#even when right now it's sunk kinda low

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

not me spiraling down a rabbit hole of star wars insanity and pinning 342346873264 different SW meta tumblr posts on pinterest like i'm 14 again

[elsweetheart]

Startling Hazel by sitting on her lap at like a party… she’s kinda faded but then you come out and she’s like fuck my life????

yissss yipyipyipyipyip this ends kinda abruptly sorryyy ❀

whenever hazel gets drunk or high, she kinda gets this blissed out smirk on her face that just won’t budge. i mean, there’s a reason people call her ‘haze’, cos she’s all dazed and relaxed and adorable. she’s pretty sure she has sunk into the couch at this party, the music a low thrumming as she chuckles at a joke she didn’t even hear fully.

someone treads on a beer can making it crunch beneath their foot, followed by a light airy giggle which takes a few seconds to register as you in hazels mind. she looks up, suddenly and wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights — startled all the same as one too when you’re suddenly directly infront of her, smiling like you’d just won the lottery.

“haze!” your voice carries like a windchime over the filthy low bass and a dumb, open mouthed smile spreads on her face. she wanted to slap herself.

“hey, you!” she subconsciously mimics your tone, pressing her lips together and swallowing hard when you steady your tipsy self by placing your hands on her shoulders where she sits. by instinct, she rests her hands on your hips. fuck my life, she thinks. fuck me, she thinks again.

“theres literally nowhere to sit.” you roll your eyes light heartedly, and anyone else would have taken the hint but hazel just stares up at you, starstruck before her lips turn down and she shrugs casually.

“damn, that sucks.”

you blink for a second, not sure what to respond and simply giggle— which makes her laugh, even if she’s not sure what the two of you are laughing at. another voice that doesn’t belong to either of you cuts through.

“this is cute and all but jesus just sit would you?” pj tugs hazels shoulder so she leans back a little before physically grabbing you and placing you on hazels lap like you were little lego pieces for her to construct.

“jesus, man.” hazel is blushing, arms hovering for a second before wrapping around your waist. you suck in a breath and turn into her, clinging to her a little in satisfaction.

“just until a seat opens up, i guess.” you smile sheepishly, faces so close to one another and hazel shamelessly looks at your mouth when she responds.

“i— yeah… unless, well — i don’t actually mind you sitting here. i quite like it.” she blabs, immediately regretting it. god, why was she so fucking awkward?

“okay good, wanted to sit here all night.” your voice is quieter due to the proximity and if you weren’t sitting directly on her she’d probably start crossing her legs all tight.

your words sink in and she guffaws awkwardly, nearly choking on her spit. “you… really? here? like, on my lap?” she asks, bouncing you on her knee in gesture slightly. she didn’t mean anything by it, but you grip her a little tighter and go all doe eyed so she assumes she did something right.

“yeah! you look… you’re cute.” your smile just gets bigger and this time she can feel herself getting red hot. she assumes that’s why you’re giggling, which only makes things worse. she drops back, leaning against the couch cushions now and covers her face with both hands, rubbing the skin there as if trying to manually remove the tint.

“man, what the hell. fuck my life.” she groans and you giggle more, pulling her hands away to look at her and fixing her hair for her, your knuckles brushing her cheek as you twiddle some of the face framing strands. she stares at you like you hung the moon and stars.

“hazel…” you sigh, and it comes out a sort of whine. she swallows, eyes wide with deep intrigue, briefly scanning over your expression before meeting your eye again, sitting back up straight.

“yeah?” she breathes.

“why’re you blushing?” your cheeks push up, and she can tell you’re actually nervous too. she throws her hands up a little, gesturing to your position.

“you try having a pretty girl in your lap, hello?”

“you think i’m pretty?” you’re practically twirling your hair.

“uh-huh.” her voice is soft, soft enough to melt you closer to her.

“you ever kiss pretty girls?” she can feel your breath over her mouth. she swallows, like she’s trying to snack on your oxygen.

“w—uh…” she was never good with words, so she leans forward and kisses you instead. you ignore pj and josie nudging eachother in your peripheral, hazels hand coming to hold your jaw to keep you where she wanted you.

you didn’t expect her to be this good, jesus.

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Six — Jonathan Crane + impact play, femdom

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x dom!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), edging, riding, ball slapping, slapping in general, dacryphilia, reader's kinda cruel, female orgasm, orgasm denial, degredation

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight Trilogy characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

In the heat of your anger, you removed his belt, delighting in the way his face melted into an expression of panic as he squirmed away from you. You gave him a swift spank to the balls. “Fuck!” He gave a strangled cry, throwing his head back onto the pillow. “Owww.”

“What did we say about respect, Jon?” 

Tears spilled out of his pretty blye eyes. He sniffled, his lower lip trembled. “T-that I needed to respect you. Because you own me.” He said this all in a wobbly voice, like at any moment he was going to burst into sobs and bury his face in your chest — which if you said he was allowed to, he probably would.

“And what did you earlier today?”

“I flirted with other women,” he sniffled. “I told my colleagues you were my bitch.” There was a red hue on his cheeks, and he was looking away. “But I didn’t mean it! I just wanted you to punish me, to use me! I’m your toy, you know that.”

You spanked him again.

 “Hnghh — be nice!”

“Be nice?” you repeated, your tone low and dangerous. “Why should I be nice when you’ve been a such an ass?”

Jonathan’s lips formed a pout. “I’m being good now.”

“No you’re not. Good boys take what their mistresses give them.”

You brushed his belt over his face and gave him a hard slap across the cheeks. He whined and turned his head into the pillow, not wanting another one. His cheek was turning bright red, and the leather mark of the belt was starting imprint on his skin.

“You know what?” you decided, and Jonathan finally looked up. “You have been a good boy, I think I’ll give you a reward, but you have to promise to keep your hands on my clit, and to not thrust up. Can you do that?”

Jonathan nodded eagerly and spread his leg like a desperate slut. “Yes, yes, yes.”

You wet his cock with your pussy, grinding on it slowly. Jonathan whined at the teasing, but controlled his hip movements and didn’t complain, starting to rub you clit with his fingers.

When you finally sunk down on him, he let out a happy sigh, his movements pausing. You stopped, angry at his inability to follow orders, but before you could grab the belt he started rubbing again, pushing his fingers through your folds. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized quickly. “Got distracted.”

“I don’t want excuses.”

Jonathan blushed, his other cheek — the one you didn’t hit — turning red as well. He was so beautiful like this. Dark hair tousled, naked and marked with your bruises. This was truly his calling. He was meant to be your bratty whore.  

You started bouncing, moaning in pleasure. You circled your hips on his, reveling in the sweet whimpers that poured out of his mouth. He was tossing and turning, desperately trying to keep himself in control. He didn’t want to do anything that would make you upset, and possibly prolong his pleasure.

“Augh, don’t stop,” he pleaded.

You grinned. Sure, Jon.

Once you were both close to the edge, you felt it. Jonathan had starting thrusting.

He couldn’t control himself, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to, especially not when you teased him for so long. Despite all his talk of how he wasn’t like other men, how he was a scientist not ruled by the desires of humanity, you knew, and so did he, that once you got him in the right mindset, he was nothing but a pussy-driven man, hungry for your touch and body.

Jonathan didn’t even seem to notice his mistake. He kept thrusting up, skin slapping against skin, chasing his own release with frevor.

“Don’t come before me,” you ordered.

He nodded, closing his eyes. He started to rub your clit more vigorlosuly, wanting the release of climax to come sooner. When you finally let out a whimper, coming on his cock, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, fuck, need this so bad—”

You pulled off of him before he could finish his sentence.

It took a moment for him to realize what you did.

“Puh-pleaseeeee!”

He sat up, arms wrapping around your waist. He was truly sobbing now, you would have to get him a napkin for his nose later. “I need you. I need you!”

You grabbed his chin. He was getting on your nerves. “Shut up! I thought you were a good boy.”

“I am,” he whimpered. “It’s just  . . .” he trailed off, not knowing what to say. 

Seeming to accept his fate, he lowered himself back down on the bed, watching with a frown as you grabbed his belt again. He finally figured it out — the best way to get what he wanted was to obey.

“Ready?” you asked with a cruel grin.

He nodded, still crying, closing his eyes as he braced for the impact.

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[essentiallyleaf]

day 11. frottage. with. yves.

421 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, futa!idol x male reader, frottage, morning sex, kinda fluffy, what to even say anymore, adult life is already so goddamn weird.

notes.

a lot of shorter ones these days, i know, i’ve just been feeling a little down and with not much energy to write. idk :[ lukewarmly, leaf.

If it’s a good day when you wake up beside her, it’s a better day when you do so in your underwear and she’s laying on her stomach naked, and you start kissing from her back, to her shoulders and neck. When she wakes up and the first thing she does is slip her hand in your boxers behind her and start stroking you.

“You can put it in if you want,” Sooyoung says with a still half-asleep, but loving tone.

“Good morning to you too”

She chuckles and helps you take your boxers off. One of your hands caresses the half of her face that’s not sunk in the pillow and you kiss her; the other grabs her hip and you rub yourself between her cheeks.

“Actually,” you turn her hips around and face her, both of you now laying on your side. She looks gorgeous. Her eyes smile and her half-erect cock is already huge. You grab it and slowly stroke it to full hardness while sucking on her collarbones, squeezing a couple moans out of her. “Here”

You shift your hips to get your cock closer to hers, then open your hand and start rubbing yourself on her. You close your digits up again, and now your up-and-down motion combines with your hand’s, and with Sooyoung’s, as she whimpers softly. She places both of her hands on your cheeks and brings your mouth to hers in a deep kiss. You only detach from it to ask:

“Are you close?” (The “already” is left out.)

She can only nod and keep whimpering, her eyes glistening slightly.

“Can you wait for me, can you do that?”

She sniffles and nods again, now more focused. The thrusts of your hips get faster and wider, your other hand grips her asscheek. She palms your pecs, her tongue fills your mouth as you moan on it. All she can do is keep her eyes shut to try her best not to cum before you do.

Right before you explode, you break the kiss and push your forehead towards hers.

“Look at me, baby. Look at me”

Sooyoung opens her eyes and her stare switches from your face, to your dicks, and back as both of you cover the sheets in squirts of white, groaning in a low pitch. Some of your combined semen stains your stomachs and your hand. You bring your fingers up to your face and lick some of it off, she helps with the rest.

“Wanna get some real breakfast?”

-

footnotes.

a good whatever-the-time-of-the-day-is-where-you-live-or-rather-whatever-the-time-of-your-biological-clock-is-cause-we-all-degens-in-here and a good night to me. boringly, leaf.

[siren-serenity]

Hi beautiful(your beautiful) your us just chefs kiss👌❤ everything is lovely in the story. So I was wondering if I could please request Boa hancock x male reader thats has a cute/loving personlity you know that person that always smiles at everyone and has like the most beautiful eyes ever.

BUT DON'T FEEL FORCED TO ACCEPT MY REQUEST. I WILL TOTALLY UNDERSTAND AND NOT BE MAD.

Have a lovely day beautiful!💕💌💋

eyes and smiles (my heart beats louder)

characters: boa hancock, m!reader warnings: fluff, slight angst (i don't really know her backstory well so i'm trying), mentioning of sexual assault but none was written in detail (proceed with caution!!!) a/n: - i've never actually written hancock before?? like when i first got this ask, i was still really really new to one piece so i was like "who is she???" - BUT NOW??? SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL ALDJFLASKJDFLADSJF - your ask sounded kinda like a headcanon series?? I'M SORRY I TURNED IT TO A DRABBLE ALSDKFJALSJD (edit: so i may have changed the story too??? i tried to keep elements of the original male reader, terribly sorry once again!!!) - feedback is appreciated!

Men are fools.

It is the first thought that arises in Boa Hancock's mind as she steps off her assigned Marine warship that brings her to the detested Marine headquarters. It's honestly an eyesore to stare at, nothing but uniform colors of white and blue. The shade of blue was supposedly to represent the vast ocean, but it is a mockery of it, paling in comparison.

Being a warlord was a small price to pay for the safety of her sisters and the people of her nation but as she rolls her eyes and strays away from the eyes of the men on the island, she wishes that it was someone else in her place.

(Men are dangerous. It was a man who kidnapped her and her sisters and tormented her for the past decades of her life. It was men who brought pain to the meaning of beauty. Her nightmares were filled with men who touched her and-)

"Hey, are you alright?" A cautious voice broke her out of her thoughts. Hancock straightens up, flicking a stray piece of hair away from her eyes (she must be beautiful) before huffing at the voice.

"You fools didn't assign anyone to guide me! Me! The most beautiful in the world didn't even have proper treatment!" Hancock crosses her arms. "Have the Marines sunk so low to forget simple instructions as this?"

The voice that comes next isn't filled with bumbling flirtations as expected. In fact, it almost throws Hancock off-guard when the voice's tone hasn't changed. It's still polite and slightly formal, but not derogatory.

"Pardon our mistakes, Pirate Empress," You bowed, eyes facing the floor. Hancock eyes you slightly, still taken aback by your lackluster response to her. "Let me guide you to the meeting room now."

"You better-" Her voice dies out as you raise your head and for the first time in a long time, she's starstruck with what she sees.

Your eyes are perhaps the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. They're incomparable to the greatest cuts of jewelry or to the seasons on the island that she dearly loves. The tantalizing freedom that the ocean gives her or the fire burning within as she takes revenge against all those who tormented her softens to a gentle breeze. She feels at peace being lost in your beautiful eyes. They're not even filled with the disgusting lust of men, not heart-shaped and mind-racing with crude images of what they could do if they had their hands on the beautiful, gorgeous, pirate empress.

"If you would be so kind as to follow me," You gesture to the corridor on the right and swiftly move forward. Hancock follows behind until your steps are aligned. She's afraid as you were still a man, but slightly less anxious about you. (What is she doing, fraternizing with the enemy? It was a man who led her life into a life of destruction and pain-)

Your voice cuts through the silence, previously punctuated by the steps of her heels and your Marine standard boots. "Are you perhaps wondering about my response to you?"

Her first response is to fight you for what you said. How dare you assume her thoughts! Then, she realizes that yes, she was still curious about it so she withholds her blood-lust and nods. "Y-Yes..."

You smile and her heart skips a bit. Seas and skies, you were breathtaking. "I do think you are beautiful, that is undeniable."

Hancock's steps falter and her leg muscles tense, in preparation to flee.

"But I do not find any urges to be so crude and lust-hungry," You shrug and smile again. "I do want to apologize for the behavior of my fellow Marines though. They are sometimes a bit...vulgar."

"Crude is the least of it," Hancock spits out and you nod, eyes darkening. "Men have done worse in the name of lust and I've seen it with my own eyes."

"Sometimes I just want to rip their eyes out of their sockets," You hiss under your breath. She watches as you fist your hands in anger, but not to lash out at her. To your comrades. Mild respect blossoms within her. "And they dare call themselves beholder of justice and proud Marines."

She smiles because being with you is like breathing fresh air for the first time. "At least one Marine is good."

You grin back boyishly and the odd rhythm of her heartbeat beats louder in her ears.

The familiar double doors grow larger as you both approach it with steady footsteps. Hancock mourns the lack of a good conversationalist, soon to be replaced with idiots like Doflamingo and Sengoku, when she could have kept conversing with you. You step forward, opening the grand doors for her like a gentlemen should.

"Until we meet again, Pirate Empress," You bow one last time, giving her your biggest smile yet. "It was lovely to meet and chat with you."

She almost forgets to respond, taken aback once more by the loveliness of your smile. She pauses just at the entrance of the room before giving you a shy smile. Her cheeks burn.

"Goodbye, Mister..." She trails off and blushes from embarrassment. How rude of her! She speaks so highly of you in her head yet doesn't know your name.

"(M/N) (L/N)," You say, standing up from your bow and tipping your Marine hat to her. "Shall we meet again as swiftly as the seas and wind themselves."

"May the waves be kind to you too," She curtsies before entering. Hancock's in much of a daze afterwards but Doflamingo's drawl makes her realize for the first time what her symptoms meant.

Racing heartbeat, irregular beating of the blood in her veins. Burning and blushing of the cheeks. The way she kept replaying your smile and the crystal clear sight of your eyes-

"Hancock's in love!"

"Shut up you overgrown flamingo!!"

[viisoul]

★﹒HIS LOSS!

don’t be sad, y/n. it’s his loss.

cw : dom!toji — sub!reader — public sex — choking — recording — finger sucking — unprotected — use of the word ‘mama(s)’ — mirror sex (bent over a sink) — dry humping — dacryphilia — slightttt cunnilingus

a/n - haven’t even watched the new season of jjk yet… anywho enjoy!

a soft sigh escaped y/n's lips as she sunk into the seat of the low-end coffee shop on a rather quiet street of sendai city, the sky cloudy and a dull color of grey. she held the hot coffee cup in her hands, the heat not bothering her in the slightest. she brought it to her lips, sipping it with a saddened expression on her face.

the man sitting across from her had noticed how upset she was, yet had no idea why. she was usually such a vibrant person, outgoing and confident, and seeing her so down like that made even him feel upset.

the sound of the soft jazz and gentle clinks of dishes in the kitchen had quietly resonated throughout the cafe, giving it a calming aesthetic along with the aromatic scent of coffee and other pastries. however, hearing not even a word from her, not seeing one smile yet—, it was odd. she'd usually brighten up any room she walked into with a mere 'hi' or just her pretty lips curling into a smile.

toji placed his elbow on the table, leaning in so his cheek could rest in his palm.

"what's your problem?" he questioned, voice muffled from the sandwich he chewed on.

"nothing." y/n replied, placing the cup back down as she straightened her posture. she forced a smile, one quite obviously fake from the way her eyes were turned and her lips were curled. "see?"

"don't give me that. there's obviously somethin' wrong with ya. y'know, you can tell me anything. you've been tellin' me everything since forever now. haven't told a soul."

toji's words were true. he was always the one she came to when she wanted to tell him something, and vice versa. she was the first one he found himself running to when he found out he was having his son—, megumi, after all. he'd always rant and stress to her, and she'd listen and do so much more for him. listening to her problems was the least he could do.

she huffed. "well, y'know my boyfriend, right?"

"right...?" he lifted his head.

"um, well, he cheated on me." she let out a breathy giggle, attempting to hide her pain. "t-the girl he cheated on me with sent me a video of them... y'know. shes a girl he's always known and i kinda figured she had a thing for him, but i didn't expect him to do something like that with her. i knew she didn't like me since we met, but i didn't know she hated me."

toji clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "you serious?"

"yeah..."

he watched as she held her head down, lips beginning to quiver. she was trying to hold back her tears, but it hurt. her heart hurt. it wasn't fair—, after all she'd done for him and this was her repayment? she couldn't help but allow the tears to fall, quietly sniffling. she felt like a loser, crying in front of toji like that.

"look at me." he spoke.

y/n slowly lifted her head, eyes puffy and tears dripping from her cheeks. he extended his arms, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe under her eyes.

"don't cry over that asshole. he wasn't shit, anyway. i hated him. that girl probably wasn't even enjoying his dick."

she smiled softly, wrapping her soft hand around his wrist.

"thank you, toji. i-i know i don't say it much, but i appreciate you a lot."

"don't worry 'bout it. just tryna make you feel better. t's the least i can do."

she nodded.

"and hey, if ya want, we can show 'em what he's missin'."

"w-what're you getting at?”

"it's jus' a thought." he used his free hand to grasp hers that held his wrist, kissing her palm before running his tongue across it.

"toji... t-that's wrong."

"ain't nuthin wrong with gettin' back at the people who did somethin' to ya first." he shrugged.

"what if it ruins our relationship?"

"it won't."

"it's gonna be awkward."

"t's only awkward if you make it awkward."

"w-well..." she trailed off, eyes looking anywhere but at him.

"if ya don't wanna do it, m'not forcing you. it was just a suggestion, but there's a whole lotta other ways to make you feel better."

"...i'll do it."

"mmh?" he hummed. "you sure?"

"i-it's wrong, yeah, but... i'm pissed at him. i... i hate him. and i trust you, toji."

"then, meet me in the bathroom, yeah?" he began to slide out of the booth, feeling his pockets. "send me his number while you're at it for me."

she raised a brow in suspicion, but chose not to question it. he then sauntered off to the restroom, leaving her there for a bit. she chose to make a bit of time pass by scrolling through her phone, unfollowing her now ex boyfriend on any other social media platforms. she noticed that she received a bit of messages questioning her about the full story, some she ignored and some she chose to respond to.

when y/n finally opted to send toji her ex's number, that's when she got up and left to the restroom along with him. she was nervous, heart thumping against her chest with every rhythmic beat. she was about to have sex with her best friend in a public bathroom just to get back at her ex.

though, it didn't sound too bad...

toji was hot. she'd always thought that about him. he had a nice voice, sexy body, and seemed to be quite experienced at this type of thing. though, she'd never looked at him in that way or even seen herself doing something like this. if someone were to tell herself from five years ago that she was about to let toji ruin her in a public bathroom, she'd probably laugh it off as if it were a joke.

if only she knew, right?

y/n pushed the door open, seeing toji leaning against the wall while on his phone. a small grin grew on his face upon seeing her. she'd suddenly looked ten times as sexier than she usually did, her shy demeanor only turning him on more. though, he couldn't get too ahead of himself.

"ya sure ya wanna do this?"

"yes, toji. i'm not like you, y'know."

"what's that s'pose to mean?"

"i don't change my mind every five minutes."

"whatever. lock the door, unless you wanna get caught."

she turned around, closing the door to lock it so it'd be shown as 'occupied' on the other side. she then took a nervous step forward, holding her hands behind her back.

"so—..."

he walked up to her, placing his hands on her waist firmly. he took a look around the bathroom before guiding her to the sink, pushing her back against it. it was obvious that she was nervous, staring away from him and her muscles being stiffened.

"hey, calm down. m'not gonna hurt ya." he spoke, moving his hands down until he could feel the soft fat of her ass, grabbing and slapping at it. "gonna take real good care of ya."

she slowly nodded her head.

"can i touch you here?" his large hand snuck in between her thighs, inching up toward her underwear.

"mhm."

she sighed shakily when she felt his fingers rub against her clothed cunt, legs unconsciously squeezing together.

"s-sorry!" she apologized. "can i... touch you, too?"

"'course you can."

with one hand, she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, revealing his light blue boxers decorated with multiple ducks. she attempted to stifle her laughter, but she couldn't help herself.

"seriously, toji?"

"oh, i'm sorry, i wasn't expecting to have sex with my best friend in a public bathroom 'cause her boyfriend decided to cheat on her." he rolled his eyes playfully.

yet, she couldn't stop laughing, being hushed when toji pressed his lips against hers. he could still feel her smile against his lips, but hers were soft so he hadn't paid any mind to it. soft, and had the taste of coffee lingering.

that'd seemed to lighten the mood, and she had gotten more comfortable with touching him. so, when he pulled away, her hands trailed from his large, toned chest, to the bulge in his duck decorated boxers. she rubbed him good, her hands so soft against his cock that was covered by a mere piece of fabric.

not to mention the gentle whines that would slip from her mouth every time he rubbed on her clit, her wetness seeping through the panties she had on.

"ah—, faster, toji..." she whimpered, and he could feel butterflies in his stomach at the way her voice sounded when she said his name.

he, of course, abided by her wishes and circled his fingers at a quicker pace. she asked nicely, after all—, and she sounded damn pretty asking.

"so wet... feel ya drippin' through yer panties."

she threw her head back, her hands stuttering against toji's erection before stopping. he slipped his fingers into her underwear to get a better feel, her juices oozing onto them almost immediately.

"soakin' for your best friend, huh? wan' me to bend you over this sink and fuck you dumb?"

"y-yeah…”

"that's right. you'll forget about 'im in no time." he pulled his hand away, licking his fingers before turning y/n around. he thrusted his clothed erection against her panties once before letting out a hefty grunt. "look at yourself in the mirror, mamas. want ya to see how good you look getting fucked from behind."

she lifted her head, staring at herself in the mirror before looking up and toji. he placed a hand on her waist, retracting his hips and giving a rough propulsion, her body jerking forward from the action. he could feel her getting his boxers wet, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it when he had her in such a vulnerable state like this.

his bulge felt so good against her sensitive cunt, forcing her to let out breathy whimpers, attempting to be as quiet as possible. though, she couldn't exactly be quiet when he felt so good pushing against her like that.

she felt as his large hand slapped against her ass, a mewl slipping past her lips. he rubbed the stinging pain away, grinning to himself at her reaction.

"so fuckin' wet, baby. feel it through my boxers."

"y-your duck boxers?" she giggled, but it'd only been replaced by a whine when he pushed up against her harshly.

"m'gonna take 'em off since ya keep talkin' shit about 'em." he huffed, pulling his hips away.

toji flipped her skirt, pulling her panties down so they fell to her ankles. he watched as she throbbed for him, juices flowing from that little hole of hers. she could hear him curse under his breath, his fingers reaching to spread her out.

he then pulled his boxers down enough just so he could pull his cock out, erected and leaking precum.

"y'ready?"

"mhm..."

"m'gonna help ya show that guy what he's missin'." he reached for his phone, running his tongue across the scar on the side of his lip.

he switched to the camera app, grabbing ahold of his dick with his free hand before aligning it with her pulsing hole. toji slowly pushed himself in, a drawled out whine coming from y/n's throat.

he began to record, watching through the camera. he then eased himself completely in, y/n tensing up.

"t-toji—, t's so big…!” she whimpered. he was so big inside of her, stretching her walls out so good.

"y're so tight, mamas—, shit," he grunted, being sure to sound extra pleased so the person who'd soon watch the video would hear.

he began to move, him pushing against her ass as he watched it bounce with every move. he used his free hand to wrap it around her neck, using it as a stabilizer to make proper thrusts into her pussy. his fingers had the perfect amount of pressure on her neck to make her eyes roll back and heave uneven breaths. his hand felt so good around her throat.

the sound of wet skin slapping together resonated throughout the restroom with each connecting thrust.

"bet i fuck better than him, hm?" he let out an amused hum.

"yes... yes—! fuck!"

"that right? feels good?"

"mm... mhm! so good!"

"atta girl. taking my cock so well, baby."

and with those words, he ended the video. however, he wanted to further cherish the moment and record more, just to have whenever he was alone and horny. he'd never seen his best friend as someone he'd fuck, but here they were, and he hadn't regretted it one bit.

his hips were rough against her ass, cock so thick inside of her and she could've sworn she'd feel his tip grazing over her cervix at times. undeniably, toji was better than any boyfriend she ever had.

she pushed herself up against his pelvis, wiggling her ass when she felt him slow down.

"keep going, toji..." she drawled. "make me cum... please."

"you got it, mama." he roughly spanked her ass, rubbing off the stinging pain with his calloused hand before grinding his hips forward.

he began to rut his hips at a quick speed, the perfect pace because it'd touched every sweet spot inside of her. she was whining and begging, words slurred and incoherent. she squeezed around him so tightly, forcing toji grunt and groan. he'd honestly questioned how he managed to live without his dick inside of his best friend, because it was practically impossible to pull out of her.

"look at you... how could someone ever cheat on ya like that? pussy's so fuckin' good, baby." his husky voice uttered. he moved his hand that'd been squeezing at her neck up her chin, tapping two of his fingers against her lips. "open up, baby."

she opened her mouth, saliva connecting from the roof of her mouth to her tongue. she leaned her head forward, closing her mouth when he entered his fingers.

"let's keep it quiet, yeah?" he whispered, watching as y/n nodded her head obediently. "why don't you play with yourself a bit too, hm?"

she moved one of her hands between her legs, using her middle and ring fingers to rub on her clit and add stimulation. she was so sensitive down there, dripping and making it so easy for toji to thrust into her—, but so hard because she was tight and felt so good.

her legs were trembling as she struggled to keep herself up, and she found herself sucking on toji's fingers to distract herself from her legs going limp.

toji found this as the perfect opportunity to take some photos and extra videos to send to her ex-boyfriend, because he was having way too much fun with his best friend who’d gotten cheated on. his fat cock was stretching her out so good, hitting all the right spots and bringing her a feeling she’d never felt with any of her past boyfriends.

he was ramming into her ruthlessly, the camera shaking with each of his thrusts and giving the video poor angling, but it didn’t matter. her wavering voice let out whiny babbles on his fingers, taking in gasps of air whenever she could.

with her free hand, y/n shakily tapped his wrist. he took his fingers out of her mouth, holding her chin up and looking down at her.

“what is it?”

“gonna cum…!” she muttered. “don’t stop, toji, m’so close…”

“wasn’t plannin’ on it.”

“fuck…” she drawled, which had sounded a bit like a cry.

he raised a brow, glancing down at her face.

“no way, are you cryin’?”

“shut up…” she spoke, tears of both satisfaction and pain falling from her eyelids.

“you look so pretty crying for my fuckin’ cock like that, baby, shit…” he grunted, hips stuttering against hers.

seeing her cry had made him only want to fuck her harder, slamming his dick into her roughly and making her cry out once more.

“toji…!” she whined. “i-i’m cumming… fuck!”

he had to place his hand around her mouth to keep her from moaning so loudly. he felt her squeeze around him, and it’d felt as if she was pulling the cum right out of him. he let out a groan, one wavering and husky as he pulled out of her, allowing his cum to spurt in between her thighs.

he massaged her ass for a bit before coming down to one knee, lifting his head up and planting kisses to her cunt that’d oozed with her juices. he was recording himself, not only so her ex could see who was fucking her dumb, but how much better he was compared to him.

his lips sucked on her clit, licking her clean. a string of presumably his saliva connected from his lips to her pussy, it soon breaking when he pulled away.

“taste so good, mama.” he said, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

once he stood back up, y/n fell onto his chest. “thanks, toji…” she whispered.

“course… anything for you.”

and so, later on that day, toji kept his word and sent those videos to her now ex boyfriend.

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[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi Petri <3, so this request is a bit longer than the other's so bear with me (and my broken English lol). I was thinking about a Minho x fem!reader where she's from maze B and is close friends with Aris, so she's with him in the whole cafeteria scene where he gets introduced (while the boys are excited about the food, beds, girls and etc. and Thomas is having a bad feeling about that place). She's more positive about being there than Aris cause they been through a lot and she just want a little rest, but when she sees what that place really is she's terrified and is willing to do everything to get out, so Minho sees this fire in her and kinda likes it. (I don't know if it made any sense 😬, but I trust you to make a good fic out of it)

Oo, I do like more plot-driven requests like this, they give me more to work with :))

DECEPTION IN LIBERATION

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, violence, teenage boys still not knowing how to act in the presence of a girl, WICKED spelt WCKD because movies, Rat Man aka Janson, probably innacurate Group B slang thanks to Wikipedia.

Just 'cause you wouldn't know the characters' names doesn't mean I don't, so the Gladers' names are used before you meet them. Because there is no way this would work if I couldn't use their names.

You'd escaped the Maze.

Finally, after all this time, you'd escaped, and now you were safe. The years of torture and stress are now behind you and you can finally start to heal.

Your friends are safe. You're safe. And so are an entire group of teenagers who apparently went through the same things you did. WCKD definitely had big plans, but that doesn't matter anymore.

It's over.

At least that's what you think.

You playfully nudge Aris. The measly boy sits next to you, hoodie hiding his face as he stares at the table in front of you. You guys escaped the Maze first, meaning that you were the first to arrive. They keep taking people away; Aris' best friend Rachel was one of the first.

And he's been distant ever since.

You've been keeping an eye on him. Though, it is hard trying to spend time with the boy when he barely speaks nowadays.

You nudge him again. "C'mon, Aris, you've been avoiding us for-finching-ever." He scoffs, shaking his head. "What's goin' on?"

"You won't listen to me, so what does it matter?" You sigh, shuffling slightly and swinging your leg over one side of the bench to look him at him straight.

"Of course I'll listen to you. What's going on?"

From a few feet away, the Gladers have started talking to boys from other groups, and have taken note of Aris.

And therefore, you too.

"Who's the girl he's with?" Minho ask the unknown boy, eyes fixation on you.

The boys shrugs. "Just some chick he was in the Maze with."

"Lucky shank," Frypan chuckles.

Thomas, however, takes note of Aris. He's not like the other people that are sitting around and chatting. He's reserved, sunk low into the table and not even looking at you as his hood hides him.

"Aris," his eyes flicker to you, "I'm always gonna listen to you- talk to me."

He hesitates but takes a deep breath. "There's something wrong here," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"Something is going on- the Guard's are armed, our friends keep getting taken away, and..."

"And?" You push him to continue and he shuffles closer.

"Don't tell anyone, please."

You start to feel anxious. This is getting weird. "Okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"At night, I've been sneaking through the vent tunnels-"

"What?" You hiss. "That's so dangerous."

"I know, I know- but they go all over the building, a-and they take people into this... room that I can't get into. There's something weird going on. I know it sounds weird and you won't believe me, but-"

"I believe you," you trust Aris, and he's smart, so if he thinks something isn't quite right, then chances are something isn't quite right. "But what do we do?"

"Teresa!" Both of you perk up as you watch Thomas, who you're yet to know, stand up from his table, marching over to the doors to try and follow a girl behind some windows.

He's quickly stopped by some guards, but he's clearly agitated.

"Maybe he could help?" You blink at Aris. "We need all the help we can get. I'll show him what I mean- you too."

○ ○ ○

If you knew when you'd escaped the Maze that you'd end up stuck in another round of twisting and confusing corridors in the form of the vent system, you might've actually killed someone.

Aris, on the other hand, seems happily at home as he crawls around the tight spaces.

You're awkwardly crouching around the corner whilst Aris goes to get this Thomas kid.

After a few seconds, your friend reemerges, with the boy hot on his heels. He blinks at you and you give an awkward peace sign before Aris hurries him along.

"Come on."

You both follow him through the vent system, Thomas in front of you.

"Hey, wait a second." Thomas grumbles, clearly questioning how he gets himself on these situations. "What the hell are we doing?"

"Come on, we're gonna miss it," Aris says.

"Sorry," you answer instead, "he thinks you might be able to help- he reckons something weird's goin' on here. I don't really know."

You crawl into a more open area- even you don't really know what's going on.

"What are we doing?" Thomas asks again and it's kind of funny that he even came in the first place.

"Shh. Come here," Aris waves you both over. You both hover over an open-ish vent that looks down over a corridor.

One of the doctors appears, following by a strange trolley that seems to have a person in a body bag with a screen over the face. The screen shows vitals and other medical information, making you and Thomas exchange concerned glances.

"What the hell was that?" Thomas asks for the both of you.

"They bring in new ones every night like clockwork." Aris answers.

"What do they do with them?" You ask, even though you probably already know the answer.

"I don't know. This is as far as I've ever gotten. The vents don't even go into that section. But once they go through that door, they don't come back out." Aris pauses, visibly shaken. "I don't think anyone ever really leaves this place."

"C'mon," you say, "we gotta go before someone notices we're gone."

"Why'd you show me this?" Thomas asks, stopping you both.

"Because maybe the others will listen to you. There's something weird going on here- I know you think so too."

"Hey, wait," you stop again, "what's your names?"

"Aris," your friend answers, "and this is (Y/N)."

And with that, your friend crawls ahead.

"You're Thomas, right?" He blinks at you. "I heard some of your friends say it in the cafeteria."

He nods, and you offer him a reassuring smile. "It's nice to meet you, Thomas."

○ ○ ○

Janson reads out more names of people as you sit in the dining area. Apparently, Aris and Thomas spoke briefly earlier- they have some kind of plan regarding a key card.

You're, quite frankly, scared to watch.

Thomas has told the members from Group A what he saw, they seem skeptical at best. But, they seem to be a strong group and with most of Group B gone, you have little choice but to hope Thomas can convince them.

Thomas suddenly stands up, storming towards the doors and trying to blend in with the people's whose names were called.

He's stopped fairly quickly.

You can't quite make out what's going on, but when a guard sharply points into Thomas' chest, you're already on your feet.

"(Y/N)-" Aris hisses, but the plan isn't going to work if Thomas gets himself in trouble. You can't let this go south.

Thomas pretends to walk away, before turning and diving into the guard. All of the Gladers are on their feet in seconds, jumping to Thomas' defence.

"What the hell's your problem, man?" Thomas shouts as he gets shoved again and you dive in.

Pushing the guy back, you stand protectively in front of the boy. "Back the fuck off, man- you think shoving a kid around makes you tough?"

The boys exchange glances.

Who is this girl? Where did she come from? How come she's helping Thomas? Why does Thomas get all the girls? What is happening?"

"Control your friend!" The guard yells just as Janson bursts through them.

"What's happening here?" Janson seems lost for a second as he looks at the boy. "Thomas? I thought we could trust each other." He touches the boys shoulder and you go to step forward again, only for Thomas to slightly put his arm out, stopping you from intervening.

"You know we're all on the same team here."

"Are we?" Thomas asks.

Janson seems irritated by this and you ball your fists. You could punch this guy and give the Gladers an easy distraction- it would give them and Aris time.

You think about it until a hand grabs your wrist. You look up and meet the eyes of an Asian boy. He's tall, tanned skin and dark, swept up hair. He's handsome, but something in his dark eyes is telling you to stop.

And for some reason, you do. Relaxing your muscles, but returning your attention to Janson- Minho doesn't let go.

"Get them to their bunks."

In a matter of seconds, you're all separated. You just about manage to get to Aris before going to your separate rooms- agreeing to meet at Thomas' vent.

You can hear bickering as you approach, just catching Aris before he knocks down the vent.

"Hey, Thomas," he says casually.

"What the...?" You catch from one of the boys.

"You got it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go. Where's your friend?"

"Right here!" Your voice echos on the metal from behind Aris. "Getting real finchin' sick of crawlin' around, though."

"Alright, maybe you guys are right," Thomas says to his friends, "maybe I'm just paranoid. But I gotta find out for sure. Just cover for me, I'll be back as soon as I can."

Making the same trip as last time, Aris and Thomas jump down out of the vent, with you staying up there to help them get back up again and keep watch.

You anxiously crouch, watching as you wait for the boys to return.

"C'mon, guys," you mumble to yourself, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

What feels like hours passes, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes, when Thomas and Aris burst out of the room. Both of them are clearly worked up.

You open the vent. "C'mon!" Offering a hand, they struggle back up, but eventually they join you again. "What happened?"

"We gotta go," is all Thomas says, "we gotta go!"

The boys are rapid at getting through the vents, Thomas bursting into his friends room. He, quite literally, throws the vent cover across the room.

"Thomas!" Someone shouts as he frantically scrambles into the room.

"We gotta go! We gotta go right now!" Thomas says as you and Aris both struggle out of the vent, still yet to have an explanation from either of them.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Minho, whose name you're yet to learn, asks.

"What do you mean 'we gotta go'?" Newt adds on, all of the boys in a frenzy.

"They're coming! Come on! We gotta go!"

"Thomas! What's going on?" You try to grab him but he brushes past you, grabbing things and starting to try and block the door.

You look at Aris, who is completely shook to the core so there's no getting anything out of him.

"What happened?" Frypan yells. "Aris, what happened?" He shouts at the timid boy, getting too close.

"Don't shout at him!" You pull him away. "He's terrified! He ain't gonna tell you klank!"

"Thomas! Can you just calm down and talk to us!" Newt begs, the whole room in a frenzy.

"She's still alive!" Thomas says.

That's ominous.

"Who's she? Teresa?" Frypan asks.

"Who the finch is Teresa?" You ask.

"Ava." Thomas is blunt now.

"Ava?" Newt repeats, watching his friend desperately try and tie the door shut. "Will you just turn around and talk to us?"

"It's WCKD!" Thomas snaps, turning around to face you all. The group freezes. "It's still WCKD. It's always been WCKD."

"Shit," scrambling to help, Thomas seems almost relieved that someone else is doing something as you help him move a mattress to block the door.

"Thomas," Newt stops him. "What did you see?"

Thomas gives a very vague explantion- a video call with Ava Paige and bodies strung up and being tested on.

That's all you guys need to start your escape.

"Come on, let's go!" You usher all the boys towards the vent, letting them go before you.

The Asian boy from before is last, hesitating for a second.

"Ladies first?" He says.

"Minho!" Someone from inside the vent shouts. "Not the shuckin' time, man!"

"Go," you tell him and he obeys. At least you know his name now.

Thomas somehow ends up leading the way as you all try to fight through the crawl space.

He breaks out into a corridor you don't recognise, the rest of you hot on his heels.

"Come on! Come on!" He ushers you towards him. "Okay, okay, let's go!"

"You guys go ahead, there's something I gotta do," Aris states and you look at him.

"What are you talking about?" Thomas steps towards him.

"Trust me, it's important. You guys wanna get outta here, right? Just go."

"I'll go with him," one boy offers.

"Okay, Winston, go! Go!" Thomas takes charge, and you learn another boy's name. "Come on!"

You hesitate, watching Aris start to take off, you go to follow him but Thomas grabs you. "You're with us, okay? Stay close."

You're reluctant, but you nod.

"You sure we can trust this kid?" Minho asks.

"You don't wanna know where we'd be without him," you're glad to hear that Thomas has faith in your friend.

You turn a corner, immediately bumping into the same doctor you saw earlier. You all freeze.

"What are you kids doing out?" She asks.

Then the sirens start blaring.

Which is enough of a hint, I suppose.

"Move," you demand, stepping forward and grabbing the doctor. She struggles, but you grab her wrist, twisting it behind her back and pushing her in front of you. "You're gonna show us how to get outta here."

The boys exchange looks once again. But, Minho smirks- he almost impressed at this point.

"Let's move."

The group starts the make their way down the halls.

"We gotta get Teresa." Thomas states.

"Who?" You question him. "Who is that?"

"A friend."

"A friend? Seriously? We- oh, finch it, I don't know who any of you guys are either."

"I'm Newt, if that helps." The blond says.

"Frypan."

You look at him. "You're called Frypan?"

"I'm-"

"Yes, I know who you are, Minho."

Rounding another corner, you're almost immediately met by gunshot. You're quick to retreat, letting go of Dr Crawford as she also ducks for cover.

"They're shooting at us!"

"No shit!"

You back away, running in the other direction when Minho suddenly stops.

"Minho!" Thomas yells. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Minho!" You yell as the boy starts charging in the direction of the shooter.

Just as he rounds the corner, Minho jumps, kneeing the guy in the chest and causing him to crash into the wall, knocking him out cold.

All of you, including Crawford, run over, staring at the guy on the floor in some kind of awe.

"Shit, Minho," Newt says and you snort.

"Not bad, stick," you grin at him, watching as he smiles himself, "not bad at all."

Thomas grabs the Launcher, using it to direct the doctor as you make your way to this girl you don't know.

"Dr. Crawford," a scientist says as you force her to pretend to open the door, only for Thomas to follow her and everyone go into a panic.

"Where is she? Where is she!" Thomas is pointing the gun at anyone and everyone as they put their hands on their heads.

He passes the gun to Minho as he rips away a curtain, revealing a girl.

"Get down!" Minho yells. "Get down, now!"

The scientists and doctors all get on the ground as Newt starts tying their hands together to deem them less of a threat.

"You're never gonna get away with this!" Doctor Crawford threatens.

"Yeah?" You scoff. "Watch us."

"Guys!" Frypan, who's watching the door shouts. "They're coming! Where do we go?!"

"Frypan! Move!" Newt pushes over a medical table, shoving it in front of the door just as it's nearly forced open.

"Get back!" Minho grabs your wrist, pulling you behind him along with his friends. "Get back!" He points the gun at the door, keeping you all protected. "Okay! We gotta get outta here! Where do we go?"

"Everybody stand back!" Thomas yells, picking up a chair and slamming it against the glass window, only for it to bounce off. "Newt! Help! Help!"

The boy grabs another chair. "Ready?"

At the same time, they smash the glass, sending shards scattering everywhere as you use your hand to shield your face.

"Go! Go! Go!"

It's a blur of action and yelling as you all try to climb out of the window.

"Hurry! Go!" Minho yells, lingering back before tossing the Launcher to Thomas and jumping over himself.

"Stay behind me," Thomas instructs you all as he opens the door, revealing another Guard.

Which he immediately shoots.

In a burst of sparks and electricity, the man hits the floor, his body seizing and twitching uncontrollably.

You're stunned for a second, but you recollect fairly quickly. Running past the guy, all of you break into a sprint, eager to escape as you near the exit.

"There it is!" Reaching the door, Thomas tries the key card, which denies access.

"Shit! Come on!" Thomas begs. "No, no, no!"

"Thomas!" You spin to see Janson making his way down the corridor. Handing you the key card, he raises his weapon, walking towards them.

"Open the door, Janson!" He yells.

"You really don't want me to."

"Open the damn door!"

"Listen to me!" The Rat Man snaps. "I'm trying to save your life. The Maze is one thing, but you kids won't last a day out in the Scorch. If the elements don't kill you, the Cranks will. Thomas, you have to believe me. I only want what's best for you."

"Yeah, let me guess, WCKD is good?"

Whilst this exchange is going down, you're desperately trying to open the door. Both Newt and Minho stand by your sides, pushing and grabbing at the door to see if that does anything.

"You're not getting through that door, Thomas."

As if the Gods themselves were listening, the key pan suddenly lights up green. Whirring as it rises, it reveals Aris and Winston standing there.

"Hey, guys," Aris says and relief washes over you.

"You crazy bastard," you laugh. "Come on!"

"Thomas! Come on! Let's go!" Newt yells.

Thomas starts shooting, the amo quickly running out, so he launches the weapon towards them.

Janson barks orders down his radio and the door starts to quick close.

You all start to yell words of encouragement, pushing Thomas as he starts to bolt towards the door. He hits the floor, sliding aross the mouth surface as he slips under it.

"Move! Move!" Aris slams a pipe into the pad, breaking it as the rest of you grab as many supplies from nearby as possible.

You're in some kind of warehouse area, all of you sprinting towards another set of giant doors; WCKD personnel flooding from all areas.

You reach them first, pulling on a handle and having to cover your face from flying sand as they open.

Running out into the desert, all you can do is tell each other to keep moving, and that you'll lose them in the storm. It's dark and windy and hard to run.

Following the girl, she finds a building buried in the sand, and you're the first to following as you slip into the shelter.

Eventually, you all have a moment to catch your breaths, using a flashlight to illuminate your new surroundings.

You're too busy examining to listen to Thomas' full explanation and the Gladers' arguing.

Eventually, they come up with some plan to find the Right Arm and you find footsteps.

You start moving, deciding to stay close to Minho because he has the best light source.

"You were pretty good back there," you attempt to make some light-hearted conversation since you just risked your life with this kid.

"Yeah? You weren't so bad yourself." You chuckle, accepting his compliment. "I, uh, I never caught your name."

"What? Tommy-boy didn't tell you?" You raise an eyebrow and Minho shakes his head.

Even in the dark, it's easy to see how attractive the boy is. He's well built and effortlessly charming. And impressive from the stunts he pulled before.

You might just develop a crush on this kid.

"(Y/N)."

He hums in response. "I like it; (Y/N), really rolls off the tongue."

You roll your eyes, but hearing him say your name does make you feel a typa way.

The feeling is mutual, too. Bold and quick-thinking, but also caring and easy to talk to. Not to mention you're easily the most attractive girl Minho has seen (which isn't many but that's not the point.)

"Minho! Quit flirting with the new girl and give us a hand!" Newt shouts, making you try to repress a smirk.

"I wasn't flirting!" Even in the dim light, you can see Minho's reddened expression.

"Sure, you weren't!"

Confident and smooth, but easily flustered.

Good to know.

He turns to you. "I wasn't flirting."

You grin. "Uh-huh."

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out and he ends up looking like a fish out of water.

You snort. "Yanno, you can flirt with me, if ya want to. I don't mind." You playfully wink at him, unsure if he can even see it before you jog off, catching up to your friend.

He watches as you throw an arm over Aris' shoulder before he puts an arm around your back.

Minho stands there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat before dropping his head and shaking it to himself.

"Okay, lover boy, c'mon," Thomas says, having watched the whole exchange, "you're with me."

"Shut up, shank," Minho playfully pushes his friend, "don't you wanna be with your girlfriend, anyway?"

"I should be asking you that." Minho rolls his eyes.

But he smirks.

Yeah, okay, maybe he likes you. After all, you can't really nearly die with a hot girl without catching feelings, can you?

Okay, so, not quite as good as some of my other pieces and there's barely any romance, but that tends to happen with my pieces that I have to pull the movie up for lol.

Maybe a part 2 is in order again? Well, you guys will have to let me know about that.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[lovelykil]

do you think you could do any Kyle X reader with him acting like a rich asshole cuz that lawyer nepotism says so 💕💕💕

「 kyle, the asshole 」

cw; asshole!!!!!!!!!!!

note; okay to be honest I literally know nothing about courtrooms and legal systems, which is kinda bad if you think about so don't think about bc literally most people don't know either so 🤔 🥰..

"AND that your honor, is why this man needs to be locked up behind bars, death sentence maybe, and never to be heard from again!" The jew smacked his hands down on the table after pointing at the arraignment then folded his hands to his chest.

The criminals lawyer looked at its person to defend as he stared back in shock, the lawyer gulped messing with his piles of papers and stood up.

"Your honor if I may-"

"I believe this has been decided, the crime that Leopold Butters Stotch was a heinous one and he shall pay."

"But your honor!"

"Oh shut up Bradley!" Kyle roared, looking to the side of him. You sunk in your seat with a low groan.

"Mr Scotch!"

"So I'm gonna get a death sentence?"

"In agreement with the jury, and the judge, you sir are announced guilty for the crime of public In decency, pulling out your penis where it shan't belong. Have you no shame! And at a school!? Are you mad?" The judge uses her gravel to bang on the desk, shaking her head in disappointment.

"oh.. hamburgers."

"Case closed, now everyone go home!"

The people in their seats watching the situation fold out finally sit up and walk their way out, chit chatting amongst their peers.

You rub your head in disbelief as Kyle puts his own papers in his folder with a unbothered smile.

"Butters wasn't even the one who did it Kyle!" You hissed, putting down your hands. Kyle shook his head and laughed.

"Of course he did, he's blonde, male, and a whiney bitch just as you described when you came to me for this case."

"That's not at all what I said and you know it!"

"Awh don't get to mad love, you'll mess up your pretty face that I adore." He patted you on the head with a smile.

Your teeth grinded, as your eye twitched.

"Just because you now have all this money doesn't mean you get to be an asshole and accuse OUR friends of something they did not OBVIOUSLY do."

"Butters a friend? Since when? Love it's been 20 years. I barely even remember that man." Kyle looked at you still with a unfazed smirk. You rolled your eyes and groaned.

You sat up, pushed your chair in and grabbed your things.

"YOU are going to catch the right man who did this and get butters out of jail!" With a angry finger you shouted, poking him in the chest before rushing out of the courtroom with the clank of your heels.

"I already caught the man who did the crime?" He rushed out of the room as well, yelling.

You shook your head, shutting your eyes in frustration. You swung open the doors hitting Kyle in the face as it closed quickly.

Your heels clanked with every fast step you took, feeling all the raw angry, disappointment and sad emotions as you walked hard on the ground.

"Sweetheart cmon don't be like that we won the case? What is there to be mad about!"

"Take me home! Just take me home.." You stopped in your tracks, letting out a long distressed sigh. Kyle walked over to you shortly after, putting an arm around your waist.

"What's wrong baby tell me? Cmon use your words love." He looked into your eyes, as you tried to avoid his.

You leaned away in his grasp, your eyes rolling with a head shake.

He kept persisting, pushing, touching.. negotiating?

"If you tell me what's wrong I'll give you money to get your nails, and hair done. Maybe you'll feel better and not be a whiney bitch after that, huh? He let go of you to grab his wallet.

For a second you lit up, a spa day would be so great.. and he always has the money..

You watched as he pulled out a large sum of money, your mouth hanging low in fascination. Greed pulling you in. The way he counted those bills made you bite your lip.

He took a glimpse at you, seeing you practically drooling over the sum of money in his hands. He smirked knowing this would always work and get you to shut up.

"Ohh, you like that don't you?" He whispered, shoving the wallet in his pocket. You nodded slowly, completely hypnotized by his old ways.

"That's what I thought, now take this and I'll drive you to a spa for my pretty girl." He smiled, passing you the money. As you held his dirty money in your hands you were ecstatic but the realization came closing in, you blinked.

"No.."

"No?"

"Ugh! No! Take your money I don't want it." You shoved his money into his fancy suit, watching the bills drop to the ground.

He panicked, quickly picking up the bills.

"Hey what's your deal!? Some homeless person could've stolen my precious paper money!"

"You know what's my deal? You. I'm so sick of being with you! Money has just taken over your life and you're such a fucking dick now Kyle. I mean shit, you used to actually want to spend quality time with me but now all you do is shove money in my face and walk away!" Your throat burned, your eyes watered. After so many years you blurted out the things you've wanted to say.

Kyle looked at you in shock, his expression confused as ever.

You rolled your eyes again, expecting this. You walked towards him slowly.

"I missed when you didn't become a lawyer, sure I cheered you on but nothing would have ever prepared me to be with such an asshole." You whispered, your tone grew cold filled with hurt.

He stared down at you, still completely in awe.

"I miss having you as my friend Kyle. I miss you."

[grey-sides]

Prompt:

Steve stood their bewildered, eyes wide "is that..."

Billy quickly hid the magazines filled with men's naked bodies under his bed. He had a least 4 magazines sitting on his bed before king Steve showed up. (Billy likes variety)

"How was I supposed to know you were going to show up at my house it 3am? You can't just show up here after a night if drinking and expect to talk? I told you I had something to tell you. I didnt mean it 3am on a Thursday." Billy couldn't meet Steve's eyes. Staring at the ground, fearing what face he would see when he looks up. Would Steve leave? Would Steve be ok with all this? This is NOT how the "hey I kinda like you alot and wanna suck you off" talk should have gone. BUT here they were.

"Billy... Do you like guys?"

Hope this is ok 💀💀

In all honesty, Billy maybe should have realized that obviously Steve also liked guys if he was showing up at 3AM to talk to him. Because Steve had been drinking and his first thought had been to show up here.

He rose from his bed and put his hands out to shove Steve back, towards the window he had entered through.

"Get out," he snapped, focused only on making sure his dad wasn't woken up.

"Wait." Steve curled his left hand around Billy's right wrist and stared at him. He dropped his voice then, to a whisper, over exaggerated but quiet enough. "You- where did you get those?"

Billy glanced over his shoulder at the pile of pornos and sighed deeply. "I brought them with me, from California."

Steve nodded, darting his eyes back to Billy's face. "But you do- like guys?"

"You tell anyone and I'll fucking kill you, I will," Billy snapped, voice cold and low.

Steve held up his hands and shook his head. "I won't. Don't really have anyone to tell anyway."

"Yeah well, don't get any ideas about making friends to tell."

Steve shook his head again, eyes wide while he studied Billy's face. "Missed you tonight."

"No you fucking didn't." Billy pushed away from Steve to shove the magazines back under his mattress. Whatever heat he had going on was cooling now. "You should go home."

Steve crossed the room, surprisingly silent and sunk a knee into Billy's bed. "Don't wanna."

Billy looked him over, raising his brows. "And why's that?"

"Wanted to talk to you."

"It's three in the morning, time for sleep, not for talking."

Steve frowned a bit and rolled onto his back, legs hanging over the edge of the bed so his shoes were touching the floor. Like it was a reflex taught by his mother- no shoes on the bed. "How did you figure it out?"

Billy knew what he was talking about, but he decided to make Steve say it anyway. "What?"

"That you like guys?"

Billy sighed and dragged a hand over his face. Neil slept on the other side of the house, he wasn't going to hear them. "How did you figure out you like girls?"

Steve shrugged, making a face like he had never really thought about it. "Just did."

"Me too."

Steve stared back at him, eyes roving over his face. He chewed on his cheek and sighed. "Can I kiss you?"

Billy's cheeks flushed and he shook his head. "No, not when you're drunk like that."

Steve frowned deeply and put his arms above his head. "Think I want to though."

Billy knew he should kick Steve out, make him walk home, but it was late and probably cold. He knew it was cold from Steve's hand around his wrist. And Steve was drunk, so Billy couldn't even guarantee he would make it home.

Billy sighed, mourning for a bit the orgasm he had planned for the evening. He laid back on his bed and reached out to turn off his lamp.

Steve made a soft sound, so Billy sat up to reach down and tug his sneakers off. He dropped them onto the floor and rolled onto his side. "Billy?" Steve whispered.

Billy curled in close to Steve and took a breath. "Then stay. And sober up."

Steve reached for one of his hands and Billy let him. It could all fall to shit in the morning, but he had long since learned to let things come as they went. So he squeezed Steve's cold hand and let himself relax.

(Thank you so much for this prompt!! I hope you enjoy it!)

[lady-pug]

while I'm alone and blue as can be

Chapter III of Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: You’d been feeling tired, even in the Dreaming. You’d wake up even more tired than when you went to bed. Why couldn’t you just stay there? Stay there forever and forget all your problems back home? Maybe if you asked Dream he’d let you stay. That would be nice.

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: allusions to depression and wanting to give up, descriptions of almost drowning (if that’s something you’re uncomfortable with, or you feel could be potentially triggering to you, please feel free to skip this part)

Notes: I really liked writing this part, even though it's kinda dark and heavy. Again, please please, for your own comfort and safety, heed the warnings above.

I’m finally gonna catch a break, so I intend to have the next part out by the end of next week, at the latest by the end of the month (I’m super motivated to keep this promise).

Anyway, I really really hope you, whoever is reading this, enjoys this part of the story, and thank you so much for the lovely feedback this story has received.

(I also just remembered the existence of the word ‘perhaps’ while writing this at 1 am., so thank you sleep deprived brain).

Reader's gender not specified

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The sky was completely dark when you arrived. Clouds were hiding the soft blue hue you had grown accustomed to, only a sliver of moonlight escaping through them. 

How fitting, you thought. 

It had been an awful day. Actually it had been an awful couple of months as of late. Many terrible things had happened to you, too many to count actually. Your financial situation was awful, your job having let you go under the guise of a budget cut. Some people you cared about had walked away from your life; you could agree you hadn’t handled the situation in the best of ways and now you didn’t know how to fix things. And the straw that finally broke the camel’s back was a sudden loss in the family, a relative you were very close with as a kid, and you couldn’t even mourn them properly as you couldn’t afford to travel all the way to your hometown right now.

Your only respite through all of this was this place. This little quaint town in the Dreaming. The café owner was lovely as always, often offering you a cup of coffee (which you always declined, given the fact that you probably couldn’t taste it). The old man at the bar still winked at you when you walked past him. It was strangely calming being here. 

After your encounter with Lucienne and Dream, you now knew where you were. Knowing made you feel safer, comfortable. You even started seeing Mervyn walking around, although he was usually a little bit rude to you. Being here felt cozy, like a breath of fresh air after an incredibly long day. You often longed for the day to end, so you could finally go to bed, fall asleep and come here, leaving all your responsibilities and problems behind for a few hours.

But in the past few days even that hadn’t been enough.

You’d been feeling tired, even here. You’d wake up even more tired than when you went to bed, to the point your eyes started to look slightly sunk in.

Why couldn’t you just stay here? Stay here forever and forget all your problems back home? 

Home.

It didn’t feel like a home. Not anymore. This place felt more like a home than anything else. Maybe if you asked Dream he’d let you stay here. Perhaps Lucienne could help you get a hold of him so you could ask. That would be nice.

With a heavy sigh you decided to take a walk. Long walks usually helped you calm your mind and left you feeling better afterwards. Giving the lady at the café a small nod in passing, her usual beaming face crumpled in a concerned frown, you set off towards the riverbank. Right as you arrived at the edge of the low stone wall that separated the town from the shore below, an idea struck you.

Toeing off your shoes, you carefully, ever so slowly, sat down on the wall, the hard rocks digging into the skin of your thighs over your clothes, and jumped down the small distance onto the sand. It was still warm from where the sun had probably shone onto it. Strangely, in all the months you had been coming here, you’d never caught this place in the daytime. You could bet it was beautiful, maybe just as beautiful as during nighttime. Maybe an afternoon nap was the solution.

As the sand seeped in between your toes, you set off on your track through the shore, the water a short distance away from you, softly lapping at the damp sand. It was a nice feeling, the cool breeze licking your skin as you walked.

You walked. And walked. And walked. Until you stopped. Abruptly coming to a halt on the sand, you paused your walk, noticing something just on the edge of your vision. Turning your head in search of it, you finally noticed what had caught your attention. An old wooden bench sat facing the river, its backrest almost touching the stone wall. Come to think of it, you were actually quite tired, probably having been worn down by your endless walking (or not, as you were already tired when you got here earlier). You slowly walked over to the bench, running a hand over the damp wood, before sitting down.

As you breathed in deeply, you let your weight sink down on the bench. This is nice, you thought, staring at the water ahead of you as your eyes slowly lost focus. Maybe I can stay here from now on. Maybe I can just… exist.

You had no idea how long you sat there, could have been minutes, could have been hours, you weren’t sure. You simply existed in that moment. 

“Hey!” a voice called from your left, one you recognized belonged to Mervyn, but you didn’t really have it in you to see what he wanted right now “What are you doing here?” he asked as he walked closer to where you were sitting.

You only shrugged, as you didn’t have an answer for that.

“Amanda told Matthew who then told me that you looked a little down in the dumps today. So I came to ensure that you weren’t up to no good and causing trouble.” he chuckled at himself, amusement filling his voice as he joked at your expense.

When you didn’t answer yet again, he stepped closer again.

“Are you oka- woah.” he ran up to you, his voice acquiring a worried tune “When did those get there?”

Your eyes followed where his finger was pointing, all the way down to your feet, and that’s when you noticed. Vines- no, roots were wrapped around your ankles, slowly crawling their way up your leg. Only now were you noticing the small pressure on your skin, but it wasn’t painful. It was barely uncomfortable either. If you had to describe it, you’d say it was almost… welcoming.

“Let’s get this off, shall we?” Mervyn smiled awkwardly at you, his smile crooked in concern as he lowered himself to his knees and started trying to remove the roots from you. His gloved fingers tried to rip the roots away from you, but they only kept growing more.

A rumbling sound caught his attention, making him snap his head to look at the water, which he now noticed was rising, and rising fast.

“Uh-oh.” he gulped, jumping to his feet “That’s not supposed to happen.” he mumbled to himself “I’ll go get help, okay? I’ll come back with someone who can help.” he exclaimed as he walked away.

As you watched the water climbing through the shore, slowly coming towards you, one thought crossed your mind.

No one can help.

The roots were already past your knees by the time the water reached you, soaking your bare feet. As the roots held you in place, the water level started rising, covering first your shins, then your bent knees, then your waist. You didn’t have the energy to fight it, nor to try and escape, so you just let the water engulf you. 

The temperature of the water felt nice against your skin as it kept going up, up, up. By the time it hit your chin you weren’t thinking much of anything really, content on just letting go. Once the water was over your nose, you closed your eyes.

Just as the water was about to submerge you fully, you felt something, akin to a giant hand, grab the back of your shirt. The roots, which had been curled tightly around your legs, finally loosened, breaking as you were pulled out of the water and onto the street over the stone wall.

Coughing, you spit out some of the water that had managed to infiltrate your lungs. As you laid on the cobblestone path, you turned your head to stare at your savior, your eyes making contact with the hem of a black overcoat. 

“Why did-” you wheezed as he helped you sit up, your legs dangling from the wall. The water was back in its original place, as if nothing had ever happened, and the bench was gone. “Why did you do that?”

Dream eyed you with disbelief as he sat down next to you. The way he looked at you, as if you were crazy to ever ask such a question, made you feel truly seen for the first time in a long while.

“You didn’t finish your book.” 

That… was not what you were expecting. 

“To be honest you barely even started it.” he smiled the most discreet of grins, like he was teasing you.

“What?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“You need to finish writing your book.”

You deflated.

“I don’t need to.” you shrugged, your wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body “You already have a finished copy in your castle’s library.”

He turned his eyes to stare at the river ahead, avoiding your gaze.

“Perhaps.” it was his turn to shrug “But others don’t.” 

He turned back to look at you, his light eyes so full of warmth as he smiled, actually smiled, at you.

“Go back. Tell your story.” his hand fleetingly brushed against yours “You still have so much ahead of you.”

A warm, tightening feeling started growing in your chest. You had a feeling he wasn’t talking only about the book.

He stood up, dusting himself off, before offering you a hand to pull you up as well, which you promptly accepted. As he was about to snap his fingers, which you knew would send you back, you quickly held onto his opposite wrist.

“Wait!” he paused, his eyes searching your own with barely concealed concern “Will I see you again?”

At your question, he smiled one again, hand sliding up to intertwine his fingers with your yours.

“If you wish.”

He waited until you smiled at him in confirmation, his hand squeezing yours briefly, before he snapped his fingers.

As you sat up in bed, you quickly threw the sheets aside and practically stumbled over to your desk, turning your computer on, inspiration running hot through your veins, and immediately started typing.

[echantedtoon]

Friskriel Week Day 4

Day 4: First Kiss

"How could you do something like this?"

Now some could consider this kind of question to be harsh, but the calmness of the voice chased away any thought of that happening. The vibrant yellow eyes looked over the state of the pale looking girl lying down on the mattres beside him. The lady sheepishly smiled and sorta sunk down deeper into the fluffy blankets surrounding her. Even if she didn't have awet towel on her forward or pale cheeks hed still be concerned about her, it was just a habit of his. He couldn't help it-

"I mean-...It was just a little rain-"

He scoffed. "A little? Frisk-" He gestered to the bed. "You got a fever and sound like a walrus drowning in quick sand. Thank goodness you had cold medicne." She gave off a nervous chuckle that ending in another round of coughing and him raising an eyebrow."My point proven."

"I-I...was only trying to help."

The guilt and puppy eyes she naturally gave off whenever she thought anyone was upset with her made him suck in a breif inhale of air. It was hard to be mad at her in general.....but the things she got herself into! He sometimes wondered how she could do these things but he guessed it came from her naturally caring personality. It was both a blessing and a curse.

"I-I really d-didnt mean to- *cough* get s-s-sick." She attempted to give off a bigger smile which ending in more coughing.

She would admit it now, it was kinda a dumb idea trying to bring in supplies while it was raining like crazy. She was only trying to help restock really low supplies, but no good deed goes unpunished down here I guess.

The goat monster sighed and reached up his hands to rub the end of his nose. "Well...hopefully you'll get better in no time."

"Yeah...Temmie offered to help with some things-" The small growl that came from the deer made her stop for a moment.

"Trust me when I say that i am quite capable of helping you much for efficiently than a fake-love struck pup. The last thing you need is him nagging you as you're trying to recover-"

He paused when he felt something grab his arm and when he looked down, the sight of a smiling human holding his arm with a gentle grip. He sorta froze at the gesture and slightly widened his eyes.

"I know...and-" Her hand slowly came up to cup the other side of his face. Still frozen as still as a statue, it was easy for her to lean him over from his sitting position on the bed side and gently placed a quick peck on his cheek."Thank you."

In an instant his cheeks blew up a bright pink across his face and after a few seconds his brain seemed to finally restart when he quickly leaned back up into a sit up position.

"Of Course." His voice came out in a strange sqeauky pitched voice. "If You Need anything, Im happy to help!"

"W-Well...Another b-blanket wouldn't hurt."

The speed at which he stood up and starting to the door wasn't surprising. "YeS! B-b-BE Back s-SHORTly!"

"Oh....ok."

She sat there and watched as the flustered goat made his way out of the room and into the hallway outside. Waiting herself for a few moments before slowly laying back down into her bed, slowly reality caught up and as before she dipped down into the blankets but this time covering her whole face and making a small whine sound.

She really had it bad didnt she?

-10 minutes later-

Hesitant steps came down the hallway back down towards the bedroom. A blanket resting under one arm. The footsteps soon stopped in front of one door on the right and the boy paused. It took a moment before he was able to reach a hand up to knock on the door.

"Frisk?", a voice forced out almost a whisper. No one answered so he knocked again a bit louder. ...Still nothing. So he gently grabbed ahold of the door knob and turned. "Frisk? I-I brought the extra blanket you-"

"....Oh."

The dark room made it hard to see but he could make out the sleeping figure over in the corner. Her chest rose and fell slowly in her sleep and a smile was present on her sleeping face. He hesitated for a moment, but decided it was best to keep his promise of getting her the extra blanket she asked for. So slowly stepping in, he gently closed the door behind him with a soft click-

He froze when she made a groaning noise but she didnt wake up, only buried her head halfway under the blanket. He sighed in releif before silently walking up to the bed, taking the blanket in both hands he flung it out. Then over the bed in the air. It gently floated down until it drapped over her sleeping form.

He stared down at the sleeping form of her for a moment, before gently smoothing the wrinkles out from the covers-

".....Asriel?"

He froze. .....Slowly his eyes shifted up towards the bedframe. A pair of brown eyes blinked back up sloppily at him, wild brown bed head around her face.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh. I..Uh-" He quickly pulled himself away from the bed embarrassed and cleared his throat. "I-I-I was just delivering t-the blanket you wanted. *ahem* ....I-Im sorry if I woke you."

She blinked at him for a moment, before shifting her eyes down to her body. Indeed a new blanket was over her. .....She then looked back to him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

"It's ok. I don't mind."

"I- uh-....." God he could feel his cheeks growing more pink by the second. Her eyes and smiled always seemed to make him weak in the knees. Luckily he new exactly what to do- "W-Well I-I-Ill let you get back to sleep-"

He froze when something grabbed his hand. He soon found out what when Frisk, now slightly sitting up in bed pulled him back a little more.

"Um- Hey. W-Would you mind if we-..." Her eyes shifted to the side. Wait. Did she sound nervous? "Cu-.. Cuddle? Y-Yknow. J-Just as friends! I-Im s-still pretty cold from the rain and I thought- ..."

"Uuuuhh-" His eyes went back to them still holding hands.

" I-I mean. I-Its ok if y-you don't want to. " She let go of his hand-

"What?! NO NO!" She froze when he regrabbed her hand and looked back into his eyes. He seemed to freeze for a moment himself. "I-....I mean I d-don't mind it. I just...Im not sure if you would want to."

...She smiled. "Well I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't ok."

"Oh. W-Well...Who am I t-t-to deny a request from a friend?"

She smiled again, before shifting over to make room for another, patting the spot next to her. He hesitated for a moment but gulped down what worries he had left and slowly lifted the blankets, before climbing in. He sat there for a moment un sure, but his face lit up like a million christmas lights when he felt Frisk reassuringly huddle up against his side. He swallowed, hard, before allowing himself to lay back and lay a shaking arm around her. In response she shifted to lay into him more and sighed in comfort.

It looked like she wasn't the only one who had it bad. Frisk was getting more and more tired by the second but decided to be polite in her heavily sleeping state and sat back up making him look at her.

"Asriel?"

"Y-Yes- HMPH!!"

"Thank you."

Blurred by her sleep. Frisk mistakingly gave him a peck on the lips instead of the cheek but she didn't notice as she laid back down against him as he just sat there long ears and face jaw dropped and a bright pretty pink color.

[firawren]

Fierce & Feisty Friday

Rules: Post a snippet from one of your fics (can be published or WIP) featuring a fierce and/or feisty character this Friday or next, then tag some people so they can share, too! (Feel free to use the banner if you want!)

In honor of Frozen Smut Week just around the corner, post a snippet from something you'll be posting that week!

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This snippet comes from my upcoming still-to-be-titled fic to be posted on or before March 27th for Day Pearl of Frozen Smut Week.

Summary: Anna and Kristoff are having a day to themselves at his cabin in the woods when things get a bit messy. She ends up wearing his sweater and he ends up topless. They've fooled around with their hands in the past, but not done anything else, yet.

Leading into this snippet, they're sitting back to back, and Anna just offered Kristoff a hand job. He said no.

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Anna's heart sunk at the rejection, her blood going cold. "You don't want me?" she said quietly.

He heard the hurt in her voice and had to stop himself from turning around to hug her. "No! I mean, that's not it at all, Anna. It's the opposite! Here, give me your hand." He reached a hand behind him, and Anna slipped hers into it. He gave it a squeeze.

"I don't understand," she said, her voice still small.

"The problem's not that I don't want you, it's that I want you so much. I want you so much it's crazy. But I don’t want to, y'know, take things further than you're comfortable with."

"I still don't get it," she said, starting to sound a little frustrated now. "I offered, so why wouldn't I be comfortable doing it?"

"Because if you touched me right now, looking like you do right now, I would want to do a lot more than just touch."

"Oh." Anna felt a flutter low in her belly as she realized what he meant. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well…why do you think I don't want to do that?"

"I mean, you didn't want me even looking at your thighs."

She snorted. "I was joking."

"But then why'd you agree that we should turn around and not look at each other?"

"I thought you didn't want me ogling you any more. You seemed kinda uncomfortable being half dressed."

"Because you seemed kinda uncomfortable!"

Anna made a frustrated sound. "Okay, this is so dumb. I'm fine with you looking at me; are you fine with me looking at you?"

"Yes," he replied, sounding almost wary.

"Good," she said briskly, then dropped his hand and crawled around him to kneel in front of him.

His breath caught at seeing her again in that goddamn sweater. Kneeling made it ride up close to her hips, and he stared at those slivers of thigh over her stockings again. Her gaze swept over his bare chest, then she raised hooded eyes to his face to smile at him.

"I'm fine with you touching me; are you fine with me touching you?" Her voice was lower now, in pitch and volume. She smoothed her hands down her thighs. His fingers twitched, and his cock, which had softened while they talked, started to come back to life.

Kristoff swallowed hard. "Yes."

"And I'm fine with doing…more. Are you fine with doing more?" Her voice was so quiet now, and her eyes and smile had a dark edge to them.

"Yes," he managed to whisper before he clapped a hand behind Anna's neck and pulled her to his mouth.

[dollfaceksj]

okay clover, im finally out of work & ready to give my review/analysis. but beforrrree that, I can totally relate to that anon with being delulu & thinking yk who I am by my typing style and because I was kinda the first to start these long ass analysis💀i am humbled now bcs your inbox is flooded. BUT OKAYYY back to it ! as you may or may not know tehe im a slut for angst so I actually loved this chapter don’t kill me guys, different strokes for different folks ig .. I haveeee to compliment you on the way you write because as soon as I started reading the first few sentences, my heart sunk & I literally felt everything oc was feeling. It was so descriptive & literally just so well written! But once I realized how angry Tae was omggg was I scared for oc. I can understand the betrayal tae feels but I think he went overboard with airing her business out like that! I’m not sure if he aired both their business out like that with the intention of doing it so they break it off. I feel like he knows them both well enough to know that this could possibly end them. Both pieces of information was extremely personal and really hurtful/harmful to what they’re in the process of building. I don’t want to think tae would sink that low but in the heat of the moment, nothings off limits. I understand & sort of sympathize with Tae because when I get mad I say some pretty shitty things too (im working on it!) im not saying it’s okay AT ALL what he did, but I can understand it! I was wondering when you wrote “but Taehyung loves you. He grew up with you. He knows you like the back of his hand. You're family and there's nothing that will change that. He'd do it again in a heartbeat.” Was this her thoughts or was it Tae’s, would he actually do it all again? Because if yes :( if no :((. Also "Who do you think will get the blame when you suddenly start slacking with your grades because you're getting fucked over by some guy?" OMGG did this go everyone’s head!! Like why didn’t jk say anything?? Like i get if he would’ve said something he could’ve just made Tae blow up even more .. but like he basically said you’re gonna fuck her over & you didn’t defend yourself, you had no rebuttal.. so is it because Tae’s right??!? OMGOMGN THIS MAY BE ME JUST OVER REACTING BUT also 👀👀👀. Then he drops the whole pregnancy thing !!!!! That was shitty asf tae, that was not your business to tell! Honestly oc stronger than me because the whole situation was emotional asf & I would’ve broke down as soon as Tae raised his voice at me & looked at me with disappointment in his eyes :( I couldn’t take it :((( the timing was terrible too, oc lowkey initiated the whole going raw thing so I could understand if Jk’s view changes towards her a bit. It does look bad on oc’s part. The whole “oc’s a slut” thing is a big nono bcs it’s life shit happens. Is she irresponsible, reckless & impulsive? Yes. A slut ? No. Also I’d like to point out, we don’t know oc’s entire pov of what actually happened, only Tae’s angry spew of words. For all we know she could’ve been doing it with someone she was really in love with. Also, cumming in someone & wanting someone to cum inside you is a big kink, maybe she got carried away. She’s young okay. Let’s take it easy on her! Even though part of me is saying “oc bitch come on girl!! Twice?? & you’re still at it with your risky games? bffr!!” From Taehyungs perspective I feel like he’s being really misunderstood! What oc did is really fucked up, because yeah him & jk are close but him & her are closer! They’re practically family! He literally gave up his dream school for her, he loves & protects her! If shit goes left it’s not her thatll get yelled at, it’s him .. by BOTH sets of parents. Because he was her responsibility. If I was oc I would literally go in a depressive state bcs, now all I would think about is “does Tae hate me? Does he regret what he did for me? Am I a burden? Did I ruin his life?” Shit is just really sad :(! (Omg it got long again, hold of 1/?)

wow! im so impressed with your analysis! i really read this with a cold drink in my hand like i was reading the morning news paper lmaoooo

to answer some of your questions: 1. who thought "tae would do it all over again" it isn't either of them thinking this. it is my input as the author, it's canon and it's true to what tae would do. he would

2. i understand why you would think that about the fucking over part and why jungkook didn't defend himself, but it was more of a way if jungkook said he wasn't fucking her over or trying to, tae would be confused cause its jungkook and he's known for fucking around so he might've made the connection that they weren't just messing around but that there were romantic feelings involved and he wasn't sure how tae would take that, especially with the mia thing

3. yeah. i tried foreshadowing y/n's strict parents by her being reckless and enjoying her freedom as much as she does. you know what they say, strict parents raise sneaky children

i'll go read your other half now!

[lightning-writes]

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 5/30

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fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy

chapter summary: he's not ready to talk (alternatively: bucky's dark side isn't so dormant)

word count: 508

tags: dark!bucky (kinda), post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au

warnings: character death mentioned/alluded

AO3 MASTERLIST X

September 30

A week after the coffee shop run in, Bucky has the rare chance to see the receptionists switch off. Since he’d returned from Europe, he noticed there’s only one receptionist at the desk instead of two. 

Rue is already sitting at the desk while the other receptionist, Delilah, leans over her. They discuss their business in hushed tones, too low for him to hear.

(Delilah and Rue look very similar – dark features, full figured – but he knew Delilah knew who he had been… and she is afraid of him.)

He notices how close their faces are to one another. He notices Rue’s rapt attention on the other woman, eyes falling to Delilah’s mouth more than once.

(When he realizes the implications, his face is warm.)

Before he can look away, Rue catches him - and she winks.

////

Bucky’s sessions with Raynor have been quiet.

When he started sessions, before Steve’s death, he tried. He bought a journal. He gave Raynor some information about his time as the Winter Soldier. He started to open up, and he did the work.

Now, Bucky stares out the window. At nothing in particular. Raynor waits for his responses, which are few and far between. He knows these sessions are a condition of his pardon. He knows that he’s supposed to be working through the crimes he’s committed, to prove to the State that he’s sorry and that he’s changed.

(But what if he hasn’t.)

He has complex feelings. He’s brimming with guilt. It’s not like he can deny his actions – he remembers every face. Details blur together, but the fear in people’s eyes, even when they put on a brave face, haunts him. He used to compulsively write their names over and over and over again, ink bleeding through pages, but Raynor made him burn those journals.

More importantly, there’s no reason to talk about it – other than he “has to”. Talking won’t bring people back or mend the hearts of those who lost someone. It won’t heal him, like she’d like him to think. All it will do is drudge these feelings from the depths where he buried them, bubble them up to the surface, and… he’ll drown. He’s barely keeping afloat right now.

(Steve was his raft, but now, even he’s sunk.)

Bucky isn’t trying to be difficult when he doesn’t speak. The weight of his feelings crushes his chest and caves in his voice.

“Bucky, in order for me to sign off–”

“I know,” he snaps. He feels his cold look fall on her. Her brief flash of fear.

(He wants to show her she’s right to fear him – flip tables, punch holes through the wall, grab her shoulders and shake her. But he doesn’t.)

“I know,” he concedes softly. “I know.”

He hears the click of her pen and its scratches against her notepad. It usually annoys him when she takes notes on him. She once told him when he doesn’t speak, she writes.

Today, he doesn’t care.

His eyes return outside, to the bird circling the sun.

[kikaikiga]

~ Wildmender [Demo] ~ EGX#22

“Unearth the past to protect the future. In Wildmender, you face the challenge of restoring the environment. Explore the landscape, revive withering plant life, cultivate your garden, and build a better world alone or with friends in 4-player online co-op”

Have you ever been so distracted with one particular part of a game that, even though you’ve sunk double digits worth of hours into it, you never actually progressed in the story? My worst culprit is Earthlock, where you have to grow your ammo and then harvest and tailor it. I accidentally lost 6 hours to wandering around my farm the first time I played - the other 30 or so after that were semi-intentional.

So what does this have to do with Wildmender? Well, it’s pretty much the next culprit of loosing hours in a game to one particular aspect – Farming/Gardening. Like Earthlock, you need to grow and restore plants to make a variety of items, however instead of ammo it’s edible exploring aids. You are also able to shape the ground around your home tree and, although this is meant for you to expand your limited water pool, there’s no way you give me a tree and water and don’t expect me to build a moat around it!

The general vibe of the game is kinda like Earthlock meets Zelda (if you haven’t played either you really should!) and I love it. You can spend your time growing your base and making things, or you can explore the world and find anything from Secluded towers to Friendly spirits. The best part – you’re not pressured into doing anything specific at any time. You wanna go fight the big purple balls of death and all that comes with it? Sure! You wanna farm your life away till you can’t farm any more? Great! That big purple ball will still be there ready and waiting for whenever you feel like you need to up the pace. You set your pace of play and the game pretty much works with you, however you feel like doing it. One thing I will say though – Don’t leave going adventuring too long, there’s a lot of nice shiny items out there waiting to be found!

Now, I only had access to the demo at EGX so didn’t get to experience the Co-op/Multiplayer aspect but, If they’ve done it right, I can easily see this being mine and Zane’s next chill game together. With that classic low poly indie graphic style and a really chill soundtrack, my ADHD has found it’s new happy place.

I can’t wait till Wildmender get’s it’s full release and definitely recommend picking it up when it’s available! I’ve never wanted to take a game home with me so much and I think I started to creep out the Kwalee guys with how much I was hovering around it (sorry about that!). If you love exploring and farming, this game is everything you need – Just remember your basic self-care when you go on those long farming stints – Eat, drink and pee!

[echo-of-sounds]

a feel good birthday

-Hound Dog x f!reader-

smut drabble for ryo's birthday

My laptop isn't working that well. I've tried to edit this as much as possible, but if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry. I hope it's still readable. Though, like, maybe ten people like Ryo enough for something like this.

Warnings: Daddy Dom, rimming, ball worship, domination/submission, degradation, and piss kink

“Are you sure you don’t want to do anything?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

Ryo said your name. You sighed his, plopping beside him on the couch. Thankfully, he didn’t have any extra work today, but staying home, watching Tv all evening, didn’t feel much like an exciting birthday bash.

“Why does it matter?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just want you to feel celebrated, and this is just kinda boring.” You shrugged, not really knowing how to word it.

He downed the rest of his beer, setting the bottle aside after. “I don’t need some stupid party to feel celebrated. I got enough annoying wishes at work. Right now, I don’t need anything else but drinks and you.” A hand found your waist, tugging you snug against him, almost on his lap.

Brushing aside his fluffy hair, you kissed his neck. Peach fuzz bristled your lips. His bare chest let all his body heat spread to you, chasing away the frosty night air. It worked better than tea or soup. And it gave you an idea.

You mumbled against his jaw, lightly sucking as you did, “Can I at least make you feel good tonight?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I dunno.”

“Gotta have something. You brought it up.”

Too lazy to pick up your lips and tongue, they dragged across his skin. His head tilted to the side for more access and more smooching. Your palm found his chest, feeling up the picture-perfect muscles.

He squeezed your side and droned, “I think you have an idea.”

“Maybe.” One thigh slid over his. Your fingers followed the thick, happy trail downward, pausing at his waistband. “Maybe I can take care of you today.” With his hands locking your hips in place, his thigh jolted up, sternly rubbing against your crotch. You breathed in sync with his frisking. Your voice waned, submitting faster than you wanted, “Daddy, I wanna… I wanna take care of you, Daddy. I can make you feel good, like you always make me feel.”

“You make me feel good all the time.”

“But I wanna be…”

Canines grazed your collar bone. His tongue came next, licking the divot, still grinding you over his thigh. You spoke between giggles and sighs, “Please…”

The motions cut short. Hands left your sides. The sudden stop sunk a chill into your body. You missed his hands and tongue. They belonged on you, holding and biting strong, marking his property. It felt-

No. You were supposed to be giving the pleasure right now. That was your job. And you were gonna do it.

Taking the release as a go-ahead, you stood, removing your shirt and shorts, showing off your breasts and panties. The nip in the air already got your nipples hard. He leered as you kneeled between his legs, never breaking eye contact while you grabbed his waistband and slid them and his underwear down.

His cock pulled your gaze. It was too beautiful not too: his shaft faintly throbbed, stirring to life; balls hung low; foreskin gathered; the tiniest drips of precum leaked. Not wanting it to go to waste, you kissed it, delighting in the familiar taste.

He gripped and pulled himself away from your mouth. “Your dumb baby brain can’t resist my cock, can it?”

“No.” His free hand scratched behind your ear. You leaned into the rough palm. It only ever brought pain with your permission. All other times, it was comforting and secure — even in the pain, it was comforting and secure.

You began by placing a few kisses on his thighs, cradling them as you did. They were muscular, easily able to crush a watermelon, and layered with dark hair, but you still treated them with patience and tenderness.

However, when your mouth closed in, you realized he never gave explicit permission. So you asked for it, “Can I, Daddy? Can I take care of you?”

“Yes, you can. You’re a good girl for asking again.” He held his cock out for you.

“Thank you,” you barely breathed before taking his head inside. Foreskin tickled your tongue. You played with it, pinching and pulling with your teeth, sometimes lovingly, sometimes a little meanly, earning you a hiss. You swirled your tongue around it, worming inside, loving the smells and tastes it brought and the sighs he made.

“You do love that, don’t you, baby?”

You nodded and hummed, your mouth too preoccupied with the toy to speak. Sadly, the more you nursed, the less you had to nurse with because his foreskin retracted, putting an end to your playing.

You just moved on to his balls, specifically under them. Thick musk and salt awaited a cleaning. And you moaned the second you got to taste it, snuggling close, licking along his raphe. Testicles shifted and loose skin rolled your tongue's persistence. Hairs clumped in your mouth. Saliva pooled, occasionally trickling down to his ass.

“Fuck. Stay just like that, little girl. That’s perfect.” Daddy blessed you with a lengthy, deep groan. You nested right where he said to, relishing in the delightful he made because of you. And you got to watch his face soften, cock pulse, and hand wander over his chest, amusing his nipples.

Enamored and absorbed, your thighs wedged together to lessen your clit’s neediness. You rested on his thigh, closed your eyes, and breathed him in, surrendering to your Daddy’s desires. Not that you’d ever complain. It was wonderful and so damn fulfilling.

Fingers grazed your temple. Soft compliments said his aroused, guttural tone fluttered your heart. “I hope you know how proud I am of you. You follow my rules, let me ruin you, and treat me so well.”

You whimpered, drinking in his contracting left testicle.

Time passed, filled with quiet sentiments, sharp suckling, and mounting arousal. Your jaw ached and knees cramped, but you wouldn’t complain. He and his luxury were more important.

The oral praise ended when he asked, “Does my little girl wanna make me happy?”

Spit clung to your lips as you released from his dark, pleased, pulsing balls. A lecherous fog started clogging your mind. You steadied yourself on his legs and breathed, “Yes, I do. I’d do anything for you.”

He repositioned. His cock bobbled like a treat. You had to physically resist the urge to latch on. But with his feet propped up on the coffee table and wide open thighs, you saw a better, tastier gift: his ass.

“Can I really?”

“That’s what it’s there for. Show me how much you love me.”

“Thank you. Thank you.” You scooted close, immediately kissing the pretty pink ring of muscles. Dark hair surrounded it, only barely clearing around him. But you didn’t care about the hair. If anything, it was an added pleasure as you licked the sensitive, vulnerable rim and carnal savors sunk into your taste buds.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s so good,” you wetly babbled. The more you lapped, the more you shuddered with excitement. Your tongue flatted along him, increasing in strength with each pass, but never pushing in. Balls hung, nearly laying on your forehead. Wrinkles grew plump. Spit lubed the area up nicely.

“Come on, get in there, baby. It’s all for you.”

You cupped his cheeks, using your thumbs to spread his little hole open. It took one potent lick to slick your tongue inside. At your throaty moan, muscles clinched. It goaded you deeper, lodging nice and tight against him, steeping both of you in drool and groans.

“Ah- Fuck. You dirty little girl. You like to act so cute and sweet out in public, but when I get you home, you just love sticking your tongue up my ass. Fuck.” His head dropped back, rasping and swearing, top lip rising to show his canines. Broad shoulders and his scarred chest moved in deep breaths. They looked too perfect, like they wanted your nails clawing and teeth gnawing at them. “That’s only for you. Only for my baby.”

‘Thank you,’ you thought, not wanting to pull away. Focusing on your new task, your eyes closed with a moan, feeling him clamp and rumble and grind against your face. Though, the tonguing quickly turned into sucking. He’d pucker once inside your imbibing lips, then purse, wanting to draw your tongue back inside.

You released with a delightful pop. You gently felt over the pulsing skin. “It doesn’t hurt when I suck, does it?”

“Not at all.”

“You taste so good, Daddy,” you lauded. “Thank you for letting me taste you. Thank you. Thank you.” You kissed him over and over, slurping and salivating.

The used skin fluttered, pinkening and puffing from your care. You gave the agitated area a break, pressing soft, sticky kisses to it. As you did, you cupped his cheeks again, rubbing over bulky muscles. Spit dampened his hair and clung to you. The sound made between your lips and him coursed down into your stomach, warming your panties. They squished against your calves, doubling the warmth and wetness.

The tempting, glistening skin pulled you back in. You lapped it clean before sucking again. But this time, you did it harder, fuller, covering the ring of clenching muscles with your mouth, nursing to your heart's content. The sipping pooled blood under skin, swelling and heating it twice over, and arousal into your limbs, making it near impossible to sit still.

Combined with the sucking and your tongue rushing inside, so many gorgeous groans charmed your ears. That’s all you wanted — that’s all you ever wanted — to please Daddy. It’s what you were good for.

Dark eyes caught yours. He grunted your name and you, begrudgingly, straightened. His thighs lowered, resting on either side of you again. One hand fisted into your hair, commanding but not painful. The other used its thumb to grab your bottom lip. “Open.”

You listened. His tongue barged inside, clearly wanting to taste exactly what you did. Only after frisking your entire mouth did he pull away, leaving plenty of his saliva in your mouth. Breathless, you asked, “Am I making you feel good? Happy?”

“You are. You’re doing very well today.” The clutch on your hair remained, locking your gaze, as claws graced down your tummy, tickling and taunting their way into your panties, smoothing over your clit unnecessarily harshly. His rakish grin signaled he loved what he felt. “You’re a fucking mess, aren’t you, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you huffed, unable to speak under his oppressive glare. He didn’t grant you much pleasure. Only one fingerpad focused on your clit, not too hard and not hard enough. Your hips bucked.

He clicked his tongue. “Don’t know if I should help you or make you wait some more. What do you think?”

Your mouth froze open. It was his birthday. This was supposed to be about him, but fuck, did a single finger rile you up like you were an untrained, unused virgin. But you said you’d please him. But you couldn’t stop the mess in your underwear. It was too much. Thinking wasn’t your job. You mouthed, “Don’t wanna think.”

“You want Daddy to think for you?”

“Please.”

“Of course I can. You just sit still for me.” He licked your cheek and chin clean and gave your clit one last rubbing before his hand left.

Your ankles and toes tingled, your knees ached, and your hips stung. Yet, you didn’t want to move from the position — not until he said you could. This didn’t start with you being as submissive as usual, but now that you were here, you knew the rules, and always obeyed Daddy. He was the smart one.

He spread his legs open a bit, sitting on the edge of the cushion. His cock wobbled so close, so beautiful. Precum dripped off in large blobs. Foreskin flushed over and off his glans as he stroked himself. Balls tightened with every downstroke, tempting your mouth for just a tiny kiss. But you couldn’t. Not yet.

“You are a good girl, you know that?” He cupped your cheek, letting you rest on it, still pumping his cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You know what I’m going to do to you?”

“What?”

“Your cunt really enjoyed it last time.”

A thrill rocketed through your body. It remembered the utter mess he made, soiling your undies and body with his heated urine. Your breathing picked up; butt wiggled. You held his hand, repeatedly kissing his palm.

“You liked it that much last time, huh?”

“Yes!”

“How’d it make you feel?”

“Warm and special and… and owned. It’s like I was yours, Daddy, because I’d never let anyone else do that to me.” You happily bit the side of his palm. “Only you.”

The affection was returned: he licked your temple and forehead, nudging you with his cold nose after. “I love you, too.” His licking traveled down. Breath fanned into your neck. “Why don’t you touch yourself for Daddy?”

“Kay,” you purred, reaching into your panties, rubbing relief into your swollen clit.

“That’s perfect, baby. You’re just perfect.” The husk in his voice spurred moans and grindings. “And I’m gonna ruin you — piss on your body — make you soaked and filthy.” “Please… Please. I only trust you.”

After one last lick to your lips, he sat up and jerked himself off. His dark red glans aimed at your chest. Your hand sped up. Teeth bit your lower lip in anticipation. You just couldn’t sit still, no matter how much you tried.

“Go on, keep touching yourself.”

You did, circling your clit hard, just like he would. You watched his brows relax, eyes never leaving yours, even when the first spills fell to your stomach. The patter rendered you frozen. Irregular drops turned to a stream, spiking your breath to pause and hand to work faster with the spreading musk.

Warm liquid poured to your chest, heating the chill that had covered your nipples, seeping all over your tummy, and eventually into your panties. You gasped, feeling the material wet on the back of your hand and wrist. Despite being the one fondling yourself, he was still the one giving you the pleasure, enforcing his ownership by soiling your entire body. And you could feel his relief by just how used you — see the pleasure in his eyes and shoulders, proud of his work — hear the utter hedonism in his throatful groans and grunts and gluttony.

You shuddered under his dominance, wriggling from your overtaxed clit. You had to catch yourself on his thigh as your hips jerked and bounced, needing to move against the orgasm forcing your muscles taught. Drool dropped to his thigh. You bit it next, wanting something to suck on.

The stream faded in sync with your climax. Your body went lax, wet and aching. A finger traced your jaw. It was still fastened into his leg.

“Let go, honey.”

You did and were immediately manhandled, placed against the couch’s back, legs open and bent. It took a bit to realize your panties were gone. That wanton fog cloaked your mind now, leaving you to feel instead of think.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Rough hands circled your thighs. His dick plopped right onto your clit. You hissed. It stroked along you, lubing itself in your cum and his piss. Nails clipped into your skin, giving you a second’s warning before he thrusted in fully, firmly.

Your back arched as you gasped out. The heft inside was nearly too much on your ignited nerves. But you couldn’t wiggle away; you were caged under him, legs resting on his chest, arms held to the couch in a vise.

“It’s… It’s…”

“Fucking amazing.” He withdrew. The rim of his glans hitched, needing a tinge more force. Your arousal connected him to you in wet strands. And just as fast, he sunk again, full and firm, balls mashing against your ass. “Your pussy’s only for me. Only for Daddy. Do you understand?” he growled, biting your shoulder.

“It’s yours. It’s yours, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

You whimpered at the looming threat. Again, he withdrew, leaving the tip of his cock barely touching you before driving his hips forward, fucking you into the couch, using his muscle and weight with every single drop, stretching you for all you had. Thighs slapped to yours. Wood creaked and knocked, straining from the movements. And you scratched and moaned and rolled your eyes.

“Your little pussy’s quivering.”

“Good?” Sounds struggled to get out.

“The best I’ve ever had.”

Air heated. Sweat flicked off his biceps. His forehead met yours, flattening his muzzle down your face. His crude, rutting body jostled your sticky, sore one, keeping a rhythmic pace. It never slowed or changed. It just kept going — he just kept fucking you. This was your job: be a fleshlight for Daddy to use and bruise.

You wanted to last longer, to feel this longer, but you just couldn’t. You tried gasping for him. No intelligible sounds formed.

He seemed to understand what you meant, though. He groaned, “Cum on Daddy’s cock. I want to feel just how tight your little pussy can get, okay?”

You grit your teeth, anchoring your nails into his arm. Hips rocked at the expert angle, forward and upward. A pint of pain and rapture rippled through your body, courtesy of his cock, no doubt bruising your insides like any responsible Daddy does.

“Let me feel it,” he gnarred, commanding your body.

For the last time, you did as he said. Your eyes clamped shut as you did. Pressure released from your neck and stomach, letting you indulge in the ripples of heated contractions. A couple of tears cooled your face, maybe some drool too.

It helped very little because, the next thing you knew, you were being filled with cum, adding fuel to the inner flame. Combined with the ringing in your ears, the sweat and breath and thick, sex-filled air, that was too much.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Ryo, I- It’s- Fuck, Ryo…”

With arms around your back, he lifted you. It wasn’t jostling like earlier. It was careful, delicate, bringing you with him when he laid down. The stickiness on your stomach and between your legs was tolerable, for now, only uncomfortable. He brushed his hair from your face, giving you open air.

You only just caught his words. “Are you alright?”

“I’m great,” you lazily smiled. “Just hot.”

“Take some deep breaths.” While you did, Ryo licked your forehead, probably enjoying the salt. His palm smoothed over your back, kneading where your muscles held too tight.

“Did you feel good?”

“Beyond. Your tongue’s gotten better. Have you been practicing for me, baby?”

Not admitting to anything, you curled up and looked away. Both of your bodies were a mess. So wasn’t the floor. But your body could finally relax after all the aches and pains of your session.

His tongue returned to your face, continuing with its cleaning. Amidst the licks and kisses, he mumbled a simple, soft, 'I love you.'