#finally this image can run free...

[mering]

same old dance

[my piece for @lifestealzine!]

[hinamie]

in my portrait era it wld seem

choso and/or yuki request for anon <3

[r0semultiverse]

[montrosepretty]

Went through the odyssey with my code tonight

[selunefae]

Just the tip (+18) - Caleb (Love and Deepspace)

Caleb lets out a breathless chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "So... Just the tip, huh?" You groan, face heating, and without thinking, you grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it. "Shut up."

masterlist

rating: +18, MDNI

word count: 2,781

tags: caleb (lads) x reader, smut, fem!reader, afab!reader, is not specified if the reader is MC or not (up to interpretation)

content warnings: shameless smut, a tiny bit of dubcon and somno at the start, dryhumping, PnV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, a tiny bit of spanking, dom/sub undertones, use of petnames (baby, princess), tinges of taboo sex but it's not specified why (up to interpretation)

notes: Hii!! I just had this idea in my head and I thought it fit Caleb so much. But this is actually my first smut so I don't know how it turned out! Hope you like it. Also, English isn't my first language and this is my first time writing in present tense (I read so many smuts in present tense and wanted to try it), so I'm sorry if anything sounds weird or cringy. ^^

Caleb has been resisting all day.

Resisting the urge to touch you, to give in to the way you get under his skin with every glance and every fleeting brush of your fingers like it’s nothing. Like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. Yet nothing tests his restraint more than seeing you right now—sprawled out in his bed, lying on your stomach with the thin covers kicked to your feet. The heat of the apartment leaves a thin layer of sweat on your skin, making your clothes cling to your curves in ways that have his throat going dry. The outline of your puffy lips presses against the soft cotton of your panties, the same panties that hug your ass just so right. Your loose tank top had shifted while you were sleeping, one of your tits slipping free, your nipple perking up from the exposure.

Fuck. 

His fingers twitch at his sides. Images of you, mouth parted and legs spread for him, flood his mind. The way your body would arch, hungry and desperate, as he forces his fingers between the lips of your pussy. How your legs would tremble when he finally thrusts his cock inside you, stretching you open. He sees it clearly. And damn, the sounds you’d make...

His jaw clenches.

No. He shouldn’t. He should turn around and get himself under control, breathe through it, think about something else—anything else. But just when he’s about to leave and take a cold shower, you shift. Your hips press harder into the mattress as a soft, sleepy sigh slips past your lips. He runs a hand over his face like it’ll do anything to cool the heat rushing straight to his dick. He tells himself to walk away, but it’s useless. His body moves before his brain can argue.

The bed shifts under his weight when he hovers over you, his frame caging you in. He presses his clothed cock against the curve of your ass, small drops of precum already dampening his briefs and pants. Slowly, he rolls his hips forward and back. Every slide between your cheeks makes him painfully harder. He doesn’t know how much longer he can resist before giving in and taking you then and there.

A small moan slips from your lips, muffled against the pillow. Your brows furrow, and you stir, woken up by the warm pressure between your thighs. It takes you a few seconds to fully return to reality. Caleb is behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucks himself over your underwear. It doesn’t take him long to realize you’re finally awake.

"Caleb?"

Caleb leans in. His fingers find your waist, digging in just enough to keep you still. He presses a kiss on your skin, barely more than a brush of his lips, but it makes your breath hitch all the same. Then another, this time lingering, pressing harder. His nose grazes your jaw line before he tilts his head and whispers against your ear.

"Tell me to stop."

His lips part, and a moment later, you feel the slow drag of his hot tongue over the sensitive skin of your neck. His tongue flicks out before he nips, just enough to make your body jerk. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine. He wants you to stop him, but his hips keep moving. Your body responds to every slow grind; you can feel yourself getting wetter. You don't want him to stop. "Please, don't stop..."

A low groan rumbles in Caleb’s chest, vibrating against your skin. His hands tighten on your waist, fingers digging in like he’s barely holding himself together. He has been waiting for you to say those words.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his voice strained. “You don't have any fucking idea what you're doing to me.”

This time, his hips roll forward harder. You can feel his hard cock through the thin layers of fabric separating you. The friction is enough to send more heat pooling at your cunt, enough to make your fingers curl into the sheets. Caleb moves one hand from your waist and trails his fingers down your spine. His hand glades over the swell of your ass, his touch warm, teasing. And then—smack. A sharp slap against the soft flesh. The sudden sting sends a jolt through your body, and you whine. You barely have time to process it before his palm soothes over the spot, rubbing slow circles.

“Yeah?” His voice is low, edged with amusement. He chuckles, the sound rough and teasing. “You like that?”

You moan.

"Please... I need more, I want to feel you" you plea, your voice full with need.

Caleb grits his teeth, his grip on your ass tightening. His movements are rougher now, hips snapping forward with more urgency, like he could fuck you with your clothes still on. Every roll of his hips sends a fresh wave of heat crashing over him, his restraint unraveling thread by thread. His fingers flex over the soft skin of your ass, kneading, grasping, pulling you back against him. His other hand remains firm on your waist, holding you in place as he continues grinding.

"God..." he groans, forehead pressing against your shoulder. He was trying—trying so damn hard not to give in completely. "You know we can't, baby."

"Please, Caleb," you whimper, pressing your hips back into him. You start to move in sync with his rhythm, as if trying to convince him. "Please, please, please. Just the tip, I promise..." 

A sharp breath hisses through his teeth. That definitely did something to him. You can feel the way his body tensed and his cock throbs agaisnt you. "You can't say it like that," he whispers.

Caleb’s hands pull away from your body. But before you can protest, you feel the slight pull of gravity bending to his will. You gasp as your body is lifted from the bed. And then, in one smooth move, he rolls you over, sending you sprawling on your back. The sheets rustle beneath you, and even before you hit the mattress, Caleb is hovering over you again. The room is dark, but the faint glow from the street outside filters through the window, casting a soft glow on his face.

And God, does he look breathtaking.

His dark brown hair is a mess, strands clinging to his forehead, damp with sweat. His pupils are blown wide, dark with lust. His cheeks are flushed, and his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. He looks wrecked. And all because of you.

For a moment, he just stares at you. Lips parted, gaze flickering over your face, down to where your chest rises and falls in time with his. But he quickly regains his composure when you seductively bite your lip. His fingers move before he can stop himself, undoing the buckle of his belt with a slow, measured pull. He pulls his pants and briefs down just enough to free his dick. He is swollen and large. Your thighs press together with anticipation. He pins your legs open with one hand and strokes over your underwear with the other. You're so wet he even doubts you need to be prepped. 

"Fuck, Caleb! Just put it in!"

His breath stutters. He spreads your legs wider and positions himself between them. His fingers hook under the waistband of your panties and pull them down. He gets an eyeful of your perfect pussy, ready to be filled and squeezing arounf nothing, begging for his attention. If he had known he had such an effect on you, by now, you both would have been on your third round. "You did really miss me, huh?"

Caleb taps his cock agaisnt your cunt a few times, then drags the tip between your lips, coating himself in your arousal. The way you desperately whimper his name and buck your hips away for the sudden pressure has his mind going blank. "My god...," his voice is hoarse. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold back before he ruins your insides. He shouldn't be doing this. But you feel too good, sound too good. And when your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and begging him to just fucking put it in, he knows he's done for.

"Yes, yes!" You moan as he finally pushes in, the tip of his length pressing against your tightness. Even with how wet you are, the stretch of his cock breaching your entrance makes your breath hitch. He pulls out—slow—only to push back in, making sure it's only the tip. You whimper, hips tilting up, trying to take more. But his grip on your hips holds you in place

"I thought you said just the tip?" He teases, even if he wants the same thing as you. But, oh, it was hard. You were so wet, so tight. 

Caleb sinks just the tip of his cock inside you again, only to pull back right after. It's just the tip, but you can still feel how big he is. The slick slide of his length against your entrance makes you shudder. You can't take it anymore. You need all of his cock inside you, you want him to fuck you full with his cum.

"Caleb, just fuck me already," you try to sound calm, but the frustrarion in your voice is evident. His eyes darken, and a playful smirk appeared on his face.

"Just the tip, remember?"

A ragged moan escapes you as he pushes in again. The stretch is barely enough to satisfy the ache building inside you. Your walls flutter around him, trying to suck him deeper, but he pulls back, keeping the stupid promise. He pins you down with one arm, holding you still, and slides the tip back inside. This time, he doesn’t move. He just stays there, his cock twitching inside you, while his free hand wraps around the base of his length, stroking it. With a sharp breath, you move. Your legs hook around his waist, locking him in place. At the same time, your hands grab at the fabric of his t-shirt, fingers curling into it as you yank him down towards you. He gasps at your sudden attack, chest pressing against your own. The shift pushes him in deeper, making him groan against your neck. But it’s not enough. You need him deeper.

"Princess—" Caleb groans, but you don’t let him finish. You tilt your head, burying your face against the crook of his neck. You whisper over his skin, voice trembling with need.

"I don't care," you plead. "Fuck me."

His restraint snaps. He grabs your tighs with both his hands and pushes your legs higher, folding you beneth him. He presses a sloppy kiss to your calf before pressing his hips forward and sinking into you completely. You go light-headed at the feeling of finally having his cock deep inside you.

"You're so big," you moan. Caleb leans in, stealing a kiss while pressing more of himself into you. He takes pride in how your eyes widen and your jaw drops as he stretches your insides.  He waits a few seconds, letting you adjust to his size, savoring the way your walls flutter around him—God, you just feel so fucking good around him. Then, he pulls back, only to thrust back in and fill you all over again.

Caleb moves with slow, deep, measured thrusts that make your body shiver beneath him. He’s savoring every second, relishing the way your walls pulse around his cock. His hands hold onto the fat of your thighs, holding them in place as he rocks into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Fuck, baby... You're so tight," he groans, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

Your nails dig into his back. It feels too good, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need him to fuck you harder. Fuck you until you can't think of anything but his cock. You whimper, rolling your hips up to meet his movements, trying to get him to go faster, but his grip on you is firm. He’s making you take it slow—making you feel every inch of him. It's driving you insane.

“Uh-uh,” he warns. “You wanted me to fuck you—so you take it how I give it.” Smack. A sharp slap lands on your ass before roughly gripping your hips, holding you steady and angling himself a certain way. Then—fuck—he slams hard into your gushing hole, hitting your G-spot with ruthless precision. Your cunt clenches around him, a choked moan slipping past your lips. 

" Right there, huh ?" Caleb chuckles, and then he does it again. And again, and again... He continues the hard and slow pace a few more times just to torture you. Your cunt is drooling and begging him to use it, thighs shaking with anticipation. Your nails dig harder into his back with every pinch, slam and grind of his cock.

He stops for a moment. One of his hands slides under your top, fingertips tracing the underside of your boob. "You look so fucking good like this," he mutters. His thumb brushes over your nipple, teasing it into an even tighter peak. He rolls it between his fingers and then pinches, smirking at your reaction.

"Caleb..." You whimper, pushing your chest up into his chest.

"Hm?" He pinches your nipple again. "What is it, baby? Tell me what you want."

"I want—" You gasp. You can barely form words from all the pleasure and frustration you're feeling at this moment.

"You want what?" His tone is all teasing arrogance,  but his pupils are blown wide with desire. "Use your big girl words, princess."

"I want your cock deep inside me, I want to feel you cum."

Caleb growls low in his throat. He holds your tighs again and folds you completely. His body presses you into the mattress, your knees nearly touching your shoulders, leaving you spread open and vulnerable for him. Then, without warning, slams into you. The force knocks the air from your lungs. His cock is buried deep inside you, stretching you wide, and the position makes him feel impossibly big, hitting all the right spots at once.

"Fuuuuuuck," his head drops backwards, finally having your tight pussy wrapped around him.

He doesn't give you a second to adjust. He pulls back and slams in again. The force of his thrusts has the bedframe slamming against the wall. He isn't holding back anymore. He's fucking you hard and fast. He pounds into you mercilessly, like he's trying to break you and mold your cunt into the shape of his cock.

"Caleb!" You cry out. 

He groans at the sound of his name escaping your lips, eyes dark and hungry as he watches the way your face contorts with pleasure. His hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles in rhythm with his thrusts. "Take it. Take all of it like a good girl."

Your breath hitches. The pleasure is too much— "C-Caleb... I'm gonna—"

He shuts you up with a wet kiss. You can feel his body tense up above you,  his muscles tightening as he picks up the pace. His thrusts grow shallower but faster. His teeth graze your bottom lip before he sucks it between his own, swallowing the moan that escapes your throat.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" His hips stutter for a split second before he pounds into you faster while he fingering your clit, chasing both of your releases.

"Y-Yes! Oh my god, YES—" You chant. Your cunt clenches around him, squeezing him tighter. Your vision blurs, your toes curl, and then you go silent. Your entire body trembles as the pleasure wracks through you. 

He makes no effort to stop, his high just hanging by a thread. He fucks you through your orgasm, his rhythm faltering as his hips jerk forward once, twice—he groans, burying himself to the hilt and cumming deep inside you. You moan at the feeling of his seed fullying your insides, milking him dry. He pulls a few more thrusts as he rides out his release.

The two of you stay like that for a moment. Your bodies tangled, his cock still inside you and sweaty. The only sounds in the room are your ragged breaths.

Caleb lets out a breathless chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "So... Just the tip, huh?"

You groan, face heating, and without thinking, you grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it.

"Shut up."

[heliosunny]

GRAVITY IN CHAINS

YANDERE!CALEB X READER

In the endless void of space, there was no one to hear you scream.

The ship was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made your ears ring, amplifying the soft hum of the engines and the uneven rhythm of your breathing. Caleb was in the cockpit, as always, quietly steering the ship through the vast nothingness. You’d spent the last hour pacing the narrow corridors, your heart pounding with an idea so desperate it almost felt reckless. You had to run. You didn’t know how yet, but the thought consumed you, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise hopeless existence.

But as you paced, fragments of Caleb’s voice replayed in your head—his confessions, his fears, and the memories he used to justify his obsession.

-Years Ago-

Caleb wasn’t always this man. He had been soft, fragile in ways he hid from everyone but you. He was the boy who held your hand too tightly when the storms rolled in, the one who always made sure you were walking on the safer side of the road. His protectiveness had always been there, but it was sweet and tender, not the overwhelming force it had become.

You remembered the day his world shifted.

You were barely teenagers, sitting in the small library of your hometown. Caleb was absorbed in a book about the stars, his eyes alight with curiosity. “One day, I’ll take you there.” he’d said, tracing the image of a nebula with his finger.

You’d laughed, teasing him about his wild dreams. “And what would we do in space, Caleb? Float around and count stars?”

He grinned, so carefree it almost hurt to remember. “No, I’ll keep you safe. Out there, no one can touch us. We’d have everything we need.”

But that dream was born from something deeper, darker. Caleb had lost his family young. His parents were killed in an accident that left him orphaned and alone. You were the only constant in his life, the one person he clung to when the world felt too cruel.

“Everyone leaves,” he’d whispered to you once, years later. You’d been sitting under the oak tree after a particularly bad fight he’d had with one of his guardians “but not you. You’d never leave me, right?”

You had promised, naive and sincere. You’d held his hand and swore you’d always be by his side. You didn’t know then what that promise would mean, how tightly he’d cling to it when the two of you finally left that little town behind.

-Now-

You stopped pacing and leaned against the wall, the weight of those memories pressing down on you. Caleb hadn’t changed overnight. It had been a slow unraveling, his love for you twisting into something suffocating. You thought back to the first time you’d realized how far he’d fallen.

It was months ago, on a crowded space station. You’d been talking to a merchant about supplies when Caleb appeared behind you, his presence almost tangible. He’d glared at the merchant with such intensity that the man had stammered out an apology for no reason at all.

Later, when you’d confronted Caleb about it, he’d brushed it off. “He was looking at you like he thought he had a chance” he’d said, his tone calm but his eyes cold.

It was then you realized how deep his obsession ran. He wasn’t protecting you anymore—he was controlling you.

And now, as you stood in the corridor of his ship, you knew you had to escape.

Your plan was simple, born from desperation. The ship had a small emergency shuttle, meant for short-range travel. It wasn’t much, but it was your only chance. You waited until Caleb disappeared into the maintenance bay, then quietly made your way to the shuttle.

Your hands trembled as you powered it on, the soft hum of the engine filling the small space. You were almost there, almost free—

The door hissed open behind you.

“Going somewhere?” Caleb’s voice was calm, but you could hear the crack in it, the pain he was barely suppressing.

You turned to face him, your heart hammering in your chest. He stood in the doorway, his face pale and drawn. And then you saw it—the blood staining his side, seeping through his shirt.

Your breath caught. “Caleb, what—what did you do?”

He swayed slightly, one hand clutching his side. “I had to stop you,” he said softly. “I couldn’t let you leave me. I’d rather…” He trailed off, his knees buckling as he collapsed to the floor.

You froze, torn between your instinct to run and the overwhelming guilt clawing at your chest. You hated him for what he’d become, but seeing him like this—broken, bleeding—it was too much.

“Dammit, Caleb,” you muttered, rushing to his side. You knelt beside him, pressing your hands against the wound to stop the bleeding. “Why would you do this? Why would you hurt yourself like this?”

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at you with a faint smile. “Because I knew… you’d come back. You always do.”

Your throat tightened, tears blurring your vision. “You’re insane...” you whispered.

“Maybe,” he murmured, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “But I’d do it again if it meant keeping you with me.”

You stayed. You had no choice.

As you worked to bandage his wound, Caleb watched you with a quiet satisfaction, knowing he’d won. The escape shuttle sat unused, its engines silent, as you remained by his side—trapped by love, by guilt, by the weight of your shared past.

------

Caleb recovered faster than you thought he would. His determination to keep you close seemed to outweigh the severity of the wound, but it bought you time. While he rested and healed, you plotted your next escape.

This time, you wouldn’t make the same mistake. You wouldn’t let him catch you mid-flight, wouldn’t hesitate when the moment came. Caleb’s possessiveness had reached a level that terrified you, but you still believed deep down that some part of him could be saved.

But you couldn’t save him from here. You couldn’t save yourself, either, not while trapped under his watchful eye.

You waited until the ship entered hyperspace, the stars outside the viewport stretching into brilliant streaks of light. Caleb had left the cockpit, likely to rest in his quarters, trusting that you wouldn’t try to run again.

But you would.

The escape pod was your only hope. It wasn’t equipped for long distances, but there were relay beacons in hyperspace that could pick up distress signals. If you could launch and activate the beacon before Caleb noticed, someone might find you.

Your heart raced as you crept through the corridors, the sound of your own breathing deafening in the otherwise silent ship. Reaching the pod, you activated the pre-launch sequence as quietly as you could. The soft hum of the systems coming online sent a rush of hope through you.

This time, you wouldn’t fail.

The pod door hissed open, and you stepped inside, your fingers hovering over the control panel to seal it. Just as you were about to press the button, the air behind you seemed to shift, a faint ripple you couldn’t quite explain.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

You spun around, your stomach plummeting as you saw Caleb standing in the corridor, his face a mask of quiet fury and something else—disappointment.

“I told you,” he continued, stepping closer, his tone steady but cold, “I can’t let you leave.”

Your breath hitched as you backed into the pod, your hand hovering over the emergency launch switch. “Stay back, Caleb!” you warned, though your voice wavered.

He didn’t stop. “You think I’m doing this to hurt you?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the raw emotion beneath. “Everything I’ve done...it’s to keep you safe. Out there, you’d be lost. Alone. Do you really think anyone else cares about you like I do?”

“I don’t care!” you snapped, tears streaming down your face. “I’d rather take my chances out there than spend another second as your prisoner!”

His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. “Prisoner? Is that what you think you are?” He took another step forward, and suddenly the air around him seemed to thrum with energy, an invisible force pressing against your chest.

“No,” you whispered, realization dawning. “Caleb, don’t-”

But it was too late.

He’d never used his evol on you before, always insisting that he didn’t need to. But now, the invisible pressure around you grew stronger, pinning you against the wall of the escape pod.

“I didn’t want to do this...” he said, his voice trembling. “I wanted you to stay because you wanted to. But you’re not giving me a choice.”

The pressure intensified, your limbs frozen as though gravity itself had turned against you. Your breath came in shallow gasps as Caleb stepped into the pod, his hand reaching out to gently touch your face.

“I told myself I’d never use this on you,” he said softly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But I can’t lose you. I won’t.”

“Caleb...” you choked out, your voice barely audible. “Please… don’t do this.”

He ignored your plea, his thumb brushing away the tears on your cheek. “I’ll make you understand” he whispered. “I’ll show you that everything I’ve done has been for you.”

You felt the energy shift again, a wave of warmth washing over you. It wasn’t painful, but it was invasive, creeping into your mind like tendrils of smoke. Images flooded your thoughts, memories of the two of you together, moments of happiness twisted and magnified until they felt overwhelming.

It was him. He was pushing these feelings into you, amplifying your love for him, drowning out your fear and anger.

“No” you gasped, struggling against the invisible force holding you. “Stop it, Caleb. This isn’t real!”

“But it is,” he said, his voice breaking. “This is how it’s supposed to be. Just you and me. No fear, no doubt. Only love.”

When the pressure finally eased, you collapsed to the floor of the pod, trembling and weak. Caleb knelt beside you, his arms wrapping around you as though to shield you from the universe itself.

“It’s okay” he murmured, rocking you gently. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

You didn’t fight him. You couldn’t. The memories and emotions he’d forced into your mind left you too disoriented to resist. Somewhere deep inside, the part of you that still wanted freedom screamed in defiance, but it was a distant echo, drowned out by the overwhelming sense of surrender.

As Caleb carried you back to the main cabin, you realized with a hollow ache that you’d lost. He wouldn’t let you go, and now, you weren’t sure if you even had the strength to try again.

Caleb pressed a kiss to your forehead as he laid you down on the bed, his voice soft and full of devotion. “Rest now, my love. I’ll take care of everything.”

And as the ship continued its journey through the endless void, you closed your eyes, the weight of his love binding you tighter than any chain ever could.

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Caleb is backkkk

And Jan 23rd is my birthday so..✨ have fun reading❤️

[rensylph]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒/𝐎

<< yandere genshin men with pregnant S/o >>

Characters : ayato, diluc, kaeya, alhaitham, neuvillete, wriostheley, zhongli , tartaglia

After some inconvenience you end up pregnant with your first child in the earliest part of your marriage, and this is their reaction

⚠️ Warning : baby trapping, non con intimacy, and other disturbing content ⚠️

( Based on the last poll I made, as promised this yandere genshin men Headcanon of pregnant S/o )

<< English is not my first language >>

Ayato

< How many kids he wants : 3 - 6 >

Oh what a joyous occasion, when you tell him you were expecting a child, he pauses and smiles saying what a miracle he was already expecting this would happen. Ayaka is also happy with this news she would visit you and press her ear to your baby bump and talk to the baby or basically rub your stomach.

Having a child with you is the only way you are tied to him forever, by having a child you finally have something to stay with him as well as having the next head of the clan, making sure his clans future is secured. He babyfied the entire house for you as well as babying you, saying these emotions are just your hormones and saying the baby is a blessing

He will not allow you to leave your bed, before you are pregnant you're still allowed to walk around the estate but now you're not allowed or step outside your bed. You were put under strict bed rest and if you need to get around you have him, his sister or thoma to help you as well having the shuutmasuban monitoring you 24/7

Diluc

< how many kids he wants : 2 - 4 >

When you tell him about this news he runs towards you carefully of course not wanting to hurt the baby, and hugs you tightly and kisses your forehead saying you both will be good parents and a thank you for giving him the best present he ever asked for. The entire staff was soon aware of this news and started the preparation for a new born. Adeline will monitor you attending your every need when diluc is busy.

The nursery is all set up, and everything is set. After Kaeya's departure from the mansion as well as his father dying, the mansion has been quite lonely before your arrival, the mansion has started to have more light and after your pregnancy announcement it grows more. It melts his heart knowing he will not be alone anymore. Your babies will be spoiled a lot by him.

You are not allowed to walk around without him or Adeline supervision or not you're not allowed to walk around because he will carry you everywhere thinking it will cause harm to the baby. He will help you with your daily routine and will prevent you from reading your favorite novels cause stress is bad for the baby.

Kaeya

< How many kids he wants : 1 - 2 >

To be honest, he never expected to be a father. He always thought he would be a bad father. But after you tell him you're pregnant he will embrace you and say thank you and you both will get through this together. This is unexpected for him but he was happy having a child

He was anxious and nervous at first, but he handled it like a pro. Soon he started to enjoy the process when days got rough he would put his head on your bump and talk to the baby as well trying to feel it kicking. These small moments that lead him to start enjoying fatherhood.

After the baby was born he started to want more kids because, he really loves this bundle of joy and you know what can make him more happy more bundles of joy he will try to convince you to have another kid. And on the bright side your relationship is more healthier as well giving the outside a perfect image of your relationship.

Alhaitham

< How many kids he wants 2 - 4 >

He came prepared for your pregnancy, he read tons of books about babies as well about parenting he is prepared for this, he would control every aspect of your life food, bed time and other things

He will monitor you every day, he will free his schedule to make sure you will attend as well following the schedule he gives you during pregnancy. He will be there with your every step buying maternal clothes as well as other baby stuff. He has a very good job and is large payment. has a large savings for this day for both of you and the kids to live a comfortable

He wants to have two kids but he does have a feeling of wanting more but it depends on you if you want to have more. Your body is your choice, you're the one that had to carry the baby he doesn't want to tire you and force you to have more.

Neuvillete

< How many kids he wants 4 - 6 >

He was so happy after hearing about your pregnancy, the melusine will help you with your pregnancy and watch over you. Neuvillete will prepare everything as well using some dragon mating rituals for the preparation.

By collecting large amounts of comfortable pillows and soft blankets to create a large nest for you. To make sure you're comfortable. He will help you around with everything normal chores and walking are restricted your only supposed to lay on your nest to relax.

The melusine called your babies as their siblings and will protect you from anything, the steam bird pushy to share your pregnancy they will ask them to back away. The steam bird has been quite annoying following you around when you want to buy baby clothes as well fontainians love for drama they will approach you and ask about everything it has become quite draining dealing with people approaching you for information on your pregnancy. So that's why neuvillete prevents you from leaving the "nest"

Wriostheley

< How many kids he wants 1 - 2 >

After you told him about your pregnancy, it was kept as a secret in the fortress due to how many convicts are willing to hurt you as revenge towards him. So you were mouth to the surface and sigewine will do once a week checks up on going to the surface.

You live in an isolated place in the surface world, very far from Fontaine as well wriostheley office is built secretly to have an elevator going thru to the surface to visit you and your new home, the fortress is not a safe place for children.

He just wanted one but was afraid that the child would grow up lonely, the duke of the fortress of meriopede being your father makes the child stand out afraid they will be isolated by this information. If there were signs that the child was lonely or wanting a sibling he would not hesitate to give them a sibling

Zhongli

< How many kids he wants 3 - 6 >

If this happens during ancient liyue when he's by far much younger than his current timeline, you would already have lots of kids. They would have been grown up when traveler visits teyvat as well them being full blown Adepti. Cloud retainers would love to baby sit your babies and will tell you to rest and let her baby sit.

If you're pregnant in the current game timeline, you would still have a lot of kids but not as much as the other timeline, you have to stay at mt. Aocang under the watchful eye of the Adepti due to the babies not being normal humans. They are half adepti if you're human. So when the babies come you will deliver a safe birth. There is a large chance of you not surviving the birthing process so he will make sure you survive the birth process with the aid of the other Adepti.

But if you're pregnant during the archon war, you will be forced into hiding as well the news of your pregnancy hidden since teyvat are being a battle growns for gods to dominate and control the thrones and he has many rival gods wanting to destroyed him so what can cause him great pain of attacking his beloved. Everyday he would visit you with blood on his clothes and comfort you even tho you tried your best to stay away from him.

Tartaglia

< How many kids he wants 4 - 8 >

The happiest out of all of these yandere , all his life he wanted a family and finally he was given one. He breaks the news to his family and they are ecstatic. He spins you around the room and laughs.

He wanted to have a lot of kids he came from a big family and he has many siblings so expect to have more than four kids. He will buy you many luxurious gifts as well as many toys he can buy heck he buys an entire toy store for his babies. Will love any gender as long as it is his.

Fatui guards are there to guard you no matter, he will not let you get close to the other harbingers only ones he trusts the most who is pulcinella or arlechinno to watch over you when he's out in work, he move you to a more secluded mansion with a lot of servants during your pregnancy and his family will visit you to check up on you. You are not allowed to do any chores only rest in your bed.

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roommate!jjk men (can be any chars u want) with shyish!reader who’s not opposed to the idea of being a free use slut whenever they feel like it 🦇

all yours

choso & mahito // geto & gojo // sukuna & toji 

summary: your roommates slowly figure out you're not as shy as you seem

warnings: 18+ f!reader, swearing, pet names(baby, good girl, sweet girl, etc), teasing, free use, somno, masturbation(m), spanking, fingering, oral(m+f), face fucking, p in v, raw, creampies, roughish, shower sex, praise

a/n: didn’t know if you wanted a two for one again but i did <3 and babes i swear ur in my mind bc ive been wanting to write abt free use for a min !! 

w/c: 6.2k was prepared to go on forever tho

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choso & mahito - 2.2k

The first time a line was crossed was when you walked into Mahitos room without knocking and found him sprawled out on his bed fisting his cock. Your eyes widened and you stood there frozen, unable to tear your gaze away. He didn’t stop or even try to cover up, actually a grin just formed on his face as he stroked himself a little harsher. His hips jerked up into his hand as he watched you squirm in his doorway with flushed cheeks. 

Slowly your eyes started to travel up his torso and when they locked with his you whimpered. His eyes were dark and a little crazed and you watched his brow furrow as he searched for his pleasure. His cheeks were faintly flushed and he let out a low groan that had your attention drawn to his mouth. Lips slightly pouted and wet from running his tongue along them seemed like a forbidden invitation. He cursed lowly and you watched as he spilled cum over his hand still sloppily fucking his hand. 

“Need something?” Mahito tilts his head with a lazy smile. 

“‘m sorry.” you shake your head quickly and run to your room. 

You didn’t avoid Mahito after that but you also couldn’t look him in the eyes. You would only look at him if you knew he was occupied with something else and with one glimpse you were left squeezing your thighs and trying to push away the image of him fisting his weeping cock. But when he would catch you he would be hovering over you instantly. Dipping down, letting his breath fan against your neck. 

“Looks like you need something.” he chuckles when you shake your head. “No?” you shake your head again. “Go get Choso for me.” he watches you nod and disappear down the hall. 

This wasn’t necessarily a line being crossed but it had the same effect on you nonetheless. You knocked softly on Choso’s door waiting for his response. He opened it and the sight you were greeted with had your heart pounding. His hair was still slightly dripping and a towel sat low on his hips. You opened and closed your mouth, not able to stop yourself from looking over every inch of him. When you finally looked up at his face he tilted his head slightly. 

“D’you need something?” his voice washes over you. 

“I..” you watch a drop of water drip from his hair down to his chest and you shake your head. 

Choso watches as you walk to your room and quickly click the door shut. He shrugs before shutting his own door and continues to put his clothes on. When he opens his door again he’s greeted by Mahito about to knock on his door. 

“Well how long are you gonna take? I asked for you like 30 minutes ago.” Mahito glares at Choso. 

“No you didn’t?” Choso squints his eyes. 

“I sent her here to get you.” Mahito looks around Choso’s room to see if you’ve made other plans. 

“Oh,” Choso hums. “Nah, she knocked on my door and got all blushy before going to her room.” he shrugs, looking down the hall at your room. 

When you heard knocks on your door you didn’t know what to expect. Maybe if you pretended to be asleep they would just go away but then came another set of knocks. You sigh and drag yourself out of bed and crack the door open. You hide a little more behind the door when you see it’s the both of them. They’re both fully clothed but your mind couldn’t care less. Heat blooms throughout your body as you look at them both standing in your doorway. 

“Can we come in?” Mahito grins as the flush on your cheeks deepen. 

“Mm,” you look back at your room not knowing how to get out of this. You feel like you’re going to combust if you look at them again. 

“Or we can go to the living room?” Choso offers and your hand tightens on the door. 

You step out of your room and they step aside for you to walk out. When you sit down on the couch they take a seat on either side of you and look down at your hands in your lap. The weight of their stares is slowly seeping into your skin and you chew your lips waiting for one of them to say something. 

“Wanna tell us why you’ve been a lil more shy than normal?” Choso’s soft voice coaxes you to turn to him. 

“I dunno.” you whisper, blinking up at him. 

“I think it started about a week ago..” Mahito teases next to you. “Ya know.. When you watched me cum.” you feel your face light on fire at his words. 

“I..” you turn to him with wide eyes. 

“Don’t act all innocent, baby.” he drawls, letting his fingertips skim up your thigh. “We both were there.” he grins. “When you ran off to your room did you think about it when you played with your pussy?” he watches you squeeze your legs together at his words. 

“That what you were doing when we knocked on your door?” Choso’s tone makes you turn your attention to him. “Did seeing me fresh outta shower get you all worked up?” you whine at his words. 

“Y’know we can help you,” Mahito softly squeezes your thigh before continuing to the edge of your skirt. 

“We can always make sure you’re taken care of.” you feel yourself melting into the couch at Choso’s words. 

“Just give yourself over to us.” you gasp when Mahitos fingers graze your soaked panties. “Fuck, baby,” he groans pressing against the fabric feeling how truly wet you are. “Can Cho feel how wet he got you?” he peels your panties to the side and drags a single finger up your slit. 

“Yeah,” you nod your head quickly. 

After that if there were any more lines between the three of you they were all crossed that night. You were theirs completely in every aspect and couldn’t be more content. They thought you would still be shy but most times you were throwing yourself at them, begging them for anything. Any suggestion or idea they had you agreed to eagerly and without any complaint. 

Mahito mentioned his idea to you a couple days ago and watched as your eyes sparkled as you nodded. So now he’s standing at the edge of your bed watching you sleep, thanking himself and Choso for suggesting you just sleep naked from now on. The blankets are pushed down and tangled between your legs leaving your chest exposed to him. Your nipples are perked from the soft breeze of the fan and they’re taunting him to come over and give them attention. 

He slowly undoes the blanket and pushes your thighs open for himself. Your thigh twitches when he places a soft kiss on it and then another and another before starting on your other. Hooking his arms under you, he brings your center closer to his mouth and licks a line through your slit. Your hips jerk against his face when he repeats the action and he hears your soft whine. 

His small kitten licks against your bud have your pussy leaking already. He licks down to your core and pushes his tongue inside groaning at your taste as he starts to make his way back up to your bud to suck it into his mouth. He glances up when a moan escapes you but your eyes are still shut and your fingers are softly digging into one of your plushies. Your chest heaves as he zeros his tongue in on your bud and he smirks when your breathing quickens. 

“Hito,” you murmur, hips starting to buck against his face. 

Your thighs start to squeeze his head but he couldn’t be bothered as he’s embraced by your warmth and wetness. Every whine and gasp that you allow him to hear only makes him press closer to your pussy. He wants to know what cute little sound you’ll make when you cum all over his face in your sleep. He slowly creeps one of his arms up your body and takes one of your nipples between two fingers. He rolls the hard bud before pinching it between his digits. That one pinch is all it took to have you grinding against his face letting your juices run down his face. 

“Mmmph, yes,” you whimper as he continues to softly lick at you. 

He rubs your thighs on either side of his head as he starts to kiss up your body. “Gonna flip you over.” he whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss on your neck. You’re pliant in his hands as he flips you onto your tummy and chuckles when you cuddle closer to you plushie. “Hold onto him real tight for me baby.” he lifts your hips and smooths his hand up your back. 

Your pussy opens right up for him as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He keeps his pace slow as he slowly rocks into you keeping himself on the edge of pleasure. The way you cling to your plushie with every stroke and let out small gasps has him digging his fingers into your waist. He continues to slowly fuck you into your bed until he can’t take it anymore and fills your fluttering pussy and collapsing next to you. He pulls the blankets over you both and finds sleep himself. 

Choso’s desires were a little more restrained. Of course he still took you when he wanted but you could tell he really liked when you would truly just hand yourself over to him at any given time. His favorite thing to do was to get in the shower right before you got home so he could catch you in the hallway. The bathroom door would open and steam would pour out and you would turn and look at him and forget how to breathe, forget your morals, forget anything that wasn’t Choso standing before you with a towel low on his hips. 

“Just getting back?” he would smirk at you. 

“Mhm,” you nod, walking to stand in front of him. “Use me.” his cock twitches watching you sink to your knees in the middle of the hallway. “Please,” you blink up at him.

“Yeah?” he cups your jaw. “Guess you could suck me off since you’re down there.” he rubs his thumb along your lower lip. 

“Please,” you suck his thumb into your mouth. 

He slips his thumb out of your mouth and undoes the knot in his towel before letting it drop to the ground. His cock springs up in front of your face and you scoot closer wrapping your fingers along his shaft. Bringing the tip to your mouth you trail your tongue around the head, lapping against his slit as he starts to leak pre. You suck his tip into your mouth and pop it out, repeating this a couple of times until his fingers tangle in your hair. 

You lean back to press your lips down his length and glance up at his flushed cheeks. He jolts when you suck his balls into your mouth while starting to slowly stroke him. You lick back up to his tip and sink your mouth down around him pulling a low groan from him. He starts to guide you and you softly close your eyes and let him start to control your movements. Fingers tightening in your hair, he starts to bob you up and down, losing himself to your hot mouth. He twitches when he hits the back of your throat and you sputter. 

“Fuck baby,” he jerks his hips into your mouth. “Perfect lil mouth feels so good around my cock.” he pants holding your head still as he starts to fuck your mouth. “Yeah just like that,” your hands hold onto his thighs as you look up at him with fluttering eyes. “My good girl, my messy girl,” his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. 

Your thighs are sticky and clenched together at his words as you feel spit trailing out of your mouth. Each small choked sound that comes from you sends his pleasure racing towards him and his stomach coils when he spots the first tear to trail down your cheek. You hum when his head is tossed back and he starts to fill your throat with ropes of his cum. He holds your head down and you dig your nails into his skin, sending his pleasure even higher. He pulls you off of him and watches a string of spit and cum connect you before snapping and sticking against your chin and neck. 

“You’re fucking perfect.” he cups your cheek and helps you stand. He presses his lips to yours, never caring about the mess. “Got some stuff to do.” he mumbles into your mouth. “But later ‘m gonna reward you.” he nods, stepping back and walking to his room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you til he’s done.” Mahito grabs your hand and takes you to his room.

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geto & gojo - 1.7k

It was a slip of words that had you on the end of Gojos relentless teasing. You glare at him from the couch trying to mask your embarrassment with anger but he can see right through you. He even goes so far as to pinch your cheeks and cooing about how flushed they are. You bat his hand away and he flops down on the couch and drapes himself on your shoulder. His cologne floods your nose and his hair brushing against your neck sends more heat throughout your body. 

“So you think I’m hot?” he squishes your cheek. 

“No,” you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. 

“I think you dooo.” he drags the word out with a grin. 

“I think you’re stupid.” you huff and go to your room shutting the door with a defining click. 

Gojo had made it his goal to keep you flushed and squirming for.. for the rest of time. He’ll never let you live this down and you’re sure your cheeks will start bubbling with how hot they stay. He makes it a point to walk closer to you and let his hands linger on you. Whispering in your ear, your personal space is now his, along with teasing you until you’re whining and covering your face. 

“C’mon baby,” Gojo coaxes trying to pull your hands away. “Lemme see your cute little face.” he successfully moves your hands and you look up at him with a soft pout. “There she is.” he cups your cheeks. “Y’know I was wondering..” he rubs his thumbs on your heated skin. “If you think I’m hot what do you think about Suguru?” he chuckles when your eyes widen. 

“You’re gonna tell him.” you shake your head in his hands. 

“Only if it’s something worth telling.” he grins. “You can tell me.” his voice lowers as he nods. “You can even whisper it.” he turns his head so your confession can go right in his ear. 

“I dunno,” your words barely a breath. 

“I think you do.” you don’t even have to see his smirk to know it’s there. “You think he’s hot?” 

“Mm,” you whine knowing you’re about to let your words spill out again. “I think he’s like.. really pretty.” he snaps his head towards you with a grin. “Toru please,” 

“I’m so telling him.” he falls back onto the couch in a fit of laughter. “Nooo come back.” he reaches after you as you practically run to your room. 

For the next couple of days everything seems perfectly normal. Geto doesn’t look at you any different and Gojo continues with his teasing. When they invite you to the pool you agree, excited to finally enjoy the sun. Excitement soon turns to something different when they remove their shirts before getting in the water. Gojo gives you a knowing smirk as he watches you take off your cover up. You avoid his eyes and step into the pool hoping the cool lick of the water will calm you but the way you can feel their eyes on you only makes you more flustered. 

“Soo did you know she thinks I’m hot?” Gojo offers Geto a lazy smile. 

“Satoru,” you hiss. 

“You talk about it everyday.” Geto shakes his head with a smile and you beg the pool to swallow you whole. 

“Did you also know that I asked her if she thought you were hot?” Gojo raises his eyebrows. 

“Ohmygod,” you cover your face. 

“Tell Suguru what you said.” Gojo chuckles as you pull your hands down and peek across at Geto.

“Satoru must you always tease her?” Geto can’t hide his smirk, already knowing what you’ve said. 

“Just tell him.” he nods with his smile you can’t say no to.

“I think you’re pretty.” you blush furiously as Geto turns his full attention to you.

“Exact words.” Gojo tuts. 

“I think you’re really pretty.” your words get softer as Geto steps closer to you. 

“Yeah?” he cradles your cheeks and you nod. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out. 

“Well I think you’re absolutely adorable.” Geto coos. 

“The cutest little roommate we could ask for.” Gojos hands slip around your waist and you squeak as he presses you against Geto. “You got me wondering about something else baby.” he softly squeezes your side. 

“Hm?” you lean back against Gojos chest when Geto lets one of his hands slide to your jaw and tilt your head further back. 

“Why don’t you let me and Geto have you?” Geto locks eyes with Gojo at your whimper. “I can make you flush for different reasons.” you gasp when he grinds his covered cock against your ass. 

“And when you're done with his teasing I’ll take you to my room and lock us inside.” Geto nods, rubbing his thumb on your jaw. 

After that everything shifted. You’ve never felt more satisfied yet so scandalized with everything that goes on with the three of you behind closed doors. They both tease you about how you still get embarrassed when they talk openly about how messy they had you cumming all over their cock. Sometimes this would lead to them hoisting you up onto the table and seeing which of them could make you cum the hardest. 

Gojos new favorite way to tease you was to have you perched on his cock and bouncing away and you list off things you like about him. He sits back and watches your tits bounce listening to your juices leak between you two as you try to form a word. One of his hands loosely holds onto your hip while the other rests on your lower tummy, letting his thumb lazily circle your throbbing bud. 

“Tell me more, baby.” he watches you peel your eyes open. 

“Your.. mm your hair,” you nod rolling your hips against his. 

“What else?” he squeezes your hip getting your attention again. 

“Toru,” you whine when he starts to move his thumb faster. 

“You like my name?” he taunts.

“Mhmm,” you nod, humping against him and sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “I like.. like your voice ‘n..”

“Keep goin,” he grunts, feeling you squeeze around him. 

“Your eyes,” you gasp when he jerks his hips up. “I.. I really like-“ he pulls you down against his chest and starts to snap his hips into yours sending you into a frenzy of whimpers and soft cries. 

“You gotta,” he grunts. “Gotta tell me what you really like.” he pants. “Know you can say more than just ‘yes’ and my name.” he chuckles, feeling more of your pleasure leak between the two of you. 

“Your cock, ‘s perfect,” a high pitched gasp comes from you and you fall apart. 

“That’s my good girl,” he hammers his hips into you as he starts to fill you with his cum. “Can’t believe you think I’m perfect.” he grins up at you finally stilling inside you. 

On the off chance that Gojo is teasing you while you're not on his cock Geto will quite literally come take you and lock you in his room while you preen about him being your savior. Whispered words between kisses about how you have to give him something for his galant rescue. He’ll shush you with kisses and press you into his mattress beneath him effectively silencing and trapping you. 

“Lemme take your hair down, Sugu,” you murmur into his mouth, fingers quickly finding the tie. 

He nods and you delicately undo the tie and sigh contently as his hair curtains around the both of you. The low groan that comes from him as you card your fingers through his hair sends heat throughout your body. He rolls his hips into yours and you tug softly on his silky strands. The next couple of minutes consist of fumbling hands and flying clothes until there are no barriers between the both of you. All of your heated touches and kisses leave you wet and waiting for him when he lines his tip up at your fluttering pussy. 

“Satoru said you called him perfect the other day..” Geto mumbles, slowly sliding into you. 

“I..” you furrow your brows not knowing what to say. 

“He’s been tryna make me jealous.” he voice drops as he moves to press his lips to your neck. “Gotta admit.. it’s kinda working.” he softly bites into your skin before soothing it with his tongue. 

“Suguru,” you gasp as he pulls out to snap his hips back in. 

“After all of the ‘rescuing’ I’ve done?” he chuckles lowly into your neck. “But today,” he snaps his hips again. “You are locked in this room until I’m done.” you flutter around him at his tone. 

He hears you start to respond and starts to hammer into you. He could never truly be mad at you and he knows Gojos words were only meant to spur him on and he decided to finally take the bait. You’re whimpering beneath him letting out incoherent pleas as you dig your nails into his shoulders. His pace is ruthless and becomes even more so when he pushes your leg up and leans back. He looks down at the mess you're making all over him and his sheets before glancing back and your scrunched face. 

“If you wanna cum you're gonna repeat after me.” he leans down and grabs your chin never letting his pace falter. “And loudly.” he smirks knowing the war he’s about to start. “Okay?” you nod trying not to burst at the way he grinds into you. 

“Yes,” you pant. “Anything please,” 

“Suguru,” he nods at you bringing a thumb down to rub at your bud watching your pussy cry a little harder. 

“Sugu.. Suguruu,” you cry out and he smirks. 

“Is,” his fingers dig into your leg as he has to push off his own pleasure. 

“Is,” your voice cracks followed by a loud moan. 

“Better.” he watches you work out the word on your tongue. 

“Better.” you squeak. “Suguru’s better, Sugu’s better..” you chant as you start to pulse around him. 

“That’s right baby,” he groans, spilling his cum into your seeping pussy. He lets your leg down and he slowly continues to rock into you sending aftershocks through the both of you. “We’re not-

“Open the door.” Gojo bangs on Sugurus bedroom door before jiggling the handle. 

“We’re not done.” Geto hums. “Maybe later.” his tone mocking. Geto ignores the continued banging against his door as he grinds himself into you until he’s hard again. 

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sukuna & toji - 2.3k

All this started because you forgot your robe after the shower. So with an arm squished over your breasts and the smallest wash cloth being held with white knuckles to cover between your legs you peek your head out into the hall before taking your chance. You start to sprint down the hall to only smash into Sukuna’s chest. Your cheeks are on fire and you squeeze your eyes shut willing a robe to wrap around your body but then you feel his hands grab your waist and you gasp, snapping your eyes open. 

“Whatcha doing?” he grins down at you. 

You shake your head and scuttle past him running the rest of the way to your room. Pushing your door shut, you lean back against it feeling your cheeks get even hotter. The wash cloth is thrown across the room as you stare daggers at your robe hanging on the wall near your mirror. Your bed promises to engulf you and your shame and you take quick steps to it before collapsing into your blankets and burying your head in your pillows. Minutes pass as you let the world drift away and curl further into your blankets. Your eyes become heavy as you let sleep take you as hours slip by.

“Hey, you up?” Sukuna knocks on your door with scrunched brows. You never hide in your room this long and he’s starting to get worried. “Baby?” he knocks again. 

You spring up from the bed and rush to grab your robe before making it to the door. “Yeah?” you crack the door open and look up at him. 

“You okay?” he takes in your lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Were you sleeping?” he leans against your doorframe. 

“Mhm,” you nod. 

“Come eat with me and Toji. We ordered in and got your favorite stuff.” he keeps his voice soft trying to coax you out of your room. 

“Really?” you pull your door open more. 

“Yeah, c’mon,” he offers you his hand. 

You grab onto his hand and he pulls you against his side before leading you down the hall. When you reach the dining room you see Toji lounging back in a chair with a lazy smirk as he takes in your form draped in your silk robe. You take a seat and they start to pass you a plate and boxes of take out. 

“Heard you streaked down the hallway.” Toji chuckles as your eyes widen. 

“Kuna,” you pout at him. 

“You looked good, baby. Don’t need to be embarrassed.” he shovels some food onto your plate before taking his fill. “Might just have to throw away all the towels and robes so it can keep happening.” 

“You’re a pervert.” you can’t help the way your cheeks burn under his gaze. 

“I wanna see since he got to see.” Toji grabs your attention and you turn to him. 

“Toji,” you whine. 

“Just a lil peek.” he grins. “After dinner.” he points at you with his fork before turning back to his plate. 

All dinner you were sure you were going to explode as they kept teasing you. Your robe was clutched between your hands as you tried to focus on your food but their low words and chuckles are keeping you on edge. They’ve always been flirtatious but their words seem more charged and their eyes hold a hunger you’ve never seen before. Dinner comes to an end and you feel like you’ve melted into a puddle under the table. 

“Look at you all flushed n squirmy.” Toji pushes his chair back and walks over to you. “Stand up baby.” he scoots your chair back. 

“Kuna didn’t see anything.” you rise from the chair and blink up at him. 

“No?” he steps closer to you. “So he didn’t see you squishing your chest together, still dripping from the shower?” his hands start to tug on the ties of your robe. “Or your cute little ass as you ran down the hall?” 

“Mmm,” you cover your face with your hands. “Toji,” you gasp as you feel the tie on your robe come undone and you clutch at it quickly. 

“You’re so fuckin cute baby.” he groans. “Lemme see.” he smiles as you let him pluck your fingers from the silk and he watches it start to open. 

“Well now he’s getting a better look.” Sukuna drawls from across the table. 

“Can we give him a better look too?” Toji brushes his knuckles against your cheek. “Yeah?” he prompts you, watching you nod.

“Yeah,” you suck your bottom lip between your teeth as Toji lets his hand drop to your shoulder and start to push off the silk. “That’s our good girl.” his fingers leave your skin pebbling in their wake as he bares you to the both of them. Toji starts to walk over to Sukuna and you trail behind him trying to hide behind his back. 

“Come on out, sweet girl.” Sukuna chuckles. You poke your head out from behind Toji and are greeted by Sukunas grin. “Not gonna bite or nothing.” the way his eyes are devouring you alive makes his words hard to believe. 

“I might.” you squeak when Tojis hand pushes against your waist and scoots you between the both of them. 

“Why’ve you been hiding from us?” Sukuna takes one of your hands and pulls you closer.  

“Been keeping this lil ass to yourself.” Toji tuts making you gasp as he grabs a handful of your ass. 

“I- Kuna,” you whimper when his hands come up to cup your breasts. “Mm,” you squeeze your thighs together when he takes your nipples between his fingers. 

“You like us touching you?” Sukuna watches you squeeze your eyes shut when he flicks his thumbs against the hardened buds. 

“Mhm,” you lean back when Toji brings his other hand to your waist and trails his calloused fingers over your skin. 

“What’s got you squeezing these thighs together?” Toji's voice washes over you as his fingers skim towards your lower tummy. “Hm?” he smirks watching your breathing deepen as he keeps creeping lower. 

“Want us to touch you here too?” Sukuna moves one of his hands down to start sliding up between your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper. 

Ever since that night the boundaries between the three of you have completely dissolved. It kept your heart beating a little faster when you were home with them. How possessive their touches were, how tightly they held you. With just a look they could leave you dripping and fluttering around nothing in anticipation of what they’ll do. 

Sukuna didn’t throw the towels away but you slowly stopped using them because he would usually show up in the middle of your shower anyways. You would still gasp every time he pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in. He would tower over you as he scooted you back against the tile to box you in. He steps closer, satisfied with watching your chest heave in anticipation.

“Please,” you push your chest into his as he presses you back against the cool tile.

“Hush, ‘m right here.” he leans down and takes your lips. “Always so needy.” he mumbles against your lips as his hands hook under your ass and lift you. “Know you’ve been waitin for me to come in here.” he smirks as you wrap your legs around him. 

“Please Kuna,” you curl your arms behind his neck, letting your nails rake along his skin. “Please please,” you whine when you’re pushed harder against the tile as he looks between you both to line himself up. “Yeesss,” you tug on his hair, feeling the familiar stretch of him pushing into you. 

He’s about to tell you to be quiet but it’s not like you're saying anything. Your words are lost to broken moans and small whines as his thrusts become demanding. “Feel fuckin perfect.” he starts to snap his hips into yours. 

You bounce yourself against him and with every wet smack of your hips your mind goes a little more blank. Sukuna watches your eyes start to flutter so he presses you harder against the tile with his hips and grinds himself into you. Nails clawing into his neck you shutter feeling the pressure start to build in your tummy. He pulls his hips back just to smack them back into you. 

“Kuna,” your breath is stolen from you when he starts to ram into you again. 

“Hm?” he grunts, digging his fingers into your skin. Your juices wet his cock more than the stream of water pouring down his back. “What d’you want?” he groans when one of your hands tangle in his hair and pull him closer.

“Ca- Can you.. please,” your wrecked voice has his hips snap into yours a little harder. “‘m gonna cum.. gonna cu- yesyes,” you pulse around him. “Want you to,” you gasp as pulls you off of the wall and snaps his hips up into yours pulling whimpers and cries from your mouth. 

“You want more?” he lets out a shaky chuckle. 

“Cum,” you press your forehead to his shoulder. “Your cum.” you nod your head. “Want it in me.” you press your lips to his skin.

“Course ‘m gonna fill you up.” he’s happy you don’t notice the way his voice wavers. “Pussy’s begging for it. Hugging me so tight.” he pants. 

“Please, I need it.” you whine and he feels his pleasure snap. 

“Then take it all.” he grunts and slowly grinds his cum into you. 

“Thank you, thank you,” you cling against him, rocking your hips into his. 

Toji has gotten used to being woken up from his naps by you and Sukuna going at it. Sometimes he would join but when he’s tired like this he’ll just close his eyes again and wrap his hand around his cock. He plans out what he’ll do to you later, sending his cum falling onto his hand and stomach as he listens to your cries as Sukuna takes you. He’ll fall back asleep with a smile and not wake until the moon is high in the sky and the apartment is dark. He doesn’t even bother to put on his sweats as he makes his way to the kitchen. 

As if you were waiting for him to wake up he hears you pouring yourself a drink. He smirks and lightens his footsteps as a grin forms on his face. The fridge shuts and he watches you set your glass in the sink as he slowly stalks around the counter. He steps directly behind you and watches your back straighten. You gasp when his hands grip your hips and press you into the counter. He pushes you down against the chilly surface and kicks your legs apart. Upon seeing your panty clad pussy he starts to slide his cock up and down the quickly dampening fabric.

“Toji,” you whimper, pressing your forehead against the counter. 

“Hush,” he brings a hand down to give you a quick spank. “Don’t wanna hear it, you woke me up from my nap earlier.” he swats his hand against your other cheek. 

He keeps one hand pressed to your back keeping you stuck against the counter while he lets the other grab all over you listening to your gasps and whines as he rocks his hips faster. His cock twitches when you arch your back for him and he feels the thin fabric start to get squishy from how wet you are. The whimpers escaping your lips have him leaking his pre all over your panties as he continues to hump against you. Your little gasps tell him how much you’re enjoying this and he chuckles when you kick one of your legs up when he quickens his pace. 

Toji lands two fast spanks on each of your cheeks before he slips his cock under your panties. You both groan at the contact before he continues his previous movements. You wiggle your hips and rock against him trying to catch his tip in your aching pussy only for him to stop his movements and spank you again before stepping back. He smirks when you turn your head with a frown when you see him stroking his cock.

“In me.” you plead, spreading your legs wider. “Please Toji,” he presses his hand hard against your back as you start to squirm. “Please.” 

“I dunno,” he leans closer to you, panting slightly. “I could cum like this.” he smacks his tip against the heated skin of your ass.

“‘m sorry I woke you up.” he watches your eyes well up. “Please,” he looks and sees your pussy crying along with you. “Toji please.”

“Yeah, alright.” he slides into your throbbing pussy and you press your cheek against the counter at his stretch. “Course you’re expecting me to fuck you too.” he sighs starting to pull out. “Anything else you’re wantin from me?” he lets out a low chuckle.

“Thank you.” you whine when his hips start to fall into yours. “Thank you, Toji.” you press back into him. 

His other palm lands on the counter next to your head as his hips start to pound into you frantically. The moans that tear out of your throat are barely louder than your juices sopping all over Tojis cock and down your thighs. He leans down over you and presses his chest into your back, smushing you into the counter. Your high catches you by surprise and you burst around him, thanking him over and over. With a few more sloppy thrusts he’s spilling his cum into you with low curses falling from his mouth. 

“Well damn,” Sukuna chuckles from the doorway. “Just needed a snack.” a grin spreads across his features as he walks over to the both of you. 

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[1nk20ul]

Jonathan Sims ALIVE?? I Believe I Have Proof.

(Spoilers for The Magnus Protocol!)

You heard that right. And if you've listened to TMP 39 - Dependents, you've heard it too. Not only can I prove without the shadow of a doubt that not one, but two Archivists are roaming TMA's London, but I can also prove with spectrogram + phonetical analysis exactly what Jon is saying.

Let me prove it to you.

First, let's start with an unedited audio sample, taken at 16:30:

Did you catch it? If you didn't, I don't blame you. There's a lot happening here. Let's check the official transcript for more context about what we're hearing.

So, what we're hearing is definitely the Archivist. It's evident that it's whispering something, but the specifics are currently hidden under layers of reverb, static, and tape winding. Let's clean it up a bit to get a better listen. I pitched the audio down 30%, reduced the background noise, and ran it through a few frequency filters to make the speech more prominent.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, that's definitely Jon.

At the very least, we know this is obviously not Beth Eyre, who voices [ERROR]. Since the transcript states that this audio has to come from an Archivist, that really only leaves us with one other possibility.

But let's assume you still don't believe me. I took the liberty of isolating the vocals entirely and running them through a linguistics analysis programme called Praat (which is fantastic + free by the way!). This way, we can analyse the speech all the way down to the position of the Archivist's mouth when speaking.

Here's the new sample we're working with:

I admit, the speech is a tad more muffled in this version. However, the lack of background noise makes the spectrogram much easier to read, which is what we are aiming for here. We're far past the point of just using our ears.

Behold the Spectrogram:

Looking at this diagram, we can conclude that there are four words being spoken here. (The second word is the gap in the middle part. Note the density shift at around 1000Hz. We know this word must be free of any sharp consonants.) More importantly, the formants provided can be compared to samples of Jon's RP dialect to determine if there's a match. If the frequencies match, it's the same voice. If we get the wavelengths to match, it's the same word.

Let's start with the first word. I'll skip the specifics, as explaining every minute detail would take forever and bore everyone to death. The left image was extracted from the spectrogram above. The right photo? That's Jon saying the word "this."

Note how both waveforms are split into two halves, low then high. Note how the high half trails off at the end. Take into account the similar placement of the red formants. This is the same word, pronounced in the exact same dialect, with the exact same frequency. It is Jon.

Let's do that again with the second word.

Again, the formants line up in the exact same order. The audio on the right is a bit louder, which is why the waveforms have a higher contrast.

What did this word happen to be? World.

Here is the original spectrogram in Audacity. The two bright spots on the right-hand side are easy. It's the same sound as the end of the first word as well. (Notice the frequencies are the same.) These are an easy Letter S. I then fact-checked this using methods like before.

Finally, we have clear, undeniable proof:

"This world isn’t yours."

Edit: thank you to @thestrangepoet for correcting “is” to “isn’t!” The presence of the letter T was a bit inconclusive, but it makes so much more sense in this context.

Now, what does that actually mean? Well, he’s likely referring to Sam. The extent of what he actually knows I’m uncertain of. Feel free to theorise and let me know! I have an idea about how this affects the overall story, but that's a post for another day.

I furthermore checked every single instance [ERROR] spoke for occurrences like this, and what did I find? Nothing. There was a bit of whispering in TMP 10 that I couldn't manage to isolate, but the voice was definitely Beth Eyre's. The only other time an Archivist audibly appeared in this fashion was... Oh, Hello. The TMP series teaser with Jon and Martin. Brilliant.

Now I just have to hope that nothing gets debunked by tomorrow. I'm crossing my fingers, TMP 40.

Thank you to Rusty Quill for sending me down this rabbit hole! The details added to all corners of the production bring so much life to the Magnus mystery. I'm glad I could dig deep and analyse this - We love you!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can you please do a part two of the Sebastian fluff where he lets his thoughts get the best of him and gets anxious that reader now sees him as a monster because of what they read on his document so he prepares extra good items and plans to give them heavy discounts and even some free but reader barges in like

"MANTIS SHRIMP??? PUNCH SOMETHING RIGHT NOW"

And after a bit of reassuring(possibly some punching too bc reader is too starry-eyed for him to say no to em) Seb realizes he trully never had anything to worry about and just, generally grows fonder of reader?

Ps. Adore your writing, keep up the awesome work!!

"God, why did I let them take it? Stupid, stupid, stupid.."

Sebastian couldn't stop beating himself up, even though he knew he shouldn't care about the opinion of any human sent by Urbanshade--especially one of the "expendable" class.

Yet because it was you, specifically--who was currently in possession of his document--he began to wonder what you'd think of him once you found out the truth:

That he was nothing but a horrible monster. Plain and simple.

If not the knowledge that he was a hideous chimera of several sea creatures' DNA...then surely the revelation that he caused the lockdown of the Blacksite would ultimately make you resent him.

He released all those creatures, who stopped at nothing to prevent you from reaching the crystal and had you running, fighting, or hiding for your life.

He was responsible for all the injuries you've sustained while crawling into his shop, desperately needing a medkit and a place to rest.

He would understand if you'd never want to visit him again after what they documented about him..but the image of your furious expression and overthinking the words you'd possibly say to him left him feeling incredibly anxious.

Suddenly, Sebastian found himself gathering more supplies. Medkits, code breakers, and every light source he had currently in the shop, trying to market down whatever he could. He was even willing to let you take batteries for free...which was something he'd never normally do.

Would it be enough to make up for everything horrific you discovered about him and the terrors he indirectly put you through? Absolutely not.

Was he willing to try it anyways just for the small chance that you'd keep visiting him? Maybe.

No other human has shown him a single ounce of kindness or gratitude for his services. Nobody except you, of course, and he refused to lose that.

-thump, thump-

"Shit.." He froze, hearing movement in the vent duct, hands trembling for his light to shine brighter. Part of him wishes he could stay in the dark, as he didn't wanna see your face and whatever hurt expression it could possibly hold.

But he knew it'd be rude if you actually needed to buy something, so he forced himself to look as your familiar figure crawled out of the small opening. You seemed out of breath, like you were just running from something, and stood up to dust the dirt off your pants.

"Sebastian..I need to know something, and you need to be 100% honest with me."

The moment you pulled out his document, the shopkeeper could feel his heart sink.

"Wh..What did you want to know?" He asked, already bracing himself for the worst.

You sounded dead serious, and he was convinced you were finally going to let him have it.

You were going to force him to explain himself and his actions, and tell him what a monster he truly was. Literally and metaphoric-

"Its it true that you have mantis shrimp DNA????"

Silence.

Of all the possible outbursts he expected from you, that certainly didn't cross his mind.

Sebastian just stared down at you, utterly dumbfounded. He blinked several times, unsure if he was truly seeing the wide smile and starry-eyed look on your face.

He had been waiting for a deep scowl, eyes full of anger and betrayal and sadness that he wasn't the "friend" he claimed himself to be when you first visited his shop.

Yet now? He saw nothing but pure delight in your expression.

"Um..yes. But of alllll the things you read about me, that shocked you the most?" He was still treading carefully.

"Well, it sucks that you were an innocent guy who got thrown into a shitty situation." You gestured to him, frowning a little. "And I'm sorry you never saw justice, but...it's just SO cool that you're part mantis shrimp!" A grin returned to your face. "They've fascinated me for years! I used to watch videos of them all the time. Did you know the velocity of just one of their punches is equal to a .22 caliber bullet-?"

"Stop." He put a hand up, huffing. "At least some part of you must resent me. I mean...helloooooo, did you skip over the bit where I'M the reason those monsters are after you?! There's no way you could've ignored that..unless your brain turned off the moment you read "mantis shrimp"."

"I read everything, Sebastian." You huffed back. "Look, if I ever had to go through what you did..I think I'd wanna rebel, too. And as much as those monsters scare me, they've probably endured the same experiments as you. They probably felt just as trapped and afraid. You must see at least a few of them as your friends, right?"

"Eyefestation and the PAInter are the only ones I consider "acquaintances"." He answered after a long pause, shoulders slumped. "The anglers are primitive, but they recognize me as the one who freed them, so they don't bother me or my shop. The only creature that tends to be an issue is-"

-thump-

-thump-

Tensing, you looked over your shoulder to see a Wall Dweller emerge from the vent behind you, its mouth split open and drooling with hunger, standing on two legs.

"-that." Sebastian glared at the creature; and before it could run away, he blocked the entrance with his tail fin. "Oh no you don't." He swooped over to grab ahold of its head with his third hand, causing it to shriek and kick its legs as he held it up high. "You seriously need to stop eating my customers when they're trying to BUY SOMETHING!!"

The Dweller just growled at him, to which he ignored it and glanced down at you. "What should I do with this thing?"

"Punch it!" You grinned, your fists balled up in front of you as you hopped up and down. "I wanna see how fast you could throw one!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Pleeeeaaase?"

"..ugh, if it gets that stupid puppy-eyed look off your face, fine." He looked back at the Dweller, grinning widely as he cracked his knuckles. "You wanna eat something so bad? Try this."

"....grahh-?"

In a blinding flash, his fist went through the creature's skull, effectively turning its head into dust. Then he dropped the whole body onto the ground with a grimance. "Eugh..never done that before.."

Then he looked down at you again, seeing your smile brighten. "Hope that made you happy."

"It did, that was amazing!" You laughed, kneeling down to rip off a chunk of the Dweller's flesh. He eyed you strangely, his expression changing to a look of horror as you shoved a piece in your mouth.

"What the f...why would you eat that?!"

"It's okay! I've had this stuff before." You swallowed, feeling rejuvenated already.

"B....Before?! What you're eating is clay and acid-"

"Actually, it's fresh meat. Reminds me of poultry, almost. I found a document somewhere saying that it has regenerative properties." You explained to Sebastian, whose eyes only widened the more you talked. "I didn't believe it at first until I saw the Angler kill one. I was hungry and...eating it healed my electrical burn somehow."

".......why was that not in its actual document?" He muttered.

You shrugged, ripping out another piece and offering it to him. "Care for a bite?"

"I'll..pass. But thanks." Lowering his body closer to you, he frowned. "Are you absolutely sure that-?"

"I'm sure."

"..you didn't even know what I was going to-"

"You were worried about my reaction to your file. I could tell from the discount signs and how you were scared to even look at me."

"............."

"But I promise it doesn't change anything, okay? We're still friends, Sebastian, and I'll still swing by to do business with you." You reassured him, smiling as you patted the back of his hand, before noticing the bandage on his third arm seemed bloody. "Um..when's the last time you changed that?"

"...oh this? Erm..it's fine." He attempted to hide it behind his back. "Nothing you should be concerned abou-"

"Too late. It's my concern now. Let me repay you for saving my tail."

He had no time to protest, as you were already on your feet and running for the medkit that was on the table. You weren't worried about getting to the next zone right now.

Not that Sebastian planned on kicking you out anytime soon.

No.

Now that he was able to confide in you, he was genuinely beginning to enjoy your company--especially as you asked him to rest his arm across your lap. From there, your gentle hands went to work changing the bandage out for a fresh one, using an alcohol spray to keep the wounds from getting infected.

He hissed and cursed a few times at the stinging pain, but not once did he try to get you to stop.

Suddenly, it all began to hit him in this exact moment.

You were willingly playing nurse to a giant sea monster that has killed a man and was responsible for the terrifying things you had to witness down here.

He couldn't understand..but at the same time he felt relieved that all along he had nothing to worry about.

"Th-That's fine..thank you.."

Hearing a sniffle, you glanced up as Sebastian hastily took his arm away, "standing" back up and turning away from you. You just smiled and patted his tail comfortingly, not saying a word as you waited for him to collect himself.

For once, that snarky and sarcastic fish you've come to know was gone, and he was letting his walls down, finally realizing he could trust you.

Eventually he fell silent, and you wondered what to do now. You bought everything you wanted to earlier, so you didn't wanna overstay your welcome-

"Do you mind staying for a little bit longer?"

The question surprised you, but you smiled and nodded. "Sure. As long as you don't mind, shrimpy."

There was a pause, and he slowly looked back at you, pouting. "Big talk coming from someone as tiny as you, friend." He playfully sneered.

You just laughed and shook your head, glad to see him in better spirits.

Thanks to that scrambler on his back, you didn't have to worry about HQ getting on your ass about continuing the mission or threatening detonation.

You could definitely stay awhile and ramble about more mantis shrimp facts to Sebastian...if he was willing to hear them, of course.

[spitdrunken]

'Ant' Tenna x Reader (Deltarune)

Notes: Horror undertones, but they're for things Tenna also does canonically. Happy ending...? I keep seeing people saying that this guy is going to be the new Tumblr sexyman, but I don't see anyone being feral about him yet. So. Here you go.

You’d gotten the TV from Toriel, practically for free. She’s well-known in the little town you’re renting a single-room apartment in, and had practically insisted you take it. (“My son… Is also a student, but he moved out. If he needed something, I would be happy knowing he got help from someone too,” she’d told you with a smile.)

Because, yeah, you are a struggling student, with a commute lasting about 4 hours a day, but you couldn’t afford any other place and were desperate enough to get away from home to take it. The town is beautiful and quiet, the rent is dirt cheap and the people are nice, though you can tell it’s not the same compared to if you had grown up here.

Your half a day long commute prevents you from doing much socializing, you’re always thinking about what time you’ll be home, how busy it’ll be on the roads and what the hell you’re going to be eating for dinner that night. Though, to be fair, even without that added hurdle you’ve never found approaching people the easiest. Like, ever. So, you spend a lot of time in your apartment, alone, doing homework or being online, either on the couch or in bed (which, considering they’re in the same room, kind of feel like the same thing). And, now, you have a television to add for entertainment.

It’s old. Toriel had warned you about ‘images that wouldn’t leave the screen’, and as soon as you turn the thing on there’s clear burn-in from the logos of kid’s tv channels and other things, an unfadeable memory. You can’t do a whole lot with it except watch cable… It doesn’t even have a HDMI port.

Still, you’re thankful for it and the old game consoles you’d brought with you from home out of pure nostalgia. Now you can finally dust them off and use them, remember what you loved about those games you played for hours and hours, on your own, as a kid. It feels warm and you find yourself smiling, face illuminated by the screen’s light.

But it always comes to an end. You turn it off, eyelids drooping, and the stress of your day-to-day with its rising expenses, loneliness, student debt and an already dead future career, rushes back to you all at once. You don’t want to leave your room, sometimes. It’s crushing. You don’t have any say in the matter, though, so you get up and keep going, every day practically the same. With a flicker of hope that it will, eventually, someday, get better. That’s what you’ve always been told.

One night, you fall in sleep in front of your television and have the strangest dream, one that feels as real as reality but surely cannot be. There, you’re chaperoned by a man(?) named ‘Ant’ Tenna, treated like the star of the show, the contestant in a quiz that has questions tailored specifically to your personal niche knowledge, and you absolutely blow it out of the park.

You’re not used to being the center of attention like this… Even if the crowd seems more like a mass of moving audience members, rather than actual people. Your knees are trembling for the first five questions and, even after, you struggle and stutter from time, but the host never calls you out on it. It’s surprisingly… Nice. To get this attention, to feel like you’re being acknowledged.

You linger after the show is over, unsure of what to do in the Green Room. You’re not really hungry or tired, which makes sense considering you surely must be dreaming. You wander outside, led by red carpet, and almost run straight into Tenna. He’s huge, absolutely towering over you, easily twice your height. You pull and tug a bit at your clothes as you crane your neck and smile up at him. “I wanted to say—Um, thanks for having me, mister Tenna! It was… Really fun!” Bright, white teeth shine at you from the screen that is his face. He folds his hands behind his back and leans forward, just a little. “Oh, sweetheart, just Tenna is fine! We don’t have to be all formal with each other, do we? I already feel like I know you so well!” You feel a little bit of heat rising to your face. The quiz had been perfectly finetuned to your interests… But that all makes sense, considering this is all happening in the safe confines of your brain, and this man is just a figment of your imagination. It’s all good. Tenna claps his hands in front of his body and you’re jolted from your thoughts. “If you were having such a good time, how about another round?”

And you do. You play and win at a whole variety of games, until your head is spinning—The dream seems to drag on, and on and on. More than anything, you’re having a good time shooting quips back and forth with Tenna, feeling seen and listened to. You don’t think anyone has ever laughed this hard as something you’ve said… Ever? It’s certainly flattering, to say the least, to have someone be so interested in you.

All good things must come to an end, though, and eventually you do get tired, and the life that you had temporarily left behind starts calling to you again. In your mind, it’s inevitable, so you might as well get it over with.

“Leave?” It’s the first time Tenna’s smile wavers during your… Day? Session. “But we’ve been having so much fun—” He laughs, stuttering over part of the noise. “Why do you want to leave?” His hand drums on the back of his head, making a dull clanking noise. “I can think up some more games, some more fun quizzes?!” Tenna’s voice shoots up in pitch. “We can save that for next time?” You say with a smile. This notion, the thought that you’d like to return, seems to settle Tenna somewhat. His hand drops back to his side, swaying back and forth. “Oh! You’d like to return… I mean, of course you would!” He beams at you. “I’ll—I’ll have some more time to think things over, for them to marinate! It’ll be great!!” “Yeah,” you say, a little breathless. “Thanks. Again. This was fun. I don’t…” you trail off and swallow. “I don’t really talk to a lot of people anymore. So this was really nice. Thank you.” You don't know why you say it. Perhaps because you don't think any of this is real. You've never been this vulnerable around anyone in real-life. Before you completely realise what’s happening, he lowers himself in a crouching position and pulls you into a tight hug. “I know,” he says softly. “I know. Me neither.”

You wake up with a sore neck and dried spit on your chin. It takes you a while to will your body to move. It’s heavy and sluggish. Unlike other dreams you’ve had, it remains crisp in your mind as ever. The world around you seems more gray-toned than ever in comparison to the bright colours and flourishes of the world you’d entered as you were dreaming… One where you didn’t have to worry about anything, with someone who has eyes just for you. Well, if he has eyes at all. Maybe that kind of saying would be considered offensive.

When you fall asleep that night, you do it on the couch in the exact same position, as if that were the reason behind the dream you had the night before. It takes ages for you to drift off. Embarrassingly enough, you’re so excited that your heart keeps racing. You fall asleep, going there again and again, a personal little place of peace you return to every single night. Maybe it’s all some kind of illusion your brain has conjured up to help you to cope and, if that’s the case, you could still have peace with it. You drag yourself through the days for the nights that offer relief.

“Why don’t you just stay here?” Tenna asks, eventually, uncharacteristic in his stillness. He’s an entertainer by his very nature. Even when he’s not on the stage, he’s always moving, always loud, always working to keep your attention on him. Now, he grabs your interest with nothing but quiet. “I know you’ll come back. You have so many times, but—Why even leave? What’s still waiting for you out there? A bleak future? People who don’t appreciate you? Stay with me…” For the first time since you met him, Tenna physically shrinks down in size, becoming close to your height. His head is hung low. “Please. I’d like, no, love for you to stay.” You reach up and stroke the glass of his face. “Me too. I’ll do it.” “You promise?” “Yeah. Definitely.”  He swoops you up and you screech as he suddenly increases in size once again, carrying you high up in the air all at once. As he breaks out in silly, impromptu dance moves, laughter bubbles up from your throat and fills your entire body. This is a happy ending, you tell yourself, though a little lingering bit of doubt retains. (Is this the easy way out? Have you chosen stasis over a life of infinite possibilities?) But… Well, if it’s lazy or weak or too easy, you decide that you deserve an easy life.

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+.MDNI. Part Ⅱ.

It's been 2 weeks, since step 1 of your body exploration project, Bakugou still refuses to call it that, instead insisting it's just horny hormones possessing you both, despite it, all he can think about is you, your pliant body, laying on the floor as he explored your chest.

He couldn't get the image of you out of his head, late night thoughts spent on wondering what you looked like underneath all the clothing, he understood your curiosity now.

"When are you free this week?" He spoke, breaking the silence in your office, you quirk your eyebrow at him, silently asking him for an explanation.

"I am not free till Saturday," You rummage through your drawers, "but I do have 2 days off after that," you pull out a crumbled paper, which had your schedule for the month. "Why though?"

He let's out a deep breath, wondering if he should ask you about the arrangement you both had, on one hand he didn't want to come across as some kind of degenerate looking for nearest and quick fuck and on the other hand, he rubbed his cock raw with your face in his mind.

You watch him closely, his face getting more constipated with each second. "When are we gonna continue that?" He blurts eventually, facing heating up as you continue to stare at him in confusion.

"Continue what?"

He groans, hands coming to rub his temple, he contemplated running away in that moment, at least he knows you still haven't figured out what he is asking for, he takes his chance, "You know, showing each other..." His voice quietens towards the end of his sentence, although you instantly understand what he was asking, you still tilt your head in faux confusion, furrowing your eyebrows to emphasize your non existent dilemma.

"Ugh!" He grunts, "I want to see your cunt!" He almost yelled, instantly cringing and wondering if someone outside the office may have heard him.

You press your lips towards, trying and failing to stifle a laugh, the giggle escapes, "Jeez, Suki, way to be subtle." You tease him a little, enjoying his flustered appearance.

"Don't," he sucks in a deep breath, "don't fucking bring it up."

"I am free tonight." You put him out of his misery, showing him the light at the end of a dark tunnel and eventually your pussy.

His nods his head, not meeting your eyes, "I'll pick you up at 7." Before he brisks out the office.

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It's almost 9 pm when you get done with dinner, something bakugou insisted he cooks for you before you both perform step 2 of body exploration project, it warmed your heart a little, warmed your pussy alot.

Despite all the teasing you put him through while he cooked, you were the one dripping, excited to finally see him.

He snarls, face scrunched up as he examines you sitting criss crossed on him bed, face supported by your hands as you waited for him to strip, "Why the fuck do I strip down while you stay clothed?" He argued, arms crossed.

You scoff, leaning back on your elbows, "If I remember correctly," you cock your head slightly, "I took my shirt off last time, so fairly you should be next," you wave around your hand, gesturing towards him legs, "so pants off, peaches."

He gets your point, but that doesn't really help his situation, he slowly strips off his pants then his underwear, he was hard, had been hard for weeks now, the vivid images of you, making his cock drool with precum.

He watches your reaction, the widening of your eyes, how they locked on his dick making it twitch, the slight parting of your lips, he hopes it's good enough for you, "Done oogling?" He snarls, trying to hide his nervousness, "whore." He spits out, it's harmless, not even an insult you know it too.

"For you, always." You wink at him cheekily, teasing smile painted in your face, as you crawl over to the end of the bed, coming in to take a closer look. "Do you mind sitting down, I kinda wanna see it from all angles."

"Ehh! The fuck do you mean see from all angles." He groans, every second with your eyes on him, pushing him closer to shooting his load, he is scared that he'll end up spraying without touching his cock.

"Wanna observe it Suki," You looked up at him from where you kneeled on the bed, "Can I touch you?" You ask, mouth watering at the sight of him, he sure did clean shave everything, he nods his head in response, too shocked to say anything else, "Words Suki, say it out load." You mean it as consent, he follows it like a command.

"Yes, fucking touch me," he groans when your hands instantly come to hold his waist, swaying slightly as you get close enough, that he feels your breath on his skin.

"It's really pretty, Suki" You examine him, dainty fingers coming to wrap around the base of his cock, he stutters, hips bucking forward unconsciously, you hear him mumble out an apology, his hand pressed up against his mouth, to stop the moans from leaking out.

It however can't stop the leaking of his cock, precum oozes out, it's thick, you could mistake it for come, "Is it always this wet?" You queried, thumbing at his slit, pinching your fingers together, his pre stringing.

"Shut. Up." He whined, before thick cum shoots out if his cock, you are fast enough to not let it get in your eye, but not fast enough to stop it from landing on your lips and lower.

Everything stills for a moment, you stare ahead, at his cock, your hand still wrapped around his base as he continues to twitch. He can't meet your eyes anymore. He thinks it's all over, that you'll realise what a loser he is, what he doesn't expect is for you to lick away at you thumb, fingers moving to collect more cum as you clean away all of it.

You catch is expression, "What?" You pout, "It's part of the exploration," you clean the remaining strings with your t-shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.

He stood still, processing what just happened, he dick still twitching as he finally moved to kneel between your legs, hands slowly coming to rest on your thighs.

"Excited to see my pussy, Suki?" You voice is low, mind hazy with his fingers so close to your cunt, you lift your legs, pulling off your short, plain white panties coming into the view something you chose for the night.

"It's so fucking wet." His hand moved to the back of your thighs, lifting them slightly, as he stared at the almost see through spot.

"It's cause of you." Your speech is little slurred, words coming out slow as your brain tried to imagine what he would feel like against your hard little clit.

"I better fix it then."

Oh, how the tables were suddenly turned.

Divider by @/diviniyae

[sleep-0-deprived]

Dom bottom Older coworker Yandere imagines ~ ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ྀིა

A/N I’m going into over drive on these Yandere thought of mine ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Just imagining you moving into a house somewhere in the suburbs, you have a neighbor he’s in his mid forties you’re pushing twenty seven. He’d slowly peek through his blinds just to see you moving boxes inside your house watching your body flex under those shirts of yours, his eyes following you nearly drooling seeing you walking to the mail box in grey sweats showing him the outline of your cock— oh god thats what you were packing?

Just imagining the Yandere neighbor working a nine to five in some office living by himself all alone, setting up cameras on your patio and whenever he introduces himself getting you to let him in long enough for him to set cameras up around your house while you make tea for the two of you. The older male watching you on his desk top in his office watching one of his hidden cameras peaking over his shoulders making sure his boss isn’t around to see how he’s ogling your groin just imaging your cock stuffed deep inside him.

Just imagining your Yandere neighbor being ashamed of his actions right after he orgasms to videos of you, but that all gets washed away whenever he sees you your face. His obsession unhealthy all he can do in his office is daydream what it would taste like to have your cum spurting down his throat? What faces would you make when he is deep throating you? Do you tense up or do you tremble— oh his mind runs wild full of dirty fantasy’s a man of his age shouldn’t be having for a man who’s just pushing thirty.

Just imaging your Yandere neighbor being fucked by many men in his past a few one night stands here maybe a cheap motel fuck there but when he finally gets you on top of him. His whole word crumbling how could a man of his age never been fucked so good before in his whole life? His orgasm hitting him like heaven cumming hands free with his hands in the sheets just going “doin so good, boy— so damn good for me” while your cock bullies his prostate.

Just imagining when the Yandere finally gets you to himself— there’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it he knows he’ll get you! Sending you nudes from his office bathroom spreading his cheeks showing a pretty blue butt plug inside him sending you a little lewd message attached while you’re busy doing your own think knowing he’ll leave you a flustered mess just cause that’s the kinda boy you are. Packing and like a horny rabbit when you’re jackhammering into him but a total lover boy outside of sex.

Just imagining having your Yandere neighbor on his knees right between your thighs during one of his “visits” sucking you off not letting you thrust your hips or grab his head as he goes at a painfully slow bob “be a good boy and I’ll let u fuck me after?~” he’d coo to you with his mouth half stuffed with your tip while you sit on the couch whining with a flushed face looking like the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, he’d build a shrine to worship your body every day if he could—

[eternalsunrise]

shower talk.

deadpool (wade wilson) x f!reader

wc: 750 (drabble)

tags! established relationship, sexual & murder references (duh)

notes! wade brainrot is so bad idk, logan fic coming soon pls forgive me

wade often barges into the bathroom while you’re in the shower just to sit on the toilet seat and rant about the mission he just went on, or even to ask what takeout you want for dinner. couldn’t it wait until you had clothes on? sure, but he wants to talk to you now.

unexpectedly, you decide to take a page out of his playbook.

you’ve just walked in the door after your 9-5, throwing your keys and bag haphazardly across the room in frustration. you spy the familiar rumpled up red and black suit on the floor, wade was home. you had complained last week about deadpool tracking blood into the apartment after his “work.” it seemed your boyfriend had listened and obliged. if it weren’t for your bad day, the image of him cupping his crotch as he scrambled naked into the bathroom would’ve made you smile.

you hear the water still running, but you finally understand how wade feels, this can’t wait. you open the bathroom door and throw the toilet lid down, unsure if wade even heard you enter over the sound of his own voice belting hall and oates’ greatest hits.

you sit down and let out an overdramatic sigh. your boyfriend’s voice quiets down halfway through “out of touch”

“honey bear? you’re home! these stab wounds will heal in about two minutes then you can join me. i know how you feel about seeing intestines, and i don’t want to make you gag…well scratch that i do sometimes—“

“i fucking hate men.”

you hear the sound of the shower curtain opening slightly, and wade’s head peaks out, looking at you with wide eyes, “woah language, babydoll! you know degradation turns me on.” his head tilts to the side, noticing the distress written on your face “but i have a feeling this isn’t about me…”

you spare him a narrowed glance, then watch as his head disappears. the curtain closes and you hear the water hit skin again as he resumes his shower. he’s giving you time to speak. remarkable.

“you remember that guy i told you about? the one that gave me major creep vibes? and was just an all around dick?”

you get a hum in response, and you can’t see it, but you know wade is physically biting his tongue so he doesn’t say anything. it’s endearing in a way.

you rub your face with your hands, the memory of what you’re about to say lights the fire of anger again, “well. guess who got that promotion i was being eyed for? i’ll give you a hint, it’s not someone with a vagina! and on top of that, i saw him try to look under my skirt as i was leaving! that fuck.”

you almost regretted telling him that last part, knowing where this was going. but your mind was clouded by frustration, and the water was already turned off. the rings screech against the metal shower rod as wade throws the curtain open, reaching over your head for a towel. “okay sweet thing. where does this cock suck and fuck live?”

your eyes catch a glimpse of red turning pink as it swirled into the tub drain. you shake your head, suddenly realizing the severity of what your mercenary boyfriend was implying. “no no babe please it’s not that serious! and you just got home. not to mention if people found out, you’d get in so much trouble all because of something silly that happened to me and—“

a long finger is placed over your lips. you’re eye level with wade’s v line, partially covered by the towel now wrapped around his waist. you trail your eyes upward, locking them with the one who interrupted your rambling.

“shhh. nonsense kitten. now. you’re going to tell me this guy’s address, and i’m going to go out for…” wade uses his free arm to look at a make believe watch, “hmm, about an hour. while i’m gone, you’re going to change out of this sexy pantsuit. then have a glass of wine, and touch yourself while you think of me fondly. i’ll grab dinner on the way home. yes?”

when you nod with wide eyes in agreement, he removes his finger, bending down to meet your face, “atta girl.” he praises as his lips graze your own, kiss light as a feather. he clears his throat then, patting your cheek a few times as he stands up to walk out of the bathroom. whistling as if murder was all in a day’s work (you suppose for him it is)

you sit there stunned, wondering if you just got your coworker murdered….and why you were so turned on.

[inkskinned]

so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.

this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.

somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.

i used betterhelp.

i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.

the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.

they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.

the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.

i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."

i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.

the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.

i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.

in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.

the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.

betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.

i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.

there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.

in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.

i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.

[batfluffs]

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