#but man it's hard! time can you slow down please. you're making us all motion sick

[vegaseatsass]

I always thought aging baggage was about like, societally induced bullshit about what our bodies should do and look like that mostly couldn't touch me because 1. I find the "look like" side of things sexy and have been anticipating The Changes with great eagerness since I was a teen 2. unpacking attitudes around disability and what my body can do is another thing I've been doing on and off since I was a teen (even if More is not such an eager process) what I didn't account for is the phenomenon of time??? moving faster and faster??? every year??? How terrifying it feels? To just not understand where 365 days went. For decades to disappear in a blur... it legitimately unsettles me!!

I have a bday coming up and I'm really trying to hold onto these contradictions. Half "Yesssss I'm heading into my sexiest years" half "but my 2018 birthday just happened. wtf"

[causeilikelix]

hii im the anon who sent the hard dom lixie post ,, and i totally think ur right !! i also feel after that event..hes a lil bit more touchy with u !! just to help get the point across

also idk if u take anons but just would love to be 🐹 anon if you do !! if not thats totally ok , im literally just eating up everything u post

omg hi!!! Yes, you can totally be 🐹 anon! I've never had one before tbh so welcome!!! The support means so much to me! tbh I wish I posted more lol but writers block exists.

Except for right now cause WOW

Part 2 to this ask, but it doesn't necessarily have to be read to understand this

MINORS DNI!!!! Smut under the cut! I............................ got carried away. Warnings under the cut

YES totally. Lix is already a pretty touchy-feely person so like you showing interest in him being a little more dominant and, dare I saw, possessive would really turn on the Clingy.

(banner credit @cafekitsune)

(Warnings: established relationship, dom!Felix?, dirty talk, semi public sex, unprotected sex (it's only fun in fiction), creampie, afab!reader)

This man needs all of his friends (and your friends) to know that you're his. Unless you ask him not to for whatever reason, Felix would mark you up every. time. I mean, first of all it feels amazing to have his lips on you. So pillowy and soft and the way he sucks on your neck is just heavenly!

Any time you hang out with his friends this man has his hands on you in one way or another. He's constantly back hugging you, holding your hand, cuddling with on the couch, whatever. Sometimes, he'd lean over and whisper the filthiest shit into your ear just to make you blush.

"You look so hot in this dress, baby. Who'd you wear it for?"

"I bet you'd love for me to bend you over the couch and take you right here, huh? Want the guys to see how well you take me."

"Sweet girl, I bet your soaked right now. I can practically smell you."

It doesn't take him long to convince you to either leave the gathering or sneak off to the bathroom with him. All of his dirty talk is, in fact, soaking through your underwear. That deep voice of his gets you every fucking time.

The other boys roll their eyes and turn up the music when Felix drags you back to the bathroom. The bass helps drown out the yelp that falls from your mouth the second Felix flips up the skirt of your dress to run his fingertips along the gusset of your panties. He moans into your mouth when he feels how wet you are.

"Filthy girl, I knew you were wet." He growls.

"You always make me wet." You grin at him

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he slips his fingers into your panties to touch you properly. You moan instantly at the contact. "Babe, you've gotta let me fuck you. I'm so hard I don't think I'll make it home."

"But the guys-'

"Don't pretend like you didn't love them listening in last time. I remember how tight your cunt clamped on to me when you heard them turn the TV off. C'mon baby, please. I need you so bad." Felix rocks his hips into yours a little and sure enough you can feel his hardness poking at your stomach. It makes your mouth water and your pussy clench at the thought of fucking him here.

"One condition." You whisper as he starts to press hot kisses into your neck. His fingers slide into your heat with no resistance and you choke back a moan.

"Anything."

"Don't pull out this time."

At this, he pulls away from you to look you in the eye. At first, you worry that he's going to pull away completely. The motions of his fingers inside you slow to a stop but he doesn't take them out. His eyebrows furrow.

"Are you serious?"

You'd talked about the risks before, and it wasn't like he hadn't done it before but it wasn't something super common in your relationship.

"Deadly serious." You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in, "Don't you want us to go back out there to your friends, your cum dripping down my legs to show them once and for all that you're not as soft as they think you are?"

Felix's eyes darkened immediately.

"Ask and you shall receive, baby." He growled.

He grabbed your waist and roughly spun you around and bent you over the bathroom sink. Your panties are discarded around one ankle before he's nudging your legs apart. Excitement sparks through your bloodstream when you hear Felix messing with the button and zipper on his jeans.

A few moments later, something hot swipes through your folds. You moan as the head of his dick nudges against your clit a few times. He teases you by nudging your clit then moving up to press against your hole before taking it away to nudge your clit again.

You swear you've never been so empty in your life.

"Felix, I swear, if you don't fuck me right no- ah!" You let out a sudden moan when Felix finally pressed his cock into you. He suck in slowly, letting you feel every single inch. When his hips meet your ass, you moan again.

"Good girl, let them hear you. I knew you wanted to act like a little slut. You wanted me to fuck you where they could hear you, huh? Let everyone know how well you take cock" Felix moans, the noise going straight to your clit.

He always feels so good inside of you. It's like his cock was made to stretch you open. His thrusts are slow at first, getting you used to him despite how many times you've taken him. He pants against your neck and you rock back onto him.

"Fuck you feel so good, baby, your little cunt always takes me so well." Felix compliments, his hands kneading your ass and thighs. One hand circles up to brush through your folds. Your cunt clenches the second he finds your clit. "You're so tight! How is any of my cum going to fit inside you?"

You open your mouth to answer him but all that comes out is a moan. He rocks into you steadily and he circles your clit with two fingers. It isn't long before your thighs begin to tremble and the knot in your stomach pulls taut.

"Aw," he chides, "Are you gonna cum on my cock, beautiful? Come on, baby, cream for me, yeah?"

It doesn't take much else. It never does. Felix plays your body like an instrument. He always knows just where to touch, just what to say, just where to angle the head of his cock to get you to fall apart for him. You cum, squeezing him tightly. He moans through your orgasm, holding onto his own so he can ride yours out.

"Good girl," he praises, "Make a mess on my cock. When we get home I'll have you clean me up. Fuck! Pussy gets so tight when she cums."

If there's one thing Felix loves, it's feeling every single moment of your orgasm. The way your legs shake, the way your pussy quivers and tightens, the way your wetness leaves a shimmering sheen on his cock. He swears he can never get enough of you.

As your orgasm wanes, his thrusts speed up. He moans into your ear and every sound makes you clench. You wonder if you could cum again. His thrusts are quick and deep. Your pussy aches and throbs but in the best way possible. Overstimulation sparks through your veins, but part of you wonders if it's just another orgasm creeping up on you.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last. Tell me where you want me to cum. Now!" He threads a hand into your hair so he can tilt your head to see your fucked-out face. The drool seeping from your lips and your hooded eyes make his orgasm threaten to spill without warning.

"In-" A particularly harsh thrust makes you moan, "Inside. Please! Please cum inside. "

"So tight! Fuck, fuck, cumming!"

And he does. He pushes himself into you as deep as he possibly can and releases his orgasm right against your cervix. The warmth makes your cunt pulse and you reach down to rub your clit. A circle or two later, you fall into another orgasm that squeezes him to coax more of him into you.

Felix rocks his hips into you a few more times to unload every generous spurt of cum inside you before finally pulling out.

He puts his hands on your ass cheeks and spreads you open. You blush when you feel his eyes on your spent hole. You wait for the telltale feeling of some of the warmth in your cunt to slip out, but nothing does. After a minute, Felix lands a soft smack on your ass before pulling your panties back up your legs.

"Come on, I've got you." Felix coaxes you to stand up and turn back around. Your legs quiver and you hold onto him. "You held it all in, baby. Nothing's leaking out."

"Guess you'll have to give me some more to make sure it slides down my legs." You quip, even though you know you probably couldn't take more right now.

"Maybe next time, angel. This time I want you to make sure you keep every drop in there. I'll check later and if you've let a single drop go to waste, I'll give you refill after refill until you can't hold it anymore. " Felix's voice sent a shiver down your spine, "Think you can handle that?"

You're nodding and clenching your thighs before he's even done talking.

"Good girl."

[chadillacboseman]

Okay but could I have a few crumbs of Doc on vacation? He's at a beach-cliche but listen-no shirt or one of those silly hawaiian shirts (more preferably shirtless), he's goin on about how important sun screen is and offers to help his boo, then hes in the water and his hair is wet he's smiling he's happy I mean PLEASE

He deserves to be happy!!!!

"A vacation?" Gustave sounds skeptical as Sam watches him from across the desk, "There is still so much for us to-"

"For them to do," Sam cuts him off with a raised hand, "Wolfguard can handle themselves. You need to be away from this place."

Gustave sputters indignantly at the idea- he's a team player, he doesn't want Wolfguard to go into the field without him. But Sam is insistent, an unmovable object with all the stubbornness that comes with that many decades in the field.

So Gustave is given the boot and he heads home to you with two free weeks on the horizon, courtesy of the fact that he hasn't used a single vacation day in years.

You're surprised when he walks in the door. He's never home this early. Part of you panics that something bad has happened, but he offers you a small smile as he places his bags on the counter.

"Sam insisted I take a break," he pulls out his phone and punches in a website that displays flights, "How does Hawaii sound?"

--

You can't remember the last time you saw Gustave unwind. The burden of the Nighthaven situation. The loss of Harry and the re-emergence of Gerald Morris. He'd carried the weight of the world on his shoulders for what felt like months.

Maybe it was.

But now, here on the beach, he looks like a different man. He's shirtless, leaned back on a towel in the sand. His hair hangs down onto his sun-kissed forehead, and his eyes are closed contentedly.

"Relaxation looks good on you," you nudge him with your shoulder and he hums with a broad smile.

"Have you got your sunscreen on?" sometimes, it's hard to turn 'doctor mode' off.

"No," you answer simply and he tuts in disapproval.

"Here," he motions for you to scoot closer and he dispenses some sunscreen into his broad hand, "It's important to wear it, ma cherie."

"I know, I know," you roll your eyes animatedly and he chuckles.

Gustave runs his hand along your shoulders, then your middle back. He uses the momentary closeness to kiss your neck and you chastise him with a playful swat.

"Hard to resist," he murmurs before patting your back to let you know he's finished.

Out in front of you, the ocean rolls in gentle waves, the water creeping up onto the sand with each one. Gustave's eyes are glittering as he stares out at the vast, unending blue.

"I think I hear it calling your name," you say in mock sing-song and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins.

Gustave rises to his feet and offers you a hand that you take to stand alongside him. His face is full of a childlike mischief you haven't seen in months, and when he speaks he sounds as if he's ten years younger.

"Race you."

The sand slows you both down, but you keep up with him until you're bounding into the water with him with a laugh. A wave crashes down and a splash of saltwater soaks his hair as he stares at you, his gaze soft.

"What?" you question and he shrugs. His salt and pepper hair is in disarray, but for once he's not pushing it out of his face.

"I love you," he finally offers and you give him a quick, chaste kiss that makes him smile.

Gustave can't remember the last time he truly relaxed. The last time he was able to just enjoy his time with you without the burden of work fairly breaking his back.

"I love you, too."

Maybe Sam is right. Maybe his vacation days don't have to sit, stagnant and piling up. Maybe Wolfguard is fine in someone else's hands when he can't be there.

Maybe it's what you both deserve.

[swampstew]

hii raven!! i hope you're doing okay 🤲💓 could i ask for law and NSFW prompt 3 for your Captains mini-event? much love!!

Hiiii Ceb bby♥ I'm happy to end this fun little event with your request♥ You requested NSFW, Subtle Intimacy, and I'm happy to present you with [ Hair ] sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards.

Oh Captain, My Captain Law

Warnings: Spicy, Transmasc reader (no pronouns used and light mention of reader anatomy mentioned), handjob/handplay in the submarine, Law being Sassy™ Word count: 587 Minors DNI - you will be blocked.

Lightning ran through your body the moment Law’s finger grazed your ear. You tensed and he tensed for a moment too – before he finished tucking the stray hair behind your ear.

“Was that not ok?”

“No! No. I mean yes! Ah! I’m sorry I meant yes, it was ok. I didn’t mind!” your fists clenched tight as you held them to your sternum, eyes wide in exasperation. It happened every time. Every time he touched your body you felt your nerve endings light up through your central nervous system, flustering you in front of the man you admired most. Adored the most.

Secretly pined for the most.

Law smirked at you, and his fingers crept towards your face once more. Your breath hitched in anticipation and he absolutely saw.

“Missed one,” he whispered, tucking another strand of hair behind your opposite ear, only that time, his touch lingered. His fingers trailed to behind your lobe, then down to the nape of your neck. “Have I ever told you I like you hair?”

It’s hard to tell who moved first but suddenly both your heads instinctively tucked at an angle as your lips crashed into each other. Both his hands pulled at your roots as he angled your head up to his, slipping his tongue past yours in a battle of dominance.

Passionately kissing you while squeezing at your trapezius. Law began grinding his erection against you as his fingers tweaked your sensitive zones. He bit lightly on your lower lip before devouring your mouth again.

“Do you mind this?” he whispered before he pulled the hem of your stretchy sweatpants to snap against your goosebump riddled skin.

You gasped out loud before giving out a shaky nod, “W-wh-whatever you do—” you struggled to pant out through Law’s wandering fingers inside your underwear “—I can d-do better.” His eyes widened in surprise then amusement, watching your hand shyly pull at his button and zipper.

“Wanna bet?”

Caged against the steel wall by Law, he held one arm on the wall above your shoulder as his other hand strobed your sex, spreading your wetness as you mewled. You copied his actions and elicited a pleased sigh from the Captain.

He dropped his face down to suck on your neck as his pace grew noticeably sloppier – you maintained your pace and grip, firmly stroking his lengthy shaft with swift precision. With a twist of your wrist on the upwards slide, the mushroom tip spewed with sticky white all over your hand. His gray eyes were widened orbs – amazed, overwhelmed, lovestruck. A final rope of cum shot from your slowing motions and landed on your skewed sweatpants.

Law’s hand was re-energized and moved swiftly, immediately making you squirm in his hand. He rubbed his still dribbling cock against your exposed hip bone as his fingers worked their magic, returning his lips to bite at your neck. While you whimpered he husked into your ear, “I learned something new.”

He kissed you and held you to the wall as Law applied the trick you did for him to your own pleasure, and your reaction told him he was doing it right. Three seconds later and you came all over Law’s hand.

“Sh-shit. You learned that well far too quickly,” you pouted.

“I’ve always been a quick study,” Law chuckled. “C’mon, let’s change and talk about our bet.”

“But we didn’t actually bet anything.”

“I did, a date. I lost so now you have to take meon one.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

[zeroducks-2]

Zero could I beg for a fic about Slade double penetrating Dick… I dunno with what or how but Dick loves it. Maybe it was dub con in the beginning though…

Yo sorry it took me so long to get to this, real life is kind of kicking my ass (nothing bad just work shifts being really tiring). But here you are, have a stuffed up little bird for your enjoyment!

(NSFW under the cut)

Truth is, Dick is at his best when tied down and spread out, despite how enrapturing it is to see him fly. Maybe exactly because of that.

He's biting into the cloth Slade used to gag him, a soft one that packs his mouth enough to make him feel helpless, but not so much so he won't be able to safeword if he really tries. Not that he will. Slade is aware that Dick won't ever use his safeword, he never did, despite how much and thoroughly his limits got tested. Kind of like now.

«You don't look too comfortable.» He says placidly, running a palm on the kid's straining belly. His legs are kept straight and pulled up so high they're level with his ears, ankles carefully tied to the bed headboard. Both arms are bound behind the small of his back, palm to palm so that they thoroughly prop the kid's crotch up.

Slade doesn't need to lubricate it before starting to fit another bead through the tight entrance of Dick's pussy, wet as he is. Dick strains, moans into the gag and clearly loves to be filled up like that, four big beads already in him and two more to go. «But it doesn't look like you care.» He adds with a smile, moving the toy in small circles as he presses it in, feeling his own cock push and tent his trousers at the way Dick's head rolls back and his face burns up more. «You're getting exactly what you want. Aren't you, little bird...?»

There's a muffled, whiny "please" coming from the kid's stuffed mouth, and a moment later his passage twitches and sucks the bead right off of Slade's fingers. The man snorts and resumes caressing his navel; Dick takes the last one like a champ, and there's only the looped string poking out of his puffy little hole now.

«Very good.» Slade says, feeling the beads shift under his palm as he presses on the muscles above Dick's passage, making him squirm with another choked sound. Coaxing an orgasm out of him is pretty easy, Slade only needs to lean down and lap at his clit, it doesn't take much more than a minute. Dick cries in the gag and the spasms of his walls try to suck the string in, but Slade keeps it looped around a finger.

And while the kid is still recovering, eyes glassy and breathing hard through his nose, Slade pulls out his cock and gives it a few strokes before lining it up the the other's twitching, still empty hole between his buttcheeks.

Kid's dazed enough to just make a confused sound as Slade gathers his slick, lubing himself and quickly loosening him up with two fingers. Damn if it's tight. It's because of the toy; Slade took care to train all of the his little bird's holes to take him fully and without a complaint, but with his pussy so thoroughly packed, some resistance is to be expected.

Dick whines and his eyes widen as Slade looms over him, the head of his cock going past the tight rim. He leans against the wall and rocks the kid's bound body up as he gradually sheaths himself, Dick's sounds turning breathy and incoherent even if Slade sort of recognizes pleas to stop, slow down, it's too much. He reaches down and pulls the drenched cloth from the kid's lips, he wants to properly hear those whimpers.

He needs to keep a hold of the string to again prevent it from getting sucked in, and he quickly grows tired of that, deciding to pull out one of the beads instead. It's not easy; he never stops moving during the process and so the thrusting motion pushes the toy back in every time he's halfway through, making Dick cry and whip his head with increasingly desperate noises. Once he finally manages to make it pop out he can feel the kid orgasm around him and the remaining beads, sweat pearling up his huffing chest as he strains against the bindings.

«Look how much you like it.» Slade grunts, his own voice deep with arousal. Dick looks at him while still breathing hard, afterglow making him grow slack on the mattress. «Don't worry, little bird...» He adds while reaching up to caress his cheek, wiping tears away from his temple. «You still have five more to go.»

Dick frowns and blinks, the implications slowly clicking with him. And the moment his eyes eyes widen and his mouth opens to protest, Slade stuffs the rag back into it and clamps a palm on his lips with a rough chuckle, growing harder at the way the kid's eyes fill up with tears.

[tentacle-sydney]

i got bored and sleep deprived, looked at harper, went "anyone gonna fuck this dude up" and then didnt wait for an answer.

content: sub harper, other person can be whoever you want. kinky shit, i guess. idk man i dont do this shit often.

~°~•~°~

"You look much prettier like this, you know."

Harper glares, though the effect is diminished by his…less than ideal situation.

Naked, ankles and wrists bound tight, forced to his knees, with a ring gag shoved in his mouth, and, best worst of all, a collar and leash fitted snugly around his neck.

Not exactly the most intimidating sight, really.

His captor laughs at the attempt, settling into the chair in front of the doctor and pulling the leash tighter. It knocks Harper slightly off balance, though he does manage to catch himself.

"Ever the scary one, aren't you? As if you didn't know what you were getting into when you asked for my attention."

They slip a couple fingers into his open mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He suppresses a pleased noise.

"Really, it's almost cute how hard you're trying to act unaffected. We'll have to break you of that habit, hm?"

Their lips twist into a devious grin, pulling the leash tighter with one hand as they slide the other further into his mouth. It causes Harper to gag for a moment before getting control of himself again--- though that control quickly disappears as his captor starts to use those fingers to fuck his mouth. Which would not be as much of an issue, except for that they also start to lightly rub their boot against his already hard cock.

Try as he might, Harper can't stop the moans, whimpers, and gags escaping his throat--- nor can he stop the instinctual jerk of his hips, trying to get more stimulation. He hears another short laugh from the person using him.

"See? I'll have you trained into a nice pretty pet in no time." 

Their motions increase in intensity, slightly. 

"Wouldn't that be such a nice bit of karma, Doctor?"

His needy sounds quickly shift into whines, wordlessly begging for release. He squeezes his eyes shut, embarrassed at how quickly he fell apart.

Suddenly, the fingers in his mouth retreat, and his hair is pulled, jerking his head up. The attention paid to his dick also slows to a stop.

"Now, now. There's a reason you aren't blindfolded, dear. Open your eyes."

He complies, still breathless and whining. He sees them grin, almost fondly, studying his face.

"There's that pretty color I like so much. Do you wanna cum, pretty boy?"

He nods rapidly, as much as he can with the hand is his hair still holding his head tight. Their fond grin quickly shifts to something almost deadly as they once again press their boot against his leaking cock.

"Go ahead, then. Get yourself off. Cum for me."

Needing no further permission, Harper quickly starts grinding against their boot. Between the hand still tugging at his hair and feeling the predatory gaze of the person above him, it doesn't take long for him to spill his seed, leaving it all over their boot and the floor.

They let go of his hair, and rub his dick a bit more before pulling away, relaxing the leash without letting go.

"You've made such a mess, love. I'm of half mind to make you clean my boot with your tongue." 

They stand, tilting his chin up to maintain eye contact.

"But I don't think you deserve the honor, hm? Only perfect little toys get to touch their masters like that."

They walk around behind him, and, assuming that they are done, Harper wiggles his restraints, waiting to be untied. He's interrupted by a scoff, and his head is pulled back by his hair, stealing his breath away.

"I didn't say we were done, darling. I have you to myself all night--- we're just getting started."

He's pushed forward, and his head is guided to the small puddle of cum he left on the floor.

"Be a good boy and clean up the mess you made of my floor, hm?"

Harper realizes it's going to be a very, very long night.

[jellytoru]

Wonderland ( The Umbrella Academy)

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 1: " Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead "

~☂~

" 2 hours and 30 seconds... That's enough training, Number 8. We shall resume your training early in the morning, tomorrow " a stern voice told as the female teen in front of him collapsed on her knees and catches her breath, sweat rolled down her face and she quickly swept it with her hand before standing on her feet once again.

" For the past 4 years ever since you woke up, and I've started to train you once again- You've got improvements though when you're using your Gravitational abilities on lifting bigger and heavier objects, your quiver and the way you lift the object are slow unlike before- on the other side when it is used as a shield it becomes impenetrable that is an improvement " Reginald explained, the disappointed scowl was present on his face as he looks at the 16-year-old female in front of him.

The female didn't say anything as she held the hard gaze of her father. Y/n did everything to please the old man when her siblings aren't present anymore. Number 5 disappeared and didn't come back, Number 6- Ben had died on their last mission together not long after Five had gone missing. Luther was sent to the moon just before Y/n woke up from her coma, Allison's busy being an actress and to the new movie that she's in, Klaus – the last time Y/n heard from Pogo, her junky brother was at the rehabilitation. Diego's busy with being a superhero/vigilant job while Vanya's busy with her recital. So to summarize- Y/n was left behind together with her strict father, robot Mother and Pogo.

" How about you're conscious jump? Did you already control your consciousness whenever you use that ability? " the old man asked

Y/n took a gulp as she felt her throat become dry, " I- Yes father, I've been training my conscious jump as per your request but It seems that I have a bit of trouble- But do not worry, I have it under control " she explained carefully, despite the way her heart's beats loud in her chest she waited for a response for her father- in which he did as he motions her to continue.

" I can sleep like a normal person without having my consciousness drift away to the past or to the future unlike before. In regards to my Temporal abilities- it appears to be... the same "

Reginald then sent her a disappointed scowl, " You are still a Disappointment, Number Eight. We just need to further enhance is your Gravitational and temporal, I want you to work on that even harder at the same time work on your conscious jump to bring back Number Five- am I clear? "

" But father! I can't just simply use my conscious jump- I would be stuck once again! " Y/n argue though with another glare she shuts her mouth and lowered her head.

" No Excuses! Do as I say or I will " and with that Reginald turned around and started to walk away, leaving the 16-year-old female inside the training room.

Slowly, the female's knees gave out making her sit on the cold ground. As her heart beats fast, Y/n then let out a sigh before she started to turn her head around the training room and she felt De Ja Vu as she remembered one time when they were still complete- Five was still there, smirking together with Diego and Ben is still alive and always sticks to Klaus and her so they could pester their other siblings, Y/n would be using her gravitational by slapping Luther's - who kept flirting with Allison and while they were talking-  shoulder making him float on air and Allison would be mad at her and she would start to run away from her angered sister.

~~

" Hey, Klaus! look at that two ~ all flirting and shit- makes me want to puke sometimes " Y/n told Klaus as she grabs his arm and turns Klaus in the direction of where Luther and Allison are.

Klaus laugh," Wanna do something stupid? " he suggests to his sister, whose smile turns into a sadistic smirk.

" How many minutes do you like? " Y/n asked, eyeing her brother beside her.

" 5 minutes? give or take? " a voice answered, both Klaus and Y/n turn their heads to their left side to see Ben beside them.

" What are we betting for? " Klaus questioned, grinning at Ben who returns the smile.

" The dessert that Mom always serves after dinner and lunch " Ben answered, both Klaus and Y/n face Ben before nodding their heads in agreement.

Y/n giggled before letting go of Klaus's arm and sprinting past Five who is sitting while Deigo just looked at both Ben and Klaus.

" She's seriously gonna do it now? What if Dad would just walk in and saw?  " She heard Diego ask both Klaus and Ben.

" Yeah, I think he won't be here any minute " Klaus answered as Ben nod his head in agreement.

Y/n held up her hand as she was near to where Luther was before smacking him on his shoulder hard that making him stumble before floating upwards.

" SIKE! " Y/n claimed before laughing hard while Allison let out a yelp in surprise.

" Y/n! get me down! " Luther demanded, but the girl just let out her tongue, annoying the floating male even more.

" Dammit! Y/n! we're talking! " Allison growled before chasing the female

" More like flirting! " Y/n scoffed and quickly started to run away from Allison.

" I didn't do anything when you and Five are flirting! " Allison adds as she tries to catch the short girl.

" Doesn’t matter- I’m bored!! " Y/n throws back still running around in circles in order not to get caught by Allison.

" Argh! I'm telling Mom you're being a brat again!- Now! let Luther down! "

Y/n stops in her tracks as Allison crashes behind her " Now, wouldn't be that, should I say- Childish, Ally? "

Allison wrap her arms around the short girl's waist " I heard a rumour- "

" Okay, that wouldn't be happening! " Y/n announced and active her Temporal power, stopping the time around her. The female grab Allison's arms and unwrapped them from her waist then she walks away to head to where Klaus and Ben are.

" You know, you're going to be in trouble again, shortcake, " A voice said, Y/n scoffed and turn her head towards the unfreeze Five who is still sitting and looking at her with a smirk on his face.

" I wouldn't be in trouble if dad isn't here yet " Y/n replied, instead of heading towards Ben and Klaus, she heads to where Five was.

" Then resume the time again "

Y/n raised her brow at the male in front of her,  Five shrugged his shoulders with a teasing smirk on his face, " What can't do it? too afraid Dad would catch you? " 

Y/n snarled and snapped her fingers and the time resumes again, Allison fell to the ground, Luther is still floating, and Ben, Klaus and Diego laugh when they saw Allison fall to the ground. Y/n let out a chuckled while Five chortles at the sight.

" Arghh! Y/n! " Allison growled, making the said female break out a laugh but it was cut short when a voice interrupts.

" What is happening here!? Number 8! Let down Number 1, this instant! " Reginald demand, Y/n then snaps her fingers again making Luther fall to the ground who let out a groan in pain.

" Oops... " Y/n said as she chortles under her breath, Five nudge her elbow, earning the female's attention, sending her an 'I-told-you-so' look at her and a smirk, Y/n just gave him a sarcastic smile.

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" Y/n? " a voice called her out in her daze. Y/n shook her head slightly before turning her head towards the door.

" Huh? Oh! Mom! " Y/n said, turning her body towards the door and hurried her way towards her mother.

" What are you still doing here? you should have been already sleeping, dear " Grace told her daughter and place her hand on her shoulder " Come along now, I'll take you to your room "

" Hey, mom... Are you okay? "

Grace hummed in response as Y/n grabbed hold of her hand and stop in their tracks "You're acting a little different these past few days "

Grace looked at Y/n before sending her a soft smile " Why wouldn't I be okay, darling? maybe you're just tired from all the training that's why it makes you think like that. Don't worry honey, mom's okay " Grace reassured Y/n as the girl nod her slowly as they proceed to her bedroom.

As they arrived at the door of her bedroom, Y/n turned to Grace.

" Night, mom, " Y/n told her mother before gesturing for her mother to lean down, so she could place a kiss on her cheek.

Grace in return smiled at her and place her hand on her daughter's head, patting it softly " Have a good night, darling, I love you "

" Love you too, mom " Y/n replied before going inside her room, after she locks her door, Y/n leaned her ear at the door and listens to Grace's footprints until it disappears.

Making a small 'pop' sound with her mouth, Y/n then walks towards her closet to grab her dark grey, worn-out school wool jacket and Five's scarf, she then wrapped the scarf around her neck the faint smell of peanut butter marshmallows and his natural scent made her somewhat calm before putting on the dark grey wool jacket over her. The female then took a gaze at the little bear and doll at the centre of her bed.

" I'll be back later, Dolores will keep you company, aren't you Dolores? " Y/n asked the doll who is beside the bear, " See, she said that she will- Now behave and I'll be getting some coffee " and then turned around and headed straight to the window and tried her best not to make too much noise and push it upwards. Y/n then let herself out before pushing down the window, leaving an inch little opening so she could easily open it when she got back.

With one final wave to her friends, Y/n silently made her way towards the fire escape's ladder and then jump down when she reached the last step of the ladder. Water splattered on her black mary Jane as well on her black socks but she paid no attention to it as she walked out of the alleyway and headed to the destination that she was going.

" Now we go and have a decent cup of coffee, " Y/n told herself as she tucked half of her face into the cosy scarf and then headed straight towards Griddy's Doughnuts shop to grab some of her nightly routine of coffee to go.

About 5 minutes, Y/n arrived at Griddy's looking over the glass door, she saw that Agnes wasn't the one who is on the night shift. It's some female who's too tired to question why a 16-year-old teen is about to order some coffee at 10:30 pm at night.

Pushing the glass door open, Y/n walked inside the dimly lighted doughnut shop, assorted doughnut flavours were placed on display, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee grounds filled the air. A couple of people were either sitting at the table eating some doughnuts or drinking coffee.

" Miss, one black coffee on to go and a glazed doughnut and a cinnamon twist doughnut that's all, " Y/n told the waitress as she took a sit on one of the barstools. The tired lady didn't even say anything but raised a brow.

" Um, do you mind if you can also give me some 4 pockets of sugar?  " she added before sending a fake wide grin to the waitress. Regardless of her confused looked that the waitress gave her, she made her way to make her order.

" Thank you, here, " Y/n said and gave her pay " Keep the change " she added after the waitress gave her to-go order together with her 4 packets of sugar and a stirrer. Y/n then open her cup of coffee and trip open the 4 sugar packets and poured them on her coffee before stirring it and she placed back the lid on top before sliding off the barstool with her doughnuts in her left hand and coffee in her right hand.

Pushing open the door, a gash of cold wind met her face though unfazed by the cold she quickly got out and headed to her usual place. Upon arriving at the highest building where you can see the city lights and have a quiet atmosphere. Despite the cold, the female sits on top of her legs dangling on the edge beside her is her still hot black coffee.

Y/n lets out a hum as she stared at the scenery in front of her. The bustling city- filled with still awake people, car horns at the distance and a faint sound of police sirens that are patrolling around the city is also heard; a cold breeze from the wind greeted her face once again. Y/n lets out a yawn before scrunching her nose, she then hoisted her coffee to her mouth before carefully drinking the hot beverage.

" Still taste bitter " Y/n commented but still resumes to drink her beverage while staring at the city. Placing the cup beside her, she then open the paper bag that held her sweet treats and grab one of them before taking a bite, " This cinnamon twist doughnut's good- I'll buy some more next time "

" I didn't do anything! Please, I have a family and have a daughter " a woman pleaded as she was on her knees begging and crying her eyes out.

Y/n looked at the female before a big grin stretched on her face, a mocking look was present. The woman's face shifted from crying to horrified as she watch her killer break out a big psychotic smile.

" Please, please, I'll do anything you want! J-just don't kill me " The woman begged even more and Y/n just looked at her amused though her eyes were cold and distant.

" The only thing you could do is to die " Y/n happily beamed before letting out a hearty laugh " The Doormouse awaits your arrival! " she added then pulled the trigger, killing the woman instantly as the bullet went through her head.

The smile then turned into a frown, " Aww, Hey! Wake up, we still have a lot of things to do!! I was still going to dismantle you from head to toe!! " she fumed then kick the already dead woman with the tip of her shoe, " Oh well! More fun to me!! " and then clicked the gun once again and pulled the trigger, shooting the dead woman once more till she was satisfied.

Satisfied with her work, she leaned down to the disfigured face of the woman, " There, look amazing "

Y/n stood up and placed her gun back inside her coat, at the holster strap on her chest before turning her back away from the disfigured dead woman and then casually walked towards her briefcase and she disappeared.

Y/n then shakes her head, as she snaps out of her trance there it is again, the unwanted memory that she had again surfaced as her mind drifts off to somewhere that made her remember.

' That was in the past.... and it's an order from her ' she thought before taking a bite from her final doughnut. ' Though I kinda miss it since I could go anywhere, I can't do that anymore '

Y/n then looked at the moon where Luther was, she and he wasn't that close as Luther was shit on her perspective and he pissed her off on some occasions.

" Sup, Number One! How is it over there? I guess you're already used to floating there since there's no gravity there, my practice on you had paid off, huh? "

" This doughnut is so good it complements this coffee "

Hours went by and Y/n was still sitting on the edge still looking at the city lights there was a point where she laid her back on the floor and started to gaze at the stars, her eyes watered as sleep was starting to consume her though she fights the urge to sleep. Only then did a raindrop make her decide to go home, she activated her gravitational ability and jump off the building, softly her foot reaches the ground and then deactivated her ability before proceeding to walk out of the alleyway.

People stared at her wondering why a teenage girl walk out of the dark alleyway, Y/n shrugged off their stares and kept walking, an image caught her attention that made her stop in her tracks and turned to the T.V store's window and read the headlines on the screen carefully.

" Ohh.. " she gasped before she headed back to the academy rather immediately.

"Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead " 

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Don't Blame Me | John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!OC

Angsty Alt Ending: Epiphany

Ao3 | Masterpost

Picks up around Chapter 17

General Tags: Fake Marriage, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Build, Canon-Typical Violence

CW: Major character death, mentions of suicide, violence

Words: 3k.

She was gone. Half naked with a knife she ran into the cold.

Marcus was screaming at his comrade who was now spluttering blood all over the floor. He stepped on John’s leg wound. He let out a soundless scream, clenching his fists so hard it felt like his fingers would snap in half.

“Hope it was worth it.” Marcus kept his foot resting on John’s leg. He looked down at him. “You’ll both hurt for this.”

John tried to grab at his leg but his hand was kicked away.

“Break his fucking hands. I’m going after her.” He barked before running out after Nina.

She had time. She could already be gone. Please let her be gone.

The masked man struggled to get up. John couldn’t even force himself to sit up. His entire pant leg was soaked in blood. He did his best to keep pressure on it with one hand while he dragged himself across the floor.

The stabbed man had a sidearm. He just had to reach it.

He could hear the lone survivor struggling behind him. Maybe he’d hit him better than he thought. Nina had also dragged the knife when she pulled it. He was cursing under his breath as he stood, using the table to leverage himself.

Two men, slipping on their own blood trying desperately to kill the other first.

The sound of boots outside.

Had he caught Nina already?

His fingers wrapped around the grip of the gun.

“No!” Nina screeched. “Please! No!”

He turned. Marcus was dragging her back in by the hair.

“You two are too much trouble than what you're worth.” He tossed Nina onto the floor by the fallen chairs. “He can’t hide forever and I’m sure a dead daughter will drag him out.”

John forced himself onto his back and aimed at Marcus. He was too slow. Marcus had the faster draw. There was a pop and the air was punched from his chest. Nina screamed, scrambling onto her hands and knees to crawl to him. John felt warm blood pump from the hole in his stomach. He dropped the gun. Marcus stormed over to kick it away from him. He stepped on the gushing wound. John lurched and screamed out any remaining oxygen.

“Surprised you can still make this much noise.” He chuckled. He turned back and grabbed Nina by the hair, pulling her up to her knees. “Can I get another scream from you, Sergeant?”

He pulled the knife Nina had had from his pocket. Nina was thrashing. John forced himself to sit up. His hand pressed firmly against the bullet wound.

“A fighter. Just not good enough one.” Marcus tutted. He pressed the knife to Nina’s throat.

John screamed her name. It was a swift motion, steel cutting into flesh like butter. She fell on her face, clutching her throat.

John launched himself at her, using all the adrenalin he had left. Ignoring the blinding pain in his abdomen. He pulled Nina to him, clamping his hands over her cut throat.

She was gurgling, blood bubbling up from between her lips. The same lips he’d kissed just hours before. He couldn’t speak. His voice was nothing more than hoarse gasps.

He tried to mouth words of reassurance. She looked up at him with terror.

“You’ll be okay,” he mouthed. “I’m right here.”

“Take a good look. You’ll die before her.” He felt the cool barrel of a gun against the back of his head. He’d beg if he could. Beg that she die first. That he could hold her. Beg to be allowed to keep his promise. A tear rolled off his face and hit her cheek.

There were more pops. Marcus crumpled to the floor beside them, and his last man fell as well. Holes in their heads.

“Johnny!” Ghost barked.

His vision was blurred. He didn’t know if it was blood loss or tears. She looked at him with such desperation. Pink cheeks going pale. Tears were rolling down the sides of her face, hitting her earrings. Earrings he gave her. Her hand was on his wrist. Her grip was loosening. Every breath she took propelled more blood onto his hand. Even that was getting weaker.

He wanted to beg for help. She couldn’t die like this. Not here. Not cold. He tried to cover her body with his. Hide her half-naked state from his lieutenant. He was bleeding all over her. Her shirt was soaked with it. Fabric clinging to her. He kissed her forehead. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, her gaze floated past him. She wasn’t focused.

He held tighter. He couldn’t fail. If he held tight enough she’d stop bleeding and she would live. She just had to stop bleeding.

Gloved hands fell on his shoulders. The soft hand on his arm fell.

“Johnny, she’s gone.” Ghost was in his ear. He’d never heard him sound so despondent.

No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no.

“Johnny, you need to let her go. She’s gone… There isn’t anything you can do.” Her eyes were still open. She was still warm. Her blood wasn’t pulsing onto his hands anymore. She couldn’t be gone. She was right there. She was right fucking there.

A pair of hands lay on top of his.

“I got her, son. I got her.” Price was knelt across from him.

She was torn away from him. His back hit the floor. Ghost was on top of him, pressing hard against the hole in his stomach. It didn’t even hurt, not as much as seeing Price’s hands leave her neck.

The Captain’s shoulders were hunched over. He brushed the hair from her face and a gentle hand cast over her eyes, closing them. She wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be. No. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!

They had plans. So many plans. He was going to love her. He was going to love her till he died. Years of possibilities went through his mind, like water in a sieve.

Gaz laid a sheet over her. A sheet from their bed. He thrashed under Ghost. Let him die. Please let him die. He couldn’t leave her. He promised to stay. He promised to protect her. He couldn’t let her go alone. He promised.

Price had stood, his arms shaking. He kicked Marcus’s body. Gaz reached out to stop him and was met with a menacing look. Price’s boot made contact with Marcus’s skull. He slammed it down over and over. Bone concaved into brain. A slurry of what was once a face. If only he could have been that strong.

He woke up in the hospital two days later. Ghost was sitting next to him.

“I’m sorry, Johnny.”

She was buried next to her mum and brother. Her last name was Irons. He never knew that. Her birthday was February 10th. She was going to be twenty-six. Shy by a little over a month. It was just the four of them and Laswell. He’d bought a suit. Didn’t feel right to rent one. There was no service. It was just the burial.

He got her Himalayan blue poppies. He had to go to four different florists to find a blue flower. She liked blue. He was told they were grown all over the UK. That outside of greenhouses, they’re short-lived and hard to take care of.

Ghost and Gaz even got flowers. Her gravestone wasn’t ready yet so they laid them by the one shared by her family. It didn’t look like anyone had visited in years. He decided he’d bring all three of them flowers next time.

Price was the only one who talked. John’s throat still ached and he wouldn’t have had the words to say anyways.

“She deserved more. She deserved better. She was a brave girl. Always was. She used to mess about in the woods near the base. Got sent out to find her as training a lot. She was good at hiding. She’d climb up trees and jump on your back as you walked under. I wish I’d found you sooner, Nina. Not a country I went to where I didn’t ask about you. If I’m ever lucky to have a daughter, I hope she’s like you.”

Price threw down the first handful of dirt. John was the second. He hesitated, a closed fist over her casket. He couldn’t even look down. Dirt was slipping through his shaking knuckles. Price laid a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, son.”

He knew she was gone. It had been almost two weeks. Two weeks of hoping she’d somehow come back. That in the middle of the night to a knock on his door and she’d be there. That he’d wake up one morning, roll over and she’d be laying next to him. He’d find her walking down the street or in a dusty corner of some bookstore.

This dirt was the end of all that fantasizing. He’d let go and that would be it. A handful of dirt would keep her down there forever.

“I’m sorry.” He let go.

Laswell gave him a hug. Gaz did too. Ghost patted his back. Price lit up a cigar.

He sat and waited. He didn’t know what for. Price sat down next to him after everyone else dispersed.

“I’m sorry.” His eyes were red. John never saw the Captain cry but the evidence of it was obvious. “I should have gone myself. Dragged you into this fucking mess.”

John opened his mouth.

“Don’t talk. Just listen. I can tell you cared about her. Fuck, you might have loved her. She’s my biggest regret.” Price was trying not to cry, a deep frown across his forehead and his lips pinched between his teeth.

“Her father was a cunt, should have realized that sooner. I wanted to take her in myself. When he deserted I thought about how I would adopt her when they found him. Hoped I’d be the one. Kill him myself. I wanted to be better than him. A better soldier, a better captain, a better father. Thought I’d finally lost it when I saw her again for the first time. I thought ‘I can still help her. I can still be there for her. I can make up for what I should have done.’”

“I’m sorry you had to be the one there.” He took another puff from his cigar and squeezed John’s shoulder. “You’re a good man, John. You are. I don’t know what happened between the two of you but I’m sorry you had to see that. Neither of you deserved that.”

John started crying. He hunched over, pressing his forehead to his knees.

“If you need someone to blame, blame me. I should have never agreed to the plan. It’s my fault, John. It’s my fault. Not yours. You did what you could.” He’d been told that a lot. It wasn’t his fault that she died. They were outnumbered and outgunned. They didn’t stand a chance. They… they were a team but only he made it back.

“You’re on leave. Take your time. If you need more, let me know. I’ll sort it.” He rummaged around in his coat pocket. “Don’t try to follow her, aye? We need ya here. If there’s something after this, I’m sure she’ll be there when it’s your time. Here, I want you to have this.”

He took John’s hand and dropped Nina’s ring into his palm. He stared at it. He still had his band, sitting in the back of his nightstand drawer. It was so small. It would barely fit on his pinkie.

“Let me know if you need anything.” Price stood up and walked away. John couldn’t move. He just stared at the ring. His last piece of her.

Ghost was waiting for him as it got dark, leaning against the hood of his car.

“On suicide watch, am I?” He tried to laugh.

“I’m not good at eulogizing.” Ghost said. “Have to wear my dress uniform to your funeral. Hate the bloody thing. Not my color.”

He did laugh at that. He laughed till he cried, leaning against his car and punching the roof till it dented. He wanted to scream, he couldn’t even do that. He couldn’t scream or sob. All the pain just boiled inside his chest and radiated through his arms and legs. He kicked the driver’s window till it caved in and shattered. He punched another dent into the roof. He grabbed the tyre iron he kept in the trunk. He hit the car and thought of Marcus. He hit like Marcus would feel it in hell. He hit it till his shoulder started spasming from the pain and his stitches threatened to tear. Till he collapsed on the ground breathing hard. Bits of glass and plastic dug into his hands and face.

Ghost pulled him back to his feet, brushing him off.

“I’ll take you home, Johnny.”

“She didn’t deserve it. Not like that. She didn’t deserve to die like that.” It still ached to talk. He couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“They never do.” Ghost shook his head and supported him across the parking lot to his car. He couldn’t stop rambling between chest-heaving sobs.

“It should have been me.”

“Johnny…” It was a warning tone. He was pushed into the passenger seat.

“No, it should have been me. She had her whole life stolen from her even before she died. That night she was in my lap and I made all these plans. Was gonna take her to see all the tourist shite. She wanted to see cows. Fucking cows. That was all she fucking asked for. Fucking cows. I would have taken her, fuck I would have bought her one if she asked. I told her we could do whatever she wanted. And then she died in my fucking hands.”

“She knew you loved her, Johnny.” Ghost said, starting the engine. John shook his head.

“I didn’t know her last name till today.” He almost had to laugh. “Barely knew her. I never will. I got her those flowers because I think she liked blue but I never asked. She always asked what I liked and I didn’t ask her back. Thought I’d have more time.”

“We all do.”

He wasn’t surprised Ghost knew where he lived without telling him. He had to move soon. He couldn’t walk around his flat without thinking about her. How she was supposed to be here with him. He imagined her walking around here too much.

“Call me, Johnny. When you need. You’re not alone.” Ghost patted his shoulder after depositing him in bed. He hated the look Ghost gave him. Even with the mask, the pity was insurmountable. He shouldn’t be pitied. He failed.

He built a wall of pillows in the middle of his bed and dreamed of her hand slipping under it to hold his.

Six months is a long time yet it breezed over him. He put on a brave face. Told everyone he was getting better. No, he didn’t have constant nightmares anymore. No, he didn’t think about her when he went to bed or when he woke up. No, he didn’t have her ring on a chain around his neck. No, he was okay. He was okay now. He was so okay that he could go back out in the field.

Just clear the fucking building. He was angrier out there. Two shots when one would do. He slit a man’s throat and broke his neck because he looked like Marcus. He was getting brutal. He was getting careless. Ghost would call his name warningly over comms. Bring him back down. Just clear the fucking building.

A step into an office attached to a warehouse.

click.

Fuck

“Hey, L.T.”

“Soap?”

“I fucked up,” he laughed.

“Soap?”

“I think I stepped on a trigger. If I move it’s gonna blow me to hell.”

“Johnny, wait there.”

“Don’t have a choice, L.T.” Funny, the demolitions expert would die in an explosion. “Hey, L.T. don’t wear the mask when you tell my Maw. It’ll scare her.”

“Johnny, don’t.” He snapped.

“No. I think this is it. I can’t see any wires, it’s all under my foot.” He was laughing. “Tell Price that I don’t blame him. Never did. And if there is something after this, I’ll find her. I’ll find her.”

“Johnny, don’t fucking move. That’s an order!” He could hear Ghost’s hard breathing. He was running. He was glad he called his Maw before he left. Told her he was sorry for drifting away and that he loved her. That he would visit when he got back.

“I’m sorry, Simon but I don’t want you in the blast radius.”

“Johnny!”

He stepped off the trigger.

It was more peaceful than he expected—a brief moment of screeching pain and he hit the wall and that was it. The dark room turned bright white and that was it.

He was standing at the edge of a tree line. There was snow on the ground and it was quiet. Mountains hung overhead sparkling under a bright blue sky. There was a cabin a little ways up. Smoke was billowing out from a chimney. He didn’t recognize this place.

He walked up to the cabin. Its door was red and the handle was a brass circle. He knocked. He didn’t know where he was but it would still be rude to just walk in. Someone moved inside, he could hear the floors creak.

Nina opened the door and he smiled.

She looked just how she did on the day he met her. All those months ago in that hotel hallway.

He could hear her heartbeat in her chest. He didn’t understand what was happening. If this was real or not.

It didn’t matter, he decided. She was here and he was here and he could touch her.

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Chapter 47 - Told you it was going to be some Bohemian name.

Episode 3.

About an hour later

Niyol: Sam, this might be a bit to chew on for you, but you carry a very heavy darkness with you*

Sam: I know he spoke slow, Niyol's tea starting to get a hold on him. Normally he would mind, but this had been his exact intention when he had headed for Niyol. He needed sedation. And if he couldn't get that in the form of sex…..

Niyol: I mean apart from the obvious darkness of everything that has happened the past days.

Sam: I know he nodded slow, his body feeling like jelly I felt it shortly before Sparrow showed up.

Niyol: I'm not so certain it has anything to do with Sparrow or even Meena's death, to me it seems like something much more… hm…. I don't know how to quite put it…..

Sam: He saw himself tilt in almost slow motion, landing on Niyol's couch below him

Niyol: Sam…. you're haunted.

It was several hours later as Sam walked out into Niyol's garden, heading home. He felt slightly lighter as he stepped through the cold night air, till he suddenly noticed Adrian, leaned against a large tree, smoking. He walked up to him, frowning soft

Sam: Have you been here all the time?

Adrian: Mh

Sam: Why didn't you just come in?

Adrian: I don't like him!

Sam: You don't like anyone.

Adrian: No. But I particularly don't like HIM! He hissed and quickly walked past Sam, heading out of the garden

Sam: He caught up with him by the road Hey what's up with you?!

Adrian: I'm going home! he growled

Sam: So you came by Niyol's to tell me you were going home?! I could just have used my nose!

Adrian: Good, great, you do that from now on, Sam! He growled back

Sam: What's wrong with you?!

Adrian: Maybe I'm just cold and jealous!

Sam: He was quite surprised that Adrian would be jealous of Niyol There's nothing between us, we're just friends. He's my mentor.

Adrian: Please! He made you moan louder than I ever have!

Sam: What?! He looked at Adrian in disbelief we didn't have sex! I fell asleep on his couch!

Adrian: So you're calling me a liar! To think I wanted to adopt your kids!

Sam: What?! This doesn't even make sense!

Adrian: Oh great, it's the color blue! He scoffed just what we need, more meat to stick inside you, you little slut! You're already pregnant with 2 different men!

Sam: I don't understand he shook his head confused and looked down himself, seeing a significant large belly how?!

Adrian: Well now that Niyol is in the mix, I guess I'm off the hook! Au Revoir! Here comes the blue!

Sam: Adrian I swear! as he looked up Adrian was already gone, instead Andy was now parked at the side of the road, looking at Sam from inside his red Ford Mustang Boss Dad?

Andy: Jump in!

Sam: He looked around confused, then down himself, the belly was gone??? I don't understand anything any longer, I don't think I'm fully awake he mumbled as he got in on the front seat next to his dad Can we go for a cup of coffee, please?

Andy: Sure he smiled softly I know just the right place.

They drove a while, the car just being quiet, Sam gazing at the scenery slowly passing by, and he suddenly started noticing, it was as if one side of the road was snailing by, while the other were speeding by. He frowned even more confused but as he shook his head, the car was suddenly back to speeding normally

Andy: Is there something wrong?

Sam: I guess Niyol's tea was stronger than it seemed? I just need some coffee that's all.

Andy: … and dick

Sam: What?! He looked at his dad with a deep frown

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely relax, it's completely normal, Raven told me about your hormones, I even warned you about them a couple days ago… and judging by the fact that you are currently quite hard, I guessed they definitely kicked in…. Unless you suddenly fancy your "old" man? he smirked teasingly

Sam: What?! *He looked down himself, seeing a rather large boner in his sweat pants, he didn't even remember wearing sweat pants?!

Andy: It's okay, Sam, I wont judge you if you need to relieve pressure to keep yourself and the babies happy. Remember, I know exactly what you're going through, I'm growing one myself. ❗❗❗ Disclaimer, I do not condone the following scene, frankly it was hard to write, alas I like to challenge myself as a writer. I do not blame anyone for skipping this scene or completely stop reading my story. I know this one touches a fine line, and I've been struggling whether I should leave it out or not, but it would require too much editing I don't have time for. So please, beware I don't condone this, and it's still a fictional story. Thank you.

Sam: He looked back up at his dad, who was now slowly jerking off his own boner Dad! Watch the road!

Andy: See anything you like?

Sam: He sighed a large amount of steamy air out and watched as he bent over his dad, slowly locking his mouth around his dick, sucking it lightly with a soft moan, a feeling of an explosion of intense pleasure and freedom bursting out of him

Andy: Sam, he moaned soft this might be a bit to chew on for you

Sam: What?! He quickly pulled away from his dad, surprised to hear the same words Niyol had spoken to him only hours ago What's going on?!

Andy: He looked back at Sam with a questioning frown, and looked as if he was just as confused as Sam. His pants were up, and there weren't even a hint of a boner in his pants?!

Sam: He looked down himself, no boner although he still felt as if he was about to literally explode any second Dad, maybe it's best I just go home…

Andy: Why? We're here already? Why don't you come inside, try with a coffee, and it it doesn't help I'll drive you home.

Sam: He nodded soft okay.

They walked down a long corridor that seemed nothing like a place to get coffee

Sam: He looked at the many different wooden doors with weird writings on them, it was as if the letters were dancing around, and they all refused to stand still long enough for him to look at them. The hallways were dimmed, and from somewhere on some far away speakers, dark techno was blaring. Once in a while voices was heard from behind the many doors, but they were muffled enough that he couldn't make out more than some moaning sounds. What was this place? His heart started racing, he felt drowsy again as back at Niyol's place, longing for that coffee to set him back straight

Andy: In here he smiled soft at Sam and let him into a small dark room. Only a few small flickering lights here and there, making it hard to make out anything in the small room, which was in fact more like a booth. He lead Sam up to a small bench like the ones in changing rooms with no back rest, dirty old wooden bench with named edged into the surface. 'John was here 7/9-2020' was the first one Sam was able to read as his eyes adjusted to the sparse light. Take off your clothes and lay down on the bench, I'll help you get in position.

Sam: What? He looked at his dad, more confused than ever what's going on?

Andy: Sam He stroke Sam's cheek gently I thought you wanted this? I thought you wanted coffee?

Sam: I do want coffee, dad…

Andy: Mhh he bit his bottom lip Me too, I've wanted coffee for so long, and I thought you'd never ask. And it's perfect now that we are both pregnant, trust me, our pregnancy will be much faster and much more enjoyable if we just give in and drink when we're thirsty.

Sam: Dad?

Andy: He stepped so close Sam could feel his breath I'll take care of you son… He reached forwards, cupping Sam's groin with his hand, a long relieved sigh escaping him Yessss

Sam: Dadhhh he wanted to step away and protest, but at the same time he felt himself melt against his dad's hand hhhhhh

Andy: They're all watching… and one by one they will help you feel better

Sam: Who's watching? he sighed soft as his body felt heavier, the trance dragging him back in

Andy: The strangers… the strangers you wanted

Sam: A soft surrendering moan escaped him and he felt Andy slowly pull down his pant I surrenderrr

❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Andy: He sighed steamy air against Sam's lips and started undressing him

Sam: It felt like hours, but at the same time as if a second only passed by, then he stood naked in front of Andy, his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing slow and steamy

Andy: come he grabbed Sam's hand and lead him the few steps to the bench lay down

Sam: On my back or my stomach?

Andy: However you prefer to take it

Sam: A soft moan slipped him, and he slowly laid down on his belly

Andy: Good, are you comfortable?

Sam: Yes…

Andy: Good he stroke Sam's lower back You look ready

Sam: I am he sighed soft fill me

Andy: Mmhh… I'll be right with you. He quickly walked out the room

Sam: …Dad? He suddenly heard some noise from the room behind him, and a bit of shaking was felt in the small booth as he hear the sound of a gate open. He turned his head slowly and looked at the wall behind him. A large hole had opened just behind his naked butt, more than large enough to fill his whole butt inside the hole … dad?

Andy: His hands suddenly reached into the hole, grabbing Sam's hips firmly, and in a strong pull dragging him backwards, yanking his butt into the hole, till it filled the opening

Sam: He moaned soft and shaky Yesss

Andy: Sam could still peek through the hole, it was luckily big enough, and he watched as Andy pulled his own pants down, slowly stroking his boner Gawd you look so soft and ready as you lay there he let go of Sam's hip and let his hand travel to Sam's butt, gently slipping a finger inside his hole Mmmhh you're so wet and open already

Sam: He sighed soft from pleasure and felt his body tremble

Andy: He leaned more against the opening and poked his dick against Sam's hole gawd I wanna fuck you, no mercy. Take what's mine.

Sam: Take me he sighed softly and arched his back, pushing it impatiently against the opening fill me

Andy: He sighed a large amount of steamy air out and stroke his dick, slipping the finger out of Sam again, letting the hand travel down Sam's balls, down between his legs, locking it around Sam's dick, stroking it firmly Tell me you want me

Sam: I want you he sighed shakily

Andy: He bit his bottom lip and started slowly pushing his hips back and forwards, sliding his dick up and down between Sam's butt cheeks, enjoying the sight Tell me you want your daddy

Sam: A deep moan escaped him, his voice distant as he spoke, feeling himself float off into space I want my daddy

Andy: Tell me what you want me to do to you his voice sounded mostly like a far away echo by now

Sam: …. fuck me daddy he groaned soft as he came from Andy jerking him off

Andy: Oh yeah… cum for me…. cum for daddy

Sam: He moaned long and squirmed, feeling cum still leaking out his dick as he also felt Andy's dick strongly push itself inside him, a loud satisfied roar escaping him Fuck me daddyyyyyy!!!!! everything became a big blur after that point on. He kept slipping in and out. Sometimes he was getting fucked. Sometimes sucked. Sometimes face fucked. Sometimes he recognized his dad's tattoos, or voice, or both, other times it was complete strangers. He couldn't keep track of how many, or who did what. He barely even knew his own name most of the time. All he knew was, the pleasure was deeper, stronger and far more freeing than anything he had ever felt in his entire life, and all he wanted to do was hold onto it, and get stuffed with it. By whom or how no longer mattered. All he knew was, he wanted more, more, more! ❌Short sex scene END - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (Congrats, you successfully skipped sex) ❌

Adrian: SAM! SAM!! What the fuck have you done to him!??!!

Ronan: Adrian! It's not what it looks like, let us explain!

Adrian: Fucking let go of me Raven! He tried his best to wrestle lose of his partners arms, while still observing the moaning and screaming sweaty Sam on Niyol's bed

Eonan: Adrian, we are only trying to help Sam, please understand-

Niyol: Adrian, it's a potion, I know it looks out of place but if we just sit down calmly I'll gladly explain to you-

Raven: Feeling more and more like being on the wrong side of the argument

Sam: FUCK me daddyyyyy!!!!

Adrian: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!??!

Raven: He shook his head lightly and looked at Sam now vibrating the whole bed with his motions, making everything look like a weird exorcism Niyol, what the hell??!!

Niyol: He looked at Sam confused He's reacting stronger than I though he would

Ronan: Frowning suspiciously Niyol?

Niyol: I guess the potion was more potent than I thought?

Adrian: WHAT?!?!? his whole body tensing like a bow, spent out, ready to sent off it's arrow for a kill

Raven: He smirked at Niyol

Eonan: Raven, no.

Raven: His smirk turned into a grin, and then he let go of Adrian, stepping back

Adrian: He roared loudly as he threw himself towards Niyol, punching him straight in the face, knocking him to the ground

Sam: The loud roar caught his attention and he slowly opened his drowsy eyes ….. Niyol?….. Adrian?

Adrian: I'm gonna fucking kill you!!!

Raven: Technically he's already dead.

Adrian: Luckily he didn't hear Raven's comment

Ronan: Raven! Either you pull him back or I do.

Raven: In an instant he was across the room, standing in front of his brother You don't do ANYTHING, is that clear?!

Odette: She took a step towards Raven

Raven: Touch me, and I'll make sure you regret it.

Eonan: Raven!

Raven: No! You should all fucking take a look at this shit! None of you would normally agree to ANYTHING like this, specially cause Sam's involved! This whole fucking thing might have started as a nice gesture and a want to help, but this is so fucking far over the line it makes my skin crawl! Yes I know I'm the fucking pervert here, I shouldn't frown, right, but that's precisely my point! Sam isn't! So unless someone can give me a very clear and very good explanation that somehow justifies all of this shit, I'm out of here, and I'm taking those two with me he pointed at Adrian still tumbling around on the floor with Niyol, fighting, and Sam on the bed

Odette: Raven let me explain

Sam: ADRIAN!!! What's going on?!? he suddenly jumped out of the bed, faster than his legs could keep up with, and fell into a table, then crashed down on the main floor of the room, landing few cm from Raven

Raven: He quickly bent down, grabbed Sam's arms and yanked him up Can you stand?

Sam: Yeah? He asked confused, small waves of pleasure still rolling through his body, making him fall against Raven's chest, digging his fingers into it Raven… he sighed softly

Raven: He frowned soft and wrapped an arm around Sam to support him This is not okay, so unless you guys start speaking up… right now!

Sam: Momentarily getting distracted by Adrian and Niyol again as he started coming more out of the haze Adrian?

Raven: Speak!

Odette: Sam is haunted

Raven: …. he shook his head lightly by ghosts?

Odette: Not per say. He's haunted by things that has happened and things he worry might happen.

Raven: He pointed at Niyol's bed with his free hand That bed is full of sweat and cum, and I bet you that wasn't about past or future "ghosts"… but what it was was way over the line and someone should have stepped in long ago!

Odette: I agree, but dragging him out of the trance manually can cause even further confusion.

Raven: So will watching him like this! he nodded at Sam, twirling a lock of Raven's hair around his finger

Odette: Yes… she frowned soft, clearly uncomfortable with Sam's behavior it appears some of his ghosts also comes from stuff he represses.

Raven: …. I find it hard to believe Sam wants Andy

Odette: Maybe on some animalistic level, perhaps it's a wolf thing.

Raven: That's pretty far fetched Odette, and I think this whole thing is coming down to guess work at this point! You're essentially agreeing to people taking sexual advantage of your brother, including pimping him up with his own father. Again I know I shouldn't point fingers at family sex, but Sam would never!

Odette: She suddenly stood up taller, tired of being spoken down to Know your place Raven, and when to speak.

Raven: That's rich! he snorted

Sam: Adrian? He slowly wormed his way out of Raven's arm and slowly walked towards Adrian and Niyol still fighting on the ground

Odette: You stand here judging as if you know better, as if your own concern of Sam's wellbeing is greater than anyone else in this room, we are all here to help. And yes, some unpleasant truths might have been revealed tonight, so I suggest we find a way to deal with it! The reason why Sam is all worked up like this, is the fact that he has been repressing a part of his nature for far too long, a part of his wolf, and yes that might be a guess, but not out of malice, but rather out of lacking to cope with the fact that maybe just maybe Sam actually wants his dad in human form, not his wolf. Just Sam. Not that there would be anything wrong with that, in our family, but living as a part of the real world, we sometimes get caught up in the rules of that world, and along that the judgment too. There's not a single soul who would love Sam less in this room, if he were to admit he wanted Andy, or even if he was with Andy. But Sam has judged himself far too much, and has repressed something which seems to be far more important to him than he would like to admit. The part of the trance that you get caught up on was sexual, sure, but you didn't see the part where he for hours begged for Ava to come back or when he sobbingly kept repeating he did not want to become a dad cause he would lose Adrian. He was shivering with fear!

Adrian: He suddenly stopped fighting as Odette's words caught up with him and rolled off Niyol

Sam: StOp STOP STOOOOOP he yelled at the top of his lungs I can't take anymore! People fighting over me! I came here for a moment of peace, all I got was war! War inside me, war around me, people I love ready to rip each other apart! I can't stand it anymore! No one judges less than the other person! Adrian! I came here cause I knew what would happen, I knew Niyol would offer me a tea, I was fully aware it would knock me out. I trust him, he's my mentor. It's not Niyol's fault what was revealed, no one in this room was prepared for what would happen. There's no guarantee for these sort of things! Niyol he shook his head just get up from the floor! Odette, stop fighting with Raven, he's not the problem, you are… you all are! Instead of accepting we were all in way over our head you start attacking left and right, you wanna know the truth? Ask!

Raven: Sam, I…

Sam: I want you! he looked at Raven with flickering eyes I've wanted you since I sat in that hallway, all alone, waiting for someone to come find me. I felt so weak, as if I was going to simply fade away, and the only strength I felt, the only thing to hang onto, was you when you landed in that hallway. Time stood still, and all I wanted to do was lay down and feel your hands on my skin, feel your strength, let it take over me and make me feel stronger again. But it wasn't the right time or place, instead I got to sit and hear people I love cut down a person who left way too soon, feeling the walls close in on me and darkness consume me, while knowing the light I desperately needed was sitting right next to me. But I was unable to reach out, it wasn't appropriate. It was against the unwritten rules we must all follow to be functional parts of society. So I drowned instead. It's not logic, it might not even make sense to anyone, I know it doesn't to me. It isn't love, apart from brotherly, it's simply lust, and a desperate need to be rescued. He shrugged lightly maybe it's the same with my dad? I don't know? I don't know if it was already there or if it's the scared boy in me needing protection? Maybe it's the wolf, maybe it's me, I don't know what's up and down any longer, so how can I possibly figure this one out?! All I know is, that out of the trance I only vaguely remember one thing… and that's him he frowned deep fucking me, and… it felt like the most natural and best I ever had. Does that make me feel like doing it in real life? No! Absolutely not, but it's on the other hand a thing I'll have to find a way to live with, cause I'm not sure it will ever leave my mind… just like Ava. He sighed heavily as tears started falling I keep thinking I have let her go, then some fucking shit happens and I'm right back to missing her so much I cry myself to sleep! Being pregnant, yes I trust you, Adrian, I trust you wont run away, but it still at the same time sits deep in me, a deep seeded fear cause that's what I always assumed would happen, cause you have gone out of your way to make it clear you don't ever want kids and you despise them!

Adrian: He frowned deep

Sam: Ava and I was supposed to have kids…

Adrian: And then you got stuck with me.

Sam: He sighed deep

Adrian: Got it he spat some blood on the floor and marched out the door

Sam: He shook his head lightly, and turned around to the others tears streaming down his face I…. can't fucking take anymore, this is all… too much! Just too much!

Raven: He hurried towards Sam and wrapped his arms around him Is it safe to take him with me now?

No answer

Raven: ODETTE?!??!

Niyol: It's safe, he's clear enough by now.

Raven: Thank you! and then he was gone

[lacystar]

hey guys, update on my mental health: I'm doing great, but cquackity is so thought you said that you would always be in love but you're not in love no more but honey I'll be seeing you wherever I go but honey ill be seeing you down every road 'cause honey I'll come get my things but I cant let go I'm actin like I don't see every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me midnight we're fading till daylight we're jaded we know that its over in the morning you'll be dancing with all the heartache and the treason the fantasies of leavin' our rules, our dreams, we're blind blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite a RUUUUUUUUSH at the beginning I get caught uUUUUUUUP just for a minute but lover you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can you hear the violence? megaphone to my chest, broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom, and make 'em all dance to it our thing progresses I call and you come through blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you baby really hurt me crying in the taxi he don't wanna know me says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm, says it was poison, so I guess ill go home into the arms of the girl that I love, the only love I haven't screwed up she's so hard to please but she's a forest fire I do my best to meet her commands play up romance we slow dance in the living room but all that a stranger would see is one girl, standing alone, stroking her cheek cause I remember the rush when forever was us before all of the winds of regret and mistrust now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost well I guess I should go yeah I guess I should go, hard. feelings. of loooove, when the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the co-o-old, alone with the hard feeeeelings of looove god, I wish I'd believed you when you told me this was my home these days we kiss and we keep busy the waves come after midnight I call from underwater why even try to get right? when you've outgrown a lover the whole world knows but you it's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yeah, real for me now I'll fake it every single day 'till I don't need fantasy till I feel you leave, but ill still remember every thing how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me, I'll start letting go of little things till im so far away from you, far away from you, yeah bet you wanna rip my heart out, bet you wanna skip my calls now, well guess what, I'd like that cause im gonna mess your life up gonna wanna tape my mouth shut look out lovers we're l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation l-o-v-e-l-e-s-s generation all fuckin with our lovers heads lights are on and they've gone home but who am I? we told you this was melodrama all the glamour and the trauma and the fucking melodrama they'll talk about us all the lovers how we kissed and killed each other break the news, you're walking out to be a good man for someone else sorry I was never good like you in my head I play a supercut of us all the magic we gave off all the love we had and lost and in my head the visions never stop these ribbons wrap me up but when I reach for you its just a supercut we keep tryin to talk about us slow motion im watching our love I'll be your quiet afternoon crush be your violent overnight rush make you crazy over my touch but its just a supercut of us cause in my head in my head I do everything right when you call when you call I forgive and not fight because ours are the moments I play in the dark we were wild and fluorescent come home to my heart and maybe all this is the party maybe the tears and the highs we breathe, maybe all this is the party maybe we just do it violently but you're not who you thought you were I hate the headlines and the weather I'm 19 and im on fire but when we're dancing I'm alright, it's just another graceless night, all of the things we're taking 'cause we are young and we're ashamed send us to perfect places all of our heroes fading now I cant stand to be alone lets go to perfect places

all the nights spent off our faces tryna find these perfect places, what the fuck are perfect places anyways?

[introloves]

🦷: Okayy but daddy Iwa leaving his baby with mattsun while he’s gone like bo does and mattsun taking such good care of iwa’s little girl,,and if mattsun can’t Iwa will reluctantly leave her w makki who’s so much meaner 🥺🥺

— dom! matsukawa + sub space + teasing + mentions of pain + predator/prey dynamics + slight hair pulling + mentions of fear + masochist reader + size kink + dacryphilia + big dick + heavy breath play + choking + praise + creampie + petname (bunny) + f! reader

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he looked her over, unable to stop the smirk from forming. shy eyes made his chest swell in a primal swirl of lust. already so sweet for him, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“y/n.”

“hm?” your voice answered back in a small hum, cute and shy. he couldn’t help but let a shiver crawl up his back at the thought of how you’d sound broken and whining just like that for him.

but he was being too forward, no wonder why iwaizumi had asked to leave you in his care- you were dangerously alluring.

you were here to be taken care of, and what he wanted might not match up to what you wanted, he’d test the waters first.

grabbing your hand gently, making sure to not startle you all too bad- letting you know it was okay, there was nothing to be embarrassed or shy about; the plan was set out, in detail- by hajime.

the thought of leaving you alone while he joined his team out of the country wasn't something he liked to entertain- you were supposed to be taken care of at all times, even when he couldn't. that's why this arrangement was drawn up. it was something mattsun could do.

he led you to his room, motioning to where the bathroom, kitchen- where all the necessities were. his house was small; enough for him and now for you, it was where you would be staying at… and you were grateful.

“its not much… but its comfortable.” the tone and smoothness of his voice eased you further- the slowly oscillating timbre of notes made you melt.

you nodded, smiling a little, bending your head in appreciation.

it squeezed at his heart, the way you were so polite and kind, a sweet little thing he couldn’t believe belonged to iwaizumi.

it made sense, you’d made the comment on how you liked men that could protect, men who would put you on your knees by just a look… and he so deeply hoped he fit that criteria.

in private, you knew he was- he was tall and big, taller than your hajime, maybe not as thick, not as built, but his presence still made your knees shake.

you let yourself watch him from the corner of your eyes, watching him walk forward, settling down the bag he’d taken from you on his bed… in all honesty, you’d seen his couch- and someone as big as him would not have a pleasant time sleeping on it… but you didn't know where he was going to draw the line.

you’d hope he’d stay, hope he’d cuddle you and make you feel good… sleeping alone was not familiar to you.

being alone was an ugly thought, it was exhausting and horrible. being spoiled made you greedy and needy- all in one. a pretty thing iwa was proud of, always showing you off.

you needed someone, and you wholly agreed to be pretty and good for issei.

“okay bunny.” he sighed, sitting down at the edge of the bed, looking at you.

the petname sent little prickles of heat down your back, making you dizzy and complaint, it triggered a nice and comfy haze clouding your mind.

“time for bed?” he asked, watching the slow blink of your eyes, chest rising and falling slowly- slipping into that sweet headspace.

oh…

iwaizumi really had you trained well.

he was going to have so much fun with you.

“what do you want, pretty girl.” issei questioned, leaning forwards elbows on his thighs; looking at you like a good meal, something he was very eagerly waiting to take a bite out of- lower lip glistening with saliva as he passed his thick tongue over it.

it made you take a step forward, a pretty bunny falling right into the claws of something big and mean- being devoured came easiest for you.

“take care of me.” you whispered, placing two shaky hands on his shoulders. broad frame, nice and sturdy, warm and strong. everything a little bunny like you needed for security.

his lips curled into a pleasant smile, canines glistening under the light of his room, smirking at your sweet words.

“ah- you want me to take care of you?” mattsun’s voice was laced with inquisition, wanting to hear another note of confirmation.

“yes please. haji said you would.” you responded, pouting at the slight teasing, but quickly warming up when those hands of his wrapped around your sides. it felt real easy, tugging you onto his lap.

“oh, bunny i will.” he assured, thinking over his next words.

“i just… you know the difference between me and iwaizumi… right?” there was small apprehension, felt like he was trying to piece together words that wouldn’t scare you off. shaking your head slightly, they did everything but that- luring you in with the promise of something dangerous, something exciting.

it was really cute- he could hear your heart pound from where he was, watching your face scrunch up, leaning into him.

“if you want me to take care of you, i need to let you know- i’m a lot bigger than him.” matsukawa huffed, sliding the hold on your sides down to your hips, groaning at the warmth and softness molding under his palms.

“and i dont fuck like he does.”

the smooth timbre of his voice turned gravely, growling out those last few words, bringing your body to his- entrapping you in all of him. he let himself grace your neck, lips just barely touching- letting you back away at the challenge.

but you were a greedy thing, the small hint of danger electrifying every nerve in your body. thighs jumping around his lap, squirming.

he says it like a warning, but all it does is excite you. the promise of him fucking you doenst let you focus on anything else.

mattsun feels your squirming, sees the way you bite at your lips, pupils dilating as you watch him, wide eyes roaming his face.

he's the one who starts the grind, tightening the hold, shifting to sit back slightly; pushing you against the length already hard and heavy in his pants.

this is his favorite part, seeing the surprise- eagerly watching for the look of pure shock. maybe you're finally feeling the heavy severity of the situation, maybe it's a jolt of arousal that makes your eyes shake, lips parting in amazement at being sat on his big cock.

whichever one it is, it makes your head tip back, huffing out a tiny noise of surprise and want.

it feels so big, even now, just sat on his cock through his. pants and your bottoms and it's all just so-

“oh!”

throbbing cunt passing over a ridge, catching over your puffy clit, knowing it's the swell of his cockhead. it makes you weak, tipping forward, tugging at his shirt.

issei chuckles in response, warm hand traveling up your back, curling against your head. there's a tiny moment of reprieve- sits there, watching your shoulders tense up before he tugs.

it's gentle at first, admiring how you shape yourself perfectly for him, going limp as soon as he does, but just like you- he's a greedy man and pulls- back bowing against him. with clenched teeth at how you squirm, he hisses;

“what is it bunny?” what's got you makin’ those pretty sounds?”

there's already tears forming against your lashes, the feeling of your cunt freely gliding against the pool of arousal lying wetly right on your panties makes everything that more… exciting. if he's able to bring you to this state by just tugging at your hair… the thought makes you desperate or what else he could do to you.

“you! it's you ‘sei! don't want you to tease- take. care. of. me.” you mewl, exasperated at his actions.

he's so close- you can feel his cock pulse under him, and you want nothing more than to be split open.

but your sweet little tantrum simply makes him laugh, bringing your throat to his mouth, teeth grazing sweetly against the thrum of your pulse.

“little bunny… you’ve got some fight, hm?” he whispers, letting you go with a quick little bite- a reminder, something to let you know to calm yourself.

usually he’d take his time- reduce you into a mess of cum and tears and spit until you’re crying out for him, and even then he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. however, issei would play nice for now, knowing your little outburst was all due to the want for him. it made his heart thump loudly against his ribs.

“it’s okay- i’ll fuck it out of you.” mattsun groans.

you tense up at his words- the throbbing against the spot where he nipped keeping a heavy reminder, impatience didn't look pretty on you.

he lets a hand leave the warmth of your hips, thumb digging into the side of your cheek impatiently, keeping your head tilted to look at him- the tension in your scalp lessens and you're aware of the direction his other hand is traveling.

the sound of his belt clinking, button popping open, and zipper falling makes you squeak. whole body lighting up, pressing your cunt right against the hand working to release him from his pants.

“please!”

the word slips from your lips involuntarily, and once again, he lets the slip up go. there would be time to teach you to wait, to earn what he gives you.

using the grip he already has on your face, he picks you up, a show of strength tugging you up by your face to give his cock room to be released. your knees shakily hit either side of the bed around his body, hips tipping forward- giving him space, but even then, you feel the tip of his cock brush against your pussy.

a high, shaky sound of air leaving your lungs in a shocked whimper makes his cock jump heavily- your hands landing by your face as you stare, chest heaving- weight of his hand falls from your face, down to your neck, pressing you deep into the bed.

the thrum of fear peaks once more, exaggerating another gush of arousal, this time running down your ass- no longer caught by your panties.

“pretty.” is all he says, squeezing once, watching your legs jump. his thumb swipes up against your cheek to catch a stray tear. he wants to make a remark about your skittish muscles, working against you to tense up with every movement he makes, but the heavy lust burning in his stomach doesn't let him.

“breathe in for me- it’ll hurt less if you do.”

there’s sick pleasure watching you nod, so eager to do what he says just to be hurt in order to take him all. he wastes no time in order to tug your bottoms off, impatiently working with only one hand, all while he keeps his eyes on your face. its all a frenzy of want.

he wanted to take you like an animal, wanted to make it hurt- wanted to break your soft mind, but he resists. it’ll be fine for now, the time to play how he wants could happen at a later time.

the head of his cock meets heavy resistance, slickened by the never ending stream of arousal leaking out of your wanting hole- it makes it a little more bearable. you such in a breath, just like he says, tongue heavy with the weight of it playing against your cunt.

he was right, he was right and now your heart beat loudly in your chest at the feeling of him pressing in more and more- he was bigger than your hajime, and it hurt.

it hurt so good.

“m-more!” you gasp, impatiently waiting with the slow pace he's taking you. hands clawing at the hand still wrapped firmly around your throat, legs thumping over and over on either side of him.

it takes him back, gasping at the slight tilt of your hips seeking more of him, his eyebrows pinch together in amusement and surprise.

you were proving to be more of a challenge than he thought- but he did as he was told for now, shifting down to really pin you.

“pretty girl, so dirty- you keep surprisin’ me.” he grunts, watching your body lie pliant, mouth hanging open in a desperate and now silent plea.

he counts to three before lessening up, blinking at the way you shoot up to take a heavy gulp of air.

“good bunny.” he seethes, trying to keep up with your greedy cunt, fluttering around him as he pushes in and in and in.

its so good, nails digging into the arm still trapping your upper body down onto the bed, drooling as your tongue lulls out.

you’re hot and wound up, pooling sweat dripping down against your clothes, smushed against his mattress.

the first slam of his hips inside makes you sob, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of all the tension leaving your body, a reaction to being fucked so hard. you can feel him make a noise of appreciation at that, pushing his weight- using it to fuck you down onto the bed.

“so good- such a greedy pussy, only satisfied when it's being pounded like this- hm?”

issei emphasizes his words with an increasing tempo, barely giving himself time to breathe, drunk on your cunt- the pretty sounds you're making, the way your eyes have rolled to the back of your head, small hands no longer grabbing at his wrist.

you're creaming around him, already cuming at just mintues of being given what you so desperately begged for.

“issei! ‘sei!”

it sounds so pretty leaving your mouth in this breathy pitch and it's getting to him, the building orgasm crawling towards him at a rapid pace.

he releases the hold on your neck to grab desperately at your hips, arching your back against him while you jolt, body receiving the shock of his pistoning hips- slapping heavily onto your thighs, mixing with the loud squelch and squeal singing from your body.

you can’t will your muscles to contract any longer, already cuming once more at the change in position, weakly crying out his name- sweet and fucked out, babbling the consonants of his name over and over again.

“good girl- c-cuming so pretty for me.” he pants, teeth clashing together as he pushes past the resistance of your walls once more, sheathing his cock inside in a final attempt to make it hurt. he knows he’s successful when you lift up off the bed, choking out a warbling scream.

his body seizes, matching the feverish way you’re spasming around his body.

the heated, spurt of cum inside your cunt comes in thick ropes and you exhale in response, turning your head left to right as you receive it all- take it all in your battered, swollen walls.

he stays right where he stops, head hooked down, eyes looking at the cream of cum splattered on the stretched out lips of your cunt.

“fuck.” he gasps, slowly coming back from the overwhelming burst of pleasure.

“are you okay?” matsukawa asks, eyes softening at the way you slowly open your eyes, blinking hot tears from your lashes.

you cant respond verbally just yet, giving him a nod, a small tilt of your head before dropping your legs- finally relaxing.

he sees why you need this every night, you're glowing- covered in sweat and a sweet smile playing at your lips.

“so good- thank you issei.” you sing, already ready to sleep- and with the almost devious curl of your lips, he swears you- the sweet bunny he brought into his home was more predator than prey.

“play with me some more... later- please.” you hum, shivering at the globs of cum cooling against your stretched cunt, all before you sigh and close your eyes, looking for that sweet sleep.

matsukawa stays up a bit later, giving iwaizumi a quick text- asking if you would ever truly be satisfied, and the response he gets sends a prickle of heat curling against his neck-

fuck her unconscious or else she’ll keep wanting more.

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[jaeskitty]

Can u do mark lee nipple suck habbit w cockwarming please🙏, thankyouuuuu💌💗

Pairing: Mark Lee X reader. Genre: smut(mdni), established relationship. Warning: Smut smut, cockwarming, nipple sucking/nipple play. Word count: less than 1k

A/N : I hope you like it anon and everyone else too<33 not proofread.feel free to leave a feedback. Interractions are appreciated. Have a nice day or night or whenever you're reading this<3

With a bag of popcorn in your hand,there you were,watching a very interesting show on Netflix.You sat rolling your legs on the couch,completely lost in the show. The cold weather still cutting through the thick blanket you had wrapped around yourself.

"What are you watching,baby?",your boyfriend questioned you as he entered the living room.

You opened your mouth to answer him but he cut you off,"It's so cold,no? Lemme just get inside the blanket first", he bounced on the couch clumsily making some popcorns fall off from the bag you had in your hand and made his way inside your blanket occupying a huge portion of it.

"Mark,my popcorns!can you like not bounce on the couch please?",you eyed him.

"Sorry it's just so cold, I can't even hear what you're saying. My ears are frozen",he asserted overdramatically.

"Sure sir,then just cuddle in",you suggested judgementally.

He instantly hugged your waist from the side to cuddle in only to realise that you were wearing nothing under your mid thin t-shirt when his hand landed on your thigh.

"Well,I don't think only cuddling would help me get warm,you know?",he said in a very teasing tone that it didn't even take much time for you to realise what he was talking about since you guys do this pretty often.

You sighed at the man's words but it was cold and of course you could use some warmth too.

You put the popcorn bag on the tea table and shifted onto Mark's lap. Mark pulled his pant a little down to reveal his cock only. You held onto his shoulders and slowly let him get inside you as he insterted his erection deep within you.

It's hard to give him cockwarming without getting badly fucked at the end but you could call this another trial to maybe give him just cockwarming this time.

When you took all of him inside your pussy,you both sat there. The show kept playing on TV,the low light coming from the TV was the only source of light in that room and the heat building up between you two made you both feel pretty warm.

He slowly started moulding your clothed tits with his both hands in circular motion,slow and sexy,taking your nipples in between his middle and index finger to tease them and pull them.A lewd moan escaped your mouth but you still controlled your utmost feminine urge to rock your pussy on his cock by that moment.

Taking that as a cue,Mark took no time to detach his hands from your boobs only to lift your t-shirt up and attached his mouth on one of your boobs.

He slowly sucked on your nipple,swirling his tongue over your sensitive bud mercilessly.Your moans got a little too loud for him to keep his cool."Moaning already? Fuck",he groaned against your nipple sending shivers down your spine.

He then grabbed both of your boobs roughly and started to mould them harshly together and sucked on each of them in turns. Giving both of the same amount of attention and torture.

"P-please,this was supposed to be just cockwarming,mark",you somehow managed to form up words to warn him but it was already too late because he had already started to thrust his cock inside you.

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[angelamajiki]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧

PAIRINGS: Yandere! Fatgum x Female! Sidekick! Reader

CW: noncon, voyeurism, bell bulge, size kink, praise kink, breeding, cunninglingus, bondage, dumbification

AN: This is a piece for Fern’s 1k Event! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! Read the intro and first piece before reading this one! Ty <3 P.S. the italicized quotes are Nighteye’s and reader prior convo

Gluttony: The Second Circle of Dante’s Inferno

“What I like about gluttony,' a bishop I knew used to say, 'is that it doesn't hurt anyone else.'”

You hadn’t the faith to believe him when he said it.

It was hard to call the exchanges that occurred between the two of you a conversation. More or less, he spoke the truth of your reality and you simply didn’t have the gall to question it.

The elevator he thrust you into was cold and unnerving despite the cheesy jazz music that thankfully filled the void of silence you were sure would have deafened you if it prolonged itself. It gave you time to think on his words, more so than you would have liked to.

“The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind. It is a poison that is all-consuming of the senses.”

Gluttony was the next trial, so it seemed. Lord knows what lies ahead for you, leaving you foolishly clutching to the notion that this circle couldn’t possibly be worse than the last.

The abrupt halt to the elevator allows the gravity of the situation to sink in fully. The inescapable horror was creeping in through the crack in the door, especially when it opened to find a man waiting for you.

And what a man he was, standing at nearly eight feet.

“Just the gal I was lookin’ for! I was worried my favorite lil sidekick had run off right after quitin’ time.”

An enormous, gloved hand clapped down on your shoulder, lingering far longer than you would have liked.

“Follow me to my office, yeah? I got something I wanna discuss with ya.”

And just like that, the string of fate slipped around your neck like a noose and pulled you along down the empty hallway, save for you, the man, and the numerous amounts of plaques, awards, and other celebratory memorabilia decorating the agency halls.

Judging by the pictures you saw yourself in, you were a hero of sorts, working alongside the unnamed man and two others you had yet to meet. Hopefully, your paths would never cross.

Even inside his office, you could see the remnants of what your life would be in this circle of hell. Whoever was with you seemed to be very fond of you, given the number of photographs and newspaper clippings adorning his desk and walls of the office.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and not just your fantastic work as a hero. Been thinking about what a fine woman you’ve grown to be.”

Those large hands found your shoulders again, stroking and rubbing to set you at ease in his grasp.

“Strong.”

One dipped down to your waist.

“Sweet.”

The other onto your arm.

“Everything a man like me needs. You sure fill my appetite in more than one way.”

Finally, the rest on your hips, thumbing circles into the soft flesh he took purchase in there.

Ah, so this was the glutton in question.

“I’m not sure I’m following what you mean.”

Just play dumb, maybe this circle will have mercy on you.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, honey. There’s no reason to get all shy on me; I promise I don’t bite-”

His hand slid up to your neck, resting comfortably while enveloping the entirety of it with just his palm.

“Unless you ask for it.”

The whisper in his voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen in his grasp. It was undeniable that you would never beat him, no matter what your power may be in this world. Hell, if you even had one, how certain were you that you could use it?

Your options were far and few between, but laying down and taking it like some pathetic little bitch was not going to be an option for you. Not here, not now.

The shrill sound of your own voice even hurt your own ears as you cried for help, thrashing wildly in the grip of the man.

Your cries for help should have been chosen more carefully, seeing as when your two apparent saviors sped into the room, they opted to help the man pin you down even further.

“Damn, she’s being a feisty little thing-”

“Fatgum, let go of her neck! You’re gonna hurt her.”

“S-Should we really be doing this?”

And so you were left bound against the top of the desk, shrouded in a swarth of tentacles pinning your legs open and your hands above your head.

“Thank you, boys. Didn’t realize she would cause such a stir.”

So Fatgum was his name, or so it appeared to be an alias of some sorts.

“Fatgum, please-”

His smile was sickeningly sweet as he towered over you.

“Awe, no need for formalities with me, sugar plum. Just call me Tai, yeah?”

The two other men stood beside you, watching their boss closely as he dealt with you.

“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”

Damn that cursed man for sending you down here in that goddamn elevator. This journey alone made it nearly impossible to keep this strength to see your mother again alive.

“Tai, please. I don’t-” His hearty laugh cut you off. “Begging already, sugar? By the fight you put up, I’d almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I don’t!” You protested, squirming in your slimy bonds before they tightened uncomfortably around you.

“Don’t yell at him like that. It's unbecoming of you.”

The raven-haired man snapped at you, looking down with a blush seared across his face and up to his ears.

“Relax, Tamaki. She just needs a reminder of who she belongs, ain’t that right? But, he’s right, I can't have you mouthing off like that, now can I?”

Slipping his black mask off his eyes, Tai fastened it around your mouth and head, loosely gagging you.

“Yeah, you belong to us!”

It was the redhead’s turn to pipe up before Tai shushed the pair of men.

“Now, now, I know you’re fond of our sweet little sidekick here, but this?”

He clapped a hand over still clothed pussy, rubbing gently.

“This here is mine; you boys can’t have this. But you’re more than welcome to stay and watch as I indulge myself.”

You whined into the gag, looking at him with teary eyes as he ripped a hole in your bottoms and panties.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears, honeybun. You're safe with me, okay? I’m gonna take such good care of my little sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing.”

His large fingers stroked over your clit slowly and tenderly, kissing your salty tears away as he shushed you with praise and loving words. Thumbing your clit, he pushed his middle fingers into you at a slow pace, grinning softly when you bit back a moan.

“Come on now, girl. We wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel, ain’t that right, boys?”

Their collective groans of pleasure gave you all the response you needed; those sick fucks were getting off on you being harassed by your boss.

His finger sped up in pace, making you squeal once he curled his finger in an upwards motion. “Can’t wait to hear what you’ll sound like on my cock, sweet girl. Gonna sing us a nice song?”

Another finger slipped in as his free hand pawed at your tits, fondling and groping as he finger fucked you a new sense of vigor.

“As much as I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, I’m just itching to get inside you and feel that pretty cunt around me. You understand, don’t you? I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

His lips continued to litter your skin in kisses to your face, licking at the tears that fell from your eyes when he added a third finger into your tight, wet hole.

“Mhm, you won’t mind if I have a taste, do ya?”

You could only whine in response.

“Of course you don’t, my good girl never says no to me.”

A hot mouth sealed itself around your clit as three fingers pumped in and out of you steadily, hitting all the right spots repeatedly. You squealed and shook in your binds, feeling your orgasm approaching hard and fast with the aid of his tongue lapping and suckling at you.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

That was all you needed to feel yourself reach that blinding peak, sobbing and writhing as he rode out your ecstasy. His tongue continued to work at you far after you were finished, overestimating you without a care in the world. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he just pulled your body closer to his face.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll stop when I’m finished with my meal, y’understand? This is my pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

Leaving you twitching and sobbing, Tai finally pulled away and stood up, pulling his cock out and stroking it above you.

“Can’t wait to breed my pussy. Gonna make you my cute little cream puff.”

Both of his massive hands circled around you waist, pulling you flush against him as he sank all the way into your tight heat. The stretch of his girth was quite nearly unbearable as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, rubbing the small bulge in your belly with fondness while peering down at you.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so good for me. Yer takin’ me so well.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slowly pulled out, leaving your legs twitching wildly when his thumb found its way back to your clit before he sank back in all the way. You could snark about how courteous it was of him to allow you to adjust, but the thread of consciousness was hard to grasp onto as he completely dominated your mind with numbing pleasure.

“You were made to take my cock, sweet thing. Let me give you a treat for bein’ so obedient for me.”

His praise went straight to your gut, as much as you hated to admit it, leaving you feeling pliable and soft under his demanding touch. Those hands around your waist pulled at your body, bringing you back and forth on his cock like you were a goddamn fleshlight.

“Ah, ” he grunted. “I don't think I can hold back much longer; you’ll let me be selfish, won’t ya?”

With that, all sense of tenderness and gentleness was thrown out the window as he picked you up from the desk, holding you against his chest as he jackhammered into you with an impossible pace of his hips.

“Shit! Squeezing me so tight, bein’ such a good little fucktoy for me.”

The sounds of skin slapping and the collective sounds of pleasure rang heavy in the room as he used and abused your throbbing pussy, feeling his grip on you tighten when he was reaching his own high.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna stuff my pussy nice and full!”

The bulge on your stomach grew even more as he came, stuffing you to the hilt with his cum and his cock. Ropes of it leaked out of your hole, even as he stayed inside you, panting and kissing at your sweaty forehead.

“Gave ‘em a good show, didn’t we, sweetheart? Say thank you, boys.”

Their thanks were mumbled out as they too had exhausted themselves just from the display of your pleasure. Tamaki’s tentacles retracted themselves from you, allowing you to stretch and return feeling to your arms and legs.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart. We’re - hey, are you with me? I’m gonna clean you up and take you back home with me, okay? No more hero nonsense for you, ya hear me? All you need to do from now on is stay home and keep that pussy warm for me.”

Like hell you were going to stay for another damned second in this realm, not after being violated so horrifically.

“O-Okay.”

Play it cool, play it cool.

“Let me go to the bathroom, then.” You swallowed, hoping to fool the men. “A-And I’ll get my change of clothes and we can go home.”

You didn’t wait for a response, hobbling out of the office before making a break down the hall for the elevator. Their shouts echoed off the hallway walls as you ran with all your strength left back into the safety of the elevator, leaving them running after you before the door shut on them.

“Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.”

— tagging: @sightoru @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @whumperooni @viixens @lunar-nebula @trafalgar-temptress

[aetheternity]

When their meeting is about to start but they can't get their erection to go away.

Sprays the minors be gone spray

Warning: (Fem reader) In this scenario you have been in a sexual on again off again relationship with these guys individually. You're not dating them. The guys have all tried masturbation before coming to you. Also mommy kink for everyone except Levi.

Armin

Poor thing has been hard since he woke up which was about four hours ago.

He runs into your room almost slamming open the door.

"Mommy, please.. I can't make it go away."

He almost cries when he slips inside. The pain in his balls eased a bit as he wraps his fingers in the blankets.

Mouth open as he lets every noise out unabashedly.

He can't even begin to be ashamed of his noises when your wet cunt continually sucks him in.

"You're so hard baby." You moan as you tug him in close, running your hands over his undercut and through his hair. "What were you thinking about?"

"I wasn't being bad mommy, I promise.. I-I just-" He gasps as he sheaths himself all the way inside. Barely pulling out for each thrust.

Pretty blue eyes rolling towards the sky.

"Hmm?"

"I woke up hard and.. I tried to go back to sleep but it got so painful.."

You kiss his pretty red lips coaxing them out from where he's biting them.

Your legs stay spread for every rough pound of his hips. His cock pressed impossibly deep.

"I need you." He whines "I need you so much."

The ache inside him slowly being released.

"You're gonna make me cum.." He whimpers

You cover his mouth with your hand. His face impossibly red as his eyes finally flutter open.

Blue doe eyes filled with tears that quickly begin to trickle down his cheeks.

"Finish baby. You're such a good boy. Don't moan too loud ok? Let it stay our secret."

When he cums inside you his hips stutter and his screams are covered by your hands.

"That's it, good job baby." You moan back arched for him.

When you release him he inhales sharply letting out one last gasp as he fills you up.

"Mommy there's so much.." He heaves

"Hurry and get to your meeting ok?"

"Ok. I'll be back later to properly thank you." He says tongue curving over his lips.

He takes one more second to stare at his cum where it's flowing down to your ass and he almost gets hard again.

Waits until there's like 10 minutes left before the meeting starts.

Eren

Partially because he thought he could manage to get rid of it before then and partially because he was worried you wouldn't be up this early.

He just kinda awkwardly shuffles around until you notice the very obvious bulge in his pants.

When he does finally go to you he's glad to see you awake.

"I.. it won't fuck off." He grunts

The second you wrap your hands around his cock he lets out the deepest groan throwing his head back. And when it slides inside..

His soul almost escapes him.

"Mommy.." He grunts

You need a couple seconds to adjust even though it hasn't been that long since he last fucked you.

When he finally gets going he's so rough but slow as if he doesn't have a meeting to get to.

His hips pressed right up against your inner thighs and pelvis.

"Baby speed up." You gasp softly "You need to cum so you can get to that meeting."

"I know.. but fuuucckk."

He's absolutely losing his mind.

He's got the bed slamming into the wall, hands making permanent marks where they're squeezing around your waist.

Starts fucking your tight cunt a little harder when you start to sound breathless.

At some point he's pushing both your knees forward into the pillows using that leverage to fuck you so deep you can barely breathe.

He growls into every kiss he plants on your lips.

His cock pounding your g-spot so roughly you've started crying.

Starts to shake when he gets close.

His hands slipping from the backs of your knees to right next to your head.

"God.. fuck!" He huffs, cum painting your insides. "Shit.." He groans in your ear.

You can't even speak too focused on trying to catch your breath.

Veins dark where they show up in his knuckles.

Mouth hung agape as he pulls his now limp cock out.

Gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves.

"Thank you mommy." He smirks at your blissful expression.

Jean

"Help me? Please?"

Doesn't wait as long as Eren and Armin.

Probably around 15 minutes of stroking himself to zero effect before he's coming to you.

"What's the magic word, love?"

"..Mommy."

Has your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock mixing your insides and you can't help but let every sinful noise spill from your throat as he does.

Simultaneously kissing you and playing with your nipples

He's fucking you like you're his girlfriend and he doesn't have a meeting to go to.

"Jean, baby.. you gotta hurry."

Even you don't want him to hurry. Or stop.

"I promise I'll get to my meeting on time I just wanna spend as much time as I can here with you mommy."

Rubs your cheek in circular motions with his thumb when you sob over his pace.

Spreads his legs and presses as deep as he can with a hand on your stomach until you're whimpering on every thrust.

"You feel so fucking good mommy. So good, please keep squeezing my cock."

Till you're cumming around his cock.

Has you moaning his name and arching your back.

Only then does he actually speed up and give in to his need to cum.

Deep moans of mommy falling off his lips onto yours.

Every bit of your pussy full of him till his name is the only word you remember.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders. Keeping himself deep as he empties every drop of his load inside.

He stays in you for almost too long just giving you kisses all over your face and hands.

Whines your name in between little mentions of gratitude

Honestly you're a little sad to see him go.

Finally pulls out and gets dressed.

Connie

"I kept thinking about the mission tomorrow and that kept me up most of the night. Then I started thinking about you and that kept me hard the other half." He laughs

Abuses the fact that he can ask you for sex and you'll almost always say yes.

But it's more because it's you than because he's constantly after sexual pleasure.

Just a little. 🤏

You know because the first time you let him hit was surprising but the 45th time he's still in shock but he's adoring every second he gets to climb in your bed and touch every bit of your skin.

Bites his lip a little when he slips in balls deep.

Only because he loves the fact that it's you more than the fact that he can get off with someone.

As soon as it hits morning and he knows you're awake he's pulling himself out of bed.

"Shit.. mommy this is what I needed." His eyes roll back as he penetrates you from below.

Cock twitching inside with every thrust.

Somehow still manages to smirk and flirt with you while groaning in between each word.

"Mommy, you never deny me.. might as well tell me you're in love with me."

You snort, "Cum already so you can go to your meeting."

"I'll cum when you tell me you love me."

He tries he really does but he's getting so close and the way you're squeezing his cock just isn't fair.

Profanity flying from his lips when you slam your hips down using your knees as leverage.

"God mommy please.." He begs reaching out for your waist.

He lifts himself up latching his tongue to one nipple while his free hand is cupping your breast.

Groans low in his throat when he cums. His eyes fluttering shut

Whispers of fuck and goddammit cresting off his lips.

His cock twitching against your walls. The feeling making you bite your lip.

"You take such good care of me mommy." He cooes

He leans into your ear, "What if I just stayed here and fucked you all day?"

"Go to your meeting!" You huff, getting off of him.

He finally leaves when you give him a silent glare.

Levi

Walks into your bedroom without so much as a knock and locks the door.

He waits it out for almost 3 hours before finally going to you with all his pent up frustration.

He wants it to go away on its own so bad.

"What's up with you this morning?" You laugh as he tosses your panties aside haphazardly.

He doesn't need to answer his dick print speaks for itself.

Thrusts all the way inside with no warning.

Like Eren he has your feet in the air, knees pressed into the sheets.

You wanna tease him so bad for being this hard and a little loud this early in the morning but his cock feels like it's in your stomach.

You can only keep your head back, noises spilling off your lips with every thrust.

Eyes coasting north when he slams into your sweet spots.

Keeps fucking into you like you're his little toy. Simultaneously rough and gentle.

Angles his hips in a specific way to hear you scream and then mutters for you to be quiet.

Groans when your nails dig into his back.

Eventually he lets your legs go, allowing them to wrap around his waist as he finally picks a pace.

His thrusts so hard you can hear small clatters from the wood under the mattress hitting the floor.

And you're clenching around him so tight.

Screaming his name along with every curse word known to man.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he fills your tight pussy with every bit of pent up frustration he possesses in all 160 cm of himself.

And surprisingly it's a lot.

And finally he's letting you go with a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Good girl." He whispers, thumb coaxing strands of your hair off your cheeks.

Meanwhile your heart beat is slamming against your rib cage so loud you're sure you'll bust.

You probably have shit to do today too but after that you just wanna go back to sleep.

[beomglocks]

happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

[chil2de]

Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”