#Oh he is miserable and pathetic and perverted and fucked in the head and I love him

[teamfortresstwo]

I just know he’s a miserable little pervert . It’s in his blood .

[abbylikesstrawberries]

Summoning Incubuses

nsfw under the cut

sub felix + sub jisung x dom fem reader

You sat in your bedroom, the curtains drawn and candles lit. 

This wasn’t working. 

You knew better than to listen to Jeongin, the stupid sex-addicted slut you called a friend. Summoning incubuses? Seriously? 

The candle flickered miserably in front of you, as you finally heaved a pathetic sigh and got off of the ground. You picked up the candle by the candlestick, some wax dripping off of it and onto your fingers. “Really,” you muttered. Picking it off, you weren’t really paying attention to anything else. The corner of your fingernail scraped at the hardened wax, watching the remains of it fall to the floor. You finally blew out the candle, exasperated, turning to finally climb into bed after your failed attempt of being a mentally insane, perverting, slutty fucking peice of.. 

“Look, Jisung!” 

You fell back unto the floor in surprise, your socks slipping on the wooden floor as you lurched back in surprise at the sudden voice in your otherwise silent apartment. 

You jerked your head up. 

Two boys stood over you. One was blonde, with freckles littering his face.. like an angel. He wore a long, silky white shirt reaching down to his thighs.. and nothing else. His hair fluffed around his face as he bent down to look at you cluttered on the floor, cocking his head. “Look at Mommy!” 

Surprised, staring at these strange intruders, you made a startled, very unsexy “huh?” in the back of your throat, lost for words. The blonde boy just giggled as the other finally spoke up. 

“Wow.. noona’s so pretty…” The second boy was dressed the same, the silk of his shirt reaching the length of his mid-thighs. His hair was a dark, tousled brown, unlike the blonde, who was crouching down, he stood looming over you, his brown eyes shining like stars in curiosity. They scanned your body, roaming up and down your form until they snapped back up to your eyes. His cheeks puffed out as he gave a lopsided grin, holding a hand out to help you up. “Felix, we scared Mommy!” 

The blonde, (Felix?) gasped, then pouted, his lips pursing in barely-concealed delight. 

“We’re sorry, Mommy. We promise to be good now.” 

Shaking your head, you finally grabbed the outstretched hand of the brunette. 

“What?” you quietly whispered, taking your hand away. Were these the incubuses? Did you actually summon them? 

“Oh,  are you confused, Mommy?” Felix blinked at you, cocking his head again innocently. “Were the incubuses you wanted,” He looked off in thought. “Unless.. you don’t want us anymore?” 

“What?” You croaked out, shaking your head violently. Finally… “No, I.. I do.” 

“Yay!” The brunette clapped his hands. “Mommy wants us, Felix!” 

“Then let’s not waste any fucking time!” 

Felix grabbed your shoulders, steering you towards your bed. “I’m Felix, and this is Jisung! We’re gonna make you really happy, Mommy.” 

Jisung hurtled towards the bed and reached it before you did, jumping into it and bouncing in place. Your eyes drifted down to his thighs, where his shirt had ridden up. Felix sat you down on the bed, climbing in after you. Jisung climbed unto your lap, Felix holding your shoulders so you didn’t fall back.” 

“You know, Mommy,” Jisung started as he grabbed the ends of his shirt. “You look.. like you need something from me.” He pulled the shirt off of his head, grabbing your chin when you immediately tried to look down. Even though he blocked your field of vision, it didn’t hide much. You could feel him growing against your stomach, you not wearing much either. When did that happen? Where did your clothes go? 

“Mommy,” Felix giggled. “His eyes are up here!” 

You tried to turn your head to face him. “I’m-“ 

“Mommy, can I taste? Can I taste you, Mommy? Please?” Jisung whined, grinding on your lap. He blinked innocently, despite the obscenity sigh of his question. You nodded, not really knowing what to say. You summoned two incubuses. Why bother with talking? 

As Jisung dipped down in between your legs, uncrossing them and holding them over his shoulders, Felix got impatient. He moved from behind you to beside you, putting one of his pillows behind you as you laid down. 

When Jising finally put his mouth on you, you cried out. It had been so long since you’d been eaten out, and Jisung was not wasting any time with the way he lapped at your pussy, swirling his toungue in intricate circles, like he’d done this a million times, oh god.. 

Felix sat back on his heels beside you, a dreamy look on his face. Jisung was eating you out like a man fucking starved, toungue fluttering rapidly around your clit. He suddenly began to suck on it, and you rasped out a sudden gasp. Felix leaned forward in excitement. “How does she taste, Sungie?”

Jisung raised from your folds long enough to stutter out a breathless “oh my god” and dive back in. Felix was still watching intently, eyes on your face more so than Jisung’s toungue fucking in and out of you pussy. It was making it hard to concentrate, those angel eyes watching you with the most beautiful face you’d ever seen, just focusing on your face as you huffed and moaned. Finally meeting his eyes, you punched out a questioning sound. 

“What?” Felix grinned. “Does it make you nervous when I stare at you, Mommy?” You nodded your head, Jisung pulling little ‘uh-huh’s’ out of you. 

“Why?” Felix wondered. “Does it make you feel dirty? To make all those pretty faces knowing i’m watching you? Does it make your pussy wet, Mommy?” 

You gasped, Jisung fucking in and out of you with his toungue at a particularly hard pace, covering your face with your hands at Felix’s words. “I-I can’t, please! I can’t!” Jisung moaned, raising his head again. “Felix, she really liked that.”

After pulling three orgasms out of you, Jisung finally rose, wiping your juices from his mouth, grinning evily. “Did i do good, Mommy? Did i do good? Was Sungie good?” 

You barely had time to choke out a “yes, baby,” before Felix grabbed your shaking legs and used them to push you closer to the headboard, huffing out a fucked out “My turn.” 

lowkey ran out of ideas at the end there, but lmk if u want a part 2.

i am a new writer, so i’ll remind you to please be kind. practice makes perfect!

[muns0nslov3r]

Could you write a full thing for this :((( reader catches him and he gets all embarrassed and soft about it because she's so mean <3

hell yes. anything for my lovelys🫶🏻

warnings : sub!jonathan, bit of mean dom reader!, slightly name calling, use of mommy and a shit ton of teasing

~

you were walking to jonathan’s as you hummed biting the inside of your cheek, you haven’t told jonathan you were coming you wanted it to be a surprise. you got his favorite snacks and favorite drink as you went inside.

you took off your coat putting it on the hangers next to a sign that said ‘the byers family’ smiling as you took off your boots, you walked to his room expecting him to be relaxed or smoking weed.

the door was cracked slightly, you peeked in his room to see jonathan laying on his bed holding a photo of something while his hand was on his cock stroking it fast letting out little whimpers.

“oh fuck mommy”

jonathan lifted his hips off the bed slightly fucking his fist faster. you pushed the door open as he lifted his head up staring into your eyes blushing.

“oh baby! shit- uh fuck!” he groaned hiding photo as he tried to get his pants on but miserably falling, letting out a sigh. you giggled as you went by him.

he looked up at you covering his crotch from embarrassment. “ b-baby im sorry i- uh” he stuttered softly a blush rising on his pale cheeks.

“ god..you’re such a pervert baby” you rubbed his crotch making him shudder. “ i-i’m n-not” he whimpered as you stroked his dick through his boxers.

“oh you are..you’re such a pervert, having photos of me in my bra jerking off to them huh? that’s not pervert like at all totally” you scoffed softly shaking your head.

“ i’m sorry! i just- ah- i just fuck- i needed s-something” he gripped your shirt as his cock twitched.

“ i don’t think perverted boys like you deserve to be touched like this. “ you play with his hair tugging his hair to make him groan. “perverted boys are supposed to be punished, not touched like a whore” you whispered in his ear kissing below his ear lobe.

“ i’m sorry mommy..” jonathan went to hold your hand as you smacked his hand away “ no touching. perverted boys don’t get to touch” you tug once more on his hair. his scalp screaming with pain but he didn’t care.

“ i said i was sorry! please i’ll be a good boy!” jonathan whimpered grinding against your hand, you took down his boxers looking at his cock, it looked so painful. being so hard, tip looking a bit purple. balls full of seed, perfect to breed and make mommy happy.

you took his cock in your hand as you gently smacked it. watching him jolt and let out a moan, you giggled softly leaving little kisses along his lower area. your lipstick making marks on his pale skin. as you took jonathan’s dick in your mouth taking it to the base giving his pubic hair a kiss.

you lifted your head up as a line of spit connected to jonathans aching tip. “ i don’t think i should give you this pleasure your feeling. perverted losers don’t get to feel pleasure.” you tugged jonathans hair making his head go back carefully as he whimpered.

“ mommy i’m r-really sorry!” he bucked his hips up pathetically as you stroked the tip. stroking down to the base slowly. jonathan’s eyes were glossy staring at you arching his back. stroking his dick a bit faster just to tease and see his movements.

jonathan’s thighs were shaking as you rubbed his balls stroking faster kissing his thighs softly “ such a loser.” you rolled your eyes as you felt your panties get more wet. your clit begging for some sort of movement.

you stroked his cock slowly smirking as you watched him groan and bite his lip worried you’ll see blood soon.

“ mommy f-faster please..” he rested his head against your shoulder as you were still painfully stroking his dick so slow. “ please!” he cried out as you felt tears stain your shirt.

you moved your hand under his tip, finding the sweet spot that make him crumble. as you moved your hand fast under his tip making him moan. his thighs shaking as he rolled his eyes back.

“ oh mommy!!” he moaned gripping your shirt tight as tears slid down his cheeks.

“ don’t stop mommy please! i’m so close i’m gonna cum please!!” he begged as you moved your hand away. watching as his dick twitched and twitched, groaning softly as jonathan sobbed. “ i was so close!” he sniffled looking at you with glassy sweet eyes.

“ well perverted boys who jerk off to photos of someone don’t get to finish” you teased getting up as you walked out of his room.

“ mommy please! no no i want to finish!” he whimpered resting his head against his mattress softly touching his dick. whimpering into the bed as he stroked himself fast.

rolling his eyes back as he groaned, pre-cum leaving the slit. you walked back humming as jonathan stroked his dick faster, panting as you walked in.

walking towards him as you moved his hand away making him whimper. you thought you stopped him from cumming but no. his dick twitched as cum spilled out the tip onto jonathan’s thigh. groaning from his orgasm you sighed.

“ guess you did want to get punished baby. up on the bed now” you said looking at jonathan. you had a whole day of fun ahead of you both.

[sansbun]

KINKTOBER POST #1

Genre: suggestive (but kinky)

Pairing: Sadist!Yeosang x neutral reader

Word count: Head empty, thoughts Yeosang.

Warnings: hand kink, degrading, implyfied dumbification, name calling, mentions of tears.

Rainy days usually meant movie nights and lots of cuddles for you and Yeosang, but given the current situation, the movie on the screen no longer seemed to entertain you as your boyfriend, and especially his hands were a huge distraction for you.

You could stare at his hands literally all day without ever getting tired. You always admired how soft and plush they felt against your skin, yet how strong they were when he wrapped them around you. Never failing to make you feel tiny in his hold.

Not to forget how freaking pretty they looked, even when he did nothing in particular. His damn beautiful, veiny, big hands that you wish you could make a mess on. Oh, how you wish they could be wrapped around your throat tightly and-

"Stop drooling over my hands, you pervert." Yeosang chuckled under his breath, catching you off guard as he crouched down to your level to ruffle your hair as you sat on floor, across from him.

"I-I wasn't! Liar!" You internally curse at yourself for stuttering at a time like this. Attempting to convince him with your little lie, even though your face was saying a whole different story.

His eyes darkened and his smile faded ever so slowly, sending shivers down your spine. The only expression remaining on his face now being his infamous, half raised eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side.

His eyes darkened and his smile faded ever so slowly, sending shivers down your spine. The only expression remaining on his face now being his infamous, half raised eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side.

"Oh, I'm the liar now? Did I say something wrong? My bad.. then how about you stop drooling over my hands and start drooling on them?

The sudden change in his previously sweet attitude made you freeze in your spot. How could such a innocent, angelic looking face belong to such a twisted, messed up mind? And why was it turning you on so much? Only a few incoherent sounds left your lips as you couldn't think of a way to get yourself out of this situation, feeling your heart beat quicken.

"Trying to come up with silly excuses won't help you anymore. Perhaps you'd only embarrass yourself further, and you don't want that right now.. do you? Or maybe you secretly get off on that too." The corners of his lips turnt into a slight smirk, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb as his eyes scanned your face.

You gulped, eyes flickering between him and his hands that covered a large portion of your face, clearly stuck from embarrassment. His sweet actions didn't match the mocking tone of his voice at all, his words succeeding at sending you into total subspace, making you feel helpless under his touch.

"It's a little too late to act innocent now, don't you think? Drooling over my hands like a horny little bitch.. you really thought I wouldn't notice?" He leaned back in his seat casually, as his hands made its way under your chin, making you look up at him speechless. You could only sit still waiting for more.

"Oh look who decided to shut up, will you finally put your mouth to some good use or do I have to do everything myself?" You shivered at the sound of his voice which was even deeper then usual, sounding as calm as ever which only made you feel smaller and more and more powerless compared to him.

Your whole face was now on fire, cheeks red from embarrassment and undeniable frustration. All you could do was try not to show just how much he was affecting you, failing miserably.

Your actions only resulted in getting a airy, nearly sadistic chuckle out of him as his free hand gripped your hair tightly, the other already gliding across your lips softly. You didn’t know if it was the contrast of his hands or his power over you, that made you close your eyes momentarily.

"Such a dumb baby.. can't even form words properly.. getting so worked up over the thought of someone's hands near their filthy mouth. So pathetic, aren't you?." He cooed almost too gently as he pulled on your bottom lip with his thumb, slipping two fingers into your now parted lips without warning.

You almost whimper around his fingers as you look up at him with glossy eyes, drooling around his digits.

"Aww is my baby going to cry already? But I think you can take much more, can't you?" He raises his eyebrow once again, completely unfazed by how desperate and needy you were because of him. Without saying another word he pushed his fingers further into your mouth making you choke on them, hot tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

"What's that you say? You want to lick my hands like a horny little dog? How cute of you." He just laughed at the sight of you breathless as he yanked you off his fingers by pulling on your hair, wiping your own drool into your cheek, letting it mix in with your tears.

At this point you couldn't ignore the unbearable heat spreading through out your whole body, making you feel like you’re having a wet fever dream, wanting nothing else then for him to ruin you and have his way with you, make you cry, make you his little toy.

You barely had time to take a breath, immediately sticking your tongue out to lick at his hands hungrily.

"Making such a mess out of yourself just because of my hands that aren't even touching you, I didn't know you're this pathetic." His sinister laugh was somehow like music to your ears, loving the way he spoke down to you as he had full control over you.

You dragged your tongue along each of his veins that protruded on his hand slowly, moaning softly at how intensely he was staring into your eyes.

"That's a good pet.. seeing you so fucked out just by licking my hands really makes me wonder how you're gonna look by the time I'm done with you.”

NEXT

A/N: I was lowkey very embarrassed and hesitant to post this since I actually talk to people on here but hopefully they won’t mock me too much MDMWKSMS anyways hope you enjoyed~ Feel free to leave some feedback, it would be very appreciated!

[lemontwst]

Consider this: Vil, Jamil, Ruggie and Sebek getting third prostrate milked to an inch of its life (they’re screaming and moaning, tearful eyes and a splotchy face with their tounge sticking out and their limbs twitching madly. Bonus points if the cum is collected into a cup and the boys drink it)

after careful deliberation, the council has decided that you, anon, are the person with the biggest brain on this planet. we pray your days are lustful and your boys dumb subby sluts. also i hope you don’t mind that i improvised a bit with the cum eating stuff, i didn’t want to make these too samey!

content warnings: degradation, cum eating, mindbreak, b/dsm, (light) asphyxiation.

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

There is something almost primordial about your desire to break Vil into tiny, useless pieces. Maybe it’s the fact that perfection is his entire raison d'être, the only thought that bounces around in that little empty head of his 24/7.

The feeling of sadistic satisfaction that courses through your veins when you take the queen down is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. After hours of torrid overstimulation you seem to have achieved your goal, because right now, your Vil looks like a common whore. His hair is falling out of his pins, a messy curtain of gold framing his sweaty top-model features. Mascara runs down his face, his eyeshadow is completely ruined, and yet he still manages to look so unbelievably hot, chest pressed against the floor and ass up and at your mercy.

“You sound like such a slut when you moan, Vil.” He lets out a long, wanton whine when you pull back the dildo you’ve been using to torment his asshole. The repeated stretching feels so delicious, his hole is hot and dripping with his own cum, a gift left behind by your cruel fingers a few minutes before. Back arched in a submissive arch, Vil’s tongue sticks out and traces his moist lips as he imagines licking your fingers clean, the filthy image makes his dripping cock throb and ache for your touch, but that’s not how you want to play today.

No, you want to make him come over and over again with his ass and his ass alone. You want to milk him dry, to hear him cry and beg for a release you’re not sure you’re in the mood to grant him.

“Just...like...that......” Vil meowls, his fingers helplessly grasping at the cold floor, looking for something, anything to latch onto. When he doesn’t find it, he hastily moves his hands to his ass, grabs the firm flesh so tight it curves between his fingers and spreads his butt cheeks, still managing to look as graceful as a swan despite the fact that he’s inviting you to plow him harder, “More...more...! Make a mess of my insides!” His hips shake like crazy every time you thrust the dildo deep inside his ass, his precum keeps flowing out of his dick like a broken dam, pooling under him in a disgusting display. It’s reaching places that my fingers can’t! This is the first time I’ve been touched there, the first time that my prostate got pounded like this!~

...Yeah, you’re done with this. Vil lets out a disappointed cry as you take out the dildo in a swift, rough movement. His wide eyes find yours and you’ve never seen him look so upset, “Wha-- why? I was so clo--ugyah!!” He squeals when you spank his ass hard. Unperturbed, you do it again and the sound resonates through the empty room alongside Vil’s piggy noises. The lewd body in front of you shakes and then goes painfully still. C-coming! Vil twitches, tears running down his face as he feels his cum dripping out of his twitching cock in thick, shameful globs.

Then, like a puppet whose strings have been cut off, he slumps to the floor, panting and shaking with a stunned expression on his face. He yelps when you spank him again, his mind racing as he tries to come up with the right thing to say.

“Sho...rry.......I’m shorry......!” He whines, sounding nothing like the stubborn, untouchable queen you know. “Please...forgive me...master....” Vil sighs, giving you a long, adoring look from beneath his long, fluttering lashes.

“I’m not sure you deserve it.” You speak plainly, holding back a smirk as Vil freezes up. Your boyfriend looks at you like you just slapped him and well, technically you did, but he was enjoying it. Now he just looks...terrified, miserable like you’ve never seen him.

“Still, while you were squirming and crying like it’s mating season, I got you a little present. If you’ll accept it, I’ll forgive you for being so brazen.” Without looking away from his confused face, you slide the small chalice that had been hiding under his dick this entire time in front of him. It’s a beautiful piece you got from the headmaster for Christmas, a golden cup with the rim decorated with rubies. Like the Holy Grail, except this is a cup of sin filled to the brim with Vil’s cum.

“......Eh.....eh........eeh....?” He mutters dumbly, trembling from the overstimulation that still wrecks him from head to toe, “Tha-that’s my...mine...?” His empty eyes focus on the chalice, “Are you going to...make me drink that...?”

“Do you want it?” You raise an amused eyebrow.

Of course not! That’s disgusting! It looks like condensed milk, that you would dare show him such a perverted thing is.......it’s.......his...... like thick cream...the proof of your love for him, and his love for you... hot and sticky, going down his throat-- Vil pants like he just ran a marathon, his dignity beaten, bruised and forgotten, and eagerly nods his head, his empty eyes never leaving the chalice.

"I asked you a question, you dumb bitch."

Immediately snapping back to attention at the sound of your cold voice, Vil looks up at you and smiles sultrily through the drool and the tears, wiggling his ass as if to tempt you, "Yes, please master ♡ aaah~" he opens his pink mouth and sticks out his tongue, looking more like a dog than a man.

You bring the chalice to his lips and smile when Vil doesn’t even flinch. The smell is so pungent, but he doesn't seem to notice as he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of sperm.

The realization that he’s doing something so fucked up with you makes his cock throb once again. How many times can a man come in one day? Vil shakes and struggles to keep himself propped up on his elbows, his head shuts down and he swallows another mouthful of cum. A dry orgasm. Sweat runs down his shoulders and back and he gleefully looks up at you. His fingers twitch, tears spill from his eyes, the thought of being fucked by you until he dies burns every one of his synapses and he sighs, disappointed that nothing came out. Ah...I cant drink like this.

��𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴 𝓩𝓲𝓰𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You watch with mild interest as Sebek’s big frame convulses in his bondage, droplets of sweat running down his face and chest in wet little trails that make you want to lick him all over. ...Or fan him a bit with one of his notebooks, seeing as he looks like he might be on the verge of a heatstroke.

Your shibari technique has become quite refined, if you do say so yourself! Sebek can do nothing but jerk and squirm against the red rope that wraps around his body like a work of art, stuck on his knees in front of you with his hands tied firmly behind his back and his engorged dick bobbing up and down every time he convulses. The rope has worked some beautiful scarlet lines all over his pale skin. You can already tell he’ll make sure his clothes will cover them up properly, but the both of you will know that the harsh rope burns are there, and Sebek will go hard every time the friction against his shirt makes the pain flare up. It will be just another one of your dirty little secrets.

“Ah--! (y/n)-sama…hm!!” You mercifully lower the vibration of the toy stuck in his ass, giving him a few seconds to collect his thoughts (which are very few and far between). Then, just as he opens his mouth to beg for mercy, you flick the remote to the highest setting all in one go. Sebek screams and convulses once again, his face a sloppy mess as he’s brought violently to his climax, “I can’t...move….ah…now I’m...ah!”

But the satisfaction doesn’t come and Sebek is in shambles, tears falling down his cheeks in big, pathetic drops. The cock ring at the base of his member strains against the flow of blood trapped desperately in his shaft, his dick standing taller and harder than you’ve ever seen it. But you don’t remove the cock ring. You just stare at him with a sadistic twinkle in your eyes.

“Aaaah (y/n)-sama…!! this is too much...kuh--?!” Sebek jolts, eyes wide as he grits his teeth. Again?! His stupid moans fill the room, a concert of long and shaky ‘aaaahs’ and ‘ooohs’ as he sticks out his tongue and drools all over himself, “Ah! I’m going to cum!” He’s nothing short of delirious as an unsatisfying climax hits him again. his entire body tenses up only for a wave of desperation to come crashing into him as his cum remains cruelly trapped inside his dick. Won’t come out won’t come out won’t come out! He sobs, giving you a pleading look from under his wet lashes, “(y/n)-sama...there is sho much of you i-inside m-my head!” He’s not making sense anymore. Sebek vaguely recognizes this, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing he wants right now is to cum his brains out here on his knees in front of you.

“Aww, you’re so cute.” You lower the intensity of the vibrator and reach out to gently pat his head. Sebek immediately nuzzles into your hand, like a big, affectionate dog. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll make you come right away.” You wipe a tear away with your thumb and almost burst out laughing at the look of immense relief that immediately crosses his face. 

“Aah...! Thank you very much! Thank you very--” Sebek’s voice dies in his throat as he watches you get up and walk away, exiting the room without looking back. For a brief, heartbreaking moment he thinks you're going to leave him there. Panic settles in his stomach the more you linger, so far away from him, too far away from him… 

But then you come back, casually tossing the jacket of his school uniform in front of him and Sebek exhales a loud sigh of relief. He doesn’t get it.

“I’m turning it up again, Sebek.” You wave the vibrator’s remote in front of his face and he gulps nervously, but still gives you an eager nod of his head. Despite the warning, he’s not prepared for how terribly you tease him in the moments that follow. His voice comes out louder and louder as you turn the vibration up and down, up and down. The uneven rhythm makes Sebek see stars, his shoulders lock up painfully, his mind spirals down a filthy, lusty hole as he calls out your name like he’s praying. He’s so close. And when he does cum, he lets out the loudest scream yet, jerking forward so violently you worry for a second he might lose his balance and hit his forehead against the ground.

He doesn’t. His torso jerks forward and his head hangs heavy, his disheveled hair dripping with sweat and obscuring his eyes as he recoils from his earth shattering orgasm. Sebek blinks in and out of consciousness, barely registering the feeling of his cum leaking out of his dick in long spurts. Still coming out… he licks his salty lips, amazed by how much cum you can pull out of him.

That’s when he sees it, at the corner of his hazy vision. His semen splattered all over his uniform. All over his Diasomnia. Sebek takes long, heavy breaths, feeling something in his mind dissolve. Something important, like a part of him.

“Sebek, you’re so dirty.” You smile sweetly at him, like an angel he thinks, even as you bring the dirty jacket up to his face, right under his nose. “Clean it up.”

He slowly tilts his head up, his body is so tired it feels like he’s drowning in quicksand, then he sticks his tongue out and methodically wipes the semen off the fabric, looking up at you from time to time to see if he’s pleasing you. The tip of his tongue tastes like something bitter mixed with fabric freshener. His hot breaths puff up as soon as they come out of his mouth and he can feel himself getting hard again. As his thoughts turn to lascivious little scenarios of you making him climax over and over again, he obediently licks his cum off of something that was important to him once. Oh well. It’s not you, so he can’t really bring himself to care.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Ruggie couldn’t stand your fingers inside him at first. He would get so nervous, trying to deflect every time you brought up wanting to play with his ass, like it was this sort of disgraceful thing he didn’t even want to think about. It’s not like he was afraid of letting you have his way with him (he sure enjoyed it when you rode him into unconsciousness), it’s just that… he was already so scrawny, he didn’t want you thinking he was some sort of pathetic, needy loser, no matter how much he loved to let you take control.

...But that feels like such a long time ago. He was a total moron.

Ruggie lets out a quiet moan and bites his index finger, his heart beating like a war drum against his ribcage as your slick fingers stretch his asshole. Fuck, this is the best, he raises his back in a pretty arch, licking his lips as you scissor him gently. You pump two fingers in and out of him, stretching him nice and slow and Ruggie responds to your playful ministrations by thrusting his hips into your hand, his mouth falling open and his tail trembling slightly under him. He makes the most beautiful face, cloud-colored eyes glossy and unfocused, his tiny fangs barely visible behind his parted lips, then you suddenly push against his prostate and he throws his head back, drool dripping down the corner of his lips.

The squelching sounds of your lubed fingers sliding in and out of his asshole almost make him cum on the spot. “(y/n)...” He pants and squirms in front of you, his hips going numb as your fingers pick up the pace. “Use my ass every day~” He thrusts back into your fingers without shame, his cock bouncing with every shake of his vulgar hips, “Stretch my asshole every day and make me remember that it’s yours...” Ruggie spreads his legs wider, making an obscene M shape as he leaks precum all over himself.

“You’re such a good boy…” You coo down at him, deceivingly tender as your fingers pick up the pace and mercilessly tease his prostate. Your boyfriend grits his teeth and twitches wildly at the sudden, relentless stimulation, back arching off the bed as the ache in his dick becomes unbearable. You don’t even need to touch it before he explodes, climaxing purely from having you play with his slutty asshole.

The sheets are a mess, soaked in his sweat. Ruggie falls back into the bed and stares up at the ceiling, the erotic smile you gave him as you watched him cum swimming in front of his eyes like a filthy movie on loop. You tap his cheek and he immediately gives you his full attention. You’re the best, he gives you a dopey smirk as he takes your fingers into his mouth, happily sucking on your fingertips as his eyes slowly go down the length of your body, So sexy.

“My lovely baby… you’re hungry, aren’t you?” You give his dick a few pumps and he shivers, muttering something about being ‘still sensitive’, then you bring your dirty hand up to his lips.

Ruggie blinks owlishly at you, looking at your fingers with a tired yet curious expression. His eyes go from your fingers to your face then back down again. You-- you want me to…? His head still feels like mush because of you, his thoughts are all jumbled and sluggish. He lacks the energy to make any coherent decisions at the moment, so he does the only thing he can do. He dazedly opens his mouth and gasps when you shove your fingers inside. The bitter taste hits him immediately and he recoils, but your hand mercilessly follows. 

Drool drips down your fingers as he whines, his dick getting hard again as you start fucking his mouth with cum coated fingers. Whimpering in the back of his throat, Ruggie surrenders to his libido and swirls his tongue around your fingers, spreading his cum all over the walls of his hot mouth.

You move to pull your fingers away and he chases, sucking on your skin like a baby and giving your fingers little love bites. “Ah!...No…” He cries when you finally pull away, a thick string of saliva and semen connecting his lips and your fingers, “(y/n)....oh fuck, there’s no way I ain’t gonna get hooked on this…” His tail swishes excitedly against the bed as he watches you scoop up more of his cum. 

This time he opens wide before you even have time to raise your hand, his eager face dripping with all sorts of fluids. So hungry...

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

It says a lot.about the kind of conqueror you are, when you've managed to tease Jamil into obedience. 

He looked so uncomfortable in this position at first, the embarrassed scowl on his face as he glared at you from over his shoulder only making the curve of his back and his vulnerable ass look that much more adorable.

Wrists bound tightly under the wooden seesaw, Jamil is forced to lean his chest on the plank for support as his naked lower half is left standing, legs spread and ass in the air, completely vulnerable. You knew your boyfriend was athletic, but you're still impressed he's managed to stand in that position for so long without his legs giving out. Especially considering how badly his legs are shaking.

All of him is shaking, really. His shoulders, his hips, his leaking cock, there is not a centimetre on his body that's not trembling like a leaf. The three vibrators you stuffed in his ass have finally destroyed his composure after hours of sexual torture. What...is...this...! The repeated orgasms are wrecking his body and with the way he's crying and moaning like a wanton bitch you think his brain might be fried too. Ho-how…? I've become...a weird person...

The vibrators all work at a different speeds to keep your precious Jamil on his toes. You've kept them from falling out of his ass by blocking his hole with tape. It looks like a cute little button, and you sometimes push on it and make Jamil cry out in pure bliss. The pressure against his prostate is too much. Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch! Jamil sticks his tongue out and goes cross eyed, desperately pushing back with his ass as he greedily tries to scrape for more stimulation. His poor, abused dick throbs cutely, but nothing comes out. Still, Jamil feels so amazing he thinks he might pass out. He pants and rests his head on the plank, sweat and drool darkening the wood under him, So good…

He barely registers it when you move in front of him, hypnotized by the quiet buzzing of the vibrators stuck in his ass.

“Are you having fun, Jamil?” You tap his forehead and he slowly moves his clouded eyes to look up at you. “I have a present for you, you know! It’s your reward for accepting all my love like a good boy.”

You suddenly place something in front of him and Jamil stops thinking entirely. What...is that…? He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand anything anymore, every cell in his body is screaming at him to look away but he just can’t, like he’s swallowed poison and is now completely paralyzed. He raises his head and the smell of sex hits him right in the face.

The sight of his favorite snapback filled with cum lights his body up again, Jamil shivers and lets out a string of soft, quiet gasps as he comes all over himself, I’ve been filling this up...all this time… “Aah...haha…” his eyelids slide halfway shut. The dark blush that paints the bridge of his nose and the sweat that drips off his chin make him look so indecent you almost feel like taking a picture.

Slowly, like he's pretending to be conflicted, Jamil lowers his head and sticks his tongue out, gasping when he laps up the first little mouthful of cum. “Ah…” It tastes horrible, how do you always swallow when he comes into your mouth...? Jamil takes another lick, and another, “Ah...ah…” it’s so sticky and unpleasant when it goes down his throat. The vibrators in his ass feel oddly comforting now, tears start running down his face and his mind goes blank. It’s delicious. 

“Ha…...haa....agh--!” He splutters when your hand slams his face down into the hat, eyes going wide as his chin splashes ungraciously into the pool of cum. He coughs and struggles but you keep him pinned down, forcing him to gulp in large mouthfuls of semen. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he struggles to breathe. His cum is everywhere-- in his nostrils, on his cheeks, it sticks to the roof of his mouth and down the walls of his throat, Jamil keeps on choking and spluttering, and just as he feels his consciousness drift away, you forceful pull his head up by his braids. 

He coughs violently, barely registering the pain in his scalp, his blood pumping with adrenaline. He looks more unfocused than ever, eyes like dark glass and strings of warm cum covering his pretty face, the white of his semen striking against his tan skin.  

You give him a fond look and lightly shake that head of his you just fucked stupid, "Was it really good, baby?"

Jamil chuckles softly, he sluggishly moves to lean closer to you, but his bound wrists stop him from going far. God, he really wants to touch you. "Really good, master…"

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

I’ve actually been meaning to ask this for a long ass time- temperature shit. Would these fuckers be into temperature play? Because I definitely think Sooga could use some ice cubes on ‘im.

I've NEVER done temp play before? Always been curious about it though? I feel like I'd be into the ice cube things-anyhow lets go!

The Gerudo desert was a hot place. Shocker. But because it was so scalding, it meant the yiga had to adapt to it. The suits alone sometimes didn't do enough, so they had to resort to other measures. Ice cream, chilly elixirs, and of course, ice cubes. The yiga stole a FUCK ton of ice blocks from the gerudo ice house, and the whole clan was reaping the benefits. Including Sooga. Sooga didn't show it, but he didn’t handle the heat so well- he tended to sweat like a whore in church. Kohga personally liked the scalding heat, but that didn't matter.

"Hey idiot. Here."

Sooga looked up from his spot on the floor (he was trying to meditate to forget how shitty he was feeling), suddenly getting smacked in the face with a cold, wet towel. Sooga chuckled, moving it from his face, and around his neck. He immediately looked less miserable.

"Thank you, Master Kohga. Truly."

"Yeah yeah, I know you hate the heat. You always try to fucking hide it, it's stupid."

Kohga sat right next to him on the floor, setting a tray down between them. A bucket of ice cubes, and two banana pops. Sooga took one of the banana pops, gratefully putting it in his mouth.

"Surprised you’re sharing these with me. Usually you hide them."

"You look like you're gonna keel over, so I'll make an exception this once. Enjoy it."

Kohga watched as Sooga helped himself. Maybe it was Kohga being a pervert, but damn did this man look pretty with something in his mouth. He watched as the ice cream dripped right down in between is tits. Sooga swore under his breath, looking around for a rag.

"Apologies, I wasn't paying attention. Do you uhm, have-"

"Eh I got it."

Kohga cupped his chest, before leaning down, and licking it off his chest. He didn't savor it like he'd prefer, but he could tell Sooga just wanted the possible stain off. He nodded in a 'your welcome' gesture, before continuing with his own treat. Sooga sat there, stiff as stone, totally and utterly confused. Kohga motioned towards him.

"Speak."

"I...I liked that. Why did I like that?"

That IS weird. They tried the same thing with whipped cream once, and as delicious as it was, Sooga didn't care for it. So, what made ice cream so different? Kohga thought on it for a second, before an idea came to mind.

"I think...I think I have an idea. If you're not too hot to play."

"Never."

Sooga could be in the middle of fending off loads of monsters, and STILL want to make love to him. He tossed his head back, took the popsicle whole, before peeling the stick away (god DAMN this man made it look effortless). Kohga leaned him against the bed, hand on his chest.

"Tell me how this feels."

Kohga exposed his titties (he COULD do this with his clothes on, but why wouldn't he get a proper view of these puppies??), cupping them in his hands, before latching his lips onto one of his nipples. He squeezed them in his hands as he sucked, watching as Sooga sighed in content. Titty play was more for Kohga, but he did like it fairly well himself.

"It's nice. Everything about you is nice."

Kohga pulled away with a nod.

"Okay, now tell me how THIS feels."

Kohga took an ice cube, put it in his mouth, sloshed it around his mouth for a second, before taking it back out. Sooga cocked his head a bit.

"I'm so confused as to what you're doing-"

Kohga latched his mouth back onto the nipple, and was that reaction BEAUTIFUL. Sooga stiffened on the spot, and his breath hitched yet again. Kohga pulled away, wiping his mouth and laughing.

"Ha! I fucking KNEW it! You ARE into cold shit!"

Sooga looked down at himself, flabbergasted. Nipples hard as hell, and a bulge in his pants.

"I'm...so confused-"

"Doesn't matter. Let's see how badly you need to cool down, big guy."

Kohga didn't let him speak as he crawled into his lap, planting his fatass right onto his bulge, and pressing his lips against his. Maybe it was the heat, maybe because this was was all something new, but when Kohga pressed his lips against his, he felt so much more eager. Wanted so much more of his tongue. Kohga used this as a distraction, pressing the ice cube right against his nipple. Sooga tried to pull away, mainly in surprise, but Kohga kept him still. He kept one hand wrapped around his neck, keeping his cute little thing from running off on him.

"Hey hey. Since when do you get all squirmy?"

Sooga averted his glance, for but a moment.

"It's just. Odd, how much you know. How you...do these weird, new things."

"You say it like it's bad."

"No no, don't-"

He paised for a moment, the coldness of the ice cube still at his nipple cascading dripping down his body. Contrast that to Kohga’s hot, thick ass, it was quite the contrast.

"Don't...misunderstand, I like it. I really do. I just...feel as though I cannot surprise you the same way."

"Always gotta be gushy with you, huh? Sooga, you're sweet. Really sweet. That's what I like about you. You're fun to play with."

Sooga was suddenly on his back, with Kohga’s lips against his own, and his hand. Oh his hand. It made that little cube travel from his nipple, to his stomach, each time making goosebumps form on his skin. Kohga’s body was hot, the air was hot, the towel around his neck was cold, the ice cube was cold. It was a contrast that made his poor little head spin. And that's why Kohga loved his dumbass.

"M-master Kohga, you're-"

"Shhh. You'll like it."

The ever shrinking ice cube cascaded down his perfect stomach (seriously, could fry an egg on this fucker, Kohga loved it), before it glided down to his cock. It was slow, cold, yet, Kohga’s hand was so soft, eager. Sooga was about to say something, when Kohga peeled away from him, putting his finger over his mouth. Silence. Sooga was always so chatty when he was nervous, self concious. Kohga USED to try to talk to him through it, and sometimes he still does, but he found that showing him was far more affective. So, after kissing his forehead (mushy, he knows), he decided to do just that.

He put what was left of the ice cube (if Sooga wouldn't be embarrassed by it, he'd be snapping some pics, because goddamn Sooga looked good when he was wet and ready) in his mouth, and after swallowing, he scooted himself in between his legs, pulling out Sooga’s cock. He didn't hesitate, grabbing his balls, and taking Sooga into his mouth. It must've been like sticking your dick in a freezer, he'd imagined. Sooga went still for a moment, and he thought Sooga didn't like it.

He was wrong. When Sooga felt him trying to pull away, he held onto his head, and used his legs to keep his body in place.

"Stay there. Stay...right there."

Kohga didn't need to be told twice. He slurped and sucked, just how he knew Sooga liked it. Slowly, with his lips wrapped around him firmly and his tongue exploring every inch. Sooga liked his fat tongue, he could tell by the way his toes curled. It was so cute. SOOGA was cute, laying there, letting himself be ravished by the much needed cold. The cold didn't last much longer however. Sooga never did last too long against his mouth, and in just a moment, his hot cum warmed Kohga’s cold mouth. Sooga's grip on him gave way; legs finally freeing him, and his hand flopping onto the floor.

Kohga chuckled, sitting up and wiping the cum from his chin. He'd lick Sooga clean, but he liked how messy and pathetic he looked.

"So, temperature play is something you like, I guess. You feel any better?"

"Y...yes, Master Kohga. Much better. Thank you."

"SOMEONE had to do it. Swear, you're the only Yiga who can't handle the heat."

Kohga finished off the rest of his (now fairly melted pop), watching as Sooga just sat there, limp.

"I can only handle YOURS, Master Kohga."

"Pfft. You flirt. You feel good enough to hop into the bath?"

"...I don't want to leave the floor. Its nice here. Think I'm going to cheat on you with the floor."

"You always did like hardwood."

Sooga looked up at him, in disbelief, before they both snorted like idiots. For a guy who so loved the cold,

He had nothing but a fiery love for his Master.

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Distraction.

Shigaraki x f!Reader 

Tomura has better things to do than to attend a meeting with the PLF. Namely, he's too busy doing you.

There was much to be done for the Paranormal Liberation Front. Paperwork to complete, emails to answer, propaganda to monitor, all standard procedure for your busy schedule. But you could not be bothered to give a damn when your leader had whisked you away to your bedroom to pin you down to the bed and rail you over and over again.

As such, that is how you currently found yourself — face pressed to the sweat-soaked sheet beneath you, back arched and ass up for Tomura’s convenience as he gripped your waist and rammed his cock deep inside your soaked pussy. Each thrust sent shockwaves of toe-curling pleasure up your spine, only to be heightened by his balls slapping against your clit.

Tomura panted harshly over you, his singleminded determination rendering him speechless. You could tell he wanted to moan out filthy obscenities whenever he changed his angle to get you to gasp and mewl. Yet upon attempting to utter anything, the only sound to break your cries of pleasure were broken nonsensical words, until he gave up altogether and simply let his mouth hang open while squelching noises and grunting overtook your cacophony of perverted lovemaking.

You could do little more than lay there and take it, to trust that his senseless jackhammering would bring you to completion. As such, you dug your fingers into the sheets and obediently submitted to your leader’s desires.

At least, that had been the plan, until your eyes inadvertently settled on the clock ticking away innocently on your nightstand. It took your anxious mind all of two seconds to break through your horniness to settle upon a gut-wrenching realization.

You were both late for an important meeting.

”Tomura!”

A drawn-out moan answered you as he smacked your ass. You yelped and helplessly pushed your hips back to drive his cock harder into you, until you accidentally looked at the clock again and quickly regained your sanity. You attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but his nails dug into your skin with stubborn tenacity as he growled. “Tomura, please, we should have met with Re-Destro ages ago — “

Tomura grabbed hold of the nape of your neck and drove your face into the bedsheets, firmly holding you in place as he paused with his cock pulsing inside you. You bit your lip and silently waited for his displeasure, still unable to keep from trying to fuck yourself on his erection and whimpering when your hips would not move an inch from his iron grip.

“Shut up,” he sneered, voice laced with thick lust. “You think I give a damn where we are supposed to be right now?” His hot breath fanned over the side of your face as he leaned in to harshly murmur in your ear, “You are dismissed when I fucking tell you.”

Tomura rested his full weight on top of you as he pressed you further into the bed, one hand moving from your nape to wrap around your neck and force your head back in an almost painfully awkward angle, his middle finger precariously positioned away from your vulnerable flesh. It was difficult enough to concentrate on his words with his cock buried deep inside you. It became unbearable when he brought his other hand underneath you to lightly stroke your outer folds as he avoided your clit altogether.

“Is that meeting more important than having your greedy pussy stuffed with my cock?” he continued, beginning to slowly grind his hips against you. You whined from the steady pressure hitting your sweet spot. "Because if it is, then maybe I should just blow my load all over your face right now and be done with it. And you’ll have to be there with me, covered in my jizz like the little slut you are. Is that what you want?”

“N — no … “

He nibbled your earlobe as he mockingly replied, “Are you sure? I just felt you clench around me.” For a brief moment, you felt like you were blessed by God himself when Tomura finally gathered up your juices to steadily rub your clit. A trail of drool trickled down your chin as you let out a pathetic sound, your heart racing when you heard him hum in approval and pull back to drive his cock into you. “You like that, baby?” Another sharp thrust ripped a moan from you. His fingers glided along your clit and stroked up and down, pinching it lightly. “Sounds like you want more.”

You stuttered out a shaky yes as his hand trailed up your throat to tilt your jaw towards him, your erratic breathing beckoning him to lick your trail of drool away and dip his tongue into your open mouth. It wasn’t even a proper kiss — his bottom lip would teasingly glide along your skin as his tongue tangled with yours, twining and curling and spreading your combined saliva everywhere. “You want to make me happy?” he murmured sweetly.

You blearily opened your eyes and simply nodded, desperation painted all over your face as you blushed. Tomura scanned your face with a hint of sly amusement and finally rewarded you with a proper kiss, his fingers digging into your jaw as he coaxed your mouth open and sucked on your tongue. He ensnared your senses completely, stealing your cries as his fingers steadily moved over your clit and his hips drove into you with increasing speed, until all you could think about was the feeling of his thick cock stroking your inner walls and painting your insides with precum.

You whined when he suddenly broke away from the kiss, only to be held firmly in place as he spit into your mouth. It was utterly disgusting, the feeling of that thick saliva coating your tongue, but your pussy clenched around him all the same as you greedily swallowed it down, licked your lips, and opened your mouth for more.

Tomura’s eyes widened at the sight. He kissed the corner of your mouth and let out a breathy laugh. “Always so ready for me,” he affectionately said. “I could shove my cock down your throat and choke you … and you … aaah — you’d still thank me, wouldn’t you … “

”Yes,” you moaned, arching your back in a lewd display to encourage him to fuck you harder. “Yes, yes Tomura I need you so badly, please don’t stop!“

“Hmm.”

And just like that, something had changed.

Tomura removed his fingers from your clit and slowed his thrusting. This goddamn bastard.

“No!” you cried out, bucking up against him in defiance. “No no no why —“

“Oh? Did you already forget?” He chuckled at your crestfallen expression. “We have somewhere to be. Can’t keep everyone waiting; that would just be rude.”

You panicked when he lifted his weight off of you, and you wanted to die from mortification as tears blurred your vision when he pulled his cock out. ”No,” you sobbed, looking every bit the pitiful fucktoy as you miserably rolled onto your back and wrapped your arms around his neck, beckoning him back to you. “I don’t care about that meeting anymore, I’m — I’m sorry I brought it up, please Tomura please fuck me!”

He stared down at you with detached coolness, as still as a statue despite your thighs clenching around his hips as you tried to angle your pussy to brush over the head of his cock. His arms caged either side of your head, and he leaned down until his face was a hairsbreadth away from yours.

“What are you.” Harshly spoken. More a statement than a question, yet you answered it all the same, all breathy and needy —

“I — I’m your good girl,” you whispered, a little unsure of yourself.

”No. You’re my dirty slut, and you’re going to take what I give you.” You nodded enthusiastically and tried to capture his lips in a kiss. He resisted — the final temptation, despite his cock now aligning with your drenched cunt. “Say it. Now.”

You didn’t even need to consider what he wanted. The words simply came spilling out. “I’m your dirty slut!” He entered you fully in one forceful thrust, and you momentarily lost all thought as you wailed in ecstasy, your walls fluttering around his girth as your pussy sucked him in. “Thank you, thank you — aahh — oh god it’s so good!” Tomura practically fell back onto you as he gathered you in his arms, one hand latched onto your ass to keep it elevated as he fucked you with wild abandon. "I want your cum, I want — I w-want you to make me filthy.”

“Who’s pussy is this,” he growled out.

“Your’s.”

“That’s right. And no one gets to decide when I use it for my pleasure. Not one fucking person. You are mine.”

Yes. You were completely and utterly his, and you wanted to tell him, you wanted to sing praises and worship his body and give him everything, but how could you, when he locked his mouth onto yours to swallow your loud cries? How could you do anything but submit yourself entirely to his constricting hold and powerful thrusts?

You knew what you had to do. The command was left unspoken, because you knew better than to keep him waiting.

With your breath trapped in your throat, you raked your nails along his back and shivered as you finally reached your peak. Your cunt pulsed and clenched tightly around his cock, and as you moaned from overstimulation as he pounded into you, Tomura soon followed your bliss, hugging you tightly while he let out a breathy moan and grinded his hips to drive his cum deep into you.

A moment of stillness. You both struggled to regain your proper breathing, simply holding each other.

The moment passed soon enough. Much to your displeasure, Tomura detached himself from you rather quickly and immediately began gathering the clothing that had been discarded all around you both on the bed.

“What are you doing?” you groaned, blearily watching him as you laid spread eagled, hoping the sight would entice him for another round.

He spared you a quick glance, pausing to admire his cum leaking out of your pussy before promptly manhandling your legs to get your underwear back on. “Getting ready, obviously. Maybe we still have time to make it to the meeting.”

You bolted up into a sitting position and gaped at him. “You want to go now? Tomura, look at the state of us!"

“Yeah.” You flinched when he cupped your clothed cunt and used the palm of his hand to smear the fluids trapped in the seat of your panties, grinning as you squirmed and angled your hips to get him to slide over your clit. “God, you’re such a needy whore.” Before you could scold him for the harsh label, he pulled you in for a kiss. “I want them to see what I do to you,” he whispered against your lips. “Besides, didn’t you say you want to make me happy?”

You flushed and hummed in agreement, dutifully redressing for your inevitable humiliation in front of the other members. But with Tomura’s cum wetly clinging to your thighs, you could only think about the chance to drag him to bed again once this farce was over with.

[doraspenlow]

ok it’s clown movie fanfic time

We Go On

(you can read on ao3 here)

It’s been three years now and Derry, Maine is a nice town, anybody will tell you that. There’s been a little boom of people moving in, who knows why– getting away from the city, enjoy the suburbs, commuting in to work. It’s a nice town. The people are nice too. There were some… incidents, quite recently actually, but who wants to talk about that. So some madman who once killed his father busted out and killed some kids. Well, he died. (The cops never found out what happened to Henry Bowers, his skull split open, but they weren’t investigating too hard). So that one poor man got thrown off a bridge. The town had a nice little candlelight vigil. It made the local news, and those boys all went to juvie. Nobody talks about these things anymore. Sometimes it’s as if they’ve forgotten entirely. It’s a nice town. Sure thing.

(The five of them will never, ever go back.)

Bill’s new book is coming out, finally, and the preorder numbers are higher than they’ve ever been. The New York Times gave the ARC the best review they’ve ever bestowed upon him. Something about “fundamental humanity in the face of terror”. Something about “the agonies and joys of growing up and facing your childhood”. They still think the ending is shit. That’s alright. Can’t win ‘em all. Anyways, he doesn’t love the ending either.

He and Audra got divorced– a month after the movie project he’d split from came out. The critics loved the movie. (Loved the ending especially, though it’s not his ending, it’s the work of some guy they yanked out of nowhere to ‘fix things up’). Everybody said the director’s an auteur, Audra’s a genius, that if the academy didn’t hate horror it’d get nominations for sure. All the buzz drove him crazy while he meddled around in his office. He screamed once too often. She left him. It’s probably a good thing– he didn’t know how to cut the chain. Three years later and she’s doing prestige stuff now, she’s engaged to that pretty boy actor boyfriend of hers. He’s happy for her. He really is.

He’s left California for Oregon. It’s cool, northern, but with a touch of that west coast freshness. Everything back east is so old. He doesn’t date, he’s taking time to “work on Bill” as he tells any interviewer who asks. One day he might try again– find some nice woman. A blonde or a brunette. Somebody who doesn’t remind him of anybody.

Richie’s still in LA, and he’s started dating, really dating, for the first time in his life. There were some half hearted attempts at having girlfriends in college, and a few hookups with men here and there, but he’s never done the whole romance thing. He feels awful pathetic, dating for the first time in his life at over forty, but it’s alright. The men he’s gone out with have been very understanding. This latest one’s real nice– a clever, tidy sort of guy, doesn’t care for stand up and had never heard of him before a mutual friend introduced them. They’ve been going for a month maybe. He doesn’t think the guy’ll last, but he’s hopeful someday someone will.

He took a long break, after Derry. An unexpected and abrupt hiatus. There were a few months were he wanted to die, a few months after that where he went to a lot of parties and snorted a lot of coke. That ended, and he started visiting this therapist– some beaky little woman his manager recommended. He still wanted to die a little bit, but he decided it was probably better to live. The tour after that crisis was the “Come Out Comeback Tour”– he wrote some of his own jokes for the first time in a long time. He told funny stories from when he was a kid. It was strange, he reflected, that he had funny stories to tell. Rooting around through his memory was like running his tongue along a line of rotten teeth. It ached, almost unbearably. But there were pleasant moments, and he was glad he hadn’t forgotten them.

“I guess my first real crush was this kid in middle school– he’d been one of my best friends forever, but about seventh grade I started having all of these feelings– and I decided to do something nice for him, something discreet– I was going to give him a popsicle. Like a literal popsicle, you perverts! C’mon! Anyways, at lunch one day I bought a bomb pop, I went to our lunch table and… I chickened out. I stuck the popsicle in my pants pocket, because I was 12 and a fucking idiot, and I went on my merry way. It was only after my next class was over that I realized the popsicle had melted through my jeans. It looked like I pissed my pants. But I pissed my pants for love, and how many seventh graders can say that?”

The divorce was a mess– Bev had expected it to be, but it still made her panicky. She didn’t so much as want to see Tom again, much less have a legal battle. For months, she’d wake up crying, miserable dreams dripping out of her mind like water. She won, in court, testified and showed pictures of bruises and witness reports and described how it was all her work, and wound up getting a restraining order against Tom and full ownership over Rogan and Marsh fashion– now just Beverly Marsh fashion. She thinks about changing the name to something modern, anonymous– but she doesn’t. It’s nice to know she has something hers. That she can be just her, and be alright. “You’ll be nothing without me––” well haha, she is something. She’s Beverly fucking Marsh, and that’s something.

It’s nice to be loved, though. Divorce is as sweet as a summer's day, and remarriage is as sweet as honey. She and Ben got married less than a week after it’s all finalized, in a courthouse, in their everyday clothes, a couple of her friends as witnesses. They bought rings on the way home, simple little bands. They split their time between Chicago and Nebraska– Ben’s used to working remotely, and she doesn’t mind it. He’s started talking about maybe building them a house of their own– she says maybe New Mexico? It’s so warm and dry and safe in New Mexico– and all the artists love Santa Fe.

So maybe they’ll move to New Mexico, or maybe they’ll stay here. It doesn’t really matter where they go. They’ll be together. It feels so good to be loved like a person. It feels so good to know she’s a person. She still has bad dreams, but she has nice ones too. Lovely ones– a boat on the ocean with the sky clear and blue. A litter of puppies she can hold. Her husband kissing her. A group of children, laughing children, playing little kid games. There’s seven of them, the children, all splashing each other in a lake, like they’ve never suffered and they never will. She wants to have children, though she’s getting older now. She wants two or three of them. She likes to think she’d be a good mother.

Ben thinks she’d be a good one too. He adds plans for children’s bedrooms to his favorite piece of mental drawing paper– a building titled “the dream home”. He’s been working on it for a decade– the dream home had a double bedroom before he had anybody to share it with. He was so used to loneliness it took him a while to get used to another person’s rhythms– how she’ll get into bed and just then remember to brush her teeth, hopping back out again, how she sings in the shower and refuses to acknowledge it.

He’d once thought he’d be lonely forever. Now, at 43, he’s trying once more to make friends. He goes to dinner parties and makes meaningful conversation, he takes up fishing with a man from work. You might never love your friends as brilliantly, as totally as you do at 11, but there's a comfort in the easy, mild talks about the weather, about work. He lets himself eat ice cream, now and then, and a social life means less time for working out. Nobody really notices– Bev says he’s still hot. But of course she’d say that, she loves him– And oh, it rushes over him sometimes, she loves him, she loves him, she loves him.

He used to write poems, but he hasn’t since college. He feels like he’s getting rusty with words somehow, and he’s always been better with his hands. He’s fixing to unveil this stunner of a municipal building in Chicago– it’s maybe the best thing he’s ever designed. He takes Beverly on a private tour a few days before the ribbon cutting– there’s some last minute things being put together, furniture and lighting, but she still tears up when she looks around. “It’s so lovely,” she says, “this is the most wonderful–” and cuts off, moved. He thinks, looking at the light caught in her hair ‘I’ll build you something even better, darling. I’ll build you a future.”

Mike heads down to Florida, like he used to dream about. On the way there he made a stop in Atlanta to see Patty Uris. She was very polite, pleased to meet one of her dead husband’s old friends– hungry for stories of a childhood he never spoke of. The mirrors were still covered, and she tangled her hands in and out of knots. Mike still felt guilty. He’s been trying to not feel guilty. He told her anecdotes about Stan as a child– he didn’t know him as long as some of the others, but he knew him enough. He knew him when it was important. “Your husband was a brave man.” He told Patty, who closed her eyes. “He was, he really was.”

He contemplated, for a moment, staying in Atlanta– befriending Patty, telling more stories. But he’s a little sick of playing historian, of being a keeper of ghosts. He heads down to Florida. He gets a job in a small town library, makes acquaintances, meets a woman. If he wants, he can go anywhere in the world. The freedom shocks him, the lightness. Anywhere in the world– Rome, Tokyo, Sydney, Helsinki, Cairo. Places where it never rains, places where it rains all the time. He keeps a framed photo of his parents on the counter– his parents as he never knew them– young and just married and laughing to each other. He likes to think they’d be proud of him for leaving. For having the world at his feet.

He has two dogs and a cat, eats vegan, takes up biking. The children at the library call him ‘Mr Mike’ and climb over his arms like a jungle gym. Eventually, his neighbors start calling him Mr Mike too, which is funny. Most people don’t look at him like an intruder, and when they do it’s easier to shake off their stares. His hair starts greying at the temples and he relishes it. He’s made it this far. He hopes to keep making it.

It’s almost always Mike who send the emails, a tradition at this point– “Hey everybody!! Want to meet up? Where, this time? Kansas? Colorado?” And the others will reply– yes-yes-of course-yes-let’s go to Denver-lets get Greek food-I know this really great spot-how about Mexican-July-maybe August?– And he amalgamates their suggestions into plans, sends off the group message, mark his calendar. He sits back and smile, types out “I can’t wait to see you all again”. Presses send.

So it’s been three years now. And here they are, in a Mexican restaurant in Denver (they never get Chinese). They’re chattering about their lives, the five of them– Mike’s girlfriend, Richie’s boyfriend, Bev and Ben’s fertility treatments. Bill’s a little quiet. They look at him. He pulls the new book out of his bag– four copies. They coo dutifully over the cover, flip through the pages. Get to the dedication. Stop. To six that made my lucky seven– Stan, Eddie, Richie, Beverly, Ben, Mike. All my love. The loser’s club rides forever.

“The ending’s still awful.” Bill says, to stop their tears with laughter. They shake their heads and say they’re sure they’ll love it. He thinks they probably won’t– even he thinks the ending isn’t great. He’s bad with endings, he’ll admit that now.

The friends in the book, they all go off. They kill the bad guy, get their tidy endings, resolve their trauma, end up with their sweethearts or happily alone. He wrote it, and yet it still rings half hollow to him. No one can walk off the page happily ever after. They’ll still have nightmares. They’ll ruin relationships, try to pick up the pieces. Things are always going to be difficult. But they’ll keep going. And that’s the other thing he’s always hated about endings– the finality, the never-see-you-again. That’s the worst thing of all. He’s lucky, he thinks as he looks at his laughing friends, his best friends, the loves of his life, he’s lucky that life isn’t a story. That it goes on. That they’ll keep going on.

The loser’s club rides forever.

[bruceeves]

“Work # 931-(10): Oh You . . . The End (A Play in Nine Scenes for Three Voices)”

Ronald Firbank figured out fairly early on, that all he needed to do to become a writer was to install himself among the terri-fying aristocratic grand-dames and brittle gay men that fre-quented the Café Royale every afternoon – and take dictation. Fast forward a century or so and the zeitgeist can be as easily chronicled by appropriating the seemingly random subtitled gifs and screen-grabs posted by anonymous bloggers on various Tumblr sites and rearrange them into storyboards. This caco-phony of voices easily coalesce into a narrative (regardless of how fractured it at first appears). What’s odd about this cluster of non sequiturs culled from mining the media landscape is both the apparent brevity of the subtitles overlaying the campy pop culture image postings but also, when taken together, the sense of dis-quiet and anger and Weltschmerz [German from Welt world + Schmerz pain] and almost panicked yearning for a past that in all probability never existed. The list of raw data collected is: A u.f.o. party; All painted up like trash; Alright, free-loaders; And miserably lonely; Daddy doesn‟t; Dad‟s friend drove me to school this morning; Darling; Death to those who support; Demonology; Dis. A. Gree; Do you go out with friends?; Do you think I‟m spooky?; Do; Don‟t; Easy-going sex with gorgeous under-age youths; Eating bana-nas around hot guys; Every mother‟s son of them; Everything is yours; Excuse me, I‟m not forcing him to do anything; Food; Forget; Fuck. I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up; Fuck me; Fuck you and all your goddamn --; Fuck. You; Fuck; Fuck; Gay; Hate ray; Have children . . . ; Have you said “I love you”?; Hear; Hellooo . . . ; How would you like a spanking?; Human; I ain‟t got no panties on; I am feeling filthy; I chopped his head off; I don‟t know what‟s wrong; I . . . I don‟t know; I have enormous respect for filth; I just wanna fall; I like you; I like your beard; I want the whole thing; I want; I want; I‟d like to apply to become a homosexual please; I‟ll never have to work because my daddy is so rich; I am a very uh . . . curious man; I‟m completely reformed; I‟m fuckin‟ dead; I‟m gifted in other ways; I‟m horny, bitch; I‟m straight, bro; I‟m too good for men; It‟s a long story; It‟s not so bad; Jesus Christ! Listen to me; Meanwhile; Men! Can‟t do anything right!; Men; No, but I . . . ; Not fun is it?; Now it‟s too late for me, but save yourselves; Oh, fuck; Oh, honey; Oh, how I hate them; Oh, Jesus Christ; Oh my God; Oh yeah, he‟s gonna remember this New Year‟s Eve; Oh you; Okay!; Old; O.P.U.L.E.N.C.E. Opulence; Pathetic; Pay my bills? Of course just a sec . . . ; People; Per-vert; Rough sex; Say it; -- Shhh, my friend‟s almost done with your ass; Shut up, queer; Shut up!; Sir, your moustache is lovely; So was 9/11 justi-fied?; Society isn‟t my GOD; Sorry I‟m late; Stupid, useless; Swallow it!; That better be vodka; That is a slap in the face. No, I hate that; The End; They‟re only fairies; Violence; „We were brainwashed.‟; What about breakfast; What are you trying to say?; What we did was wrong; What do you care; What do you mean?; What makes life so difficult?; What the fuck are these people talking about?; What the hell are you talking about?; What-chu want a medal bitch?!; Whatever. I tried; What‟s it gonna be?; Where am I; Who gives a shit; Why did you grow that beard?; Why?; Worship!; Yer a lizard Harry; You hurt me and I want to hurt you back; You look so beautiful dressed as a woman; You noticed?; You own everything; You want these tits?; You want what you see?; You weak people; You. What follows is the rearrangement of this data . . .

A PLAY IN NINE SCENES FOR THREE VOICES

SCENE ONE (VOICE B) Hellooo . . . you weak people. I ain‟t got no panties on. Fuck me. (VOICE C) Men! Can‟t do anything right! (VOICE A) Excuse me; I‟m not forcing him to do anything. (VOICE B) Dad‟s friend drove me to school this morning. (VOICE C) Oh yeah, he‟s gonna remember this New Year‟s Eve. (VOICE B) Sorry I‟m late. Now it‟s too late for me, but save yourselves! (VOICE C) I‟ll never have to work cause my daddy is rich. (VOICE A) So was 9/11 justified? SCENE TWO (VOICE C) Alright, freeloaders, I want easy-going sex with gorgeous under-age youths. (VOICE B) Don‟t forget I‟m completely reformed. (VOICE A) We were brain-washed. (VOICE B) Jesus Christ! What do you mean? Don‟t swallow it! (VOICE A) What makes life so difficult? (VOICE C) Demonology. Yer a lizard Harry. (VOICE A) Pathetic. SCENE THREE (VOICE A) Oh you, all painted up like trash. (VOICE B) I have enormous respect for filth. (VOICE C) Dis. A. Gree! (VOICE B) What do you care? (VOICE C) Shut up! (VOICE B) Fuck. You. (VOICE A) Darling. (VOICE B) Where am I (VOICE C) Who gives a shit? (VOICE B) I . . . I don‟t know? (VOICE C) I‟m lost (VOICE B) Why? (VOICE A) What the fuck are these people talking about? (VOICE C) They‟re only fairies. SCENE FOUR (VOICE A) Gay men worship O. P. U. L. E. N. C. E. Op. You. Lence. Opulence. (VOICE B) Fuck. I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up. I‟d like to apply to become a homosexual please. (VOICE C) Meanwhile. (VOICE B) Daddy doesn‟t listen to me (VOICE C) You noticed? (VOICE A) That is a slap in the face. (VOICE B) No, we hate that. (VOICE A) Do you think I‟m spooky? (VOICE B) What are you trying to say? (VOICE C) Shut up queer! SCENE FIVE (VOICE B) Do you go out with friends? (VOICE C) No, but I . . . I am feeling filthy, old and miserably lonely. I am a very uh . . . curious man. I just want to fall. Sir, your moustache is lovely. (VOICE B) You look so beautiful dressed as a woman. (VOICE C) You want these tits? (VOICE A) Say it. (VOICE B) That better be vodka. I‟m too good for men eating bananas around hot guys. SCENE SIX (VOICE A) Fuck I‟m horny, bitch (VOICE B) How would you like a spanking? (VOICE C) Have you said “I love you”? (VOICE A) I‟m straight bro (VOICE C) Whatcha want a medal bitch? (VOICE B) I want rough sex (VOICE A) What about breakfast? (VOICE C) You pervert.                                                                              SCENE SEVEN (VOICE A) Death to those who support a U.F.O party. Hear human food have children . . . (VOICE B) Oh, Jesus Christ! Everything is yours. I chopped his head off, every mother‟s son of them! VOICE A) Okay! Society isn‟t my GOD! (VOICE C) What the hell are you talking about? (VOICE A) Violence (VOICE C) Whatever. I tried. SCENE EIGHT (VOICE A) I‟ve read the posts on Tumblr. Thank you. (VOICE B) Not fun, is it? (VOICE C) You own everything (VOICE A) You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you back. (VOICE C) What we did was wrong. (VOICE B) Fuck you and all your goddamn – stupid, useless, people. Oh, how I hate them . . . SCENE NINE (VOICE B) Oh honey! I like your beard. (VOICE A) I like you. (VOICE B) What‟s it gonna be tonight? You want what you see? I‟m gifted in other ways. (VOICE A) I don‟t know what‟s wrong . . . (VOICE C) Shhh – my friend‟s almost done with your ass. (VOICE B) Why did you grow that beard? (VOICE A) Fuck. It‟s a long story. Oh fuck! I‟m fucking dead. (VOICE C) The end.                                                                                   Bruce Eves. March 5, 2015