#and their immediate response was just too fucking good

[baileysoksbakery]

— todays word count : 1.3k+

— on the radio station today: Bathroom - Montell Fish.

Requested by @noiregodess99 sorry this is a bit rushed and short because im really tryna focus on Devil’s temptation now so i forgot to close my request but i decided to accept it anyways, i also wrote half of this at like 6am…

Cw/Tags: Powerbottom!Lara, Smut with little to no plot, edging, Cum denial, dry humping, gp!reader ( I absolutely don’t care i live for gp!anything tbh.), overstimulation, jealous/possessive Lara, begging, absolutely downbad reader, mean Lara.

A fan walked up to you after the lollapalooza performance. “ Omg, you guys did so good and I love your music so much. I love you so much! “ The Black haired fan shoved a photocard into your hand. 

Her hand brushed agaisnt yours, it was so subtle you or her barely noticed. But Lara did—She felt her heart boil at how close you seemed to the fan, The way you would laugh at one of her jokes—The way the fan hugged you. It made her blood boil.

Manon noticed and smirked at this. “ uh-oh looks like someones jealous.. “ The older girl teased while poking her slender finger towards Lara’s arm. Lara scoffed in response and refused of it being anything of the sort. she waved her off with her hand.

But as her head turned she saw you taking a picture with the fan. Thats when she noticed your arm was around her waist—Now she was really pissed. Lara’s jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed—She exhaled a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in the first place.

So she immediately walked over to you and grabbed your wrist. “ She has to go now. Im truly sorry but we have alot of other things too do. “ Lara said while pulling you back to the car that you guys came in. 

which also was a lie because you two also had a fanmeet there.

Lara roughly opened up the car door like she was about to rip the door off of its hinges. She pushed you into the car with a breath that sounded like an engine—As she crawled into the car behind you.

“ Lara, Whats this about.. “ you said as you sat down on the black velvet seats of the White Lamborghini. She crawled on top of you—straddling your lap. Her index and thumb finger lifted up your chin. “ So you like flirting with other girls? “ Lara said as her eyes narrowed, her lips parted slightly as she suddenly gained a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She immediately started grinding her body against yours—Feeling your dick start to perk up and harden underneath her. You groaned at the sudden erection, you bit your lip as your hands glid up her thighs to hold her waist. “ Fuck, Lara.. “ She shut you up immediately. Taking your lips into a messy and sloppy kiss. Quickly though, She immediately begun grinding her body against yours—Groaning inside the kiss entirely.

you bucked your hips upward as if hers were leaving yours too quickly. You separated from her and start panting and digging your nails into her hips, your leather shorts now disgustingly wet at the crouch area. But you didn’t care—All you could think about was the current situation you were in with Lara

“ You weren’t acting like this when you were touching all up on that girl.. “ Lara whispered as she kept going—Faster this time as you threw you head back, your mind was everywhere. The way she rode your cock even though it wasn’t out of your shorts made you go numb.

But you noticed was she said and you furrowed a brow. You never realized how jealous and possessive Lara was about you. You didn’t say anything else to her because you didn’t have the strength to say anything else about it—So you just sat there and her dry hump you. Her moans louder then the sound of the leather squeaking together.

“ Fuck, this cock.. all mines, not hers. “ you tried to hold back a giggle from what she just said as she fucked herself silly on your cock. Or should i say the tent of your shorts. But your breath was still ragged as you felt yourself get closer to your orgasm.

“ Lara.. What.. Fuck im always yours, never anyone elses. But yours. “ you mutter through your teeth. Lara’s gaze moved up to you face, her hand on your hand that was on her waist—Out of breath you bit your lip as you tried to plead with her into letting you cum.

“ No. Im still fucking mad at you and you’ll cum when i want you to. Understood? “ She told you in a stern voice. Her eyes never left yours she felt herself get closer and closer. She threw her head back having no disregard for her clothes that were about to get ruined from her sticky mess.

A choked gasp as she tried her best to get out the words. ‘ Im gonna cum ‘. Without cutting herself off—Her eyes rolled back as she threw her head back and rode you like you were some kind of toy to her—You whimpered upon being so overstimulated and overwhelmed you decided to try and beg her again to let you release.

“ Please, Lara, I’ll do anything let me cum. “ Instead of letting you though. She stopped altogether—You whimpered from the sudden disconnect. You begged Lara to keep going—Your big pleading puppy eyes looked up at Lara with some type of lustful shame as your hands wandered up Laras shirt and to her tits.

Fondling and groping them. You bit your lip as you groaned upon feeling her warm skin against yours made you feel even more desperate. Your dick twitched and pulsed in your shorts—You bit your lip upon thinking of another dirty fantasy with her.

You opened your lips again to say something. You begged her even more, you wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t stop no matter how much she told you to—But she finally gave in and rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. You were about to say something to Lara before she silenced you before you could even open your lips.

“ Say something and i swear i won’t let you cum no matter how much you beg me. “ you immediately pressed your lips closed as she got down on her knees and began to slowly pull down your shorts. Teasing you slightly. You whimpered at the act and moaned at the slight feeling of friction.

you looked at you with narrow eyes—As if daring you to say something or do something she doesn’t like. But she knew you were such a good girl for her and wouldn’t dare defy or go against her word like a brat.

her eyes marveled at your already wet cock. She spread your legs apart and darted her tongue out—Licking up your shaft slow and steady while looking up at you with eyes that pierced your soul. She kissed your tip and curved her tongue around the flushed, sensitive area—Your hips jerking at the small action. She soon took your member into her mouth whole.

slowly bobbing her head up and down as she stared at the sight infront of her. Your face, the way your lips slightly parted—Your flushed cheeks and furrowed brows. She sneakily crept a hand into her own shorts and begun playing with her clit.

her fingers became wet and sticky from earlier when she came—She quickened her pace on your cock—You gasped and let out a high-pitched moan—Her moans muffled into your own cock as your hips tried chasing her face, you put a hand into her hair and pushed her further. Testing the waters a little bit, but her mind was spiraling. Too all over the place to care.

So you kept face-fucking her. Your head thrown back as you went at an impossibly fast pace—Your moans were breathy and uncontrolled. As for Lara, she sped up her fingers that were still rubbing her clit in tight circles to match your pace. Her legs shook slightly as she let out filthy and sultry anthems that was muffled from your cock engulfing every last possible inch of her mouth and throat.

the sound of gags and moans left her throat as tears begun leaving your eyes from everything your feeling all at once. You finally cummed inside her mouth without warning—The feeling of the white, warm, and sticky fluid entering her mouth seemed to help her finish all over her fingers—Swallowing all of your cum little by little during the process.

“ Still mad at me now? “

[binmeister]

Thanks mum - weird beginnings

Saja Boys x Fem! Reader

crackfic and fluff to even out all the angst i’ve been plotting, tootin my lil clown horn - extending the Saja Boys x Fem! Reader req with the same title

can be read as platonic or poly - will format better later on (i lie)

AO3 ver here - next »

CW: crackfic, fluff, plotless fluff, plotless crackfic, not proofread

You were unemployed, let go from your last job during a company merger as your position and several other’s were made redundant. You were unbelievably, unequivocally, absolutely fucked.

To put it lightly at least.

You groan out loud, another failed interview and another email telling you that although they liked you, a better candidate was selected for the position. It’s been like this for weeks now and you’re not sure what to do at this point.

You should tell your friends or even family, ask for an in at any of their work places if there’s vacancy. But there’s too much shame attached to asking for help.

Thankfully you had enough saved away in emergency funds to stay at your cheap little one room apartment for a reasonable amount of time, but it’d still be better to have a stream of income to make sure that it doesn’t disappear on you as well. Because you’re getting steadily more unconfident with each rejection email sent your way.

You refresh the site again, and again, and again until any new listing you haven’t applied to shows up. Then suddenly a new post a mere 5 seconds old.

Talent manager

Skills required: Time management, communications, able to work under pressure-

The generic template of a shitty paid job, but then you saw the salary listed and immediately started entering your résumé and contact details. That number you saw was the equivalent of your last three job’s combined into one, even if it was some shitty scam, it never hurts to apply!

You just didn’t expect such a quick response from whoever the employer was. Your phone ringing instantaneously after you’d finished submitting your application.

Your eyes briefly glance at the time on your laptop before you hesitantly pick up the call, a little miffed for a midnight call back.

“Hello?” The man’s voice is smooth as he offers an unsure greeting followed by your name and checking if you were the one who had just applied for the manager position.

“Hi, this is her.” You offer back, tone chipper as you lather on your faux professional persona.

“Ah great, sorry to catch you off guard. We’re in urgent need of a manager so admittedly we’re a little eager on our end.” He tries to reason, giving a friendly chuckle alongside his words.

“Oh no worries, totally understandable.” You reply even though alarm bells are screaming in your head. How urgent is it to warrant a late night call.

The conversation continues on in a fairly professional manner, he asks for your availability the next day to go over the contract in person and reassures you multiple times that the salary listed was not a typo. They were just extremely desperate.

“Oh, I forgot to give you my name - I’m Jinu.” He finally adds on towards the tail end of your conversation. He’s.. friendly and charming in a disarming way.

The kind of guy that could sell you multiple shitty pyramid schemes before you catch on and he’s already run off with your savings. But you have to admit, he does sound good.

He was convincing enough and you were desperate enough for the job that you actually show up to the designated location with your purse hanging loosely off your shoulder. Some small restaurant with a private booth, more casual than you were expecting but you’d take it over going to some secluded building in the middle of no where.

You just didn’t expect for more than one man to be there.

You pause momentarily in your steps, questioning whether or not to turn around and leave but it’s too late. You made eye contact with the bulkier one with the pink-purple hair and you did not want to be manhandled if he was capable of it, but you’re thrown for a loop when he grins up at you instead.

“Hi.” He mouths to you, giving you a little wave and you awkwardly push forward with a little wave back.

There’s three men seated at the table, the aforementioned muscle head with a tight fitted black t-shirt, a pretty boy with dark brown - nearly black hair in t-shirt with a button up half done on top of it and finally a guy in a comfy looking sweater with a pastel mop on his head that you were certain he could not see through. Or you thought so until he lifted a hand in greeting and smiled.

You slide into the seat across from them, a small greeting thrown out as you try not to curl up into a ball and cry because it’s scary how pretty they all are.

“Hey, I’m Jinu - we spoke on the phone last night.” The pretty boy sandwiched in between the other two greets, offering a hand for you to shake which you do so stiffly with a plastered smile on your face.

“Nice to meet you.” You offer out, wondering if the other two would introduce themselves but they simply don’t. They just keep staring at you.

Is this a set up?

Jinu’s carrying the conversation, surprisingly professional and he also didn’t bother to introduce the other two. It’s making you question whether or not this actually was a set up. The way he talks is smooth, practiced, definitely a swindler or a playboy.

But then he stutters on a word and you see his soul leave his body as the two beside him start snickering.

You’re struggling not to laugh, it doesn’t help that Jinu’s face is progressively getting redder as he breaks eye contact with you to take a deep breath before he restarts his sentence. Maybe he wasn’t as much of a playboy as you initially thought.

“Um.. anyway we can uh, we can pay you right away. If that’s any concern.” He starts again, his smile a lot less confident now and you felt your guard drop.

“I’d love to take a look at the contract if that’s alright? You mentioned that you’d bring a copy.” You try to stay professional, try but then you see the way mophead is fiddling with his fingers on the table and looking around like a child who’s lost interest meanwhile muscle head is blowing bubbles into his drink.

“Right, yeah that makes sense.” Jinu mumbles as he shifts to pull out a few sheets of paper from his bag under the table. That’s what you thought at least but on Jinu’s end he had just conjured up the sheets out of thin air.

“Here you are.” He says before sliding the sheets over for you to look at. Your brows furrow as you blink rapidly.

Did the paper just flash pink?

Naaah. Maybe you’re just tired.

“Huh.. it says here that you’ll be providing housing?” You’re skimming the contents, a finger tracing the page as you take in the various bits and pieces of information. “I just want to clarify, the position only mentioned talent manager but what exactly is that entailing?”

Jinu’s stiff as you ask that question, cursing himself because of course they didn’t put that information onto the website. They just picked the template that made the most sense and prayed that someone would apply.

“We’re idols so uh, an idol manager..?” He offers you, sheepish grin on his face as you stare blankly at him.

“..you.. you’re idols.. without a manager?” You slowly say aloud.

When you word it like that it makes Jinu cringe a little because okay, yeah, maybe he should have gotten a manager from the get go but he didn’t think that far ahead. He thought being an idol would be easy. Then he had to sort out all the annoying scheduling and organising and having to keep the guys in line - he signed up to be an idol and accidentally became a single dad.

“How the hell have you been getting yourselves sorted?” You question, narrowing your eyes because from what you understood of the industry - idols have little to no hands on contact with any of the organisational side of things. They’re supposed to sit pretty, sing a little, dance a little and primarily be the face of a brand - someone else would be responsible for everything else.

“…we haven’t been.” Mophead speaks out suddenly and you’re surprised by his soft voice.

“Oh no, we’ve been fucking around and finding out.” Muscle head grins at you as he says it, like he’s proud of himself.

“I suddenly understand why the salary you listed was so high.” You bluntly comment as you make eye contact with Jinu again.

You sigh as you glance back down at the contract, nothing necessarily seemed out of line and realistically it seemed you could back out if it became too much. And the money is pretty enticing.

“I look forward to working with you.” You say calmly, pulling a pen from your purse and signing your name at the bottom of the contract.

If it’s a shit show at least you’ll get paid for it, and maybe get a good story out of it. Your eyes meet Jinu’s and you’re trying not to laugh at the way he’s staring at you like you were a saint sent directly from heaven.

You expected a shit show but you weren’t expecting this much of a shitshow.

The two floor penthouse that you would soon be moving into was relatively clean, aside from the mountains of laundry thrown messily everywhere and so many empty cans and take out boxes littered the house. This was clearly the 7th level of hell - a house full of messy men.

“Are you actually kidding me-” You’re pulled out of your stupor by Jinu, who looks just as shocked as you do.

“I left you guys alone for two hours, two. How the fuck did you manage to do this.” He’s busying himself with cleaning up immediately, muttering curses under his breath as he does so.

That was at least a tiny bit reassuring that not all of them are pigs.

“Fuckin- Sorry I, I haven’t been professional at all today, I’m so sorry.” He briefly glances over his shoulder at you, apologetic expression on his face as he continues to huff and clean up the mess left by the others.

Mystery - you learnt his name as well as Abby’s on the way back to their apartment, is quick to follow suit in picking up cans and tidying things up as well. Abby also shifts from beside you to start folding up clothes and neatening things up, he’s surprisingly quick and efficient with laundry folding.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind talking casually.” You shrug and offer up a small smile, before you also start to help up with tidying things up.

You wonder how many others must be in the group for a mess of this size, surely they must be a decently sized boy group. Maybe 8? Maybe a total of 10 even given how much stuff was piled up.

You were so off the mark that you’re wondering if maybe the entirety of last night and today were just part of a never-ending fever dream.

“Baby, I told you to toss food in the bin when you’re done eating.” Baby? What the fuck kind of name is Baby.

“Romance, I told you to put the laundry away when it’s done. This is not putting it away, this is throwing it everywhere.” Romance?

It’s finally dawning on you that literally only two people out of the five member boy band have normal sounding names.

“But I like watching Abs’ fold the laundry like the male wife he is.” ‘Romance’ sighs out dreamily, blowing a kiss in Abby’s direction only to have Abby flip him off in reply.

Make that one member with a normal name.

“Who’s she?” A low voice questions and you pause as you turn towards the kitchen, there’s a guy with the exact definition of a baby-face looking at you with the smallest glimpse of curiosity. He’s sat on a bar stool but his upper body is practically draped over the kitchen island like a cat liquifying itself on a cat tree.

“Manager.” Abby states plainly, you wave at Baby after he says it.

“Oh.” Baby says, then suddenly he’s smirking at you. “You’re gonna hate us.”

This fever dream is getting stressful.

“Let’s not scare off the manager on day one, please.” Jinu sounds exhausted and you honestly feel a little bad for him.

You’ve vaguely heard the horror stories that leaders of idol groups have to go through because they have to not only have to make sure they’re perfect, but they also have to make sure the rest of the group is perfect for the cameras too.

“You’re gonna be an adorable little manager.” Romance is suddenly near you, leaning over you and getting into your space.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Cut the shit.” Your abrupt statement makes him freeze.

“Hah.. what do you mean, cutie?” He’s trying to put up that flirty persona again, that one that you know is fake.

“There’s no cameras, you can drop the act.” You state plainly and step away from him, moving yourself to be closer to Jinu and Abby because they suddenly look like the safest options out of the ones you currently have.

“I’m so glad you applied.” Jinu sighs out as he drops onto the couch and melts into the seat.

Abby chuckles and then he looks down at you, it makes you pause as you register just how tall and wide he actually is. He’s.. really built like a double door refrigerator - a compliment truly.

“Do you want me to show you where you’d be staying?” He offers up and you nod at him.

“You’ll have a good chunk of space to yourself, just in case you’re worried bout us being annoying.” Jinu calls out as he covers his eyes with an arm, clearly about to indulge in a nap based on the small yawn he lets out.

Abby is polite enough to give you a general tour, pointing at the hall way you had walked in from and mentioning that there’s one bedroom and a bathroom in this hallway but most of the other bedrooms and living spaces were either on the second floor or around the corner.

He gives you a general run down on who’s room is where, bathrooms, where they store stuff, then soon enough he’s lead you up stairs and into a quieter hall way where there’s a few doors left open.

“Bedroom, small office, your personal bathroom.” As he points to each door and lets you know what they are.

“Wow, basically an apartment to myself here.” You joke as you step forward and peek your head into what would soon be your room.

You just didn’t expect to make eye contact with something.

A very big and fuzzy something.

There’s a large and very chunky fuzzy tiger laying on it’s back in the middle of the room, eyes meeting yours before it’s rolling onto it’s belly and curiously walking up. Abby’s standing jaw dropped behind you and is currently running through 9 different emergency scenarios in his head that Jinu was rambling about how important it was that the manager didn’t know they may or may not be not human.

“Oh you’re so fuzzy.” You’re gushing out as the tiger walks up and starts rubbing against you, you can’t resist reaching out and scratching at it’s massive head. That second of fear had been replaced with cuteness aggression with the way this massive kitty is purring and rubbing it’s big dopey head against your legs for attention.

Soon it’s knocking you onto your butt as it keeps rubbing against you, head nuzzling your face as you continue to give it scritches.

“This is a crazy dream, can’t wait to wake up.” You mumble to yourself and Abby stares at you nervously.

“Haha yeah, crazy dream.” He stammers, “Totally not like we’re demons or anything.”

Fuck, why did all of his stat points go into strength instead of charisma or intelligence.

“Hah, that’s crazy, demons.” You laugh.

Demons, what a crazy concept.

Demons?

Your head whips around to stare up at Abby as he sheepishly avoids eye contact, the tiger is still trying to rub against you for attention but you whisper a small ‘sorry kitty’ to it as you get to your feet.

“Jinu!”

Jinu’s eyes blearily blink back open, he had yet to actually fall asleep but he did heavily consider it. He sighed as he vaguely kept track of where you and Abby were at, using his senses to make sure that nothing bad would happen to you because he really needed the help when it came to handling the group.

“Jinu!”

He snaps up at that, not expecting your combined voices to shout his name and he’s dashing upstairs to where you’re located. He lets out a breath of relief as he sees that you guys are alright, you, Abby, and his tiger Derpy.

His- his tiger Derpy?

“Fuck.” He cusses out as he looks from you, to the tiger that’s trying to get your attention, to Abby who looks like he said something he shouldn’t have.

“Demons?” You hiss out at him as you try to ignore the fluffy tiger desperately trying to get more head scritches and you’re struggling to ignore it. It just wants love!

“You told her?” Jinu exasperatedly asks Abby.

“I did not actually.” Abby tries to defend himself.

“You literally did.” You turn to glare at the buffer demon.

“Okay I may have let it slip.” He relents.

You want to start an argument, complain about false advertisement because now you’re extremely out of your element. You went from assuming you would be a hiring manager, to an idol manager, to a demon idol manager.

“I’ll pay you double what we offered.” Jinu states after taking a second to close his eyes and calm his nerves.

“Sold.” You reply instantaneously.

“Don’t judge me, I like money.” You mumble as they both stare at you with bewildered looks.

“You can’t quit.” Jinu suddenly tacts on, you narrow your eyes at him and he quirks a smile at you. “You did sign a contract with a demon.”

“..you’re lucky you’re a pretty demon.” You grumble at him and Jinu’s smile widens at that.

“Sooo.. new roomie?” Abby asks as he spares a glance to Jinu before focussing his attention back to you.

You just nod at him before finally letting your fingers go back to scratching at the tiger’s big head, unable to stop yourself from coo-ing down at the massive furball. At least you have a furbaby to look forward to living with, and some demons to liven up your life but mostly a big fuzzy cat.

[koaflower]

Hello ! i really loveeeeeeee your writing and I'm currently obsessed with Blue Lock too. I love how you charactarized Hiori in some of your recent works, and also Ness. Can I please request some nsfw with Hiori where he edges reader as a punishment for her talking to someone else ? Thanks a lot and have a nice day <3

hiori yo !

edging you cuz he’s jealous ⋆｡°✩

includes. afab!reader. GRAPHIC smut. aged-up hiori. edging, fingering, multiple orgasms, clit play, mirror sex, blindfold, sadistic hiori.

a/n. HII THANK YOU FOR THE REQ!! i’m so glad you like my characterization of them and i hope you have a good day too :) sorry this took foreverrr, I’ve been busy with bday plans and moving. it’s not canon hiori smut if there’s no slight bdsm.

word count. 667

“jus’ another round. ten minutes tops. had to go n’ talk to him, huh?”

pale blue hair tickles your ear, the xbox controller long forgotten and tossed to the side along with your clothing as he lavishes your skin in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

“do you like the attention?” he presses his middle against your entrance, circling it before pushing in. the thin slip of silk over your eyes loosens just slightly, revealing a sight that make your stomach churn. there, in the mirror’s reflection was your naked body, all flushed and rosy as you sit with your legs spread open like a fucking pornstar. “wish he was here right now, watchin’ me play with this pretty pussy. bet he’d be reeeal envious,” he murmurs.

you didn’t mean to make your boyfriend jealous. you were just bored and he was taking forever, mumbling something about rematches and a death wish as his thumbs fly over the joysticks. the “one match” he promised you was starting to sound like two, maybe three. surely, he wouldn’t mind a little phone call while you wait, right?

wrong.

“jusss like that. wide open f’me,” he says, lips skimming down the smooth column of your neck. his arms circle around your waist, one hand toying with your swollen clit as the other lightly teases your wet folds. you know that tone. soft and gentle, teeth grazing your ear like he’s begging you to disobey—give him a good excuse to fuck that sweet submission back into your sopping cunt.

“look at you…” he squishes your cheeks together, thumb digging into the groove of your cheekbone as he tips your head back. your pussy is stuffed full of his fingers, heat enveloping each digit as he scissors you open. “—takin’ me like a slut.” the sight makes his cock drool, pre-cum smearing against the confines of his jeans.

“c’mon, smile. you did it earlier.” the smile on his lips doesn’t quite reach his eyes, a bitter aftertaste lingering on his tongue. was he so easily replaceable? white noise in the background as your lay on your stomach, giggling and kicking your feet like some lovesick teenager for god knows who. how could he not be jealous? when you smile like that, talking to some nobody that’s not him?

hiori clicks his tongue at your lack of response, fingers forcing the corners of your lips up into a faux smile that immediately parts back open. he wants nothing more than to stuff it full with his cock, fuck your throat until his thick cum dribbles down your chin. he could’ve been so good for you, if only you’d waited.

“‘m sorry! w-won’t do it again! yo, please,” you sob, the blindfold absorbing your tears as you writhe and whine. you’re not sure how much longer you can last, cunt begging to be filled with something thicker than his fingers. in the mirror, your breasts are pushed out, nipples hard and waiting for a relief that never comes “c-can’t, nghh..! need more!”

he laughs, a sound so pleasant that it grates on your nerves. “wanna fuck you too, but that’s too bad. should’ve waited like a good girl.” he curls his fingers against your spongy g-spot, making your body lurch forward and eyes roll back. “s’tight… you hear that? listen,” he says, hitting it again and again until you’re a drooling mess, wet squelches mixing in with your soft cries. his gorgeous girl… thinks he wants this for the rest of his life.

hiori smiles, pulling his fingers out to inspect the sticky mess on his hand after you cum again, your legs trembling from the violent aftermath. “how many times was that?”

you shudder, back pressed flush against his chest. he hums. “use your words, y/n.”

“t-three.”

“three? really?” he muses, pressing a kiss to your temple. he makes no attempt to remove the silk over your vision, leaning closer instead.

“but your pussy’s still squeezin’ me so tight… think she wants another.”

you’re in for a looong night.

[higanbanamilktea]

𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮)

【Author's Note】❀ I have no idea what Flins personality will be like, so if this ends up mischaracterizing him, i'm sorry, i wrote this before he was released and as a fruit of pure horny and lust.

【Contains】❀ dom!reader • sub!Flins • gn!reader • reader has a strap/cock • rough to soft sex to rough again (???)

Things didn't escalate quickly, but they definitely escalated a lot more than Flins expected. How did he end up here? Lying face down ass up in your bed. With you violently pounding his hole, pulling his hair and making him cry and moan like a desperate slut.

"haah..haah..haah~ Mmph...A-Aaagh!"

*SMACK*

Suddenly, he feels a sting spreading through his asscheeks, and it hurts so good.

"Oouwie..."

"Didn't you hear what i said?" You questioned. You weren't angry, but you have called him a few times and needed to get his attention somehow.

"N-nouuugh..."

You smug, gradully slowing your pace.

"Doesn't surprise me considering how loud you're moaning." Flins blushes at the comment, a pity you can't see it.

"Why..haah~...a-are you...haAah~Sloowiiing...haah...Dooowwn?" He manages to whisper a complaining question between gasps.

"Just checking on you, how are you felling? Want me to keep going?"

Oh, right. He remembers things now. Just a little.

Flins recalls coming to you because he was feeling gloomy, but why? He doesn't remember anymore. Does it even matter now?

He also remembers that you two cuddled for a bit, than you kiss his forehead, his cheek, his lips...And now here we are.

"I-i'm fiine..." the lightkeeper mumbles with a pout "...just go on already."

That's all you needed to hear.

With your hands on Flins' hips, you carefully urge him to lay on his back. Taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and puppy eyes.

" look so pretty, my dear~" You purr into his ear, placing a kiss his lips soon after.

Upon breaking the kiss after a couple seconds, you firmly buck your hips forward, making your cock reach deep inside of Flins.

"Hmmgnh..." Flins groans in response, trying to cover his face with his right arm.

"Nah-ah-ah...don't hide yourself now~" You tease, gently holding Flins' arms and moving them to either side of him. "I want to watch every reaction" you complete, gradually speeding up your pace.

"Guuh...aAngh~ faaassteer..."

"Hahaha, faster? Alright then." You immediately comply, speeding up your pace and pulling out more whimpers from Flins.

You admire his fucked out expression intently. His dazed, teary yellow eyes, parted lips with a string of drool running from its corner.

On the other hand, Flins was almost incapable to keep eye contact for too long, no matter how hard he was trying. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and your smug expression made him so flustered. Alas, if you weren't pinning him

"Enjoying yourself, my dear?"

Flins shakingly nods his head "Uu-uhuum~..."

"Good" you place a small peck in his cheek "Cause i'm not stopping until i see you cry...Not from sadness, nor from pain...but from pleasure" You kiss his lips once again, more fiercely this time.

"From pure, utter pleasure."

【End notes】Aaaaaaah i don't know if I like this, haven't written anything in a long while, sorry if this is too cringe. I'm just throwing this in the wild and hoping people like it (or at least don't hate it)

[leashybebes]

motivation monday

tagged by @devirnis. here's a little more wish baby fic, picking up directly from the snippet here

"Only one way to find out," Sal says.

Tommy guesses that's true, and it's not like he didn't know it, but these consistent, front-and-center reminders that Sal's the grown up in this situation are so deeply weird. It also gives him the push he needs.

"Okay. Give me some space, yeah?"

"You got it," Sal says. "I'm gonna take little man to look at the flowers. Colors are good for them, don't fall for any of that Tik Tok beige shit, okay?"

"Language," Tommy says. "Baby." Normally he'd start an argument about why the fuck Sal thinks he knows anything about Tik Tok, but the opportunity is too much to pass up.

"Oh, kiss my A double ess," Sal says.

Tommy takes a moment to breathe and then another one to reset the contact details back to Evan. He doesn't think he can make this phone call to someone listed as 🚫DO NOT🚫, even if he's not expecting a response. Everything in him doesn't want to call. Just wants to retreat into horrible, familiar avoidance. But Sal's right. That isn't an option anymore.

He hits call and listens to the phone ringing. The fact that it rings at all is some kind of comfort, Tommy guesses. It means Evan hasn't blocked him, at least. That fact that it only rings a couple of time is a genuine shock.

As is the way Evan answers, breathless and immediate, "Tommy? Are you okay?"

God, Tommy is so far from okay.

"Yeah," Tommy says, and his voice comes out raw, threatening to shake. Short sentences, he reminds himself. Short words. "I'm fine. Evan, I know this is awful timing, but I—I really need to talk to you."

"Y-yeah? Tommy, I don't know if I—"

"Please," Tommy says, prepared to beg for the baby's sake. "It's not—not about us. It's really important."

A silence. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Uh. Yeah," Tommy says. "I just. I really need to speak to you about this."

"Alright. Sure. Are you at home?"

Tommy has to press his hand over his mouth, so all he can manage is, "Mm-hm."

"Okay," Evan says. "Give me half an hour. I—Tommy, are you safe?"

Tommy wants to cry. He wants to scream. He wants not to be making this phone call. Oh, he's so selfish. He's so, so selfish.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. I'm okay."

"Okay," Evan says again, sounding a little doubtful. "I'll be as quick as I can."

"Drive safe. No rush."

Tommy hangs up the phone and gives himself ten seconds to just breathe. Then he gets up and heads out into the yard.

"—and this," Sal is saying, "Is the world famous and incredibly rare pink flower."

"It's a camellia," Tommy says.

"Oh, your dad's so smart, yes he is," Sal says proudly. Tommy tries not to flinch at the word dad. "How'd it go?"

"He's on his way over," Tommy says.

"You want me to stick around?"

Desperately, Tommy thinks.

"Nah, you're good."

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[glossdebut]

fill the void | MYG

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ REQUEST: idk any yoongi drabble would be cool, a similar one to the “i’m not done yet” chapter from “take a bite” would be😗 

✧ TAGS: established relationship, yoongi and MC get nasty in the genius lab, that's the whole fic, smut (MINORS DNI)

✧ WARNINGS: established d/s dynamics, spanking, orgasm denial, vaginal fingering, oral (m. receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, some implied consent and some explicit consent, idk if i'm missing anything so if i am just lmk

✧ AUTHOR’S NOTE: this request was sent in with proof of donation to an organization giving aid to palestine! i am still taking these requests, so see this post if you're interested in sending one in! thank you to the person who made this request <3 i didn't expect to get it done so quickly but then we got NEW YOONGI CONTENT and i was possessed by ghosts. i hope you enjoy!

✧ WORDCOUNT: 2.7k words

It’s past midnight, but he’s awake, just like you knew he would be. 

The only light in his studio, aside from a lamp in the corner, spills from the monitors on his desk. It casts pale blue shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the slope of his nose.

Yoongi doesn’t look up when the door clicks shut behind you. He’s too immersed, headphones covering his ears as he sits hunched over his Boden, strumming strings with one hand while the other works over the fretboard.

You watch the crease between his brows deepen in focus, his head bobbing along to the guide track spilling into his ears. You slip in quietly after you take your shoes off, and you pause in the doorway for a moment, just watching him.

You bite your lip, heart aching. He looks beautiful, albeit tired. He’s comfortable. Focused. You hate to disturb him when he’s like this.

He’s been so busy that he hasn’t texted back much this month, and when he has, he’s only been able to manage short replies—delayed, distracted. You tried not to take it personally. You knew what you signed up for, what his work can be like when he’s on deadline.

But still. You’ve missed him terribly.

You step in and let the door fall shut with a gentle click, and Yoongi glances up immediately. His whole face softens when he sees you.

“Hey,” he says, voice low and hoarse from disuse. He slips his headphones off his ears, setting them down on the couch beside him.

“Hi,” you whisper, walking over. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“S’okay. What time is it?”

“Almost one.”

“Shit.” He blinks, squinting at the bottom right corner of his laptop screen to confirm. “Sorry.”

You shake your head in response. His guitar is still in his lap, but you nudge between his knees anyway, and he leans in, hand finding your waist like it’s instinct. You cradle his jaw and press your mouth to his. It’s just a soft kiss, nothing hungry or urgent yet—despite feeling that, too. Just a hi, I missed you. Remember me?

“Missed you,” he mumbles, his voice rumbling against your skin. “Fuck. I’ve been such a dick, huh.”

You shake your head, fingers carding through his hair. “You haven’t,” you insist, mouth twitching at the sight of the pout forming on his lips. “You look tired, though.”

“‘Cause I am,” he sighs, leaning into your touch. “Been working.”

“I know,” you say. “That’s why I haven’t come by. Didn’t wanna distract you.”

Yoongi tilts his head back, amused. “And yet…”

“I broke,” you admit, smiling sheepishly. “I missed you. Missed your face.” You slip your arms around his neck, nosing into the collar of his jacket. “You smell so good.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer by the waist. “You’re being cute.”

You hum, momentarily sated by his proximity. Everything is still. Warm. For just a second, it feels like just having your hands on him will be enough.

But the longer you stand there, the more unbearable it gets. The familiar, addicting scent of him. The warmth of his breath through the thin fabric of your shirt. The way he nuzzles into your chest and practically purrs at the way you’re touching him.

Your thighs rub together, just a little. You’re trying not to squirm, but you’re so keyed up. The ache between your legs has been building for weeks, and now that he’s here in front of you—real, warm, touchable—it’s like every nerve ending is screaming for more.

You try to play it off, but he sees right through you. His eyes flick over your face like he’s reading it line by line.

“Baby,” he starts, coaxing. “What’ve you been up to while I’ve been gone, hm?”

You swallow. There is a rule.

When you first started sleeping together—back before things even had a name, back when it was still new and messy and thrilling—you’d had a conversation. Likes and dislikes.

You were so nervous. Embarrassed, even, as you told him all the things you were usually too shy to bring up with men in the past. You thought he might laugh at you, or look at you differently, or worst of all—think less of you.

But Yoongi didn’t even flinch. Instead, he nodded through your stuttered admissions, fingers laced with yours, brushing your knuckles with his thumb like none of it was a big deal.

He’d hummed, nodded slowly. “None of that’s a problem,” he’d said. “If anything, it’s perfect.”

You’d preened a little at the word choice, already glowing. And then, when you shyly asked him what he liked, he just shrugged. “I like making you come,” he’d said simply.

You laughed then. “That’s it?”

His smile was small. Shy, even. “I like knowing it’s me that gets you there. Even when I’m not around.” Then he added, “If you’re into it… I want you to ask first. Even when you’re alone.”

You’d agreed like it was nothing. Like that was the easiest thing in the world. Okay, you’d said, flustered and warm and wide-eyed with new want. 

You hadn’t known how hard it would be. You hadn’t realized how much you’d crave him when he wasn’t there. How badly you’d ache for his voice, his hands, his permission.

“You been good for me?” he asks now.

You chew on your bottom lip for a second, shifting from foot to foot. “Yeah.”

Yoongi’s brows lift. “Yeah?” he asks, unconvinced.

“Mhm.” You feel warm all over. “I’ve just… I’ve been laying in bed all alone at night, and I miss you, and—”

“You been touching yourself?”

“No,” you lie instantly, heart pounding.

Yoongi levels you with a look. “Baby.”

“I—” You swallow. “I tried not to. I waited as long as I could, but it’s been weeks, Yoongi. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“So you did,” he says, clarifying.

You hesitate. For a moment, there’s a dumb impulse to keep lying. To say it was just once, or not really at all. But you know better. Yoongi knows you too well.

“...Yes,” you finally admit, dropping his gaze.

He clicks his tongue, low and disappointed.

“I know,” you say, voice barely audible. “I just… couldn’t help it.”

He nudges your chin up with his knuckles, redirecting your eyes to his. “Did you think about me when you did it?”

“Of course I did,” you whine, cheeks hot with shame. “It wasn’t—it wasn’t the same without you.”

Yoongi closes his eyes for a second, taking a breath. When he opens them again, his jaw is tight. He sets the guitar aside, rising from his seat.

Your stomach flips. You know that look.

“I missed you,” you breathe, trying to offer something to anchor him to tenderness. “I just—”

“Yeah, I know, baby,” he interrupts, walking you backwards towards his desk as he speaks. “I missed you, too. So much I was gonna be sweet to you tonight. Was gonna kiss you, nap with you on the couch, maybe let you ride me.”

Your thighs squeeze together again at the thought. He catches the movement, his tongue running over his teeth.

“But,” he continues, shaking his head in disappointment. “Now I have to punish you, don’t I?”

You suck in a breath, heat flooding your cheeks. “Yoongi…”

“It’s your fault, really,” he muses. His hands are gentle as he turns you around by the shoulders. “You’re not giving me much choice, are you?”

He presses down on your back, and you follow the motion until you’re bent over the desk. His other hand cups your ass, giving it a testing squeeze before moving on to yank your leggings down your thighs.

You know better than to push him when he’s like this. He’s so soft with you most of the time. Your Yoongi, so gentle and careful and sweet—but when you break his rules? When you really test him? He can be so mean. Capable of handing out punishment so nasty it makes your head spin.

You’re on the line, right now. It could really go either way, and it’s the not knowing that thrills you. Which Yoongi are you going to get this time?

Then, as if he can read your mind, crack—his palm connects with your ass, hot and firm and startling. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

“That one’s for coming without permission,” Yoongi says.

Another smack, harder than the first. “That one’s for trying to lie about it.”

Another. “And that—” he grips your hips and pulls you back against him, so you can feel the hard line of his cock through denim. “That one’s for thinking I wouldn’t find out.”

You’re whimpering now, not even trying to be quiet.

“Color?” he rasps, his lips pressed against the back of your neck now.

“Green,” you whisper. “Fuck, green.”

He wraps an arm around you, forcing your stance to widen as he prods at the soaked gusset of your panties. “All this for me?”

“Always,” you breathe, moaning when he hooks the fabric aside to feel you properly. “Just for you.”

Yoongi hums, pleased. “I really shouldn’t let you have what you want this easily,” he muses. “But you’re dripping all over my fucking hand, baby.”

He presses two fingers inside you slowly, knuckle-deep. His other hand spreads across your lower back, holding you still as he begins to fuck you on his fingers, unhurried and curling just right.

“Oh my god,” you moan, grasping desperately at the edge of the desk.

“Feels good?” he murmurs knowingly.

“Yes, fuck!”

His fingers drag over that soft, spongy spot inside you with precision that borders on cruel. You squirm under the weight of it, hips shifting involuntarily to chase the pressure, mouth falling open on a broken sob.

“Right there, huh?” Yoongi whispers, almost mockingly. “So needy. Bet you were touching yourself just like this, thinking about me doing it instead.”

“Yoongi—”

He curls his fingers just right again and you nearly scream. You’re right there, hips stuttering, thighs trembling, about to come so hard you’ll see white.

But then his hand slips away.

“No,” you gasp. “No, please—”

“Uh-uh.” Yoongi wipes his fingers on your thigh like he owns you. “You come when I say. Not a second before.”

Your pussy flutters around nothing, aching to be filled again. Tears well hot behind your eyes.

“Turn around,” he says.

You do as he says, thighs trembling as you face him. Yoongi cups your face with both hands.

“Next time you miss me,” he murmurs, “you come here. You ask. You tell me how bad you need it. You don’t go touching yourself behind my back like a brat.”

You nod fast. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just—I didn’t mean to be bad—”

“I know you didn’t.” His lips brush yours. “But you were.”

He kisses you like he means to ruin you—rough and mean, teeth catching your bottom lip. Then his touch gentles. He cradles the back of your head, kisses the tip of your nose. 

“On your knees, baby.”

You drop without hesitation. Your hands rest on your thighs, your posture obedient and eager. Yoongi smirks, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the couch.

You’re already drooling a little when he walks over, palming himself through his jeans. His fingers make quick work of his belt, and he gets his jeans and briefs down just enough to free his cock, flushed and heavy in front of your face.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, brushing the head of his cock over your lips. “You gonna be good now?”

“Yes,” you breathe, kissing the tip sweetly so you can taste him. “I’ll be good.”

Yoongi hums, satisfied. His free hand finds yours, guiding it to rest on the side of his thigh. “Tap if it’s too much,” he says gently, thumbing at your bottom lip. “But I know you. I know you can take it.”

And then he slides in. He goes slow at first, just the tip resting on your tongue, then deeper, until your eyes are watering and your throat’s trying to catch up. You gag a little, and he shushes you softly, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “Doing so good for me. Just needed a reminder, huh?”

You moan around him, and he groans low in his chest.

He pulls back just enough to let you breathe, then presses in again, this time with a little more force. Your throat tightens, and he feels it. You know he does. His fingers twitch in your hair. His other hand braces against the desk behind you, holding him steady while he uses your mouth.

“Been thinking about this all week,” he says, jaw tight. “Your mouth’s so fucking perfect, fuck.”

You’re a mess already. Spit smeared across your chin, tears brimming, thighs pressed tight together like you can do something about the throbbing between them. He’s not even touching you there. Not yet. He hasn’t let you earn it.

He groans again, hips rocking a little harder, a little deeper.

Then, all at once, he pulls back. You whine as his cock falls from your lips, glistening and wet. You cough once, catching your breath, and he strokes your hair away from your face with that same gentle touch.

He cups your jaw with one hand, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. “You want more?” he asks quietly.

You nod, eyes wide and glossy.

He helps you up, then pulls you the few steps it takes to get to the couch. He sits down and drags you into his lap like you weigh nothing.

“Fuck,” he mutters, palming your ass, pressing you down against the heat of his cock. “You’re shaking.”

“I need you,” you whisper, clinging to his shoulders. “Yoongi, please.”

He leans in, nose brushing yours. “I should make you wait,” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Should keep you on edge for hours. Rub that needy little clit until you’re crying, leave your cunt empty until you’re begging for my cock.”

His cock nudges at your entrance, teasing the mess between your legs, and your whole body jolts in his lap. Yoongi laughs, teasing your clit meanly.

“Yeah, I should. But,” he murmurs, voice dropping, “I missed you too much.”

You clutch at his shoulders, taking shuddery breaths as he plays with you.

“Missed your sounds,” he says, kissing your cheek now. “Missed the way you go dumb for me.”

The head of his cock pushes just barely inside, and you gasp, mouth falling open.

“Missed this sweet little cunt,” he whispers, brushing your hair back so he can kiss your jaw. “Wanna fuck it too bad to wait.”

And then he pushes the rest of the way in, so slow and steady and deep that you see stars.

You cry out, hands fisting in his shirt. “Fuuuck, Yoongi—”

“I know, baby,” he pants, gripping your hips as he starts to fuck you properly. “Shh, I know. I got you.”

You’re already clenching around him, already so close it’s fucking embarrassing, but he doesn’t tease you for it. Doesn’t stop. Just kisses your shoulder, your throat, your lips, and fucks up into you with rough snaps of his hips.

“Been thinking about this all month,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight, baby, holy shit. I can feel how bad you needed it.”

You nod, whimpering, meeting every thrust like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.

“Go ahead,” he breathes against your ear. “Come for me, sweet girl. You’ve been so good. You waited so long.”

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, all heat and ache and longing, boiling over into a cry that sounds too raw to be pretty. Your whole body shudders in his arms, cunt clenching tight around his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Yoongi pants. “That’s my girl. Shit—look at you.”

You sob out something incoherent, shaking as he fucks you through your overstimulation. You don't even realize you're crying until he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs and kisses you softly.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs against your lips. “I got you. I’ve got you, baby. What’s your color, hm?”

“G-green,” you manage, swallowing thickly. “‘m green.”

“You still with me?” he asks, pressing his forehead to yours. “Still got another one in you?”

“Yeah. I-I can—”

“I know you can,” he croons, grinding his hips up again so you gasp. “My good girl. My best girl.”

His hand snakes between your bodies, sliding down to your clit, rubbing soft, tight circles that make your eyes roll back in your skull.

“You’ve got a month’s worth of orgasms to catch up on, baby,” he says. “Let me make it up to you.”

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[ashthesalamipiece]

"Caught mid-thrust: A Leviathan horror story"

NSFW / Smut Warning

Pairing: Leviathan x Fem!Reader

Tags: interrupted sex, stuck-inside, embarrassment, Levi panic spiral™, light creampie, accidental voyeurism, demon brothers being nosy, reader also mortified

Word Count: ~1,600

Humor + smut + horror movie vibes (for Levi, anyway)

A/n, I DIED WRITING THIS😭

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It was supposed to be a quickie. A quiet, low-stakes, “no one will hear if we stay under the blanket and don’t moan” kind of deal.

Instead?

You were bent over Levi’s gaming chair, naked from the waist down, breath hot and shaky while he was behind you — balls-deep, trembling, whining, and two seconds from coming.

“J-Just a little more—oh shit, I-I can’t—! You feel too good, I-I’m gonna—”

You gasped as he thrust forward once more, hips smacking against your ass. “L-Levi, wait, don’t pull out yet—!”

“I’m not, I’m not, I—oh fuck—!”

He came with a breathy moan, body jerking forward, chest against your back as his cock throbbed inside you. You felt the warmth of it flood you instantly, his tail curling tightly around your thigh, holding you close.

You both collapsed into the chair, half on top of each other, panting.

And then—

The door opened.

"Hey Levi—Asmo said he smelled something weird—wait, what the fuck—?"

It was Mammon. Of all people.

Followed immediately by—

> “Levi, I swear to Diavolo, if you’re ignoring your responsibilities again—”

“He said he was just ‘grinding a boss fight,’ pfft—OH.”

“Aha~ I knew it~ I told you it was sex~!”

You froze.

Levi froze.

He was still inside you.

Still warm. Still twitching. Still plugged in. Still. Inside. You.

“…D-Did they just—did they—?” Levi stammered, wide-eyed, voice trembling.

The sound of footsteps and collective brotherly horror hit all at once.

> “WHY is she bent over your chair—”

“Is he STUCK in her???”

“Oh my god I can SEE it—Levi, cover her up!!”

“Wait, did you finish inside?! DID HE NUT IN HER WHILE WE’RE STANDING HERE??”

“He’s still HARD—OH MY GOD—”

You grabbed the closest blanket and screamed into it.

Levi, mid-hyperventilation, tried to pull out—

Bad idea.

You both moaned, loud and in-sync, as his sensitive cock twitched violently inside you.

“D-DON’T MOVE,” you gasped. “You’re stuck—!”

“I KNOW I’M STUCK—!” he wailed.

There was a long pause. The sound of footsteps retreating. A door slamming.

Then Lucifer’s voice from the hallway:

> “You have five minutes to get decent before I burn that room to the ground.”

Asmo:

> “Next time just lock the door, darling! Or invite us, pfft~”

Satan:

> “Honestly, I’m impressed he was capable of doing it standing up.”

Belphie (yawning):

> “Wake me up when this becomes a group activity.”

The hallway went quiet again.

You both just sat there, frozen in horror, his cock still inside you, twitching occasionally as your body tried to recover from the sheer emotional trauma.

“…I’m gonna move to the Celestial Realm,” Levi whispered finally. “Or the bottom of the sea. Or just… die.”

You turned your head slowly to look back at him, face beet-red.

“I’m never showing my face again.”

He was still sweating. Still trembling.

“…You still feel really good, though.”

You both paused.

“…We are not finishing what we started,” you muttered.

“…Okay but, like… give me five minutes?”

[steverogers1991]

4x10 (part 1) There is no way I am writing this one in one post so I'll do two. One of the best, most raw episodes I've ever seen on tv that made me want to cry and laugh and throw something at them all :)

Syd saying "she's having a smoke" and Carmy at first saying okay and then double taking and saying "You don't smoke" because of course something is fishy here was so funny to me

"You didn't talk to me all service" "Was focused" "I don't like how this feels" - Mr Carmy you have never had a problem with people being mad at you but Sydney being mad and you not knowing why is turning your gears immediately, okay sure, she's your "friend"

He has always had a problem with Sydney being mad at him, even in 1x08 after she calls him an asshole and quits in the previous episode he keeps thinking about her, finds her notebook which he lovingly(???) caresses and looks at, sends her multiple random texts and then apologizes too, and his smile at the end of the episode as they trade ideas for the revamp of the restaurant....WAS I BLIND IN THE BEGINNING OR WHAT

"It's best for the restaurant" When all she says is "Cool" and he is like "wtf" I'm like yes girl lets go Syd please call him out for being emotionally stunted and never explaining himself

"What is your master plan for getting us out of this debt" "I'm not blaming it all on you, maybe 50-75%" "Oh the correct plan that you're removing yourself out of, okay" YES SYD I AM RIGHT WITH YOU I was hooting at the tv when she was saying all this

Her trying to smoke is SUCH a good scene "Well then fucking help me please"; him lighting her cig, then she takes a puff and coughs, hands it to him, he stares at that cigarette for way too long for it to actually be about the smoking, takes the puff, and exhales like he cannot catch a breath - why is this scene so good and also why is JAW smoking that way SO hot am I attracted to tortured men

"You love this" "Yeah whatever reason I do" "It wasn't a question" why is this the most articulate he's ever been about how much he knows and understands her and appreciates her....every time in this conversation it's about expressing himself you can tell he is STRUGGLING, like physically it is difficult for him to pinpoint what he wants to say and every time Syd blows up at his response he knows he's said it wrong and he panics....but the ONLY times he does not back down or second guess himself is whenever he is talking about HER in this conversation

"I wouldn't put up with so much bullshit, present bullshit included" "I understand" "No what DO you understand" I lowkey whistled because I KNEW she was about to goddamn GO OFF on him and came to fight and he's been deserving it for 3 seasons so yes lets fucking go

OH NOT HIM ADDRESSING THAT SHE WAS TRYING TO LEAVE....hoooooooo this whole conversation is a smokeshow (pun intended)...Syd being like "oh and you're better", ms maam you already know he is you are rage baiting him because he is clearly being possessive and it fucking works, this man very much KNOWS he would smoke Adam Shapiro, but I also love how he goes "so do you" and her immediate response is "fuck you" because she did not think he was gonna use this as yet another opportunity to appreciate her

"You're not good at smoking" "I'm gonna get good" how is this the most gutting scene ever and they somehow still manage to add in all these HILARIOUS lines I literally cackled

Him saying "stop" so many times when she starts talking about the elephant in the room is so painful because I think he knows Syd has never talked about Mikey and she never brings it up but she finally is and that's when he knows he's BEEN going through the ringer for years and there's no way out of it but through

I love that she is apologizing and being so sincere about Shapiro and Mikey and everything but at the same time not holding back on calling him out for the nightmare he has been and him saying HE KNOWS because he GODDAMN KNOWS and just couldn't stop

"Syd you're everything I'm never gonna be" and this line started my downfall, this is what has me on here writing ESSAYS on every episode and scene and overanalyzing every Syd Carmy interaction because HOW DID I NOT SEE HOW DID I MISS IT HOW DID I DENY IT

I love how she keeps interjecting and brushing off all his praise because she doesn't believe in herself at all and she has no idea why he sees her this way because she doesn't see it this way

"Any chance of any kind of good in this building, it started when you walked in, and any possibility of it surviving, it's with you" "How can you say that" "I believe in you more than I've ever believed in myself" "Why" "Because you're The Bear" PLEASE I AM SOBBING PLEASE ARE YOU BOTH LITERALLY INSANE AND BLIND AND IT'S JUST SO I HAVE NO WORDS

"You're my partner" "I'm your friend" this is what they care about, this what they have both cared about for so long, for the first time he felt like he had a friend, and for the first time she felt like she had a partner, someone she could trust, I don't know both of them are so broken and their hearts are breaking but they're here

Okay I will stop here because this is already way too long but....this episode is already ripping me apart and then Richie walks out OH GOD

[starlightshadowsworld]

I don't mean to break us further after this chapter but am I he only one who immediately went "why the fuck is this Oda and Dazai WHY IS AKINARI BEING HELD BY ATSUSHI THE SAME WAY ODA WAS HELD BY DAZAI"

Like literally my first thought.

Also I can't be the only one seeing the brief parallel, with Oda's death pushing Dazai to make the right choice and Atsushi being told to kill Akinari and then doing the right thing and instead freeing them (he I guess considering we finally saw it was a yukata they were wearing)

Like...even though there isn't a bond I'm just drawing parallels like the weirdo I am

Oda saying Dazai was a burnt cat and Atsushi seeing his little self being punished for the tiger next to Akinari

Oda and Akinari both being ready to die for something they/someone else brought upon themselves

Atsushi and Dazai having to hear the final words of people in a situation they haven't seemed to fully process yet

Atsushi and Dazai being thrust into said situation without any warning at all in general and watching someone die in their arms

Also there begs to question why Akinari was killed so quickly

I've always wondered about Atsushi's connection to the Book. Do you think Amenogozen and Tsukinogozen were connected to the Book and therefore Akinari as well?

also there begs to question what they meant by leaving the rest to SSKK

And it might just be me but I swear on my life in Chapter 26 Kouyou says something similar, something like she's leaving Kyouka to Atsushi. "I'll leave the rest to you" and "I'll leave Kyouka to you" WHY DOES ATSUSHI ALWAYS GET RESPONSIBILITIES HE ISN'T READY FOR YET???

And the thing is their bangs are on opposite sides and literally the first page I ever saw of Akinari I immediately clocked that they were good due to that little character detail, unlike Kouyou with her bangs on the right side due to Japan believing that right = evil and left = pure

WHICH ALSO IS A REASON ATSUSHI'S BANGS ARE ON THE LEFT INSTEAD OF THE RIGHT EVEN WITH THE BLACK STREAK BECAUSE IT PROCES THAT TIME AND TIME AGAIN NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY DESERVE IT ATSUSHI WILL ALWAYS BE SWAYED TO CHOOSE THE MORALLY RIGHT THING TO DO EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS HE CAN DO IT THE WRING WAY HE STILL ACTIVELY FIGHTS AGAINST THAT PART OF HIM BC HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE LIKE THE HEADMASTER

ANYWAY I'm so sorry if you doing want stuff about 124.5 yet in your asks 😞😞😞

First of all, you’re fine it’s fine don’t worry about it. My only thing about people sending me stuff about new chapters is just to wait till I’ve read the chapter.

After that you know go nuts I love talking about it with people.

As for your ask, ow owwwwie! I didn’t even think about the Odasaku and Dazai parallels to Akinari and Atsushi. And now that you’ve mentioned it yeah I can see it.

While of course not having the same bond as they did, both Odasaku and Akinari have been used to push Dazai and Atsushi to end the cycle of torment. You could argue Odasuku saw himself in Dazai and wanted to save him the way he couldn’t save the kids and himself.

And Atsushi saw in Akinari himself and wanted to save him in the way he couldn’t save his friends and himself.

Good eye for that.

Atsushi is definitely the one who keeps getting hit with the “I’m leaving the rest to you” sentiment. In fact going back Fukuzawa said the same thing to Atsushi (chapter 120.5) when he was “killed.”

Unfortunately Atsushi is the one everyone knows is the one who can defeat the threat…and frankly one of the only people left too do so.

Alas no rest for him.

So the way I see it is that the swords are able to respectively manipulate the fabric of reality and those that dwell within it. The Book as we know it (Bsd Beast) has created other worlds that exist outside this original universe.

And so because of the swords, namely Amenogozen being able to manipulate the worlds the Book has created that is what ties them together.

I don’t think that they were intended to be created this way, it’s just a consequence of the power that they wield. Like Akinari was sealed within another realm of existence using the sword that they created. But they didn’t create the 4th dimensional plane as it already existed because of the Book.

All Akinari’s captors did was use the sword to open a door they knew already was there.

That’s my understanding of course I could be completely wrong but that’s where I stand with it for now.

So to me they are all connected but it’s just by virtue of how they work individually. Kinda like how Mori runs the Port Mafia but it existed as an organisation before he was around. It’s a power he used for his own benefit even if he didn’t create it.

I hope that makes sense 😅

The bangs are fun detail I hadn’t noticed that but yeah no it also serves as another similarity between the two of them.

[polycatyl]

I wanna brag about it

[anonymolly]

this’ll probably get deleted but for now it’s going in the tags

[hermitsdump]

does impulsive tattoo shock migraine out or do I need to waterboard myself first

[cultofthepigeon]

hmmm i think i may have an unhealthy relationship with math

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ satoru hates the idea of cock-warming. he thinks it's pointless, getting the opportunity to be in you, and not even bothering to make the most of it.

his idea of making the most, well, it would consist only of fucking you so hard, you won't be able to move the next day. that's what good boyfriends do, right?

"good boyfriends do whatever their girlfriend asks them to do," you counter.

satoru whines in response, looking up at you. all pretty, you're seated in his lap, as he lays on the bed. strands of white hair fall into his eyes, and you brush them away.

he pouts, "i am a good boyfriend." satoru's getting impatient, wanting to just feel your snug cunt around him. his throbbing cock sits hard on his stomach, red-tipped and leaky.

"then, please?" drawing out the syllables, you give him the best you can: puppy eyes. he caves. instantly.

grumbling, "fine. i guess you can put her in you. willingly choose not to move, too, or whatever."

you clap your hands, emerging victorious. you're not willing to test your luck, though, not commenting on the fact that you've told him multiple times not to refer to his penis with she/her pronouns.

he groans as you sink onto him, his thick length pushing past your spongey walls. there's a filthy squelching that fills the room, paired with your quiet whimpers.

satoru's hands grip your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. "shit, pretty girl, tight 'n' wet f'me. taking me s'good." his words slur into one another, lost in the depths of arousal.

there's always a certain amount of self-control it takes, to not immediately cum the second he's all the way in. "'toru," you murmur, accidentally clenching around him.

"fuck," he mutters, "you can't do that, squeeze your little pussy like that, if you aren't gonna do anything about it."

"sorry," you say, sheepish. his eyes flutter shut, a hum dismissing the apology.

"now, what? just... stay like that?" satoru tilts his head at you, questioningly. sassy, if you may add. he just really can't believe you'd rather be doing this.

shifting above him, you lean down, resting your head on his bare chest. "yeah. isn't it nice?"

his arms wrap come up, to wrap around your waist. there's a beat of silence from him. begrudgingly, your rigid boyfriend shrugs, "maybe."

you're too content to roll your eyes. he wouldn't admit it, but satoru was filled with love, in this moment. his shoulders relax, and his entire body seems to ease, a breath of satisfaction leaving him. he feels at peace. he's always at peace, when he's with you, but this is different.

more real. more raw.

it's incredibly intimate. he feels like he's a part of you, like there's nothing keeping you separated. satoru inhales your scent, holding you just a little tighter.

"baby, i love you," he whispers, voice thick with emotion.

you smile against him, "i love you, too, 'toru."

to say the least, cock-warming is his new favorite thing. there is no sitting beside him on the couch anymore, not when you're alone. no laying next to each other on bed, either.

if he was clingy before, he's a monster now. if you're near, he wants to be inside you. not to have sex, but just to rest. it's not like you're complaining, anyways. at the end of the day, you're down bad for him, just as much as he is for you.

[fingertipsmp3]

One of my favourite things about citalopram is it’s made me able to have an argument without crying. Being totally honest with you, I am not using this power for good

[wainawtmai]

thinking of sukuna and bimbo!reader who people assume are a pair of kinky fucks. They see Sukuna’s aggressive demands and your quickness to follow them and think he’s the meanest dom and you his pretty little sub. His to tie up, spank and berate while you mewl and whimper pathetically for more.

well, the two of you are definitely kinky…

…no one would believe that the huge and terrifying Ryomen Sukuna liked to be toyed with and tied up. With pretty pink ropes that you use to bind his thick muscular thighs to his ankles and his arms to his wrists. They wouldn’t believe the way your pretty doe eyes light up sadistically as you edge him till he growls, promising vengeance.

“you wanna cum, ‘kuna?” You ask sweetly, dragging the sparkly peach acrylic of your nail up his twitching, leaking cock. “if I don’t get a response, I’ll leave you here and you’ll have to find your own way out of these ropes.”

“you wouldn’t fucking dare.” He snarls, red eyes leering at you as best as he could in his position. “I’ve had enough, make me come. Now.”

what a brat, you think, though this is standard for him, his domineering attitude and general sense of authority and entitlement. Despite the fact that he was literally trembling below you with need, cock forming a pool of pre all over his stomach.

“now that’s not nice, ‘kuna,” you pout, nails digging firmly into the hardened length of his cock. Sukuna jolts and grumbles out a curse, come spurting out of his abused cock pathetically. You watch it with a tight smile, as he comes ropes and ropes all over himself all the while grunting and groaning your name.

“aww, you came,” you coo, loosening your grip around him, “without my permission.” Sukuna could still see your smile through his blurry gaze as he came down from his high, that crazy sort of look in your eyes. He’d done it now.

“just from the feeling of my fingers digging into your cock.” You trace the fading crescent imprints of your nails along his veiny length, humming at the sight, “such a slut for pain aren’t you, ‘kuna? Despite how much you pretend you’re not.” Your right hand once again circles his cum-soaked cock, left stuffing fingers into his mouth to silence him as you stroke him through overstimulation. He immediately bites down on your fingers and growls, straining against the ropes binding him as his cock aches deliciously.

“you asked to come, didn’t you?” You say, “I’m letting you come, ‘kuna.” You giggle as he thrashes against you, drooling all over your fingers as he tries and fails to glare at you through the intertwining pain and pleasure ebbing through him. The ropes feel too tight but the chaffing against his skin only makes his cock harder. he wants to stop—no, he needs to come again.

his second orgasm tears through him, his groans soothing out into pathetic muffled moans. But of course you don’t stop, crazy woman. Your hands tighten and squeeze as you continue to stroke him with no remorse. It hurts so good and you fucking know it, know he can’t resist his bottomless need to feel pain.

...

“do you want me to stop, ‘kuna?” Usually his pride would keep his lips sealed shut, but you’ve fucked everything out of him, loosened his sharp mouth. He doesn’t know how many times he’s come at this point. “Be good and ask nicely.”

you take your fingers out of his mouth and he hates the way he misses the fullness, “don’t…” he croaks, “stop.”

“god, you’re a freak.” You giggle, resuming your movements, relishing the slight whimper in his voice as your hand circles his throat, nails dig into his neck, and you force another impossible orgasm out of him.

fuck, sukuna loved hated you.