#// ngl these were pretty heavy to pick

[usagimen]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 .

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

As Above, So Below - In this Moment

Hidden Knives - AFI

Lipstick On the Glass - Wolf Alice

Hold the Girl -Rina Sayawama

Miss Murder - AFI

**Bonus: The Foundation of Decay - My Chemical Romance

[annievrse]

types of kisses

multiple bsd x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb includes: dazai, chuuya, fyodor, ango c/w: suggestive content: chuuya & ango [mdni], fyodor calls reader dorogaya, dazai calls reader bella. a/n: oh em geee fifth post this week??? no ok ngl i'm feeding u before i lock in for my last semester :o surprise!!

DAZAI —ᡣ𐭩 you're so pretty kisses

"don't look."

"can't," dazai says, and you shake your head at the dismissal of your joke. he has a blindfold on, so you'd expect him to be a little suspicious and, by extension, unwilling to participate in your dumb antics.

the setting sun blankets dazai in a warm orange, making his skin glow and his hair the colour of rich chocolate. you're sitting on the floor, facing him, when you fumble with the ribbon as you glance at him. you've always known his beauty despite his distaste for such compliments.

once the baby pink satin is tied, you push onto your knees and waddle over to him.

you bump into him slightly, and he cowers away, hands up in front of his face. "what was that?"

"me, idiot. now be still."

dazai sighs loudly before relaxing, though his shoulders are still near his ears when he feels you pick up a chunk of his hair.

"you're not cutting it off, are you?"

you scoff, tying the hairband that holds the bow around the brown strands. "i would die if you cut your hair."

dazai nods. "good to know."

rolling your eyes and huffing in faux annoyance, you finish tying off the band and lean back to get a better look. you make a sound close to a squeal after you position it and then sit back down. you're basically bouncing with excitement.

"and... open!"

dazai rips the blindfold off with lightning speed, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "what did you do to me?"

tilting your head, you giggle. "nothing."

dazai looks to the ceiling before standing. he makes a beeline for the bathroom, and when he gets there, he groans.

you cheer when he returns to the living room. "you look so handsome!"

dazai's eyes widen, and his cheeks turn pink, his gaze everywhere but on you. "shut up."

you beckon him over to sit back where he was previously, the light a deeper amber than before. you stare at him; if this were a cartoon, you'd have hearts for eyes. he looks exquisite.

"stop looking at me like that, it's creepy."

"baby, you look so pretty."

dazai shakes his head. "you're the pretty one here, bella."

you lean forward and press your lips against his forehead. "my pretty baby."

dazai scoffs, but it's weak. you get back up on your knees and wrap your arms around his head, kissing the top of his head. his large hands grab your hips, and he pulls you closer to him. you lift his chin with your fingers and smile widely.

kissing his lips, you feel dazai relax under you. pulling back slightly, you press your lips to both his cheeks, forehead, temples, and nose. he scrunches his face, and a laugh escapes him, the sound calming your racing heart.

"you're the prettiest ever, osamu." you know he'll never see himself the same way, but you'll continue to tell him for eternity.

dazai sighs and nods. with his hand on the back of your neck, he pulls your face down to his. "whatever you say, bella."

CHUUYA —ᡣ𐭩 angry kisses

"—fuck," chuuya chokes out when you shove him against the wall. your fingers are twisted in the fabric of his dress shirt, his coat and vest strewn across his office.

"you said you'd come back uninjured," you say, and the grip chuuya has on your hips tightens. you bring his mouth back to yours, the kiss is hard and hungry as you pin him still as best you can with your pelvis.

chuuya pulls away slightly, his breath heavy and warm against your nose. "you think i go into things planning to get hurt? dumbass."

you furrow your eyebrows at his snarky response, but you're caught off guard when he flips you around, your shoulder blades hitting the wall. you glare at him, but your gaze hardly holds the malice you intend.

chuuya's eyes flicker between yours, and his fingers soften against your waist. your hands slowly unravel from his shirt, and you exhale softly, running your palms up his chest.

"i hate seeing you hurt," you whisper.

chuuya sighs and kisses your cheek. "i know. but i can't help it if some idiot shoots me."

your breaths mingle between you, and you finally acknowledge how swollen his lips are. you run your thumb over his bottom lip and watch it bounce back. your face warms smugly.

"i'm sorry, okay?" chuuya mumbles bitterly, but you see through his attitude. you smile and card your fingers through his hair.

"good."

slowly, the fire returns to his irises. "good?"

you nod, eyebrow raised. "you wanna go again, big boy?"

a sound comes from deep in his throat before chuuya steps back, detaching himself from you completely. he tilts his head and looks you up and down, and you pull at your clothes to straighten them out.

"don't get shy now, doll," chuuya smirks, pulling his bolo tie from his neck. "the fun's only just beginning, no?"

FYODOR —ᡣ𐭩 hello kisses

the front door of the safe house clicks shut silently, but you hear it from your spot in the living room anyway.

fyodor told you he'd be home in two months. it's only been one and a quarter, and this is the first you've heard the main door open. fear clutches your stomach and you shakily stand from the lounge.

"fedya?"

you try to steady your voice, but being alone, you feel helpless. taking one step toward the side table, you snatch the candle stand—it's better than nothing, but only if the intruder is human.

shuffling continues out of sight, and you tip-toe to peek around the corner. being stuck in this house has you reading countless novels, many horror. and it's a well known fact that the person who investigates first always dies, but here you are, feeling (almost) unstoppable with your brass weapon and a dream.

"dorogaya?" the familiar drawl has you dropping the candle holder, the clang of it against the wood floors deaf on your ears.

you laugh in shock as you rush toward fyodor. his cheeks are pink, but you believe it's because of you and not the winter wind outside.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. your breathless voice makes him shiver. fyodor laughs deeply, and his arms circle your waist, quickly picking you up. you bury your face in his neck, holding onto the feel of him so warm and familiar.

"mission finished early; had to see you before the next one."

he spins you around before placing you back down. you blink away tears and curse when one slips, but fyodor's there to wipe it away with his gloveless thumb. nudging his hand away, you push up on your toes to kiss him, your hands in his hair while his fingers press into your cheeks.

the house is silent around you, but you can't stop smiling, and fyodor's face displays the first genuine grin he's had in months. he pulls you closer to him, his heart rate slightly higher than usual. "hello, dorogaya."

you choke out a laugh amidst the onslaught of tears that decided to break past your waterlines, and the sound is music to his ears. "hi, fedya."

ANGO —ᡣ𐭩 heated kisses

"i have to get back to work."

you roll your eyes and pull ango closer by the lapels of his jacket. your lips explore his jaw, and his fingers desperately clutch the fabric of your coat.

"baby, please shut up," you say, pressing your lips to his. he groans into your mouth and sticks his knee between your legs; the feeling has you stuttering against him. pulling away to look down at where you rest on his thigh, ango throws his head back against the wall. you take it as an opportunity to press kisses down the column of his throat.

a strangled whine leaves his lips, the sound making your stomach flip. you push his jacket over his shoulders, and he does little to contest. when you lean back to glance at him quickly, ango has his eyes screwed shut.

you giggle breathlessly and whisper his name.

ango looks at you lazily before dragging his eyes to his wrist, where you know he's checking the time. the storage closet you pulled him into is unlike anything you've done with him before, but it didn't take long for him to warm up to the idea despite his usually stern nature.

"we have loads of time," you run your hands down his torso toward his belt. you can tell ango wants to disagree, but when you kiss him again, he turns to putty.

pushing his glasses over his hair, you continue your attack on his mouth, nibbling and nipping at his bottom lip. ango gathers you in his arms, pulling you higher on his leg and pressing your chest against his.

you pull your face half an inch away from his, panting, and swallow. his dark eyes follow your throat bobbing, and his tongue darts out to the corner of his mouth.

"god, i don't think i can go back to work." you giggle against his mouth and nod in agreeance, feeling the obvious bulge in his pants.

"be quick," ango mumbles, his chest heaving. he looks otherworldly when he's drunk on you. his hands slide up to your neck, and before you can do anything, ango presses a dizzying kiss on your lips.

"nevermind, we're going home."

[kiiozawa]

A small drabble because moving out has driven me up a wall!!!

Pairing: Ex-Bf! Sukuna x Server! Reader

Warnings: SWF, drinking, slight alcoholism behavior if u squint, usage of pet names, princess, sweetheart

Word Count: Less than 800

A/N: the idea came to me while I was drinking Sauza tequila NGL not proofread!!!!

The cool breeze from the rolled down window hit your flushed face rousing you from your tequila induced slumber. You reluctantly opened your heavy eyes as you started to piece together where you were and more importantly who you were with. The Sauza tequila sloshed in your brain as you raised your head from the window.

"Well, well, well. Look who's awake?" You instantly recognized the deep voice despite your drunken state spoke.

It startled you to the point you almost sobered up. Almost. You tried to recollect about what happened before you woke up in Sukuna's car.

What you do know is that you were at a bar alone, drinking cheap tequila (first mistake). You were doing double shots (second mistake). And at some point the bartender had to cut you off and called someone for you (third mistake). What you couldn't wrap your mind around was, how the hell Sukuna was driving you home.

Sukuna let out an exhausted sigh as he took a turn into your neighborhood. He could always read you like the back of his hand.

"The bartender called me, princess. You gave him my number." Sukuna's voice was low.

"W...Whyy?" You slurred out.

"Because he said you were a fucking mess-" He started to explain until you interrupted him.

"Nooooo.. Why w-would you pick me u-up?" You hiccupped. You rubbed your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up now that you were awake.

Sukuna looked at you from his peripheral, his grip on the steering wheel was tight. He doesn't know what annoyed him more. The fact that you were out in a bar alone, wasted. Or the fact that you questioned why he would picked you up. Something in his gut told him that there had to be a reason why you got into this situation.

Sukuna knew that you enjoyed drinking. Hell, he would drink with you when you were dating. But never has he seen you so drunk that you were crying about something. He couldn't decipher your slurred words or babbles when Sukuna had to princess-carry you out of the bar. The silence was deafening as he pulled up to your apartment building.

"...'Kuna?" Your voice was so quiet, Sukuna almost missed it. It had been so long since he heard that nickname come out of your pretty lips.

"There is nothing in this world that would prevent me from keeping you safe, sweetheart." Sukuna responded with his usual straightforward expression.

"What about your date?" The question escaped and you didn't know where it came from and neither did Sukuna apparently.

Without hesitation, he got out of his driver's seat only for you to be knocked out again when he opened his passenger door. Sukuna could feel his blood pressure rising as looked at your sleeping face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you had such a cute little pout as your chest was rising up and down. Sukuna took a deep breath as he realized that he wasn't going to get any answers from you tonight. He grabbed your keys from your purse as he unbuckled your seatbelt. Sukuna carried you up to your apartment, your head rested on his warm chest.

"You escaped for now, but tomorrow morning, we are going to have a talk, princess." He murmured as he put gently down on your soft bed. Sukuna lingered at the foot of your bed before kissing his teeth and taking a blanket with him as he closed your bedroom door.

[minarinnn]

girl dinner anon here please can I have more crumbs of Kunigami and Barou your writing for them was so good and I haven’t seen anything new for them in a while 😭🙏

I dunno if I want anything specific- maybe like breeding or something but you can do whatever your heart desires desires 🙏🙏🙏🙏

OMG I ENJOYED WRITING THAT SM NGL, this took longer than expected but honestly it’s bc i kinda forgot to post it so yh sorry for the delay lmao

content/trigger warnings: afab! reader, characters are aged up, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy kink, degrading, praising, groping, rough sex, implied size kink

BAROU

barou always pulled out. he didn’t mind it. there was never any real desire to get you pregnant. that was until he saw you with his baby nephew at a family event. the kid was around 2 years old and you spent almost the whole night fussing over him

you played, fed, and even cuddled with him. he saw his nephews sleeping figure in your arms as your soft hands caressed his back. he doesn’t know why but barou felt all tingly inside. he never had the urge to do it but the thought of you carrying a kid that looks exactly like him turned him on immensely

so when you get to your shared apartment and barou pounces on you, you think nothing of it. you’re like putty in his big, rough hands. you really couldn’t get enough of him

the way his dick stretched you out perfectly, bruising your cervix as you moaned out his name. your pretty nails scratching and leaving marks along his back while his heavy balls smacked against your ass

your eyes rolling back over his rough pacing that immediately makes you go dumb on his fat cock. his hands groping all over your body as he growls lewd things in your ears that make you clench impossibly harder on his dick

“it hasn’t even been ten minutes and you’re already dumb on my cock, huh? you pretty little slut” the words making you whine and your eyes water. “i’m gonna fuck my baby into you” he grunted, reaching deeper into your soaking cunt “you’d like that, wouldn’t you pretty?”

you nod, babbling incoherent words as your second orgasm washed over you, making you buck your hips towards him. “i’m’a make you a fuckin’ mommy” is the last thing he said before dumping his seed into your cunt, thrusting it deep into you, making you take every single drop

KUNIGAMI

kunigami has always been a big family guy so the though of having a family of his own always excited him. but when you said you didn’t wanna have kids yet, he respected it. though he did have the habit of asking questions like ‘when do you think you’ll be ‘ready?’ ‘how many do you wanna have?’ ‘do you want any at all?’

so when you told him you were getting off the pill, not because you wanted children, but because of the side effects that came with it, he was oddly weird about it. maybe it was because he enjoyed cumming inside of you and now he had to pull out

the next few times go by with him pulling out, he didn’t like doing it, but he respected you and your wishes. as much as he’d like to dump his cum into you like he used to, he knew he had to restrain himself

but when the words “im ready” and “please cum inside” slip out of your mouth while he’s pounding his dick into you, he goes feral. his pace immediately picks up, making you moan in pleasure as his thrust went from gentle and loving to rough and quick

kunigami’s mind was filled with images of your belly growing and your boobs heavy and sore. the thought of you carrying his baby just fueled him to the max

you could feel his dick twitching within your gummy walls as his lips feverishly kissed along your entire body, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh. “you’re gonna be such a good mommy” his sweet words contrasted his rough pace. you could feel his big cock pushing past your cervix and his breeder balls smacking against your plush ass

with a few more thrust and a few whines, he painted your walls white. resting his sweaty body on top of yours while he kissed your shoulder. both your chest’s heaving up and down while your hand roamed his fluffy orange hair

“i hope we have twins”

© MINARINNN 2023 - please do not plagiarize or upload my content on any social media platform.

[kurosstuff]

Lute x fallen angel! Reader: Fallen

Short fic- tell me what you think! Hope you all enjoy it-!

Summary" lute SHOULD hate you. But. How can she?

HEAVY SPOILERS MENTIONED LIKE AKL OVER(in this like one?) IDK PLEASE. ALL HAZBIN FICS I WRITE ARENT SPOILER FREE UNLESS I STATE THAT IT IS. YOUVE BEEN WARNED

Warning(s): blood/fights, love at first sight, maybe ooc lute? Idk yoy tell me I never wrote her, heartbreak, also from my knowledge? Wing movements(from birds please correct me on the info if I do it wrong I do not own birds) in denial, Adam and his vulgur language

Ngl I love lute-

Lute a cruel sadistic woman. Odd place for a woman in heaven. But given her status as the leader of the executioners. The one who leads the battles against those vile sinners. Who trains the angels picked to fight herself. The woman second in command to Adam himself.

It's a fitting role.

Never in a million years(and she HAS been around for that long. Or so she lost track of such a useless thing) would she? A ruthless exterminator encounter this thing other fully pure angels speak of.

Love

Why would she? Lute is a fighter. A warrior. The one who Adam HIMSELF entrusts his life too. Why would she fall for anyone? She doesn't even know if she CAN feel such a thing.

But as always- Life(or afterlife?) Is full of surprises. She was well aware of a new angel coming in. Recently passed in some horrific accident she doesn't care for the details just knows- need to pick them apart see if their ruthless enough to fight. But the second she went into the room her eyes widden- an odd feeling in her chest as If her heart- her cold heart was heating up.

"Hello~ are you uh Lute?" You asked shyly- which given the situation even the most outgoing would be just as shy. She blinked, glad for the mask to hide the flushed expression - the confusion on it.

Clearing her throat, she nods slowly, ensuring you saw "I am. Welcome to Heaven, " she greeted uncharacteristically polite- gentle. If you were to be mistaken, she ignored the odd look Adam gave her, looking at the name tag, even your name is pretty- she blinked.

What?

She did NOT just think that. She did NOT Find you pretty. Gorgeous. She does NOT notice how your eyes sparkle how friendly your smile is as you both talked. She most certainly doesn't notice how your wings are the single most gorgeous pair she's ever seen. How white it is- signaling how pure you are. How the gold etched into it- putting to shame her grey and black wings- smiling soft behind her mask. How how she wishes to touch the- she stops she will NOT think that

-

It became as clear as day to her and anyone else. Lute? Is inlove. And not just anyone. The new angel- the kind soul who? Adam states follows her around like a lost puppy or in Adam's kind words "Hey look. It's lutes bitch!" Oh how she wishes to punch him everytime- hit that smug look off. But she won't. Not yet.

A common tradition in heaven- like the birds in the human realm(maybe a odd similarity she presumed. She doesn't care for the human realm after all) finding a mate, a lover with the most gorgeous wings. It was no surprise you gained such attention

Much to her displeasure.

Grumbling watching as how you yet again were surrounded by angels around you- and ad always rejecting them before that smile she oh so adored. Yet would never state aloud was sent her way- making her scowl darkly(but on the inside? She was warm) quickly making your way to her she noticed how you fidgeted. How red you were "out with it. What is it?" She grumbled out no matter how warm and soft she was on the inside? Her words on the outside could never match. No matter how she wished it

White cleared her vision making her back up scrunching her nose before finally realizing what it was- a feather. Not just any old feather. Your feather "i.. i want you to have it.. I know the meaning bur when I was preening my wings u couldn't help it.. I want you to have my feather" they whispered watching as she gently took the feather.

Silently accepting them courting her with a soft smile. Maybe she can make it a necklace?

-

As great as it was up there. There were rules. Easy to forget. Easy to break. But rules nonetheless. Once Adam instructed her to strip a betrayers wings, Lute sighed. Grumbling loudly going to the room. Ignoring the odd almost somber pitiful look Adam gave her. Hiding the feather in her shirt tucked safe near her heart, she hummed, stepping inside fixing her helmet before freezing

"No-"

Her heart dropped paling more then she was already at the bloodied sight

"NO WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"

She roared storming to your bloodied frame she couldn't help but break her never-ending composure for the first time, kneeling to your side "do you HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS?" She snarled ripping her mask off showing her teary face. Knowing her counter was now a sinner. Her angel was a traitor. A million emotions went through her head glaring down at you with every emotion but the one she should feel.

It wasn't hate.

She ignored her feelings, swallowing it down she ignored the reasoning of what you did. Of what you SAID. putting her mask on, she steeled herself. She was an executioner. A peacemaker. She takes care of the issue. So she pushed you down with her foot grabbing your once gorgeous wings now bloodied gold- in her one hand grabbing her spear she sliced. Ignoring how she was covered in your blood. The deafening screams of pain. Of agony. How you begged for her. She took a sigh taking her mask off giving you the chance to se her one last time. Without the mask. How she stared cold at you.

Before the ground opened up, "lute. Before I go- please I lo-" she cut you off, kicking you in. Closing her eyes as the ground closed. For the first time ever. She fell to her knees, holding the now broken wings sobbing out for a sinner. How was she not a sinner to for showing the regret. Showing the selfishness in this?

~~

It wasn't long before she saw you again. Traveling down with Adam to meet with Charlie and her girlfriend- to Lute it was a vile relationship. Not because of the sex- no- because of the liar Vaggie is. How that bitch betrayed her kind and then fell for the ruler of hells daughter. She could almost laugh.

Blinking, ignoring the yelling match of Adam and Charlie. Looking out the window, she froze mouth wide open- even though the demons back was turned. No wings but a tail and horns. She knew that laugh. She knew that smell. No matter how different you looked. Eyes soft watching you turn. Even as a demon. You truly are a beautiful creature. She softened her gaze behind her mask before looking away in disgust. Not with you.

But herself.

Lute a angel? Finds a demon attractive. Sure it's you but. Your a demon. A angel and demon together is vile. Disgusting in all sense of the worse.

But even now. She can't help but still long for you. Long for the almost relationship. Frowning, she looked back at Adam, who watched her with a frown. She knew they'd have a talk. Sighing, she followed after him with a deep sigh

She truly wished this outcome was different. How she longs to see you once more. Touching the feather on her chest she sighs

The only way she would be with you. Is if she was fallen as well. What a cruel irony.

[slightlyhozy]

“Smooth Operator…” (18+)

Characters - Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Female! Reader (No use of y/n)

Summary - Andrew and you try something new! Based off the ominous room picture on his story

Word Count - 910

Warnings/tags - SMUT, just smut. Subby Andy, mentioned dom Andy, vibrators, scent kink? kinda? femdom, overstimulation? teasing, aftercare, safe words, CONSENT IS KEY!! literally no plot, nothing at all

A/N - if youre a man and anything is wrong, let me know !! i hope you guys enjoy this, i havent written in years. had a lot of fun writing it ngl. This is fiction…fortunately, I do not know AHB irl or else id never be able to look him in the eyes

(Me skedaddling in shame ↓)

Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers brushing the curls along his broad chest. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Fuck," Andrew murmured, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers; his eyes were hazy. The taller tended to be more dominant in the bedroom, always setting the pace, making her feel good.

“So pretty…” Her voice was soft, her legs straddling his hips. Recently, he had suggested that they try something new after she accidentally came across a familiar device in his possession. He was humiliated, but she couldn’t deny how it turned her on, imaging him using it thinking of her. It was a simple plug-in Hitachi wand; her initial reaction was that he was seeing someone else, but the look in his eyes when she confronted him said otherwise.

Continuing her ministrations, her lips pressed against one of the small buds of his chest, her other hand reaching for the turned-off device on the side of the bed. The coolness of the plastic sent a shiver down his spine as she wrapped her fingers around it. A wet tongue began to swirl around his nipple, gently nipping and sucking as she turned on the vibrator to the lowest setting. “Oh…” Andrew gasped out as she trailed the bulb along his soft stomach. Detaching from his chest, the woman pressed her nose into his chest hair, taking in his musky, familiar scent as she moved the wand down his abdomen.

The anticipation was thick in the air, and Andrew’s body quivered with need. She knew exactly how to work him up and clearly loved the effect she had on him. His eyes followed her hand as it approached the junction of his thighs, his cock standing at full attention through his boxers, begging for her touch. The vibrations grew stronger, and she brought the tip of the wand closer to where he needed it, watching muscles tighten with every pulse. Moving up a setting, his breath hitched as she traced it along his thighs, causing his legs to open.

Clicking her tongue, she smirked. “So needy, Andy... I haven’t touched you, and you’re hard as shit.” Setting down the wand, the other helped him out of his boxers; his cock was long, red, and throbbing with need.

“You’re teasing me.” He argued, trying not to squirm as her hands rubbed along his smooth, pale thighs.

A laugh escaped her mouth as she moved up to kiss him on his lips. “Now you get how I feel.” The kiss grew deeper, her tongue running along his to his teeth, tracing along the underside of his upper lip, gently biting it, eliciting a soft groan from her lover.

Picking the wand back up, she turned it back to the lowest setting. Tracing along his hip bones, pelvis, and inner thighs, she sucked hickeys to his ribs and stomach, her other hand rubbing along his side. She continued this until a grumble of desperation interrupted her. Slowly, he took his poor cock into her hand, warm and heavy.

With the device, she rubbed it along the underside of his cock, causing him to gasp. “Oh, fuck!” His hands gripped the sheets as a shaky breath escaped him, the sensation more overwhelming than he thought it would be.

“Color?” The woman asked cautiously, moving away the Hitachi, only making the tall man cry in need.

His face was flushed as his chest rose and fell. “Green,” Andrew said desperately. “Don’t stop…please…” 

A smirk returned to her face as she continued her actions, rubbing closer to his leaking tip, which made him cry. “Not going to lie, Andrew,” She chuckled softly as he writhed beneath her. “I kind of like you this way, all needy for me.” It was entertaining to see how he felt the same way he made her feel, like cumming was the only thing that mattered. 

As the setting went up, so did the intensity. Tears pricked his eyes as she drew the bulb near his balls. His knuckles were white from how hard he gripped the blankets, trying not to intervene. “Please…” The Irishman begged, now reduced to a mess of cries and pleas of mercy.

“Please, what?” She played dumb, moving back near his tip. From how stiff he was, she knew he was close; no matter how much she liked how needy he was, she would feel cruel to edge him for too long, at least for now.

He groaned in frustration, readjusting, trying to make the angle better. “Please? Please, can I cum? Please let me cum, baby.” Obeying his wishes, her hand gripped his length, stroking him as she kept the device on the tip of his cock.

After a few more moments, his body completely became tense, his moans growing louder as he pressed his red face into the pillow, sobbing out with pleasure as white ropes of cum shot out of his abused length. Setting down the vibrator, she stroked him through his orgasm, savoring every sound and every breath. 

She gave him a moment to recover, leaving to the bathroom to grab a wet towel to wipe him down. “I think that was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.” She chuckled, wiping sweat from his forehead before moving to wipe the seed off his belly and chest.

With a sleepy nod, Andrew met her with a dopey smile. “Agreed, we are definitely doing that again.” He chuckled, kissing her sweetly.

[night-daily]

I thought I'd lost you forever | Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

summary: After Zoro it's defeated on a duel, he's hurted badly and no one knows if he'll recover.

warnings: ep 5 and 6 spoilers, one piece live action, hurt/comfort

a/n: im obsessed with Zoro ngl :]

You were at the Baratie kitchen with Zeff and Sanji, ranting about your discussion with Zoro, just to make sure you weren't overreacting but they knew better than not take part because well, you were pretty mad and they didn't want you to pick up your rage on them.

Just remembering the discussion makes your blood boil.

You and Luffy walked into the room where Zoro, Nami, and Ussop were. All of them turn to see the two of you, “Hey crew!” , Luffy says but none of them replies, and your smile falters. What was going on? The vibe in the room was so tense.

“Zoro challenged Mihawk to a duel”, You were shocked. What was he thinking? He was even thinking?

Nami asked Luffy to convince Zoro to not fight Mihawk but he didn't do it, instead, he supported Zoro to fight the duel. You make eye contact with Zoro, shaking your head clearly disappointed. You turned yourself ready to leave but before you got the chance, his voice made you stop on track.

“What? You think I can't win?” You observed his face, trying to figure him out but he wasn't showing any emotion. “If you wish to die today, then go ahead, I'm no one to stop you” , Please don't go, If something happens to you I will lose my mind, that's what you wanna to say.

“You're right, you're no one” , You're everything to me, that's what he wanted to say and it was true. You're his world and Zoro has tried to make you know it but you're too oblivious to notice it and he's scared to tell you his feelings not because you may reject him, because he thinks he'll ruin your friendship. “I have to become the world's greatest swordsman” “I know but—” “No, you don't know how it feels like, you don't even have a dream.” Your brows furrowed, of course, you had a dream like everyone else, in fact, the only one you had told about your dream was Zoro, and you trusted him so much but here was he now, using it against you, it made you feel sick. “Fuck you, Zoro, maybe Mihawk won't kill you but your pride is.”

After that you stormed out of the room, his eyes following you with a heavy feeling in his chest.

  ⚔  ⚔   ⚔  ⚔ 

“So I was wrong?” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Of course not, love” Sanji answered, Zeff rolled his eyes knowing what was he doing. “You know? I would never hurt you like—”

“MY FRIEND NEEDS HELP” Luffy burst into the kitchen yelling.

The anger left your body being replaced by worry. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, heading to Going Merry without thinking twice. Sanji, Zeff, and Luffy going after you, you arrived and saw Zoro's body, his chest covered with blood and a serious wound. Your breathing was unstable and your body trembling, everything was blurry to you as Zeff treated his wounds faster and you couldn't help but think this was your fault.

“You gotta talk to him, make him stay here, in this world” You all nodded and thanked him for his help. Sanji decided to stay there to cook, Luffy, Ussop and you were sitting across him talking, well, they talking and you tried to focus on the conversation but your mind wandered thinking about Zoro.

While Sanji was cooking, Luffy was the first to move, ready to head to the room where Zoro was.

“Can I...?” Their heads turned to see you. You cleared your throat “Can I talk to him first, please?” Luffy hesitated for a second and he was about to refuse you but Sanji cut him off, “Ladies first” you murmured a thank you, walking to the room, behind you, you heard your captain asking them why he had to let you to talk Zoro first if he wanted to talk him too.

“Because they need it, they're more than friends” Ussop responds with a smirk on his face, which makes Luffy more confused, “They're best friends?” Sanji and Ussop laughed at him shaking their heads.

You closed the door behind you. Sitting on a chair that was next to him. Your eyes fell on his wound and instantly felt an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you. “I really don't want to lose you, so you better wake up” you hold his hand intertwining your fingers. “'cause I'm not gonna let you die” His breathing was slow but steady “When I said all that stuff earlier, I didn't mean it” Your eyes welled up with tears, replaying your last conversation with him in your mind.

Lost in your thoughts you didn't even feel when Zoro intertwined his fingers around yours. Then he squeezed your hand softly. While your heart was pounding in your chest. “did you miss me?” forgetting about his wound, you hugged him tight “you idiot! never do that again, I thought I'd lost you forever” He groaned painfully. “Sorry, sorry! I'm so sorry Zoro This is—” “Don't you even dare to say this was your fault, because it's not” you opened your mouth. He sent you a death glare. “Before I passed out, do you know what my only regret was?” He looked right into your eyes. “To not have the opportunity to beg for your forgiveness, what I said about your dream, it was wrong and I'm sorry, I will work to regain your trust, I promise” He brings your hand to his mouth, giving it a gentle kiss.

Something was different now and you both knew it, you were eager to know what the future would hold for the two of you.

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Masterlist

5/8 of The Sleepwear Series

wc: 6.5k

Synopsis: So many hints dropped, so little of them picked up.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!changbin, fem!reader, friends to lovers cus he's a cutie, mentions of periods, fingering, piv, marking, mentions of graphoerotica, creampie, pretty tame ngl

“God fucking damn it—“

You had already pulled your pants down and sat on the toilet when you saw the small red splotches of blood on the gusset of your underwear. Typical, your period decides to leak through your tampon while at your best friend’s man cave he calls a home. And your bag with necessities in the living room, out of reach. Changbin would die on the hill that his place is better than yours, but if that were the case then he’d have feminine products under the sink like most people. But he doesn’t, which not only proves your point but leads you to loudly call out for him from behind the closed door.

Heavy footsteps padded down the hallway followed by the door abruptly opening, your legs closing tight and pulling down your shirt to cover any indecent skin, “what the fuck?!”

Changbin looked at you with his eyes wide open and a worried brow, “you’re not dying?”

“I am now! Of embarrassment. Close the door!” He immediately stepped out and pulled it behind him just enough so there was a small sliver still open.

“You yelled my name, I thought you were hurt.”

“So you barge in like a fucking barbarian?”

“Well– yeah!” You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. “If you’re not dying, do you need something?” Changbin’s voice softened and he fiddled with the door knob.

“Can you get my bag for me?” The sheepish nature of your tone made him peak through the crack, “why? What’s in it?”

“Changbin, door!” As you pulled your shirt as far down your body as it’d go, he let himself into the bathroom entirely and stood with his arms folded across his chest.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to lose his sense of personal space. To Changbin, your space was also his space, you would practically breathe the same air because sometimes he forgets that you’re your own person. Changbin doesn’t do it on purpose, though. It’s his way of showing his affection. There’s times where you’d be sat at the end of the couch and he’d plop down straight on top of you. His friends give him hell for it, always pushing him away but he is persistent. Jeongin is especially grateful for your presence, taking Changbin’s attention off of him and redirecting it onto you. Though, his timing isn’t always the best, catching you in the bathroom like this isn’t entirely uncommon.

“Are you being weird in my bathroom?” He narrowed his eyes at you, seemingly unaffected by the fact that you’re still sitting on the toilet.

“You’re the weird one! Why don’t you have pads or tampons? Do you hate women?”

You could see the lightbulb in his brain flicker on as he took a step back and uncrossed his arms, ears tinging red. “I don’t hate women! I love women– I love women a lot. Like a few months ago, there was a woman who got a lot of my love–”

“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t wanna hear it. Just get my bag, woman hater.” You shook your head and mumbled incoherent words until he finally left and returned with your purse.

If you were being honest with yourself, there was more than one reason you didn’t want to picture your best friend with another girl. There was the fact that he was built like an absolute unit and then some, charming and handsome and kind and thoughtful and funny... Also, just the image of him in bed with someone else was a bit horrifying. You knew him so well that thinking about it made your heart sink and cringe at the same time. Were you crushing on your best friend? Yeah, but who wouldn’t? Changbin is hot in the most endearing way– like he knows he’s attractive, just not to what extent. If only he knew… No, that’s unlikely. He’s the most oblivious person you’ve ever met.

As you rummaged through your bag to find something to ease the mess, Changbin still stood in front of you. “What are you waiting for?”

“How do tampons work?” He blurted out and eagerly watched you pull the little plastic tube out of your purse.

“If I tell you, will you leave me alone?” The rapid nodding of his head had you shoving your bag into his arms again and holding up the sealed tampon for a clear view. “Step one, open,” you unwrap it and hold onto the plastic packaging, “step two, insert. Step three push. I’m not showing you my vagina, so can you get out now? My legs are starting to go numb.”

As if his curiosity had been satisfied, Changbin shrugged and left, closing the door behind him while muttering a, “I’m so glad I’m not a girl.”

The next few hours were spent wasting each other’s time, starting a movie and not finishing it because he couldn’t sit still then attempting to toss popcorn in the air at you in hopes you’d catch it in your mouth. You amused him, of course. His laughter was contagious and it’d be a crime not to laugh along with him.

It was close to 9 p.m. when you decided to go home. The walk wasn’t far and you’d done it a million and one times, and every time Changbin offered to walk with you. You couldn’t really protest, especially when he never directly says he was going to walk you home. He’d make an excuse like he’s stopping at the convenience store or doing this and that. 

Upon coming up to your street, you asked him, “are you taking another late night walk that just so happens to be in the direction of my house?”

The two of you were shoulder to shoulder, hands occasionally brushing against one another as cars passed by. “I was going to get my mail but… I can’t remember where my mailbox is. Thought it might’ve been this way but maybe I was wrong.”

This is what always happened. You’ve known him for what feels like forever and every time he stops just in front of your apartment building, your heart breaks just a little more. You wished he’d come in, stay the night, be there when you woke up. He does this thing where he sticks his hands in his hoodie pocket and looks at the ground with a soft smile, he’s doing it now and peers up at you sweetly. Like the ground was suddenly offering to buy him a four course meal and dessert, Changbin dipped his head back down as soon as you met his gaze.

“You don’t need to do this every time. But bonus points for creativity,” you playfully nudged him on the shoulder, grateful for the cloudy night sky shadowing over the blush on your cheeks. 

Obviously, you loved that he did this for you. It makes you feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside. A part of you, a rather big part, wished that he’d do it because of a certain emotion, but again… just wishful thinking. Changbin walks you home because he’s a nice person. He makes up reasons to keep talking to you because all his other friends are busy. The only thing that could explain why he calls you all the time for the most random things is because he just blindly presses on his most recent call– that just so happens to be you. Purely coincidental, everything he does is because Changbin is your friend, your best friend. And it’s normal for friends to look at you the way he’s looking at you now, right?

Curtained by his natural curly hair, it was like galaxies had found a home in his eyes. “I want to,” he stuck his hand out to tap adoringly under your chin, “gotta make sure my favorite girl gets home safe.” The action and the words made your skin burn, but somehow shiver at the same time

“Did your mom finally tell you to stop calling her every night?” You brushed his hand away as you spoke, trying to conceal a flattered smile.

“Yeah, but my mom’s always number one. You still rank the highest out of all my girl friends.”

“I’m your only girl friend.”

“All the more reason you’re on top of the list.”

There was that stupid, lopsided smirk of his, annoyingly cute how it didn’t even seem like he was trying to be smooth with his words. Unruly locks sticking in every direction, sweater somehow concealing the muscles you knew him to have, you didn’t even mind that he was wearing slides with no socks, seeing Changbin so domestic made your heart swell even bigger than it already was. If you spent any longer with him, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to keep up such a cunning facade.

Low and behold the universe was listening whether it be beneficial or detrimental, a deep clasp of thunder boomed and not a second later began a heavy downpour of rain. While you didn’t move an inch, just looking up at the crying sky, Changbin wrestled his hoodie off and tossed it over your head like a canopy. You looked at him confused because you were standing in front of your house, if you got wet it was no big deal. Whereas he still had to walk home, but chose to rid himself of the only thing protecting him from the cold to make sure you stayed dry. How close he was now, tying the sleeves below your chin to make sure the jacket didn’t slip off your head. You couldn’t help the fondness in your expression, unable to see anyone but him.

“You’re staying over,” you say, taking his hand before he can protest and whisking him inside.

The both of you were soggy messes in the foyer of your apartment, unsure of what move to make. You thought you’d known what you were doing but now you were trapped with the only person in the world who could make you feel like bursting at the seams.

The same confidence that pushed you to invite Changbin inside was slowly fading, but you had enough left to begin to strip away your articles of clothing one by one, starting with the hoodie tied around your head. You plopped it on the floor and began to take your top off when Changbin dramatically flushed his back against the front door. “What’re you doing?” He asked, covering his eyes as you added your top to the wet pile.

“I don’t want my entire house to be soaked. Strip, I have spare clothes you can try.” Even if he tried to be decent and not look while you undressed, the irony of it had you rolling your eyes. “As if you weren’t in the room when I was on the toilet earlier.”

“Hey, that was different!” Changbin defended himself for a second before realizing the same thing you did, ultimately beginning to discard his wet clothes as well. When you shimmied off your pants and picked up the sopping pile, your best friend was handing you his shirt and looking you dead in the face as he unbuttoned his jeans. You didn’t think he intended for it to come off as electrically charged as it did, but it was like you couldn’t look away. Not that Changbin wanted you to, he loved the way you were staring at him.

Your eyes raked from his broad shoulders down the plane of his chest and tummy, keeping a steady gaze on the way his fingers elegantly unzipped and pushed the pants down his legs. When he handed the garment to you, you felt the searing heat of embarrassment shoot through your body. He stood with his hands on his hips, just in his boxers now.

The pace at which you ran towards the laundry room was laughable, for Changbin at least. He got a kick out of your antics, but he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Changbin thought he was being as obvious as possible that he cared for you much more than a friend, but the message must’ve gotten lost in translation because not a single thing he put down, you picked up.

Changbin wanted to be embarrassed, walking around your house in just his underwear, but he felt more comfortable than anything. He’d raided your fridge for snacks, drank water, grabbed some alcohol, even sat on the couch because somehow his boxers were the only thing that didn’t get wet. A beer in his hand, feet kicked up on the coffee table then your and his favorite show clicked on in the background was his definition of home. He loved the atmosphere of your apartment, the smell of patchouli, soft yellow lights in the corners of every room, even if it didn’t have his play station or mini music setup that was an easy fix. So easily could he imagine himself waking up here every morning, waking up to you and being able to cook you a small breakfast before he went to work– 

Getting ahead of yourself, he thought.

You changed into some shorts and a shirt and gathered spare clothes before you fully stepped into the living room, you watched Changbin flow about the place. He seemed even more relaxed than he had back at his own house. Quietly you observed from a distance, your heart warming as he poured you a glass of wine and set it on the table for when you returned, unfolded the blanket that hung on the back of the couch and set it where he wanted you to sit– directly next to him, of course, the only acceptable place.

“Get your stinky butt off my couch,” you finally made your presence known and handed him the spare shirt and shorts, nudging his feet off your coffee table to sit beside him.

Changbin didn’t retort, simply following your order and standing. He decided to make you even more flustered than you already were, his junk eye level with your face as he slipped the shorts on. You loved his little tummy, finding it cute how he lightly rubbed it after putting on the shirt and sitting down again. “Thank you,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his beer. You picked up the glass of wine and tipped it towards him, “thank you.”

Silence, patchouli, and a hint of petrichor wafted through the room. When you shivered, Changbin set down his drink to reach both arms around either side of you, draping the earlier placed blanket over your shoulders. His touch lingered on the tops of your hands for a moment before retreating. 

Despite the sweet moment, you couldn’t help but become more curious of what he’d stupidly mentioned earlier. “So…” Changbin’s ears perked up, “going through a dry spell?”

A pink hue covered his cheeks, “what?”

“Before… you said it was a few months ago… the last time you were with someone.” Shyly, Changbin scratched at the nape of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. He laughed, throat dry, “y– yeah. It’s been a while. Haven’t really had the urge to… y’know… seek anyone out.”

“I think I’m the only other person in the world who knows what you mean. It’s like everyone is dating and fucking and having threesomes, yet I can’t even do my laundry without getting tired–”

“Threesomes–?”

“I don’t want to put in the work to meet someone. It’s like everyone’s idea of dating is so different, and explicitly saying you’re dating to marry is some sort of turn off.”

“Wait– go back. Threesomes?” Changbin shifted to face his body towards you, clearly invested in the idea.

Bringing your glass to your lips, you shrugged, “just some girl at work telling me about these people she met. Said it was insane and mind blowing. Good for her, I just didn’t need to know so many details.” His mouth was dropped, tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. The brief mention of anything relatively sexual coming out of your mouth made Changbin’s mind immediately fall deep into the gutter. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining that there were two of you, each touching different parts of his body and covering him in your lipstick stains–

Jesus, get it together, Changbin shook his head and blankly stared at the television.

“Did you hear the part I said about dating? The more important part?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Yeah, I heard,” he caught your hand in his and held on. His skin was warm, soft against your own. Both pairs of eyes caught the gentle nature of his grip, disbelief expressions littering your faces at the audacity to hold on for much longer than necessary, longer than he ever had before.

You let out a small breath, unsure of how to feel as he brought your hand down to the side of his thigh and leaving it there. Just your fingers rested on the muscle, feeling him flex under your touch. With a sly grin, Changbin pulled the TV remote from behind him and pointed it towards the screen, “think we can finish the last few episodes? Or will you fall asleep again?”

The rest of the night went by much too quickly, only because you had, indeed, fallen asleep. To be fair, even though you’d only had a bit of wine, it was still enough to make you tired. That on top of the already tiring day you had and Changbin cozying up next to you, how could you not? You’d woken up later the next day in your bed, tucked in with a bottle of water on your bedside table and a note next to it. Fucking gentleman. Changbin had to leave for work but wrote that he’d made some coffee and didn’t want to wake you. He didn’t fail to mention that it was only thirty minutes into the episode that you’d passed out, but the gesture was still cute.

You went about your day as normal as possible, doing chores and whatnot, even texting Changbin a thank you for not watching the show without you, to which he said he did but he’d rewatch it if you promised to stay awake next time. It was so hard not to smile as you read his messages, seeing the chat bubble on his end immediately appearing with every text you sent. So many butterflies, the only way you knew to contain them was to bury yourself in work. That’s what you did for hours, only stopping to take breaks to eat and use the bathroom. An upside of today, your period stopped.

Changbin doesn’t have such a productive day as you, little to his knowledge. He went to work, got into the studio and sat down with his pen and paper and didn’t write a single thing. Not a damn thing. His mind was overly consumed with the thought of you. No way he was ever going to admit to anyone that he spent a good amount of time this morning just watching you sleep. It sounds creepy as he thinks back on it, but he was mesmerized. Knowing the stress you carried on your shoulders and being given the privilege of seeing you so… at peace. Changbin loved every second of it to the point he just swiveled around in circles daydreaming as soon as he stepped foot in the studio. All the members stopped by at one point during the day to say hello and Changbin was sitting in the same position every time, until Jisung had finally took hold of Changbin’s chair and rolled him out into the hallway so the younger could use the room. “Stop marinating in your own self pity. Can’t take looking at your gross, lovesick face anymore.” Jisung had said, slamming the door in Changbin’s face when he went to curse him out. To be fair, it could’ve been the best or worst advice ever. Either way, it finally got Changbin to leave work.

He didn’t know where his feet were carrying him, just that he wanted to lay down and not think anymore. It wasn’t until he was outside your building again that he felt absolutely like going insane. There were so many pent up emotions swirling about inside him and as good as he is with words, this was something he couldn’t articulate. Mixtures of saccharine chaos and patchouli scented whimsicality fills his nose every time he so much as thinks of your name, these specific things so deeply rooted in his association with you. Everywhere he looks, there you are.

As nighttime rolls around, you’re able to comfortably lay in bed without the fear of staining your sheets. That’s exactly what you do, phone in hand and ready to call it a night. You had been laid down for maybe five minutes when loud knocks rapped against your door. Getting up with a groan, you walked out and opened the door, finding a very disgruntled looking Changbin pawing at the roots of his hair. Before you’d gotten the chance to ask why he was here, he pushed past you and kicked his shoes off, pacing back and forth in your living room.

“Don’t speak a single word because there’s something I have to say and if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will. Understand?” Shutting the door, you looked at him and waited for him to continue. “Say something!”

“You told me not to!”

“Say you understand!”

“I understand.”

“You don’t understand!” You moved slowly further into the room, feeling Changbin growing more and more skittish with every step. As you came face to face with him, he put his hands on your shoulders and led you to the couch, sitting you down while he still stood. “You don’t understand how frustrating it is to be around you.” The words made you flinch back, “no, no! I mean, I love being around you. It’s the highlight of my week! But dear fucking god, Y/N. You are the blindest person I know.”

“I don’t–”

“Shut up! Let me finish,” he stayed a few steps in front of you, practically spinning in circles with how quickly he strode in anxiety. Raising your eyebrows, you waited. Changbin took in a deep breath, “You’re so infuriatingly oblivious that it makes me wanna rip my hair out. You can never stay awake long enough to make it to the good part of the show, we’ve been stuck on the same season for the past month! And you never finish your wine! You always fall asleep on me and I never tell you how you drool on my shoulder because I don’t wanna embarrass you. Why don’t you lock the bathroom door?!”

“Should I be defending myself right now?”

“And you can’t follow directions to save your goddamn life! But for fuck’s sake, I hate being away from you.” A small hum of confusion and a head tilt, you genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say. What the fuck was he talking about?

“I spent the entire day with you doing absolutely nothing but watching paint dry and it was one of the best days of my life. Every day with you is the best day of my life even if it’s for just a few minutes. Can’t you see?” Changbin exhaled deeply and came in front of you, dropping to his knees. He took both your hands from your lap and made you cup his full cheeks, staring deep into your eyes. “See me.”

Thousands of thoughts and millions of emotions filled you from head to toe, almost vibrating overwhelmed. You couldn’t believe your current predicament, here was the manliest man you know on his knees in front of you, for you, begging you to do the one thing you’ve been doing for god knows how long.

Involuntarily your lip pouted at the fading adrenaline induced confidence in Changbin’s demeanor, his hands slowly slipping from atop your own that held you in place. Feeling you getting a better grip, his breath hitched in his throat. You held his cheeks so firmly that his lips puckered. “You’re all I’ve ever seen.”

The sheer force of which Changbin sat up to meet your lips would’ve sent you toppling back if you didn’t find yourself falling into him with equal weight. Butterflies, sparks, that feeling, you felt illiterate. It was just right. 

He did nothing but slot against you in a frenzied yet calculated rhythm, finding comfort in the way your lips fit so perfectly against his. Large palms slid from your hands up your arms and back down your torso, only to settle on your hips and tug you closer. Changbin fit himself between your knees and made sure to have you flush against him as he kneaded the pajama covered flesh of your ass. You didn’t expect him to heave you up and carry you towards your bedroom, squealing as you were dropped onto the mattress.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He muttered, kneeling onto the bed while tossing his shirt to the floor. Daunting Changbin was, a new flame behind his eyes that made you cower until your back hit the headrest. “Don’t run away from me. I’ve waited so long already.” He caught your ankles and you were dragged towards him again, belly up at his mercy.

His lips had a hard time parting from yours even as he stripped you naked, all done with a smitten smirk which you could feel within every kiss. A sense of security washed through you as his hands roamed anywhere and everywhere, firmly caressing any plump inch of skin he could find. Changbin took a particular liking in the curve of your hips and ass, loving how delicately supple your skin was. He kneaded it like a cat, moaning into your mouth as you squeezed the muscles of his pecs.

Then his hands traveled down, hiking your knees around his torso and feeling the wetness of your arousal. His thick fingers slid through your pussy so easily, slick echoing lewdly and only adding to the adulterous scene. He didn’t look away from your glistening folds, flat out staring with all intents and purposes and making your face heat up. With a pout on your lips, “stop looking at it like that. You’re making me shy.”

Changbin’s head fell back in a mocking chuckle, “shy? Please, not my fault you have such a pretty pussy.” He kissed you again before you could feel any more flustered.

It was impossible to feel anything of the sort when he whispered sweet nothings every chance he got. Every break of your lips Changbin took the opportunity to mumble something he loved about you that you didn’t even realize about yourself, “always smell so good, sometimes I spray your perfume on my clothes when you’re not looking. Always wanted to pull your hair, maybe that’ll be a little treat for next time. These hips? Oh my god, wanna just eat you whole.” He bit loving marks from your neck down your chest and trailing further until he came to the skin just below your belly button. There was where he left an abundance of bruises, turning varying hues of purples and reds to line the expanse of the area. It was like your own personalized garment, customized by him made just for you. Changbin didn’t leave your hips unattended, decorating the hinge where your thighs met your hips just the same.

Your cunt was throbbing now, so incredibly turned on but growing too impatient for your own good. As much as you appreciated his thoroughness, it was getting harder not to simply cry at the need that made your stomach churn. Threading your fingers through his hair got his attention, making his eyes meet yours from between your legs. Wordlessly you used your other hand and spread the lips of your pussy with two fingers, inviting.

He took a single long, fat lick up the center of your entrance. The warmth made you cry out for more but Changbin pulled away, refocusing his attention on the backs of your thighs and pushing your knees to your chest. Like reading your mind, he replaced his tongue with big fingers, inserting just one as he munched on the flesh of your legs. Thumbing at your clit and one digit inside you was almost torturous, he was teasing you by being so close to what you wanted, just not quite there.

“Bin, please. Your mouth–”

“Nuh uh. Let me play, princess. We’ll have plenty of time for more.” Your cunt clenched at the prospect of more with him. More rendezvous, more kissing, touching, feeling him in ways you’d only imagined.

Not long did it take for him to decorate your thighs as well, painting a pretty picture like you were a canvas. What you didn’t see was that he’d been touching himself this entire time, slowly stroking his heavy cock and leaking more precum every time you whimpered. When his thumb swiped rather hard at your bundle of nerves and you whined, Changbin almost came in his hand. He couldn’t take it anymore, deciding that he’d rather die than let your first time together go to waste in his palm.

Unexpectedly he dove into your pussy and gave it one good hard suck, for a moment he recalculated even fucking you because of how sweet you tasted and knowing he’d blow if he truly went to town, but he loved seeing the splotches on your body. It made his skin tingle and feel almost feral, your unblemished skin covered in marks he created. With your taste on his tongue, he quickly came back up to kiss your lips, swallowing your moans as your own arousal filled your senses. “Wanna see your face when I fuck you,” he groaned, taking your knees and starting to maneuver them to fall to one side.

“Wait, wait,” you pushed his chest back. Changbin looked at you, concerned. “I’m clean–”

“Me too. Got tested right after–”

“I’m not worried about that.”

“Then?” The worry in his eyes slightly overshadowed the lust, but just for a second because you broke out into an abashed smile and covered your face with your hands. “Don’t laugh at me,” you muttered and Changbin stole your hands into his.

“Never at you, only with you,” he giggled, too.

You tapped his chest so he could sit up. When you had the space, you tipped your knees to the side and let your spine relax, pops of your back cracking made the two of you break into an unfiltered, obnoxious fit of laughter. Then you twisted to do the other side, only making both of you laugh harder. Changbin huddled over into your chest, trying his best not to suffocate you with his weight. “I said don’t laugh!”

“I can’t help it!” He moved up to hide his face in your neck. “That was the cutest thing I've ever seen.” He composed himself enough to plant reassuring kisses to the junction and lean back again. Still on your back, he towered over you and reached down to brush your hair from your face. Warmth spread throughout your body as he just looked at you, nothing sexual of the nature whatsoever, admiring.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you have a staring problem,” you whispered, gazing at him exactly the way he was at you.

“Only for you,” he pinched your cheek then distracted you with another kiss before continuing to lay your knees to one side of your body.

Taking your hand in his, Changbin aligned his cock with your entrance and pushed in, your nails digging into the top of his hand as he did so. Gently he came to become fully sheathed within your walls, patiently waiting for you to adjust. His free hand ran over the deepening blemishes on the back of your thigh, a proud smirk on his face. Your cunt clenched and he shivered, “more, please.”

He used the hand on your thigh to push your knees harder into the bed and your back popped on last time. When you both laughed, your walls constricted around his dick tightly and stuttered his laughter into a moan, toppling on top of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t do that! I’ll cum!” Changbin’s voice still filled with giggles.

Even if the two of you were nowhere near as intense as you should’ve been, the moment was still enjoyable all the same, just in a different way. There was no forced intimacy or awkwardness that came with seeing someone naked for the first time, only comfort and warmth and smiling until your cheeks hurt.

Changbin loved the sight of you stuffed full of him, covered in his marks. That made his brain flip from zero to one hundred, glaring at your pussy and mockingly tilting his head. Oh, he wanted to take a picture of you, pretty in all your glory and creaming around his cock. Every bit of you was on fire, only getting hotter with the sweet praises he was singing for you. “Pussy like heaven, fuck– have I died? So, so good.

“You’re so beautiful like this, wish I could tattoo you with my name. Wouldn’t that be cute, baby? Would you want me to do that? Cover you with pretty words while you cum all over my cock?” Your pussy pulsated at the idea, imagining Changbin writing obscene things all over your body. It’s one thing to him to be saying these things, but having them in writing, his writing, that was something else entirely and it turned you on to no end.

“Oh, you do like that. So dirty, princess. Tell me, what else do you want?” He kept his thrusts slow and deep, working you up much too leisurely that you were on the verge of crying. Changbin could see the tears welling in your eyes, smiling and teasingly tapping the underside of your chin again. “Don’t cry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want, just tell me.”

Even if it was obvious what you wanted, he was still making you work for it. You reached down to pull your ass cheek up, spreading your pussy lips wider for his viewing pleasure. Changbin groaned, deep from within his chest and his eyes rolled back. “Wanna cum,” you mumbled, fingernails raking over the deep bruises over the backs of your thighs.

“Am I not doing good enough, princess? Need more?” That wasn’t necessarily what you were saying, but it was his way of working himself up even more than he already was. All you did was whine and nod your head, feeling so much at once. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you more.”

His hips picked up speed, skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room. Changbin picked up your top leg and held it in the air to let him fall deeper into you while the other kept a handful of your ass. His fingers dug into you, pulling at the skin to use as leverage to slam harder into your cunt. As you moaned incoherently and arched into the sheets, Changbin leaned over your body and fell into short staccatos of thrusts, keeping your sweet spot from feeling lonely for too long. You weren’t thinking about anything except the building heat in your stomach that only got hotter when you felt his lips attach to your neck, nudging your face to the side for more access. The feeling of his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin made you shiver.

“Better, princess? You’re loving this, aren’t you? Just laying there being pretty and taking everything I give you. Who trained you this well?” You shook your head, no, unable to fully process his words. “No one? I knew you were naturally perfect. Perfect pussy, fits me like a fucking glove.”

You were so close, his words doing you in more and more as he kept running his mouth. Changbin was in the same state as you were except he was unable to stop talking, saying everything he felt as he felt it like a broken record. But you loved it, and loved how easily he could make you melt. The building lava in your gut just needed a little more of a push to flood, you grabbed Changbin by the neck and met his lips while raking your nails through his hair. The way he moaned into your mouth was more than enough ear candy to make your orgasm hit you, hard and for so fucking long.

Changbin tried to fuck you through it, but your cunt had a vice grip as you clenched and convulsed around him, eventually milking him to completion just the same. Of course a guy who hadn’t felt the warmth of another person for so long would have a lot of cum to give, but he was on a whole other level. His orgasm was just as long as yours and filled you to the very, very brim with his seed, spilling out the sides of where his cock kept you plugged. 

Sweaty bodies on top of one another, fluids drenching various places, heavy breaths filling the room, there was no place he’d rather be as Changbin’s head finally cleared. Post nut clarity, you were positively glowing, radiance embodied in his eyes as he watched your eyes flutter open and brush your hair from your face. Changbin peppered your cheeks with kisses, causing you to giggle and hold him closer, but he accidentally moved too fast and made you wince as his softening cock shifted. He told you to hold still as he went as gently as he could to remove himself, awestruck at his cum soiling your pussy. He’d almost raised a mass again, but looked away before he could.

Stealing a random shirt off the floor, he wiped away the residue and tossed it aside again to flop on the bed next to you. His arms wrapped around your neck, muscles almost suffocating you in the warmest way. Legs tangled, heart beats easing, you were close to falling asleep again.

“Do I really drool?” Your voice was muffled by the soft skin of his pecs, slightly nuzzling your face tighter into them.

Changbin froze for a second before lightly chuckling, “no, of course not, princess. I was joking.” Hearing the slight sarcasm in his voice, you whined and attempted to free yourself, though that was impossible with the headlock he had you in. Changbin wrangled you into staying still, kissing the top of your head and tightening his arms, “okay, you do. But it’s okay! I love being covered in your spit.”

He playfully licked your cheek as you tried to protest, kissing you more to ultimately shutting you up and fall victim to his body heat, and Changbin’s head was empty, entirely empty. Nothing left but tender touches, patchouli, and wondering how the hell neither of you realized that this was where you were supposed to be.

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tags: @sensitiveandhungry @babebatter @aliferousminho @changbinluvr @epiphanynaffit @fawnpeaks @linovely @dumplinbokkieracha @finnydraws @naturules @djeniryuu

[daddy-suguru]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

anonymous - asked a question!

Everyone says Kento is a soft dom, and ngl I see it! But some days he just needs to come home to you already on your knees, waiting for him in that cute little set he likes (or maybe nothing at all). Some days he just needs to pound you until neither of you can move, and then sleep like a baby. It’s therapeutic, really❤️

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ⇝ You help Kento relieve some stress by letting him fuck your throat till he cums.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit, stressed!strict!kento, friends with benefits au, service sub!reader, praise/encouragement, pussy slapping, throat fucking, gagging, hints at mirror sex, mentions of a buttplug, size kink, dacryphilia, light biting

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ❥ 2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⇝ I got very carried away with this. Because Kento would be so rough because he’s stressed but the words his sweet. Rough yet sweet stress fucking with Kento is top-tier brain rot that I devoted my whole day and night to this. If you can’t tell I really want his cock in my

��Kneeling at the front door with your hands behind your back and your mouth open now.’ You are walking to the front door before you can even finish reading the text. Unlocking the front door and kneeling.

Your thick, thigh highs socks protect your knees from the chill of the floor. And the moment you hear the doorknob turn, you clasp your hands behind your back. Then tilt your head back, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

You don’t move as you hear the door shut and lock. Or when you hear Kento’s shoes hit the ground. Since based on him coming home two hours late, work had to be rough.

You hear a heavy sigh before Kento says, “You should play housewife for me more often. Coming home to you kneeling wearing my button-up shirt and no panties, waiting to suck the sweat off my cock is a sight I want to get used to.” Even after taking a shower, you didn’t want to pick a different shirt of his. When the shirt he wore yesterday still smells strongly of Kento. Since you were already breaking the first personal rule to being friends with befits with Kento by staying the night. Why not break another one and wear his clothes?

Kento finally steps in front of you, filling your vision and staring down at you. Your heart pounding in your chest and your pussy dripping from the way his tight red shirt hugs his chest.

Glancing up at Kento’s face, your reflection in his glasses catching your attention. You look needy with your mouth open, just waiting to be filled. With your spit dripping from the tip. While some of it trickles down your chin.

Kento says, “I hate working overtime. It has been every day this week.” The grabs his tie, undoing it and walking behind you. Kneeling to bind your wrists with his tie. Then reach around your body, his large arms making you feel smaller. As it sinks in that even when he kneels next to you, Kento still looms over your shorter stature.

Slowly Kento undoes each button of his shirt, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you in my shirt since I first saw you wear it this morning.” Spread the shirt apart. And the slipping his hands between your thighs, parting them.

The cool air hits your dripping wet pussy. Giving you a chill that quickly vanished as Kento slaps your pussy twice. The wet sounds making him groan,

“So fucking wet and pretty all for me to ruin.” While the sharp stinging becomes a burning ache.

He tells you, “Swallow.” And right after you do, you beg,

“Please let me help you relax. Use my mouth, pussy and ass however you want to Sir. I want to make you happy and sleep.” Sticking your tongue back out.

Kento makes quick work of undoing his belt and zipper, pulling himself out. And quickly getting your attention to drop from Kento’s handsome face to his thick cock. With his heavy cock hanging so close to your face. That his thick mushroom-like tip drags along your tongue, smearing his sweet pre-cum.

Kento says, “Such a sweet, good girl letting me use your warm mouth, nng,” He groans while he quickly thrusts his cock deep into your throat. Which squeezes him as you roughly gag. He pauses there lingering while you gag as he says,

“Couldn’t help myself your so wet and soft, need to feel your throat clenching my cock while I choke you with it.” Pushing his pants down, freeing his fat, heavy balls.

Kento sets a rough, face pace. His abs clenching every every thrust. While his heavy balls hitting your chin with every sharp thrust.

There is no other brace you get, other than his large hand cupping the back of your head. The heavy groan that passes Kento’s parted lips has your pussy clenching around nothing. While your clit throbs with the need for attention.

Kento says, “You look so pretty with spit dripping down your chin. Gagging so loudly while you try your best to handle my cock. You’re already doing so good for me.” Your eyes burn while tears blur your vision of Kento. With his flush pink cheeks.

He runs his hands through his blond hair, messing it up. While he says, “Choke on my cock just like that. You look so pretty crying because you can barely handle me” Your tears roll down your cheeks causing Kento to pick up his pace.

Kento groans, “I can see the outline of my cock in your throat every time your pretty mouth takes all of me. And when you squeeze me mmm. you’re going to make me cum so fucking quickly.” Placing his other hand on the top of your head. While he still his hips, jerking your head up and down his length.

His thick heavy cum spurts down your throat while be moans, “Mm got to make sure I cum in your pretty mouth so I can last longer fucking my frustration into your pretty pussy. Going to make her puffy and bruised from how hard she is going to take my fat cock.” Slipping his cock out of your mouth slowly.

A shaky groan passes his lips as a tremor passes through his body. While you refuse to let him go, hallowing your cheeks and sucking harder. Kento’s voice is breathy when he says,

“Get in the bedroom.” You stand up and turn around. Heading towards the bedroom with Kento following behind you. And when you look over your shoulder you freeze. Your brain goes blank while Kento slips his dark red shirt off his broad shoulders.

The dark red of his shirt matches the bright bite marks on his chest. Which leads down his hard abs, to the light blonde happy trail that leads down to the short patch of hair.

Kento smiles, while he slips off his glass. His tired, sleepy eyes burn with hunger as his gaze slips down the shape of your body. He says,

“Stop admiring me and go in the room.” He roughly slaps your ass, the force of his slap causing you to stumble forward. And encouraging you to finish the taking the last few steps towards his bedroom door.

Walking through the bedroom door, you hear his pants hit the floor behind you. You smile and say, “I can’t help it, you’re so damn handsome.” He wraps his hand around your throat, bending down and biting your shoulder. While you cry out, he grabs a handful of your ass. Digging his nails into the softness of your squish and groaning loudly.

Kento pulls away and telling, “Am I? Then I want you bent over in front of the mirror with your beautiful ass in the air with your legs spread apart so I can see your pussy juices dripping down your thighs.” He lets you go and you walk over in front of the mirror.

Bending over in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of yourself. Wearing thigh-high socks with Kento’s large white button-up shirt hanging from your torso. With your bound-up wrists resting on your lower back.

You hear a dresser drawer open and then close soon after. And moments later Kento appears behind you with a bottle of lube in hand and a buttplug. He tells you,

“Since you love admiring me so much if you take your eyes off me even once you aren’t cumming for the hour that follows.” He pours some of the cool lube onto your asshole. Which he smears out with the tip of the toy.

[s-4pphics]

more mechanic!ellie x snobbybitch!oc lol i’m kinda obsessed and i missed them ngl 

wc;cw: 765 reaaal cute, oc is a cunt lol, joel slander i love him dont start, ellies a sub, more monologues, dassit

you smashed the second window of your three day old, freshly glossed pink bentley with a metal baseball bat

and you couldn’t be happier! 

not only was ur dad getting you a new car but u were seeing your girlfriend today!

you were giddy with excitement as you went to your contacts and called the number saved as i wanna fuck the freckly girl! 

“YELLO!”… joel… great

yawn…. he’s nice or whatever but yawn 

where’s ur daughter gimme ur daughter

but you put on an act before ur annoyance could come through the phone 

“JOEL HELP ME SOMEONE TRIED TO BREAK INTO MY CAR AND—“

“uh darlin’, i’m not a cop….. you know that right?” 

“no i KNOW but i need repairs on my back window, could you pleaaaaase help me?” 

you sounded honey sweet, he wouldn’t say no to you! 

“uhh sure. you shouldn’t drive it if glass is everywhere, we’ll come pick it up to bring it into the shop.” 

you smirked devilishly 

“thank you sooooo much! you’re a doll! i’ll see you soon?” 

“umm…. it’ll be a few hou—“

you weren’t hearing that, they’re coming now!

“ten minutes?! great! see you then!” 

and you hung up, your heels clicked on your garage floor as u walked into ur fathers marbled kitchen

this calls for a celebratory glass of lemonade! 

u and the devil on ur shoulder clinked glasses

you heard a knock at the door ten minutes later 

but you were already standing there! you ripped it open and was greeted with… joel

sigh

“hey! your car’s pretty messed up, someone went crazy on it, looks lik—“

“yeah it’s sad isn’t it, did ellie come?” 

“pardon?”

“ellie, did she come?” 

“…no…. she’s at the shop” 

“doing what?” 

“she’s…. she’s working. on a car. at the shop.” 

you pouted 

“well, why are we still standing here! let’s go!” 

“uh…. okay.” 

and you smiled as you brushed past him, hopping in the tow truck with a giddy smile on ur face 

you applied more lipgloss and chanel no. 5

u were finally seeing ur girlfriend! 

he tried to make conversation the whole drive here, but you didn’t care about shit he was talking about

“that’s so funny joel! gonna go inside now!” 

and the minute you slammed the truck door and ran inside the garage and glitter obscured ur vision

the love of your life

the only star in ur sky

you felt your pussy clench in your lacy panties

and ur nipples got hard 

she was under the hood of some raggedy ass car and her muscles were out and she was biting her lip and she was covered in filth and u wanted to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone in here 

wanted to make her scream for u 

wanted to make her cry and beg u to stop—

“why are you standin’ here, darlin’?”

“just sightseeing!” i’m gonna fuck your daughter so hard! 

“alright i’m gonna examine ur car and we’ll have a price for u in a bit.” 

and he left

fucking finally

u walked over to her

she had earphones in so u tapped her shoulder 

she took them out and turned and her face immediately fell 

you were smiling so hard! you were so happy! 

“hi!” 

“…..”

“whatcha up to!”

“….”

“did u miss me!” 

“you’re fucking crazy.” 

she’s making you wetter

she was so dirty, u wanna make her dirtier

u wanna ride her fucking face—

“what the fuck r u staring at?” 

“you. you look so cute right now.” 

she scowled harder, but u caught that pink tint on her face 

mhm, u knew she liked u

“take a break!” 

“the fuck r u talking about?” 

“ellie.” 

and her expression changed at ur serious tone. a little intimidated. a little scared. 

“take a break.” 

she blushed harder 

and u held her gaze 

hers flicked down to ur mouth

minemineminemine—

she put the tool she was holding down on the side table before she turned to look at u

u saw that little glint in her eye as she scanned you up n down. you want her you want her 

u took a step closer 

and closer and closer 

until u were right in front of her

her heavy breaths were hitting ur nose and you wanted fuck her now!

“where’s the bathroom?” 

her breath hitched and u heard it 

“um..”

“mhm?” 

“in the back.” 

the devil on ur shoulder applauded u 

“show me.” 

and she nodded shakily

you grinned like a kid in a candy store!

u loved ur girlfriend so much!

theyre gonna fuck so hard l8r lol

p.2 to this

[ranposgirlboss]

~late night car drives with bsd charas~

this is an idea i got while listening to depressing vocaliod songs, SO HERE WE ARE!!! these are just some hc i have about how it would go, some charas are COMPLETELY platonic!! (this is mostly platonic in the 1st place tbh) this is my first time writing on this app, and i haven't written anything online in a few years, so if the formatting is weird, PLEASE TELL ME IDK WHAT IM DOIMNHG

chara list: dazai, chuuya, poe, ranpo, and yosano

GENRE: fluff fluff fluff and sillies

enjoy!!

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DAZAI

-HESSS DEEEEEFFF THE TYPE TO BRING YOU ON LATE-NIGHT DRIVES!!!!!

-he would probably be going to some weird ass convenience store with you at ungodly hours in the morning 💀

-HE EITHER SINGS THE MOST DEPRESSING SONGS OR THE MOST UPBEAT SILLY SONGS THERE IS LITERALLY NO IN BETWEEN

-i feel like he would mess with you and fucking drift the car when yall turn

-lets just say you get close to dying more then once 😁

-one time when yall tried to sneak out, kunikida caught yalls asses (your ears still hurt to this day from the mouthing off you got from kunikida)

-all in all, VERY FUN TO GO OUT WITH!!! WOULD RECOMMEND IF YOU WANT CHAOS!!!! OR IF YOU LIKE ALMOST DYING 10 TIMES IN 30 MINS <3333

CHUUYA

-ok so i know i said late night CAR rides BUT CMON WHO DOESNT WANNA RIDE A COOL ASS MOTORCYCLE WITH CHUUYA!??!?!?/1

-mf has HORRIBLE ROAD RAGE!!!

-i hc that when chuuya gets really pissed and the person is super rude to him, he fucking makes their car float...LIKE FULL ON 😭

-AND THEN HELL MAKE THEM SAY SORRY

-but other then his road rage, its honestly pretty chill

-i know that he has a BANGER playlist, I JUST KNOW IT

-i fell like he'd also play around on the motorcycle a bit, BUT AT LEAST HE WOULDNT NEARLY KILL YOU UNLIKE DAZAI (��‸눈)

-id say its pretty nice and balanced, with enough calmness to make it enjoyable for the most part, but enough thrill to keep asking him to take you out <33

RANPO

-just gonna let you know right off the bat, his ass is NOT driving 😂

-there is a high chance that he JUST woke up and started banging on your door because he had cravings and well, he ran out of his snacks...so OBVIOUSLY he had to bang on your door, its important!!!

-and even if he was completely awake...he would get yall lost so fast

-so you were driving him

-honestly? its kinda funny to see groggy ranpo walk around and try to grab what snack he wants at the convenience store when he's barely awake

-bro literally drops the bag like 5 times (you picked it up all 5 bc you kinda pitied him rn 😭)

-he basically ends up sleep walking his ass outta there

-the ride is mostly quiet, mainly because ranpo falls asleep on the way back

-imagine if you played heavy metal and woke him up

POE

-HE WOULD DRIVE WITH YOU FREQUENTLY, DUE TO HIM BEING A NIGHT OWL

-these car rides would be so peaceful

-ngl he would probably sometimes take you out just to drive with you (its not like gas is a problem for him anyways 😭)

-HE HAS SUCH A GOOD PLAYLIST OF SONGS TO JUST SIT THERE AND DAYDREAM TO

-doesnt seem like a talker tbh, he might ask you if you want to go anywhere specific, but you guys mostly just listen to music together (he saves the story telling for another time <3)

-I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD MAKE A PLAYLIST THAT LIKE KIND OF HAS A STORY LINE SO IT WOULD BE SO FUN TO DAYDREAM TO THE SONGS CUZ YOU COULD CREATE YOUR OWN STORY TO THEM

-you hold karl in your lap and pet him like you're an evil villain (cannon)

-very calming and relaxing drive <33

YOSANO

-UGH IM SO GAY FOR HER

-ngl she kinda gives dazai vibes, in terms of playlist

-there has been more than one occasion when she just drunk-drove you

-LUCKILY YALL DONT DIE??!?!?!??! HOLY FUCK

-shes a small talker, OR A GOSSIPER WHILE YALL DRIVE

-yall just have so much fun talking about the ada and everything that's going on there <333

-would scream the lyrics to any 2010's throwback song, while having a (hopefully) safe dance party

-very fun to be around, and even though she drunk drives, shes def safer then dazai

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THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

PLEASE SEND ME REQS I BEG OF YOU

[k-atsukibakugou]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 | 𝐞.𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

pretty | kirishima – k-atsukibakugou

feeling especially sadistic, kirishima uses clear packaging tape on your pussy, saying he wants something pretty to look at while he fucks you in the ass. porn without plot i cant even lie

pairing: kirishima eijiro x f!reader w/c: 2.1k warnings:  d/s dynamics, anal, praise, dirty talking, kiri calls your pussy ‘she’, free use dynamics, pet names (pretty girl, gorgeous, babydoll, angel, my girl), slight objectification/dumbification (?), cheeky aftercare moment, overuse of italics ngl notes: THANK YOU SO MUCH @kaidabakugou  FOR BETA READING ILSYM UR AN ANGEL <3 crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

you had really done it now, trying your luck with the ever-so-patient hero, over and over again until he was banging at your door, demanding you pay the price for your bratty behaviour. the debt you expected to owe to your composed boyfriend was a sharp slap to your cheek to expertly silence your sinful mouth, and leave you with a glow as warm as the red atop his head, bruises as dark as his stormy pupils on your ass until you were begging for mercy. of course, he always gave you mercy, slick glistening on his cheeks, lips and chin until the morning sun gave him a golden halo.

tonight, you’d pushed him much further, annoying him constantly at work today, a constant stream of pictures throughout his patrol, you in less and less clothing with each buzz of his phone in his pocket, ending with your naked body splayed in hd quality on his screen, the image of you bent over the couch in your home, fingers in your already wet hole, burned into his retinas after staring at it in the shadows of every alleyway he went down, palming his weeping cock over his costume, eyes glued to the curves of your body, every swoop and dip in your skin, every tiny flaw the camera picked up, the curl of your toes betraying the fact you were amidst the throes of pleasure twice at least already with the creamy slick collecting at your knuckles. kirishima was certain he’d see your eyes crossed and jaw slack if he could see your face in that picture.

you knew you were in far more trouble than usual when he stormed inside your shared apartment, instead of the sight of your hulking boyfriend stalking inside, crimson eyes locked on yours with an evil smirk seen by no one but you, you were greeted by the soft sound of the door clicking unlocked, blown out eyes that looked the inky kind of black you only see in a thunderstorm, and the frustration radiating off of your boyfriend in waves as he made sure to relock the apartment door, and slip off the thick, heavy boots beside your own. the display of faux calm making you bite down on your bottom lip to suppress a sly smile and ever-so-slightly clench your thighs together in an attempt to quell the growing ache, wide eyes glued to the constrictive tent of his hero costume over his cock, the tight fabric leaving nothing to the imagination

“you didn’t shower at work today, baby?” noticing the costume abnormally still on him, you teased the hero in a light voice, standing to greet your sweet, heroic eijiro in a thin, long shirt of his, hiding nothing beneath it other than slippery thighs and your still pulsating cunt. your voice was as sweet as sugar while his face only soured in response, stalking closer to you while you made no attempt to run away; you’d made your decision hours ago when you first slipped off your shirt to squeeze your tits for the camera, there was no use in trying to escape your punishment now. his hand when he reached you was as rough as his voice talking down to you, a grip like a vice around your wrist; “you wanna tease, baby? you like making me suffer at work with those photos? why don't we see how you like it, huh?”

the glint in your depraved eyes betraying your faux-innocent demeanour, nothing more than an attempt at convincing the towering hero ahead of you of your innocence, that teasing him beyond comprehension was never your intention, how you just wanted to please him, to make your boyfriend feel good, to show him how much you loved him, he can’t punish his angel for that, can he? the growl reverberating in his throat made it clear he can, and he would. losing your balance, you felt the soft cushions pressing against your back before you could register eijiro moving to throw you, your body bouncing on the soft cloth at the strength at which he tossed you onto them.

the shirt you wore for him was quickly discarded across the living room, landing in a heap somewhere down the hallway. instead of leaving you naked for him, he hastily pulled clear tape from the table – when did he even pull that out? sticking the plastic over your pussy and mouth firmly, silencing your babbling questions of what he would do to you, how he would punish you for your teasing, smoothly silencing your chatter to pull his cock out from his costume undisturbed, drowning it in lube, giving your ass a similar treatment, quickly dipping one finger inside you, not missing the way your annoying, muffled questions dissolved into a whine low in your throat, his second finger pulling a louder, more garbled moan from you, your eyes already fluttering closed and thighs squeezing around his wrist in awe. you’d given up trying to avoid your punishment the moment his fingers curled inside you, opting to dig your nails into his bare shoulders, accepting your boyfriends sadistic punishment, thinking he would fingerfuck your ass then brutally fuck you until he filled you and then you’d sit on his face for hours until he was satisfied with how sensitive you were from repeated orgasms, curbing your corrupt thoughts for a couple days.

only it was hours later now, the sun that was low in the sky when he returned home now replaced by the moon shining through the windows; eijiro pulling out anytime he was close to cumming, fingerfucking your hole to keep teasing you while he calmed himself down, babbling at how pretty your pussy was, how he just needed to watch your pretty pussy clenching in need underneath the tape, leaking since the first photo you sent him.

“goddd, doll, you’re so fucking tight for me, so pretty, so empty aren’t you? she’s fucken drooling for me, huh?” staring at your cunt sweetly, as if he were staring into your eyes whispering sweet nothings, he didn’t spare a single glance to the tears slipping down your cheeks, teary gaze trained on his defined, muscular hips circling against your pillowy ass, leaning on his elbows above you, dark hair hanging over your face while treating you like nothing more than a fleshlight, something to be used to indulge him in his chase for his own pleasure. he filled your senses, you could see nothing else but him, hair strands clumping together with sweat, eyebrows furrowed at the centre, lips red and glossy from his constant biting and sucking. there was nothing but his scent surrounding you, musky and just so him, all you could feel was his fat cock prodding deep inside your ass, the deepest he’d ever been in you, feeling like the curved tip was in your lungs with every snap of his hips to yours, spitting out praises while he did, but paying no mind to your muffled sobs.

his attention was locked on your pretty taped cunt and the wetness accompanying it on your thighs, the same clear tape that had your lipstick smearing pink over your lips and cheeks and your whines muffled; and your disordered stuttering attempts at his name. but that wasn’t his focus, his head only clouded by the image of your cunt begging to be filled by him, the twitch in your muscles each time his fingers ghosted over your clit, tight hole clenching around the air you so desperately wanted to be his heavy dick, squirming on the cushions, knowing no matter how erratically you writhed, his sadistic streak wouldn’t be cut short before he wanted it to be.

“pl-mms!” you mumbled over and over again, knowing eijiro understood you despite the plastic over your lips, yet he continued to ignore your pleads to cum, for him to fuck your cunt, to fill you while you creamed on his thick cock, anything more than this. still, his hips rutted into yours, his eyes flicking to your bouncing tits at the force of his movements but never to your watery eyes and begging, squished lips, “your tits are almost as pretty as your cunt, angel.” his eyes instantly went back down to watching his length slide in and out of you, thick veins coated in lube and hints of his own pre cum, leaving you feeling like nothing more than an object for your hero in the best way possible.

shifting his position above you, he moved to rest his calloused hands, laying them high on your thigh, his thumb close enough to brush your clit if he wanted to make you cum with his dick buried deep in your ass, “you want me to cum in your cunt, gorgeous?” immediately you nodded and mumbled your agreement as enthusiastically as you could, his gaze watching your pussy as if waiting for her to answer him instead of you.

when your pussy didn’t answer, he moved to gently swipe his thumb across your overly sensitive clit from all of the teasing, right as he asked in a raspy voice, “or you want me to fill your ass?” your moan was unmistakable, louder than the previous, your voice shaking at the tiniest of stimulation and your thighs trembling when he took his hand away again with a deep chuckle, “oh she sounds like she really likes that idea, babydoll.” trying again to get his attention with a whine and a shake of your head, any argument died with the snap of his hips that left your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your jaw dropping as far it could beneath the constraints of the tape from cheek to cheek.

“nnn–”

“shh, gorgeous, you had your fun earlier, let me enjoy myself, yeah? let me have my fun, baby,” blindly, you nodded, too delirious to even want to argue against his breathless chatter with pleads of your own, the feeling of his body hunched over yours and fucking into your ass roughly removing any other thought from your mind as your eyes crossed, you could’ve sworn they rolled into the back of your skull. with each rough thrust into your ass, you were pushed further up on the couch cushions, head bumping against the delicate cushions, leaving you just as breathless as the man above, carving deep red lines into whatever patch of bare skin you could reach. moaning in time with the red-headed man above you, his much louder than yours, his pace grew faster and more precise, chasing the same high he’d been craving since the ring of your texts, you tried to catch your breath as much as you could as his fingers dug impossibly deep into your thigh and the jerk of his hip stuttered, a loud swear echoing in the living room warning you of the warmth you were soon to feel the from his cum filling your guts. shaking beneath him, your body was wound so tight just eijiro blowing onto your taped clit would have you crashing into an orgasm, the brush of his pubic hair against the plastic making you whine at your inability to grind up against it, the strength at which his hips had yours pinned preventing you from moving anyway, unless you wanted a spattering of bruises across the tops of your thighs.

slumping over you, eijiro pressed his sticky, heaving chests to yours, feeling the rhythm of your hearts beating against each others, flashing a dopey smile up at you, keeping his softening cock inside you while he reached up to slowly and gently pull the tape from your cheeks with gentle, caring hands, immediately pressing his lips to yours in a slow, sensual kiss that had his cock twitching inside you, your muscles mimicking the twitch with a contraction of your own muscle and the both of you smiling into each other.

leaning back up, you stared up at him with glossy eyes, “how are you, baby?” his voice was back to the normal, sweet, kind voice you were used to, albeit still scratchy, smiling happily down at you as he wiped frustrated tears from your cheeks stained by smudged lipstick, nodding, you chased his lips to steal another kiss, “i'm good, more than good, my love.”

“and you’re done being a wicked brat with me, pretty girl?”

“yes, ei,” you giggled dumbly, nodding your head, sure there were hearts in your glazed eyes.

sweaty foreheads pressed together and a blissed out smile on his face, eijiro slowly began to pull his fat cock out of your pulsing ass, thick veins pulling whimper after whimper from you, a pleasured sigh escaping both of you at his head popping out of your stretched and abused hole, before he took his time to gently peel the tape from your soaking pussy, your slick making it easy to slip off without irritation.“so good baby, now let me taste my angel’s cum.”

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[apompkwrites]

schoenheit stardom || vil schoenheit

masterlist characters: vil (platonic) genre: angst contains: breakdown, cyberbullying, online rumors summary: the story of (name) schoenheit. notes: ah its them the pretty <333 contemplating how much of our beloved brainrot should be canon in these fics, ngl... anyway, short fic short fic! prob need a clearer direction for these but :| parts: [og post] | [schoenheit stardom (1)] | [schoenheit upbringing(2)]

the lights were too bright. the cheers were too loud. your costume was too hot. your chest felt heavy. ah, and you were shaking, too.

even though the cheers were loud, you couldn't hear them. you couldn't hear any of the words they were shouting as the main actor and actress stepped up center stage, clasping the other's hand and taking a deep bow. and then another. and one more for final measure.

ah, and now you were clapping. your hands hurt. your eyes did too. could someone turn down the lights already? the show had ended already, right? so someone, for the love of seven--

"turn off the lights!"

schoenheit shame: (name) schoenheit cries out demands during final bow

"what is this?" were the words that awaited you as vil slid the phone in front of you. you squirmed uncomfortably on the couch.

where's father? you wanted to ask, but you bit your tongue. you knew where he was. as per usual, he was off on set doing god knows what part and he would be back at god knows what time. you didn't even know what the show was. or was it a movie?

"did you not hear me?" vil huffed, slapping his hand on the table. "what. is. this."

and that left you alone with your big brother. he was... overbearing, to say the least. not much of a "big brother" character from what you've seen in shows and movies. no, no, no. he was much closer to the villains he hated playing so much.

but you never really did have the heart to tell him that. he was your precious big brother and you knew (or, at least you hoped you did) that he wasn't like that at all. he was just... bad at explaining himself sometimes. yeah, that's all. maybe you were just taking it the wrong way!

"i understand that... stage plays can be a bit overbearing for you," vil sighed, shaking his head. "but you must be able to endure them. you are a schoenheit, after all."

and there it was. the way that the world viewed you was nothing more than another schoenheit. the way your brother viewed you was nothing more than another schoenheit. and you were sure that the way your father viewed you was nothing more than another schoenheit.

that's all you were to everyone. just another child in the schoenheit legacy. except, you didn't live up to those expectations.

you were fairly good at acting, but you knew that most people who cast you only did so to have a famous name in their production. they didn't care for your actual ability. and that eventually led you down the road you were on now. most reviews you saw were criticizing you.

lol how lame.

(name) sucks at acting. really took down the whole movie.

i couldn't focus on the movie. their acting was trash.

you were never good enough for them. you were never good enough for those people because your beloved father and brother were leagues above you. you didn't act good enough like your brother. you didn't act good enough to be a schoenheit.

SCHOENHEIT SECRET: (name) schoenheit illegitimate?!

magazines were always the worst. gossip tabloids loved to hold onto any juicy theory they can get their hands on. it didn't matter if it was real. it didn't matter if there wasn't a single ounce of evidence. all that mattered was that it would pay and get people talking.

i bet they were picked up off the streets wwww

i can't believe they would actually be related. vil is too good to have any shared DNA with that thing.

they're not related! i worked at the hospital when (name) was born!

they're probably adopted just for attention.

your hands shook, the phone containing the "news" and comments trembling with them. and yet, despite the anguish bubbling in your chest, you continued to scroll. you looked through each and every comment, letting every word soak up and bounce around in your mind. their words all blurred together like flies around a rotting corpse.

"make them stop," you used to whimper to no one. back when you were younger and the comments were few and far between, you would cry out at the slightest bit of rejection from the public.

now it had become your life, your reputation. all you knew were those cruel words someone typed hiding behind a screen. and yet, despite them only being words, it was as if you could hear them screaming at you.

and as much as you wanted to beg for them to stop again, you knew it was all futile. you knew that no matter how much you cried and pleaded, no one would help you.

no one would help you because you were a schoenheit.

taglist: @brokenncrown @help-meplz @destinationdesignation @rainys-personal-garden @kalims @sxftiebee @luxaryllis @auld-a @the-dumber-scaramouche @ayra2452008 @tinywho-man

[lacyscabinet]

Ghostface Natalie!!!

Angsty, cause I can't think of to much fluff rn:

1. She ends up stabbing R (reader) instead of the victim. And immediately crumbles grabbing onto them and falling to the floor sobbing she removes her mask begging for help from the others but their all to scared of her, as she panics trying to stop the bleeding. I don't like R death but just having Nat panic and feel bad is ❤️

2. Since people like sister Nat from you (with your beautiful writing!) Let me get this out of the way, she's like Sam Carpenter. Older, half sister. Her dad was a killer before her and she just lost it and started killing. But one night at a costume party, she's dragging some asshole of a dude away in the crowd of drunk teens with loud music. And just after she stabs him, right in front of everyone but no one seems to notice, the guy pulls her mask off, she looks up only to see her little sister caught her. (Gonna be an awkward discussion at home ngl 🏃) can also be like non sister, I just know people like her as such.

3. Natalie was staying in your room, she always had to sneak in through the window. She left her lover R, to go with her partner in crime (you pick) to "take care of something" anyway long story short she ends up stumbling and falling through your window on her way back, she was stabbed. Her mask in hand the only person she could think to seek refuge with was her girlfriend/partner/lover, but now you have to face the fact not only is she bleeding on perfectly good carpet, but she's killed people. Your friend's (mostly assholes let's be honest) but you don't want her to die.

Also could I ask for an emoji? To just sign with? I think I'm gonna end up sending a lot of things 😭 (if that's ok!) I love your writing!

A/N: OMG I WANNA WRITE EVERY SINGLE ONE (AND I WILL MAYBE 🤭), but I think I'm gonna start with your first idea!! Actually now that I think about it I might create a little section just for ghostface!au requests. And you can totally have an emoji!!! Just let me know what you picked! <3

Not proofreaddddd

MASTERLIST

Scream

"Natalie!" You happily squealed as soon as you saw your girlfriend walking into the room.

You were at Jackie's house for a sleepover with the whole team and a couple of mutual friends.

Natalie smiled, dropping a heavy backpack on the floor and instantly opening her arms for you "Hi baby" she mumbled while kissing the top of your head. You and the girls planned a fun and quiet night, but what you didn't know was that you currently stood in the arms of the mysterious cold blood murder Ghostface, and you also didn't know that one of Jackie's friends, Matt had a reputation to be a bit of a fuck boy.

And Nat couldn't stand him.

So as soon as everybody arrived at the party, she started targeting him from far away, monitoring his moves.

"Nat! Nat! Stop! Don't tickle me!" You said in between laughs, the two of you were cuddling on the couch "Okay okay I'll stop babe, actually, I forgot to tell you I need to go home earlier" Natalie said with an apologetic look "My mom...I need to check on her" she knew that you were very empathetic of her family situation, and she also knew that if she pulled that card you would let her leave without further questions.

That leads us to this moment, Nat changing outside of the house, from her grungy clothes to black coat and mask in hand along with a sharp knife.

Sneaking back inside, she could hear all of you messing around in the living room, a movie playing combined with soft music.

Nat peeped from the almost closed door, you sat near Lottie and Matt "Pretty" she thought when you smiled at one of Van's jokes "focus nat".

The lights were dimmed and you were distracted, so it was easy for her to sneak in and hide behind the bookshelf.

That's when she decided to attack.

Revealing herself, all the people in the room started screaming and running as far as they could, the adrenaline pumped in Nat's veins, and then she stabbed.

But in the chaos she didn't realize who she stabbed.

At least not until she heard you scream, scream like you never screamed before, it wasn't fear, it was gut wrenching pain.

Your body fell on the floor, blood, lots of blood splashed everywhere and Natalie's eyes widened

"no no no" she mumbled in panic while getting closer causing you to scream more, at that she instantly took off her mask "No no no baby it's me, it's just me I didn't mean to... I...let me help please, please baby..."

At that you could believe your eyes, your beautiful, kind and loving girl was ghostface? Like THE ghostface, a murderer!?

And just like you, everyone in the room was shocked, so when Nat asked, or more like begged them to help her they all just stared at her paralyzed.

You were so weak and the blood wasn't stopping, she cradled you in her arms for a while, until you passed out, and she cried and cried terrified that she just lost you forever.

You woke up in a hospital bed, beeping of machines and the smell of sanitizer lingered in the air, your mind was blurry and the memories of the night scattered in your head, but you did remember one single thing clearly

Natalie was the ghostface.

And you didn't know where she was now, if she was arrested or if she ran away, either way, you stared at the white ceiling, thinking of everything that happened and everything that changed in the moment ghostface pointed her knife at you.

[slafkovskys]

Could you write a blurb about being Luke’s sister but dating cutter and nobody knows till world juniors

i think this may be my new favorite ngl

12:07 a.m.

that’s what the clock on your bedside table read when you throw the hotel covers off of your body. it was still a little earlier than what your normal rendezvous had been, but you wouldn’t mind sitting by yourself for a few minutes. after pulling on your slippers, you tiptoe around the room trying not to wake your mother who had long been asleep as you search for your room key.

you undo the lock and slip out, holding your breath as you close the heavy door closed behind you. you shove your hands in the pockets of your pajama pants as you make your way to the elevator, fishing for your phone. the descent to the lobby is spent in silence as most people are in their rooms, having retired for the night while you on the other hand had been waiting for this since you had left each other the night before.

you find the couch you and cutter had pretty much claimed as your own and sink down, crossing your legs and tuning into whatever was on the tv.

12:12 a.m.

eighteen more minutes.

maybe you should have waited longer-

your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar sound of the elevator and you turn your head on impulse. you watch as a familiar head emerges covered by a hood. when he sees you he smiles and you visibly see him pick up his pace. he leans over the side of the couch, “couldn’t wait either, huh?”

“no,” you mumble, eyes following him as he rounds the couch and collapses beside you. immediately he hooks an arm around your knees, “how was dinner?”

“oh, gourmet. snuck you a piece of cake,” he reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a piece of cake that looked similar to a one dollar bill. his cheeks flush, “oops.”

“i really do want to know how you got it smushed down like this, but at the same time i feel like i’m better off not knowing,” you take the cake from his hand and set it down on the table in front of you. “i’m sure it tasted great when it was at its full size.”

“i- you’re just going to have to take my word for it,” he shrugs his shoulders and nods towards the tv, “what program do they have for us tonight?”

“i don’t know, some sitcom,” you lean towards him and send him a smirk, “but it’s your turn to be the big spoon.”

he rolls his eyes and opens his arms for you, “that’s all that you care about, huh?”

“i mean you crushed my surprise cake, the least you can do is cuddle me, cut,” you tilt your head to look at him before puckering your lips. he presses his to your gently and you smile, hugging his waist, “love you.”

“love you more.”

you sit like that for a while, both of you letting out the occasional laugh when something happens on the tv, but besides that you stay in peaceful silence. this is how you had spent the last few nights in halifax, after the team retired to bed cutter would sneak down to the lobby to meet you and you would spend hours down here just being together. it was easy, it was comfortable. there were no cares in the world.

that was until there was the ding of the elevator that you think nothing of until a familiar voice calls out “gauthier!” and you both look up to see your older brother barreling towards the two of you.

“luke-” you try to stop him, putting your hand on cutter’s chest to push yourself up but luke has none of that.

“so this is where you’ve been going?” his face gets redder and you hold out a hand.

“can you be quiet please?” you turn your head towards the receptionist's desk to make sure that he wasn’t causing any unnecessary attention but they seemed to be in their little world. “and what are you talking about?”

“it’s like every other weekend you just disappear and no one knows where you are. you don’t respond to anyone’s calls, anyone’s texts,” he sends cutter a sharp look and you squeeze his hand, “because you’ve been going to boston, huh? that’s what this is.”

“i mean- yeah,” you shrug your shoulders because there was no way that you could hide it any longer. “if it’s any consolation, we waited until you were done with the program before we started anything.”

luke’s eyes only get wider, “why would that be any consolation whatsoever?”

“so we weren’t technically going behind your back because you weren’t there,” cutter offers and luke rolls his eyes, “i’m sorry.”

“you will be-”

“no, he won’t. this is why i wasn’t going to tell you, luke, because i knew that you were going to blow it up into something that it’s not,” you sigh. you spare cutter a glance to find him staring down at his lap and you shake your head, “listen, we’ve been fine this entire time with you not knowing and now that you do know, i’m not letting you ruin this for me. i’m happy, he’s happy. i can make you a fucking excel spreadsheet about it if you want me to.

“but what’s it really hurting, luke? after this, you guys probably won’t be teammates again. we- we love each other and that’s just something that you’re going to have to deal with.”

“i just-” he rubs his hands over his face, “why him? you couldn’t have picked another sport or some guy you found at skeeps drunk off his ass.”

“no, because we’ve been together since senior year.”

“senior year- okay, i need time to process this,” he takes a deep breath and you really wanted to hurt cutter for letting that piece of information slip. luke closes his eyes and holds up a hand like a judgemental parent, “i’m accepting it, not because i want to, but because she’s making me. i swear though, if you kiss around me or any form of affection whatsoever-”

“we get it,” you nod, “you can go to bed now.”

“oh i don’t think i’ll ever be able to sleep again,” he grumbles, swiping your squished cake off of the table and marching towards the elevators mumbling to himself, “senior year? senior year?!”

you turn to look at your boyfriend who looks like he wants to crawl into a hole at that moment, “we could’ve kept that part a secret.”

“i realize that now.”

requests are closed!

[carnivorousyandeere]

Good Girl, Memphis~

( MDNI )

CW: smut, some degradation, feminization, hints of dumbification/bimboification, talk of breeding, penetrating Memphis, anal

Other info: gender-neutral reader, can be read as reader having a cock or strap, dom reader

Ok ngl y’all I’m. Feeling a little embarrassed about this one; idk if it turned out well.

Memphis pouts a little, hands twitching in his lap and tugging at his skirt while you do his makeup. You’re just taking sooooo loooooong, longer than you need to. But he knows better than to say so, or to try and touch himself— even though he’s achingly hard, tenting the cute little skirt you’d picked for him earlier.

Finally, you step back, and spin his chair around to face the mirror. Memphis opens his eyes, heavy with falsies and mascara, to see his reflection. You were right— he looks so pretty. So pretty, all for you. He preens at the compliments you give him, shivering a little when you wrap your arms around him from behind and kiss his ear.

“Such a pretty girl,” you sigh, smiling at the way his cute little cat ear twitches from your breath on it. “Are you ready for your reward, for being so patient?”

Memphis’ ears perk up immediately, and he nods so hard he almost headbutts you. You release your hold on him and watch with satisfaction as Memphis immediately jumps in bed to position himself ass up, tail flicking excitedly under his skirt. You take a minute to admire him like that before moving closer.

You flip his skirt up to admire his ass even more. He looks delicious in his tight little panties, pulled even tighter by the hard-on straining the front of them. You run your hands over his ass, relishing in the way he pushes back into your touch, and the way he jerks and gasps when you slap the swell of his ass. He fights down a moan at the sting as you trace over the reddening skin.

You can’t help but laugh at how reactive he is. Memphis huffs at the sound, ears and tail flicking irritably.

“Would you hurry up already?” He growls, impatience finally boiling over.

“Okay, okay,” you giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to the tender flesh. He’d been patient for much longer than ever before, so you’d give him just a little lenience now.

You slide his panties down just a little and are pleasantly surprised to see his asshole already stretched by a plug. A pretty, glass plug with a pink heart-shaped base. One that you’d picked for him, but weren’t sure he’d use.

“Awwww, Memphis,” you coo, massaging his ass cheeks, “how thoughtful! Look at you, preparing your own pussy for me to use.”

Memphis buries his head in the pillows, face burning. You trace his stretched rim with your fingertips, admiring the way he twitches around the plug. You begin to test the plug, tugging and pushing on it. Memphis has to bite the pillows to keep his whines quiet.

You sigh happily, pulling and pushing the plug in harder and faster, enjoying the way his hips rock into the feeling, moving to lube yourself with your other hand. “You’re so cute, Memphis~! Such a pretty girl. Your pussy all pink and wet for me. Look at you, drooling and leaking all over the sheets. So precious, so needy~!”

Memphis raises his head just enough to let out a whine of “Please…!”

“Please what, Memphis?” You pull the plug out roughly, watching his hole gape and flutter without the toy, and twitch harder when you rub yourself between his cheeks. “I know your brain is leaking out of your ears, you stupid little bimbo, but you need to remember your manners~!”

“Please fuck me! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please-!” Memphis’ claws begin to tear into the sheets, hips rocking back desperately.

“There you go, that’s my good girl~” you croon, sliding all the way in one hard thrust just the way you know he likes. Memphis nearly wails, collapsing into the pillows beneath him.

You set a hard, fast pace, making sure to tell Memphis how pretty he looks, fucked stupid on your cock. He really is, lipgloss smeared and mascara running, unable to think of anything except you inside him. His keening moans spit you on.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” you groan. You reach around, stroking his cock hard through the panties still caught around it, “Can’t wait to fill you up, Memphis, gonna— gonna make you a mommy, gonna—“

You cut yourself off with a groan as Memphis clenches down hard, body spasming as he cums with cries of your name, begging you to please fill him up, please—

And then you’re cumming too, biting down into Memphis’ shoulder. The two of you collapse onto the bed, struggling to catch your breath.

As soon as you regain some semblance of awareness, you begin to kiss and lick softly at the harsh bite you’d left. Memphis’ softening cock, still trapped in your hand under the both of you, twitches from the attention.

“Did you mean it?” He slurs, shivering through the aftershocks still racing across his body. “D’you really wanna… make me a mommy?”

“Yes.” You press a kiss to the back of his neck.

Memphis purrs, satisfied at your answer, tail rubbing against your side.