#I’m gonna start sobbing lol

[thefabledpheasant]

I just saw a tiktok by @jacklesspn that showed a picture of Cas with the text:

“remembering he’s never been told he’s loved”

WHAT??? Oh my god I’ve never considered NO ONE has ever said that to him and now it’s all I can think about.

How could you do this to me.

How could they do this to him.

[jellyjamheadobb]

Fucking listen to this. My friends and I. We playin Two Truths And A Lie. This was my fucking thrn

1 ”imagine being attracted to an old man twice/three times your age. Couldn’t be me”

2 “Imagine having been hit by a car twice in one week and being completely fine. Couldn’t be me”

3 “Imagine losing your virginity to a friend and then (casually) never talking about it. Couldn’t be me”

literally all four of my friends bro

friend 1: “1. You look like you’d fuck an old man”

friend 2: “yeah, 1”

friend 3 + 4: “old man fucker”

friend 2: “didn’t you say in 10th grade how you’d go down on our Economy teacher?”

they didn’t even fucking flinch. I got shot with a double barrel gun and then thrown in the pool of fire by them. Inconsolable. Fucking destroyed. I am. losing my shit. Sticks and stones can break my bones but fuck. Those words hurt me more.

[jeoncopi]

bruh. how come nobody has ever called me out for taking too long into uploading something? 😭 if I was following myself, I would’ve asked like “girl where tf are your stories?” lmaoosjsjsj

[celestialulu]

i could go for a dose of nalu rn

[rosicheeks]

i have been following you for a couple of years now, mostly silently. you are so beautiful, inside and out! the few times i have seen your face uncensored have made me swooon! the even fewer times i have heard you sing, my heart overfilled with such joy!

your honesty about your struggles and how you keep going are simply inspiring. thank you for sharing.

i am manifesting love and joy for you! 💕

[ilostyou]

everything feels wrong and i want to jump out of my own skin 😃

[fingertipsmp3]

Still not over how I legitimately woke up this morning bawling my eyes out

[prozach27]

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[helluvapoison]

Hey hey !

Can I request a part 2 of Adam and Lucifer being romantic rivals ? Ending in a threesome maybe ? I'm dying to read an Adam x reader x Lucifer smut lmao

I'm sure they would still fight about who is pleasuring y/n better lol

Thanks ! And take this : 💐 !

three’s a crowd if you’re a coward

[i], [ii]

Adam x Reader x Lucifer (NSFW)

18+ /only beyond this point!

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• Considering you had the two of them wrapped around your finger… this was destined to happen– and there was no lying your way out of this one, you wanted it to happen too

• They didn’t need to like each other. Just you, if they wanted it to work. Lord have mercy, did they ever

• “I don’t think he’ll be a problem for me,” Lucifer chuckles then drops a kiss on the back of your hand

Adam bristles, glaring at him with a tight smile as he grabs your other hand and kisses your wrist, “Yeah? You’ll be even less of a problem for me, shorty!”

• Like it never ended, which it didn’t, the rivalry and bickering started all over again. What one said, the other would counter placing kisses higher and higher up your arms

“This is exactly what I was worried abo–out!” Your voice jumped to a squeak when one of them, your guess was Adam, bit your neck, “That’s it! Both of you sit!”

• Simultaneously, they dropped to their knees on the ground and looked up at you. Not exactly what you had in mind but not a bad look for them either. Adam seemed a tad unsure of himself in this position, glancing Lucifer who was fidgeting and deliberately avoiding facing either of you

“For fucks sake,” Adam snickered, “don’t tell me you have a boner—“

“Shut it,” You snapped at him, “I’m serious, if you guys want this to work I cannot deal with anymore fighting! And-And no biting so high!”

You didn’t particularly care about the latter one way or the other, you were merely riding this power high

“So… bite lower?” Lucifer asks eagerly, his crimson eyes the size of pinpricks

• Destined, I tell you

• Reduced to a moaning disaster, Adam stood in front of you, cradling your jaw and rocking his dick into your drooling mouth. Every time your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, his hips would stutter and he’d push your limits, earning a swat to his thigh. He’d stutter out a, “s-sorry, babe,” and force himself still

• Lucifer was fairing no better. He came in you twice already, sobbing from overstimulation. How could he not!? Kneeling over him, bouncing on his cock while he dug his claws into your hips like a lifeline. “C-Can’t. Please, fuck, I can’t,” he whined against your skin

• You had no choice but to change positions for him. You were almost disappointed Lucifer had to tap out when he slithered underneath you and pulled your down onto his face. Forked tongue deep inside you, cleaning up the mess he made had you moaning around Adam’s dick

• “Shit, ‘m gonna cum—“

Lucifer pulled away just enough to let his snarky comment be heard, “So soon?”

“Motherf-f-fucker! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

• Desperate not to let Lucifer ruin his orgasm, Adam pulled your hair, effectively tugging you closer to him and away from the other. He grunted out many more swears amongst your name, filling your mouth with his load

• Lucifer would later declare he was acting selflessly, in your best interest when he guided you back onto his tongue and drove you over the edge a final time

• Adam fixed your hair and brought you water

• Lucifer took a damp rag and cleaned you up

• They both doted on you, delivered praise in their own ways, dressing you with clothes that didn’t match. Maybe they didn’t realize they were working together but it was possible! And that made you feel much, much better about your decision

• They absolutely bickered about who made you moan louder later as you slept between them. Lucifer snuggled into your chest while Adam brought you into his, keeping an arm around your waist

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ UNO REVERSO! TAKE THIS 🍫 because you’re so sweet! enjoy!

[alastorsbookie10228]

Heyyy! Can you do a reader comforting the hazbin hotel men after a nightmare? Thank you! 🙃

Come here, let me hold you

Hazbin Hotel men (Alastor, Angel Dust, Adam, Lucifer)

Warning: established relationships (idk if that's a warning lol)

i'm gonna do Husk and Vox on a different post. i couldn't think at the moment, but they're on the way i promise!!!

Alastor never usually slept; only on rare occasions. but when you insisted on him laying next to you, how could he resist? he would normally read while you slept if he didn't have the intentions of hitting the hay. but tonight was one of the few nights that he slept. definitely one that you'll replay in the back of your mind for the rest of your afterlife.

you woke in the middle of the night, feeling an eerie presence behind you. when you turned and sat up, you were met with a truly horrifying sight.

Alastor was in his full demonic form, lanky limbs stretched out on the mattress and demonic symbols floating around him. his body twitched and his antlers grew in size as you watched, horror etched onto your features. tears pooled at your waterline as you watched, afraid to even move.

timidly, you stuck out a hand and gently touched Alastor's arm.

big mistake.

his eyes shot open and he looked at you with a glare so menacing you thought you were about to double die. he roughly grabbed your wrist, his claws digging slightly, making blood seep out. you look at your wrist, a shriek slipped past your lips without you realizing as you looked back at Alastor with fear in your eyes.

he must have known that you were scared because his grin faltered slightly.

"Al," you whisper, "i didn't mean...you were having a nightmare. i didn't know what to do."

Alastor's eyes softened and his antlers shrunk slightly, along with his limbs. the symbols disappeared and he slowly sat up, still maintaining eye contact with you. he slowly released your wrist and looked down at it.

"my dear..." Alastor said softly, no static filtering his voice. "i am...terribly sorry. i understand your true intentions, and i send my gratitude, but it's best to let me go through what i'm going through if you'd like to keep your life."

it wasn't intended to be threatening, you knew that. but you felt scared. scared that he might hurt you.

"i'm sorry...i just wanted to make sure you were okay"

he nods, his usual smile falling to a grin as he leans in and kisses your lips. "i truly apologize for making you fearful, dearest. let us rest."

he guided you to lay back down onto the soft mattress dressed in red satin sheets, his arm wrapping around you and holding you close.

"i love you, dearest"

Angel liked to sleep. a lot. he and Fat Nuggets would lay in bed all day. and it was even better if you were there, too.

you were currently laying next to Angel, fast asleep. you were a light sleeper, even Fat Nuggets shifting woke you up. you felt shifting beside you and stirred awake, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. you look around the dark room, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, then look over at Angel. he was sweating, and his eyebrows were arched in fear. you leaned over, elbow digging into the pillow beside Angel’s head as you placed your hands on his cheeks, gently stroking them with your thumbs.

“Angel, baby. come on, wake up.” you say softly. Angel starts to stir slightly and opens his eyes. they widen slightly when they land on you.

“oh my god, are you okay?!” Angel says, swiftly pulling you into a tight hug. he starts to cry softly into your shoulder, and all you can do is hold him.

“Angel, what happened?” you ask him. he pulls you closer, his body racking with sobs. you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his temple, your other hand rubbing his back.

“you died, baby. you died and i couldn’t do nothin’. i was so scared.” Angel said into your shoulder. you hold him tighter, worry etched onto your features.

“baby, i’m not going no where. i promise.” you say into his hair and kiss all over his face. “i love you too much to leave you, darling.”

Angel looked up at you and wiped his eyes with his upper set of arms, his bottom set hugging your waist. he smiles softly.

“promise, toots?”

“i promise, baby”

you lean down and kiss him softly. he smiles into the kiss and holds your face, but the kiss was short lived due to a needy pig squeezing himself between you two. you and Angel both laugh softly and snuggle Fat Nuggets. as you drift off, the last thing you hear is Angel’s soft voice.

“i love you, baby”

Adam is a pretty heavy sleeper. he sleeps through anything, especially when he's having a nightmare.

it was roughly 1am, and you were still up. you were tossing and turning, still unable to fall asleep. your head snapped to Adam when you heard a small whimper. his face was contorted in fear and his limbs were stretched around his side of the bed.

"Adam, honey. wake up" you whisper, leaning over to him.

no luck, obviously. he could sleep through a hurricaine.

"Adam, come on. wake up" you shake his shoulder, and his eyes snap open. his body shoots up as he gasps, his face buried in his hands.

"Adam...what's going on? you've been having nightmares all week, baby."

Adam looks at you with eyes that tug at your heart. pupils large and tears threatening to spill out of his beautiful golden eyes.

"oh, baby." You guide him to lay back down and cuddle into his side, your arm subconsciously stretching over his stomach, the part of his body that he's most insecure of, and caress his wing.

"i'm not leaving you, Adam. i promise" you say, leaning up and kissing his chin. "i love you too much to leave you"

Adam looked down at you, his eyes glossed with tears as he looks at you with pure love.

"you mean more to me than Eve and Lillith combined. i'd die if i didn't have you" Adam whispered, making your heart flutter.

"i love you, Adam. now sleep. i'll be here when you wake up"

Adam shifted onto his side so he faced you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, a dopey smile tugging at his lips.

"i love you, babe"

"go to sleep, dick master"

"FUCK YEAH! someone understands my role here! fucking finally!"

"shut up and sleep, Adam*

Lucifer liked to wrap his wings around you while you slept, mainly because it made you feel safe, but also because he wanted to assure himself you wouldn't leave like Lillith.

your eyes flutter open as you feel Lucifer's wings twitching against you. you peer up and see Lucifer crying in his sleep, a distressed look on his face. you quickly sit up and bring him close to you, holding him.

"hey, hey, it's okay, Luci. i need you to wake up, my love" you coo softly, looking down at his face.

his eyes open swiftly and his wings open to their full size, knocking the nearby painting off the wall.

"hey, you're okay. it's okay" you say to him, your heart breaking as he looks up at you with fear in his glossed-over eyes.

"you...you're still here? you didn't leave?" Lucifer says softly, his hand reaching up to touch your face. your heart aches even more as he says this.

"no baby, i didn't leave. i'll never leave. i promise" you say, running your fingers through his hair.

his large red irises bore into you lovingly as a tear falls from his eye.

"you...you won't?" Lucifer questions, and you shake your head.

"never ever. i'll stay here as long as you'll let me" you say, leaning down to peck his lips.

he looks up at you with a small smile. his eyes say everything his mouth can't right now.

"come on, Luci. let's go back to bed." you say, guiding him to lay back down. once you're comfortably situated, he buries his face in your chest and falls asleep rather quickly.

you giggle softly, "good night Lucifer. i love you"

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING DIFFERENT !!! OSCAR P. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oscar piastri wasn’t usually like this, but she was so lost in her feeling that all she could do was listen to him.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, mean dom!oscar (heavy on dom), fingering, brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, short smut because i just wrote this lol

note: (s)creaming. pls send some asks my way! enjoy xx

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it was as if she had lost her lungs from writhing and whining. 

her legs violently shook as she came for the fifth time tonight, her eyes glistening with overwhelming pleasure and her mouth letting out nothing but a silent whine. her body was on fire from the endless orgasms she had gotten through the night.

yet oscar piastri kneeled in front of her with his thick cock still stiff as ever, his chest rising as his head beaded with sweat. he looked at her as if he hadn’t just fucked her brain out for ages. 

he wasn’t usually like this. he looked like a man on a mission— a mission to give his girlfriend endless orgasms until she’s unable to walk for a whole month. he just came home from a long double header and here he was now— waiting for her to calm a little bit before his fingers started to touch her glistening cunt again.

he watched her cunt clench around nothing, licking his lips when her cum dripped down to her puckered hole. his fingers slowly pressed and rubbed on her clit, eliciting a mumble of, “too much, ‘scar,” from his partner as he shushed her softly. 

he wasn’t like this. he would’ve allowed himself to cum after she’d cum all over his mouth and fingers— now he expected her to cum all over his cock repeatedly and have her beg for it. 

he wasn’t this demanding either. if anybody would dare ask what the fuck happened to the quiet and polite oscar, his girlfriend would answer with a shrug… should she come back from her high by then. 

“gonna fuck you more, baby,” he murmured, his fingers traced on her lips before sliding two fingers inside her cunt. 

she squealed, “o- oh! fuck!” pressure built up in her lower stomach as oscar’s fingers curled up against her sensitive spot. 

“oscar, ‘s too much, too- hah! fuck! ‘s too much!” her legs began to kick away from him, but his other hand had pushed her down to where she was and his fingers relently fucked her cunt. 

“you got one more,” he muttered and looked at her firmly, “stay still.”

“os- it’s too much! please!” she pleaded. she didn’t even know what the fuck she was pleading for. all she knew was that her body was desperately writhing under his touch and her cunt was throbbing around his fingers. 

he tsked, “you have more in you, baby. don’t lie to me.”

“‘m not,” she sobbed, her voice jumping an octave as she cried out, “fuck— i’m cumming again, fuck fuck! shit~”

he crooned, “see? you’re a good girl f’me aren’t you?”

“fuuuuck~ oscar, please,” her eyes were shut tightly as she begged, “i’m gonna— oh my goooood~ can i-“

“can you what, princess?” oscar’s face feigned innocence, yet his thoughts were nothing but sinful as he smirked and fucked her. “tell me. can you what?” 

“can i- i-“ she was running out of words, eyes were letting go of her tears. 

she wasn’t sure if she hated this version of oscar or not. because oscar trusted her enough to show this side of him— the more assertive and dominant one. she loved him, really. 

but god was she so fucking frustrated that he wouldn’t finish her thought process already. he wouldn’t just tell her immediately to cum before she could even say it. he was fucking her relentlessly with his fingers and he was still expecting her to answer. 

she whined, uttering incoherent words as oscar tutted and demanded quietly, “i can’t read minds, baby. tell me what you want.” 

yet she let nothing out, whining and shaking against his touch.

then… nothing. 

she almost cried when the pressure in her stomach faded away immediately, her eyes opening quickly as he looked at her with sheer disappointment in his face. 

she babbled, “b- but-“ 

“you weren’t listening, baby,” he laughed mockingly, pressing a sweet kiss that contrasted with his cruel words, “i told you. if you can’t tell me what you want i’m not gonna give it.” 

“os-“ her lips formed a deep pout as oscar scoffed. she was just so fucked out— she couldn’t find herself to even argue. 

“you should’ve tried harder, princess,” he murmured, “i would've let you cum again. and again. and again.” 

“but you didn’t listen,” he tutted again and clicked his tongue. “you’re so spoiled that you thought you could easily get things that you want without telling me, hm?” 

“‘s a good thing ‘m here,” oscar pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock prodding at her wet cunt. 

she whimpered at the feeling, wriggling against him before his hand slapped the side of her thigh. the impact left her moaning as he muttered, “you better start asking sweetheart— or else ‘m gonna have to fuck the word ‘please’ out of you.” 

so much for a quiet, polite man. 

he was so different that she wasn’t sure if she had the answer for the sudden change, either. all she knew was that she needed to behave and be vocal if she wanted to cum on his cock. 

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen

♡   moony’s reminder 🅴 (explicit edition): @glitterf1

[samuelsdean]

Stay With Me

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary:  "you’ve been shot countless times, huh?” “that sounded a bit more reassuring in my head.”

genre: angst & fluff

word count: 1.1k

author's notes: almost a year of no writing, but i'm finally home (i posted a new fic)! it's been one hectic year for me. uni was crazy & i started my clinical rotations. plus, i did my thesis & it even got a distinction mark so i'll be presenting it at a research congress pretty soon (yay!). with that, i'm really sorry for ghosting ao3 & tumblr. i couldn't find the time to insert it in between uni & breaking down lol. anyway, i'll be posting a lot more while i'm on break. i hope you'll enjoy reading my first fic after a year of zzz. have fun!

YOU CAN HEAR SIRENS AND PEOPLE SHOUTING.

They say when you are knocking on death’s door, hearing is the last of your senses you will lose. If you’re dying, you don’t know it. Nothing makes sense at the moment. It’s all just blurry hues of blues and reds and shouting—Stay with me—the smell of something metallic. The only thing you’re sure of right now is that your head hurts and it seemed like a van ran right through you with how achy your body feels right now. 

Who’s  that? You mused. Why are they yelling at me?  I’m  right here. You turned your head slightly and tried to open your eyes.

It’s quite the task.

“T-That’s it,” The person, whom you think was yelling at you, said. “Stay with me, Y/N. Don’t close your eyes.”

You groaned and gripped the person's hand tightly as if to stand up, but you couldn't. Everything ached. And the person holding you, just kept on talking, their voice a low murmur at first. But even through the haze of pain, it was starting to sound familiar. You recognized that dulcet tone, the rich, smooth sound that could captivate your attention with random facts or lull you to sleep with equal ease.

The voice, you realized with a flicker of a smile, belonged to Spencer, its familiar cadence a warm current cutting through the blossoming pain.

“Reid?” You croaked.

Your throat’s dryer than any other desert in existence right now. And you sound worse than you look—you think—you don’t know for sure, except the fact that you can’t move much.

“It’s me,” Spencer chuckled while sniffling. “I’m right here.”

“What’s going on?”

Even through the haze of pain, a new wave of discomfort bloomed in your shoulder, sharp and insistent. Before you could react and get up, Spencer's hand tightened on yours, his voice laced with a tremor you'd never heard before. "Don't move, Y/N. You've been shot."

He applied pressure on your wound—which you just noticed. The pain hit you in a delayed wave, a white-hot stab that stole your breath. You hissed a weak sound that did little to mask the spike in your heart rate. 

"Stop moving or you're gonna bleed out even more!" Spencer's voice, usually so calm and collected, was laced with a raw panic you'd never heard before.

"Easy there, tiger," you tried to joke, your voice raspy. "I've been through worse. I’ve been shot countless times. W-why are you so worried?"

The question came out in a shaky whisper, the concern evident in his voice a stark contrast to the usual intellectual debates you shared.

Spencer's grip tightened, momentarily cutting off your circulation. "Because you could have died, Y/N!" he snapped, his voice cracking with a choked sob. "You… you were…"

He trailed off, unable to put into words the terrifying image that had flashed before him when he saw you collapse, after hearing the sound of a bullet whizzing by and hitting you.

The sight of your vulnerability stripped away his usual composure, leaving a raw fear he couldn't conceal. It took him a moment to regain his composure, his voice softening as he continued, "You shouldn't be so glib about this. It was a nasty shot, close to a major artery."

Despite the pain, a warmth bloomed in your chest. You'd never seen Spencer like this, so shaken and afraid.

"Okay," you murmured, forcing a weak snicker. “I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, at least I got you to patch me up, right, Dr.Reid?"

A ghost of a smile glinted across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Hold still," he mumbled, amused but also bothered at your dreadful timing for jokes. He applied pressure more gently this time. "You’ve been shot countless times, huh?”

“That sounded a bit more reassuring in my head” You quipped. 

A bit lightheaded from the pain, you clutched Spencer’s hand. The shriek of approaching sirens and the glare of headlights cut through the haze. You struggled to focus on the lifeline thrown in a storm of confusion.

"They're here," Spencer said, his voice tight. A sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual cool composure.

"About time," you rasped, trying to lighten the mood. The effort cost you a fresh wave of dizziness, the world tilting slightly on its axis.

To which, Spencer shot you a look that was half-annoyed, half-worried. "Don't try to be a hero. You're losing a lot of blood. Any movement can dislodge the clot forming in your wound, renewing the bleeding. So, stop moving!"

"Just keeping things interesting," you mumbled, the words slurring slightly. “Wouldn’t want my last moments here on earth to be so grim…”

Spencer's jaw clenched for a moment, then he sighed, the sound heavy with relief. "You always were a pain," He muttered, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You’re  going to be okay, he thought.

The sirens reached a fever pitch, pulling up right beside you. A flurry of activity erupted as paramedics swarmed, the rest of the team trying to make sure you were tended to and that you were going to be okay, their movements a bit panicked but practiced, and efficient. Relief washed over you, a sweet wave that threatened to pull you under. 

"Hold on, Y/N," Spencer said, his voice desperate despite the composure of his words. He kept his hand pressed firmly on your wound, his touch a grounding anchor in the chaos. “Help is here. Everyone’s here. Just… stay with me, okay?"

"Going somewhere," you slurred, your eyelids drooping.

"No, you're not," he said fiercely, his voice barely a whisper above the shouts of the paramedics. "You're coming with us."

You coughed a sharp rasp that sent a jolt of pain through your shoulder. "Stats say shoulder wounds aren't usually fatal," you wheezed, trying to distract yourself from the ache.

Spencer's hand stilled for a moment, looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. "What?"

"Yeah," you continued, your voice weak but persistent. "L-look, I get it, you're scared. But statistically, shoulder wounds aren't as serious..." Your voice trailed off as a wave of nausea washed over you.

"Maybe you shouldn't be reciting medical statistics right now," Spencer said sharply, his voice laced with a hint of panic.

“S-shouldn’t that be my line, boy genius?” You continued to joke, as the world dissolved into a scramble of flashing lights and blurry faces.

The last thing you registered was the feel of Spencer's hand tightening around yours, his touch a silent promise that resonated louder than any siren.

[hyewka]

I just read your public vibrator gyu. GOOD LORD I NEED A TYUN ONE, but like in the car where the both of you were supposed to go on a late night drive and every time the stop lights go red, the vibrator goes into its highest setting this goes on until poor little tyunnie is sobbing and needs to fucked dumb in the car PLS PLS PLS I NEED IT I NEED IT SO BAD I take one look at tyun and my brain immediately goes "I need to fuck him"

im obsessed with usually composed subs that get bratty when you start to push and push, taehyuns perfect for that lol

idk why but him specifically in work business attire, tie perfectly adjusted, black framed glasses propped up as he stirs the wheel with one hand is sooo attractive but whats even more attractive is getting him to lose his shit when hes not supposed to. i know this isnt exactly what you asked but i think an enemies with a fuck buddy situation going on would be sooo hot here, so easy to get him agitated

he shifts in his seat like it’s nothing when you turn it up a notch. “really?” he scoffs incredulously, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “you’re gonna try that again?”

you twirl the lollipop between your fingers, not even looking at him. “focus on the road, taehyun,” you say, sounding almost bored.

he barely reacts. barely. but you catch it from your peripheral vision-- the way his jaw clenches, how his fingers grip the steering wheel just a little too tight. he’s pretending—he always pretends like he can handle it, like he’s composed, but you know better.

first red light. you turn it up, and he immediately jolts in his seat, biting his lip so hard you think he might draw blood. “s-stop… i’m trying to drive—are you insane?!” he grits.

“and doing such a good job of it,” you chuckle, leaning over to trace a finger along the line of his tie. "i'm just dying to know how long you’ll last like this.”

“fuck off,” he growls, but the effect is ruined when his hips jolt as you poke at his crotch. the gasp that escapes his lips is so sudden, so embarrassing, you can’t help but grin.

“what was that?” you tease, poking him again, watching his body spasm. “can’t handle it, can you? poor tyunnie.”

it's pissing you off slightly that taehyun's still holding onto that facade, eyes focused straight ahead like he’s actually going to make it through this. he's making this tougher than your patience allows.

the light turns green, and he slams on the gas a little too hard, jerking the car forward. you snort, watching his legs tremble under the strain. “you look so pathetic. can’t even keep it together on a simple drive. how’d you even get your promotion acting like this?”

“s-shut up—” he tries to snap back, but he's barely holding it together. you hate admitting it, but he's so god damn attractive it drives you up a wall. he keeps adjusting his tie and his eyes keep glancing around the road. he’s a mess, glasses slipping down his infuriatingly perfect nose and all.

next red light. you crank it up again. taehyun’s head drops back against the seat, his chest heaving, hips bucking helplessly as he lets out a low, broken moan. “shit—please, stop, i c-can’t—”

then, as if giving in to the desperate haze clouding his mind, his hand shoots down, fingers fumbling at the waistband of his slacks like he’s going to jerk himself off right there.

before he can even start, you smack his hand away, hard and fast, making him gasp and look at you with wide, desperate eyes.

“bad, bad boy,” you chide. “don't you dare touch yourself, keep your hand on the wheel.”

he stares at you, incredulous, his breathing heavy, but he’s too wrecked to come up with a response.

you tug on his tie, pulling it tight against his throat. "bite down."

taehyun surprisingly doesn’t hesitate, sinking his teeth into the tie, his moans muffled as he tries to grind down into the seat, his hips moving on their own.

when he starts driving again, your finger circles his crotch, enjoying the taste of the artificial sweet cherry flavor on your tongue (and of course, how loud he's shamelessly being). “you act like a brat at work because you like being put in your place outside of it, right? no wonder you’ve been such a pain lately. guess this is what you’ve been wanting all along.”

he chokes on his own breath, a strangled noise escaping him, his cheeks flushing red. spit starts to drip down his chin, wetting the tie he’s biting down on. you roll your eyes. "disgusting."

third red light. you turn the vibrator to its highest setting. his body jerks violently, a sob ripping from his throat as he slams the brakes, forehead resting against the wheel. “no, no, fuck, fuck—i c-can’t—”

you reach over and slide your hand down, palming the hard length of his cock through his pants, feeling the wet spot where he’s already leaking. “so fucking wet for me,” you murmur, your fingers pressing into him, making his hips jolt. “you’re such a fucking mess.”

he’s sobbing now, still biting on his tie, completely ruined, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs, practically shaking in his seat.

you just smirk, watching him unravel. “poor thing,” you coo, leaning closer to his ear. “so desperate to cum, but you don’t deserve it, do you? look at you, sobbing like a little bitch.”

“plthse,” he slurs through the fabric, the words barely audible, muffled and wet. “i’ll b-be good—just lemme cum, plthse—i can’t take it anymore.”

you press harder against his cock, feeling him throb under your palm. “you’re not cumming until i say so,” you whisper, your hand sliding down to cup his balls through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. taehyun’s hips jerk up, chasing your hand like a dog in heat. “but keep begging. i like it when you beg."

[stardust-sunset]

lol crying headcanons??

Ponyboy Curtis

He is a quiet crier

Like he just sits with his mouth slightly open and his eyes shut for a moment before he just lets out the quietest, most pitiful sob you’ve ever heard

He’s very sniffly and gaspy when he cries

I feel like he’s the type to apologize for crying because he has a toxic mindset when it comes to emotions

“I’m sorry, I *gasp* don’t know wh- *gasp* what happened, I…”

He can’t even finish his thoughts

He kinda likes to be held when he cries. He never openly admits it but the gang knows he just likes to be hugged so he can bury his face in someone’s shoulder

NEVER cries in public. Ever.

He waits until he gets home and locks himself in his room

Sodapop gets to him the fastest in terms of calming down. Darry is still learning but he’s Pony’s second best bet

He always cries after a nightmare. Every single time.

Soda wakes up almost every night to Pony’s face buried in his chest while he just trembles and he feels his chest getting wet with tears and snot

He doesn’t mind at all

One time Pony actually went to Darry and nearly scared the shit out of him until Darry realized it was just Pony

Hes very hiccupy too when he cries

Sodapop Curtis

Oh my god, the loudest crier you’ll ever hear

He sounds like he’s being strangled when he cries (out of sadness or anger at least)

Hes a huge bawl baby. I’m sorry. Even as a baby he constantly screamed and cried.

When he’s genuinely sad he literally just dinks to his knees. He’s not even trying to be dramatic. It’s like everything is weighing on his so hard he can’t stand up

When he’s angry crying that’s when you know he’s on the verge of yelling. He only goes off on Pony and Darry one time and it was directly after the death of their parents because Pony said something downright nasty to Darry about how if it weren’t for his birthday their parents would be alive and Darry shoots back with if Pong used his head more maybe they wouldn’t have had to go back for it

And Soda just bursts into tears and blows up

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! BOTH OF YOU! YOU DONT FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT ON MY PARENTS NAMES! YOU DONT FUCKING DO THAT! THEIR DEATHS WERE NEITHER OF YOUR FAULTS SO DONT YOU DARE FUCKING SAY THAT! DONT SAY THEIR GODDAMN NAMES IF YOURE JUST GONNA USE THEM IN YOUR ARGUMENTS! DONT EVER SAY THEIR FUCKING NAMES AGAIN!”

Pony and Darry just go quiet because Soda is standing there trembling like a chihuahua, tears streaking down his cheeks, his blonde hair a mess and his cheeks red as he quietly gasps for air and hiccups between words

That was the only time he ever really fully angry cried

When he happy cries he’s a straight up delight

His cheeks get all rosy and he has this big smile and he just lets out a mic between a laugh and a sob as he gathers whoever made him happy enough to cry in a bone crushing hug

Hes genuinely a pretty crier (fuck him honestly like stop being pretty for two seconds god)

His cheeks get all red and his brown eyes get all glimmery. He’s straight out of a fucking soap opera I swear

Bro uses up all his fuel crying. Whatever emotion it is afterwards he’s always like “Darry I want food :/“

Darry Curtis

Darry like…never cries. Ever.

But honestly? When he does cry he’s having a full blown mental breakdown or something has to happen to make him cry

In the book, Pony kinda said his chest shook when he sobbed and I kinda see that happening

He tends to tremble a lot when he cries. His hands get all shaky. That’s usually the first indicator he’s working himself up.

Second indicator is that his legs start bouncing and he starts pacing like a caged animal

Then he just starts sobbing. And it’s rough.

Like in the book I feel like when Pony came back he just ended up holding Pony in a bear hug while he ugly cried into Pony’s shoulder

He’s kind of a mess when he’s crying

He tries to soothe himself but honestly it doesn’t really work. So Sodapop takes over for a bit.

Soda knows exactly what to do and post book, Pony starts helping more too

Soda is the one to ground Darry when he cries. He’ll hold Darry, rub his back, rub his neck, play with his hair, whatever

Pony is more vocal. He helps bring Darry back to reality because usually Darry’s crying bouts come from anxiety and things from the past that pop up and give him a hard time

Pony knows all the breathing exercises and tends to help Darry out a lot with regulating breathing

Darry honestly just needs alone time after he cries. He cries so hard sometimes he just needs to go to sleep after

When this happens, Soda and Pony will do little things around the house. They fold the laundry, wash the dishes, one time they even deep cleaned his truck

They also leave little notes of envouragment around where they know Darry will see it. That also helps calm him down.

maybe i’ll make a pt 2 lol

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter- Lots of dumbification, dollification, choking, smacking (face, ass, titties) rough sex, rough kissing, brat taming, HEAVY Daddy kink, breeding kink.

ꕥ Word Count- 9.5K

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

Chapter 7 - Masterlist

Chapter 8

Two months later

You’re in class, back at college now, and you’re tapping your pen on the desk, with Nobara on one side of you, Yuuji on the other. Megumi is directly in front of you, running a hand through his spiky hair. It hurt even looking at Megumi, honestly, because damned if you didn’t see Toji so much in him every day. They didn’t look exactly alike, of course but…

It brought back brutal memories, of Toji’s tall figure walking away, of you desperately wishing for some way to contact him. You ended up sobbing in your room for the rest of your spring break, and no matter what Shiu tried to say, there was no talking to you. Even Mei tried her best, trying to comfort you, but it didn’t work, nothing worked.

You miss him.

You miss how his scar twitches when he smirks at you, you miss his scent, you miss his rude ass remarks and his gruff personality. You miss his nasty jokes, the way those eyes drink you in, the lewd way he touched you. God, his touches alone still make you shiver if you think about them. But mostly? You miss being in his arms, even if it was for a moment after sex.

You miss his kisses.

You miss Toji Fushiguro, the only man you’ve ever felt anything for, the man that’s long gone out of your life. You don’t even know if you can get over it, not when he’s still in your dreams. There is some party tonight, Nobara and Yuuji are making you come along, Nobara knows about it but she hasn’t shared it with Megumi, thank God.

The bell rings, and Nobara brushes back her strawberry blond locks, smiling at you. “Are you ready for tonight? We can get dressed up together!”

“For sure.” You say, struggling to sound normal, but you could tell Nobara noticed the sadness in it, as she rubs your shoulder.

“I’m not gonna puke tonight, swear!” Yuuji says enthusiastically, you turn to him and giggle as he wraps an arm around both of your waists. Nobara smacks at him, causing him to pout cutely, you ruffle his pink hair, making him blush a bit.

“You’ll totally puke. I’m not holding your hair back!” You tease, and that earns another pout, as Megumi walks over to you all, giving you a small smile.

“Hey, can we talk?” Megumi asks you, and you tense a bit, then nod. “Cool, let's take a walk together?”

“Sure thing.” You wave goodbye to Yuuji and Nobara, and you and Megumi start walking out of the school, it’s getting hot now, you feel the sun warming your skin, it’s not something you went out in much anymore.

You were always a homebody but losing Toji made it worse.

“So… my dad.” You pause then, eyes wide as you look up at Megumi, seeing his green eyes that remind you too much of Toji. Your own eyes flutter shut for a moment with just how hard it is to look at him, especially when…

“Your dad?” Your voice squeaks. It squeaks.

“Yeah. He’s asked about you? Too many times for me not to…”

Shit.

“He asked about me?” You mumble, looking away as you two walk along the courtyards. Megumi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly then.

“Yeah, and I know you all are pretty close. I mean you knew him when I didn’t even, but it’s weird, yeah?” You’re unable to even look at him.

“What’d he ask?”

“Well, about how you’re doing. If you’re dating Yuuji again-”

“What!?”

“Yeah it was weird. I wasn’t gonna bring it up but he’s coming to visit… and he doesn’t ever. And now…”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” You both walk side by side awkwardly, and there is a little cafe. “Want a coffee?”

“Sure.” You both make your orders then take your seats, the grinding of the coffee beans smells so good when it hits. You sigh, sitting back in the little booth next to Megumi Fushiguro, you’re both feeling awkward.

“Um… how do I ask this-”

“Um… how do I say this-”

You both speak at the same time, as you run a finger across the rim of your coffee, humming a bit to yourself. Megumi is flushed, his cheeks red.

“Did you sleep with-”

“I kinda fucked your-”

You both stare at each other again.

“Shit. You did!?” Megumi’s eyes are wide as he stares at you, and you can do nothing but sigh, looking away.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Megumi. I know it’s weird.”

“Why are you sorry? I can’t believe him.” He slams a fist down, dark brows drawing together. You tense a bit at his tone, shaking your head, putting a hand on his and feeling him tense up.

“Megumi, it was mutual.”

“He’s old though.”

“He’s not that old.”

“Oh god!” He sighs, running a hand down his face. You are just looking nervously at the cup now, his fist eases under your grip but he’s still tense. “But it’s awful of him to do, I was hoping he had grown the fuck up some.”

“He has grown up a bit, I swear. He’s much more thoughtful. But yeah, it ended up horrible. My dad… well he beat the shit out of him.”

“Ah shit…” Megumi’s frowning, not looking at you really, he’s studying his own coffee cup. “This is weird.”

“So weird. He never… your dad never hit me up though. Not once, in these two months, so… maybe he asked because he feels bad for the situation?” You say, trying not to allow the hurt to permeate your voice.

“Nah, it’s more than that. Why would he ask if you’re dating? Why would he ask if you’re going to this party tonight with us?”

“What?”

“Yeah. I don’t know, was it just fun or-”

“Not just fun. For me.” Your voice does break then, as all the emotion hits, and Megumi sighs again, putting a hand on your shoulder, pulling you against him then. “Megumi I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be, it’s not anything to apologize over. You’re both adults. He’s really old though.” You giggle a bit, snuggling on his shoulder.

“He had you pretty young, you know, he’s like forty.”

“Old.” You both laugh a bit then. “I don’t know, you’ve been my friend forever, and I really don’t like it, but I don’t think he’s a bad person. Maybe he makes dumb decisions, but he means well. I still can’t see where he thought this was a good idea, especially with your dad.”

“Ugh, you’re telling me. Dad was so mad, Toji just let him beat him up, it was fucking brutal. I expected him to say anything, but he did as dad wished, and completely let me go.” You feel tears hit your eyes and Megumi looks down at you with a frown as he runs a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You felt that much?”

“I said I loved him.” Megumi’s brows raise.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, shit. No, he didn’t say it back. I probably seem young and stupid to him.” You swipe at your eyes, looking into Megumi’s gaze, way too much like his father’s, it literally kills you, makes you remember how much you miss that damn asshole.

“Dad is stupid, so no way.” You both laugh a bit then, but it’s weird, awkward, and yet you feel better telling him. “Why didn’t you let me know?”

“How could I start this? Oh hey Megumi, fucked your dad.” He grimaces, and you giggle a bit. “See! Hey Megumi, want a step mommy?”

“Oh god, yuck don’t say that!” You are laughing too much now, and Megumi’s phone goes off, you tense when you see the number.

“Hmm, let’s see how he actually feels, yeah? That’ll determine if he was serious or not.” Megumi has this little smirk that is devious as shit.

“And do what!?”

He doesn’t answer, he swipes up the phone then, putting it on the camera, just as you two are cuddling in a damn booth. You internally curse, glaring at him, as he waves to Toji. “What’s up, Dad?”

“Hey kid, what ya doing? I’ll be there in a couple hours to get checked in the hotel. Wanna grab dinner?” Megumi pulls the camera back, and shows you on the damn phone, and Toji sees you. His mouth parts on the screen, his eyes wide, and your heart thuds in your damn chest.

“You know her, of course, we’re having coffee. Wanna say hi? Say hi, babes.” He kisses your cheek, and you’re furiously blushing, as Toji is glaring at you both, his jaw set harshly.

“Hey, old man.” You say softly, and he glares even more so now, as Megumi’s nearly shaking with laughter.

“Hey, doll, ya been good?” Megumi whispers in your ear.

“Snuggle me.”

Oh god.

Toji was gonna kill you.

You snuggle up to Megumi, smiling a bit, and you can damn near hear his raging thoughts through the video chat. “I’m so good, Toji. We’re all hitting a party tonight.”

“Thought you didn’t party?” He says tersely, Megumi slides the view back to him and smiles a bit, his eyes lidded as he pretends.

“Dragging her along, you know. Getting her more into college things. Maybe she’ll come with us next spring break!”

Silence.

“So I’ll probably see ya tomorrow, dad. Is that cool with you?” Megumi asks, and Toji is oddly quiet, and you can’t stand to look at him. It hurts too damn much.

“Yeah, but if ya need a ride or something, let me know. Got the car.” Toji says then, and Megumi smirks, looking a lot like his dad just then. “I have a car dad.”

“Meant…” He trails off, then says your name.

“Oh, don’t worry I’ll make sure she gets back safe!”

Silence again.

“Kay, kid, see ya later then.”

“Bye dad.” Megumi hangs up, looking mischievous as heck, peeking at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Megumi Fushiguro! You’re way more devious than you seem!” He chuckles a bit, he’s usually so serious, it shocks you.

“See his face oh my god! He was so mad. No, he definitely has feelings.” You nervously bite your lip. “But, are you done? Because your dad and… because it’s really fucking weird? Or do you wanna be happy?”

“Happy?” Your voice is faint.

“You’ve been so sad for the past two months, it all makes sense now. Do you want to put yourself first or not?”

“You’re oddly okay with it.”

“It’s really gross. And weird.” He shivers, and you giggle a bit, resting your chin in your hand, elbow on the little table. “But you have always known what you wanted. I don’t think you’ve even dated anyone serious.”

“I haven’t. Too many romance novels ruined me. But gosh, Toji absolutely isn’t romance material.”

“He’s so not. But the next move is on him. If he’s a dick to you, I’ll fight him by the way, I think I could take him.”

“Ahh, I love you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Let’s selfie this.”

“No!”

“Send it to him.”

“Megumi!” He’s grinning, and you all start to just talk, you leave out anything explicit, ridiculous, and he listens. “But why didn’t he ever try?”

“Probably because he feels bad. As he should.”

“He follows my Insta so I know he can.”

“Hmm… post pics from the party! Bet he comments.”

“No way… you wanna piss your dad off don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

You think for a moment, then reach out to text Nobara. “Fine then, I’ll go looking so slutty, test the theory.” You’re smirking now, Megumi’s energy is rubbing off on you. There’s a petty little part of you that wants him to lose his mind over you, it’s not mature, no it’s immature but…

You’re going for it.

***

“Damn you look hot! Where’s this coming from!?” Yuuji exclaims as you and Nobara show up to the party, you are dressed how you never would dress, you’re in a red plaid skirt with pleats, and a lacy black bustier, that leaves little to the imagination. Along with Nobara doing your makeup and your hair, straightened and silky, you look really…

“Hot. So hot. It’ll be perfect.” Megumi says then, and you’re flushing under the praise of your friends.

“All this for Toji!? What about me!” Yuuji comes close and pouts, you just pat his head until he brightens up, light brown eyes trying to be respectful and failing. “Wouldn’t I make him jealous?”

“I’m so not making out with you.”

“But why!” He’s cute when he pouts you realize, you’re just giggling now. Nobara rolls her eyes.

“You’re such a simp, Yuuji.” Yuuji glares at her now.

“Me? No, I’m just-”

“A simp.” Megumi confirms.

“You all are mean to me. Listen, I already kissed you. I know how.” Yuuji winks, then leans over and kisses your cheek, running as you go to smack him. You realize then just how many people are coming in, as so many stare at you.

“Hey, gorgeous…” A blonde boy came to you, sauntering up with a wink. “Want a drink?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Yuuji proclaims, earning your glare. “I’ll get you a drink.”

“Well, fine. But stop that!” You all go over to where there is a ridiculous amount of liquor and beer, as Yuuji is pouting at you. “What?”

“You love to break my heart. Cruel woman.” You roll your eyes, he’s so unserious.

“You don’t like me that way, stop that.”

“I do now!”

“Because I look hot?”

“Yeah- no! Uh uh.” You both shove at each other, as music starts blaring then, and you take a sip of a strong drink, wincing a bit at the bite. “But it’ll make your ��daddy’ so jealous.”

You gasp, in shock as he’s grinning. “Nobara told you!”

“Nah, I was sneaking in on your convo. You two leave me out!” You sigh, taking out your phone and opening your app then. The thought of Toji following you, seeing you… it thrills you in some twisted way. You knew he probably looked, but you had not posted in months, you were too devastated lately.

“Mmkay fine. We will take a selfie. You can kiss my cheek.” Yuuji bounces around at that, making you laugh at his enthusiasm. He’s just wearing a cute black and red hoodie and jeans, his hair all spiked up, he looks like he did in high school, middle school even. He comes over to you and bends down, kissing your cheek as you angle the camera.

“Mwah!” He smacks more kisses and you wipe it off, scrunching your nose up at him, as he leans over your shoulder to look. “Oooh, that filter.”

“I was thinking about this one too! Perfect. Posted.” You laugh, almost maniacally, and then Yuuji is dragging you to dance with him. “Yuuji I suck at dancing though.”

“Nah you’ve always been good at it.” He spins you in a little pirouette before you two start moving to the beat, precariously balancing your drinks. “Finally, a smile.”

“I know, I’ve not been myself lately.” You get spun again, as the drinks start to hit, and you just have fun, dancing with your friend. His energy is infectious. Some guys try to dance with you, or hit on you, but Yuuji is like a little angry dog, snatching you back up to him each time. “Yuuji… you’re so sweet.”

“Ooh, you’re buzzed, you’re being nice! Of course I am. Nobara and Megumi over there, look!”

You see Megumi awkwardly sipping his drink as Nobara is dancing in a stupidly expensive outfit. You giggle and drag Yuuji over there by his hand, a little breathless from the dancing, from the insane energy of the room. It’s loud, and there’s a sea of moving bodies to navigate through, a cacophony of loud bass music and talking, yelling and laughter.

It’s not your scene but you admit a party doesn’t hurt. “Babe lemme take a vid of you doing a shot!” Nobara says, and you hesitate.

“Take a good angle!” She does just that, and you let out a ‘whoo!’ right after. Then she hands you back the phone and you see it.

Inbox.

“Shit is it him!?” You nervously open it up, and sure the fuck it was from Toji, you errantly notice he has an Instagram photo of him half naked. You click, and the man has one photo with more likes than any of yours put together, and you were pretty popular on there.

“Shit, your dad looks hot, ‘Gumi.” Nobara says, peeking and Megumi rolls his eyes with a disgusted sigh, you’re too thirsty to speak. You remember those muscles rolling as he’d worked over your body, as he’d snapped his hips, as he pushed inside of you.

“Need to… go pee.” You mumble, leaving them to try to find a bathroom to hide in, navigating your way through the undulating bodies, moving in sync with the rhythm of the music, but you’re opening that message, and…

Toji: Come outside. Now.

You’re pausing, smacking right into someone’s back and nearly falling then, glaring at the phone. What!?

You: No ‘hello, how have you been?’ No ‘I’m sorry I didn’t even say bye to you’ just a creepy come outside!? The fuck, Toji?

Toji: Outside.

You curse internally, your entire body is thrumming with excitement, but also you are terrified. Was he here to shut you down? Did he even have feelings? Why, not until now…

You stand outside, shivering a bit as the cool breeze hits your mostly bare skin, and you peek around at the night, unsure of what exactly you’re waiting for. What you’re looking for. You end up leaning back on the wall of the frat house, filling it with chills as you open back up the phone.

“Hey, doll.” You gasp then, and you see him, Toji Fushiguro. He’s right in front of you, in that damn leather jacket you remember him putting on your shoulders, those soft jeans that hug him in places you can’t even look at. No, it’ll wreck your resolve. And you can’t just melt for him, you need answers. You need…

“What are you doing here?” You ask cautiously, as he’s even closer, your boots are touching his, and you can smell him, smell his sweat, and it does something to your goddamn senses then, you’re wet from the scent of this man.

He makes you pathetic. He’s not even doing anything.

“What am I doing here, huh? What do you think.” You glare up at him now, smacking at his hand when he brushes it down your cheek.

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t heard from you once. Not once. You wanna have fun while you’re here or something!?” Toji glares down at you now, bracing an arm over you, his hand resting on the wall. You feel so small and helpless, and fuck if you don’t get more turned on. Vivid images entrap your heated mind, of every position he’d had you in, of his-

Shit.

You cross your arms, drawing his attention to your breasts, and he licks that scar, before swiping it over a lower lip, but he doesn’t touch you, he just hovers. “You weren’t just some fun t’me, doll.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure, Toji, bet you’re just being a whole man whore again. And what do I care! I’m nothing to you.” You feel tears pouring down your eyes now, and you hate it, but the alcohol gives you even less resolve than you already have. Toji damn near growls, one hand cupping your face roughly.

“Look at me. Now.” You hesitantly peek up, it’s hard to see his eye color in the dark, they just look black. But you feel him, fuck you feel him, every damn bit, his energy, the heat of his body, his rough hand on your soft skin. “You think I’ve been fuckin around, huh?”

“We’re not together, so why wouldn’t you.” He sighs, shaking his head a bit, his dark hair falling over a brow then.

“Nah, doll, ya fuckin ruined me. I already told you. You’re the one clearly having… fun.” He chokes out the word like it’s disgusting. “And ya should, you’re young, that’s the right thing to do. But damned if I don’t wanna smack my own kid and his best friend for even being near you. Damned if I don’t wanna fuck you right here.”

His words kill you, you can barely stand it, you try to hold it in, this little whine that threatens the back of your throat, as he’s so strong, big, fucking hot right in front of you. How he looks at you, how he…

“You never said a word.” You whisper then, and you can’t stop the tears from falling. His lips go in a terse line then, as he bends down at the waist, face right at level with yours.

“What could I say? I wanted to do the right thing for once.”

“Letting me go was the right thing, huh?”

“It was, for you. Not for me.”

You suck in a breath, shutting your eyes, you can’t stand looking up at that handsome damn face. “Well, I’m happy, all moved on. So. Bye.”

You go to leave and he shoves you back by your waist, big hand taking it over, rough palm on bare skin, and you can’t hold back that whine then. Your head falls back, eyes still screwed shut. “Can’t even look at me when ya lie, can ya?”

“Fuck you Toji.”

“Fuck me, huh?” You nod, glaring back at him finally, and when your eyes lock, when he leans down, it’s over. He’s breathing in heavy pants, as he’s just a breath from you, you can damn near taste him. He’s cupping your face now, while his other still presses you back.

“Yeah… fuck you, Toji Fushiguro.” He’s got his forehead on yours, your noses are touching, your chest won’t stop heaving with your own breaths, mingling with his. “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” He’s pressing against you, hand slipping in your hair, yanking it back by the roots, shooting pain and pleasure right through your core, your thighs shift, and he groans softly.

“Yeah, hate you. Hate you. For leaving me, for making me feel things, for making me say stupid shit. Hate you so much.” You’re sobbing, sniffling and trying to hold it together, but you can’t, not when he’s this close.

“The only action I’ve gotten is jerking it to that video of you, that picture, the memory of the way you taste.” He speaks in hushed whispers, the breeze starting to whip around you both, lifting your little skirt, where you’re soaking your panties. “Believe me or don’t, but I haven’t touched anyone. How could I? Look at you.”

“Stop it, don’t. Don’t say it.” You shove at him and your hands touch his hard chest, you’re leaning up, you ache so badly to kiss him, to believe him.

“I wouldn’t care if ya did anything, I’d want you. I wouldn’t care if I had to wait for you. I wouldn’t care if I never had you. There’s no one.”

“You’re lying! You’re lying. You left.” You’re punching at him now, and he lets you, lets you hit him and hit him.

“Yeah I left, what was I supposed to do? You think I wanted to!? You think I wanted to leave?”

“Well you didn’t even try! Why now, why!?”

“Why… I meant to stay away. I really tried. But I’d get punched in the face every day if I can just taste you again.” His hushed, gruff words so vulnerable wreck you little resolve you have. “Turn me down, tell me I’m too old, tell me I ain’t shit. That you’re happy with that kid. Tell me.”

“No, no, no. No. Fuck you.” You’re shoving now then you smack him right in the face, glaring up through your watery tears. “Toji I hate you. You’ve ruined me.”

“You ruined me, doll. Fuckin wrecked me. I’d do anything to feel you again, to just drink your cum up.” Now he’s practically growling the words, and your head falls back against the wall, your eyes glazed over with want, reflected in his own. He’s got his big hands on your hips, tugging you to him. “Don’t even need to fuck, I just wanna fucking taste you again.”

“T-Toji…” You’re whimpering, clinging to him now, and he’s got a thigh right between yours, moaning, his eyes shutting.

“Fuck I can feel how hot you are.”

“Fuck you. Hate you.”

“I know, doll, I know.” Toji’s shoving that thigh up, pressing your hips down, and he’s sucking in a breath. “Awfully soaked for hating me, doll.”

“Hate you. Hate you. Mnh!” You’re grinding on him shamelessly, right outside a party, you don’t care you could fuck him right there. You could drop down and suck his cock, you could let him taste you, clean you after. You just want to kiss him. But… “What, one more time, Toji? Then you leave?”

“I don’t want to leave, I never wanna fucking leave. If I had it my way, I’d knock ya up and keep you in my goddamn house. You’d never even leave.”

“Psycho.”

“Bitch.”

You gasp. “Asshole!”

He scowls. “Brat.”

“Hate you!”

“Love you.” You open your mouth to retort, another insult, but his words through gritted teeth halt you.

“You don’t. You can’t. You couldn’t.” Your tears make it hard to see, and Toji’s thigh against you makes you eagerly grind, you’re pathetic, just humping him, and it’s better than anything you’ve felt in months since him.

“Doll, I’ve fuckin been in love. Stupid in love. Saying it just made it hurt more to leave you.” You’re shaking your head, no he can’t, he’s saying it… he doesn’t…

“Then what, ya leave again? Huh?” You’re clinging to him, your lips are so close, just a centimeter away. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, as all you can think about is him inside you.

“What do you want? I’ll do anything, fucking brat. Just tell me. How do I taste you again? How do I look at this pretty face while you cum?”

“Don’t say shit like that! You fuck me up.”

“You fuck me up existing. Ya know ya want it. I can feel you, dripping wet, bet you’re thinking about it.” He’s whispering in your ear now, as your hands entangle in his inky black locks, and his moan tickles your earlobe. “Admit it.”

“No I just hate you. I don’t want you.”

“No?” He pulls his leg back, making you whine, and he smirks then, your fingers itch to slap it off his face.

“I’m not a game.”

“You’re not a game, you’re just so beautiful it kills me. You’re just everything I see when I close my goddamn eyes. You’re the reason my dick is rubbed raw every night, because it’ll never feel like you.” You tremble in his hold, your hands clutching and pulling his hair hard, making him grunt in pain, as you whisper in his ear.

“I’ve played my clit so much, remembering you.” He’s moaning now, pulling you flush against his hard body, fuck it feels good, he feels good. “I’d cry out your name as I came, so wet my hands slip-”

He’s slammed his lips on yours then, and it ignites that insane desire, that need, as both of you devour each other, mouths molding, tongues shoving against each other, teeth bumping. You both can’t stop it, there’s no oxygen, just messy, desperate, sloppy kisses, as he picks you up, and you dangle off the floor, clinging to him, pressing against him.

“Need you. Fucking need to taste you. It’s all we’ll do if you want, please… doll just let me.” He’s so needy, his big hands taking over, as he speaks between kisses, as he’s pressing you against that wall, and you feel him, hard on you.

“You just wanna lick me, Toji? Don’t lie. Know you wanna fuck me.” He’s groaning, slamming his lips over yours again, biting at your lips. “Know you… mnh… wanna cum in me.”

“Jesus fucking…” He’s just carrying you then like you’re nothing, fuck you missed his strength, his scent, his kisses.

“One more time then. Then you’ll leave me. But y’know, I’ll take it.” You’re in a mix of desire, love and emotion, but he shakes his head, as you realize you’re now pressed against a hard metal car, him bending over you. He cups your face with his big fucking hands, squeezing then.

“I never wanted to fuckin leave. I wanted to do the right thing.”

“It wasn’t, Toji. It wasn’t.”

“Goddammit, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I ever-”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t ever apologize. I wanted it, why can’t you see? Why can’t you-”

Toji’s lips cut you off again, and he’s somehow got you inside a car, you blink in confusion when he’s right on the other side. “You’re comin’ with me, doll. Now.”

“What!? Where?” You’re dazed, as he shifts gears and starts driving like a crazy person.

“Hotel. Imma make it all up to you.” He’s sliding a hand up your thigh as he drives, feeling you, and you buck your hips at it, crying out in pleasure, a wet spot growing on your lacy little thong. He moans, pressing up, you grip his strong wrist, spreading your thighs for more.

“What, gonna… f-fuck me and leave?”

“Nah, gonna fuck you so good ya just drop out.” Toji’s words are toxic, Toji is toxic actually, but something about it makes you wetter, and he feels it. “Ya like that idea, doll, don’t ya?”

“No, I don’t! It’s stupid!”

“What? It’s what I want. I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you cumming…” He slides his finger under your panties now, when he finds you, both of you moan, loud. “Wouldn’t have to work. Don't do shit. Just stay home and let me eat you.”

“You’re fucking insane, old man. Crazy- ah! Fuck! Toji…”

“The way ya say my goddamn name.” He’s shoving a finger in you as he drives like some demon, and you can’t handle it, you’re damn near close from that, throbbing around his finger. “Soaked, doll… can’t wait to feel that pulsing around my cock.”

“I’m not gonna be a - ah- Housewife, Toji you’re crazy, mnh! You’ll just dis- disappear, again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He’s fingerfucking you, knuckles deep in your eager little cunt, and you’re drenched, dripping down his leather seats, down his hand. That pressure in your tummy is so intense you can’t take it, you feel so overheated.  “I should have stayed gone.”

“No. No… no. Want you. Want you.” You’re mindlessly moaning now, writhing in the chair. “Want you s’bad, Toji.”

“Fuck… you’re so wet. You’re so fucking beautiful, see ya every time I blink. Fucking ruin me.”

“You ruin- ah - me! Mnh please, how far!?” You whisper out, and before you can blink he’s parked, and he’s opening your door. 

Toji’s hand is like a vice around your wrist, his eyes burning with passion as he drags you through the hotel lobby. The cool air hits your flushed skin, making you shiver. You’re still in that damn skimpy outfit, and you can’t even take it, you can’t take not ripping his clothes off here. You want to hold out, but you can’t.

The elevator ride is torture, his hands taking over the nip of your waist, sliding up the sides of your breasts, touching you everywhere as his lips take you over, as if he’s committing every inch of you to memory. You want to be mad at him, but it’s impossible  when his kisses make your knees weak, when his touch makes your pussy throb.

Finally, you’re in the room, you’re so lost in him you don’t even notice anything about it, and Toji has slammed the door shut, leaving you both alone, completely alone. No fear of someone coming in, or coming home, or seeing. Just you both alone, and you stare at each other for a few moments, Toji’s forest eyes lit up as they slink down that outfit.

“Mad you went looking so slutty.” You glare, reaching to smack at him again, but he grabs your wrist with a smirk, and smacks you instead. You can’t hide the moan that escapes from feeling it sting your cheek, then you’re dripping as he grabs your throat, hand encircling it completely. “You’ve gotten enough hits in, fuckin brat. Need to fuck this attitude out of you.”

“Fuck you, Toji. You can’t fuck an attitude- mnnh!” He’s got one hand on your throat, squeezing ever so softly, then his other hand is sliding down your breasts, which come alive under his touch, thumb brushing a nipple. You’re moaning, teeth biting your lower lip now.

“Wanna bet, doll? Let’s try it out and see. I’ve had enough of it.” Toji plants a surprisingly soft kiss on them. “Other uses for that mouth.”

Then Toji shoves you down on your knees, still choking you as he bends down, but you’re loving it, you can’t even lie to yourself, as you’re looking up at him, your eyes glazed over. You eagerly unzip his jeans, he lets your throat go as you do, until you have his cock sprung free, and he’s groaning, his hands shaky as they entwine in your hair.

Your eyes lock, and he’s pulling hard then, as your little hand enwraps just a part of his thick length, and you lap up the precum from his reddened tip. “First gonna fuck your throat so hard you can’t bitch at me.”

You glare, but when he’s shoving his cock deep in your mouth you can’t take it, you’re so wet your panties are sticky now, as he’s fucking into your throat, and you’re sucking through your nose to take him. You make pathetic whining noises, craving friction so bad, as your throat burns from the stretch of taking him. Your nose is right against his black pubic hair, he holds you down and groans, cock twitching inside of your throat.

“Oh my fucking… f-fuck you’re s’good doll.” He’s pulling back now, but you yank him back to you, covered in drool and precum, tears falling down your cheeks.

“More.” You simply say, he leans back a bit but you’re yanking him by his thighs, sucking so hard your cheeks hollow. He’s not moving anymore, he’s actively holding back, as you slide up and down him with your little hands.

“Doll, enough. I wanna-”

“Mmm-mmm.” You’re mumbling, you can feel him so close, you want that cum down your throat so bad, but he yanks you off him then, yanking the fuck out of your hair. “What, lemme-”

“Gonna make me cum, fuckin stop. Slutty brat.” You just grin, licking his salty precum off your lower lip.

“Then cum.” He’s glaring down at you, then he’s yanking you up by your hair, making you impossibly more ready.

“You’re thinking you tell me what to do. Nuh-uh, doll. I see school really ain’t teaching you brats shit.” He’s pushing you onto the bed then, yanking up your skirt and easing your panties down, your legs are shaking as his hand runs down them. You think you see him put those panties in his jeans. “This school girl skirt too? Tryna fucking kill me.”

“Old pervert. Ow!” Toji smacks the fuck out of your ass, the air stings it, as he’s bunched your skirt up.

“Back in my day- since I’m so fuckin old to you- you got your ass beat for talking back.” He smacks you again, hard. “Aww, what’s wrong doll?”

“Hurts, dick! Mmm!” He’s sliding a finger in your tight little cunt then, and you’re clinging to those thin hotel blankets, as he shoves your head down into the bed, finger fucking you so good you’re pathetic.

“Seems ya like it, huh doll?” He smacks you across your thighs now, right over your cunt, and you can’t even function, you’re damn near drooling at how good that pain feels. He yanks your head back up. “Asked ya a question, brat. Answer.”

“You’re a… fuck you, Toji.” He smacks you hard again, and you scream out in pain, as he’s holding your head up with that painful pull. “Ow shit!”

“Answer.”

“F-fine. I like it, okay!?” He lets your hair go now, then he’s unzipping your skirt, flipping you around to face him now, his fingers run up and down the satin strips of your bustier, leaving goosebumps on your shoulders.

“Take it off, doll. Show me what’s mine.” You lean back, feeling his eyes drink you in. You reach back to unhook it, pulling it over your head now, your breasts bouncing slightly as they’re released. Toji groans, his eyes darkening as his big hands squish your breasts. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever fuckin seen.”

“Miss them?” You murmur, your hands shoving his top up now, revealing the hard planes of his perfect abdomen, his little trail of hair under his belly button, watching goosebumps rise on his skin.

“What a dumb fuckin question, I stare at these in that picture and cum to them.” He’s yanking off his shirt, then you’re pulling him to you, as his cock is fully released when he takes off those pants. “Doll…”

“Fuck them then.” He blinks a bit, and you hold them together, blinking your lashes up at him. “What, haven’t done it?”

He laughs then, head falling back for a moment. “I’m having a wet dream, aint I? Can’t be real.”

“You scared to titty fuck, Toji? You don’t know when you can again. You’re gonna disappear- ah!” He’s gripping your chin tightly, and you’re melting at his power, you relish in making him so fucking mad, those veins popping out the side of his neck, as he makes you feel so small.

“Open up.” You do as he orders, then he’s spitting right in your mouth, making you glare as your tongue is hanging out, then he’s shoving your mouth closed, thumb pressing against your pulse point. “Yes I’ve fucked titties, damned brat. No, I’ve never fucked titties like these. Now, ask me nicely, like a good little girl.”

You gulp it down, gripping his wrist now, and he eases his grip off. “Please fuck my titties, Daddy.” Toji loses it, as he always does at that, and you can’t hide the satisfied smirk at watching those rugged cheeks blush, as he holds your tits together, squishing them, and his cock is between them. “Mmm, lemme…”

You spit down his tip, swirling it around, and he’s damn near whimpering, as now his cock is slippery between your tits, and he’s fucking them, up and down steadily. Your thighs are rubbing together as you grind shamelessly on the bed now, watching his every expression, your own hand sliding between your thighs finally. He scowls, yanking your wrist up.

“Didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?” You grin, and he’s scowling even deeper, thin black brows lowering over his eyes.

“I’m so wet though.” You pout, and he pulls back then, leaving you for a moment, and you blink as he comes back with rope. “What, you plan on kidnapping me!?”

“Damn right.” Your laughter dies when he’s tied your wrists in a wickedly tight knot, making you wince. “Would love to keep you tied up and breed your lil cunt till you’re broken.”

“Toji, fucking stop that shit!” Toji is making you lose feminism, and you really don’t like that but…

“Don’t like that idea? Being my lil fuck doll? Not a thought in that pretty head?” He’s leaning down now, kissing your forehead, but it’s not sweet somehow, it’s fucking lewd. You’re trembling, breathless, and you can’t respond, not when he’s shoving you down on your back, pushing your tied wrists up, his lips kissing around one areola, before sucking a peak into his hot mouth.

Your nipples perk right up into his mouth’s hot embrace, you feel his scar against your breast, you ache to grip his hair, moaning as you feel the weight of him on you, back arching for more. His other hand squishes your breast tightly, as his teeth nip down on a peak, the pain shooting down your tummy, you feel helpless and you crave it, crave more.

“Toji…” You whine out, and he smacks your titty then, you suck in a breath. “Daddy!”

“Good girl.” He kisses your breasts as a reward, dark green eyes peeking up at you, your hand itches to brush that hair off his forehead now as it falls. He’s got stubble that’s brushing against your delicate skin, reddening it as he keeps sucking, kissing, tongue lavishing every bit. “Only I can touch you.”

“Till you leave?” He sighs, kissing up your neck, biting so hard you black out for a moment, cupping your face.

“Missed you so much, doll, y’know that?” He murmurs, his breath hot against your lips, your breaths come quicker, breasts that are covered in his saliva and decorated with red spots heaving against his hard chest. “I couldn’t think of anything but you.”

“Don’t say that!” You wriggle under him, until he shoves you down in the bed. “I can’t believe that. It’ll hurt more when you go. Just fuck me, fuck me so good I forget that you’ll leave.”

“I’ll never let ya go, doll. I don’t know how the fuck this will go, I am sure I’ll get killed by your goddamn dad, but I wanna try. I can’t stand it without you. Without that gorgeous face scowling at me.” You laugh through your tears, and you see the emotion in his own gaze, the stern set of his jaw.

“I missed you so much it hurt. It hurts so much without you, you have no idea.” You whisper, as he kisses down your throat, making you gasp, fingers clenching and unclenching, going numb from the tie. “You’re all I think about, all I want, all I dream about. I hate you for it.”

Toji groans, his teeth grazing your neck, making you whine, then he grabs you again, kissing you so hard you can feel your teeth clicking, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumbing your hard nipple. You moan into his mouth, and he pulls back, looking right into your goddamn soul.

“You’re mine, doll. You always were. And now, I’m gonna show you just how much I need you, how much I want you. How much I fucking love you.” You cry out when his hands are on your thighs, pushing them apart, his fingers digging into the muscles.

“Toji, fuck you for saying that. Fuck you.” He’s kissing down the valley of your breasts, which rise and fall with each breath, as he slides his finger between your soppy wet lips, which drool down them.

“You hate me, doll, yeah?” You just nod, and he’s kissing further down, picking up your body like nothing, shoving you up the bed. “Tell me how much, doll.”

“Hate you more than anything. Ah!” He’s swiping his tongue along your slit, teasing your clit, making you squirm and buck your hips. “Toji!”

“Mmm, why do you hate me? Tell me, doll.” He’s spreading you wide open, tongue sliding in and out of you, his teeth grazing your clit, making you whine. You can feel yourself getting closer, closer, so goddamn quick as you feel him. You’re damn near screaming as you press into the firm bed, and he’s groaning against you.

“H-hate you for m-making me love you. Stupid Toji. Fuck-fuck you.” He’s gripping you bruisingly now, rutting his cock against the mattress for some friction, he’s aching to slide into your cunt so bad he can’t even take it.

You should hate him, of course you should, but fuck you taste so good, your arousal dripping down his tongue like honey, as he’s sliding his tongue to the underside of your little clit. You scream out, shoving your hips up to fuck his face, and oh he missed this, he missed you. Toji missed you cumming all over him, soaking his entire face.

Toji misses being near you, he misses your cries, he misses the feel of your skin, so soft against his rough fingers. He looks up at you, those lush breasts bouncing as you jerk up again, then to your pretty, perfect little face. You’re looking down at him, your brows drawn together, your eyes drunk with pleasure, as he slides a finger in your syrupy wetness, you’re so goddamn tight it makes him leak more precum.

“Why else, doll?” He cooes, he knows you love him, he knows you’re full of it, that you’re hurt. You should be hurt.

Your mouth opens as he hits that little spongy spot, the one that makes you senseless for him, and you just scream out, fuck your sounds, your body, your taste… it’s got him close to cumming now, right on the blankets. He needs you to cum for him though, so many times you’re stupid, until you give him that well fucked look he craves so goddamn much.

“Let me touch you, fuck, please.” You beg out, your little hands struggling to get out of the knot he’d put them in.

“Cum first. Now, like a good girl.” Those words wreck you, he watches it, as he dives back down, finding your little clit and sucking it into his mouth now, latching on like he’s starved. He is starving for you. The amount of nights he’d just jerked it remembering your taste was pathetic, you make him pathetic.

You’re pathetic for him, Toji makes you pathetic.

He’s sucked your clit in his hot mouth, and you’re falling apart as he uses his finger and his mouth at the same time, humming on your clit. It all shatters, you can’t function, can barely fucking breathe as it starts to overtake you, as his eyes hit you, and you’re cumming, so hard, wetness pouring all over him, and he drinks it up.

“Toji! Oh my- fuck!” You scream out his name as your orgasm hits, your body convulsing with pleasure, your pussy clenching around his finger, and his tongue lapping up every drop of your cum, making you shiver and gasp for breath. And as he looks up at you, leaning up, you realize you can’t even pretend to hate him, no you’re fucking hopeless for him.

“Good girl. Still hate me?” He murmurs, untying your wrists with one deft movement, hovering over you with his strong arms. You’re still trembling from the intensity, shaking your head.

“I never did. I fucking love you, stupid old man.” You yank him by his hair, slamming his lips down on your own, and he’s on top of you fully now, heavy weight pressing on your breasts, sharp pelvis against your soft tummy. You’re whining against him, eagerly wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Old man, huh?” He slides his hand back around your throat now, squeezing and putting that perfect pressure, making you fuzzy and light headed as he’s sliding his tip up and down your slit, hitting your oversensitive clit now. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eagerly kissing him over and over. “I love you, stupid fucking brat.”

“Stupid, fuck you… ah!” He’s shoved his length in you then, and the stretch burns after so long, fuck you were barely getting used to him then. He’s sliding out then back inside, even deeper, and you’re convulsing as he squeezes.

“Stupid. Brat. For loving me.” Your heart shatters as he’s fucking into you now, as sweat drips from his chest down yours, and you’re losing focus, walls fluttering around his thick length. “Fuck you feel s’good, doll. Missed this.”

“M-Missed you in me.” Toji groans at that, and you’re shattering around him, cumming so hard you can’t breathe, can’t think. He’s pushing in, right against your cervix, so deep you can’t take it, black glitter filling your vision until he lets you go, kissing you as he’s pumping in and out.

You can’t get a breath, you’re consumed by him, by his big hands all over your body, by his muscles working over you, his scent, everything. His cock pumping and stretching your little hole out so good, it’s so painful but perfect, and you’re drowning in him.

You can’t think of how this won’t work, you can’t think of anything except how goddamn perfect this feels, of losing yourself in him.

“Feel so fuckin perfect, doll. Fuck.” Toji is leaned down now, and the bedsprings creak under the weight as he’s fucking into you harder and harder, pushing your legs up higher, and your head sinks in the bed under you, leading him to plant sloppy kisses along your throat.

“Mnh, Toji…” He bites your throat hard now, making you shiver with the pain, then he leans up, strings of saliva down his lips.

“Ya know what to call me, doll. Say it.” You struggle to form words when he shoves in too deep.

“Daddy!” He’s entwined his hands with yours, and it’s too intimate, it’s all too much, as you’re close to cumming again. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, sinking even more into your now sloppy cunt.

“Hear how wet you are for your Daddy, huh doll?” You nod weakly, as the sounds of your squelching wetness mix with the smacking of skin, as his hips snap relentlessly pounding his cock inside of you, shoving any thought out of your goddamn head. “No words? Stupid for me huh.”

“F-fuck… fuck! You… Mmm…” He yanks out of you then, you whine out at the loss as the cool air shocks your overheated cunt, then he flips you around, grabbing you by your hips and shoving his cock back inside you, even deeper. His curved tip is dragging along your walls, hitting your spot, and you cum again, head arching back as you scream out.

“Stupid… doll… f’me. Say it.” He grunts out, and you shake your head, earning a smack that echoes in the room, but it just makes you wetter, makes you lose it more.

“You’re s-stupid, f-fuck! Ow, shit shit!” You’ve earned another smack, your thighs are just shaking, you can’t even stabilize yourself, as your eyes roll back with his stupidly hard thrusts.

“Haven’t fucked ya good enough then, can still run that mouth.” He huffs, then he’s shoving your head back down in the bed, holding it down as he rails your cunt, but she’s slick and eager, sucking him in. He’s leaning forward, hitting your cervix at a bruising damn pace, and you can’t even function, you’re feeling too much at once, and all you can do is scream into the damn blanket.

Toji is relentless, fuck he has stamina, and you are about to tap out, as you can barely breathe with his big hand on you. He is pumping so damn hard you’re sore, but you’re cumming again, and now it hurts the intensity of it. You can’t form a thought in your stupid brain, he’s right, you’re stupid now. Just drooling on the bed as he fucks you through your orgasm.

He leans back, yanking you up, making your back arch into a curve, and his fingertips slide down your spine, before he grabs your hips, digging his thumbs into the dimples in your back, pressing deeper as he slows his movements. “Stupid little doll, my little doll.”

“Mnh…” Is all you manage, you hear him chuckle as he pulls you to your knees, letting you rest your back on him for a moment, cupping your face.

“Can’t talk, huh… Sweet little girl. Drooling all over.” He swipes the drool off your face, and you just stare into his blown out eyes with your own, cock drunk off him. All you do is nod, and he moans, slamming his lips on yours, but yours are slack, until you cry out as he rolls his hips under you. “No words baby?”

“Mmm.” You can’t speak, you can barely focus on anything, he’s bucking his hips up into you now, your head falls back, silky hair cascading down his skin, and then he’s reaching around, rubbing your clit. “Ah!”

“Cum all over Daddy’s cock again, baby. You can do it.” You whimper, shaking your head, tears falling from your eyes. But he’s urging you on, humming against your ear as he licks it with his hot tongue.

“T’much… can’t… ah- I… ngh…” You’re reduced to stupid mutters, there’s nothing, not even a damn room, it’s just Toji overtaking you, running circles on your clit as he kisses down the side of your neck. You grind weakly and helplessly on him, soaking his thighs, soaking everything.

“I know, baby, I know. You can do it f’me, f’Daddy yeah?” You manage a helpless nod, as he flicks your clit side to side with two fingers, and you’re convulsing in his hold. “There it is, let it go.”

You cum so hard this time it leaves you a twitching mess, as you gasp for breath, tears streaming black mascara on your once made up cheeks, now streaky. Toji groans now, arms wrapping your waist, and he’s paused his strokes, he’s gripping your body so tight you can’t breathe, you just fall limply against him, head back on his neck, and he’s moaning in your ear.

“Good girl.” You shiver at it, as his hands trail up your body, grabbing your breasts and you whine pathetically. “Where ya want this cum, doll? I know you’re… I know you… Fuck you feel…”

“In me. Put a baby in me. Please.” Toji groans, now, taking your chin between his fingers, and your eyes lock as you feel him throb inside you.

“Wanna make you pregnant. Fill you up s’good.” He groans as he bites out the words, his other hand pressing your tummy, you weakly nod.

“Fill me… ngh- Daddy, please fill me.” He whines out now, slamming his lips on yours, and he’s pushing up all the way, your cunt is drooling all along his cock, and you’re whimpering in pleasure when you feel him pulsing, when you feel his cum shooting inside you.

“Oh my fucking- doll fuckin love you.” His words end you, along with the endless streams of hot cum coating your walls, bringing you to a final climax that hits your oversensitive body too hard.

“Love you… hate you… fuck you… need you…” You’re mumbling as he presses up, pushing his cum so deep inside. Toji kisses you again, sighing his pleasure, as you’re both oversensitive messes, as his cum is getting pushed out and sucked in by the muscles of your sloppy cunt, throbbing around him in aftershocks.

He finally sighs, you’re just leaning on him, limp and listless, he’s holding onto you, kissing every inch he can reach, hands caressing your skin everywhere, until he buries his head in the crook of your neck, squeezing you so tight. You relish in it, in the afterglow, in the feel of him.

“Fuck I missed you. Ruined me. Evil lil bitch.” He bites you again, and you hiss at it, but you tilt your head for more, as he squeezes you even harder.

“Fucking ruined me, Toji Fushiguro. Fuck you.”

“You did. Well, I fucked you. Fucked you stupid, ha.” He bites again, with his sharp ass teeth where he’d already bit, and you feel the hot sticky saliva, as you’re still connected, and your cunt is dripping out his cum.

“What now, gonna run? Huh?” Your anger is just your fear, but you can’t stop it, can’t stop your heart from thudding out of your chest, from your tummy sucking in at the feeling of his touch.

You love him. You’re so in love it’s stupid.

You’re terrified of it.

“What now? Gonna push that cum you’re wasting back in, so I can make sure you’re knocked the fuck up.” He pulls out of you and flips you on your back then, and you see it, his insane big grin, the one that stretches that scar, and his eyes have gone fucking insane.

Oh shit.

Chapter 9

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57496135/chapters/146283262

[hattiewritesalot]

am i allowed to cry?

Eris Vanserra x fem!reader

Summary: After a particularly harsh punishment from his father, Eris is left choking on his own emotions, and the guilt that comes with them. Pain is weakness, until it comes to his mate, Y/N. Set before the events of ACOTAR

Warnings: parental abuse, mentions of Beron 🤢, lots of angst, lots of hurt/comfort. unedited lol

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for ages and I figured I should finally write it (title is from guilty as sin by Taylor Swift)

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Eris’ shaking hand clutches at the cloak he’s wrapped around his aching form, stumbling and limping back to his chamber, desperate to get somewhere private before, Cauldron forbid, any of his brothers see him.

The lashes on his back sting with the force of a thousand needles, the prickly pain curling around his spine and puncturing his muscles.

They’ve never hurt like this before. Maybe he’s getting weak.

Eris Vanserra would rather die than be known as weak, but right now? With gory gashes up his back? With bitter tears pooling at his lashlines? With a broken heart to match the shattered fragments of his childhood? He’s nothing but weak.

Weak. Weak. Weak.

He’s a dishonour to his family, to his court, to his people- to his mate. His precious mate, with her soft hair and sweet smile. She’s always been too good for him. His father himself had uttered it under his breath the moment he’d introduced Y/N to his family.

He hopes she isn’t in their chambers.

He hopes she’ll never see this weakness that has possessed him.

He shoves the heavy door open, eyes darting around the vacant room. Thank the Mother, Y/N must still be on her evening trip to the library. He moves quickly, tossing the bloodstained cloak on the floor, and turning towards the mirror.

The pale skin of his back is torn, the crimson of his blood coating just about every inch of it, covering the splashes of freckles and old scars.

Eris can’t control the tears that start to trickle down his cheeks.

This is dreadful. Not the gashes, those he’s used to. But the tears. He’s not allowed to cry. When did he become so weak!? When did he let himself become so susceptible to the raging emotions that have taken hold of his soul? When did-

“There you are, I was wondering when you’d be back-“ Y/N walks out of the bathroom, a bright smile on her face, but she’s too quick for him to hide.

Her face falls. She sees the blood. She sees the wounds. She sees the tears.

She sees the weakness.

Eris can’t speak. The only thing that comes out of his mouth is a loud sob.

Weak. Weak. Weak.

But then, her gentle voice fills his ears, and her hands cradle his face, lips kissing away the tears on his cheeks. “You’re okay.” She murmurs. “You’re gonna be okay, honey. I’ve got you.” He sobs harder. She fetches a cloth, hastily soaking it with cold water, and starts to swipe at the blood on his back, letting him bawl into the crook of her neck like a baby. “I’ve got you. Let it out, Eris. You’re allowed to cry.” No, he’s not. He’s weak. Weak, weak, weak-

“You’re so strong, baby.” She whispers.

…what?

“You’re so strong, so brave. You’ve been holding this in for so long.” She kisses his hair, continuing to gently wipe the blood away. “My strong mate, I love you so much.”

“No-“ He chokes out. “No. I’m weak.”

“Why do you think you’re weak, Er?”

He frowns. Isn’t it obvious? ���I’m crying.”

“You just got beaten by your father. I’d be surprised if you weren’t crying.”

“But still, I shouldn’t be crying. I shouldn’t be weak.”

“I cry. Do you think I’m weak?”

He gapes at her. “N-no-“

“Exactly. Case closed. You’re not weak either.”

He’s silent for the next ten minutes while she treats his wounds. He watches her pretty face, pondering what he did to be so lucky to be her mate.

When she’s done, she pulls him down on the bed with her, positioning him to lie on his stomach between her legs. She twists his red hair in her fingers. “So strong.” She repeats. And the heir to the Autumn Court says nothing, nuzzling his nose into his mate’s neck. If she thinks he’s strong, then by the Cauldron, he supposes he is.

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i am an eris vanserra stan first and then a person