

You picture his voice. His hands. His mouth.

You come with a muffled sob of his name, biting your wrist to keep quiet.

You tell yourself it’s closure.

But it’s not.

It’s obsession.

It’s hate.

It’s muscle memory and madness.

It’s fingers slipping past your waistband at the same time every night, lit only by the flicker of his latest headline.

You press your palm flat against your stomach, trying to still the ache, to hush the guilt. You pretend it’s someone else’s voice you hear in your head. You pretend the image behind your eyes isn’t him in that suit, smirking, untouched, unbothered.

You touch yourself to his highlight reels, his sweat-slick smile, the sound of your name whispered like a curse in memory.

You bite your wrist until your teeth leave little moons.

You come like you’re trying to forget.

But you don’t.

You never do.

Because some ghosts don’t leave.

Some gods don’t fall.

Some people keep on winning.

-----

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[lustchan]

POV: You are a maid in Gojo Satoru’s house and he comes back from work one day very stressed. So you try to cheer him up by making his favourite meal but it looks like he wants to eat something else 😏😏. Pt.2 ft. Suguru Geto

"Aah~ Master, I-I'm cumming," You said.

"Haa, me too baby," He said. After a few more thrusts your body shook as your orgasm rippled throughout yourself. At the same time you felt Gojo release hot liquid inside your twitching pussy. When both of you rode out your orgasms, Gojo flipped you over looking at you as you lay panting on the bed. Then he run his hand through his white hair and smirked down on you as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, his dick up against his stomach again.

"Time for round two~"

Gojo pushed his long thick manhood into your hot cavern , stroking your clit with his free hand and leaning into you as he readjusted your leg that was on his shoulder. He closed his eyes , grunting as the rest of his dick slipped into you with ease as you were so wet. Your breath hitched as he started rubbing circles on your throbbing clit, hitting your g-spot every time he thrusted into you and kissing you senseless . 

"Aaah~ mmm, ngh~ ," You moaned out shamelessly arching your back in pleasure.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and a tall maid with long wavy hair down her back came into the room covering her eyes with a fan.

Gojo rolled his eyes and raked his hands through his hair with his fingers, taking his member out of you and pulling up his pants to face the door

"Um, a visitor is here to see Gojo-san," She said moving back all of a sudden to reveal a tall man with long black hair that trailed his back . The man stared at you as you stared back in disbelief.

"G-Geto?!" You exclaimed in a desperate attempt to cover yourself up with the silk bedsheets that coated the bed. Geto was in your high school and you hadn't seen him in so long.

Geto looked at you in shock and then down to your naked body, licking his lips and then back to your face. Gojo saw this and didn't look very pleased.

"What?" Gojo asked rudely.

Geto chuckled running a hand through his hair and he walked into the room unbuttoning his shirt and approaching the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing," Gojo growled as Geto dangerously neared the bed.

"Haha Gojo my brother, why do you greet me this way?" He removed his shirt. "You haven't seen me in so long and this is the first thing you say?"

"I don't give a damn about you and you are not my brother!" Gojo shouted at him, anger and resentment showing on his face. "I ask you again-"

"Okay, okay. But Father is ever so worried about you and ordered me to check up on you. I suppose you are quite alright given you seem to be enjoying yourself a bit too much, I'll tell Father about your surprising adventures with your maid hahaha," He said winking at you. 

Gojo looked panic-stricken at the mention of "Father". He looked over at you and then at Geto.

"What do you need to shut your ugly crusty mouth," He said with a sigh.

Geto laughed under his hand.

"Let me join."

"WHAT?! HECK NO!" Gojo shouted angrily. Geto laughed again.

"You heard me, let me join, or else I'll tell Father,"

Gojo massaged the bridge of his nose, it seemed he was really scared of this Father guy.

"Only if Y/N is ok with it," He finally said looking at you for your approval. You didn't want to put Gojo in trouble for something so trivial so you nodded shakily much to Gojo's obvious disproval and Geto's pleasure.

"Should we begin?" Geto said with a smirk.

Geto knelt of the floor and immediately started to feast upon your pussy. Gojo didn't waste anytime shoving his cock in your mouth, choking you. Geto was very very talented with his mouth, the way his tongue swirled around your throbbing clit, the way his cool breath hit your warmth.

You couldn't help but feel turned on as the idea of you getting fucked by two incredibly fine men sunk in to your brain. Geto was ever so gentle fingering you, his long digits entering you and leaving you cold anytime he pulled out.

Gojo on the other hand was a lot more aggressive than earlier which made you realise he was angry but the only thing you could do was suck his dick as he pushed further into you. You locked eyes with him and took him deeper in your mouth, your eyes watering as you gagged on his inhuman sized length. His face softened as he watched you try your best to take him all in your mouth.

Geto looked up and grew furious as he watched you and Gojo look at each other intimately. He unbuckled his pants and took out his big girthy dick. You were startled by his size and watched him as he stroked his cock. Gojo pulled out of your mouth and appeared in between your legs standing next to Geto as both of them seemed to be positioning themselves to enter you. You quickly realised and started to panic.

"Wait, wait ,wait. What are you guys doing?"

Gojo glared at Geto and Geto chuckled.

"I mean, I was trying to fuck yo-," Geto started.

"No." Gojo cut him off.  "Not happening,"

" Wait whyyy," Geto whined. They started bickering like 7 year old brothers so they didn't even hear you whisper something. Gojo turned around to you to see your head hanging low muttering something under your breath.

"Did you say something Y/N?" He enquired.

You looked up, paused and then spoke.

"I said....that..maybe...," You took a deep breath. "Maybe both of you could do it at the same time," You quickly looked down in shame, your breath shaky and hands trembling, not knowing what could happen next.

"Hmmmmm," Geto started after 20 or so seconds of silence. "That would be nice I guess,"

Gojo looks at you in shock.

"Are you sure ?" He inquired with a worried look.

You nodded your head lying back on the bed and spreading your pussy open.

"Come on, I want it," you said with a sexy look in your eyes.

Gojo snapped and started preparing your ass to take him, pushing his fingers past the ring of muscle. It was uncomfortable but you got used to it as Geto distracted you by kissing you. His tongue was hot and feverish as it snaked down your throat. You whimpered against his mouth, arching your back in pleasure as your asshole started to feel good because of Gojo's long fingers. You could hardly breathe when he was pumping so deep inside.

Gojo then positioned himself, moving Geto out of the way and lining himself below you. Geto held your thighs and spread your legs as far as they would go back, pushing his fat tip in your tight, wet hole. They both simultaneously pushed into you and you felt like you were being ripped apart by the two large, girthy, veiny cocks.

You screamed out, your eyes rolling back and back arching off Gojo as they pulled out and slammed back into you. The feeling was so euphoric you couldn't help but moan as the sound of the two men railing you bounced off the walls.

"Ugh, princess you feel so good," Geto moaned into your mouth.

Gojo grabbed your boobs and rolled your nipples in between his fingers, biting and licking your neck and littering your neck with hickeys and bites. You could hear him panting and groaning behind you and it turned you on even more.

"Aaah, mmgh, please, nghhh, slow, ahhh," You barely could get the words out as you slipped into a completely cock-drunk state. Geto's mouth left your and trailed down to suck your nipples making you whine. You noticed that Gojo hadn't said anything in a while so you looked back at him and was met with his gaze. Low lust-filled blue eyes stared were already staring at you and it sent a shiver through you. He then grabbed you face and kissed you roughly, his tongue dominating yours in a crazed frenzy and spitting in your mouth filthily.

"Swallow." He commanded. And you did, feeling his saliva mixed with yours slide down your throat as you looked up at him, sticking out your tongue to show him that you swallowed it.

"Good girl," And then he reached down and started toying with your clit and he moved deeper inside you, his balls slapping against your skin. Geto let out an array of moans and whimpers as he got closer to his thrusts got sloppier in your warm pussy. Your tits bounce as Gojo and Geto are ramming into you at an animalistic pace, Geto threw his head back as he panted and moaned louder and louder.

"F-fuck, you feel so good, I'm gonna cum," Geto said as he sped up his thrusts. "You gonna take my cum pretty girl, huh, oh fuck," Geto smashed his mouth into yours as he came, hot ropes of cum painting your insides white.

It turned you on to see Geto so pussydrunk and a moaning mess, fucking his cum into you and Gojo wouldn't stop playing with your clit and fucking you harder.

You couldn't take it anymore when Gojo bit down hard on your collarbone and your orgasm hit you like a truck. You saw white as it rippled through you body and you shook on Gojo's cock bringing him to his climax as he released in you with a groan.

"So fucking tight baby," Gojo grunted as he turned your head towards him to messily make out with you. Geto watched as he slowly pulled out of your pussy that was dripping with yours and his cum. He watched his cum ooze out of you and felt his dick twitch.

Gojo slid his dick out of you and kissed your forehead before speaking.

"Keep your promise," he said to Geto who had a smirk on his face, putting back on his clothes.

"Yeah, yeah." he then turned to you, stroking your face. "This was fun, princess, we should do this again."

Gojo swatted his hand away. "Leave. Now."

Geto smiled at you before waving bye and leaving the room. You looked at Gojo who shook his head before running his hands down the sides of your body and picking you up. You squealed as he picked you up as if you weighed nothing.

"Omg put me down I can walk," you said with a giggle.

Gojo chuckled, making his way to his bathroom to clean you up. He ran you a warm bath and helped wash your body while all you could do was look up at him with heart eyes.

When you were both washed and cleaned, Gojo led you to his queen bed and both of you lay down to rest after your eventful evening.

As your heartbeat slowed and your eyes started to close, Gojo reached down and kissed your forehead whispering.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

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[dioslesbianwife]

Hellooo

I've been a fan of your works for a long time and I'm so glad you are just as brainrotted about jojo as me

May I request jofoes trying a period cramps simulator? (With all of the pillarmen please 🙏)

And let's ignore that like half of them wouldn't go/ would pretend they don't feel anything lol

hahaha absolutely- they all deserve to know the pain of menstruation 😭 hope you enjoy and thank u for requesting ^^

Dio

Arrogant as hell walking in.

“Foolish mortal technology. Nothing can best DIO.”

LITERALLY starts screaming like a Victorian maiden. Collapses off the chair.

Clutches his stomach and blames the Joestars.

Tries to obliterate the machine like it’s an enemy Stand.

Still insists it was “not that bad” while clearly trembling and sweating.

Kars

"I am the Ultimate Life Form. This will be nothing.”

…Five seconds in he’s folded like laundry on the floor, whimpering.

Growls out:

“I would rather return to space…”

Gets up, breaks the machine, and walks out silently. No one speaks of it again.

Wamuu

Actually tries to be stoic and respectful about it.

Breathes through it like a soldier.

Face goes red, eyes watery, but he clenches his jaw and says:

“This… this is worthy pain.”

Doesn’t cry, but you can find him lying face down later whispering “How do women survive this…”

Esidisi

Drama. Drama. DRAMA.

As soon as it starts, he starts sobbing.

Screams “WHY IS THIS ALLOWED” and does his dramatic cry thing.

Literally rolls on the floor like a soccer player faking an injury.

Takes off his shirt. No one knows why. He’s just too hot and bothered by the pain.

Santana

Doesn’t even understand what’s going on.

Pokes at the wires. Tilts his head. Confused puppy energy.

When the pain starts he makes one long groaning sound and just slides off the chair like jelly.

Learns what human suffering is for the first time and never looks you in the eye again.

Yoshikage Kira

Hates this idea. HATES it. Claims it’s “undignified.”

But he figures he can handle it like “Fine. I’m not weak.”

Fifteen seconds in:

“Okay that’s enough. Turn it off. Turn it OFF- ”

Crosses his legs and clutches his stomach like he’s about to die.

Tries to explode the machine out of pure spite.

Diavolo

"I am the King. I do not feel pain.”

LMAOOOOOO he cries.

“MAKE IT STOP!! WHY IS THIS EVEN LEGAL??”

Tries to skip time just to avoid feeling the worst wave.

Literally has to switch with Doppio halfway through.

Doppio's like “Oh okay! This is for science!! I can do it!! :D”

The moment it starts: “boss… Boss something’s wrong… I think I’m dying…”

Also cries.

Enrico Pucci

Acts unbothered. Tries to monologue about Heaven through the pain.

Eventually stops mid-sentence and clenches the arm of the chair, breath hitching.

“God… give me strength…”

When it hits level 10, he quotes scripture and lowkey passes out.

Later:

“Women are stronger than I gave them credit for… I will add that to my sermons.”

Diego Brando

Talks so much shit beforehand.

“Please, I’ve been kicked in the gut by a horse before. You think this scares me?”

Screams. Immediately.

Starts bucking like a bull. Curses you out through his tears.

His tail twitches violently.

“Y-you witch!! This is psychological warfare!!”

Funny Valentine

Absolutely assumes he can handle it.

Puts it on with a calm nod and says “For America.”

Ten seconds in: “I rescind that statement.”

Taps out like a WWE fighter. Has to use D4C to switch with an alternate version of himself who’s “less of a coward.”

Still walks away with a hand over his gut, mumbling:

“No wonder our nation is in shambles… We’ve been underestimating this the entire time…”

Tooru

“Aww, this little thing? Looks fake. I bet it’s not even that bad~”

Instantly yelps. Tries to play it off, then starts sweating buckets.

Keeps fake-smiling through the pain. “Haha, you’re recording this? Haha… Cool…”

At level 10, he straight-up sobs and curls into a ball muttering:

“Fucking…shit.”

[twst-drabbles]

would Sebek's grandpa go catatonic seeing janitor in the modern day?

Hahaha I'd imagine that Baul has made his peace and fully accepted that he's never going to meet the Janitor again, so when he does see them again, he thinks they're simply a descendant of that human he has shared tender moments with, so he isn't outright judgmental of his grandson's human friend from college. Who's also a staff member and has not one lick of magic. But also, he's made it pretty clear to his family about his distaste for humans, so he has to keep his regular prickly composure of just, not verbally engaging with the Janitor.

But it obviously doesn't escape his family's eyes that his ears twitch every time the Janitor's voice can be heard nearby. And even bites a chuckle back into his throat when they say something snippy or funny.

Either way, something is clearly nagging at Baul, because the amount of similarities between his first human love and this Janitor just start cropping up and it bothers him. Are they mocking him? Is he a part of some cosmic joke that he's unaware of?

Yeah that Janitor isn't hiding anything, but they're also not outright saying anything because they just want to see how long it will take for Baul to connect the dots.

And when he does connect the dots, it's in the middle of a family dinner, probably something the Janitor says to Sebek and everything just clicked in Baul. Only then does he go catatonic, and he has to be helped to bed like he's aged another 500 years.

Janitor is having the time of their life. Baul is still so fun to mess with.

He will recover quicker than Sebek. Probably thirty minutes later and a talk must be had. Privately.

"So, does Sebek know that his grandpa's a hypocrite?"

"...I--"

"You sure taught him to be judgemental to humans, for someone that once so eagerly loved having my tongue in your mou--"

"MM-HM! ...you're right. I am, in fact, a hypocrite. A hypocrite that loved a human. A hypocrite that grew to resent humans, and even let those feelings taint those once soft memories he held so dear. Memories that regained their luster when his daughter nearly bit his head off for even suggesting her human husband wasn't worthy of her. And this hypocrite, standing before you with evidence of his mistakes still echoing in his bloodline, missed you all the same."

"...haha, glad to see you're living well enough to reflect on yourself like this. You have a beautiful family. Though, are you ever going to tell them that you once made out with human multiple ti--"

"I beg of you, have mercy on me."

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Zevlor's Treatment

I shamelessly give you this ticklish hellbear in honor of the NPC mod that lets me have Zevlor in camp. Zevlor/Halsin strongly implied.

“You'll need to hold still for the physical,” Halsin held the door to his workspace open for Zevlor. “If what you say is true, then I may be able to help with evening the nastier scars. I'd need to touch the skin in order to start the healing process. Forgive the intrusive procedure, but it would clear away those aches you speak of when stretching…and, speaking as your friend and partner, it pains me to see you wince when you think I don't see.”

“You'd be doing me a boon, Halsin,” Zevlor ducked his head in thanks as he stepped inside. There was an exam table meant for him to lay on, and he peeled off his outer layers as Halsin prepared the healing space.

“No boon to return, no favors owed,” Halsin waved his hand over his shoulder. “I'm mixing a skin ointment, unless I'm out of … Drat, I am out of jelly base. I'll use an oil-based treatment then. It will soften your skin so the magic will work its way into the scar tissue with ease, but the oil tingles some. It should only take a moment.”

Zevlor hummed in response, sitting himself on the table. The scars from Elturel had not healed well during the war, and they had been opened and reopened throughout their journey to Baldur's Gate and against the Absolute. Old ones, new ones, some deeper than others, some healed by exhausted battle-worn clerics and some infected before help had arrived in time. Halsin finally saw the ugliest ones when he saw Zevlor washing himself in the river, and the healer's keen eye saw too much. Some of them still hurt and pull, after all.

So here Zevlor sat, comfortable enough with his companion to allow him to help. 

Halson turned with a glass jar of the freshly mixed oil and a towel, dipping and offering it to Zevlor. “Would you kindly lay down and keep your arms at your sides? I'll dab this on and let it sit. We'll do this on your front and back.”

Halsin's towel was on his chest when Zevlor was settled into a comfortable position. The oil felt warm and did tingle, but Halsin was being gentle enough over the scars. Zevlor still winced when his ridged ribs were swiped or patted over. 

He shut his eyes and tried to relax into the sensations. The oil was working fast as his skin absorbed it, and Zevlor found that he was feeling especially ticklish. A smile was flitting over his hardened features. “Thank you.”

“It is no problem,” Halsin assured yet again. “Just let it wash over you.”

“Aha - I think it's doing more than that,” He couldn't resist a soft chuckle when Halsin ran the soft cloth over his abdomen. The muscles there tensed and twitched away. 

“Ticklish?” 

Zevlor could hear the amused tone in Halsin's. “A bit,” He admitted with another chuckle. “I-I think the oil is - ha! Haha!” He covered his mouth fast. Halsin had run the cloth over a scar on his belly. His tail twitched like an agitated cat. 

“The oil, hm?” Halsin couldn't help but tease. “Hmhm. By softening your skin it makes you more sensitive. The tingling tickles me more than the cloth, normally, but Nettie has made even me howl once or twice…Not that it takes much for me, mind you,” He tried to use a softer touch as he went over a particularly nasty scar across Zevlor's ribs, and switched to a firmer one when that made the tiefling roll on his side with a giggle. “Hold still,” Halsin had to laugh as he pulled his partner onto his back again. Zevlor was certainly chuckling to himself. “I would have warned you that this would be a ticklish experience, had I known!” His hands lifted to give Zevlor a break. 

The paladin shook with mirth. Everywhere Halsin had spread the oil was hypersensitive, to where every touch or brush was a torrent of sensation. The tingling came and went in pulsating waves, tickling at the higher points. “I, hahaha, I haven't…I haven't been ha! Been t-tickled in a - haaahaha!” He had to firmly hold and pat down his abdomen, where the most offending tingles tortured his nerves. 

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Halsin was positive Zevlor blushed. There was a darker shade of pink on his cheeks. “No! No. J-just…go fast. Easy. Heh.”

“Perhaps gloves instead of a towel will be better?”

He huffed as the tingling came to a low. “So you can tickle me on purpose? Save it for later. Keep going as you are, hurry!”

“I'm doing my best, my heart,” Halsin chuckled. He used a firm hand to wipe the oil across the scars, fighting Zevlor's squirming the whole way. “So I'm allowed to do this later, then?” Giggling mirth filled the tent as they went, and Halsin might have snuck a few well-placed squeezes on purpose to hear more.

“You beast!” Zevlor was in a state, rolling and squirming around so much he wound up lying on his belly with his tail slashing through the air. “I, haHAAAhaha! It, it, it's EVERYWHERE!”

 Zevlor was squirming enough that Halsin had to grab and hold down the offending appendage so he could work, which made Zevlor practically vibrate in place. Apparently his back, full of scars as it was, was especially sensitive right above his tail. 

Unable to resist, Halsin purposely squeezed his sides above the hips. One wrist was quickly grabbed by Zevlor, whose face was twisted into embarrassed delight. “By Asmodeus, don't you bloody dare!”

But the druid had yet to hear one plead for it to stop. His fingers slid across the sensitive skin with ease, even as his own fingers began to tingle, because Zevlor had not once shown this much giddy joy in the months they'd known each other. His arms tried to grab Halsin's, but the druid was too quick and strong. 

“I may as well add, laughter is always the best medicine. Yours is especially infectious,” Halsin leaned down, trying to brush his lips over Zevlor's temple, but with all the squirming he hit an ear instead.

“HOO! Hoohoo! Aheheheh,” Zevlor slapped a hand over the ear, giggling as he tried to wave away Halsin's face. “Y-yohohou fiend! G-get this stuff, ahahahaha, off mehehe!”

Halsin chuckled and finally relented. He stood up straight above the tiefling's twitching form and began to utter the healing incantations. Zevlor's breathing was still uneven with the sensation overload, but once the spells were cast he rolled over onto his back again. He looked down and watched his deeper scars lighten in color, the minor scars disappearing altogether. 

“Oh,” He blinked once Halsin stopped glowing. “Oh, heh…Well, th-that does feel better…But I still feel ticklish.”

“Good,” Halsin chuckled warmly and reached his hand to help him sit up. “Once the oil absorbs through the spells, it stops. The only lingering effects are sensitivities that last a day. You'll be back to normal come tomorrow morning. Avoid direct sunlight and physical activities - although I've found that it heightens physical pleasures during this time.”

Zevlor hummed approvingly and stood, giving Halsin a knowing smile. “Oh you've found that out, have you?”

Halsin had to laugh in response. “Only if you consent, my dear. Just because I enjoy an activity does not mean that I will-”

“Hush,” He pressed his finger to Halsin's lips. “I would love to lie down on our softer blankets and enjoy your company.”

“Then let me walk you back to your room, my heart. We have the rest of the day for ourselves.”

[allnightstay]

Day 19 - Tickle Fight! 💥

Summary: Naruto and Sasuke had been training, but the blonde decided to pull a move he thought would win the fight for sure. He might've been wrong...

Lee: Naruto, Sasuke

Ler: Sasuke, Naruto

Happy TickleTober! 🎃🪶 I hope you enjoy~

The training grounds were quiet, with only the rustling leaves and the sound of Naruto and Sasuke’s footwork breaking the stillness. They had been sparring for a good hour, each trying to one-up the other, as always. Naruto stood panting, hands on his knees, sweat trickling down his face.

"Giving up already?" Sasuke taunted, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Naruto shot back up, blue eyes flashing with determination. "You wish! I just-" He huffed for breath. "-need a minute to strategize!"

Sasuke scoffed, crossing his arms. "Right. Like you ever have a strategy."

But Naruto’s grin suddenly turned mischievous. "You know, Sasuke, I think I do have a plan now."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Oh? And what stupid plan would that be?"

Naruto crouched, muscles tensing as if he were about to pounce. "Tickle jutsu!" he cried, launching himself at Sasuke with a wild grin.

Sasuke barely had time to dodge as Naruto tackled him to the ground. "What the...Naruto!" Sasuke snarled, struggling beneath him.

"Gotcha!!" Naruto grinned triumphantly as his fingers darted to Sasuke’s sides, wiggling them playfully along his ribs.

Sasuke twitched violently. "Hng- N-Naruto! Stop that!" he growled, but a small, involuntary gasp escaped his lips when Naruto hit just the right spot.

"No way!" Naruto grinned even wider, encouraged by Sasuke’s reaction. "You’re ticklish, aren’t you, Sasuke? I knew it!!" He upped his speed, attacking Sasuke’s ribs and stomach with merciless little pokes.

Sasuke thrashed, lips pressed into a tight line as if he refused to let any laughter escape. "Naruto-!" he warned, his voice dangerously low.

"Come on, just laugh already! You’re totally losing!" Naruto said, hands working furiously to keep up the tickling.

Sasuke’s patience snapped. "You idiot- ugh fine!"

In one swift movement, Sasuke flipped them over, pinning Naruto flat on his back. Naruto blinked up at him, startled.

"W-wait, what are you-"

But before he could react, Sasuke’s hands descended on him with precision, fingers expertly kneading into his sides.

"HAHAHA!! No! Sasuke, not you too! HahahaHAHAHA!!!" Naruto’s laugh burst out immediately, loud and wild as he squirmed beneath Sasuke.

Sasuke’s smirk deepened. "What’s wrong, Naruto? Can’t handle a little tickling?" His tone was calm, but there was a distinct glint of amusement in his dark eyes.

"NAHAHAHA OKAHAHAHAY! I’m—HAHA—I’m sorry!" Naruto gasped between bouts of uncontrollable laughter, kicking his legs wildly to no avail. Sasuke's grip was unrelenting, and every touch sent Naruto into new fits of giggles.

"You thought you’d win with this?" Sasuke said dryly, fingers now digging into Naruto’s ribs and hips, hitting every sensitive spot he could find. Naruto was ridiculously ticklish, and Sasuke made sure to exploit it fully.

"NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR! You’re—HAHA—CHEATING!" Naruto howled, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes from the nonstop laughter.

"Cheating?" Sasuke echoed with a scoff. "This was your idea, dummy."

Naruto could barely breathe, thrashing helplessly under Sasuke’s tickling assault. "I CAN’T—AAAHAHAhaha—Okay! OKAHAHAHAY!! You win! You win!"

Satisfied, Sasuke finally relented, sitting back and letting Naruto catch his breath. Naruto lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, a goofy grin plastered across his flushed face.

"You really thought you’d beat me with that?" Sasuke asked, shaking his head with a faint smirk.

Naruto propped himself up on his elbows, still grinning despite the defeat. "Hahaha... Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best plan."

"Obviously." Sasuke stood, brushing the dirt off his clothes. "Next time, try thinking a little harder before you do something so stupid."

Naruto gave him a cheeky grin. "Yeah, yeah... But you are ticklish, though. I’m totally telling Sakura."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "If you value your life, you won’t."

Naruto laughed, scrambling to his feet. "Gotta catch me first!"

And just like that, Naruto took off running, Sasuke hot on his heels. Their training may have turned into a tickle fight, but some things between them never changed.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

Ch 29 - Hold, That Position

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samanthan Kazansky

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI! SERIOUSLY LOL)

Warnings: LITERALLY ITS JUST SMUT. Blowjob, unprotected!piv, praise kink, Jake absolutely losing his mind like the feral king Sam wants him to be

A/N: It's...it's literally just smut. LOL. Likes, comments, reblogs, I appreciate every single frigging one and it makes me want to bring you absolutely filthy chapters like this one hahaha. Pic form Pinterest, gif by @kaizsche

If Code Red was the foreplay, this version is the full deal.

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891 @gpsmississippihippie @barnesboo1967 @dizzybee03 @coloraturadiva @kmc1989 @khouse712 @kaleysbookshelf @crossfandomskylines

“Take it. Take all of me, Sam, please.”

She couldn’t stop thinking about his words. They were seared into her neurons, the huskiness in his voice playing over and over in the back of her mind on a fucking loop. He didn’t just mean his body. He meant his mind and his soul too. She asked for this side of Jake, and she knew there was still some parts, that he’d repressed, deep down, that were still fucked up, but she could take it. 

Vulnerability. Not a quality that a naval aviator with two confirmed air to air kills wanted on display. But a quality that he wanted to show his fiance. And not only with her. The battered iron armor over his heart was beginning to melt. He was trying.

They had arrived at the Route 66 Auto Museum in New Mexico on a day that they were unfortunately not open. “Do you want to stick around until tomorrow and go then?” Jake asked, parking. They decided they would get out to stretch their legs and let the dogs do the same.

“No, it's okay. We can see it another time. Maybe bring...kids.” Sam suggested, adjusting in the passenger side seat. She glanced back at the dogs then, then back to Jake.

“Sam...” Jake's voice carried a warning, a knowing one, a pleading one, asking her to stop torturing herself.

“I know...I know. I'm just saying. It'd be a good thing to do. Maybe we can steal Jaycen when he's a little older.” She admits.

They stopped for dinner at a small Mexican place on the main street as they passed through. Their driving hours became extended and they decided to go for a while longer, to the hotel near their next stop. They swap places, and Sam drove the rest of the way so that Jake could sleep. He was thankful for her wanting to and they stopped twice along the way to get food for themselves, feed the dogs, again, stretch and take a bathroom break or two.

Jake had underestimated how tiring it would really be to drive but the truck was comfortable and when they finally made it to the hotel, everyone was happy for a bed. Again, Jake had gotten a single bed and there was no couch so they pulled the dogs beds in from the backseat for them to lay on. They set them up in the corner of the room and all three dogs got comfortable immediately. 

“I'm gonna take a shower.” Jake murmured, pulling his shirt off. His tags jingled as he pushed his jeans down his hips and bent down to pull them from around his ankles. He threw his clothes in a pile on the floor and then removed his boxer briefs. As they were pushed past his hips, Sam salivated at the sight of his cock, free from its confines, hanging neatly between his legs. Hungman is more like it haha, she thought, then met his eyes.

“Babygirl, I know you want me, you don't have to stare. You can just come and take what you need .” His voice was husky and low as he straightened up. Heat pooled at her core and her eyes were drawn to his, the sage green burning with desire. 

“You’re tired.” Sam said softly, as she took a single step toward him. She glanced over at the dogs, who were all out cold. 

“Yeah, less thinking happens when I’m tired.” Jake’s fingers twitched at his sides. He shivered slightly, the air in the room hitting his bare skin and sending a wave of goosebumps over his midsection and extremities. 

“What are you thinking about?” Sam closed the distance between them and Jake glanced down to her still clothed form. He brought his hands up, placing them at her hips, his thumbs rubbing over the soft padding over the bones. 

“Nothing that I want to be thinking about.” He murmured, his hands traveling up her sides, across her breasts. He pressed his thumbs over where her nipples would be and blinked slowly. Sam watched a sly smile crept across his lips, his gaze then settling upon hers. Half lidded green met mahogany brown, fire crossing the line of sight between them.

“Tell me?” She pleaded tenderly, hesitantly placing her hands on his taut abs. He gasped sharply, the warmth of her fingers surprising on his cooled skin. Jake’s eyes lowered as his fingers tugged the straps of her dress down her shoulders. 

“I don’t wanna think about it.” He whispered, casually pulling the dress down over her breasts, unhooking the clasp of her bra, guiding it all off her body and onto the floor. Everything fell to the floor with a soft thud. 

“I’m not asking you to think about it. I’m asking you to...”

“Let you in. I know. I’m...just...give me a minute.” There was a rasp to his voice, an edge like a razor, cutting through the quiet and slow intake of breath between them. His eyes flicked down to her exposed breasts, one hand ghosting over her middle to cup one and run his thumb over the nipple. The rush of heat throughout Sam’s body, the flush and rosy color in her cheeks when he touched her was something Jake absolutely adored. 

Sam leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then let her mouth travel down to the bump across his collarbone. The callus that had formed over the broken part was still there and it would eventually shrink, but there was a stark contrast between the left and right sides for now. She kissed it and he winced. It didn’t hurt anymore but the memory of pain was still prevalent. She gave his tags a short tug, her gaze flicked to them. 

“Jacob Alexander Seresin.” He sighed heavily, the whisper of his full name sending a spark through his loins, as Samantha’s hands trailed outward to the carefully sculpted and lean muscles of his obliques and then down, across his Adonis belt. She raised a brow and then sank to her knees.

Jake’s hands followed her, landing on her shoulders. He gathered her wavy brown locks and pulled it all into a fist. His growing erection ached, and he longed for her to give him relief. 

“Tell me.” She commanded in the most gentle way possible, but as her beautiful fingers, her nails an emerald green, wrapped around his length for the first time that evening, he could only think of how much he wanted to obey. Of how badly he wanted to please her. She pressed her lips to the tip of his cock as she had the other night, but this was different. In front of him, on her knees, she was sure of herself. “What’s bothering you, handsome?”

“Fuck, Samantha. You look so good like this. God grant me some fuckin’ strength .” Jake’s tone was husky, his breathing already ragged, and she’d barely even touched him. 

“Tell me what’s bothering you.” She said, licking a line on the underside of his cock, base to pretty, perfect, tip. He groaned in frustration.

“I...fuck...I....got upset when you...earlier...when you mentioned...”

“Kids...I know. I’m sorry.” Her apology split him in two. It was gentle and she took him in her mouth for a moment as her eyes flicked up to his.

“I forgive you.” He moaned. She hummed around him and then placed her wrapped hand closer to the base. She let his cock fall from her mouth then, asking him again. “What else?”

“Just...keep thinking about...capture.” He rasped, his other hand around the back of her neck. 

“What about it?”

“How I wasn’t...wasn’t in...control...can’t...I can’t not...” He stuttered, stumbling over every word and thought as her lips met his hot and throbbing skin again. 

“Yes you can. Let go and let me have you. I won’t hurt you, Jake.” She said, giving him a reassuring squeeze at the point of his hip. 

“Can’t...lose...control.” Jake’s firm tone said one thing, but the unsteadiness with which his words left his lips said otherwise. He could lose it all to her. 

“I’ve got you. All of you, remember? Even the fucked up parts.” She took him fully in her mouth then, evening out her breathing, as his cock nearly touched the back of her throat. Jake couldn’t help how his grip on her tightened. He couldn’t help his hips as they moved, thrusting into her mouth, causing her to draw back, nearly choking on him. Suddenly, his composure snapped back into place, his eyes darting to her. She dug her nails into his hip, eyes closed. He was about to ask her if she was okay when she inhaled sharply through her nose and took him deeper into her mouth again. He threw his head back and cursed, the feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around him almost too much. He reached down, placing his fingers just under her throat, helping her relax it, his thumb caressing her jaw as her cheeks hollowed and she sucked hard. 

“ Good. Fucking. Girl .” He groaned, pressing his thumb into her skin as he felt his resolve fizzle out. He couldn’t help the sounds he made as he pumped his load down her throat. He couldn’t help the emotions that bubbled to the surface as he glanced down, seeing tears streaming down her cheeks as she took everything he gave her. He couldn’t help the pull he had on her hair, when her nails scraped his skin, and they both stilled. As his cock softened, and she let him drop from her mouth, she kissed the tip once more and then rose to her feet. Jake reached up and wiped the tears. “Too good, Sam...you’re too good to do that to yourself for me.”

“I wanted it. I want something else too.” She said, taking his hand. She guided him to the bed, and he crawled over the top of her, his tags jingling as he went. She spread her legs of her own accord,a d hooked them around his waist. His gaze was tired on her, and he took a deep breath and let it out through pursed lips. Her fingers traced lines over the vasculature on his arms as they headed toward his neck. At the base, she tangled her fingers in his short hair, pricking his skin with her nails. His cock twitched, blood flow returning rapidly as his arousal picked up again. It wasn’t hard to get him going. Sam did it well, and she knew exactly what got him there. He pressed his hips toward her, rubbing his half-hard cock against her wetness. Wet...was an understatement. She was dripping. 

“So ready for me.” He mused, a smirk crossing his lips as he began to assault her neck with his lips. She was dangling on the edge of her pleasure already and she could tip over it at any moment with Jake above her. He continued grinding against her, cock returning to its full glory in mere minutes. 

“I’m always ready for you, Jake. I’ve always been. I’ve just been waiting for you.” She said, and her double entendre had Jake brimming with emotions that he couldn't quite place. She said it as if she’d been waiting her entire life for him, and maybe she had. Maybe he had been waiting for her too. 

He was at full mast again, length hard and heavy against her stomach as he kissed across her collarbone. Her lips brushed against his cheek as his met her shoulder. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking across her nipples and sending a shiver through her. He took himself in hand, thrusting into her hard. Jake could never quite get over the feeling of her wrapped around him, squeezing him. As he stretched her, Sam moaned his name, the sound heavenly to his ears. 

She pulled him close then and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, Jake, please. Don’t you dare hold back.”

His knees locked her in on both sides, his hands on either side of her head, and he went to work. He didn’t bother starting slow. She didn’t want that. She wanted the unhinged fucking animal that she knew was in Jake. She wanted him in the state of mind that he’d been in when he was captured. When all he could think of was her. Wanting to get back home to her. She wanted him to let go. 

“Hold. On. To. Me. Seriously.” He growled, causing Sam to intertwine her fingers at the back of his neck. The only sound in the room then was the loud slap of skin on skin, and Jake knew they would both be sore tomorrow. He rutted into her, absolutely fucking railed her, his groans loud as he hit the deepest parts of her with every single thrust. At the first thrust she felt pain shoot through her core, at the second she disconnected her fingers, and by the third, her nails were piercing the skin of his back, leaving deep scratches, valleys that marked him as hers and hers alone. She raked them across the strong musculature as he rammed his hips into hers. Jake felt her walls clench over and over and the sensation ripped a strangled howl of pleasure from him so loud that it alone sent Sam careening over the edge of her orgasm as well. She whimpered his name over and over, whining as her walls pulsed around him, eventually dissolving into wordless echoes of his name. 

Jake’s body drained of every feeling, every emotion, every bit of tension as he emptied his load into Sam, settling his body over hers. His breathing was uneven, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his neck and shaking pectorals. Sam at some point had lost her grip with the beads of sweat that had formed on his skin and her hands had fallen to the sheets, gripping them for dear life, when Jake’s thrusts became sloppy. 

They stayed there for a few moments, before Jake was backing away, and pulling her toward the shower. He turned the water on and guided her under the hot stream, the temperature soothing and smoothing out the last bits of tension in both hers and Jake’s bodies. He wasn’t done though.

“You wanted this.” He purred, his breath hot near her ear. He nipped at the shell then kneed her legs apart as he pressed her against the cool tile. He bit down on her shoulder as he thrust up into her. She hadn;t even realized he was hard again until then, until he was in her space, invading her air, caging her in with his strong musk. 

“I know. I want you. I want it, Jake. Please, keep going. Keep fucking me. Fucking stay inside me forever. Fuck me forever, oh my god.” Her words fueled him, as he left teeth marks on her shoulder, hickeys on her neck, and reddened skin on her ass as he pulled out and flipped her around, smacking her bottom as he pushed himself inside her from behind. He gathered her hands above her head, against the wall, keeping them joined at the wrists. His other hand was firmly around her middle, steadying her, making sure she couldn’t move. Making sure that he could just fill her over and over and she couldn’t escape, and she’d never want to anyway. 

“Jake, Jake, Jake!” She saw stars, as another orgasm washed over her. It had been there, creeping up behind her and pushing her over the edge without her even realizing it. Jake was not far behind, his balls drawing up tight, cock pumping, painting her inner walls again. Jake was absolutely spent, exhausted, as his length fell from her. His thighs were shaking, his body trembling behind her. Sam’s was damn near the same, tension gone. Everything in their bodies was dull, ache-less, and relaxed as she turned to him. 

Jake’s lips met Sam’s in the most gentle touch, more than a brush of the lips, but less than a full kiss. Jake recoiled slightly to examine his fiance, and what he saw was stunning. His girl, his woman, fucked out, and filled to the brim, with happiness. Her smile was wide, lids lowered, breath easy. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her, feeling the devotion pass between them. 

“Now you know.” Sam whispered, barely audible over the water running. Jake’s brow furrowed.

“Know what?” He asked, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. Her fingers had met his chest, toying with the sparse golden hair there. 

“That you can let go. You can lose control and I will still be okay.” She said softly, closing the distance between them once more. 

“Are you okay? Was I too...?” His voice was unsteady as his hands connected with her waist. She leaned into him, against his chest and sighed deeply. Her words came out reassuringly, putting him at ease.

“I'm fine, Jake. You didn't hurt me. I like knowing that you can go there with me. I trust you.” 

“And I trust you...to take over...when I can give up control. It’s not often...but knowing that I can let go...really let go...it means more than you will ever know...and so much more than I will ever be able to express...” Jake closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Sam’s warm body curled into him, under the stream of hot water. They stayed there for a long while, soaking in each other’s quiet presence.

[spahhzy]

Roman: You know bugs, I always thought you'd be a problem for us, being something that would get in the way of Jaune and Neo, but I'm quite glad to be wrong about you.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: Ah, I accept your apologies, but in all honesty, I'm glad you saved Jaune on that failed heist, brothers know what kind of misery he'd be in if we were gone...especially if he lost Neo.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: Yeah, those two are quite the pair, especially when I found them, I believe Jaune was hiding out between the Vanille's apple orchards and the various Vale markets.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: Jaune never told me why, so I never asked. That's his story to tell if he wants to.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: Hahaha, why the only thing I could offer them...freedom.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: You'll understand someday, Bugs.

Roman sips his drink.

Roman: Hey Bugs, don't tell those two. I said this, but I'm quite nervous about this client we are to meet up with...she's...she's not like the others we've done buisness with.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: I don't know...it's just something very...unsettling about her...it makes me freeze up a little.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: Haha! Good to know you'll be watching our backs. Our crew may have expanded, but I'm happy to know that you three are who I can really count on, cause trust me...it's gonna get intense.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: Even more intense.

Junipers ears twitched at the thought.

Roman: But let's not think on the future, let's enjoy the present and may I say you are quite the little trickster.

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: Modesty gets you nowhere! I'm still surprised you managed to convince both Jaune and Neo to go ice skating!

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: oh whose to say Jaune won't fall on his ass first?

Juniper: 🐇

Roman: You're right. Let's just watch and laugh at the funny sight before us.

Both Juniper and Roman went back to enjoying their respective concessions as they looked down below at the pair of Jauns and Neo, flopping about on the ice rink.

Meanwhile, watching far away, a peregrine looked on from a stone perch, seeing everything from Roman and Juniper to Jaune and Neo. The bird focuses on Jaune for a bit longer before flying away.

-

Aurora Arc's eyes snapped as a happy smile had adorned her face.

Aurora: My Baby Boy.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Sixteen: The Damsel Act & A Sudden Splash

You had pushed Zoro to his breaking point.

The tripping. The shoving. The petty little acts of war.

So, naturally, you decided to escalate.

And what better way than to play the helpless damsel?

“Oh, Zoro~ Save me~”

The moment Zoro stormed toward you, clearly fed up, you gasped dramatically and put a hand to your forehead.

"Oh no~!" you cried, staggering back like a delicate maiden. "I am but a weak, helpless woman, surely no match for the mighty Pirate Hunter!"

The crew immediately lost it.

Sanji howled. "PFFT—WHAT IS SHE DOING?"

Luffy was on the floor, laughing. "HAHAHA, SHE’S FUNNY!"

Robin covered her mouth, chuckling. "Oh, this is fascinating."

Usopp? Wheezing. "SHE’S GONNA GET HERSELF KILLED."

Zoro’s eye twitched.

You clutched your chest. "What ever shall I do if he lays his strong, capable hands upon my—"

Before you could finish, Zoro grabbed you.

And then?

He threw you overboard.

…

SPLASH.

The crew screamed with laughter.

Luffy was crying. "HE REALLY DID IT!"

Sanji collapsed onto the deck. "THAT MARIMO—HAHAHA!"

Usopp, clutching his ribs, gasped for breath. "OH MY GOD, HE JUST—SHE JUST—"

Robin, ever composed, took a sip of her tea and smiled. "Expected, yet still delightful."

Meanwhile, you emerged from the water, spluttering.

You wiped your face, treading water, before glaring up at Zoro.

"You barbarian!" you yelled, spitting out saltwater.

Zoro crossed his arms, looking far too satisfied. "Oops."

Sanji, still laughing, leaned over the railing. "You okay, love?"

You flipped your soaked hair back. "Oh, I am so getting him back for this."

Zoro grunted. "Try me."

Luffy cheered. "AGAIN! THROW HER AGAIN!"

"SHUT UP, LUFFY!"

And just like that, the chaos continued.

By the time dinner rolled around, you were drying your hair with a towel, fresh from a hot shower after your unplanned swim.

The crew was finally calm, eating peacefully—though every so often, someone snickered at the memory of you getting yeeted into the ocean.

You rolled your eyes, continuing to rub at your damp hair.

Then—Chopper, from across the table, tilted his head at you.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he said curiously. "Why don’t you ever fight back?"

The crew paused.

You blinked. "Huh?"

Chopper frowned, poking at his food. "Like… when Zoro grabbed you earlier. Or all the times Sanji or Luffy mess with you. You could easily fight back, but you don’t. Why?"

Immediately, heat crept up your face as your mind flashed back to Zoro’s hand around your throat, holding you up against the wall, your body reacting before you could stop it—

"PFTT—"

A pea bounced off your forehead.

You snapped out of it, eyes darting to Sanji, who was hurling peas at you from across the table.

"HEY—!"

Sanji smirked, tossing another one. "She was thinking about it!"

Robin chuckled. "She was definitely thinking about it."

Nami snorted. "Her face is red!"

You huffed, shoving your towel over your head. "Shut up!"

Zoro smirked. "Tch. Pathetic."

Sanji threw another pea.

You glared at him. "CUT THAT OUT."

Sanji grinned. "Not until you answer, sweetheart."

The crew waited.

You sighed, rubbing the towel against your face one last time before leaning forward.

"…Because I don’t want to hurt you guys."

The crew blinked.

You exhaled, looking down at your plate. "I know I’m… strong. And, I dunno, it’d be real easy for me to go too far. If I hit back, even if I don’t mean it to, it could go really wrong."

Silence.

Zoro studied you, arms still crossed.

Robin tilted her head, humming thoughtfully.

Sanji flicked another pea, but this time, it was gentler.

Luffy just grinned. "You’re strong, but you’d never hurt us."

You smiled slightly. "Yeah, well. No point risking it."

Sanji exhaled dramatically. "Tch. And here I thought I was your favorite target."

You smirked. "Oh, you still are, sweetheart."

Sanji froze.

Luffy laughed. "HAHA, SHE GOT YOU!"

Zoro shook his head. "You’re unbelievable."

You grinned, resting your chin in your hand. "You love me for it."

The crew snickered, dinner continuing in comfortable chaos.

And just like that, the tension was gone—but the teasing?

Oh, that was just beginning.

[tickle-headcanons]

May I request some Metal Sonic tickle headcannons please?

(Of course, anything for more Sonic tickle content :3)

⚙️ Metal Sonic – Tickle Headcanons 🔧💙

General

First was a Switch, but more over time starting going over to Leaning-Ler ➤ Metal Sonic insists he's immune. Cold. Calculating. Not even capable of laughter. ➤ Unfortunately for him, Eggman made his sensory systems very precise. ➤ Why? To detect even the slightest change in wind pressure. The faintest tremor. The most minute touch. ➤ Which means. ➤ He feels EVERYTHING.

🤖 Lee!Metal Sonic

The first time someone snuck up and tickled him (probably Sonic let’s be real), he glitched. ➤ Whole body sparked. Optics scrambled. Nearly rebooted. ➤ Sonic was like, “Oh? OH??? THAT did something???” 😈

Worst spots?? • Under his arms/joints – Sensitive wiring for agility and precision = instant squirming • His neck seam – There’s a connector hidden beneath the metal there, SUPER reactive • Lower back vents – Soft buzzing sounds happen if you get him there • Back of his knees – They twitch!! Like he’s gonna short-circuit!!

Doesn’t technically laugh, but oh boy does he react ➤ Body spasms ➤ Frantic scrambling to get away ➤ Weird warbly sound files play when he gets overwhelmed 🫠 ➤ You’ll catch a brief “Distress signal: c-chk– eee–!!” before he tries to slam-dash outta there

The worst part for him? ➤ His voice modulator occasionally clips and blurts a giggle-like "heh" if pushed too far

🔧 Ler!Metal Sonic

He is CREEPY good at it ➤ No warning. No hesitation. No mercy. ➤ His fingers can vibrate at ultra-high frequencies like a miniature tickle drill 😳 ➤ Activates his invisibility cloaking only to sneak up behind you and give your ribs the BZZZ

Doesn’t say a word. Just stares. ➤ Or plays back your laughter in a distorted remix as psychological warfare 😭 ➤ “Hahahaha~ HAhAha~ hAHa~ Initiating playback.”

Will absolutely hold you down with those hydraulic arms while his chest panels open up and deploy little poking tools 😈 ➤ “Resistance is illogical.” ➤ poke poke poke poke poke

Even though he’s a machine, he’s got this snarky little smugness when he wins ➤ Stands there silently with his glowing red eyes while you curl up into a puddle ➤ Whirring noise of satisfaction™

[taylormarieee]

Gamer Carl ~Gamer AU~

A/N: This is my new series that I wanna do! I forgot who I got this idea from but once I find you I will tag you for credit!

Summary: Carl finds out about you for the first time and you guys agree to play a game together!

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Gamer!Carl x Fem!Gamer!Reader

Warnings: None, Flirting, Sexual innuendos, everyone is 18+, carl’s fans hyping him up, reader getting shy!

A/N: Reader typing will be in bold and Carl will be slanted.

Carl loves gaming! He sits at his house playing gameplays all day. He loves his fans and his fans loved him!

They always shipped him with certain gamer girls he’s played with but Carl always rejects it He’s been looking for gamer girlfriends in his area to play with and maybe even fall in love with.

But, there’s never one that catches his eye until his fans tried one last time and he met you.

"Alright chat, some more fall guys. I'm not happy about this but you guys wanted it." He says smiling.

User283- Do you know (Your username insert)? bandychat123- yea she's super hot bro! ilovecarl69- Look her up dude! Maybe then you guys can play together!

Carl takes a second to read the comments in his livestream and then finally agrees to look you up.

"Alright alright guys, I'll do it. I think I know who she is but i'm not sure." he says going to Instagram on his phone.

He sees your face and instantly, his jaw drops. He shows his phone to the chat and everyone goes ballistic.

"THAT'S HER!?" He yells completely flabbergasted. His whole chat is replying yes and going crazy. Little did Carl know you were watching the livestream the whole time, chuckling at his reaction.

Carl had been one of your favourite twitch streamers to watch. You would always be in you room watching and rooting for him to win in fall guys constantly.

You would be up all night giggling at his GTA mods and what his chat always said. He was super hot in your opinion and completely adorable.

So the fact that he is now noticing you is cute and made you feel warm and happy inside.

You decide since he's already in Instagram, why not surprise him and see his reaction.

"Stalking me stranger?" You type. His face goes red and he is completely silent. You just texted him. He is so nervous.

As he is contemplating what to write he sees the bubble pop up on his phone and he instantly fixes his posture, excited to see what you say.

"I know you're wondering, How does she know? Well, I'm watching your twitch right now! It's nice to meet you. My name Is Y/N."

"Hahaha! That obvious huh? Nice to meet you, and you already know my name."

"Yep! Haha! Hi, Carl! I wanted to ask you something, if that's ok?"

"Yea, of course! What is it?"

"Would you maybe wanna play sometime? I don't know if sometime today would work or maybe tomorrow?"

"Uh, yea! I would love to maybe later today!?"

"Alright cool! See you then Carl Grimes ;)"

"Ha! See you then y/n!"

You smile to yourself as you read his message over and over again. You look back at the livestream to see him blushing and smiling too!

You were so excited for later today. Tonight will be a nice night to play. But wait, you thought about what would happen if this continues.

Will you guys eventually meet up? Continue talking and become friends? Maybe more than friends? Start going to his house? Oh! You would love to go to his house.

Maybe even help him learn how to cook! Ha! He's getting there.

“Alright chat! Let’s get to it!” He says smiling. You look at the chat and put your phone down. You smile at everybody’s assumptions.

lov3rgirlforCarl!- what happened! Was that y/n?!

BananaJoe55- You guys are adorable! I just need a collab!!!

If only they knew…

1 hour later

You just ate and you’re getting your stuff ready for your stream. You texted Carl earlier and he responded saying he was ready.

“Hey guys! I know this is unexpected but I have a special guest coming on tonight to play with me!" He says excitedly opening Fall Guys.

"The one and Only Y/N!" He says and your voice immediately sound through the speakers.

"Hiii guys!" You says, "Hi Carl!" You say in a singsongy voice.

"Hey y/n." He says blushing again. You smile and click on fall guys on your screen as well.

"I already did my intro so... we can get started Carl!" You says designing your fall guy or fall gal as you like to call it.

"You wanna add me or should I add you ma'am?" He says chuckling.

"Ma'am is a new one haha! I like it! Well you can add me!" You say. You text him your username and he sends a friend request.

You guys add each other and get started.

"Noooooo!" You hear Carl yell. You burst out laughing.

"Aww did Carl not make it!?" You tease.

"I hate you! God, Fuck!" He yells out. His outburst makes you laugh.

"Is Carl Grimes gonna cry?" You ask teasing him for loosing.

"I'll make you cry if I have to." He says. You pause, taking in what he said and now your wondering what he meant by that.

You clear your throat and heat rushes towards your face and your ears get all hot.

"I-I, Uhm, d-do you want me to uhm r-restart?" You stutter. Everyone in the chat on your livestream and Carls live stream are going crazy.

"Y-yea ket's start over." Carl says awkwardly. You both start over and continue to play.

You both get extremely comfortable with each other and continue to make flirtatious jokes.

"Carl! Stop screaming your hurting my ears!"

"I'll make you scream if you want. I'm sure you love screaming." He relies.

You giggle at his sudden boldness and flirtatious spirit.

"God fuck you y/n!" Carl yells.

"Dang, what happened to taking me out Carl? That wasn't very gentlemen like of you!" You reply giggling.

He rolls his eyes and snickers. You also snicker before you both burst out laughing.

Lov3rforCarl699- God you guys are so cute! Thisisbananas123- God this is a collab I never knew I needed! Whatismynamebro!- Bhahahaha! This is hilarious! I COULD WATCH IT FOREVER!

You guys eventually finish up and cut off the cameras. You guys are still talking through the discord server mod.

"Hey.. uhm that was a lot of fun, no?" You ask with a smile on your face.

"Yea, no it was! Best fun i've ever had!" He says chuckling. You both stay silent and shy for a few seconds.

"So... Did you wanna like play-" He starts. "Do you wanna come over?!" You ramble out asking him in a rush, scared of rejection.

His eyes widen. You take his silence as a wrong thing and immediately backtrack.

"Carl, uhm I mean like... We should game over here or I go to your house! I j-just really like playing with you and you in general and I really wanna be friends!" You continue to ramble out.

Your face is saddened as you don't get a response from him and you just whisper out a small 'never mind'.

"No that's... That would be great! I would actually love that and how's my place tomorrow at idk 5:30? You an be here for as long as you want! I need help cooking anyway!" He replies with a smile on his face and a slight blush.

You smile and as your about to reply you notice your camera is still on ad your chat feed is still going and they are spamming the chat.

"OHH MY GODD!" You yell falling out of the chair in embarrassment.

"What what is it!? Are you ok?!" He asks worried.

"No i'm not. My camera feed is still on so all my fans and maybe your's just heard everything we were just talking about." You say with your face in your hands.

Carls face goes pale and then red as a tomato.

"Well this is me taking you out on a date! To my house, right?" He asks still happy and confident.

"Y-Yea! Totally Carl! See you tomorrow!" You say while turning off your camera for good and squeal jumping up and down before flopping on your bed to call your best friend Enid.

Taglist: @carlgrimesenthusiast @catt-leya @carlsdarling @loveforcarl @sinsandsweetness @sickyrat @eternalrose81 @iamacowboi