#desperately trying not to cry lmao i'm so pathetic

[baelavelaryon]

got reminded of something that really upset me ten years ago

[cordeliawhohung]

Core... I am in desperate need for more ps! Gaz with a mommy kink. It's my religion. The worms eating away at my soul. My brainrot.

You're the best writer for Gaz that I know. Pretty pretty please with worms and dirt on top. ✨

[wrote this at lunch this is... not proofread lmao]

hmmm now i'm thinking about ps!gaz being absolutely pathetic. maybe he was overly teasing in a previous shoot towards you. edging you for much longer than was kind. he had you a sopping wet, crying mess after thirty minutes of pure torture before properly fucking you like you had been begging him to.

but now? when the director scripts it so that you're in charge? oh, he's in for it big time.

he's sitting in a chair with his hands gripping the arm rests. he's got free movement of his limbs, but you've given him the order to keep his hands there. if he moves them to try to touch you, to touch himself, to do anything other than what you've told him to, you'll stop. you'll stop that delicious, yet painfully languid movement of your hand rubbing at his cock until he behaves. it's cute how he whimpers from the stimulation, how his legs twitch when you thumb over that little slit along his tip. every now and then, you'll grace him with the feeling of your lips around him, but it's only enough to keep things wet. you're supposed to be taking care of him, aren't you? can't have the poor man chafing.

and you're mean about it. kissing him on the lips while you mutter about how good he's being, your good boy. you'll nip at his throat to make him jump and giggle when he gives you that look. like you're pushing your luck, as if he's not the one sitting in the chair getting edged.

you keep whispering to him that you'll let him come, he's just gotta say those magic words. and he mutters it, over and over again. please, please doll, fuck, don't stop, wa- wait, please baby, please but it's not enough. and he knows that's not what you're looking for, but he doesn't want to say it. doesn't want to give you that satisfaction. or maybe, he's just concerned about how much he likes it.

it's only when his legs are twitching with every little twist of your wrist and his chest heaves with every breath that he finally caves. finally babbles and mutters please... please mommy, i'm sorry, please just- fuck please, just like that, thank you, thank you mommy...

you give him the release that you've been expertly building up inside of him, and he groans into your mouth as hot cum shoots from his tip, soiling your hand and his sweaty stomach. you bring him down slowly before grinning at him and licking your fingers clean before you lick the rest of him clean. hot, wet tongue gliding over his stomach, then along his cock until the entire thing is in your mouth. he jolts as you swallow him whole, the head of his cock budding against the back of your mouth, and you chuckle before leaning back to look at the mess of him. the sweat and spit that coats his body. the dilated blackness that swallows his eyes so complete you can hardly make out that beautiful, brown color you adore.

you allow him to remove his hands from the chair after that, and you sit in his lap while he rests his head against your chest. you run your fingers along the nape of his neck and across his shoulders as his breathing slows, all while whispering to him what a good boy he was for you.

[hiskillingjar]

What kind of reactions do you think Btd characters might have to a period, crying Mc who is writhing in pain?

Today I got my period unprepared and without pills and pads I suffered indescribable pain for a long hour… (Man I don't want to go through this again 😢)

and it made me think about it. Would they be surprisingly kind and help, or would they take advantage of it for their own benefit?

urghhh i hate being unprepared for my period, i'm so sorry to hear that :( hope this cheers you up!

ren 🦊

ren would definitely panic if he found you in a lot of pain

he'd ask a lot of questions to try to understand what was up before you just told him you were on your period

"oh...OH! okay! okayokay, i'll go get you what you need! do you want pads, tampons, painkillers...um, something else?"

he'd be a good boyfriend for like ten minutes and get you everything you need and then some

any sorts of pads or tampons, chocolate, your favourite food, a heat pad, all sorts. he'd be very well stocked so you weren't caught off guard again

as soon as you were slightly more comfortable, though, he'd be hovering at your side like "so...um...i've heard some things are really good to settle period pain...heh..."

he was horny the second you told him lol

he'd be DESPERATE to fuck you and, especially, to eat you out while you were on your period

he'd bug you every single day, just full on pathetic begging

"please please please please can i eat you out please it'll make you feel better pleaseeeeeee"

and of course he'd asking to be nice. if you said no, he'd just do it anyway...and spill a little more blood if he needed to

he's a fox. what do you expect <3

(i've also written this (for fox) if you wanna see it in action lol)

lawrence 🥀

law would probably be pretty shocked too

like they come back from work and you're hunched up on their bed moaning in pain. it's not like you can get out to sort out the issue yourself after all :(

you tell them and they get sort of flustered

"um...alright, i guess i'll get something for you. what do you need?"

if you give them a list, they'll do what they can. but they need a list. they would NOT know what to get otherwise

they'd also be pretty nice about it though

maybe run you a bath and make a batch of tea to settle your stomach. it would work a little too well lol

they wouldn't be too desperate to fuck you (they never really are lol) but if you asked, they might do it in the shower or something

they rent the place and don't want to do more laundry than they need to

strade 🔨

*knowing look*

what do you expect from strade, the sole boyfriend who's exclusively horny for violence?

yeah he'd be all over you the second he figured it out lmao

your discomfort and pain is like. His Thing so he would not care at all about you bleeding

he might even like that a little more, and the opportunity to make fun of you as you bled all over his lap and stained his trousers and thighs, and see you even more uncomfortable and put off by how much he wants you

"aw look at you, you're so embarrassed! why, you're never usually this flushed when you're bleeding for me <3"

i read a fanfic once where strade ate the mc out while they were on their period and like. pulled their tampon out lmaoooo he'd totally do that too xux

lay you down in the basement, or even soak his bed sheets, and take you even when you tried to shy away or pull back

that's more in just taking advantage of you when you're in pain

barring the horny stuff, strade kind of doesn't care about getting you tampons or pads or anything. ask him and he'll do it

that doesn't mean he wouldn't tease you a little first cus he totally would

that's just cus he likes to see you squirm though :)

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

Memorized

Spencer wants to test your memory, and to do so he gets a little creative

Warnings: smut, mild impact play, d/s dynamics, pet names, teeny bit of a praise kink, unprotected sex

Totally didn’t write this bc I was stressed about an audition lmao

"Recite it to me." Spencer growls in my ear.

"What?" I gasp as another thrust of his hips threatens to knock the air out of my lungs. He grits his teeth as his fingers dig into my hips.

"The monologue. Recite it." A moan bubbles in my chest as he changes his angle.

"You want me to recite my audition material while you're fucking me?" A sharp smack to my cheek has me gasping, the tingling pain only adding to the pleasure as his hand wraps around my throat.

"Language. And yes, I want to hear you try to remember Shakespeare while I'm fucking you stupid." Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it is. His pace picks up, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in my ears as my fuzzy brain tries to recall the words.

"I can't remember how it starts." I whine, arching my back to take him deeper.

"'Say that-'" He starts, but I cut him off, the words tumbling from my lips.

"Say that upon the altar of her beauty

You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart." His lips attach to my neck, scorching hot and insistent. I suck air in, trying to pull my brain back to functionality.

"Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears

Moist it again, and frame some feeling line

That may discover such integrity." I cry out as his lips, which have been trailing slowly downwards, find the peak of my breast and wrap around my hardened nipple.

"Keep going." He orders, barely lifting his lips from my flesh as I squirm under him.

"For Orpheus lute was strung with poets sinews," I obey as the commanding tone sends fresh waves of liquid heat through my core, "whose golden touch could soften steel and stones

Make tigers tame and huge leviathans

Forsake unsounded depths and dance on sands." An airy, floaty feeling expands in my chest at the sensation of his teeth grazing my skin.

"After your dire-lamenting elegies,

Visit by night your lady's chamber-window

With some sweet concert; to their instruments

Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence

Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance." My legs begin to shake as he fucks me open, my hands clutching desperately at his curls.

"This, or else nothing, will inherit her." Spencer lets my breast fall from his mouth with a pop, moving instead to press a scorching kiss to my lips.

"Good girl," he murmurs, my chest swelling with the praise, "do you want to cum now?"

"Oh, god Spencer, yes, please please please can I cum?" My cries are whimpering and pathetic but I don't care, too blissed out at the sensation of his cock splitting me open to worry about that.

"Okay, go on, cum for me sweetheart." The wave rises and breaks, washing me in bright, rosy pleasure. Spencer groans as I shudder and clench around him, following me quickly over the edge. I whimper as I feel his cock twitch inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky seed. My whole body feels warm and pleasantly heavy, the throbbing heat in my core mellowing into a soft, hazy glow. Spencer’s kisses turn sweet and slow, trailing up and down my neck and across my jaw, the shadow of stubble on his lip tickling as it brushes over my skin.

“See? I told you you had it memorized.”

*please like and reblog!*

[queenofmistresses]

can you do headcannons of blitz and a reader who has c-ptsd? like him accidentally triggering them, and then the reader tells him (or not) about what happened, then him trying his best to comfort whenever another trigger happens or sees them in distress? or smth like that (i have c-ptsd and it’s been a rough week lmao)

a/n Hey lovely! hope that this is good!! sorry you've had a tough week babes, and I hope that this makes it feel a little better!! I used my experience with c-ptsd and how easy it is to get triggered and spiral from the slightest change in other peoples behaviours so I hope it resonates with you... or I hope it doesn't because it's not nice... you know what i mean...

He doesn't even have a fucking client to kill for and he's still at work. I've asked Loona and she said that they haven't had a new client all week. Jesus if he didn't want to spend time with me he should have just said so, I can take it! But why doesn't he? He normally seems to like it. Did I do something? Okay calm down. There's no reason to panic right?! Let's just... make him some lunch and take it in for him and I'm sure he'll explain everything then and it'll be fine!

I desperately try to keep telling myself it'll be fine as I walk into IMP with 2 packed lunches in hand. I drop one of them off on Loona's desk where she's on her phone and she looks up and gives me a small smile, thanking me before she looks back at her phone. Okay so nothing weird there, Loona would know if something was wrong so everything must be fine right?

I lightly tap on the door with a warning and let myself in, trying to smile brightly and walk to the desk. He doesn't even glance up at me. "H-hey Blitzø, I brought lunch!" I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, which isn't much. He makes a slight grunting noise in acknowledgement and doesn't stop working.

Oh god. I've messed it all up. I don't know what I did but I must have done something. I feel tears filling my eyes as I stand over his desk. Shit. I quickly rush out of the room, shutting the door gently behind me and avoiding making eye contact with Loona as I sniff and wipe my eyes. I feel Loona look at me but I practically run out of the room and the building, heading straight home.

By the time I get there I can barely breathe and I'm heaving in the smallest amounts in the hopes of getting something in. My eyes search the room and I find the smallest corner that I could fit myself into a rush towards it, squeezing myself in and bringing my knees up to bury myself into them.

Now the tears are streaming down my face faster than I can breathe and I want to die and I can't breathe and why can't I fucking breathe? I've started to feel light headed and I don't know how long I've been sat here for but I know that I'm taking up too much space and I need to shrink. My arms tighten around my knees and I pull myself into an impossibly smaller ball and fucking hell it isn't enough. I barely know where I am. Am I 5 years old hiding in my room after being shouted at? Am I 9 years old crying because everyone in my house keeps ignoring me and why does no one ever want me around? Am I 21 with my boyfriend telling me just how stupid and pathetic I am? Am I 23 with my next boyfriend telling me that I'm making shit up just to make myself the victim? I don't know. I can't tell anymore. It's like every moment of my life is happening at once and at the same time my mind is empty and numb and hollow.

Somewhere in the distance I hear a door open but I can't register it over the fog of my mind and the ringing in my ears. Hands touch me and I flinch, pulling away hard. It must just be another part of my mind. But then, I don't know when anyone's touch has felt so gentle. I can hear them talking. Some part of me feels safe at the sound of their voice, and while my head is screaming at me to run and hide, I try to focus on their voice, on what they're saying. To focus on where they're touching me.

The tears slow and I can breathe again and I realise where I am. And more specifically who is holding me so sweetly. I feel his tail wrapped tight around one of my legs, and his arms holding me against his chest. When did he start holding me like this? I didn't even feel him move me around.

“Shh shh it’s okay, it’s just me.” I hear him whisper among a series of sweet sentiments as he tries to reassure me. I look up at him, barely registering how awful I must look, and meet his eyes. He looks so scared, but at the same time I’ve never seen him this soft. “Here there, you’re back!” His voice has turned nervous now as he looks away and scratches the back of his head.

“I- um-” I sniff, "Oh god Blitz you must think I'm so fucking pathetic I'm so fucking sorry." The fear starts to set in again, knowing how this goes every single time. Why was he even here? But now he just looks confused.

"Sorry?! Why are you sorry?? I mean I don't really fucking understand what's going on but I don't think you're pathetic babe. Know who's pathetic? Moxxie. And you are no Moxxie." He looks both serious and distracted at the same time, clearly thinking about Mox for a moment before bringing his attention back to me. “W-what is going on?” He stumbles on his words as he asks and even though it terrifies me to bare my soul to him, I can see the concern on his face and I can’t keep it in.

Next thing I know I’m talking way more than I had planned. Spilling my entire life to him. And he listens. Somehow he doesn’t even interrupt, and Blitzø is the king of interrupting. But he stays quiet, and I can see that he’s absorbing every word.

He holds me for the rest of the night, reassuring me that he’s not going anywhere, apologising for brushing me off and explaining he was trying to come up with an idea for advertisement of the business. I feel exhausted after my breakdown but I force my eyes to stay open as long as possible until I fall asleep, comfortably surrounded by his entire body.

[candiid-caniine]

Bug, I need advice

I want to ask my master to start using it pronouns for me (not for gender reasons- I'm staunchly they/them- but BC I'm pathetic and don't deserve anything else). I want to show him that I'm nothing more than his pathetic toy.

...but I don't want to just ask him. That would be too easy- to put it into conversation like I'm a person. I don't deserve that.

So what can I do to ask him? What show should I put on to make him stop respecting me? I want to be degraded and sobbing and a desperate leaky mess for him when I ask but I can't think of anything 😭

Assume nothing is off the table. Edging covered in drool, licking the toilet, anything.

Help,,

Thank you bug. Us leaky cunts gotta stick together.

arf this is a tough one!! obviously you know your master, but just in case it hasn't come to mind, remember that for some people this may feel like misgendering or orientation play, so it's always best to gauge your partner's limits first. (this warning isn't necessarily for you, bc i trust that this is a committed relationship w good communication, but for anyone else interested in something like this!)

here's what i would do. think of the thing that makes you cry. humiliation? pain? edging? whatever it is, think about that. for me, it's easier if i'm put into subspace slowly before whatever makes me cry is starting; i'm more open and emotional that way.

ask your master to plan a scene for you. you're basically asking him to break you, possibly in a way he never has before, so please please take advantage of his care for you--make sure you'll have ample time and supplies for any aftercare you might need; this is gonna be a tough scene, a show of devotion and ownership that is going to be intense. tell him that at some point during this scene, you're going to give him a gift somehow.

what i would do if i was doing this (pls bear in mind im a dumb fuck): i'd write it down. maybe on a piece of paper. maybe on a dog tag to attach to my collar. or go fucking crazy and have a plaque made, or a custom paddle, or cross-stitch some shit...make it unique, but tangible. here are some ideas for how i would say it:

pathetic toys don't deserve pronouns (and on the back it says "it/its")

congrats! it's an it! (im trying to riff on cringey cishet 'gender reveals' but idk if its working lmaooo)

fleshlights don't have pronouns (this prob only works if ur a bottom and he's a top so disregard if needed lmao)

dildos don't have pronouns (if ur the top and he's the bottom)

certified object (TM) (and on the back it says "it/its")

sex toy (and on the back it says "it/its")

if i was a toy 👀and u were a real person 👀would u respect me 👀or nah? (check yes or nah) and if u checked nah 👀would u maybe 👉🏽👈🏽 call me it/its? 👀 haha jk,, unless....?

omg or,, one of those like fake certificates? or a deed of property?

Here on this 14th of February, 2024, by Notarized Declaration, has been bequeathed to You, the Undersigned, a certification: that [sub's name] has been deemed a Material Object, pursuant to Code 98.706 of the Consensual Dehumanization Act, and shall hereby be referred to by "it/its" pronouns throughout any Proceedings of Consensual Power Exchange (PCPA). (Initial)___ I, the Undersigned, hereby agree to this Declaration and the Conditions elaborated herein...

did yall think i was joking about being a clownpuppy

anyway. whenever you've figured that shit out, be it a plaque, a fake contract, a dog tag, whatever the fuck, hide that shit. whatever your master has planned for the evening, incorporate it.

is he gonna tie you up and put you in a suspension rig and pretend he's livestreaming you? hide that shit in his ropes.

is he gonna make you hump his shoe and bark? hide it in ur mouth and drool it out onto his thigh.

is he gonna edge you and call you names until you cry? fam, put that shit in your holes. that is the ultimate objectification (to me): be the vase you hide your v-day roses in.

so that's my advice, basically. if you don't want to ask outright like a person, then symbolize it in your play. it's still communication, which is vital for a scene that's gonna be as intense as you want it to be, but it also fits the theme of what you're trying to tell him. come up with a basic plan for the night, then place your declaration somewhere accessible either by you or him when you hit the point in the night that you want to reveal it.

i'm so excited for you. idk if i really helped, this is just *my* style of play (read: stupidtown to the max), but regardless i'd love to hear how it goes, whatever you end up deciding!

[thebloomonster]

The world we knew..

Warning: my writing, the plot and angst LMAO

Wednesday Addams x reader (past), Wednesday Addams x enid Sinclair (present but barely mentioned)

A/n: just wanted to indulge myself in self made angst because I somehow got inspired by the song, I've never written something seriously and posted it soo..🥴 I apologize for the writing to anyone who sees this LMAO, but anyways enjoy!

Word count: 795

Over and over I keep going over the world we knew..

Once when you walked beside me..

The radio plays at the most perfect time. I watch Wednesday walk beside enid, hand in hand, a subtle yet genuine smile displayed on the goths lips as she looks at enid, although subtle I know that smile, I've memorized it, I've painted it. she's happy, she's in love.

god.. why did this happen, I'm supposed to be in her place. A thought comes to my mind, a very selfish one. I clutch the cup of coffee in my hand as bitter tears start to form in my eyes, I quickly wipe them away before they even stream down my face. I'm hurting oh so much, but I can't seem to look away from them,

that inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew

when we two were in love

She's so beautiful, her smile, that sweet smile of hers, I thought she would only smile at me that way..

I let out a shaky sigh, I take a sip of my coffee

and every bright neon sign turned into stars..

and the sun and the moon seemed to be ours

I couldn't help but reminisce about our days, our moments, the firsts that she's given me and the firsts that I've given her. it was oh so sweet, so memorable when she said yes, when she kissed me.

Everything was sweet, gentle, perfect. we took our time, she understood me and I understood her. we were so happy. we had dreams, plans for our future.

each road that we took turned into gold

I thought we were perfect, we helped each other through tough times, although at first she didn't let herself be vulnerable with me, she even pushed me away so many times but I wanted to be patient,

I wanted her to understand that I'm there, well, was, I didn't wanna leave until we really tried, eventually she let herself, she trusted me, she loved me, I love her. I don't know what changed. Just because of rumours and a photoshopped picture of me and a random stranger I talked to, all of, us crumbled. I thought she wouldn't be fooled by those, maybe she didn't trust me as much as I thought.

I tried to convince her that all of the things that I was accused of were fake, I tried so much I even begged her to believe me. Days, weeks of trying to convince her went to nothing, I love her so so much it's painful. I knew she knew that but I don't know why she didn't believe me

but the dream was too much, for you to hold...

I placed the cup gently down on the table, I forcefully tear my eyes off of the happy couple I then I bury my face into my hands and finally let the tears flow, I silently cry in the mostly empty cafe, there is a tinged of embarrassment in me as I cry in the public place, but I couldn't care less. I cry and cry my body shakes almost painfully,

now over and over I keep going over the world we knew..

days when you used to love me..

fuck.. I croaked out, my throat feels like it's burning, I clench my jaw hard as I hiss out a sound almost akin to a sob, I try to restrict any sob that dares to slip out of my quivering lips. Tears continue to stream down my face, but I couldn't hold back a painful sob I quickly cover my mouth and I try desperately to wipe my tears, the song currently playing seems even more depressing.

and every bright neon sign..turned into stars

and the sun and the moon seemed to be ours..

I don't try and look at where Wednesday and enid could still possibly be as I cry pathetically, facing down into the poor cafe table, the coffee that I ordered now completely forgotten.

Each road that we took, it turned into gold..

But the dream was too much for you to hold..

if anyone ever noticed me they don't try to comfort or even approach me just like the times when I cried and begged her to stay but she just looked at me, with an expression I couldn't comprehend. Did she even love me? a stupid thought comes to mind, of course she did, we were just not meant to be.

Now over and over I keep going over the world we knew..

Days when you, used to love me..

it's been two years, love, I still think of the world that we built.. do you?

Over and over I keep going over the world.. We, knew..

[finniestoncrane]

I have a mighty need of 2022 Oswald Cobblepot, so I am reaching out to my most trustworthy source of Daddy Oz content 🙏🏻

I was thinking about a shy, innocent-looking reader (I remember those headcanons of yours 👀) being dragged by her friend to Oz's club where they meet at some point, reader is confused when he talks to her and looks both ways before pointing at herself to make sure he is indeed talking to her and he eventually invites her over to his office to "have some fun" and tell her what a good girl she is 🫢 And maybe just maybe he asks for her number afterwards and she gives it to him 🥰

Thank you sm I know you won't disppoint XOXO❤️

A Glimpse

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k i am going to cry ;-; trustworthy? me? ;-; the pressure jhjahsd i might disappoint anon lmao oh god oh though my god me and my little simpleton smile and plain face and stupid round head are quaking in our boots ;-; god i want him to tell me i'm a good girl and then i'll add that to my c.v. thanks 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: flirting, biting, love bites, marking, shy!reader

As a hopeless romantic, you had wasted a lot of your time waiting on someone sweeping you off your feet. To the point where your friends often had a good laugh about your lack of experience, and how the experiences you had were all terrible. Pathetic men who didn’t deserve the time of day, but who managed to convince you that the affair was romantic enough that you could give yourself over to them.

And you’d been dragged to the Iceberg Lounge, an attempt by your friends to get you to give in to carnal urges instead of desperately seeking some classic novel inspired romantic relationship. Or as they had put it, “you needed to get laid.”

While they found their respective potential partners amid the myriad of strangers on the dancefloor, you leant against the bar, watching them have fun. If you were just a little bit less shy, you might have been able to push yourself into someone’s favours. But your inability to speak out, combined with your innocent face, soft cheeks and big eyes, make-up less since it was a skill you weren’t destined to master, this meant you were often left standing to the side.

Your eyes drifted to the other side of the room, searching for a blank space in the shadows to focus on, lest you make eye contact with someone and give them the wrong idea. But you were drawn to, and unintentionally settled on, a large man wearing an impeccable suit, watching over the club with a scrutinising stare. He oozed charm. And you recognised him, quickly placing him as Oswald Cobblepot, owner of the club, criminal, villain. Exactly the kind of man that would be the unlikely love interest in…No. Stop.

But you noticed he was staring back, and if you weren’t mistaken, looking you up and down. Perhaps he was acknowledging subtly that you didn’t look like you belonged. Everyone else was beautiful, glamorous, outgoing and flirty. As you wondered which of your flaws it was that set you apart though, he motioned with his hand, signalling a drink? Did you want one? You looked to your left and right before pointing at yourself, mouthing ‘me’ to just make sure, willing to embarrass yourself for clarity. He nodded slowly, starting to head towards you.

You turned around swiftly, knocking back the remainder of the drink you had ordered, trying to look at yourself inconspicuously in the mirror behind the bar, smoothing your dress at the front as you noticed he was coming up behind you. Turning, you felt your heart leap as you faced him.

“Oswald Cobblepot. And course I was talking about you, you see a nicer lookin’ dame here?”

He was so easy to talk to, completely charming, self-effacing enough that he was irresistibly endearing. Before you knew it you were two drinks down, an hour spent just talking to him. Without noticing, he had you on a stool beside him, leaning in, his hand on your knee, fingers teasing the skin as they trailed around softly.

“Listen, sweetheart. It’s too loud down here, I do my best work in a more…relaxed environment. What’s say we head up to my office?”

And you followed him. You didn’t even remember saying yes, although that was what you had intended to say. Desperately, completely, one hundred percent yes. It might not be a fairy-tale romance, but it did feel like you were being whisked away by a shining knight, but you needed to stop. This could just be a thing, a fluke, nothing might come of it, and that would be fine too.

Once in his office, you submitted to his charms again, sitting close by him on the sofa while he placed his palm on your thigh, letting it trail further up your leg before coming back down again to your knee, over and over again, inching a little bit higher each time he closed in on the hem of your dress. You were giggling more than you ever had, face blushing, subconsciously leaning forwards, into him, and exposing your cleavage, letting your fingers linger on his arm, licking your lips.

Despite the two of you being the only ones in the room, he still leant in to whisper in your ear.

“Wanna have some fun, sweetheart?”

“I’m already having fun, Mr. Cobblepot.”

“You’re easily pleased, huh?”

He let his lips find your neck, kissing deeper as you leant your head to the side, feeling hand find your hip, the other tracing the curve of your side before cupping your breast. His tongue, fast and firm, left your skin moist and tingling, teeth clenching into the skin as he sucked lightly. You knew there would be a mark, and you were excited at the prospect.

With your fingers tight on his shirt collar, you pulled him close, into you, desperate for him to take it further. And when his hands finally found their way back to your leg, you let your thighs separate slightly, indicating your willingness, your desperation for his touch. But there was a knock on his door. An interruption.

Oswald pulled back from you, an apologetic look in his eyes. You smoothed your dress and your hair, trying to cover where you thought the mark from his bite would be.

“Come in.”

“Sorry to disrupt you, Mr. Cobblepot, but there’s a uh…situation.”

“Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Standing from the sofa, he adjusted his jacket, shirt and bowtie before offering you a hand to pull you up beside him.

“I’m sorry to cut it short sweetheart, I gotta go deal with this. But there’s a notepad and pen on the desk. You be a good girl and leave your number.”

Waiting for him to leave before you moved, you headed over and put your name, number, and a small kiss on the paper before heading back down to the dancefloor, satisfied with the meet-cute, the romantic first touches, and the prospect of living out a steamy romance novel with Oswald Cobblepot.

[lovelyhan]

Don't worry lmao, I love clinginess. Why do you think Hyunjin and Cheol are the loves of my life?

I'm in a JeongShua mood so.

Jeonghan slips his fingers between your thighs but, not quite touching you the way you need him to. Because of course. It's Jeonghan. While Joshua opts to toy with your mouth instead. Dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. His eyes glinting when you try to take it into your mouth but, not yet.

You choke on a moan when Jeonghan finally graces your poor, neglected clit with a few, light brushes. Your hips jolting up to chase the sensation but, being met with a spank to your pussy instead. "Ah ah ah, don't be greedy," he'd chastise in your ear, allowing his fingers to collect your wetness. The spank only makes you whine more. Pathetically. Josh coos at you as he pushes two of his long, thick fingers into your mouth in time with Jeonghan finally drawing slow circles on your clit.

All your moans are muffled by Josh's fingers in your mouth. His eyes are heavy as he toys with your mouth and drool dribbles down your chin while Jeonghan's nimble fingers don't let up in the slightest. His cock, scorching and heavy against your ass, as he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

However, you should know better. They'd never let you off so easily.

Like a well-oiled machine, Josh's fingers leave your mouth just as Jeonghan's stop. A few stray tears fall down your heated face, and desperate whimpers rip from you along with jumbles of 'Josh' and 'Hannie' and 'please.'

"Poor baby," Josh pouts in faux sympathy, brushing away a few of your tears. "Do you think they've earned the right to cum, Jeonghan?"

"Hmm," the other man pretends to ponder, "No."

You could cry but, before you can even comprehend what's happening, Jeonghan's fingers toys with your soaking entrance and Josh's drift to apply pressure to the sides of your throat.

"What a shame."

(I got carried away.)

[elliebear666]

My ideal world

So... everyone has an ideal world. An ideal this or that. I'll keep mine within the realm of like... reality. I can't just... be female. I'm transgender.

But anyway...

I wish that I could have facial feminization, after my bottom surgery, that I could get my hips widened, have top surgery. And, honestly? I wish I could safely alter my voice permanently so that I could sing with a woman's voice, and not be trapped with this one.

Also um... it's funny but, winning the lottery or gaining prestige or being famous or high status doesn't matter to me. Yes, I want to be beautiful. I do. I know that's vain but... idk. I've wished to be beautiful since I was young. But now that men call me beautiful? Idk. It's hard to accept and believe tbh. I guess the extent of that would be, not perfection but... FFS. And those other things.

Also? God... I hate to admit this because it will never happen lmao but... I wish my ex would read the posts I made about who I really, truly am. What I did. How I've worked to change. How I still desperately love her. And then? (Not even a genie can make this happen) she says, "I'm sorry for everything. I wish I could take it all back." And she starts crying and I'm crying and I beg for forgiveness like a pathetic wretch. "I can't promise I won't fuck up... but I am trying so hard to be better and healthier and safer and more stable. I don't deserve anything from you. I never believed I did... but... god I wish you would give me another chance. We can take it slow, talk about boundaries and needs and wants and everything there is to talk about. We both probably have so much more self-awareness than we did." And she says like... "I don't... I want to say yes. But..." and I'm like "Then say yes! We can go to couple's therapy! We can figure it out! I am willing to make any change... do whatever it takes! I will work on growing every single day. I will support you and love you and cherish you every moment of every day. I will see your dreams come to fruition. I will fight for you. You're a hill I would die on." And she says, "Okay. Okay. Let's do it."

^ Lmao but what's funny is... if she saw that? She'd laugh at how absurd and disgusting it is given how I acted. And she'd be right. No person in their right mind would give me another chance. Even if they HAD been madly in love with me... and the thing is? She never was 😟 I threatened her boyfriend. I threatened her. I said horrible shit to her when I split on her. And she is honestly going to be happier without me in her life. And I know that. I guess that's why I'm in so much pain. Because someone else can give her what I never could.

And then? I write and write and improve until I'm able to publish. I don't need to be a New York Times best seller. But I want to publish. One day, you know? Make enough to live comfortably. Enough to feel accomplished. Proud of myself.

Also? Um... adoption. One day, maybe? With the right person. Idk if my ex was the right person. I just... I wanted to know who she really was. I don't feel like she ever let me know her, ya know? Anyway, I want... a girl. Maybe a girl and a boy. My mom is there to help me make the right choices.

I have a... normal job too. Outside of writing. Like... idk what exactly, but something I don't get depressingly bored about, you know? Or depressed about lol

I think it would be amazing to like... see more of the world with my lover. Take them to Rome and Paris, to Scotland. Make love in quaint hotels every night, passionate and loving, kissing and moaning as we feel each other and become one in that moment.

I don't need much else. I don't want much else. Just... a happy life. If I could share it with her? Even though I know that even wishful thinking of that happening is borderline delusional.

I'll never see her again.

But! This is my ideal world. But life isn't ideal. Life isn't fair or just or... any of that.

She'll never know who I am. And she'll never care. And she will grow old and grow and I'll never be a part of it, though I desperately wish I could see the person she becomes every subsequent day for the rest of our lives.

Instead... I pushed her away because I was jealous. Like a... pathetic piece of shit loser.

No apology I ever give will fix the damage I've done and I know that. But? I will still wish for it. And long to have her in my arms. Instead, she has found love in the arms of someone that deserves her. Maybe they won't be as... obsessed as I am but... I hope they love her right.

Treat her right or I swear to God I will eat your fucking heart.

[seera-li]

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina's posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕 Edit: I accidentally deleted this post and I'm gonna cry-

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy's breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha's thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

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"Mo-mommy please I can't take an-y more mmf!" Her hand had grasped the back of your head before shoving your mouth back into her breasts. The roughness and feigned carelessness sent tingles straight to your overstimulated and puffy pussy. Tears stinging at your eyes.

"Speak up baby, what was that?" You could hear the faint smugness and mocking confusion in mommy's voice as she turned up the vibrations with her phone. Your hips bucked and twitched, not sure if to move toward or away from the overwhelming sensation. Mommy's large strap pressing against your stomach.

You tried to answer but the only noises you could only make were some pathetic whimpers into mommy's chest, her moaning softly at the vibrations.

Natasha's soft hands reached down and began to expertly play with your breasts. Gentle fluttery movements at one moment, then groping and tweaking your nipple roughly in her hands. "I can feel how wet you are slut, gonna cum sweet heart?"

The warm tingling pleasure grew more as something coiled and squeezed in your tummy. Your hips with a mind of their own desperately ground down against mommy's thigh, pushing the vibrator harder against your clit and deeper inside you. Slick smearing against Natasha's creamy skin. Bright sparks burst behind your eyes as your body trembled.

Mommy's touch shoved you harshly over the edge. Sobbing as overwhelming pleasure swamped you, your pussy spilling cum and squirting all over Mommy's thigh. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks.

The incessant whirring of the vibe sent sharp overstimulated pleasure pain straight to your swollen clit as you wailed, trying to push off the toy unsuccessfully. You tried shifting your arms to remove the toy only to find them immobilised. Natasha frowned playfully and tutted, hands grasping your hips and lifting you into the air easily. Your stomach swooped with the unexpected motion.

She brought you down on her forgotten strap, the toy being forced in along with the vibrator. Mommy's cock shoved the vibe harder against your g spot, a near painful squeezing knot reappearing in your tummy.

The strap stretched you wide open, you could feel the silicon pressing firmly against your walls. Waves of pleasure tumbled and crested over your body as Natasha's hips rolled smoothly into yours. Your mouth parted as you whined noiselessly. Not so fast, we aren't done yet Kotenok."

[holy-guacamoly]

HEY OK SO IM INLOVE WITH THIS IDEAA MAYBE LIKE A TITANIC AU. Like Jean as Jack and y/n as rose? crying and throwing up it seems so cute, and maybe when it sinks jean like doesnt die. ANYWAYS TAKE UR TIME I LOVE UR PAGE

NOOOOO, I AM SCREAMING! When I was a kid I was OBSESSED with Titanic! The steamy car scene let my 12-year-old self feel things lmao This is a long-ass movie, so I decided to split it into two parts since it's simply impossible to keep things short. I hope you like it though! 🌸 Also thank you soooo much for the kind words! Stuff like this keeps me motivated.❤️ Honestly, I am fighting the urge to call this Fic "TITANic".

♡ Slow-Burn ♡ (future)Smut ♡ Fluff ♡ Slight Angst ♡

Serious Trigger-Warning, due to themes of suicide! Warnings: attempted suicide, average sexism for 1912 18+ MDNI

♡ JeanxFem!Reader - Titanic!AU ♡ Pt. 1

They say dying is peaceful. They say dying is easy. They say death is salvation.

So how come your knuckles whiten as you desperately clamp onto the railing, if this is supposed to be a gentle journey. Why was your breath growing shallow as panic rested in your lungs? Why was every cell in your body screaming for you to turn around? This wasn't as glorious as you imagined suicide to be. Ending your life wasn't like the wistful poems you have soaked in.

Something heavy seemed to be stuck in your throat as you tried to swallow. The most pathetic whine emitted from your mouth as you looked down. The roaring sea underneath was tinted in an onyx color by the moonless night. It seemed to be stretching its arms towards you, ready to swallow you whole. The scenery reminded you of all the ghost stories your nursemaid used to tell you.

Just a few minutes ago you climbed over the edge of the rear, to finally put yourself out of your misery. Tears stained your cheeks, painting a chaotic pattern on your skin. There was no point in going on since your life would end anyway as soon as you had reached the marleayn shore. "Okay, Y/N...You gonna do this," you whispered to yourself, but the trembling in your voice gave your indecisiveness away. Slowly you let the weight of your chest pull you towards the hungry waves, still holding onto the cold metal. Your movements were slow as if you tried to perform a test run. Right when your mind settled for the fall, the vibration of a voice tore the bone-chilling air apart.

"Gonna do what?"

Your nerves were already on edge so this startling noise pulled a high-pitched shriek out of you. Your breath went from shallow to erratic, when you slightly turned your head to locate the source of the commotion. "I-I'm...gonna jump!" you stated bluntly, trying desperately to sound confident. You didn't know why you explained yourself to a stranger, but right now, you were in no position to think your actions through.

Discontent bubbled up in your core as you heard a soft chuckle in response. "Well, I've been watching you for the past ten minutes. If you really wanted to end it, you would have jumped by now." Your brows knitted furiously at the bold assertion. How dared this stranger to talk to you like that? Didn't he see that you were a woman of class? Well, a woman of class standing at a railing to end herself like a lunatic, you had to admit. Maybe you didn't make the best impression at the moment.

You heard footsteps coming closer. The creaking of the wooden planks gave it away and the sudden sensation of another human's body warmth. "Miss, I don't know what you are going through, but believe me, you don't want to perish like that. The sea of Marley is pretty unforgiving during this season," the stranger continued to talk to you like you were old friends. In addition, you could make out a growing softness in his tone. Finally, a set of arms were in your field of sight. They looked slender but also muscular at the same time, as they rested casually on the railing.

"The water is freezing. Jumping from this height wouldn't kill you right away. Instead, you'll crash into the ice-cold sea, witnessing the pain of a million needles boring into your skin. And then slowly, very slowly, you will grow unable to breathe. That's not the kind of death for a lady of your class." This flagrant comment let your gaze wander over your shoulder in a hurried motion so that you were finally able to look at the brazen person next to you. Even though you despised the fact that such a rude person would be the last thing you laid eyes on.

It was a young man, presumably in his mid-twenties, with ash-blonde hair and the most radiant amber eyes you've ever seen. His hair was longer than usual for a gentleman and his skin looked sunkissed. According to his simple linen shirt and worn-out trousers, that were attached with suspenders, he must have been a third-class passenger.

"Excuse me?" you snapped. "Don't you dare to talk about which kind of death you see fit for me. No, don't you even dare to talk to me at all!" Your voice grew louder and you were afraid that someone would notice, but the roaring of the waves managed to drown your panicked screams. The man laughed again, while he combed a hand through his hair. He didn't lose his calm act and you hated him for that.

"Pardon me, Miss, it was not my intention to upset you. I just want to finish my nightly routine and go to bed. To my pitty, I can't do that unless you come back on deck," he cooed. Again a deep crater formed between your eyebrows, but this time the train of thoughts, that hit you was to blame. "Why do you care?" As you asked this question, you heard your voice crack. Even the refreshing winds couldn't keep your vision from blurring, as excruciating anxiety, pared with confusion washed over you. The cocktail of emotions you were forced to endure clouded everything around you.

Your accompaniment noticed your struggle but chose to remain composed and shrugged his shoulders. "I'd appreciate it if I don't have to jump after you. I hate cold water," he joked and gifted you a heart-warming wink. He was indeed charming. Even though it was freezing outside you felt your cheeks blushing in the loveliest shade of rosè. Embarrassment tied a knot in your stomach. You felt caught off guard.

"You wouldn't jump. You don't know me! To act such selfless would be..." You searched for the right word. "It would be insane!" The last part of the sentence ended in an exhausted whisper. No one would be stupid enough to die for another human being. You tried to look away again but the most bizarre action caught our attention. The stranger suddenly held out his calloused hand. It took you quite a while to process the movement, but in the end, it dawned on you. This passenger wanted to shake your hand.

"I am Jean Kirschtein and it is a pleasure to meet such a fine lady."

You tilted your head a little more to fully face Mr. Kirschtein and send him the most venomous glare you could muster. Was he out of his mind? What did he try to achieve? Jean must have read your frown correctly, because he hawked and explained, "Well, we aren't strangers anymore. So I am kind of obligated to save you." The absurdity of this encounter overwhelmed you. At the brink of death, this obscure person had the nerve to engage you in senseless chatter. But you had to admit that it actually kept you successfully from jumping. Oh god, you wanted to kill yourself. You almost forgot. As you drifted off to a modus operandi, you breathed, "I am Y/N. Y/N L/N." Again a soft smile tugged at Jean's lips, still hovering his hand right in front of you. "Well, Y/N L/N, how about you take my hand?"

So you did as you were told, not knowing that this simple gesture was the start of something magical.

"You draw?" you hummed in surprise and amazement, as you eyed the messy folder of papers under Jean's arms. Since he saved your life the night before, you found it appropriate to thank him with a decent amount of money. He declined politely though, stating that seeing you well and alive was reward enough. After a mild quarrel, where you tried to force him to take the banknotes, you let it be. He truly seemed to be happy that you didn't kill yourself. Still, you asked him if he would fancy taking a walk with you on this nice, sunny day. He agreed gladly this time. Everything above brought you to animated conversations and finally to your burning question. "Yeah, it's my passion. Keeps the mind off things," he answered shyly, his outgoing deminer all gone. You smiled fondly at the tall man, as you stopped. A set of other first-class guests eyed you in disgust since you interacted with a filthy commoner. But you ignored their icy stares. "Can I see? I would love to!" And how could Jean say no to such round puppy eyes? He would rip his heart out just to earn another soft smile from you. The ash-blonde coughed slightly to regain his composure and fidgeted with the leather folder in his arms. "Let's see..." he hummed deep in his thoughts while he searched through the pages. After a few seconds he exclaimed a happy "Ah, this is a nice one!" and shoved the piece of paper under your nose. You shook your head at his overly dramatic behavior but giggled. To be honest, you didn't expect much. Maybe that's why you were even more awestruck by the sight of this precious artwork. The drawing in front of your eyes could be described as nothing but perfection. Picasso, van Gogh and Monet would turn green because of jealousy. "This is amazing!" you exclaimed, a little too loud. You looked around embarrassedly, to check if anyone had noticed your outburst. When you were sure that this wasn't the case your eyes found their way back to the piece of art. Gently you traced your digits over the paper like you would be able to touch the person illustrated on it. It was a young woman, sitting on a huge armchair. She had an angel-like face and the most beautiful black hair framed it. But above all, she was split naked. Not many dared to draw something this erotic. "Really? This was a girl I met in Marley." Jean also mirrored your surprised expression, but also sounded more than proud. "I can almost feel the tension. It's just...perfect. I've never seen anything this honest," you mused. Your gaze wandered up to meet his. The most beaming smile was plastered on the male's face. "You can keep it then," Jean suggested, but you shook your head. "How about you draw me like one of your marleyan girls instead?"

You always had been a person to believe in scientific facts only. Such delusions as destiny and twin flames were something, reserved for dreamers. Already at a young age, you faced the harsh reality of a cruel word. With your father dying at a young age and now your remaining family facing bankruptcy, you had to grow up faster than anyone else. There was simply no space in your heart to embrace the wonders around you. But the final straw was pulled when your mother announced that you were forced into an arranged marriage with a rich businessman from Marley. You knew nothing about him, except that his name was Zeke Yeager.

Despite all this cruelty, strings of faith pulled you into Jean Kirschtein's arms, on this fey night. All of a sudden you dared to believe in such magical things. You even allowed yourself to dream about a life, where you would walk off this ship, with him by your side. Of course, hidden in the deep valleys of your heart, you know that this was just an illusion. You were born into a wealthy family, while he was an ordinary factory worker. Poor as anyone could be. Society didn't like the idea of marrying out of pure love, nor to put one's happiness first. The only thing important to those prude citizens was to keep up the facade of the noble. They would talk behind your back, maybe even trick Jean into something to get him behind bars. And your mother would rather see you dead than in a third-class person's arms. But still, you were here. Attached to your lover's lips, while you hid in the storage room of the ship. Only two days after you've met. This had to mean something. This couldn't be just an obscure coincidence. Knowing someone for such a short period of time and still dedicating your head to them had to be a sign of the heavens. Jean was different than anyone you've met. He had a gentle soul, the most radiant smile and a good sense of humor. The people you normally had the pleasure with, were stuck up and boring. It felt refreshing to interact with someone as bold as him. And oh, how you enjoyed the sensation of his gentle touch. Jean's hands roamed your body like you were the portrayal of a goddess. He had to worship you. Over and over again the young man whispered the sweetest nothings into your ear. Telling you how he was gonna marry you and how beautiful your children would look. He would do everything to give you the life you deserved - A life of freedom. If any other man would have whispered such surreal things to you, you would have cringed. But your lover had his way with words and you believed everything he said. "Jean," you finally sighed as you peeled away from his lips, still lingering in his embrace. "I am promised to someone, you know that. It won't be as easy." You brought your soft hand up to his face and traced your thumb over his cheekbone. "Also, we are hiding in a storage room, like criminals. A lot of things have to change before we can live our lives in peace," you added with a slight giggle at the comedic scenery. Jean moved to softly lay his hand over yours. He gave your slender fingers a loving squeeze, while he brought your wrist up to his mouth. The softest kiss let you shudder. "I know, my love, but we will make it happen," he assured you in a child-like manner, while stars of excitement danced in his sepia-colored orbs. Then he added, "And for now we can just pretend." You raised an eyebrow because you couldn't make out what he meant. To ease your confusion, Jean took your tiny hand, compared to his, and lead you through the full room. You maneuvered your bodies through diverse boxes and the most obscure objects. People brought the weirdest things with them. You saw a whole couch, a huge collection of marbles and a hunting trophy, which was a stuffed duck. After another turn at a tower of boxes, you gasped. There was a car standing. An actual car. Only the wealthiest families owned such fancy technology. "Wanna go for a ride?" Jean winked, sprinted over to the vehicle and opened the back door. "M'Lady?" he spoke in a mockingly nasal tone and bowed. As a result, you burst into laughter. Joining his theatrical act you strutted towards his form, while you swung your emerald green dress around your ankles. "Why thank you, Mr. Kirschtein," you cooed and took his offer to help you inside. Jean was quick to follow and placed his ridiculously tall body next to yours. A well-sculpted arm found its way around your shoulders.

"Where should our driver take us?" he asked with a mischievous grin, gesturing to the empty front seat a.k.a the imaginary driver. In a thinking motion, you brought your finger up to your lips and tapped them a few times. A quiet "Hm" hummed through your chest.

Finally, you turned to face him, while you grabbed his collar to almost close the space between you. Your breath mingled with his as you susurrated,

"To the stars."

[beewithknee]

"i'm done" part 2

this is a part 2 to a gavin angst fic i posted months ago ( "i'm done" ) that i just realised i never uploaded LMAO OOPS

It had been a few weeks since the argument/breakup with Gavin and he hadn't been back since. You’d rarely left the house, other than to go to D.A.M.N. you were almost afraid of running into him. But you decided to go to the shops for stuff for dinner… that's when the gods decided to hate you.

There he was.

He looked simply stunning, almost radiant. But, he was hanging off the arm of some man. Even more shockingly, he looked good. You were messy, and sad and angry while he looked like the fight had been his saving grace.

Wow.

“Hold on a minute. Need to show you something.” You could hear the incubus say. Stupidly, you followed the pair. Your actions were fueled by jealousy, you weren't thinking straight but still…

And there it was.

The sight was almost comically similar to the one you stumbled onto in 7/11. You sucked in a sharp breath, chest constricting painfully. The noise caused Gavin’s gaze to snap up to yours. Curling his lip, he muttered with venom lacing every word “Always the voyeur, huh?” You stumbled back, desperately trying to look away but it felt so good to see him. “Gavin I-. I'm sorry.” You finished pathetically. “Yeah? Well, I guess it’s too bad that I don't want your apologies now isn't it?” He cooed sarcastically, chuckling at your teary face. “Look freelancer, whatever we had, is over. Done. Finished. So how about you do what I did, go find another pet. Maybe one more suited to your relentless needs. Hmm?” The words broke you, they felt like bullets piercing your heart. You could hear your soul shattering at his vacant tone. You couldn't speak, or breath, or think, or talk.

“Run along now, pet. I told you not to come crying to me when you realise what you threw away. So fuck off.” The smile that once melted you, now felt like an ice-cold bucket of water had been dumped over you. You turned to leave, trying to hide your tears, but his voice stopped you. “Oh and do tell that lovely little Lasko that he makes waking up very enjoyable.” He laughed darkly at your heartbroken expression. This wasn't the Gavin you knew.

You had fucked up big time and now you were never getting him back.

[rxntar0]

kinks i think the haikyu!! boys would have

( timeskip seijoh edition pt2 )

you can find the first part here with oikawa, mattsun, and iwaizumi.

note: pls kunimi's was so bad i literally couldn't think of anything good for him i'm so sorry,, i'm not very proud of this one tbh, i might rewrite somethings :)) and no this isn't proofread, tf i look like proofreading something 🙄

characters: hanamaki takahiro, akira kunimi, kentarō kyōtani.

kunimi:

he doesn't really like moving much so you're on top most of the time during sex

but i do feel like he has a cockwarming kink lmao.

it doesn't use up any of his energy, and it feels good so its a win win.

ugh he loves the way you clench desperately around him though, thirsty for some sort of friction.

he's honestly so nonchalant about it too like, you'll just be laying in bed together and he'll big spoon you and be like, "can put it in?" HE ACTS SO CASUAL ABOUT IT PLEASE.

+

kunimi's hard cock slipped right past your walls, you clenched around his length pathetically while trying to bounce on his lap, desperate for friction.

kunimi grounded your hips and blinked lazily at you. "stay still love, you feel so good like this." he murmured before planting a sloppy kiss on your neck. you whined into his ear, "want you t-to fuck me!"

he sighed at the tone in your voice, fighting back a groan, "if you be a good girl and stay still i will, hm?" he hummed, placing his hands on your ass as he revert his attention back to the tv.

hanamaki:

ANAL PLAY 😀. pure ass eating.

when your boyfriend walked up to you and asked if he could eat your ass, your brain fucking short circuited.

you had to do a double take like, "yeah sure.... WAIT HUH-"

but when you finally decided to try it out in bed it felt like heaven, his tounge swirling around your sensitive rosebud drove you insane.

and he enjoys it too so it's a win win.

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you inhaled sharply and buried your face into the sheets as hanamaki's tounge circled your tight hole, he occasionally pushed his tounge through, which caused you to arch your back and clamp around it.

"makki! feels so good, don't stop!" you whined as he pulled away, to place a firm slap on your ass. "you taste so fuckin' good princess, i'm not done don't worry." he grinned before spreading your ass cheeks to let his saliva drip down onto the soaked hole.

he glided his thumb over your puffy rosebud, sending shivers down your spine as he continued eating your ass. you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel absolutely fucking amazing.

kyōtani:

omfg, bdsm, rough sex, choking, daddy kinks, degradation. this man loves being in control.

he wants to fuck you until you're in actual pain and can't take it anymore.

his sadist side just gets a kick out of it. i also feel like he has dacryphilia- so you crying just riles him up more.

he genuinely thinks you look fucking beautiful, a sloppy mess underneath him while he pounds his cock into you, but he'd rather degrade you than praise you 🤷‍♀️

and he loves the way you grip his wrist while he squeezes either sides of your neck. i will take no criticism.

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kyōtani grunted with every thrust inside of you. your insides were on fire and you were begging him to slow down but of course he wasn't going to. you've came about three times now and felt numb. but it isn't over until he cums.

tears dripped down your temples as you gripped kyōtanis biceps, and your toes curled as his cock hit that one spot that made you go crazy, "kenta!" you moaned. his face contorted as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "shut up and take it, you slut." he hissed while violently slamming his hips into yours.

your tounge lolled out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back as you feel the coil in your stomach unravel. you dug your nails into kyōtani's wrist, he let out a low grunt, one last thrust and his warm, thick cum was coating your velvety walls. you clenched around him as your orgasm crashed through your body, causing you to shake in kyōtani's hold. "so pretty.." he groaned, face flushed red.

© all content belongs to rxntar0 2021, do not repost or modify ❤️

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Apartment 307-8 (Grabbed by the hair)

Hi guys!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. School and work have been crazy but luckily I'm out of school next week so I'll have much more time and be posting more frequently! Apologies for the short chapter, I have no idea why but it just kicked my butt lol. I tried doing some cool multimedia stuff, I hope you enjoy! This is @sableflynn's BTHB request, grabbed by the hair.

TWs: Creepy, possessive whumper, mention of branding, also this chapter made me sad bc I love my mom and Elora's mom is sad so warning for that lmao

Elora was still lying there crying hours later. The tears had slowed from her initial keening sobs, but they still fell steadily down her face, accumulating in a small puddle on the tile by her head. She could see a bit of her reflection in the salty water; just her eyes, mostly. She saw green eyes that had once been so full of hope and life that were fading, the slow abandonment of hope almost making them gray out. She wanted to lie there forever, staring into her own eyes, until oblivion took her. If she cleared her head enough, she could pretend she was elsewhere, somewhere warm and loving; the blanket draped over her body did help with the fantasy, though she always knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was just that: a fantasy. She was still here. With him.

Clyde tried to give her time to recover, but his patience wore eventually. He began to get antsy after a few hours of watching her lie there, doing nothing but cry. Admittedly, he did enjoy it at first-seeing her so weak, so docile, because of him-but it eventually grew tiresome. Watching each tear drip down into the puddle became like watching paint dry.

He stood up abruptly. Elora was startled by the motion, flinching before stilling and watching him very carefully. What was he going to do?

“Get up,” he said simply.

Elora froze. She still felt sick, dizzy with pain and the lingering scent of her burning flesh in the bathroom. But why would he care about that? Why should she disobey him, when she knew what would happen?

Yet pride and pain got the better of her again.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. She felt weak. “I hurt. You hurt me.”

The piercing sound of a loud, sudden laugh began to echo through the bathroom. It reminded Elora of the laugh of a hyena. She winced.

“Darling, did you not think that was the point?”

Her expression hardened and her heart thumped in her chest. That was the point. She wanted to say something, but her mouth suddenly got dry.

The man simply grinned. “Get up,” he repeated, but she didn’t. She just laid there, dumbfounded.

He groaned angrily, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Be that way.”

He gathered up her hair in his hand, locked his fingers in a tight fist, and pulled up. Elora yelped and scrambled to get to her feet to relieve the pain, but he didn’t give her the chance; he carelessly dragged her off, out of the bathroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. She screamed and thrashed wildly, her hands desperately trying to push him away as her scalp burned like fire. Again and again, her feet scraped the ground to no avail, kicking and kicking but never able to gain enough traction to stand as she was mercilessly dragged. The man finally dropped her on the floor at the foot of a worn leather couch, releasing his death grip on her hair. Her hands immediately flew up to her head, applying gentle pressure to her scalp to try to ease the burning pain as she looked around the new room.

The living room was barren, like the man had half moved into it then given up. There was a dusty box in the corner, the couch, a worn coffee table, a small stand, and an old TV. Other than that, it was empty, in an eerie way. The aged carpet spanned the floor like an ocean.

The pressure didn’t do much and Elora dropped her hands, still wincing as the man plopped himself on the couch behind her, the leather making a loud crackling noise as he sat. She whipped her head around as her shoulders raised up to her ears instinctively. The man made a sour face, his features twisting into an ugly frown.

“Relax,” he commanded, forcefully pushing her shoulders down. At first, she tried to wiggle away, but that idea was abandoned when he tightened his grip, clearly as a warning. He grabbed the TV remote from the arm of the couch and turned it on. It started on some history channel documentary about cars, but Clyde quickly flipped through channels until he found the local news station.

A grin spread across his face as he read the blue banner spanning across the bottom of the screen. They were just in time.

UP NEXT: CAPE COD GIRL GOES MISSING; DESPERATE MOTHER PLEADS FOR HER RETURN

His hands wandered to Elora’s scalp and began to gently card through her hair. She inhaled sharply, and it took everything she had in her not to immediately shove him off. Somehow the gentleness felt worse than the pain; the false sense of care disgusted her. He was a maniac. He hurt her, he branded her, and now he was sitting on the couch petting her hair, pretending like none of it happened. It didn’t escape her attention how he set her on the floor instead of the couch, below him, like a dog.

The banner was bad enough, but she felt sick to her stomach when the station cut to a reporter sitting at a desk with a picture of her on half of the screen. It was the picture her mom took of her at the orchard last fall. It was candid; she remembered it. She was intently focused on a butterfly off on a tree, ignoring her mom as she snapped the photo. It was one of her favorite pictures of herself. And now, it was plastered all over the news.

The reporter on the TV began to speak. “Tonight, a desperate mother pleads for her missing daughter’s safe return. Elora Larkin, nineteen, of Barnstable county, Massachusetts has been missing since Friday night. She was last seen walking home from her job at Agathangelou’s bakery, wearing khakis, a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. The police have opened a tip line and are offering an unspecified reward for any information that leads to Miss Larkin.”

Elora felt a lurching sensation in her stomach, so visceral she wanted to throw up. That was her. On the news. Gone. Missing.

Behind her, the man chuckled.

“Look at that, baby. You’re all over New England.”

“I’m not your baby,” she snapped, turning around. But her head was spinning. All over New England? It wasn’t the Cape Cod news station on the TV. It wasn’t even a state news channel. It was entirely unfamiliar, the reporter’s face one she’d never seen.. So he’d taken her across state lines, making her chances of being found lower yet.

The man shushed her and put a finger up to her lips. “Watch.” She almost bit him, but decided it wasn’t worth the inevitable punishment that would follow. Besides, they might say something useful, something that could help her. She needed to pay attention.

The screen changed, and a missing persons poster popped up. Hers.

It was up for a minute before it faded away as the reporter came back on the screen.

“Such a sad story. Everyone in the studio is hoping and praying for her safe return. Unfortunately, vigilance is so important in this day and age. Up next, we have a recording of a press conference with the girl’s mother.

The girl’s mother. Her mother. Elora felt her heartbeat thumping in her chest.

And there she was. Jodie was standing at a podium in a building that had to be a police station. Demetrios was standing by her side, offering support by merely being present. While Elora hadn’t seen him cry even once in all the years she’d known him, he now looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Her mom started to speak. She looked so sad. Withered, like the life had been sucked out of her, from fear and overthinking and sleepless nights.

“My daughter-My daughter Elora has been missing since Friday night. She’s got-she’s got blonde hair, and green eyes, and she’s real tall. I’m sure pictures have gone around by now. She was walking home from work and-and then she disappeared. We were supposed to have dinner Sunday and she never came. It was supposed to be her weekend off. I- If someone has her, please, I’m begging you, let her go. Bring her home safe. She’s a good kid, she works hard, she rescues cats in her spare time...she doesn’t deserve this. And Elora, if you’re seeing this, I love you. I love you so much, honey. If you chose to leave, please just tell us you’re okay. It’s okay. You can go see the world, just tell us you’re okay. And if something-something bad happened, we’re gonna find you. I promise, baby, I love you and we’re gonna bring you home. Promise.”

At that point, she set the microphone down and began to cry, tears streaming down her face as she hurried off to an exit, the cameras following her for a few moments. Elora’s heart twisted in knots. Seeing her mom’s face brought her so much joy, yet knowing how worried she had to be made her feel sick with guilt.

But she promised. She promised she’d find her.

“That your mom?”

Elora stilled. He already knew the answer.

"She’s kinda pathetic. Could barely keep it together long enough to tell them about you.”

She went cold. “Stop,” she seethed. Her voice was eerily calm, given her anger.

"Or what?” he replied, twisting her hair up in his hand and giving it another tug.

Elora was silent. There was no or what. She knew that.

The reporter came back on the screen.

“Well, folks, that’s all we have on the case for tonight. Remember to be safe and vigilant. This has been Hannah Brown with News12.”

The man released her hair, picked up the remote, and turned off the T.V.

“Notice how they only talked about you, not me?”

Elora turned her head around. She was crying.

“What?”

He scoffed. “I said, notice how they only ran their mouths about you the whole time. Never said a word about me. You know what that means? They don’t know jack shit about me. They don’t know who you’re with or where you are. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but we’re in Connecticut. We crossed state lines twice. They’re never going to find you, you know that?

She tried to hide it, but he could see her expression falling with every word he said, hope beginning to seep out of her. She shook her head vigorously, her bottom lip trembling.

“N-no! No, they will, you’re just crazy! You’re just fucking crazy!”

A scowl formed on his lips. “No, they won’t.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but in a split second, his hand was gripping tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes went wide.

“No one is coming to save you.”

Elora swallowed, fear bright in her eyes. She tried to rip herself away, but the man raked his fingers across the fresh brand on her collarbone, sending her to the ground, keeling in pain.

“We could’ve had a nice evening if you behaved. Listened,” he grumbled, standing and once again grabbing her hair tightly before dragging her off towards the bathroom.

Tags: @exploringspaceinpyjamas @all-whumped-out @badthingshappenbingo

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all for myself

Midari Ikishima x fem!reader

note: i was doing another thing but this idea screamed at me to be written, i just know this b would get off with this. also this is self-indulgent lmao.

I'm aware that the fandom is kinda dead here but i wanted to post this anyway.

Warnings: smut duh, yandere-ish, slight dumbification and overstimulation, gunplay, i can't believe I'm saying this but POSSIBLY snuff? lmao

Wc: 1.3k

tags: @interstellarpumpkin

The first time you met Midari it was kind of… strange. She had already seen you before, gambling against other students who you almost always beat, you also had your losses but not enough to have a debt. From that moment on she couldn't take her eyes off you.

She would follow you to your classes and she even sent members of the beautification group to you, just to make sure you’re staying safe. You "accidentally" bumped into her in the hallway at school, she took that opportunity to say all kinds of compliments, she said that she always watched you from afar, she knew your schedules, even your favorite food, where you spent time when you wanted to clear your mind, etc.

For other people that would have been a red flag, that they should run from there as soon as possible!

But you didn't think that, on the contrary, you thought it was considerate and thoughtful on her part. She was completely stunned when she heard your response, it was the first time someone accepted her. From that moment on, you two became inseparable, her carefree and impulsive nature when gambling fascinated you, although, there were moments that made you worry, for example that time she played with Yumeko. When you saw the state in which she left her, you felt… jealous? But why?! If you two were only friends!!

The truth is that you developed a crush on her, everyone said that she was a freak, weird and obsessive, but that's why you liked her. You wanted to make her feel what Yumeko did, you wanted to hear her pathetically cry your name.

“If I manage to break you, you will be my girlfriend,” That took Midari by surprise, but didn't stop her from nodding like an overexcited puppy in less than a second.

XXXX

With hands tied at the wooden headboard and her legs around your hips, she whimpers as you ram into her, not even waiting for her to adjust to the strap. Bottoming out, she throws her head back and cries out your name, the sound of her whines drowning out your own moans. She can feel her heart rate pick up as you pull out almost all the way before sinking back into her cunt in one fluid thrust. Sobbing and wrapping her legs around your waist tightly, she raises her hips to meet each of your thrusts.

But this wasn't enough for you, coming to a halt, you reached out to open the drawer of the bedside table, Midari was about to yell at you to continue but as soon as she saw what you took out she swallowed her words.

“Let's make this more interesting, shall we?” The smile on your face was as twisted as any of the girls knowing that they had the upper hand, “Where were we?” Putting a single bullet in the revolver barrel, you gave it a spin and with a flick of your wrist you put it in its place.

Midari was speechless, from the moment she saw the gun, her mind and breath quickened, but this wasn't a bad thing, she couldn't wait for what was going to happen, thinking of all the possibilities her pussy clenched around your cock. Slamming back into her, you started a brutal pace, seeing her tits bounce up and down, her flushed face and teary eyes, and oh, don't get me even started on the sounds she makes, it was fucking music to your ears, so desperate and sinful.

With the hand that is holding the gun, you put it right above her temple, the coldness of the canon made her let out a pathetic whine. The sound of you pulling the hammer back, makes her keen into you, noticing her reaction makes you let out ragged breaths. At first you were wondering if this was a good idea, what if I accidentally killed her? ... It wasn't normal, but the way she squirmed under you, and the faces she makes, made you forget everything. Plus, you would be lying if you said that you didn't want to pull the trigger to see what the result was.

In an impulsive attack, you pulled the trigger.

Clank.

The sound rumbling in the dorm.

Her face screw shut, tears littering her lashes. “Y/N! Yes! Do it again! Fuck, do it again!” she cries out.

And you did, you did it nine times more, but you lost the count in that moment.

“Look at you, getting off to having a loaded gun to your head while being fucked dumb. You can't even talk properly anymore. Are you having a hard time, baby? Do you wanna cum?”

“Y-Yes! Please yes! I’m so close.” She moans like a slut for you, her words hitting something deep and fucking feral in the pit of your stomach. She's babbling nonsense as you hit her cervix over and over again, her walls clench and unclench around you, pulling the trigger one more time, with nothing but the clank sound coming out again, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and combined with a few more thrusts against her spot she cums. Her nails bite into the heel of her palms, body going taught as her cunt flutters against your cock.

Your hips stutter hard as you chase your own high. Her pussy gushes warm around you, muscles spasming rhythmically despite the stretch of you filling her to her limits. She chokes out your name with a final gasp. You pull out before the oversensitivity can become too much, you crawl down her body. She's too tired to check what you're doing and assumes that you're just trying to get off of the bed to grab a rag.

You don't make a move to leave her side, though, and when the rough texture of your tongue draws a long line down her pussy, her eyes go wide. You repeat the motion once more before pushing your tongue into her and lick her cum out of her until she's all clean. Taking off the strap and straddling her stomach, you untie her hands with care, the skin of her wrists was red. When you were about to apologise, you didn't expect that she still had enough strength to throw herself into your arms with your back hitting the bed to hug you really tight.

Wrapping one of your arms around her naked waist, you let out a content sigh. “You know what this means right?” looking at you with an almost confused face, her cheeks suddenly tinted a vermilion color and showed you a smile that it wasn't like her. It was sweet, her eyes full of adoration, you could swear that if you stared a little longer you'd see hearts in her eyes. She lets out a little laugh and attacks you, peppering your face with kisses, it makes you feel full, wanted. You laugh at the ticklish sensation, happy that your work has paid off.

“I want you to myself,” placing both of her hands on your cheeks, she confessed. “I like you, I love you. I want to do everything with you, I never want to leave your side, if I ever died because of you I wouldn't even care, because dying by your side would be such a heavenly way to die.”

Now it was your turn to look at her, the tenderness in your eyes was the enough acceptance and confirmation that she needed. Without a single word, she places her head in your chest and closes her eyes, your arms cradling her like a baby. In that position, you both fall asleep with the security that both will be there for each other in the morning.