#ah yes the pain nice :^)

[basofy]

artist team

[toastedcinnamonflakes]

Throwback to the time I told part of my family about No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai, was really excited about it and told them not only the story but also the circumstances it was written under.

And my aunt nearly breaks down crying because "How can young people read something so horrible :c" and "suicide is a sin!!!"

I genuinely had no words, because what the fuck.

[weird-coordinates]

ok so two things happening in our system

a) no idea who is in front with me. tilsit is because. co-hostism and theyre kinda always on standby or whatever. dunno if its rema or loop trying to take the focus but its just a really FUNNY duo to try and pick between. ms rema "irradiated" spiralavatar, and loop "dont even worry about it" isat.

b) on the topic of rema; i think she's befriended our pandemonium pressure. i guess fictive.

b.a) for context, a pandemonium appeared in our brain a while ago and has since started prowling around terrorising people. hunting people, pretty much. and yk i dont think death is of any consequence in here so its nothing concerning just really funny honestly. so we've been classifying it VAGUELY as a persecutor because. i mean. its tormenting people. i dont think theres a term for "headspace apex predator" so. but yeah i think rema befriended it. just like, casually.

"Yeah here's my dog"

[tonycries]

Girl, You Earned It!

Synopsis. Just the típ? Don’t make him laugh.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, “just the típ” trope, REALLY pússydrunk boys, marathon séx, cúmplay, semi-exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, Geto’s rings omg, Geto’s a bit mean, creampíe, spítting, FÉRAL Gojo, best friend! Choso, fírst times (Choso’s), chokíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.4k

A/N. Smooches to that one anon for inspiring this. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Handle it.

It was a familiar little song and dance - Toji’s favorite one at that. 

It’s around his fourth orgasm that night, head thrown back against the pillows to watch with a lewd little leer at the way you’re stuttering your limp hips down, down, down his long, swollen cock. Those glossy lips of yours sagging open to whine, “Too full, Toji! C-can’t ngh- handle it-”

Ah, it never gets old. 

Toji finds his brows knitting together in mock concern, cooing in a baritone voice, “Awww, my girl’s poor pussy can’t handle it?” 

At your bleary nod, he snakes a hand down as if to confirm, thumbing apart your puffy folds. All quivering and glistening with his seed in the dim lighting, “She’s too full? Too stuffed to take  hah- even my tip?”

Without any warning, you feel long, thick fingers splay out across your lower stomach. Pushing down - hard to make your poor cunt gush all around him. Coating his aching cock with a sheen of the cum he’d stuffed inside not so long ago. “There we go.” he breathes, sounding so utterly smug, ‘We have space now, right?“

“Oh, fuck yes- Toji– fuck fuck fuck-”

“Shhh shhh, s’alright. And since m’feeling so nice, I promise s’gonna be jus- hah- jus’ the tip.” he grins, eyes so greedy and crazed when he looks down at the way you’re sucking him up so greedily. Your pussy lips bulging around the top of his thick head. “M’kay?”

And Toji’s cock was already so big - so rock-hard - that no matter how much he’d split you apart on his cock before, just his fat head squeezing past your sloppy entrance feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. Your hazy brain. 

Fucking out every coherent thought out of you with each shallow grind up into your gummy walls just to fit inside. Slow, languid - just teasing you. 

“Hah- couldn’t ‘handle me’ my ass.” he’s spitting out from underneath you, mean fingers holding your precarious body still for him to pummel into. “The fuck are you hngh- doing now then, huh? Taking me so well.” 

An embarrassed mewl is being ripped from your throat when that little divot on the end of Toji’s cock is brushing against your sweet spots. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you realize that he’s just barely managed to squeeze his tip into your tight pussy, “I-I ngh-”

To which his palm comes down with a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. 

“Jus’ the tip n’ you already can’t hah- speak?” he grins up at you, painful cock twitching with delight when you clench around him at the sting. Loving this slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. “Use your words properly, doll.”

You huff, nails digging into Toji’s plush pecs to stabilize yourself on top of him. “Thought I was too- hah- full. Thought I couldn’t handle havin’ you inside me again.”

“Heh- well what did I t-tell, ya?” he grunts, hips still thrusting - still pushing in mindless, semi-thrusts up. Wondering if you could feel his cum sloshing around inside you like he could. “As if I don’t know my girl’s pussy- As if I can’t handle this p-pussy. As if this pussy can’t handle me-” 

One hand dances back down to push further against your front. Dredging up every last glob of his seed down your sloppy cunt, forming a creamy ring at his base that he groans at. “Y’can handle it now, right?” The other glides the pads of his fingers across your needy clit, making you arch your body down in surprise. His cock slipping deeper down your pussy, “Fuuuuck yeah, you can definitely handle it now.”

“Toji.” you let out a warning. Your already-ravaged cunt so sensitive. Fingers tightening to leave neat little marks of red down his sculpted skin, “Thought you p-promised it was jus’ gonna be the ah- tip.”

Because his movements were getting deeper. Dangerous. 

Still shallow - but purposeful enough that you were sliding way past “just his tip”. And you could feel that sinfully prominent vein from about halfway down his shaft massaging against your sweet spots. 

Yet Toji only flashes you a devilish grin, no trace of guilt anywhere. Eyes half-lidded and devouring your adorable pout. “I did.” Giving you just barely enough time to relax before the hand firm on your stomach rests at your waist. Pulling - dragging you all the way down his massive cock. Tugged down like such a slut until he was buried balls-deep, your puffy folds kissing his hilt, your pelvis grinding against those tufts of black at his. “For now, that is.”

Ah, this is his favorite part.

He doesn’t waste even a second before making use of those muscled hips, giving you one, long thrust to haul your slobbering cunt all the way from the very end of his fat head down until he physically couldn’t anymore. 

Bruising. Fully. Fucking every false complaint out of you when his cock is finally hitting the back of your needy pussy. 

“Think s’time for you to handle all of me now, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Are you muted?”

Nanami Kento hated working overtime. And he especially hated having to sit at home on his desk, sighing during those droning online meetings which really could’ve been a five-minute conversation at work on Monday.

Which is where you came in.

“Mhm, of course m’muted, my love. Camera’s also off.” he answers your previous question with a slow, sensual drawl into your ear. Thumb gliding across your puffy cunt as he echoes patiently for the first time that hour, “But if you’re gonna be here then you better behave, my love.” Bouncing his knee to shuffle your quivering body where it was perched so prettily on his lap - and his aching, rock-hard cock. “Any deeper than the tip and you hngh- know how s’gonna end.”

A promise. 

But it’s been like this for so long now - too long, you think.

Your gummy walls squeeze desperately at that sensitive slit on Nanami’s length, lapping at his weeping precum. Wrists tugging uselessly where he’d tied them together behind your back with his familiar yellow tie. “But Ken, I really want-”

“I know I know, darling.” he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your pouty lips. Hushing those cute, whiny cries of yours that make his swollen cock twitch wildly, balls squeezing so painfully with the sweet sweet temptation to just stuff your tight pussy full. “But if I-”

“Nanami, have you completed the progress report for the client tomorrow?”

Instantly, your husband is in work mode, clearly his ragged voice lightly before hitting the Unmute button. “Yes, Higuruma I’ve…”

But oh his actions were anything but. 

Free hand still drawing quick, methodical circles on your clit - just daring you to make a noise while he continues so unfairly with the meeting as if nothing is happening. His deep voice rumbling in his chest with satisfaction, and yet you’re left helpless and aching for more.

“But Ken.” you breathe into his ear, just low enough that the microphone couldn’t pick up. Pushing past the vice-like hold that he had on your hips to seat his delicious cock further and further inside your gummy walls. “Wan’ more. Please, I’ve been patient for so long.”

“-and the charts from last week I’ll have to email.” Nanami rattles off, all business-like, the authoritative tone sending your cunt beading your juices all down his already-soaked cock. Hardened eyes brushing briefly against yours, though he still addresses his business partner, “I’ll make sure to take care of that later.”

And fuck the shivers this sends down your spine have you trembling in Nanami’s practised touch. 

Bucking your hips needily into his hand, your slick leaves a lewd little sheen all over his palm, his wrist, all the way down to that metal wrist watch digging into your skin.

“T-take care of it now, Ken.” you’re mewling stubbornly, fighting against those restraints. 

Letting your pussy lips fuck back into his thick cock. Deeper. Needier. Sucking him up so good that he’s letting go of your hips to mute himself again.

And fuck if you weren’t going to take the opportunity to just slam yourself down Nanami’s massive length, all the way until you could feel his abs against your ass. That little divot on his thick head smashing against your sweet spots, molding your plushy walls to the shape of his entire cock. 

“O-oh fuck.” he breathes, words cracking ever-so-slightly at the end. “The meeting- thought I said just the- hah you’re gonna be the death of me, my love.”

Before you can respond, Higuruma’s chuckling from behind the screen, cutting through the heady air in the room. “Heh, guess you’ve had enough of this since you’re already muted Nanami. Fair enough, I’ve kept you long enough.” 

And the words ring in the air, Nanami’s eyes unwavering from his laptop. Turned crazed as he looks to you, a hand already beginning to shut the screen.

“You’re free to go, make up your time with the wife or somethi-”

Slamming it closed. 

Followed shortly by you - being slammed onto the ground. Nanami’s hand underneath your face, cushioning the impact when you’re shoved face-first. Him mounting on you in a split second, strong thighs flexing with the effort to fuck you right there right then into the hardwood floor. Depraved. Animalistic. 

Not faltering for even a moment when he’s pulling you back by the tie digging into your wrists, sure to leave marks. Using the moment to watch the way your ass ripples every time he’s ramming into you. 

“Ken- fuck! Kento-” you sob like a mantra when he hikes up a leg of his to hit all those angles that have him bruising your sweet spots. Thrusts long, hard. Not leaving a single spot inside your gummy cunt untouched. “S’too good too good too good- hah- wan’ed this for so long since you were on that meeting. So hngh- close.”

“M-me too.” Nanami responds, sounding nothing like the put-together business man he was a few moments ago. Almost crazed now. Unpredictable. 

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. 

All it takes are a few filthy, nasty strokes of his sensitive cock into your snug pussy, of his fingers toying and teasing your clit - and then you’re cumming so fucking hard around him. 

Your walls sucking him in a smooth staccato like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of Nanami while he drills into you through the pleasure. Not even thinking twice before spilling into your greedy pussy himself. 

Thick, creamy spurts of cum that warm you from the inside out. Reaching all those hidden spots inside while he pumps it deeper and deeper.

“Oh, my love.” Nanami groans when he pools the seed dribbling out of your cunt with ease. Making a mess of your pussy down below, of that creamy ring at his hilt. “Don’t think m’done making up for my overtime yet.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Battle of wills

“Awww.” you hear Geto’s deep voice cooing softly in your ear. Running his mouth smugly - as if he wasn’t just smashing the angry, soaked tip of his cock into you right now. “You can’t even talk right now. You can’t even breathe.”

Fuck, if it was any less true then you might’ve argued - maybe spat out a hissy little comment. 

But, instead, you’re managing out a wet gurgle, Geto’s thick, ringed fingers tightening where they were wrapped prettily around your neck. “I-I-”

The other draws languid, torturous circles on your sensitive clit, just as teasing as the way his hips were just barely pushing past your sopping wet slit. Nudging your honeyed walls with only his fat head. “What was that, gorgeous?”

“I said.” you gasp, when your beloved boyfriend mercifully lets his grip loosen ever-so-slightly to let you answer. “I- I’m going to win the bet, Sugu.”

Ah, the bet. That stupid, thoughtless little challenge you’d posed just a few hours ago about who’d break first if Geto was to fuck your tight pussy with just his tip. 

Who knew it would end up with your face pushed into the silky covers of your pillow, both of you barely-lucid and losing your minds as Geto pounded into you as much as he allowed himself to? Both your pathetic prides holding back, just waiting for the other to break first.

Geto’s voice was tinged with amusement, something so dark and mellow as he purrs against the shell of your ear. Cold metal rings digging into your flesh, you choke. “Well then…” His sinful abs flex ominously against your back, “-we’ll just have to see, right?”

“H-hey!” you gasp for air when he slams his hips forwards, letting your dripping cunt envelope him all the way down to that wide rim of his slit. 

“What?” he muses in response, circles speeding up and so so messy on your sensitive nub now. “S’jus’ the tip right? Exactly what I did. I’m-” Before moving again, in sultry, purposeful rolls of his slutty hips back and forth. “-not gonna be the hah- one losing this bet.”

Fuck, you’d forgotten how competitive your boyfriend was - always going easy, until he decided he wanted to win.

Geto’s eyes flit between his fingers, blocking your airway, and the wide wide rim of your sloppy entrance being stretched upon his thick head. 

Shit, the sight itself was heavenly enough that it had him almost second-guessing his resolve and stuffing you full like he wanted to. Almost. 

“Close to surrender?” he’s panting out when a few more shallow, teasing half-strokes has your gummy walls clenching around him like you’re trying to drag out something delicious. Exactly the way he loves - exactly the way he’s addicted to. And, usually, Geto would tell you over and over how much he loves it - but, this time, his ego makes him simply leave a wet trail of kisses down your arched spine. Murmuring heatedly into your ear, “No shame in ngh- giving up, y’know.”

Harder. Deeper - almost. 

Squealing airily, “M’not- m’not giving up.”

Immediately, Geto’s chuckling when he squeezes your pretty neck tighter, “M’gonna choke you harder when you lie, gorgeous. Now tell me-” Just wringing out syrupy moans of his name with each push. Each urgent flick of his fingers on your clit - not even circles anymore, fuck no he was too far gone for that now. Just messy, senseless patterns. “Y’gonna lose like my ah- p-pretty girl or am I gonna hafta keep treating you like my bitch?”

“But-” you wheeze. 

“I hngh- also really wanna fuck this cute cunt properly, y’know/”

Your vision’s blurring now, lungs straining for air. Yet you’re so cockdrunk that all you can focus on is the lewd curve of Geto’s dick, barely even realizing when your hips are trying to inch down for more. Jolting with each rub of his thumb against your clit. 

Harder. Deeper. 

“Sugu!” you’re screaming when you recklessly slam yourself back to meet his ruthless cadence. All the way back until your ass was pressing flush against the v-line jutting out from Geto’s toned pelvis. Shoving his cock so deep inside your plushy cunt it felt like his fat tip was making its mark against your lungs.

You lost - gladly. 

And for all his confidence, Geto Suguru is shocked. Half-lidded eyes flying open, teeth biting down on his lower lip so hard with the effort to hold back his disbelieving moans it was like he was trying to draw blood. 

“O-oh oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” he shudders, jaw falling slack, swollen cock colliding in and out with your needy cunt. 

You send him a delirious half-glance, “Are you ok-”

The hand rested around your throat immediately comes down - finally letting you breathe. Only to just slam your head back down onto the pillow so you can’t see how utterly fucked he was. Keeping you still, “Just shut up and cum f’me, gorgeous.”

And oh you do - all over Geto’s pretty cock, your elastic walls molding around him to feel every ridge and bump as he fucks you through your wave of high. Hard. Fast. Sending electricity down your veins every time he hits the bullseye of your g-spot. Over and over and-

“H-hey, Sugu-” your teary face manages to look up from the pillow. Gummy walls still spasming around him, “Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - FIRST?!

It was a simple favor, really - just a way to help your dear best friend lose his virginity.

To shut up those adorable whines about how much he dreams of feeling your- a pussy wrapped around his cock. And when he looked to you for help with those dark, puppy-dog eyes? Well, how could you ever say no?

Which is why you have Choso splayed out on your mattress, hazy gaze bulging when you straddle his toned hips. Sliding his tight boxers down his thighs - fuck, he was massive. A delicate, innocent pink at his angry head, leaking endless precum all the way down, down, down his creamy length. 

“Jus’ the tip, right?” you hum. Cunt throbbing at the sight of his swollen cock twitching up in interest at the mere sound of your sultry tone. “Jus’ to have you feel me?”

“God, yes.” he whispers - barely even audible, when you slot his leaky tip between your puffy folds. Letting your pussy drool your sweet sweet juices all over him. “Yes yes yes hurry please need to feel you- just the tip just the-” Choso’s voice breaks when you just barely press him past that first ring of resistance. “Oh- oh fuuuuck this is what it feels like? Hngh-”

The stretch of his fat head inside was so sinful. So maddening and shit- if this was what it was like with barely half of his tip in, then it drove you insane to wonder what it’d be like if you took in all of him. Smirking, “Mhm? You hah- like this, Cho?”

Fuck, hearing that little nickname right now makes Choso get even girthier, cock swelling painfully to stretch your sloppy hole.

“L-like this?” he asks, voice ragged with genuine disbelief. Barely-lucidly bringing one of your hands up to his face to press a soft, lingering kiss. “Oh, baby, I l-love this.”

He’s inching his thick head in further and further, kissing down your neck wetly. 

You’re choking when he starts up a messy, urgent rut of his hips upwards - untimed and sloppy like he didn’t know how to use his unforgiving cock yet, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Just bare, shallow little thrusts that have your hole stretching out and molding to the shape of his needy tip. 

Babbling, “Fuck, what’ve you done to me? How can you f-feel so good- how can you-”

Over and over and-

“O-oh, Cho!” you gasp when he accidently brushes up against one of your hidden sweet spots. Eyes going wide, jaw falling into an awestruck “oh” at as you buck and clamp down so fucking tight around him. Begging, “There- fuck fuck there wan’ more- hngh wan’ more of you, please.” 

The only response you’re getting is a string of incoherent profanity. Shit, Choso thinks he’s gonna pass out - that he might just paint your pretty pussy white already. 

But because he couldn’t stand the embarrassment of that, he wraps his big arms so tight around your waist. Running a palm to cradle your scalp, he hisses when he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t.” And the word has barely left his sagging lips before Choso gives an unplanned, jagged thrust up into your cunt. Body moving before his mind to bully his swollen cock inside, spreading your puffy folds along the veins down his length. “Can’t- just the tip- shouldn’t.” 

“S’okay, Cho–”

“But-”

You were his best friend. His favorite person - and he always did feel guilty for thinking of you, cock in hand, on those long lonely nights. So this is the last thing he should be doing. 

But, oh it was like a dam had been broken open, and despite his words, Choso’s mouth is salivating at the thought. 

Pushing in sweet, desperate bucks of his hips to just drag your sloppy pussy down deeper and deeper - unknowingly, all the way down to his soaked base. Yet Choso was still pushing and pushing deliriously. 

“Just the tip just the- shouldn’t do this-” he pants against your open mouth, nipping and sucking on your bottom lips. “Only ever ngh- dreamed of this.” Each word is punctured by a rough ram into your dripping cunt, molding your gummy walls to that upwards curve of his dick. Reeling out a honeyed ah! ah! ah! from you every time his pretty veins were pulsing against your sensitive spots. “Shouldn’t ohhh I shouldn’t- fuck!”

Choso loses the end of his sentence - and his sanity - when he dares take a greedy look downwards. 

Being met with the absolutely obscene sight of your poor cunt being split apart on him. Realizing he was now very much past his tip, veering into the dangerous territory of your pussy lips kissing his toned pelvis, milking him until there was nothing more. 

“Heh.” His glassy eyes look up when you giggle, “So much for hah- ‘jus’ the tip’, huh?”

Choso grins - a languid, pussydrunk grin you never thought you could even imagine on your sweet best friend. Purring lowly, “Oh, my girl.Because of you m’never gonna be satisfied with just the tip ever again.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Please, please, please

“Apology not accepted, brat.” Sukuna spits out over your blubbering cries, still holding your squirming hips so stupidly still around his fat tip. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nuh uh, this is all yer gonna get if you wanna hah- complain so much.”

Now, Ryomen Sukuna is a strong man, always has been. He hasn’t missed those concerned looks strangers give you when he’s out in public with you, or the way your coworkers’ eyes widened in shock when they first saw him. 

The strongest - for everything except you. 

So, when he overhears you gossiping with your little friends about how maybe he’s too big - how it’s a bit of a hassle to lose your ability to walk every night - then, well, that spiteful little part of himself decides it’s time to give you exactly what you want. 

You’re wriggling your ass downwards, gummy walls sucking him up trying to sink further and further down Sukuna’s dizzying cock, “B-but Kuna-” 

“B-b-but Kuna.” He mocks in a pitch higher than normal, two thick fingers coming up to squish your tear-stained cheeks together into an embarrassing pout. Smirking down greedily, “But what? You were runnin’ this pretty mouth earlier, what happened now, hm? Too cockdrunk?”

And fuck, he didn’t expect you to be in the state to think up an answer to that question - he didn’t think you even heard it at first, too busy trying to milk his cock for all he was worth. 

But oh you always did surprise him. 

Teary, overstimulated gaze locking with his dark one when you give an unsteady, determined nod. Whimpering, “F-fuck yes.” 

Unbeknownst to himself - and his little scheme to punish you - your lewd little answer has Sukuna’s hips jutting forwards. Bullying past your gummy resistance to spearhead just a tinge more than his fat head into your sloppy entrance. 

“O-oh.” he groans, dropping his head feverishly into the crook of your neck. Trying to get back some control over his own body, but shit just an ounce of the way your slutty cunt was massaging every ridge and curve of his swollen cock and the king of curses just breaks. He’s biting his sharp canines down on your lower lip in what can barely be called a kiss. Messy. “Oh you little minx. You evil, evil-” He gives a punctuated half-thrust. “-brat.”

And that’s all it takes for Sukuna to be drunk on your cunt. To sink his achingly hard cock in so deep that it has his heavy balls smacking your ass, his leaky tip pressing a harsh peck to your poor cervix. 

Deeper. 

Hips immediately snapping forwards to replicate those purposeful, long slams you were tittering about just earlier today. 

“You’re so fuckin- hah-” he sucks in a shaky breath when you clench down on him hard. Absent-mindedly, Sukuna toys his free thumb down to roll against your neglected clit, wondering if this was part of your evil plan. Spitting against your kiss-bitten lips, “-unfair. Riling me up, complaining about it being ‘too much’ n’ then taking it like such a slut.”

It’s all you can do to moan brokenly, “Wasn’t- wasn’t complaining.”

For this, you’re getting a punishing smack! to your ravaged clit, immediately followed by an apologetic circle of Sukuna’s fingers. Harder. “So now you’re gonna ngh- lie while m’fucking you like this?”

As if to prove his point - and maybe drag out a few more of your honeyed cries on his cock - he’s reeling his hips back. Letting his throbbing veins massage against every inch of your elastic walls until it was just the ends of his thick head left inside you now. “Really? Real confident for someone that was just begging for my cock, y’know.”

“N-no!” you gasp, panicked. Your ankles manage to lock around Sukuna’s sculpted waist, digging into those sinful dimples at the end of his spine to push his length in deeper - just the way you liked it. “No no no- ngh was a compliment. A compliment I swear! Was bragging ah-”

He leers oh so cockily, “Oh really?”

Only growing at your urgent nod, your glossy lips falling into such a pretty pout, “Promise. Would n-never hah- complain about your cock, Kuna.”

Fuck, did you know how to drive him insane. 

To have him playing right into your pretty lil’ hands. 

Because each and every word spilling out of your delirious mouth has Sukuna fucking you deeper and deeper into the mattress. So animalistic with the way he was plunging into you like some glorified sextoy, the curve of his dick rubbing spots inside your gummy walls that you didn’t even know existed. That have you seeing stars. That have him forgetting that stupid promise of “just the tip”.

Too big? Fucking hilarious, you were lucky if you could make it out alive tonight with the way all the blood in his massive body was rushing to Sukuna’s dick, stretching him to an obscene girth. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he’s grunting with each nudge against your cervix, your g-spot. Bruising you from the inside out. “Well then…” He’s wrestling your nodding face towards him, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each moan. “-let’s give you some more to brag about, hm?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - (Mind)break!

No one would believe their ears if they could see the great Gojo Satoru right about now. That Gojo Satoru? The strongest? The cocky lil’ shit that upturned desks and skipped out on every single jujutsu meeting?

Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that came straight to you after a particularly taxing jujutsu mission, eyes wide - crazed, a feral grin on him that’d never left. Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that had to take only one look at you before ripping your poor clothes off, pent-up jujutsu still thrumming behind his fingers where he folded you into such a mean mating press. Making you cum over and over selfishly while he hasn’t even once. 

Of course. 

But here he was - around your third orgasm, his face buried nose-deep at your erratic pulse, powerful hips jerky and stuttering while he tried to keep his swollen cock controlled, buried inside your heavenly cunt still only till that pretty pink slit at his head. 

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he didn’t want to break you just yet. 

“Aww, look at you- fuck!” Gojo whines when the tip of his sensitive cock brushes up against another one of your sweet spots. Reeling back ever-so-slightly to spit right onto your bulging cunt once. Twice. “Fuck just look at you, sweetheart.”

And before you can react, a large hand is enveloping your cheeks. Sending a buzz of electricity from his touch to where he was tilting your head down, forcing you to look at the obscene sight below you. 

Your ravaged cunt all messy and glistening with the excess of Gojo’s saliva, slobbering even filthier down the head of his unforgiving cock. Red and angry, each slow, controlled grind just begging for you to take him whole. 

The little gasp that leaves your candied lips is enough for Gojo to moan gutturally, “Ohhh look at that- look at that. Makes me wanna hah-” His ragged words trail off, thighs flexing like they were about to shove himself up, up, up and- only for your boyfriend to gather whatever’s left of his sanity with a sharp intake of breath. “-wanna break you.”

Stubbornly, you jut out your kiss-bitten lower lip, grinding your hips up pathetically to try and take some more greedy inches for yourself. “Why not? Wan’ more than jus’ the tip, gimme ngh all of it.”

“Heh, my needy girl. So- so cock-hungry, huh?” Gojo spits, another steady stream of saliva hitting your waiting tongue- wait, when did you even let it loll out like that? He plows on, thumb gliding over to gloss it over your lips. “Wish I could- ohhh I wish so bad. But m’too fuckin’ hah- worked up after that mission. Can’t handle- can’t control hngh-”

Each word sounds stilted - pained. And Gojo’s giving minute, almost-unidentifiable thrusts puncturing each one. Slowly but surely losing his sanity as well as his restraint. 

If either of you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed that glowing tinge in his hazy eyes, the little crackles of purple lighting dancing down his milky skin. 

But, no, instead you’re whining, “I don’t care, Toru–”

“No you d-don’t get to do that.” he gasps, eyes going wide at that unfair nickname. Giving a dangerous half-thrust into your gummy walls. “No no no no you don’t get to do that. M’only giving you the tip right now.” And you’re being gifted a messy little graze of Gojo’s plump lips against your own, hissing when you bite down. “Don’t know the ngh- extent of my power. S’unstable- could kill- hah destroy-”

“You talk too much.” 

Gojo can sense it before it happens - of course he can. And he knows he should stop it, for the safety of you and less importantly, the entirety of Japan. He knows he should keep fucking you with just his fat head, keeping as much composure as possible. 

But Gojo lets it happen anyway.

Letting those wobbly legs of yours dangling around his broad shoulders lock in an instant to just nudge his body forwards. Sighing when you feel the stretch of his rock-hard cock making their mark past his thick head. 

The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining too bright that they burst into little shards of energy.

Yet it doesn’t matter to you or Gojo, his electric-blue eyes burning bright into the darkness. Tiny flicks of lightning illuminating your ruined bedroom as his entire body stiffens for a split-second. Jolting like he’d come to life - and in one, fluid movement, he was buried inside your tight pussy. Fully. 

Fuck, Gojo’s stretched so taut. Something ugly, dangerous snapping in him when that’s all it takes for him to be releasing thick rope after rope of his seed. Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he can’t stop. Won’t stop. 

Knows he won’t for a very, very long time even when you reach your high for the fourth time that night. Milking him for every single drop. 

Even when his cum paints your gummy walls a white to match his hair, filling you up so much that it overspills. Forming a lewd little pool below that makes you tremble impossibly deeper down Gojo’s still hard cock. 

And the only thing you can hear in the moment the low crackle of jujutsu in the suddenly pressurized air, and the sinful squelches as Gojo steadies his hips back dangerously. Readying. Letting out a raspy, barely-audible whisper, “If we make it out of this alive, remind me to buy you plan B, sweetheart.”

A/N. Tony stop writing Higuruma cameos challenge GO! (Failed)

Plagiarism not authorized.

[milkmily]

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Mr. Crawling X Fem reader

Smut cuz I want this man. Oral(reader receiving), fingering, praising, messy sex bro it's just super goofy, Mr. Crawling has a cold body so everything about him is cold, unprotected sex, PiV, I like to think he's super loud in bed, he has a long black tounge here, And I believe that's all for now :)

I played the game and omg I'm literally so obsessed over him like omg omg I love him sm

You were stressed. Tensed up.

And Mr Crawling saw this. But you'd always give him a smile whenever he asked if you were okay, if you had any pains. You were in bed, the curtains pulled as Mr. Crawling was on the floor behind them.

You had told him you just wanted some privacy for a bit. He was confused but he smiled at you. You smiled back at him and pulled the curtains. At first it was quiet. Maybe you just needed to rest a bit in private. He would have left if you asked him but that's okay. He heard some small shuffling and weird sounds. You were making sounds. You usually make these sounds when you have these ‘ scary dreams’, as you call them.

“Just wake me up when you hear me screaming or making sounds.” You told him once. You weren't exactly screaming but you were making weird sounds. He goes up to the bed as he peaks through the curtains and he sees you. You weren't wearing any clothes. Aren't you cold? You usually say you get cold when you don't have clothes on. The sheet wasn't even on you.

You were making weird sounds, your hand down between your legs as the other hand was cupping your breast. He keeps watching you. He's curious as to what you are doing. You were Whimpering, biting your lip, eyes, clothes as your head was thrown back. Your hand was rubbing small circles, your feet were curled, you were sweating as well. “Ah- Oh my-” You were so lost in your own pleasure you didn't even feel the bed Move a bit. You thought it was just you. You were so close. So so close. And then you hear Mr Crawling. you open your eyes and scream as you grab the sheets. “W-What are you doing here?! I-” he grabs on to the sheets and pulls them. He giggles as he looks down at your body. His hands go to your stomach, making you jump.

He's so cold!

Goosebumps all over your body. You look at him and let him continue. His hands move slowly up to your chest and you moan. His cold hands feel so nice on your warm body. “You Feel…good?” He asks and you nod. “Yes.” You say. He giggles and brushes his thumb over your nipple. You moaned and felt his other hand rub up and down on your thigh. You open your legs a bit more and try to move your hips to his hand. You wanted him to touch where you wanted him to. You whine as you grab his hand and move the tip of his fingers to your clit. You moved them in small circles. Fuck, he's so cold but it feels good.

He watches you as you move his hand to your wet slicks. He smiles and looks at your face. You looked like you were feeling good. No pain. Good. Pleasure. He starts to move his fingers by himself and you move your hand to cup your breast. “Good?” He asks again and you simply reply With a moan. He will simply take that as a yes. And as he watched your body move under him, he felt weird too. A good weird. He grins and moved hus fingers down to where was even more wet. You gasp at his cold touch and look at him. “Mr. Crawling- wait- um.” He stopped and tilts His head to the side. “Me make you feel good?” He asks and you nod. “Just, one.” You say as you hold a finger up. You grab his hand and show him. “One.” You say.

“One.” He repeats with you, just in his own language. He looks down and allows your hand to show him. You moved his long finger inside of you, causing you to gasp. Jesus, his fingers are so long. And honestly, his cold touch makes it feel even better. “Out.” You say as you move his hand out. “In.” And push it back in. You keep repeating as you whimper.

He moved his hand by himself, understanding now. He looks at you and sees your face. You had this expression on you that was just pure bliss. An expression he has never seen from you. He wants to see it more. He looks down at your wet cunt, covering His finger with your own cream. He starts to move faster, making you moan louder. “Ah- Yes, so good, good!” You moan as you hold on to his shoulder. He tilts his head and grins. He wonders… how would you taste? Sweet? sour? disgusting? No, you would never taste like that. You'd probably taste amazing. Just the thought of that made him lick his lips. He goes between your legs and lifts them up, putting them on his shoulder. “Wait! What are you doing?” You ask surprised and see his face closer to your dripping cunt. What would you smell like? He obviously knows you smell nice, but he needs to smell you better, closer. He needs you close to him. He needs to be inside you.

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

“Are you smelling me?” You ask, a bit creeped out. He looks at you and nods. “Good.” He says as he continues to smell. Oh, you smell amazing. You smell so good. You see him open his mouth and feel something cold and wet go between your folds that caused you to jump. He stopped as stood there. He grins and He grabs your hips. He hurriedly brings them closer To his face. You yelped and moaned as you felt his tongue lick your clit. “Y-Yeah, t-there. You're doing go- ah oh, you're doing good.” You moan as you move your hips. Mr. Crawling whimpers as he keeps licking your. Your praises had him feeling weird, weak, not a bad way. A good way. A good type of feeling that he wants to hear and feel more. His long tongue swirls around your small bud. He looks down at your aching hole and pushes his tongue, causing you to yelp once Again.

He seriously likes surprising you a lot.

You run your hands through his hair. Hearing him whimper just meant he liked your hands on his hair, so you kept going through his long black hair. You move your hips up and down, trying to reach your High, you need to. Fuck, all these random jump scares and random events. It just made you so stressed up. How long has it been since you've ever even felt this good?

Your ex couldn't even go down on you and Mr. Crawling is here, eating you up as if you were his first meal in years. You felt so loved and wanted with him. Because with him, he made you feel wanted. He Makes you feel good. He makes you feel so loved. You hold his hand and lock fingers with him as you throw your head back. You're close, so fucking close. You moan and gently tug at his hair, your thighs Starting to close. But he keeps them apart with only one of his arms. “I'm close! I'm so close!” You whine as you rub yourself into his nose, coming on his tounge. He's panting like a dog, droll and your juices dripping down from his chin onto the bed sheets. He pulled away and looked at you, who was panting.

“You, use me.” He says. You looked at him puzzled as he got on the bed and moved his head down. You looked down and saw a very obvious huge tent under his black gown. Oh god. “Please.” He says as he lifts up the gown to reveal his long cock, it twitches as precum drips out from The angry mushroom tip.

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Honestly you don't even know who is loud right now. You or him. He's moaning and Whimpering so loud, it just turns you on way more. You were on top of him, your legs open as you squat down on his cock, your hand on his chest to support yourself. He was moaning as his hands moved to your hips to try and help you more. His own hips moving up from time to time to feel you and be deeper inside of you.

you look down to see how your pussy would sink into his cock. God, he felt so good, he was making you feel good. You have to let him know, you already know how much he adores to be praised by you. “Good- ah! So good! You- good!” You moan as you feel his wet cock go in and out of you. And suddenly you feel something cold and goopy. You looked at him and said, “you came?”

But all he does is hold your hips and move his own on to yours. His moans became louder. It was messy. So goopy. You could hear the squish sounds that came every time you sank in, your skins slapping with the wet sounds. Honestly, it turned you on way more. You moved one of his hands to your breast that wanted attention just as much as your hips wanted them. He holds them and plays with your nipples, his long tongue swirling around them as he whimpers and moans. Your nipples got even harder as you felt his cold tongue.

You couldn't think anymore, your eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. Your legs give up in even trying. But he didn't give up, he grabbed your ass as he held and moved his hips upwards, faster and much harder. You scream as your eyes roll back even more. The bottom of his cock was covered with your cream. “T-There! Like that!” You yelled and he continued, not changing his pace. You hold tightly to his shirt as he holds the flesh Of your ass tightly, Whimpering and groaning as his cock keeps going in and out of your pussy.

Without even saying anything, you cum On his cock, soon feeling his cold cum shooting inside of you again. You whimper and whine at every touch, panting as you try to catch your breath.

Mr. Crawling lets you lay down on the bed and looks at you. “You, you feel good.” He says. “I want more.” He says as he spreads your legs open to reveal his own cum and your juices spilling out of you.

“More.” He says.

You smiled And nodded. “More.”

Mr. Gap heard and saw it all lol.

Hey @caotictimmy , I expect those feet in 3 to 5 business days.

[darlingsblackbook]

Zayne x Crush-Ridden Nurse!Reader | Part Two

Just who is this woman who seems to be so close to ( your ) Dr. Zayne. It's time to investigate!

Love and Deepspace Masterlist

I | You casually asked MC what she does for work. She looked you dead in the eye and said, “I hunt nightmares.”

You blinked. She blinked.

Zayne walked by and said, “She’s not exaggerating.”

You went on break and googled “how to sedate yourself, respectfully.”

II | You tried to joke with MC: “So, you and Dr. Zayne… old friends?”

She raised a brow. “Define ‘old.’ Define ‘friends.’”

You laughed.

She didn’t.

So now you don’t either.

III | You brought MC a cup of tea once when she was in Zayne's office just to be nice - not to spy on what they were doing or anything

She sniffed it and said, “This isn’t poisoned, right?”

You panicked and immediately said, “I’d never!”

Zayne, without looking up: “Don’t be dramatic.”

You: “Who, me or her?”

Both ignored you.

IV | You asked, “So… how’d you two meet?”

MC shrugged. “Blood, mostly.���

You nodded like that made sense.

You immediately went home and journaled about it under “???”

V | You complimented MC’s coat.

She said, “Thanks. Got it off a guy who didn’t need it anymore.”

You nodded with a smile, "Ah, thrifted!”

She just winked.

You didn’t sleep that night.

VI | You awkwardly lingered near Zayne and MC during a conversation.

MC said, “Do you need something?”

You said, “No, no! Just… standing. Nurse stuff.”

Zayne: “You’re holding a stapler.”

You looked down. You were.

VII | You asked MC if she’d ever needed stitches.

She said, “Not from Zayne.”

You: Oh?

Zayne: “She does her own.”

You: Oh!

VIII | You tried to be relatable: “Being patched up must suck, right?”

MC: “Pain is temporary.”

You: “Haha yeah, like crushing heartbreak!”

MC stared.

You stared.

Zayne walked by.

IX | You tried to bond with MC over music.

You asked what she listens to.

She said, “The kind that makes you question your mortality.”

You said, “Cool! I like Lana Del Rey!”

XI | You said, “Doctor Zayne doesn’t talk much, huh?”

MC said, “He talks to me.”

You just said “Right” and stared out a window for forty-five minutes.

XII | You tried to joke, “Bet he’s fun at parties.”

MC: “He is. Surprisingly.”

You: “…Oh.”

Zayne walked by and said, “She once made me dance.”

You dropped your pen. Your soul. Your sense of hope.

XIII | You offered MC a hospital map.

She said, “I’ve been here more than you.”

"Okay!"

XIV | You said, “It must be nice, having someone like Zayne look after you.”

MC said, “He doesn’t look after me.”

Zayne (walking in): “She looks after herself.”

You: 😐

XV | You asked MC if she and Zayne were a thing.

She said, “What kind of thing?”

You panicked and said, “Like, objects!”

She said, “Then yes.”

You walked into a wall.

XVI | You complimented MC’s boots.

She said, “Thanks. They’ve stepped on several monsters.”

You said, “Mine are orthopedic.”

She nodded. “Powerful.”

XVII | You asked if she’s always this mysterious.

She said, “Only when I’m being watched.”

You tried to laugh but accidentally choked on your own spit.

Zayne handed you water without looking.

You dropped it.

XVIII | You saw MC sleeping in Zayne’s office once.

You stared for a full minute.

Zayne noticed.

He said, “Do you need something?”

You said, “Nope. Just admiring the… furniture.”

XIX | You asked MC if she ever gets scared doing her “job.”

She said, “Only of one thing.”

You leaned in. “What?”

Zayne walked in. She said, “Never mind.”

You’ve never known peace.

XX | You once asked her, “Are you two… serious?”.

She said, “Why, are you interested?”

You blacked out for six seconds.

XXI | MC called Zayne “Doc.”You usually just call him “Doctor Zayne." You tried “Doc” once. He blinked.

You panicked and said, “Dock-ter. Like… port dock. Boats.”

Silence.

He said, “Are you okay?”

XXII | You caught Zayne stitching up MC without gloves. Your training screamed internally. You opened your mouth to say something. MC said, “We’ve shared worse.” You shut your mouth.

Forever.

XXIII | You once tripped over your own foot trying to spy on them mid-conversation- again. MC said, “Graceful.” Zayne just kept talking. You played dead.

XXIV | MC leaned against Zayne’s desk like she owned it. You once asked to borrow his pen. He stared at you until you apologized and gave it back.

XXV | You found a random jacket in Zayne’s office.

You said, “Is this yours?”

He said, “No.”

MC walked in five seconds later and grabbed it.

You watched her walk out and said, “Cool! Love that for me!"

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[digitald0rk]

CHERRY BOMB

pairing : mark grayson x fem! reader [ implied childhood friends ]. synopsis : he's whipped — more than the cream on your milkshake. warnings : kinda suggestive. like one swear word. w.c : 2.0k. a/n : i cannot stick to a theme >:( taglist : @vm4879bb-blog @fairii-majii @rayaaa4444 @hihowyoudoin00 @hepdeerness @wadehowl3tt

this is pathetic.

he is pathetic.

william was showing him a song from some new band he discovered and all mark can think about is how this song reminds him of you.

his muse, his reason for living. his heart, it beats for you but it also aches — longs for you like no other. oh how he wishes you'd take the pain away and maybe kiss his heart better, like you kissed his small injuries better when you both were children.

he can't stop thinking about how he'd love to slow dance with you to this song, he's not the best dancer — he'll probably end up stepping on your foot, but if it makes you laugh, he'd make a fool out of himself every time, just to see your lips curl up into that beautiful smile and hear the sweet sound of your laughter again and again, the thought makes him smile out of nowhere, making william roll his eyes fondly.

“you with me lover boy?”

right, even william knows, but it's not because he's his best friend, hell almost everyone knows, it would be hard not to with the way his eyes go all soft, slowly blinking— pupils turning into hearts and a soft smile tugs at his lips at the mere mention of your name.

he's so far gone for you.

“what- yes ‘course i’m with you,” he clears his throat, lying through his teeth.

“and i’m not gay.”

it can’t be that obvious, surely.

he hears his phone buzz with the ringtone he’s set for you and immediately reaches for it, grinning like an idiot — a very lovesick one at that, happy you’ve agreed on going to the newly opened cafe with him.

it really is that obvious huh?

he's trying not to run his hand through his hair for the nth time as he waits for you nervously at the cafe, this isn't even a date — he would probably pass out from his nerves alone if it was.

he straightens up when he smells your perfume, the scent lingering in the air, ah hear you come. he quickly glances at his phone screen, making sure his hair isn't a mess or anything.

“hi,” you greet him, your voice — a melody he's grown incredibly fond of, it's something that has helped him so much when he was at rock bottom, it brings him unimaginable joy, yet it also sometimes makes him want to rip his ears off — that sweet voice of yours is also pure torture everytime he realizes he can't have you, he can't possibly risk your precious friendship, that's selfish. and he tries to convince himself everyday that he isn't selfish, but he's not so sure anymore.

“you okay?” oh right he hasn't responded yet, too busy staring at your face, the one he wants to kiss all over.

“yeah sorry . . . just you know,” he leans in, heartbeat increasing, “had another bad guy to take care of,” he whispers, eyes darting to your lips for a split second.

he shouldn't have done that.

not because you're one of his best friends, no, but because now he can't get the thought of pressing his lips against yours out of his head.

although he'd argue he'd end up thinking about that one way or the other.

“ah i see, hope it didn't tire you out too much”

“nah i’m good,” he flashes you a small smile, a kiss from you would be nice though, he thinks.

as you two decide what to order, his gaze keeps drifting to you — the way the light plays across your features, the subtle furrow of your brows as you contemplate what sweet treat to order, eyes focused on the menu unlike him.

and then a strand of your hair falls out of place right on your face. just great, now he has to hold himself back from tucking it behind your ear. it's like the universe is torturing him, but he'll take any of this torture as long as you promise to remain by his side, as long as you're here, he's happy.

he's too busy daydreaming about you so when the waiter asks for his order it takes him a while to snap back to his senses, quickly saying the name of the first thing his eyes land on.

“matcha?” you ask a little surprised as the waiter heads off to get your orders going.

he doesn't like matcha.

“uh yeah, thought i’d give it a try again, give it another chance” maybe you should give him a chance too.

okay he's getting a little carried away, but he can't really help himself. not when it comes to you.

as conversation flows easily between you two — packed with familiar banter, teasing and inside jokes, a warm fuzzy feeling settles inside his chest curling up around his heart, his heart overflowing with love for you.

but will you ever know the extent of his love?

he'd rather not think about that bitter thought while you're excitedly rambling about some new show you watched — god you're adorable, he wants to keep you in his pocket. he's all smiles and giggles, a soft flush adorning his cheeks which can be chalked up to the warm weather but, he knows better.

and maybe you should know better too and then kiss him.

he really wants to kiss you.

the softness in his eyes quickly disappears the second the waiter comes back with your drinks and food, muttering some flirty remark towards you.

his gaze bores holes into the back of the waiter's head, eyes only leaving him when he's out of his sight. he knows he has no right — you're not even his, but he can't bear the thought of you being with someone else, it makes him sick.

“go on, try it. i wanna see the look of pure disgust on your face,” you chuckle, taking a sip of your sweet strawberry milkshake.

oh right the matcha.

he gulps nervously, taking a small sip of his matcha, immediately regretting it, mark has always been expressive and by the looks of it, you were right.

“good?” you jokingly ask. he huffs amusedly, “so good,” he says sarcastically, playing along.

he's thankful you ordered him a piece of his favorite type of cake without him asking, you know him so well — or maybe you don't, considering you don't know how he'd give up everything he has just to be with you.

“this is really good,” he says absentmindedly as he savors the taste of the sweet treat, hands itching to wipe the small amount of whipped cream on the corner of your lips.

“really? can i have a bite?” 

a bite? you've got to be joking. you know you can have the whole thing right? you can have him — his soul that he's sure is intertwined with yours with the way his chest aches when you're not around and his heart, it's already yours. it's always been yours, was never his to begin with. you can have the world, he'd give it to you to the best of his ability, but sure you can take a bite.

he can't stop himself from smiling when he sees you enjoying a piece from his cake, he wants to see you happy, always. he doesn't like when you get sad, especially when he gets hurt, he always feels so guilty afterwards.

you even feed him a generous spoonful of your cake, which he happily accepts. he wonders if the other people in this cafe think you two are a couple — the thought makes him awfully giddy.

the matcha grows on him, or maybe it's the fact your presence alone is enough to distract him to down the whole thing easily.

“you want my cherry?” you ask, already plucking it from on top of the whipped cream on your milkshake, he doesn't protest against your offer, instead boldly leans in — hoping you'll feed it to him.

and you do, his lips brush ever so slightly against your fingers but it's enough to send a shiver down his spine.

the action is oddly intimate, especially with the way you're holding his gaze as he eats the sweet cherry, his body feels like it's on fire.

what kind of foreplay is this? he's gotta ask william.

“thanks,” he manages to mutter out, his voice cracking slightly.

he watches as you finish your milkshake, lips wrapped around the straw-

woah not there mark! he holds his thoughts back from straying into that direction as he finishes his remaining food.

he sheepishly tells you about the whipped cream around the corner of your lips, handing you a tissue — he wants to wipe it off with his thumb, well he really wants to kiss it but he's not that bold. although sometimes he wishes he was.

but then maybe you two wouldn't have gotten this close to begin with — so he'll be himself, the mark you know, hoping one day he works up the courage to earn the right to shower you with all the affection and love in the world.

he smugly grins when you try to pay at the counter and then come to know he's already paid in advance.

“mark.”

“you can pay next time.”

“that's what you always say!”

“hm do i?” he makes a show of thinking long and hard, rubbing his chin and all as he gets a coffee for william — as he'd insisted mark get him something from the recently opened cafe in the area.

the conversation and shared laughter dies down as you two make your way out, it's time to leave and part ways, mark has been dreading this the second he got here.

don't leave me.

his chest tightens with unspoken words and affection when you bid him goodbye, with a hug. he doesn't want to pull away — arms lingering around for awhile even when you start pulling away.

don't go. please.

even though the words remain unspoken —  his eyes speak volumes, even the feelings he's too scared to utter out loud.

and as the wind blows, rustling your hair — you look back at him one last time with that damn smile, he hopes the next time you two are together, it ends with you not leaving but instead in his arms, where you belong.

or well at least where he thinks you belong — he's getting ahead of himself again isn't he?

he smiles back although it doesn't quite reach his eyes, watching you walk away until you're out of his sight.

and now he's left there alone. he ends up taking a sip from the coffee to distract himself but it's bitter — almost bitter like the thought of never having you, never having you as his.

he sighs, god he's hopeless. better get back to william’s before his coffee gets all cold.

“you look like someone just drained the life out of you,” william teases him as mark hands him the coffee that's still somewhat warm, “don't tell me a vampire attacked you,” he jokes but mark’s mind is somewhere else — you.

he already misses you.

“quit moping around and spill the tea already,” william groans playfully, feigning annoyance as he sips on his coffee.

“i’m such an idiot.”

“tell me something new mark.”

“not helping.”

william scoots his chair closer to mark on the bed, “did you mess up?”

“no, i don't think so.”

“the why do you look like a sad kicked puppy?”

“i’ll never have-”

“oh my god not this again,” william sighs loudly, “we've been through this likea gazillion times mark.”

“what kind of foreplay is cherry eating?”

william almost spits out his coffee. “i beg your finest fucking pardon?”

and as mark rambles about you, reliving the memories of you sure makes him shy and giddy — he tells his best friend, “she asked if i wanted her cherry, and-”

“oh you do, real bad,” william snickers knowingly in a suggestive tone which makes mark pause and raise a brow.

“oh my god you are so dense, and you missed the perfect opportunity to flirt,” william rubs his temples like an overworked stressed parent.

“how did you know i want-”

oh.

that kind of cherry.

“william!” mark is quick to throw a pillow at his friend — embarrassed and cheeks starting to heat up, a blush creeping up his neck.

“oof,” william lets out a surprised noise, “hey you're not denying it,” he teases — earning another smack with a pillow from the half viltrumite.

“shut up.”

“you're still not denying the idea, real subtle there.” 

“i hate you.”

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[petew21-blog]

Homophobic gym teacher

I hate PE. I hate it so freaking much that I’d rather have history with Mr. Douglas every day than to run in front of Mr. Mills every day. He hates me, ever since I came out as gay at school I received mostly good feedback from others. Even my bullies were kinda nice about it. Thank God I live in the twenty first century. But one person didn’t really take It well.

I browsed through his instagram a few times. And while I looked for the perfect photo of him flexing his biceps, showing his abs or anything that would help me for my jerk off session, I found out that he was quite hardcore republican. How a person like this could get into education is beyond me.

As always I finished jerking off while looking at his regular bathroom gym photo. Man, what I would give to fuck him. Why do jerks always have the perfect body?

My phone buzzed. I snapped back into reality. Jack, my friend who is also gay, but not out yet, texted me.

“Hey, are we gonna ditch school tomorrow? I can’t hear any more of that Mills bullshit while we climb the rope”

“We’re gonna be rope climbing? Ah fuck me. He’s gonna be insufferable.”

“My thoughts exactly. So? Are we skipping school?”

“I can’t man. I gotta keep up my attendance after missing so many days thanks to Mr. Mills”

Next day, 2:29 PM

I stood next to the rope, waiting for Jake to finish his turn. Mr. Mills stood below him, screaming. Jake couldn’t get to the top. Mr. Mills told him to get down and screamed at him some more. What an asshole. It was my turn. The bell rang. “Fuck yeah. No more rope climbing for me.” My classmates, me included, turned to head to the lockers.

Mr. Mills: ”González? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Me: ”Sir, the class is over and it’s Friday.”

Mr. Mills: ”The class is over when I say it is over. Get on the fucking rope and stop talking back at me. The rest of you can leave.”

I got close to the rope. I grabbed it and squeezed the rope between my feet. I started pulling myself up and immediately felt the pain of lifting myself. I knew I was weak, I didn’t really need some wannabe teacher slash gym freak to remind me and scream at me what a lazy piece of shit I am. I tried to ignore him. I gave myself a goal to just finish it and leave, but Mr. Mills stood directly below me to comment on my fat ass slowing me down.

I was almost at the top, a wave of happiness swept over me. “Shit, I’m gonna make it!”

And right then I slipped. And instead of locking my feet, I just let go off the rope.

THUD

“I survived. Fuck. I fell from the freaking rope. My head was hurting so hard. My head? But I thought that I fell on my back? Ahhh the pain.”

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the fall. I tried blinking several times and my vision was slowly getting better. I lifted my arm to grab on my head, but as I did it didn’t feel right. I looked at my arm. It was bigger. As in full of muscles.

“What the hell?” I said out loud, but instead of my young squeaky almost too feminine voice a low baritone came out of my throat.

“How the fuck…?!” I looked to my left. There was my body getting up from the ground

Me: ”Mr. Mills?”

Mr. Mills: ”Ah you gotta be fucking kidding me?! Is that you González?”

Me: ”I… Yes. How… How did this happen?” Mr. Mills: ”Does it look like this happens to me a lot?”

Me: ”But… it’s scientifically impossible”

Mr. Mills: ”I bet this was caused by those covid vaccines to make you immigrant fags take over our lives.”

Me: ”Yeah… right. Cause everyone wants to be a stupid republican”

Mr. Mills: ”Shut your mouth or…” he was interrupted by the janitor telling us to leave so he can lock the school. Mr. Mills gave me his car keys and I gave him instructions how to find my locker. We decided to meet each other in his car and to figure out what to do after that.”

After many unsuccessful attempts I found his Chevrolet and entered the passenger’s seat. Few moments later, I realized that I’m gonna be the one driving so I switched seats and got behind the wheel for the first time in my life. His car was amazing, it smelt great and was clean. How should I even drive this thing? I don’t drive a car. I’ll get us into trouble.

I stopped overthinking about the car. “I am in my teachers body. The one who bullied me almost every day. I am an adult male.” I looked into the rearview mirror. “Fuck, I am in one of the hottest man’s body around. And I am wasting it just worrying here. I flexed and squeezed my new biceps. Fuuuck. It’s so huge. I checked if no one else was around and lifted up my shirt.

“Oh my gooood” I slammed my head into the seat. “This is so hot!”

My new abs and pecs now uncovered were the most perfect ones I have ever seen. The ones I jerk off to every night before sleep. And now it’s here. All for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Mills in my body approaching the car. And behind him ran Jake. They entered the car.

I tried to improvise: „Why is your friend here?”

Jake: „Holy shit. So it is true. Mr. Mills would never react so calm. Is that really you in there, Daniel?”

I turned at Mr. Mills who now had a very irritated face. “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out.”

Jake: „I didn’t believe it at first, but Daniel never swears like this. And your vocabulary isn’t exactly rich so I knew really quickly where I heard the phrases before. Damn, I’m good. So? What are we gonna do? We should test it out somehow. Shit, Daniel you should get drunk tonight!”

Mr. Mills: „No! There won’t be no drinking, touching or anything with my body. This is definitely temporary and we will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Me: „If you think so…”

I drove Jake and my body home. Mr. Mills had to give me a speed course of driving, but his muscle memory helped me out way more than I thought. We set up some ground rules. No drinking, no drugs, no permanent changes to our bodies, no photos and no sex. He left the car while saying something about a fag in his body, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I speeded to get to his house asap.

I didn’t really explore the house as much when I arrived. I went straight to where I thought was the bedroom and immediately started taking off my clothes. His black speedo was PACKING and getting tighter every minute, but I really wanted to make this first exploration as perfect as possible. I lifted up the shirt, touching my new hairless and fatless stomach. I flexed and sets of abs appeared. I touched every last one of them. My hand continued up to my new large pecs.

“God damn, Mr. Mills. These are some perfect man titties.” I squeezed them. They looked so tight in all the photos, but when I wasn’t flexing them, they were quite soft. Must be amazing to lay on these. I played with them some more before taking off my shirt and releasing my new hairy pits. I took a long whiff off them. “I smell like a proper MAN now!” I licked it as well, enjoying the salty taste of Mr. Mills’s pits. I looked at myself in the mirror. My new dick was hard as a rock and waited for me to take care of it.

I headed to the shower and turned on a hot water. “Your body is probably not used to a hot water, am I right, Mr. Mills? I bet you are one of those cold water freaks who bathe in the icy waters.” I hated his voice before, but right now as I was controlling it, I began to like it so much.

The water poured all over my large body, from the perfect face, over my massive pecs, hairless abs and right to my beautiful dick. “Nice dick, Mr. Mills!” I said and chuckled over the fact that I just said that.

I suddenly got a mischievous idea. I came out of the shower and texted Jake.

Jake: „I can’t believe I’m doing this. I am just squeezing Mr. Mills��s pecs and touching his abs. Can you believe it, Daniel?”

Me: „It’s wild, right? But I got an idea. Wanna make it more interesting?”

Jake: „Interesting how?”

Me: „Stop touching me you lazy fag” I said in an authoritative voice and Jake moved his hands away from me quickly.

Jake: „Why did you do that? I got scared.”

Me: „I bet you are scared, you little fag. I know you just came over so that you could jerk off you little dick and watch me enjoy myself.”

Jake: „Daniel?”

Me: „Daniel won’t save you right now. You will do as I say. Ok?”

Jake finally caught up to my roleplay scenario and started acting as well. And by the look of his face I knew that he was really into it.

Jake: „Yes, Mr. Mills. I will do whatever you say.”

I sat down on the couch watching. “I want you to admire my body and say how hot I am and how horny it makes you.”

Jake got his hands on MY body and got a bit nervous: „You have sexy abs, Mr. Mills.”

Me: „You think that’s enough? That they are just sexy?”

Jake: „I think they’re the hottest abs I have ever seen”

Me: „How about my biceps. You like them?”

Jake: „They are SO big. I want you to squeeze my head in them. I want to lick your armpit hair. I want to kiss you.”

Me: „That’s a good boy. How about you show me how good you are, you fag?”

I moved his hands over to my new hard crotch.

Jake smiled and licked his lips

I fucking love being in this body.

And I bet Jake’s ass is gonna love this body even more.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/petew21-blog/780674479706734592/homophobic-gym-teacher-part-2?source=share

[pseudowho]

"Oi mate! This one yours?"

Kento faltered, an exasperated half-smile on his lips as he took you in, one hand on his hip and the other clutching his lower face. You swayed, completely smashed and giggling to yourself, on the bouncer's seat outside the club. The crowds bustled around you, heading home, somewhere between morning and night.

The bouncer looked peeved at your constant mild mockery of him, laughing to yourself with messy hair, a wonky dress, your heels in your hand, and bubbling over with ginrumtequilasoursshots. Kento sighed to himself, his resignation sparking with affectionate humour.

"Yes. Yes, that one is...mine."

Your ears piqued to hear Kento, a genuine grin splashing over your bleary-eyed face. You threw your arms into the air, the bouncer flinching away from you.

"Kento! Uppies!"

"Don't be ridiculou-- not giving you uppies--"

Your face crumpled, all innocent disappointment, and it shot Kento through with knives. A faint blush smattered across high, tight cheekbones, his face otherwise the picture of cool impassivity.

"...fine. Uppies. Just this once."

With a gigglesnort, your head swooped as you allowed Kento to lift you effortlessly onto his back, and sighed deeply into the heat of him, his enormous hands cupping your arse and hips. You felt yourself swayed half to sleep by his steady steps, the cool smell of night air on tarmac, and the sounds of the club fading into the distance behind you.

"...Kento?"

"Hmmm?" You bit your lip at the rumble of his back against your body. You replied, saccharine.

"...love you, Kento. Thanks...thanks for picking me up."

Another rumble, dismissive. "I love you. As if I wouldn't pick you up."

"...some boyfriends wouldn't pick me up--"

"When was I ever 'some boyfriends'?"

You bit into his shoulder, squirming against his back as he tensed. You fizzled, every nerve alight with liquor and want. Kento was silent for a moment, still walking in and out of streetlight shadow, in, out, in, out...

"...besides, I'm your husband."

You gasped, your head swimming with drink and surprise. "Oh yeah! Oh wow...my husband...yeah."

Kento scoffed, used to this. He felt your hands trail over his chest as he pressed you into the back seat of the car, strapping you in. He knew better than to put you and your drunk, wandering hands into the passenger seat.

You barely blinked, snoring in the back seat, before you awoke with a jolt and a squeak, being carried into the house. Kento juggled keys, and the car blip-blipped behind him as he fumbled the door open, kicking it closed behind him.

"Hey, Kento..." you whispered, loudly, as if bestowing a great secret, "...I think...we should go to bed..."

"Ah, yes. Definitely."

"...yeah?" You flirted, not as sly and seductive as you thought. Kento's nose grazed yours, his voice lowering a decibel. He laid you back on the bed, and crawled over you, strong arms bracketing you in as he spoke.

"...first...I'll undress you, nice and slow."

You squirmed, giggling beneath his forehead kisses, and he continued.

"...then, I'll get something more...comfortable, out of your wardrobe."

You bit the back of your hand, wiggling beneath him as his twinkling eyes drank you in.

"And then...I'll get you all dressed up."

You were on fire, alight with promise, and groped shamelessly at Kento's biceps as he chuckled.

"...and I'll take off all your make-up, and put you in your ugliest pyjamas, and brush your teeth, and put you to bed. With a glass of water and some pain relief on the nightstand."

You slapped his chest in a half-genuine sob, devastated, certain you'd managed to seduce him this time.

"Nooo, Kentoooo...please please please fuck me--"

"Absolutely not."

"But why not?!"

"Behave yourself."

"Don't you want me?"

"--looking like a sloppy Tanuki? No, my darling--"

"Hate you."

A quiet rumble, a laugh as he made his promise come true, stripping you naked just to dress you again. Brushing your teeth. Cleaning your face, and moisturising it. Rolling you into bed, more wine than woman.

You managed just a few more incoherent noises of complaint...before soft snores filled your bedroom. Kento huffed, chuckling to himself as he got ready for bed.

One night, you convinced yourself as you dipped into sleep, you may manage to seduce him while drunk. Tonight was not that night. Nor the next night. Not the next night. Nor the next night--

[p1astr81]

hii could you do Oscar × Reader size kink fic? Random hookup or enemies to lovers or anything really! thanxx

smut!! You’re responsible for the content you consume!! size kink, praise kink, pain kink, begging, no mention of protection (wrap ur willy’s), this is just… the filthiest thing I’ve ever written.

Oscar needed to get his head straight and he couldn’t do that when he was frustrated.

Sexually frustrated, that is.

Which is how he found himself at a club at the beginning of the night. He expected to go home with a random girl. He definitely didn’t expect his on-track rival to be the one under him to end the night.

He made you cum on his fingers first in preparation for the real thing. He wasn’t a monster.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, impatient and incoherently begging for him to fuck you.

“What happened to those glares you love to give me?” He teased, fiddling with the button of his pants.

Like it was a cue, you glared at him. “Fuck you, Piastri.” You bit, but you couldn’t held the was your hips bucked against his hand when his fingers ghosted your clit.

Oscar smirked, uncharacteristically smug. “You know, I’ve heard you say that quite a bit. Guess you’re finally getting what you want.” He continued to tease, loving how it riled you up.

His pants dropped to the floor along with his boxers, earning a soft gasp from you. “Jesus fucking Christ.” You breathed, eyes on his dick. Thick, but also longer than any you’d ever seen. “That’s not gonna fit.” You laughed, breathless and nervous.

And it was then that he truly realized the size difference. You were shorter than him, by a noticeable amount. He towered over you when you stood next to each other. Heat flowed to his dick at the thought.

“You flatter me.”

“I’m serious.”

He crawled up the bed to meet you face to face. “I’ll go slow.” He promised, planting a kiss to your forehead—far too domestic for two people who claimed to hate each other.

You nodded, closing your eyes. You felt his tip nudge against your clit and you let out a small whimper.

“You ready, baby?” The pet name wasn’t intentional—just a slip of the tongue—but neither of you dwelled on it, too drunk on the promise of a good fuck.

You nodded. Not enough for him. “With your words.” He said, soft but authoritative.

“Yes! Stop fucking teasing, Piastri!” You mewled, bucking your hips.

He chuckled, a low, gruff sound that was too appeasing to your ears for your liking.

Oscar eased in slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to the size of him. “There ya go. I knew you could do it.” He praised once he was fully seated inside of you, teeth grazing your ear. He felt you squeeze around him at the praise. Duly noted. “Whenever you’re ready.” He advised.

Your breathing had already picked up, quick breaths as the pain of him turned into pleasure. Nails found his broad shoulders, just ghosting over the skin. “Okay, okay. I’m good.” You nodded, eyes still closed.

He started his thrusts at a slow pace, still unsure how ready you were. Especially when your head was already thrown back and your jaw hanging open with shallow moans already escaping. Your nails finally dug in, earning a sharp inhale. But it didn’t pain Oscar, actually, it felt too good. “Fuck me properly.” You told him.

“You gonna ask nicely?”

Any idea of continuing with the banter ended when he slowed his thrusts almost to a stop. You whined. “Please! Please just fuck me!”

He grinned, picking up the pace of his thrusts, his hips near slamming into yours. Obscene repeats of ah! ah! ah! echoed around the walls, tangling with low groans from Oscar when he felt your nails dig lines down his back, and the wet squelching and slapping. It was straight from a porno.

Oscar looked down, trying to catch a glimpse of where your bodies meet. Big fucking mistake.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, seeing his dick poke through your lower stomach with every thrust. The sight was too much, getting him too close too quick.

“Look at you, look at how well you take me.” He groaned, directing your eyes to witness what he was. “So fuckin’ perfect for me.”

The sight and his words drew a high pitched moan out of you, your stomach tightening. “I can feel you’re getting close, squeezing me.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Another high pitched moan rang off the walls. “Oscar! Please! ‘M gonna cum!” Your nails dug in father. He was sure you drew blood, but he didn’t care. It felt too good.

“Go on, I’ve got you.”

That’s all you needed to let go, gushing your release all over his cock. You squeezed him tight. It’s all he needed to cum with you, moaning your name, telling you how pretty you look all fucked out.

After he cleaned you up, he came to lay beside you. You were only half awake by then.

“No wonder you’ve never gotten disqualified for being underweight.” You mumble, instinctively cuddling into him.

He let you, wrapping his arms around you, laughing at your joke. “I don’t think we can say we hate each other after that.”

“Hm. Maybe you can’t, but I can.”

He smiled. “Fine. But only if we can do this again.”

You looked up at him, lazy smile and eyes only half open. “That good, huh?”

“Best I’ve ever had.” He shrugged. “Even if you did make me bleed.”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

Oscar carefully pulled away from you, turning his back to you. You gasped. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You reached out, pads of your fingers brushing over the wounds—no longer bleeding.

He shrugged, lying back down, tangling with you once more. “It’s okay.” He hesitated. “It felt kind of good.” He admitted.

You chuckled, resting your head over his beating heart. “Guess I’ll remember that for the next time.” You grinned.

[evilminji]

You know how... world leaders can't just? SAY stuff? Because when they DO it's the Offical Stance(tm) of their Country?

That makes their Fuck Ups(tm) all the more serious. It's WHY they have press teams.

But!!!

WHAT IF?

They said something, PUBLICLY, on LIVE TELEVISION, that? Can not be taken back? Full on "masks off, behold the horrors you have payed for" moment?

Sure, they could SAY "that wasn't me" and "I was brainwashed" etc etc. But? If it's BIG enough? UGLY enough? TRUE??? People WILL find it. Dig and dig and dig like termites in the walls. Hunt like bloodhounds.

Riot in the streets.

Because? All it would TAKE? Is ONE half ghost, a few too many long nights trying to balance college classes and his internship, a bigotry filled call from back home, and staring down that empty fridge with just one box of moldering take out, because he's been too busy and stressed to remember to get GROCERIES AND-

Ah.

So this is what "so stressed you feel calm, I have run out of Fucks too give" feels like. Neat. *picks up phone* Hey, Sam? You still at that protest? Outside the presidential speech? Neat. Don't move.

One Phone Line Express later. SAM is telling him to breathe. Maybe... maybe calm down. Think about this. Others around her can see the same "spark of madness" glint in his almost zen like smile.

It Fiiiiine, Sam.

He's just here to Talk.

He disappears. Sam's freaking out. President stumbles but catches himself on the way to the mike. Up in the watch tower, various Magic users choke on their lunches, because a ghost just possessed the United States President.

ON LIVE TELEVISION.

He taps the Mike, smile, leans in real close like he's gonna Tell You Folks A Secret.... Aaaaand~

"The second you Die, you no longer have human rights. Doesn't matter how brief. Heart stops? You're sub-human scum! Non-sentient by American law. We here in the United Stares PROUDLY desecrate the bodies and graves of the dead. Tear apart the immortal souls of the innocent. And condemn you to oblivion crying, begging, and screaming for mercy! Why, obviously, is an act. Because souls don't have the RIGHT to feel fear or pain!

And YES. We do mean EVERYONE'S. Atlantian, Kryptonian, Martian. Canadian, Mexican, Russian, AND Chinese! I could keep going! Once you die? You belong to the United States to experiment on as we see fit! You're PROPERT now! So turn your nonrights having, nonsentient self in to the nearest GIW! For the good of AMERICA. Ectoplasmic Scum!"

*drops mic*

Jaws are on the floor. This was VETERANS DAY. Dead military Heros and smile for the cameras. A cake walk. Do a patriotism, rah rah. There.... there are DIPLOMATS in the crowd. Sure as SHIT, were more then a few foreign nationals WATCHING. Religious leaders looking on in fury, grief, and horror.

Reporters. Oh sweet Jesus the reporters.

The press secretary faints.

PANDEMONIUM. The president, still dazed and confused from being possessed, gets PUNCHED on live television be his VP, a deeply religious if moderately shady man. Take bribes? VP is cool with that. Bootstraps, peasants, and all that. But how DARE you fuck with the Souls of the dead. How DARE you!

Phones are blowing up, questions are being shouted, the JLA Dark FEEL like they should tell somebody about the ghost kid... but also this feels VERY "Call for help-y" so they might throw their weight around instead and pretend they know nothing. World leader are meaningfully staring at their Dear Beloved Dead Grandmother's photos as they send LIVID assistants to hound the American into answering the DAMN PHONE-!

And Danny?

Danny feels calmer now. He has stolen like....700 bucks from secret security's various wallets. He's going to buy himself BOUGIE groceries. Some...some NICE take out. Maybe a little cake. Yeah~ Cake for Danny~

If anyone needs him? No you don't. He needs to go do some shopping, eat, lie on the floor of his shower and just... vibe for a bit under the spray. In the dark maybe. Sleep for a week. Have his food. Yummy little treats.

Or he's gonna fuckin LOSE IT, man.

(Tucker is actively hacking his college schedule as they speak. He KNEW it. Called it! Too many classes! But does Mr "I can handle it" listen? Noooooooo! Now look what happened! Holy SHIT, Danny!)

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[writingoddess1125]

Window Visit

Masterlist <<

>> Kofi cause I'm Poor

Kurt Wagner x GN Reader

Fluffy Fluff Ass Fluff!

Soft snores filled your small one bedroom apartment, you having had a rather long day had been dead to the world- Drool staining your pillow as you were off in the land of fluffy clouds.

Tap Tap...

Why were the clouds making a tapping noise?

Tap Tap Tap..

The Fuc-

Tap Tap Tap Tap!

You wake up from your odd dream with a start, looking around confused as you hear the tapping sound once again. Looking to your window as you just saw- Darkness? Turning on your light quickly you almost give a soft shriek as you see Kurt, AKA The Amazing Nightcrawler and your dear friend on your window seal waving at you with a clearly busted face and cheeky smile.

"Oh my God Kurt!" You rush over falling from your bed and to the floor to the window and slide it open quickly, pulling the blue man inside as he holds his side and chuckles.

"Surprise!" He says far too cheerfully for your taste.

"Why didn't you just teleport inside!? Youre injured!" You hiss at him still a bit asleep as you look over him a bit frantically, luckily you saw only a few scraps and probably some bruising however nothing seemed to serious off first glance.

"Its Rude to just appear in someone's home Schatz" He said with a chuckle before wincing softly, You shaking your head at his antics.

"Think anything is broken or are you just bruised?" You ask, Kurt gives a soft shrug. "Bruised mostly, a few nice cuts. Nothing too bad"

You nod, leading him towards the bathroom.

"Best to get you washed up first, then I can get you bandaged up" You say, Kurt nodding as he followed you, watching you grab some stuff for him.

"Come on, Pop the top" You say as you wave your hand for his shirt, he chuckles and peels it off and hands it to you, being mindful of his injuries. You exchanging it for a fluffy towel, spare toothbrush and a wash cloth.

"Wanting to stare?" He teased as he gestured to his naked torso, You rolling your eyes and giving a fake purr at him.

"Of course Blue~ Now. Freshen Up, You smell" You say sticking your tongue out at him which made Kurt laugh and wave you away. You taking his top with you and close the bathroom door behind you, chucking his shirt in the wash as you hear some water running.

Kurt sighs as he looks around your space- Seeing the different products you kept and such before jumping in the shower to get cleaned up.

He spent a good 20 minutes in the shower, which allowed you time to grab some extra blankets and pillows to toss on your bed. Making sure to also lock the window. When the water shut off you walked back over and knocked, The door swinging open as Kurt stood with the towel around his waist brushing his teeth.

"Vo 'ou 'always ha'e 'xtra tuu'th 'rushes?" (Do you always have extra tooth brushes?) He asked taking time to get his fangs and spitting-

"Yes your suppose to get a new one ever 3 months blue-" His brows raised at this in surprise as he set the brush down.

"3 Monate?!" He exclaimed as you nod.

"Come on, sit on the throne, it will be easier to get you bandaged anyway" You say as you walk into your bathroom turning on the warm water and grab the med kit under the sink, Kurt chuckles as he takes a seat on the closed toilet while keeping the towel around his waist tighter to keep modest, you beginning to take a warm rag to any noticeable cuts, making the man hiss in pain.

"Big Baby- Now why aren't you at Xavier's were Doc Mccoy can give you some proper medical care" You question, cleaning a would would some rubbing alcohol as you placed a large bandage across it.

"Ah Meine bessere Hälfte, you make it sound like you don't want me vere" He said with a cheeky smile, You giving him a playful glare as you began to wrap his torso in a thick bandage.

"You know that's not what I meant Fuzzy-"

"Nein, I was on the way back and we flew near by your place. Decided to stop by and visit" He admitted, while you wanted to be mad at him for doing something like that you couldn't. Instead going and placing some bandages on his face after wiping the blood clean.

"Well- Next time just teleport in, Id hate for you to catch a cold trying to visit" You say, shooting him a smile as you wrap up his fingers last- seeing a few cuts on them most likely from the handle of his sword.

"And All done! There!" You beam a smile at him which he returns, wiggling his three fingers at you.

"Danke"

You slide the med kit back and clean up the bits of trash from the counter. Kurt rolling up with a sigh as he followed you out still in his towel as he saw you chuck his pants into the wash having grabbed them from the floor on your way out.

"Uhh Engel my-" He gestured to his clothes in the wash.

"Ill give you something to wear, besides its late anyway- Just spend the night" You call out from your room, the sound of shuffling going on as Kurt turned to your tiny apartment couch.

"Ah Do you want me on the Couc-"

He was cut off as a pair of your shorts hit his face, Him pulling it off with his tail as he glanced in your direction. Seeing you already climbing in bed as you pat the space next to you.

"Get in the Bed Fuzzy-"

You call out, Kurt seeming to freeze for a moment before smiling- Stepping just out of your view to slip into the shorts before teleporting himself next to your bed.

"Goodnight Engel" Kurt said softly, his tail wrapping around your waist as you yawn closing your eyes and letting sleep reclaim you, a smile now on your lips.

Kurt slowly sliding into your bed as he gave a loud groan- clearly his body exhausted from his mission and a soft bed was more then welcome, Pulling the blankets over both of you as you cuddle into the Blue man, he hesitates but only for a second as he wraps his arms around you with a content sigh.

"Goodnight Blue"

[nineteenninety-six]

Abbot or robinavitch with a daughter who’s terrified of hospitals? (Ironically enough) and idk maybe accidentally cuts herself while cooking and has to get stitches

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Daughter!reader

TW: blood. injuries caused by a knife. stitches etc.

Home Cooked meals were not all that common in the Robinavitch household. With your fathers’ twelve-hour shifts not ending until seven pm and your days being taken up by school and evenings by your part-time babysitting job, cooking has been placed on the back burner. The two of you mostly survived off of take-outs, deliveries and pity meals given to you by Dana once she realises what was happening but you were determined to change that today.

With a fridge full of freshly bought groceries, a flicker of inspiration lit up inside of you and you spent your journey home from school scouring the internet looking for recipes you could make. You had a couple of hours after you arrived home until your dad returned back from work and so you got straight to work.

With music blasting through the bluetooth speakers and the recipe you were using was pulled up on your ipad, you were in your own world. Chopping, sauteing, seasoning, you were on a roll and steamrolling ahead and so caught up in your mind that you weren't paying proper attention to how you were gripping the avocado that when you were slicing into it, it completely rolling out of your hand giving the knife free real estate to your palm and on-boy did it take the opportunity.

"Ah!" You jump back with a gasp, knife and avocado falling to the counter with a clatter. Blood bubbles up immediately along with a searing throbbing pain that spreads across your hand steadily.

"Shit..." You swear as you reach for a tea towel to stifle the flow. You wrap the towel around your hand and clench your hand into fist and clean the mess your blood made on the counter with your uninjured hand.

You attempt to return to cooking but your hand hurts too much and the adrenaline makes you shake, so you return to the living room couch to wait for your dad to return home.

You don't have to wait long. You soon hear the telltale sound of keys in the door as your dad finally comes home.

He calls out your name as he takes his shoes and bag off and hangs his jumper off of the hooks that sat in the entryway, "Are you cooking? Something smells amazing!"

"Um... Kinda." You stutter out, unsure how to answer him.

"Everything okay?" Your dad appears in the doorway, "You usually meet me at the door."

You feebly wave your injured hand. "I may have... injured myself."

Your dad doesn't waste a moment as he speeds to your side, taking your hand in a gentle grip as he tuts at you.

"How the hell did you do this?" He asks as he analyses your injury.

"I was trying to cut an avocado." You tell him, "How bad is it?"

Your dad looks at you with a sympathetic frown, "Bad. You need stitches."

"Stitches?!" You try to pull backs but your dad's grip is solid despite its gentleness.

"Yes, stitches."

"You can't do it here?"

"Afraid not."

You bite your lip as you realise that you have no choice, "Who's working tonight?"

"Abbot."

You make a face at Abbot's name. Abbot was a great doctor but you needed someone who was a bit softer and sweeter, considering how much you hated hospitals.

"Ellis is there too." Your dad adds, "You like her."

You calm slightly at the familiar name, "I do. Parker is nice."

Your dad stands and pulls you up to your feet before ushering you over to the doorway where your trainers sat, "C'mon get your shoes on and we'll go to the hospital."

"You don't want to eat first?" You ask, looking over your shoulder to peer at the kitchen as you leave the house.

"Did you even finish cooking?" Your dad asks as he locks the door behind you.

You shake your head no and your dad laughs as he guides you to his car, "It's okay, we'll get something delivered."

"Dr Robby?" Bridgette, the night shift charge nurse, looked at the day attending in confusion as the two of you approached the nurse station, "Did you forget something?"

Your father motioned towards you and you held your injured hand up, the tea towel now drenched in blood.

"We're in need of some stitches Bridgette. Is Ellis around?"

Bridgette looks down at her computer, searching for the doctor in question, "She's occupied but Abbot is available."

"What about Shen?" You ask, halfway prepared to run out of the hospital.

"He's busy too, sweetheart." Bridgette shakes her head, "It's either Abbot or your dad."

"What are you volunteering me for?" Abbot asked as he approached the station, head swiveling as he looked for answers.

"She cut her hand open, needs stitches." Your dad answers and Abbot's gaze finally lands on your injured hand.

He holds his hands out and you obey his silent demand by placing your hand in his and you wince as he peels back the towel to look at the wound. 

He winces and lets out a low whistle as he examines it, "Damn, who'd you get into a fight with?"

"An avocado" You roll your eyes.

Abbot's lips quirk as he tries to not laugh at you as he rewraps your hand and sends you off to an empty room and tells you he'll be stitching up you. As you walk off, your dad pulls Abbot to the side and tells him about your fear of hospitals.

"Your daughter is afraid of hospitals?" Abbot looks close to laughter, "Daughter of a doctor is scared of your place of work."

Robby rolls his eyes, "Just be gentle…please."

Abbot realises how serious it was and nods, "Of course, I'll be…gentle."

You keep your gaze on your dad, injured hand to the side as you face the other way, desperate to not watch as Abbot got to work with your hand. You had been given painkillers and a numbing agent in the area so it no longer hurt but you still had no wish to watch Abbot do what he does best.

Your father realises that and so he strikes up a conversation in hopes to distract you enough.

"So, what were you planning on cooking tonight?"

"Some recipe I found online, nothing special."

"It's definitely special, you're making it."

You smile shyly at your dads words, he always had a way of making sure you knew you were loved and appreciated especially since his work took up so much time affecting the time he spent with you.

"Well I ruined it" You pout, "There's blood all in the salad."

"Gross" Abbot mutters from where he was hunched over your hand.

You nod at his words, "Exactly, gross."

"You can try again when you're healed up, maybe sans avocado. As for today, we can pick up some chinese or pizza. None of us are in any state to do any cooking today."

Abbot pauses in the middle of the stitches and looks up at you both, "You guys are getting chinese food?"

"Perhaps."

"If you order from the one around the block then it'll still be hot when it reaches here."

"Who said anything about you getting chinese food?" You dad questions Abbot but it was just lighthearted teasing, you knew your dad would buy Abbot a meal.

"I stitch up your daughter and I can't even get fried rice in return?"

"All you're getting is wonton soup, take it or leave it."

"I ain't taking shit."

You laugh at the back and forth bickering between the friends and before you knew it, Abbot was done with your hand and was wrapping your hand in gauze and gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"You're all done here kid. A nurse will be by with your discharge papers."

You smile up at him, "Thank's Dr Abbot."

"No problem but do me a favour?"

You nod quickly, "Sure."

"Make sure your dad gets me that fried rice, I really don't want wonton soup."

You bite your lip to stifle the laugh that wanted to spill and nod seriously, "Of course. Fried rice, not soup."

Abbot nods at you one last time before he leaves the room, "Thanks kid."

[cyberrmusee]

currently thinkin bout

stoic!kuna x bubbly!blackgf

you didn’t understand a lot of things. physics, chemistry, math, in any form, god math.. you hated that stupid fucking subject. but more than anything, what vexed you most on the planet, was your boyfriend, sukuna.

he was so cold and stoic, you never really saw him display any form of emotion other than straight up dissatisfaction. other than when he was absolutely fucking your brains out, which he currently was.

you were in the meanest mating press, your knees nearly pressed against the pillow behind your head as he brought the full weight of his body down every time he thrusted forward. the bed shook viciously, headboard banging against the wall. “ah- ah! k-kuna!”

he grunted in response, his nails digging in your hips from how tight his grip was, he was staring at how his cock slid in and out you, soaked with your juices as his hips smacked against yours, back and forth—plap plap plap!

“shit so—hah-fuckin good mama.” he growled as he worked his hips forward. every time he fucked you it felt like losing your virginity all over again. he split you open so good, it was white hot pain but deep intense pleasure.

your boyfriend couldn’t get enough of you, like— ever. he wasn’t the best at showing you how much he loved or cared for you, displays of affection just weren’t really his thing, but when he was balls deep inside of you? god call him a fuckin romantic—

“so fuckin—ah shit— wet…all f’me hm ma?” he growled as he held you in place and drilled your hole. you swore you could feel your life essence slipping from you. “y-yes.. s’fuh you kuna.. all yours..—ngh- s’yours baby”

he could’ve nearly came on the spot at the way you sounded so desperate to please him with your words and cunt as it fluttered and spasmed around his cock. his head was high in the clouds.

“fuckin love this pussy—fuck— fuckin love you.” he muttered, completely pussy drunk from the way your spongey walls gripped and swallowed him. your eyes shot to his face, and he was already looking at you.

wait what?

he could see the shock on your face and he smirked as he leaned his body in real close, his face right in front of yours, his hips still slotting back and forth as he looked down at you.

“s’right gorgeous. i love you.” he breathed softly before kissing you deeply, his hips snapping against yours with vigor. you mewled into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer as he swallowed every sound you made before he pulled away.

he looked at you and you could’ve swore you saw hearts in his eyes, a heat flushing in your chest and abdomen. “i- i love you too kuna” you whined as your eyes started to roll back.

he wouldn’t outright admit it at least not yet, but he loved you more than anything on earth or any realm. so much so that—

“marry me mama” he blurted out, he wanted to propose properly, take you out in a nice dinner date and surprise you but, he couldn’t keep waiting, he loved you now, wanted you to be his wife now.

you were stunned into silence,you couldn’t tell if it was how deep his cock was hitting as it repeatedly bullied your cervix or the fact your boyfriend, of nearly two years, just asked you to be his wife.

“want—oh fuck.. want you to have my babies ma” he breathed out in a.. whine? your big, brooding boyfriend who never so much as flinched at anything? is whining, asking you to be his wife and carry his children as he railed you?

how could you deny him? especially since he sounded so pretty whining and begging to be your husband and you were mere milliseconds from having quite possibly the best orgasm he’s ever given you.

you cunt clamped his dick, your orgasm tearing through you, as tears began to prick the corners of your eyes and fall “yes.. yesyesyes kuna’ yes!” you whined as your juices flowed out of you covering the sheets and his cock and balls triggering his own orgasm.

his hips faltered as he slammed into you once last time groaning as he pressed your bodies together “gonna make you the prettiest mama n’ wife ohmygoddd fuck” his cum rocketing out of him like a pressure washer into your cunt, his cock pushing deeper to ensure all of his seed made it deep into your womb.

he wasn’t the best with showing affection all the time, but his actions..these actions?

maybe your boyfriend fiancé and future husband was starting to make sense after all.

a/n: i’m on my cycle and i’m craving a family with his insane ass, that’s actually so normal, i’m normal. 🙂

happy v-day hornies! <3

-love cyber

[igotanidea]

Kidnapped: Jason Todd x reader

Aka: the one when when Jason finds out his girlfriend is in a "life-threatening" situation.

“Kidnapped?! What the hell do you mean, she’s been kidnapped?! Who would dare?! And how would they know she’s connected to me!? I mean – to the Red Hood!?”

"Jason-"

“Don’t fucking Jason me right now! Why are you standing here?! Why am I standing here?!”

Jason’s screams were echoing through the Batcave since the very moment Dick acclaimed that Y/N has been taken hostage.

“We should be doing something! Fuck!” Red Hood tried to run fingers through his hair only to figure out he had his helmet on. Thank god for that, cause otherwise he’d probably pull and pull at his black mop, going completely bald.

“Jason – “

“Shut up or I’ll fucking kill you! How are you so calm about it?!”

“I – “

“They took Y/N!!! They took my Y/N and I don’t even know who “they” are. You know what, forget it – I’ll burn this entire city down if it means getting to her!”

Without waiting for any more input on his brother’s part, he took off running, ager in his eyes obscured by a layer of red metal.

Anger and concern combined.

Because – after all – she was in danger because of him.

***

“Where the hell is she?!” half an hour later, he was holding Black Mask’s goon by the collar, up in the air, man’s legs dangling dangerously as he was falling in and out of consciousness.

“I don’t know who Y/N-“

“Shut the fuck up! You don’t get to say her name with your fucking dirty mouth!”

“I don’t know her!”

“You’re fucking lying!” the gun barrel held to the thug’s head did nothing to refresh his memory. “Where are you keeping her?!”

“We’re not- AAAAHGH!”

Jason hardly hesitated before shooting the man’s arm and the man did nothing to try and hide the pain coming from the action.

“Talk or next thing I’ll aim at will be your kneecap. Much more painful and much more permanent if you ask me about it.”

“I don’t know – “ much to Jason’s disgust his victim for the night started crying. “I swear I don’t know - “

“Freaking minnow.” Red Hood hissed, feeling the passing time hot on his heels. Every second counted, cause it meant one more less breath for Y/N or one more punch or other type of injury inflicted upon her.

With a very dissatisfied groan, he tossed the man aside, pleased by the sound of something snapping, hoping it was at least a leg.

***

“Hmmm… Do you have any aces?”

“Nice try.”

“So you don’t?”

“Nope. Do you have any clubs?”

“Ah! God! How are you doing this!? Seriously, every time!?”

“You’re exceptionally bad at this game.”

“In my defense, there’s something else gnawing at me at the moment, so sorry if I can’t exactly fucking concentrate!”

“Are you having the moment of conscience calling?” third voice came into the discussion, a hint of sarcasm in it. “You feel like you’ve done something wrong by crossing the lines of being a lawful citizen?”

“Stop messing with my head! It was your idea!”

“I didn’t exactly see you object to it.”

“You dragged me into it!”

“Again – you weren’t pulling your punches.”

“My god!” the first person stood up abruptly, tossing the cards away “this is fucking ridiculous. We’re sitting on top of the roof, playing poker while Red Hood is out there hunting. You do realize he’ll find us sooner or later, right?” Just a thought of such possibility coming through sent a shiver down the person spine.

“Yes.” The two other people said in unison, completely unbothered by the fact that Gotham had a killer on the loose.

“And then what?!”

A shrug of arms and annoyed scoff followed by eye rolling had to do as a response.

“Are you insane?!”

“Stop showing you are new to this job and sit back down.”

“Your yelling at the top of your lungs into the city is not really helping with not dragging attention to ourselves, did you know? Now, do you have any deuces?”

“HA! I don’t have any deuces and – “

“AAAH! He’s coming! He’s coming--!” fourth dramatis persona busted through the door, though the exclamation was rather a show of excitement rather than fear. “And let me tell you, he is SOOOOO angry.”

“You three are freaking mental-“

“WHERE IS SHE-----?!” Red hood did indeed found them, but sure as hell it was not what he was expecting to see. “Wait… what—what – Y/N?!”

“Hey… Hey, Jason…” she sighed, rubbing her forehead putting on a grin that was both wide and fake.

“What are you – WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?” Jason took in the surrounding. Blanket on the floor, a set of cards on it, a basket with snacks and most importantly – HIS THREE “BROTHERS” CASUALLY PLAYING POKER WITH HIS ALLEGEDLY KIDNAPPED GIRLFRIEND. A second later his helmet landed on the ground with a loud thud, only miraculously not blowing up from the explosive inside it.

Damian rolled his eyes, Dick chuckled, Tim was completely unbothered and Y/N just sighed in exasperation.

“What—What--?”

“Jason, I need you to breathe-“

“But why –“

“In and out, ok--?” she stepped closer, gently placing a hand on his shoulder in something that aimed to be a reassuring gesture.

“Y/N….?” he stuttered and everyone on the roof were getting ready for a rage attack.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m here.”

“You’re okay?” Jason whispered like a kid, his eyes growing a little bigger, almost innocent reflecting every feeling he held for her.

“I’m okay, baby…”

“Y/N…” he stuttered and fell onto his knees, grabbing her calves making his poor girlfriend freeze at the spot. “I was so worried, I was so fucking worried, I thought something happened to you-“ his face ended up pressing into her stomach, grip on her hips tightening along with the way her heart clenched, almost painfully.

God, what had she done?

She was a terrible girlfriend.

Terrible human, terrible everything, putting Jason through another weight of trauma and pain, only trying to pull an innocent April Fool’s Joke.

“Jay…” she shook in his bruising embrace.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again, you hear me, princess?”

“Jay….” A wave of guilt rolled through her body, turning into spasming and muffled sobs “Jay, I am so sorry-“

“Shh… Shhh, it’s okay, love. You’re safe, you’re safe with me.”

Jason and Y/N were now – respectively – breaking down and being eaten alive by remorse, a picture as pitiful and heartbreaking as well as touching and highly emotional.

“Ekhem… we’re still here!” Damian cleared his throat, not liking the display of affection. And it was enough to invite Red Hood back in.

“GRAYSON!”

“oh-oh….”

“YOU SAID SHE WAS KIDNAPPED!”

“I didn’t say she was kidnapped, I said she was kid-napped! And here she is, unharmed, with two kids, almost napping and – “

“AAAAAH!”

“Jason put the gun down!”

“Todd!”

“Stop it!”

 Five people, four guys and a girl were struggling on the rooftop in poor attempt to finish the situation with the same amount of people alive as in the beginning.

***

“Shouldn’t you stop them, Sir?” Afred’s voice came through the Batman’s com.

“It’s not the first time they are fighting.” Bruce responded, observing the entire commotion from the other building’s rooftop.

“It seems different this time though.”

“they should have known better not to tease Jason like this. “

“Do you think they told him, that it was all orchestrated because Miss Y/N could not get Master Jason attention and time any other way, sir?”

“I think some things are between keeping private, Alfred. Wouldn’t like to be in Y/N’s shoes is that came out—”

“Tsk. Father, you are using the general com line.”

 It seemed like Y/N was indeed in a very deep shit.

[invincidick]

+18

Varient invinsible x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dubious consent, Varient invinsible

summary: INVINCIDICK

Part 1

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Before you can even think properly he's already grabbing both of your wrists, pinning them above your head in one motion. Then another hand is reaching below your top, groping harshly at your boobs "So soft." You wince, trying to hold back a whimper, when he takes your nipple into his mouth and begins sucking. You lost all composure and began writhing beneath him not being able to hold back the noises that escaped you. Your whimpering making his dick twitch beneath his tight suit.

Then he bit down around you. You screamed out in pain, "What the fuck?" you asked, breath catching in your throat when he glanced up at you.

"Oh that's a nice reaction, i gotta catch you off guard more often."

He hooked a finger onto the hem of your pants and underwear and quickly pulled both of them down. He immediately began swiping his thumb across your clit, you whimpered as your eyes slammed shut, your hips leaning into the touch instinctively, begging him to give you more.

"God, so desperate, do you seriously want my cock already?"

"fuck you" the words were out of your mouth before you even knew what you were saying.

"Well, who am i to say no" he laughed as he hurriedly pulled his aching dick out from his suit, lining his soft tip up to your entrance, and slamming inside. "Fuuucck" was all he managed to moan out as you clenched around him, pulling him closer. "You're hah-" his breath hitched. "You're so fucking tight" he pressed in and out as he continued to play with your clit, loving the way it made you squeeze him even tighter.

"Shit-"

"Yeah- that's it" He whined, his hips crashing into yours, as his dick rearranged your insides. "Just a little more-" you felt him start to twitch inside you, his violent pace staggering as he reached his breaking point "Mmm fucck-" he hissed as he bottomed out and came into your tight hole, pumping you full. His body falling on top of you, breathing labored and lips just barely grazing your ear. Then you could feel his length pressed against your stomach, he was still hard.

"Fuck that was good."

He regains his composure and there's a brief moment of peace, before he's flipping you over, ass up, and lining his dick up to your needy hole, pushing in without warning. "Ah fuck." you moan out between breathes, already sore from the rough treatment. But he still hasn't had enough.

He starts a slow, sensual pace putting extra attention into grinding up against the spot he found that makes you tighten around him and cry. You grab the sheets beneath you trying to pull yourself away from the never ending assault of pleasure. It's not long before he realizes this, grabbing your wrists, pulling them behind you to pin against your back and fucking you face first into the mattress. All your desperate moans just a muffled cry that he pays no attention to.

You feel the familiar pressure building up in your abdomen as he milks his cock with your tight pussy, moaning incoherent praise into your ear "ah yes, so tight, so nice, so good for me- shit-" he can't stop himself from speeding up to an unforgiving pace, slamming into your cervix over and over, pressing you deeper into the mattress, your eyes practically reaching the back of your head as he forces you to come on his dick.

He pulls you up by your hair, forcing your back up against his chest, dick still hard, and impaling you. There's tears streaming down your face, your body slick with sweat, barely able to think straight.

"you know-" he pauses to breath "I think I might just keep you"

He turns you around to face him, still inside you, and lays back against the bed "Ride me."

Your cunt sore and exhausted you start to beg "Please, no more, i really can-" He cuts you off, grabbing your hips, lifting you up, and slamming you right back down onto his length you scream out, a mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming your body. You didn't get to tell him when to stop.

"Sure you cann, just try it, look I'll even help" an uneasy smile creeping onto his face, before you know it he's lifting your ass up again and then letting you fall right back onto his dick, splitting you in half, tears flooding down your cheeks "pl-ease" you begged between thrusts. He examined your face, contorted, covered in tears, a look of desperation painted onto your features, it was perfect.

"Shhh, its okay I got you" He ignored you and continued thrusting up into you, his hips rolling up to meet yours as he lazily planted kisses across your forehead, your abused hole clenching around him. Too worn down to fight back your body gives in as he continues to break you.

"hah see- you're enjoying this just as much as i am" he manages to speak between moans. "You just- can't get enough of me." You have become a mess of whimpers and moans, his thick cock stretching you out after so many rounds "I- I'm seriously gonna die" your voice barely above a whisper. All he did was laugh, the thought of it turning him on even more as he became desperate, roughly squeezing your ass, bouncing you up and down on his dick.

It's not long before he's falling apart beneath you, his hips stuttering into yours, whimpering as your walls squeeze around his length. All it takes is one particularly tight clench around him while he's thrusting into your cervix before hes releasing inside of you. His head falls back against the bed, cum coating your insides as his shaky hips come to a stop. His chest rising and falling rapidly below you, as he slowly opens his eyes.

"Fuck-"