#i feel sick. every second i spend trying not to be so desperate and alone just leads to more lonely desperation just later??

[arthur-r]

all my fucking teachers are pitying me though???? like oh my fucking god i thought i wasn’t going to be that person anymore?? are you telling me that mental illness and physical illness and access concerns and low energy and motivation don’t go away when you move four hours away from home????

[etdanger]

AHHHH omg pls tell me u see the vision with corrupt cop mingyu and neighbor nice girl who’s super sweet !! she’s innocent but not stupid and mingyu likes that but she just pays him no mind

CW: NONCON, DRUGGING AND SOMNOPHILIA.

first, this 98% background story and 2% smut, literally, more of mingyu just being fucking sick in the head than anything but i really liked writing this so, and second, kinda fuck the police i guess-

the hot, older, seemingly normal cop next door that gets interested in you since the day he knocked on your door to introduce himself and offer you his number because “you’re so young… and alone too, it can be dangerous around here” clearly flirting and you simply nodded, gave him the biggest smile, a “thank you” and closed the door on his face.

you’re so sweet and nice and clearly such a good girl, so pretty too, he does everything to try and get your attention and yet nothing but smiles and few conversations from you. but he knows you’re not stupid and thinks you’re playing hard to get, convinces himself you looked at him differently once, and that just drive drives him further into his obsession with you and that’s where his not so normal side comes out.

listen, i don’t think he will ever admit out loud that he’s stalking you but that definitely what he does. he is a cop and that comes with certain benefits, he’s just using those to get closer to you. totally the type to find out where you work and ask his superiors to have his route reallocated to the area so he can spend all his day looking out for you. discovers your favorite cafe close by and starts casually ordering there too, acting all surprised when he hears your voice calling him, starts offering to take you to places and is quickly to brush it off when you say you can’t disturb his job, claiming it’s a “slow day, nothing really happening”.

you get what i’m saying here? he’s the type to use his job as a way to slowly insert himself into your life, your personal space, and it totally escalates to more extreme things. i can see him starting to find ways to scary you, to make you need him and his help, sending you creepy texts from random numbers through the day, pictures of yourself, even finding ways to break into your house in the middle of the night, making noises to wake you up or leaving things for you to find. his chest gets filled with such a sick satisfaction when you finally call him one night in tears and whispering, asking for help because there’s someone in your house and of course he is there in a minute, gun in hand and everything. so nice he is, taking your shaking body in his arms and reassuring you you’re safe, he won’t let anything happen to you. and of course, of course he asks you if you want to sleep in his house that night, or how many nights you want obviously, if that would make you feel safe, kissing your forehead so gently when you look up with teary eyes and nods.

he wraps you in a blanket, makes you tea, insists you take his bed, he won’t mind sleeping in the couch. listens carefully to everything you have to say about the things that are happening and wipes your tears when you cry, reads the texts you received as if he wasn’t the one who wrote every single one, looks at the pictures… promising he will make everything on his reach to find out whoever this person is, you can trust him.

and honestly i don’t care that this is too cliche or whatever, he would put something on your tea. like, i think that at this point he would be so desperate to have you, he doesn’t care anymore, just the sound of you crying and saying you needed his help, feeling your shaky form against his body, all of that was enough to make him hard, to think he wouldn’t try to touch you would be nonsense. so yes, he does puts something on your tea, enough to not have you opening your pretty eyes for hours, and stands for a few moments at the bedroom door watching you sleep, loving smile on his lips seeing you so relaxed in his bed, cuddling one of his pillows.

walks closer, as if you could wake at any giving moment, and sits by your side, brushing hair out of your face, leaning down to kiss your cheek and corner of your lips, breathing into your smell… he’s such a creep, for christ’s sake. runs a hand up and down your arm while the other palms his cock through his sweatpants, quick to pull your top up to get a good view of your tits, not holding back on grabbing one, yes, he should be careful, not leave marks, but he waited for so long for this, jerked off under the shower so many times thinking about you… speaking of jerking off, starts pumping himself by instinct, too lost on feeling your body. would try to resist but end up parting your legs and licking his fingers to toy with your pussy, groaning a bit too loud upon feeling your little clit and how tight you are, not properly wet, barely taking the tip of his index finger— but it’s okay, he will have time to make you wet for him in the future and fuck you nicely. spills all over his hand between groans and whispering things such as “you’re going to be mine, uhm? you’re meant to be” and “going to make you my pretty little wife, come home every day to you waiting for me here”

sigh… totally normal man who just wants a little wife.

[findmeintheferns]

sweet dreams

fuck me like you missed me then

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: y/n can’t sleep, how could she? she had gotten so used to ellie fcking her every night before bed. since ellie and cat were back together they can’t anymore. uno because that would be wrong, right? right???

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: angst, smut (oral sex, fingering), apologies if there is typos i got sick of rereading this lol

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.5k

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: ellie williams (TLOU) x reader

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You had tried everything, you mediated, downed 2 cups of chamomile tea, took a warm shower, read. Hell, you even counted sheep for a solid 15 minutes to no avail. You just could not sleep. Usually you wouldn’t really care that much, you enjoyed your quiet time and would spent the night finishing a book or watching whatever movie you could scavenge from crumbling houses. Nighttime was really the only time you could be alone. However tomorrow you had patrol at 5am and you didn’t really love the idea of no sleep before that. You stared at the clock as the hand crept closer and closer to the early hours of the morning.

“That’s it. Fuck it.” you groaned in frustration, pushing yourself off your couch and marching towards the door. You knew deep down this wasn’t a great idea, but you were desperate. It was freezing outside, you didn’t even bother to put on a jacket before making your way to Ellie’s. You see, the past few months between you and her had been kinda awkward. You were best friends since Ellie and Joel had returned from Salt Lake City. You met her during a rough time, and you bonded over that. She was the first person you ever did a patrol with, you know, without a group. You always knew there was something more there, you just didn’t act on it. However when Ellie and Cat went on their first ‘break’ you slipped up. The two of you had been drinking alone in her room, she couldn’t stop complaining about her ex and you were getting fed up of hearing about it. You didn’t like Cat in the first place, and the idea of making her jealous lit a fire in you, one didn’t know was there before. Ellie was mid sentence, saying something along the lines of, “And you know what fucking gets me? She says that I should cut YOU out of my life because you secretly want me blah blah blah yet she’s always with stupid Bailey, the one person I know for a fact wants to fuc-“ you cut her off, pressing your lips against hers and making her shut up. She pulled away, looking kinda shocked. That shock however didn’t last long because about 2 seconds later she was pulling you into her lap by your tank top and roughly kissing you back. After that incident you continued to fuck for a few weeks, spending almost every night in her bed or her in yours. The problem was you didn’t talk about it, probably because you knew it was wrong. You’d simply wait for one another the second it got dark out to show up at the door and then spend a solid chunk of the night having the best sex of your life. This was up until a week ago, which is when you noticed Cat desperately trying to fix things with Ellie.

“Wait- y/n, don’t go. I don’t understand?” Ellie quickly followed after you as you made your way to the door.

“Cat wants you back Ellie, come on we can’t keep doing this.” You grab the door handle but Ellie’s hand grabs yours, stopping you from being able to twist it. You make eye contact with her and sigh.

“Why does it matter if she wants me back?” she asks, confused.

You push her hand off yours, aggressively opening the door.

“You clearly want her too, you shouldn’t ruin your chances by continuing something that’s purely just sex.”

You don’t give her a chance to reply, you don’t even look at her face, scared that her expression will convince you she’s feeling something she’s not. You didn’t have the balls to tell her how you actually felt, like how you wish you were hers instead of Cat, or how you were scared to take it any further because you couldn’t risk losing her as a friend. From then on you had barely been talking, she seemed kinda pissed off at you actually. Plus her and Cat were back together, so yeah, you knew it was the wrong thing to do, but you no longer gave a fuck. You reach her door and gently knock three times, wondering if she’ll even be awake to hear it. Suddenly a sleepy, groggy Ellie opens the door, looking puzzled.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” she mumbled staring at you with confusion. You don’t waste anytime making your way into her room and slamming the door shut.

“Y/n I don’t understa-“ You cut her off again, grabbing her face and pressing her lips to yours. You expect her to get angry at you but instead she returns the kiss even more rough then you were. Before you know it she has pushed you onto the bed, her lean but muscular body on top of yours. You moan at the sight of her, she’s wearing a singlet with with no bra, so you can see how hard her nipples are already. Her hair is a little messy, probably from sleep, but still looks good somehow. She practically tears your shirt off you and moves her kisses from your lips down your neck and to your breasts. You gasp at the feeling of her lips on your chest as she intently sucks your nipples, making your whole body tingle. You pull on her hair and she lets out a moan, moving back to your lips. You’ve made out for too long, you need more, you grind against her leg and she retaliates, pressing her thigh into your clit. You grab her singlet and pull it off without hesitating. You begin unbuttoning her pants however you’re interrupted by her raspy voice.

“Wait, wait, wait, Y/n. Are we really doing this?” she says, clearly out of breath.

“I mean, only if you want to” you shrug

“I want to. I really want to. But i’m confused, you told me to get back with Cat? You made it clear that what we had was just sex, are you just really horny because if that’s the cas-“

You press you finger to her lips.

“Ellie, come on did you really think this was just sex to me? I hate Cat, I envy her. I’ve wanted you since we were 15 but I couldn’t risk losing you. I just can’t pretend anymore.”

You watch Ellie’s face carefully, scared that what she’ll say next will cause you two to never speak again. Instead she softly rubs her fingers on against your cheek.

“I really wish you told me earlier, we wasted so much time. I missed you this last week, a lot.” she sighs.

You are so relieved you could actually cry, but now is not the time for that.

“Fuck me like you missed me then.” you don’t have time to say anything else, because the second you finished your sentence Ellie has lifted you up and roughly placed you on top of her hips so that you are straddling her as she lays down. Your lips reconnect and you grind down hard.

“I need you” you moan, drunk on the how good this feels.

“I’ve got you baby” she replies, flipping you over and pulling your pants down quicker than you thought was humanly possible. She unbuttons her pants so you are both naked, your pussy pulsing from the sight.

“So wet for me huh baby?” she hums, causing you to groan.

Wasting no time she presses her mouth against your clit, moaning at your reaction to her tongue. It isn’t long before you feel your stomach begin to grow warm, you’re not going to last long. You grab her hand that is tightly gripped against your thigh. She always does this so she can hold you in place while she licks and sucks in the perfect rhythm. You push her hand further down and she knows exactly what you want. She presses her fingers inside you and you throw your head against the pillow, making the headboard loudly hit the wall. She continues to finger you while using her magic mouth on your clit as you feel yourself begin to come undone. It makes you so fucking wet how much she loves eating your pussy.

“F-fuck, FUCK, Ellie i’m so close. I’m so so fucking close ughh” you moan worryingly loud but oh well, you couldn’t care less in this moment. Ellie moans into your pussy and you’re thrown over the edge, cumming arguably harder than you’ve ever cum in your life. Ellie rolls over, laying next to you, as you both try and catch your breath.

“Fuck.” You groan, thinking about how good she makes you feel. You roll over and look at her, sweaty and breathless.

“You okay?” you ask “You seem kinda out of breath.” She turns to look at you, her cheeks bright pink.

“I-I um, sorta”

“Spit it out Ellie” you say impatiently, worried something is wrong.

“Shut up” she retaliates “I came. When I was eating you out idk how but I finished”

You giggle, moving so that you are now on top of her.

“Naw don’t be embarrassed Els, wanna cum again?” you whisper in her ear causing her to groan,

“You know I fucking do”.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 40, It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us

"Neeks, you awake?"

"What time is it?" The Hades child mumbled, pushing his hair out of his face.

"11:24."

"How the fuck am I still tired?"

"Because you still need to catch up on sleep and you're off drugs medical and others after a while so you're still adjusting."

"I'll be honest I didn't process half of that." Will rolled his eyes teasingly, walking over to mess up his hair more than it already was. Will started to look through some files he'd brought in with himself as Nico started to get ready,

"Can I braid your hair?"

"You know how to braid?"

"Not very well, but Kayla made me learn a few years ago before she had to let Aussi cut her hair on a dare."

"I can imagine how well that went, but sure." Will sat next to him, brushing out and parting his hair before starting to do a french braid. "Do you have the second volume of Heartstopper?" Will laughed, quickly kissing Nico on the cheek.

"I can't believe I thought you were straight but yes, I have all the books."

"I can't believe I thought you were straight."

"Think you were the only one Neeks."

"Oh shut up Solace."

"Don't think I will di Angelo."

"Gods save me."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Nothing." He answered almost instantly,

"Not an option."

"I'm not hungry." He promptly ignored him and pulled out three ceral bars from his pocket,

"Pick one."

"Leave me alone."

"Do you feel sick?"

"I- I- just... can't, drop it William."

"I'll leave them here, just eat when you can, alright?" He said, half hugging him.

"Fine."

"Nico, have you considered talking to someone? Maybe keeping a journal as well?"

"Only if you'll also get help." He couldn't think of something he wanted to do less but Will needed help, desperately.

"It's not your job to worry about me."

"Will, I'm your boyfriend, it really is."

"Are you comfortable with the idea of talking to someone?" He was fine, he knew he was worthless what's the point of lying to himself.

"N-no." Fuck, this wasn't going the way he hoped.

"Nico, you don't need to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, that won't help. Also... I'm sorry about last night.. I- it's- yeah I'm just sorry."

"Will, no one's perfect, you need help, please, just try to."

"Neeks, I'm fine, really. I was just shocked last night and yeah, there have been a lot of people in the infirmary because of the war normally it's just less hectic." Lying through his teeth, he hated himself for it but that's fine, just another thing to add to the endless list. He wasn't Nico's responsibility, he doesn't need anything else on his mind.

"Just, take a break every now and then, I swear you're always working."

"Actually Kayla's ban me from working for the rest of the week soooooo."

"Good, you need it. Wait does that mean I don't get to see you for a week?"

"Nope, you can't get rid of me that easily. Apparently I'm too much of a simp for that, but I have a feeling she's timing it to make sure I don't spend the whole day here."

"I can see that happening, but you need a break so she is completely right."

"I really hate you sometimes di Anglo."

"I know." He whispers, blowing the son of Apollo a kiss.

"Solace, times up!"

"Better go Sunshine, also... I'll try journaling, I don't know if it'll help but I'll try."

"I'm proud of you Neeks," He ruffled his hair before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he kissed him back, wrapping his hands around his neck."I'll see you soon."

***

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello! I hope you’re doing alright, may I please request some Romantic headcanons for Kanao with a Male reader, who's perhaps Aoi’s brother but he stayed as a Demon Slayer, who has a crush on Kanao and cares about her (he never minded her bluntness, and was always ready to help her) but he's secretly jealous on how close she and Tanjiro got? Just some slight angst with plenty of fluff, but only if it's alright!

Ooh! I’m pretty sure I haven’t written for Kanao solely yet so this’ll be exciting to try out!

Tsuyuri Kanao- Sunflowers and Roses

Kanao doesn’t really have many actual friends. Sure, she has her adoptive sister and the girls of the Estate but they aren’t true friends in a level that you are and because of that, she highly values you. She met you when Shinobu brought in you and your younger sister, Aoi to work for the mansion but you trained under Shinobu to become a demon slayer

Kanao’s heart pitter patters with you. Is this what friendship feels like? She always asks her as she calmly listens to you talk. She doesn’t ever talk to anybody about her opinions on you as she has been conditioned to keep her mouth shut, though she can’t help but wonder if that feeling is normal for friends to have

Kanao patiently waits for you to return to the Estate and stares at your hand when you do. She wants to hold your hand, it makes her feel a strange warm feeling but she just can’t bring herself to ask so it is awkward silence for a few seconds before you take charge. She blushes and gasps everytime, no matter what

Kanao believes she views you as just a friend and the treatment you give her is viewed as positively normal when everybody else can clearly tell you don’t feel just friendship for the Tsuguko, you’re madly in love with her and you always tend to her, every injury. You’re there to care for her, whilst she is oblivious to your advances

Kanao loves making baked sweets for you but again, can’t gather the confidence to directly give you them so she leaves the tray in your room with a unspecified note. Aoi is usually the one who tells you that the gift is from Kanao and her friendly gestures enable your massive crush on her

Kanao is more than a bit insecure about your strong bond with her. Wouldn’t, a nice guy like you, get so sick of a annoying girl like her? Doesn’t have any emotions, so quiet and blunt, can’t decide for herself. She believes you deserve a much better close ally but she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings at all

Kanao doesn’t notice the way you glare angrily at her and Tanjiro spending time together, from behind her back. She just genuinely believes you’re completely fine with Tanjiro and she doesn’t believe you would care so much about her being close to another guy

It all crumbles down when you notice how Kanao stares lovestruck at Tanjiro. No… she’s in love with him?! You can’t take it. You’re so jealous that you can’t even bare to keep the fact you want to sock Tanjiro in the face for winning your crush’s attention so easy when she doesn’t even notice all your attempts

Kanao is concerned by the way you close yourself off from everybody, out of the blue and she is desperate to help you, like how you always helped her, but she doesn’t know what to do so she goes to Tanjiro and his friends, unaware that including them makes you more cold and hostile towards her

Her heart is broken at the way you bark at her to leave you alone. B-but… you’re best friends, don’t you think that? Are you angry at her? What did she do?

Kanao will figure out how to make you talk to her, one way or another. She truly cares for you, as much as you care for her and she really does value you to a extreme degree. You’re her only longest friend and you’ve always been her rock, her support

You have a very special place in her heart

“Dokusha… I don’t know what I said… look. You’re amazing and you’re so talented, you mean a lot to me and you’re my greatest friend. You’ve made me feel more… like a human being and whatever girl wins you as her husband, I’ll envy that girl. Because you are the whole package, Dokusha. Don’t forget that”

[urtheoneiwant]

Don't Leave Me in the Dark: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Genre: Angst with a kind of fluffy ending, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: After being called back to Top Gun, Rooster can't bring himself to tell his partner about his upcoming mission and its danger.

Warnings: Couples fighting, themes of abandonment, anxiety, miscommunication, crying, some fluff at the end, making up, kissing. Gender neutral (was written with fem!reader in mind, so please let me know if there is anything I missed that makes it non-gender neutral please). Let me know if I missed anything else!

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Second fic under the belt! Thank y'all for the support on my first fic, I hope you enjoy this one as well. I have some other fics that are in the first draft stage so more should be coming soon :)

(GIF IS NOT MINE!)

You loved Bradley Bradshaw with your whole heart. You fell for him the second you laid eyes on him in your English class your senior year of high school. You would do anything for him. To make him smile. To make him laugh. You were utterly in love with him.

All this to say that you were never so mad at someone, let alone your fiancé, then you are right now. 

This all started a few weeks ago when Bradley was called back to Top Gun for a mission. Not sure of how long his visit would be, you convinced him to let you stay there with him. Fortunately, you worked remotely and had nothing logistically holding you back from going. So he agreed, and off the two of you went. 

You had landed in a small home nestled in a local neighborhood. Despite its ‘cozy’ size (as you affectionately tried to defend it), you loved it. Bradley had to stay on base, so you didn’t spend as much time with him as you usually would. Regardless, when you did see him it was like nothing was different. He was still your Rooster and you were still his Y/N. 

A few days into your time on the North Island, you were sat out on the beach with Brad. You only had the chance to see him at night once his training let out, so the two of you laid on a blanket looking out at the night sky. 

“That’s Orion, see his belt? It’s the three stars that line up” he murmured in your ear while pointing out to the black beyond. 

Something about this made the pit that has been in your stomach for the past few weeks settle. You longed for a life of domesticity with the man you loved so much, but you knew that wasn’t in the cards for you right now. And you were okay with that, accepting Bradley’s dreams and being as supportive as you could. But just as soon as the nerves settled, in the following silence they seemed to bloom back up.

“Bradley?” you turned to look at his side profile, him still glancing up to the night sky.

“Yes, baby?”

“Tell me about the mission” you pleaded. Despite his training beginning, he had yet to tell you any information on what he was brought back to do. Whenever you asked, he would brush it off claiming he didn’t want to talk about work when he got to spend time with you. And understanding his concern, and also wanting to make the most of your short time together, you always let it slide. But not this time.

“Baby, you know I don’t want to talk about that right now. Let’s just sit with each other, let me take my mind off things?” he said, head turning to the side to meet your gaze. While he phrased it as a suggestion, you could tell he had authority in his voice. 

“But I can’t take my mind off of it. I’ve been sick to my stomach over the past few weeks. I’m worrying over something I don’t even know about, and that makes me worry more. Please, I just need to know something. Anything.” you said back, voice shaking as you confronted the feelings you were trying desperately to suppress. 

“Y/N, I don’t want to talk about it. Please drop it for right now, we can talk later” he replied. But that wasn’t good enough for you. You shifted to sit upright on your elbows, now looking down at the man lying next to you.

“No, we can talk now. I can’t even describe the stress I’ve been under every day, wondering if this is it. If this is the last month I have with you. If all my plans for us are going to come crashing down around me. If I’ll never get to walk down the aisle to you. If I’ll never get to see you grow old. I can’t go on just not knowing. It’s not fair Rooster.”

“Nothing about this is fair. I’m sorry,” he whispered to you before he began to stand up. “I have to get back to base.”

“So that’s it you’re just leaving?” He looked down at you, now standing at his full height. Slowly he turns, backing facing you. “Bradley Bradshaw, don’t you dare walk away from me.” You choke out, feeling hot tears slip down your face. 

You scramble to your feet, running after him as soon as you are upright. “Brad, please” you yell out. He slows down, and you finally are able to catch up with him. Not knowing what to do, or what your feelings towards him at the moment, you wrapped your arms around him practically hanging off his body as you cried into his shirt.

“Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry” he crumbles. “Look at me baby, I’m so sorry.” he pulls you back from his chest, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I don’t want you to be scared, and I thought we would be okay if we just ignored what was happening. I didn’t know you felt like that honey. You’re right, it’s not fair but the least I can do is tell you what is going on.” 

Rooster falls to his knees pressing himself into your thighs and hugging your legs. “It’s just with the Maverick situation, and all these feelings about my dad coming up, I can’t handle the thought of losing you.”

“You will never lose me. Never. No matter what the hell is going on. I just want to help you. I need to help you, but I can’t do that in the dark. With the fear of not knowing. I don’t need every detail, but I just need something.” You smooth his unruly hair back from his face and lift his chin up to look at you. You lean down, lips nearly touching as you murmur “I need to know if you’re going to come home to me.” 

Closing the gap between the two of you, Bradley placed a kiss on your lips. It was deep and passionate, but ever so gentle as if you would shatter if he moved too fast. He broke away only to lock gaze with you and promise “I’ll always come home to you.”

And despite that nagging feeling inside you that started this mess, and despite the uncertainty of the next part of your life, you knew that you would be okay. He would make sure of it. 

[reallifemarvbruh]

What ever made you think I would love you?

MARVBRUH !! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

I would love you ‘till I’m dead.

this IS NOT necessarily canon accurate. this is just for funzies…alright…yolo fuckheads

i headcanon that zebruh went through something traumatic when he was younger, headcanoning that someone forced themself onto him, specifically someone with purple blood.

seeing marvus for the first time made something switch in him, something in his brain just clicked.

the resemblance he saw to the troll that hurt him along with his matching blood color, he was set up for failure.

becoming obsessed with him and only him, wanting nothing more then to be with a man just out of his reach.

projecting all his past trauma and issues onto the singer and having sick fantasies of the two together. it was all he thought about, really.

even becoming so desperate that he would deliberately go out of his way to harass marvus, being in places he shouldn’t have been in, everything you can think of.

being over the moon when he got what he wanted, being stuffed and full of what he wanted in a way that was dubiously consensual.

marvus forcing himself on the blueblood, giving him “what he deserves”, saying hes just giving him what he wanted.

zebruh would cry and sob while it happened all while still projecting onto him…even saying things out loud that were sick and disgusting.

it didnt happen more then once either, he found ways to have marvus force himself on him time and time again….still projecting and saying these sick thoughts out loud about how oh yes, he deserved to have this happen and that he was sick in the head for enjoying, even going as far to mention the first time, making references to it that marvus wouldnt even get.

marvus would get turned off and confused by it, disgusted when he realized what he was trying to say, stopping his actions to the dismay of the blueblood.

zebruh would whine and beg for him to continue, just to finish and hurt him as much as he could and at that point the singer didnt have much of a choice but to finish the job.

after time and time again, marvus couldnt help but just feel bad for zebruh and his sick, desperate attempts at trying to find “love”, trying to find another troll who would care about him….or at least care about him in the definition he had.

eventually, he gave in, just for one night to give the poor motherfucker some peace.

making it clear he didnt want anything more and that this was just out of pity but zebruh clung onto his little bit of hope that he could change his mind, spending the rest of the night practically drooling all over the other and being so sickeningly sweet to him that it was just sad really.

not being able to be away from him for one second, begging him not to leave him when he had to go. he couldnt spend another night alone again with his jeans unzipped, sweating and drooling all over himself while he fantasized.

but thats just what it was. fantasies. thats all it ever was.

he wanted more, praying to be given more after the little taste of heaven he got the one night.

it was all he could want in his sad, pathetic, lonely life.

but, no, he didnt get any of it.

still finding himself in his room, lonely and half undressed every night with porn open on his devices, only having his disgusting thoughts to keep him company.

[eurydicees]

points at you! "Your Ideal" by Cinema Hearts !!

hiiiiiiiiii i wrote you some tamaharu, as a treat. i used the full album as inspiration not just the song, and i'd never heard it before but i rly liked it! anyways please enjoy :P

summary: i'm me before i'm a suoh, tamaki says. it's just that sometimes he doesn't know who me is without the suoh part. (haruhi will always remind him.) prompt: your ideal (cinema hearts) pairings: tamaki suoh/haruhi fujioka words: 1119 warnings: none

before being a suoh

His first and oldest memory is of his mother. She’s smiling down at him as he plays with some building blocks, piling them on top of each other to create a house that won’t fall down. He reaches past his little house to grab another block, and the whole thing comes crashing down. She laughs fondly as he stares at the rubble of his building block home. 

Tamaki’s last memory of his mother is of her crying. He’s hugging her goodbye, before taking hold of his suitcase and boarding the plane to Japan. He can hear her crying even as he walks away. It’s a sound that haunts him. 

Somewhere in the middle of the two are good memories, scattered around his mind. Positive memories that he holds onto tightly, gripping them with both hands and digging in his fingers so that they can’t slip away. He doesn’t want to ever forget them. 

His mother laughed, sometimes. She used to sing him to sleep. She would bring him warm glasses of milk after he woke up from a bad dream. She wouldn’t let the chef cook his birthday cakes, insisting on doing it herself. 

When Tamaki thinks of home, he still thinks of her. He doesn’t think of the second Suoh mansion and he doesn’t think of Japan. He thinks of his mother, and the way her hand had felt when she stroked his hair as he cried. He thinks of her, and the way she had tried to smile after him when he left her, but had only been able to muster up more tears. 

She told him to live every day with a smile. To be happy in Japan, as happy as he could possibly be. She told him to be true to himself, and to make sure he treated his grandmother and father kindly, because, however little they show it, they do love him. 

It’s not that Tamaki doesn’t want to do those things for her—he does. More than anything. It’s just that they’re all a little bit contradictory, he’s found. He can smile as much as he wants, he can be as happy as he wants, but it’s not benign true to the part of himself that longs for her. It’s not being true to the part of himself that so desperately wants to see his mother again, it’s not being true to the part of himself that is so terrified of change nor is it being true to the part of himself that wants to go home. 

It’s not that Tamaki doesn’t treat his Japanese family well, because he does. He’s respectful and open and as kind as he can be. He gets good grades, goes the extra mile in extracurriculars. He’s at the top of his class and one of the most well-liked people at Ouran. He invites them to his school events and cultural fairs and things. 

It’s not his fault that they don’t come. Or, if they do come, they just shun him. It’s not his fault that they don’t care. It’s not his fault that trying so damn hard has gotten him nowhere. 

And, really, it’s not his fault that he feels so alone all of the time. 

It’s not a new feeling, being alone. He had a lonely childhood—not many friends, just his mother for company, a sick mother who couldn’t spend as much time with him as she would have liked—and he’s grown accustomed to it. He’s always, at the very least, had all the games and stories he played in his head. He’s always had something to hold onto. 

But now as he looks in the mirror at age seventeen, he thinks he sees something his mother wouldn’t recognize. He sees someone that he himself doesn’t recognize, most of the time. When did he get so tall? When did his posture get so straight? When did he start flirting with every girl who comes his way? When did he let go of his childhood with his mother and become whatever his father wanted him to be? 

It’s stifling, like he’s been trapped in a marionette’s body and his father is moving the pieces around. It’s like everything that used to make him himself was left behind when he stepped onto the plane from France to Japan, or like everything that he used to be had drowned when that plane took flight. It’s like everything he used to want to be has been warped and changed in the confines of the mirror; like the shift of a preschool teacher to a CEO of a chain of preschools. 

Tamaki tries not to spend too much time looking inwards at these things about himself. He doesn’t like the shape that they’ve become. When he turns away, though, and he forces every muscle to relax and every mask to drop away—

Somehow, every time, it’s because Haruhi is there. Somehow, every time, it’s because Haruhi is looking at him and it makes Tamaki want to be something worth looking at—not for the sake of his father but for himself. 

Being in Japan under his father’s thumb and his grandmother’s judgment is like being trapped; it’s like being an ant in a glass bowl under a magnifying glass. Being with Haruhi, away from the eyes of his family and their expectations, has become as familiar as a memory and as comfortable as a home. 

There are some things worth being in Japan for, Tamaki thinks. He wants, desperately, to make a home out of his family. He wants, desperately, to make a house big enough to fit all of them, big enough for their love to stay in, big enough that he’s allowed to love them all at the same time. 

He came to Japan to save his mother. He came to Japan to heal the relationship he didn’t have with his grandmother. 

He is staying because he is determined to make a home here, out of all of this. For the sake of his mother, he will have to be happy here. Until he can build that so-big-so-beautiful house for his family, he will have to find somewhere else soft to rest. 

So for now, he will put his heart in Haruhi’s hands and find home in their palms. 

I’m me before I’m a Suoh, he told them once, and sometimes he thinks that it’s only true because Haruhi reminds him who he is. Who he can be. Who he wants to be. 

So yes, for now, for always: he loves Haruhi and, in doing so, he chooses to live every day with a smile, just as his mother wanted him to. 

(He thinks that she probably would have liked Haruhi.)

[ser-rctslcyer]

💥, 🌟, 😳 for billy!!! the boy!!

my sweet baby 🥺 (this is post s3 au where he lives and (much to his grief) he joins the gang)

[light angst-- well cause it’s billy]

💥 : A fighting headcanon

Tanky + Quick

Look, Billy is tanky. His broad stature does a lot to intimidate most other boys who think they can mess with him. It’s also very good for shoulder checking Demo’s whenever things get really bad. He will throw his full body weight into anyone and anything; it does not matter to him. He’s sturdy and strong; put an axe in his hands and he’ll be knocking heads in no time.  

Most people don’t expect it from him, but Billy is incredibly fast too. It comes as a surprise to most just how quick he can be; like you can be upright one second then he’s got you tackled and on the ground in another. I think track and field would’ve been an interests of his (more so than basketball) but due  to his issues with Neil, I personally don’t see him being a huge person about sports. 

🌟 : A secret wish headcanon

Love

There’s a lot of things Billy has wished for in his life and it all boiled down to his troubles disappearing; for everything to be better. The one thing he wished for more than anything was to be genuinely loved again. A long period of his life was filled with faux familial love and short relationships that meant nothing more than sex. His last real anything were the few friends in Callie but now they’re all moving onward in their lives-- while he’s stuck and alone, again. 

That all changed when the two of you both fell in love-- genuine bright love. At first, it was overwhelming having someone who truly cared about him. He’s be a bit of a mess, worrying about pushing you away but all you did was plant your feet and Billy has been grateful for you ever since. You take care of him like no one has and he for once feels happy again. While it’s still a rocky road for him, you’ve made it clear you’ll be there every step of the way. 

There are somedays he looks at you and thinks how you might be his wish come true. 

😳 : A confessing headcanon

Heartfelt/Sincere

It took him a long while to confess to you; in fact he was sure he never was going to. He spends months in turmoil once he realizes he’s in love with you. He worries himself sick, fearing what your answer could be or how he could ruin it all if you were to be. Every time he saw you, it shook him to his core because he only ended up falling harder. He denies it first, desperately shoving his heart away into a box; trying to do anything not to admit it to himself. When he realizes its not his feelings aren’t changing, he tries coming up with some sort of romantic way to tell you but he couldn’t find commit to an idea you’d like.

So he settled, by writing his feelings out on a piece of paper; keeping it tucked in his back jean pocket. It was one normal night between you two, chatting and having a good time when he decided to tell you. His whispers carrying off in the night’s sky, paper tucked tightly between his thumbs as he reads it out to you. He pauses every so often just to gauge your reaction, desperately wanting a cigarette to cool his nerves until he finally finishes. He tucks the note back in and tries not to look like a hurt puppy as you speak. With all his adrenaline going, it takes him a second to realize that you’re saying you feel the same way-- until it does register and he cracks a smile. You launch at him, giving him the warmest hug known to man and its in that moment, Billy thinks it’s all going to be all right. 

[makingspiritualityreal]

Notes from Rahu Antardasha

Not really in the mood to be inspirational today, and I'm not gonna force it, even though I have a lot of things waiting, that I want to share.

Sometimes I still smile thinking of the nicer things that I managed to do for myself through externalising my energy. I wanted to talk about it more, but the difficult circumstances of my life are weighing down on me too much today. I walk around with a constant weight in my stomach, an emotional burden I can't get rid of even though I'm trying my best to address my feelings and regenerate.

I've always had people mess up my personal space, and I never had enough energetic room to exist. I either had a family member, a partner or a roommate put toxicity into my sanctuary, and enduring this for almost 30 years has put a damp on my life to the point its unbearable and it's giving me constant physical pain. I do my best to not spread the difficult energy onto anyone and be the best person I can be in these circumstances, but most of the time it's unbearable. I can't stand looking at people at this point, because I feel like whenever I manage to construct enough good energy to actually be myself someone comes in to ruin it. By the time I defend myself and draw boundaries, it is too late and the delicate balance I managed to achieve is gone, and it takes me hours, sometimes days to go back into it.

I never had a space for myself, where I could exist uninterrupted. I don't even care if I'm completely alone at this point. I pray for freedom to be able to call shots in my own life without hurting myself by doing things that were destructive to me, like the past habit of workaholism that too me years to break. I am pretty much desperate at this point and I hate every second of my life that I have to spend in this condition. Constant fights, stress, everyday interruptions to my basic peace of mind. I'm sick of the turmoil I have to endure all the time.

I used to fear loneliness, and years ago because of my problems with basic survival after my only parent died, I had to make difficult decisions. Now I fear for my life, because of the constant emotional, verbal and energetic attacks I have to repel. I feel like life has been very unfair towards me to deny me the basic freedom of just...living and breathing without someone polluting my space. People in your life should be an addition to it, not a burden. I've never had anyone add to my life in a positive way without some serious strings attached to it.

I rarely have the luxury to even spend one day in peace. The little peace that I get, I used to create and share. But I promised myself that I will share how I feel even if I don't have the energy to talk about spiritual topics on days when I feel like utter crap. I pretty much would prefer dying to continuing to live like this, but I'm completely out of ideas on how to improve anything else in my life, even though I work so hard every day on becoming a better person and dealing with all my internal blockages. I have no practical options and avenues for anything and I've lost hope that they even exist. I feel like I can't heal despite how hard I've been working at it, because I haven't been given any avenues to heal at all, only obstacles and extra burdens to carry when I already had no strength left in the first place. I braved it even if it was very bad. And I still have absolutely nothing for myself to show for it. At some point no matter how much you do your best, no matter how much you're proud of yourself, if you receive nothing to show for it, there is nothing that you can do.

Maybe I will wait an hour, wake up tomorrow and feel like it's stupid. A part of me is embarrassed to even express these emotions. But I don't know how I can cope otherwise, and I know the problem is very real. I'm being emotionally abused on the daily, and no amount of conversation, fighting, me standing up for myself has changed that. Some people really don't have any integrity or quality of character whatsoever, and I have entered some form of cosmic rage stage for the universe allowing someone to do it to me in the first place, for me to be forced to live like that. I don't even believe in these relationships or connections anymore. I don't care. I just want to be able to be me, to breathe in peace without being interrupted by anyone.

[bittersweetkissesxx]

2

My dad says I have anger issues, I snap at everything at first go. I’m inclined to agree, but with you cried if you remember. One day I woke up and the world had shifted, you were for better words, cold. I panicked in this time, not because I was scared to be alone but because I genuinely loved you. Yet I knew, knew you moved onto someone new. I didn’t really know how I knew, perhaps gut feelings. It was before he came into my life and you knew that. You Remember the days were you wouldn’t reply, 15 hours here, 6 hours here yet I was always able to miraculously be at your beck and call within seconds. I begged to spend 30 mins of ur time each day to talk to me, to which you complained that you couldn’t play your games, you sat there and argued with me for going parties and drinking and having fun. You tore me to shreds body shaming me, gym shaming me. You let them say and do that to me and I stood up for you to all my friends every chance I got because I loved you, I tried to make it work, I talked everything through. My friends told me to leave you, your friends told me to leave you, my own parents told me to leave you after I just came home and cried. I don’t even recognise who I was, I don’t know who I was then? Do you know how scary that is? All for you? To beg for the bare minimum? But you know that, you know you are a fucking cunt, you regret what you did deep down but you’ve always had to have someone to blame haven’t you? So you stitched me up, you allowed me to go be with him as friends and used it behind my back to say I was cheating, you got everyone to turn on me and I must admit you played the role very well. I had no idea, and you definitely won something I would give you that, you won friends who bullied you and shared ur nudes online for the whole world to see lol, they saw ur dick before mine and side note they didn’t have good things to say, neither do I. You won ppl you hate but hey you get the sob story of me cheating on you, which hey you love to tell everyone, imagine it gets far with the ladies tbh as they tell you I wasn’t worth it and your ego is boosted and what not. I’m not really arsed what you said then, and I wish I could say I knew from the beginning but I didn’t and you caught me by surprise, but do me a favour ur sob story is lacking evidence and a hell of a lot of emotion. Do me a favour and leave me in 2024 instead of still trying to rope in my friends. Ur boring me now and I’m sure ur friends are sick of ur sob story. After all me and you both know the truth of how our relationship really went down right? But I know you like to not be the issue so I’ll give you this and I’ll let you get ur fake friends from it. And I’ll enjoy every second knowing inside ur truly miserable and all your friends really know who you are… and if I’m wrong, then why did they approach me at the club? Because they see through you, you was just the safer option. Don’t flatter yourself I don’t need people like that in my life sweety, however you reek of desperation. Get my name out of you’re mouth I didn’t even cheat you mong it’s 2024 get over how you treated me and move on, I did.

[just-samy]

... sexy... or stupid...

Ither way... in wanting to be his everything..it is cause for comparing myself.. Wishing I was just like all them other girls... then completely tearing myself to pieces ...wondering why you chose me...what is it at all that I have, that has any sort of hold at all....

I'm afraid to share a shelf, with nothing at all in common(so I tell myself in mocking). when in my head I wager also due purely to hormones and high strung emotions i really am not so different...

..when it comes down to it, with my comparing thinking of ways in how i should change, and desperately clinging to that new love feel...forget adding me to the burnt out and said best to the collection of empty i love yous... when at one time it was deeply ment, as was the time that was poured into making it mean so much more...please.. in wanting to be your everything... all I ask in return, is do not look me in the eye and say different to me otherwise.. instead I hope to be left alone on the floor.... my fear... is wanting to be just this... wanting to be your center, while I to desire a center .. to hold your attention like I unknowingly did, a time not so long before, how I quivered with every glace spared my way captured and held so intently by your stare. I could damn near taste the want... guided by your hand, I was shown a whole new world...I tried to hold myself back... your touch still has me shiver...

I lost..... I lost when your wanting me, gave me a greedy courage. An okay... i was okay to feel this longing I felt pulling me along in stride. We were matched in step, side by side... Who am I to kid myself though... already smitten the moment my eyes found yours... drunken... I wish I could blame how easy it was to find my breath on the booze.... but I'd seen to in the second time in asking for my number...you wanted to be enough for once....

My want, to be your everything... its true... as with my attempt with every day I get with you to prove..when I tell you I love you, I will do what it takes just to show you...small things to your most wildest wide raging muse...you are more than enough...

Would you show me too..

Will you be so willing to share this...how you see all the world. And it the millions people in it...

From there spurts in being in, and around all about, something. Wanting it for so long. Caving. Going out of way, breaking bank. But you got it anyway.. To afraid at first to take this thing, you had to have... so you keep it tucked away still mint in its box. Recipes already gone. This thing you looked into...in an instant not only did you just want this... but you looked into it, studied it, before you knew it, you loved it. Had to have it. It was only top the the line, the newest compared to last year's model. Only thing really different the lights turned different colors, it was thinner more compact(giving you space for something else to forget about in the two weeks to binge on it,, till it came time for the next mind blowing thing)... things... and we all know right, no one but I can touch it, it means that much....and when it's broke, finger to point blame lands on every one but... why try to fix it at all... trash it, what's another couple hundred to spend when it's only a few weeks till this whole other thing comes out...

Friday, just got paid. Next day, call in sick. pitch a tent, wait in line. Dead set. eyes glued. Just one thought, and none more in question. New phase, new trend, 2 years same brand. Hurry hurry think of something, change the look. slight adjustment in , ' so last year's' flip of the wrist, snap of a finger, omg yesss, that fad we all forgot some years ago!!!!lets tweak with that only half ass, call it a side show bit. A hint of a twist and a smidge to glimps. the comeback, make believe, not the idea that failed to begin with, but the same idea to pass believable..it is we behind the shit idea, vs the no thought

I'll be your everything

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

First Time With Atsumu Miya

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x f!reader

Prompt/summary: Truth be told, you were both a bit afraid to have sex for the very first time. Both of you being virgins, Atsumu knew that things were going to need to be taken slow for both of your benefits. He hadn’t expected simple little things to feel so good, but he also wasn’t expecting to worry so much about you this first time in bed

Word count: 7.8K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, fingering, light clit stimulation, pussy penetration. Fluff, strong language, 18+

Notes: This smut is pretty slow, inexperienced, and I tried to make it really detailed to make it seem more real. I won’t do this for every single one of my first time prompts, however there’s something about Atsumu that just makes me want to take my time and write everything so vivid 😂

I know the gif is of both of the twins instead of just Atsumu but... I couldn’t not use it. Just look at how happy he is 😭

I hope that you guys enjoy this Atsumu smut! I’m working on a post that is officially over 13.K as we speak and it’s one I won’t be separating into two parts, so be on the lookout for that as soon as I finish and then get the urge to proofread all of those words 😂 I’m gonna try and write another texting series chapter soon for the characters catch-ups! Hopefully I can get another one out today 

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You gave a soft moan, hand buried in your boyfriends hair as he kissed you in a way you hadn’t felt in weeks. It had been about two weeks since you and Atsumu had more than just a moment alone. Every time you came to his house, it was for dinner with his family or to study while Osamu was home. You only got just a split second to get something from the pantry to share a sweet and short kiss or a moment when Osamu when to the bathroom to feel his lips on yours.

Aside from his arm around you or his hand in yours, things with Atsumu were almost back to when the two of you weren’t even dating.

But now, things were different. Osamu was gone for the night, mentioning earlier where he was going but you completely spaced as Atsumu’s tongue pushed into your mouth. His parents were gone for the weekend, having a short trip to themselves since the boys were old enough to be left alone and they rarely got the time away. You knew that you weren’t supposed to stay here, that you should go home and you should tell your mom your friend that you’d said you were spending the night with wasn’t feeling too well and you wanted to come home instead of risking getting sick, but you couldn’t leave. You couldn’t stop the kiss and leave the bottom bunk with your boyfriend.

With flushed cheeks, you sucked on his tongue and made the man give a soft hum at the feeling. The house was completely silent aside from the two of you, something that you never had experienced before. There was always somebody home, it seemed. Whether that be his mom, his dad, his brother— but even through the shut door you could always hear some form of sound before a few minutes later the door was opened. You knew that his mother trusted you, but you also understood her reasoning for wanting the door opened.

Absentmindedly, you slid your hand along Atsumu’s chest over the shirt that he wore. You’d seen the man shirtless on so many occasions it was almost hard to count all of them, through summers at the pool and beach or him just wandering around his house without the clothing on, but there was something different today. You were wanting to see him shirtless, not just to take a quick peek at his abs, but you wanted to see him, to feel his body against yours and you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.

You gave an almost desperate sound against his mouth before Atsumu pulled away, giving you a moment to breathe as he gently nudged your chin up and leaned down to kiss your neck. You gave a soft hum in pleasure at the sensation of his warm, wet lips pressing to your skin. You couldn’t help it— his lips on your neck was a cathartic experience that you never wanted to end. Biting down on your bottom lip, you squirmed slightly on the bed beneath the man who’s large hand groped at your breasts over the shirt and bra that you wore. It wasn’t like he had never touched them before, like he had never seen them even, though it was always an accident brought upon by his failure to knock and instead simply barge into rooms as if he was expecting to catch you doing something bad behind his back.

“‘Tsumu?” You spoke, earning a soft hum from the man as he pressed one final kiss below your jaw and leaned up to look at you. The wooden planks from the bed above were blocked partially by your boyfriend who licked his lips as he looked at you curiously. “I, um… I was wondering… when are your parents getting home?”

“Tomorrow evenin’.” He said, gently reaching up and caressing your face as his knee pressed closer between your legs. You swallowed hard and chewed on the inside of your bottom lip, unintentionally making the man that much more attracted to you in the moment as his gaze fell to your lips. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you again in this moment, but he knew you weren’t finished.

“And ‘Samu?”

“He’s gone for the night.” He told you information you already knew, but you thought it would be better to get confirmation that you were right before you expressed your thoughts. “Why?”

“Well… I was wondering if you might want…” Your cheeks warmed as you averted your gaze from the man. “If… if you might want to have sex with me?” You missed the way Atsumu’s cheeks immediately warmed and his eyes widened in shock. Sex was something talked about before, but it was a long time ago, back when the two of you were still inexperienced teenagers. You said that you wanted to wait awhile, and Atsumu, who was also a virgin, didn’t mind waiting as long as you needed. Despite wanting to experience it, he had to admit that he was worried to have sex with you for the first time.

“O—oh, uh— yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He flushed deeper, unsure of how he was supposed to agree to this— if he needed to sound more sure or if he seemed too anxious. “Do ya really want to?” Finally, you met his gaze and nodded gently.

“I think… I’ve wanted to for a little while, but we’re never alone anymore.” He gave a soft chuckle and nodded along with your words, his gaze quickly flickering back to your lips. “I just… don’t really know what to do.” You admitted. “I’m kind of nervous.” He gave a sigh in relief at your words and nodded, visibly relaxing his tense shoulders.

“I’m nervous, too.” He admitted. “I just wanna make it feel good for ya.”

“I’m sure it’ll feel great. It’s not like we don’t knock our heads when we kiss anyways.” He gave a soft laugh and nodded along to your words. “I’m sure we’ll make mistakes, but… that’s gonna be the fun of it, right?” You asked almost hesitantly. “At least neither of us are completely experienced and the other has no idea what they’re doing.” Atsumu nodded again and leaned in to press a soft kiss that he’s wanted for what felt like forever in his mind to your lips.

“We’ll take it slow.” He promised. “Ya can tell me if ya don’t like what I’m doin’. And if ya change yer mind, just tell me.” You nodded, shifting along with the man as he gently pushed his warm hand beneath your shirt.

“If you change your mind then we can wait, too. I know we’ve talked about wanting this before, but… it’s pretty nerve-wracking. I won’t make fun of you if you decide you don’t wanna do it.” Atsumu sent you a small smile and pressed another soft kiss to your awaiting lips.

“I know ya won’t.” Thankfully for Atsumu, he’d previously shut the door on instinct when you were in the room with him, not wanting the family cat to get into the room and disturb the make out session that both of you had been craving since you walked in the door. “I love ya.” You smiled and gently kissed the man again.

“I love you, too.” He seemed hesitant for a moment, carefully moving on top of you and trying not to hit his head on the bunk over him as he slid his shirt up.

“Is it alright if I take this off?” He asked before he slid the clothing off of himself. He watched you give a quick nod as your eyes looked down to his exposed abs.

“I won’t complain.” He finished stripping the shirt off, tossing it off of the bed and sliding his hand back up your shirt. “Do you want to take mine off?” Flushing as he thought about head on seeing your breasts for the first time for longer than just a second, he nodded. You sat up a little bit with the man, helping him take the clothing off of you. He tossed it aside while you started to take your bra off and watched as his gaze fell to your breasts. “You can touch them.” You told him as he seemed to fiddle with his fingers. You laid back on the bed after letting your bra fall to the floor, watching as he licked his lips and brought his hands to your breasts.

An almost shaky breath left the man as he cupped his large, warm hands around your breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. As many times as he had touched them over your shirt, Atsumu had never once touched your breasts like this. It was almost hard to believe this was really the first time that you were touching and feeling each other after being together for such a long time, but his cock was quick to twitch in his pants as he felt your nipples start to harden against his palms.

“Can I suck on them?” You nodded without hesitation, watching as your boyfriend moved on top of you to lean down and press a few soft kisses to your cleavage before he pressed his lips to your breast and gave a soft hum at the feeling. A quiet sound left you as his warm mouth enclosed around your nipple and gave it a light suck. He glanced up and met your eyes as you bit down on your bottom lip, watching him with warm cheeks while he sucked on your nipple and earned another soft sound from you.

You couldn’t help but try and squeeze your legs together, pushing Atsumu’s knee that was between your legs against your crotch and making him flush.

“Why are ya squeezin’ yer legs together?” He asked as he pulled back and licked his lips. “Ya tryin’ to hide somethin’ from me?” Your cheeks warmed as you glanced down at his knee between your legs. “Are ya feeling okay?” You nodded, meeting his pretty eyes again. “Can I… can I touch ya?” He asked. “Will ya let me touch ya?” You nodded and moved along with the man so that he could undo the button on your jeans.

“You can pull them down as much as you need.” You said, flushing as his fingers grazed along your thong when he slid the zipper down. “You can take them all the way off if you want to.”

“Do ya want me to take mine off, too?” He asked, watching as you seemed to think for a moment before nodding.

“Only if you want to, though.” Atsumu nodded, helping you slide the jeans off of your legs and letting them fall to the floor. His cheeks warmed quickly as he looked down at the thong that you wore. Despite seeing you in a bikini many times in the past, this was a completely different experience. He had never once been able to see a small wet spot on your bikini like he saw on your underwear now, and it made him give a soft moan as his cock ached in his jeans.

“Fuck, ya look so wet.” He bit down on his bottom lip and looked at you with nervous eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“I just… I don’t wanna mess up.”

“It’ll be okay.” Atsumu seemed hesitant as he undid the button on his jeans.

“Will ya show me where to touch ya?” Your cheeks burned as you looked at the man.

“Uh— do you mean you want me to touch myself?” Matching your own blush, Atsumu’s cheeks burned bright red as he stopped mid-way while he started to unzip his pants.

“No! I— uh, I meant, uh— will ya— will ya guide my hand.” He stumbled over his words, trying to regain his composure and yet he couldn’t even think of a time he’d been more embarrassed than now to calm his racing heart.

“Oh, s-sure.” You nodded, trying to steady your own pounding heart as you could feel your hands shaking slightly as he stripped his jeans off. Atsumu gave a soft mumble beneath his breath as he comfortably rested back on your leg, though this time pressing down on you more and letting you feel the hard erection in his boxers. He glanced at your hands and gently reached over, holding both of them in his own and catching your attention.

“Are ya okay?”

“Yeah, just… nervous.” You admitted along with the man who nodded.

“It’ll be okay. Just… show me how to make ya feel good. And if ya don’t wanna keep goin’, just tell me.”

“’Tsumu?” He hummed as he met your eyes again after looking down to the light pink thong that you wore that dare he think seemed wetter than before. “Umm… will you take these off of me and… and let me see you, too?” With shaky hands himself, Atsumu nodded and carefully moved to take the thong that you wore off, stopping at your knees as he looked at your now bare body and felt his cock twitch again. You looked at him when he stopped, embarrassed when you saw his eyes looking at your body.

He gave his head a soft shake as he finished sliding the underwear off of you, though hesitating before tossing them aside. You looked at him, curious though quickly showing more than only flushed cheeks as your eyebrows furrowed inwards in embarrassment as he brought the underwear up to his nose and licked along the front where the wet spot was.

“Atsumu,” you grumbled in an embarrassed tone, making the man give a soft chuckle before he let the clothing fall to the floor. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed as he hooked his fingers around his tight boxers that went a little bit above his mid-thigh. You watched the man eagerly as he started to strip the clothing off, tensing when his cock popped up out of his boxers and against his stomach. “Jesus christ,” you mumbled to yourself, making the man give a soft laugh as your eyes widened. He tossed his boxers aside and met your eyes again.

“Do ya… wanna touch it, or do ya want me to touch ya first?” You seemed to think for a moment before slowly sitting up a little bit on the bed and looking at his cock, flushing at the sight of the precum that was drizzling down the side of his shaft.

“Can I touch it?” You asked, meeting his gaze. He was quick to nod and move a little bit closer to you on his knees. Hesitantly, you reached your hand up and pressed it to his hip, the other reaching up and groping at his thick shaft. He gave a shaky exhale, visibly twitching in your light grasp as you slowly started to slide your hand along him. He gave another soft moan, watching your hand as you watched his cock twitch in your grasp.

The moment was almost intense, though not in a bad way. Nothing was spoken in this moment as you slowly moved your hand a little bit faster and made Atsumu give a soft moan. You eyed the tip of his cock, watching more precum bead up at the tip of his flushed looking head. You couldn’t help but lick your lips, wondering what it might taste like, what it might feel like for his cock to twitch in your mouth instead of your hand. You wondered if he might cum fast, if he would be able to hold himself back. You didn’t think Atsumu had never touched himself, in fact you were pretty aware of his fapping habits.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you looked up at the man with only your eyes, unintentionally making his cock twitch in your grasp.

“Should I… should I suck on it?”

“Only if ya want to.” He said. The two of you were quiet, whispering this whole time since you mentioned sex as if someone else aside from their family cat was in the house and may hear, but instead you were alone and both of you just embarrassed. “Ya don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You admitted softly. “Will you teach me?” He nodded, shifting more comfortably on his knees and scooting closer to you.

“I saw that ya should relax yer jaw one time awhile back,” he said, reaching down to brush a few stray hairs away from your face. “I know everyone is big on deepthroatin’, but ya don’t have to, okay?” He watched you nod. “Take as much as ya want, and if ya don’t want more than just the tip, that’s okay.” He assured you. “Take yer time.”

“Relax my jaw like… how?” You asked, watching the man give a soft shrug.

“I was hopin’ ya would know.” You gave a soft laugh that made him smile as you looked back to his cock.

“Okay, uh— I’ll figure it out.” You leaned in, feeling anxious as your fingers that rested on his hip gently rubbed over his hipbone. You had heard a lot about how to suck a dick from friends, but now that you were doing it, you were unsure of the advice they’d given you. Before you didn’t think it would be that important, but now that you were about to put your boyfriends dick in your mouth, you didn’t know what to do and wished you’d paid closer attention to their words.

You slowly licked around his cockhead, making Atsumu twitch in your grasp.

“Is this the first time for you?” You asked, looking up at the man. You were certain that Atsumu would have told you if he had more experience than merely kissing, but you never got into the full details of things you’d done and hadn’t done. While Atsumu had now been your first everything from kiss to this, you knew he had at least kissed another girl before you. But as he nodded, you wondered if he was just as inexperienced in bed as you were.

“I’ve never… been touched by another person like this.” He admitted almost shyly. “It’s kinda embarrassin’, that I’m this old and I’ve never even had my cock sucked, but— I don’t blame ya or anything,” he was quick to add since the two of you had been dating for such a long time now and you knew he would never cheat on you. “I wanted to take things slow, too. I was nervous, it’s just… a little embarrassin’. Even ‘Samu has done more than me.”

“Well, I guess you can’t really say that anymore.” He sent you a small smile and nodded.

“Yeah, yer right. I can’t.” You smiled lightly, though quickly turning your attention back to his cock and leaning in, this time taking the head into your mouth and making the man give a soft moan as you lightly sucked on it. “Take yer time, remember.” He said. “No rush. If ya wanna stop, ya can stop. If ya wanna make me cum, ya can spit it or tell me and I’ll pull back out if ya want me to.” You looked up at the man again with your eyes and made his cock twitch in your mouth and nearly fall past your lips. Embarrassed yourself, you closed your eyes and focused on him, taking a little more than just his head into your mouth and sucking along his shaft. Atsumu gave a blissful moan as you sucked on his shaft, his eyes closing, lips slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed upwards in pleasure, a look you missed as you took him into your mouth until your chin hit your hand and you gave a soft sound in struggle against him. “Don’t take it further than ya want,” he reminded you through soft moans and groans, though a suck from you stole his thoughts away from his reminder. “Ah, fuck— it feels so good, baby,” he gave your hair a light squeeze in his fist, sliding his fingers further through your hair. “Will ya use yer tongue a little more?”

Trying to focus on sucking on his shaft and moving your head along him, you tried to think of what he meant, sliding your tongue around his cock and making him give another moan that made your clit throb. You had never heard the man make such sounds before, but it left you squirming on the bed every time he spoke and moaned.

“Fuck… f-feels good, baby,” he mumbled out beneath his breath, giving another moan as you slid your tongue around him. “Mmm, baby— I’m…” He flushed warm as he could feel an orgasm coming. “I’m gonna cum… gonna cum so fast if ya keep doing that.” You peeked up at the man who hung his head because of the bunk over you, eyes closed, cheeks flushed and eyebrows furrowed inwards in pleasure as you sucked on his shaft. The thought of him cumming in your mouth made you squirm on the bed again as you continued to do just what you had been doing. “Baby… yer gonna make me cum,” he moaned, twitching again in your mouth— something you were certain that you were never going to get used to.

You gave a soft hum around his cock when he bumped against the back of your throat, trying not to gag yourself on him as he moaned out in pleasure. His orgasm was coming soon, and now that you knew that, you sucked harder on his shaft, making the man give a sort of shocked moan.

“Ah! It feels so good!” He moaned out, giving your hair a sharp tug that made you give a sound against him. “Ah— sorry, sorry,” he was quick to apologize, though you completely ignored it and instead continued to suck on him so hard that it made his toes curl. You got more comfortable bobbing your head around him— though just in time for him to reach his orgasm, giving a moan that was louder than needed as he struggled not to hit his head on the bed over him.

Your cheeks were bright red as you felt him cum in your mouth, though pulling back slowly with one final suck. Atsumu peeked his eyes at you as you swallowed, watching your tongue slide over your lips. He flushed, having previously heard from friends and even his own brother that the girls they had sex with often damn near refused to swallow the cum or made them pull out. He was shocked that you hadn’t pulled back and watched as you averted your eyes from his stare.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mumbled out in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he gave a soft chuckle and looked between your legs, his cock that was slowly feeling less erect was quick to harden again as he pressed his hand down to your thigh. “Okay, now will ya teach me what to do?” You nodded, scooting back on the bed a little bit and spreading your legs more. He flushed as he watched you spread your legs for him and bit down on his bottom lip in anticipation.

“Okay, here,” you reached for his hand, putting two of his fingers by your lips and licking them to get them wet, making his cheeks warm before you brought his hand down to your pussy and gently pressed his fingers to your clit. “Press here— gently— and just rub.” He nodded, watching as you leaned back on your hands while he started to rub a soft circle on your clit, making you give a small moan. “You can go a little faster, just don’t push hard.” He nodded again, unsure of what to say in the moment and doing as you had said, trying to be careful with the pressure that he applied. It was another thing he’d heard— as much as he knew women could take, they were sensitive on the clit, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in an attempt to make you feel even slightly as good as you’d just made him feel. He still couldn’t get over how fast you had made him cum and how amazing it felt, but your soft moans were making his hard cock throb for you even still. “Oh, just like that…” You moaned quietly, relaxing your head back and closing your eyes. “You can stop or finger me whenever you want.”

“Do I just put one in?” He asked, bringing his other hand up to his mouth and licking his middle finger. You nodded and looked back at the man who brought his hand down.

“Just push it in and kinda rub inside or curl your finger while you do it.” He nodded, carefully pushing his finger inside of you and giving a soft sound as how warm and wet you were around him. A soft moan left you as he did just what you had said and curled his long finger deep inside of you. “Oh, right there— just like that,” you said, flushing as you now watched his fingers move on and inside of you. “Fuck, your fingers are so long.”

“Am I doin’ okay? Do ya need more?”

“It’s amazing, but you can put another finger in if you want. Just… be gentle.” He nodded and carefully teased your entrance with his ring finger before slowly pushing it inside of you and making you give a moan as you laid your head back again.

“God, your fingers are so big!” You hadn’t even stopped yet to think about his cock— how badly it was going to hurt stretching you out. You knew for a fact that you hadn’t accidentally broken your hymen and that this was going to hurt not only because it was your first time, but because you were going to be tearing it when he went inside of you. “Fuck…”

“Does it hurt?” He asked, watching your eyes squeeze shut. “Are ya okay?” He was worried about you, anxious about the thought of hurting you. He knew that you weren’t going to blame him for the pain, but that didn’t make him feel any less bad for the way your eyes squeezed shut this tight.

“Yeah, it’s okay— it just…” You trailed off and he easily finished your sentence.

“It’s tight.” You nodded, meeting his gaze as his fingers stopped moving inside of you. “I’m gonna tear the thing, right?” He asked, unable to remember the name and yet he knew a few things about the first time a girl had sex. Something about the hole not being open and instead covered by skin that would tear when something too big entered.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to tear the hymen.”

“Yeah, that thing,” he said with a nod. “Are ya gonna be okay? Are ya gonna need somethin’ we don’t have?”

“Well, I am going to, more likely than not, bleed. And I don’t want ruin your sheets, so… maybe a towel?” He nodded and carefully pulled his fingers out of you, watching you give a little wince.

“Do ya think we’re gonna need lube?” He asked. “I don’t wanna hurt ya. I know it’s a little shameful in some ways to need lube, but maybe not this time.”

“I really don’t wanna stop.” You said. “I don’t want you to leave and get anything.”

“I think… hang on.” He stood up, walking to the closet and rummaging through the side that his brother kept his things on. “Aha!” He poked his head from the closet as you looked back and held up a bottle of lube.

“Why do you have that?”

“I don’t, but ‘Samu does.”

“I am not stealing your brothers lube.”

“Don’t worry, yer not— I am.” He took a towel from the rack in the bathroom and quickly came back to his room, holding the two things in hand after kicking the door shut and walking over to you. “What else do we need?” You thought for a moment.

“Condom?”

“Uh… let me see if ‘Samu has any.”

“Stop stealing your brothers sex things!” You said as he tossed the bottle of lube and blanket onto the bed by your feet and went back to the closet.

“No!” He called back teasingly. He dug around where he’d found the lube and groaned when he couldn’t find any condoms. He shut the light off and kicked the closet door shut, walking to the nightstand by the bed where the boys charged their phones and a bedside lamp sat, getting into the drawer and gasping. “My brother is a total whore,” he said as he pulled out a box of condoms. “How much sex is he havin’!?”

“More than us at this rate,” you mumbled beneath your breath.

“Alright, now that we got everythin’— we got everythin’, right?” You nodded and shifted on the bed when he took a single condom out of the box and put it back where he had found it. “Now that we’ve got everythin’, are ya okay with continuin’?” You nodded again quickly as he got back on the bed with you. “Okay, here,” he had you move along with him as he laid out the towel beneath you, keeping it folded once in hopes the blood may not get through it. Thankfully the towel was dark and relatively thick. If anything, he’d wash the towel and use it himself for the rest of his time in this house. “Okay, I have an idea.” Atsumu set the condom beneath one of the wooden planks overhead to stay until he was ready for it, now taking the bottle of lube and putting some on his fingers. “Ah, it feels weird.” He grumbled, closing it back up and laying it on the bed where it was out of the way. He carefully rubbed it in along his ring and middle finger and he brought them back to your entrance. “Do ya think yer ready for it again?” You nodded, shifting on the bed so that you were laying more comfortably as he now almost easily pushed his fingers inside of you.

A soft whine came from you as he pushed his fingers inside, but this time it didn’t sound so pained. Licking his other fingers, Atsumu brought them back to your clit and started to carefully rub against you again, making you give a sweet moan.

“Is it feelin’ okay?” You nodded as you looked at the man.

“It feels good.” He smiled lightly at you and leaned up to kiss you for the first time in what felt like forever, and you were quick to kiss him back, whining against his mouth when his fingers curled inside of you.

“Baby?” You hummed in question, peeking open your eyes half-heartedly as you looked at him. “Can I… will ya let me go down there and suck on yer clit, or somethin’ like that. That’s what ya do, right?”

“You’re asking me?” He laughed softly and looked down.

“I guess yer right.”

“But yeah, it’s okay. I think you just… do that.” You shrugged. “Do what feels right. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” He nodded lightly, moving accordingly so that he could lay on his elbows and still finger you carefully, though taking his fingers away from your clit and instead replacing them with his mouth.

You couldn’t help but give a soft sound as his warm tongue licked at your clit while he kept his mouth against you, licking at you slowly and making you moan as you completely laid back on the bed and hesitantly reached up to hold one of your breasts while your other hand ventured down and slid into Atsumu’s hair. He moaned softly, curling his fingers gently inside of you and making you moan out. He couldn’t help but flush at your taste, eyebrows furrowing upwards lightly as he gently grinded himself against the bed. His cock was aching, he couldn’t wait to feel you around him like you were his fingers, but he tried to carefully stretch you out as well, knowing this was going to hurt.

“Fuck, I can’t wait for you to be inside of me.” You moaned softly. “I know it’s gonna hurt, but… I just can’t wait.”

“I’ll be as careful as I can so that it doesn’t hurt ya too bad.” He promised, resting his head against your thigh while you moaned. “I’ll take care of ya, baby. I won’t hurt ya on purpose.” You peeked down at the man and nodded gently.

“I know you won’t.” He smiled at the knowledge that you trusted him this much, gently starting to move his fingers a little bit faster inside of you and watching as your eyes fluttered back into your head in pleasure rather than in pain.

“Is it feelin’ good?”

“Oh, it feels so good!” You moaned, laying your head on the bed and lightly squirming. “Ah, it feels so good!” Your voice almost broke as he curled his fingers inside of you, earning another sweet moan from you that made the precum bead up on his cock and get on the sheets as he lightly grinded himself against the mattress. Atsumu wasn’t private about the fact that he had always liked to hump— whether it be gently grinding himself against your leg during heated make out sessions, trying to make himself cum when he was alone on his bed just like this, or even humping his pillow when he was horny, and shockingly to him, you had seemed to like it when he rubbed against you. “Oh, Atsumu!” You moaned out. “Will you, um…” You broke your words with a soft moan as he looked back up at you. “Will you just come put it in me already?” His cheeks flushed bright red as he looked back at you.

“But, yer still so tight—” He said, trying to get you more prepared.

“I’m always gonna be this tight tonight,” you said. “Just… please.” You said, looking down at the man with a look in your eyes you knew he couldn’t say no to. “Please, ‘Tsumu— I want you.” You begged the man. “I want you so bad. I wanna feel you already. I’ll be fine, just please. Come put it in me, ‘Tsumu.” Almost reluctantly, he nodded.

“Okay. But if ya want me to stop and go back to fingerin’ ya, tell me.” You nodded and gave a soft promise beneath your breath as he sat up on his knees and pulled his fingers out of you slowly. He rubbed his fingers off on the edge of the towel beneath you and reached for the condom. He opened it, though hesitating when he took it out. “Do ya want to put it on me?” You nodded and sat up a bit, taking the condom from his warm fingers and reaching for his shaft. Slowly, you rolled the condom onto his awaiting cock, making the man give a little hum.

Atsumu grabbed the bottle of lube, this time putting more onto his hands than before and setting it aside before rubbing it along his cock over the condom he wore. The condom was snug against him, nearly making him throb more inside of it as he quickly went to wipe the excess lube off of his hands and gently brought your legs around his waist.

“Are ya ready?” You nodded, glancing down as Atsumu carefully aligned himself with your entrance. You winced in anticipation, though squeezing your eyes shut when he slowly started to push himself inside of you. A sound out of pain came from you, making him abruptly stop as he looked at you. “Are ya okay?” You nodded again quickly, too quickly for his liking. “I don’t wanna hurt ya— I think we should wait longer,” he said, but you shook your head.

“No, no— please,” you begged, opening your eyes to look at his worried face. “Please don’t stop. Just go slow, please.” Gently, he nodded. “Okay, you can move again.” He was almost hesitant as he started to push himself inside of you again, this time even slower than before, and yet making you give another pained sound out no matter how careful he was. Atsumu felt bad, like he should stop, and yet he knew he’d only get your begging and that damned look he couldn’t say no to again.

Atsumu was so worried about you that he almost missed how good it felt to be inside of you. He gave a soft moan as you clenched tight around him, watching your eyebrows stay furrowed inwards in pain as he slowly nudged himself inside of you, not wanting to hurt you but not wanting to stop. As ready as he was to stop the second you told him to, he had to admit that he didn’t want to. That as he thought about it, how warm you were around his tip and shaft only made the man twitch inside of you that earned the first soft moan from you that wasn’t in pain since he’d put himself inside of you.

He couldn’t help but repeat simple words to himself as a reminder as he slowly leaned over you. “Just go slow. Just go slow. Just go slow” as if it was a mantra, trying his hardest not to hurt you anymore than necessary. Finally, Atsumu was all of the way inside of you. He stopped, twitching inside of you as he stretched you out and felt his hips press to yours. You looked at the man with flushed cheeks and watery eyes that made him feel bad.

“Are ya okay?” He asked you again, unable to stop the words from falling past his lips, though his care for your wellbeing only seemed to make the moment better as you smiled lightly and nodded at him.

“I’m okay.”

“I’ll wait as long as ya want, alright?” He promised, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Just tell me when yer ready to go— but only when yer really ready. Don’t rush yerself for my sake.” You nodded and mumbled a soft promise as he reached up and cupped your cheek in his hand. His heart sped up as you closed your eyes and nuzzled your head against his hand almost immediately.

Things were quiet. Peaceful. Truthfully, he didn’t mind this— laying here with you, all the way inside of you, just enjoying the moment. He always knew his first time with you was going to be taken slow because both of you were new to this, but he didn’t think he was going to enjoy it as much as he did. He was finding pleasure in every little clench you gave around him even as he didn’t move, enjoying how warm you were around his shaft. He found it hard to care about even moving now, instead comfortably resting on top of you and leaning in to kiss your neck.

With a quiet hum, you laid your head back on the bed, swallowing hard as he kissed slowly down your skin. Your hands grasped at his shoulders now that he was so close, gently tracing along his back muscles with your fingers before speaking a few seconds later.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” He nodded softly, pushing himself up a little bit to look down at you.

“Just tell me if it’s too much.” You nodded as the man gently started to move his hips. He watched your eyebrows furrow in as you gave a wince and a soft grunt, but you didn’t tell him to stop. Slowly, he moved again, watching you give a shaky exhale, but he couldn’t tell if it was in pain or pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” you said, and he hadn’t even realized that he had done just that until you spoke. He gently continued to move, his hips brushing against yours with every slow movement he made inside of you. You kept your eyes shut tight, hands holding almost painfully onto his shoulders, but he could have cared less as he watched you to make sure that you didn’t want him to stop. He gave soft sounds, though listening to your own carefully. “Mmm, ‘Tsumu,” you moaned out, sounding less pained than before. “Fuck, you’re so big,” you mumbled out, your eyebrows looking less tense for the first time. “You can go a little bit faster if you want to.”

“Are ya sure?”

“I want you to.”

He did what you asked, carefully starting to move himself a little bit more inside of you. While at first you gave a pained whimper, you slowly started to moan again, nails digging into his shoulders as you laid your head back while he closed his eyes and rested his head against your shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to your skin, slowly licking along your collarbone as you moaned and made the man twitch inside of you yet again.

You didn’t think when you first thought about just how big of a dick your boyfriend had that it could feel this good so fast, but as he started to move a little bit more inside of you, you couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure. You didn’t want it to hurt, wanting to wait longer for him to move faster, but then again, you wanted him to move faster, to slam himself inside of you. To make you want to scream his name and to make you reach an orgasm that you were craving around him. After his fingers left you, you’d been aching to cum, aching to feel that orgasm.

“’Tsumu,” you moaned, catching the mans attention as you moaned out his name and made his heart thump hard in his chest. “Fuck, it feels good!”

“Yer feelin’ good?” He asked excitedly.

“Ah, it feels really good with you inside of me,” you moaned out, lightly squirming beneath him before peeking your eyes open and looking up into his own. “Will you go faster? Please.” He nodded, shifting on top of you so that he could more easily move inside of you, making you give another moan as you curled your toes on the bed.

“What else do ya want from me?” He asked, giving a soft grunt as he moved inside of your tight pussy.

“Uh, kiss my neck?” You asked, watching as the man was quick to nod before he leaned down and enclosed his mouth around the soft skin of your neck and lightly sucked and kissed along your skin, making you clench around him again in pleasure. “Ah, just like that. Does it feel okay for you, too? Do you need to go faster?”

“It feels so good, baby.” He mumbled, kissing your neck again quickly afterwards. “I’ll go faster when you want me to.” You chewed on the inside of your lip, assuming you were far done tearing the hymen by now and relaxing back against the bed.

“Okay, go faster.” You said through a pant. “I’m ready for it, it feels good. Go a little faster.” He nodded, kissing your neck gently as he started to move his hips more against yours. You were giving a consistent stream of moans, but this time you didn’t sound like you were in pain, letting Atsumu enjoy the moment as he had to worry less. You listened to the bed creak, wondering how bad of an idea it was to be having sex on a bunk bed, though you couldn’t ask him to stop because of your worries. You tightened your legs around his waist and moaned out again, drawing your moan out sweetly and making the man throb inside of you as his pelvis grinded against your clit with almost every deep thrust inside of you. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu— just like that!”

His tongue slid slowly along your neck as panting moans left the man who tried to keep a steady pace inside of you, carefully reaching for one of your hands and sliding his fingers between yours. He held your hand down on the bed with his own, giving it a light squeeze as he sucked on your neck and made you give a moan of his name out again.

“O-oh, fuck! I think I’m gonna cum!” You said, listening to the man give a soft hum.

“So cum baby, I’ll cum with you.” He promised, kissing just below your jaw before leaning up and finally kissing your lips. “Just give me a few thrusts, I’ll cum with you.” He promised. You gave a shaky nod and kissed the man again, trying to hold back the urge to cum as you curled your toes that bumped against the planks overhead several times as he thrusted inside of you, but you couldn’t care as the orgasm got closer to you with every thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You said, breaking the kiss. “I can’t wait, ‘Tsumu— I’m gonna cum!”

“It’s okay, baby.” He said, kissing your cheeks a few times. “Just cum, baby. Cum around me.” As if on command, you could feel yourself come undone, back arching up against Atsumu as you gushed out around his cock, though not stopping immediately as he continued to thrust inside of you. You damn near screamed, having not experienced something that felt this good— ever. Atsumu finally slowed to a stop when he reached his own orgasm inside of the condom, his hips hitting yours one final time and making you clench around him as his body pressed to your clit.

Both of you were panting as you held each other close, slowly coming down from your mutual highs and catching your breath together. Atsumu gave a soft hum, carefully starting to slide himself out of you and earning a quiet whine in return from you. He rubbed his eyes, giving a little yawn while you kept your eyes closed.

Slowly, your boyfriend sat up, careful not to hit his head on the bed and started to take the condom he wore off of his cock. He leaned back, throwing it in the trashcan by the nightstand for now, making a mental note to try and not forget that it was there so he could throw it away before Osamu got home tomorrow. He sniffled, looking back at you while you yawned and watched as you rested your forearm over your eyes.

“Ya don’t regret it at all, do ya?” He asked quietly, watching as you quickly shook your head.

“Not at all. It was amazing.” You yawned again, stretching your sore arms out over your head. Atsumu watched as your breasts jiggled along with your movements before he looked back to your face.

“We should shower. Do ya wanna do it together?” You nodded, though quickly speaking.

“Not yet though.” You said, nuzzling cutely against his pillow and making the man smile. Things were silent for a moment before you met the mans gaze and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Wanna go again?” Atsumu couldn’t help but lick his lips and nod.

“So bad.”

[plush-rabbit]

Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers

A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved

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You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.

You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.

Lucifer:

Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.

He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.

There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.

The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.

The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.

Mammon:

Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.

Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.

He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.

In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.

He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.

Leviathan:

Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.

It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.

The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.

He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.

His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.

Satan:

Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.

In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.

It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.

You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.

The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.

Asmodeus:

As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.

He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.

A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.

Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.

His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.

Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.

He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.

It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.

When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.

Belphegor:

Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.

He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.

Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.

As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.

You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.

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Yandere Amajiki W/ A Mean S/o:

This was requested a long time ago but i decided to do it now because i need new ideas and writing long fics is taking up a lot my time and killing the mood of this blog. I will still be writing long fics and series but people like my hc and ive been neglecting that part of my following. Thank you for your patience, its very appreciated!

(Amajiki is a pro hero and you're a also a pro hero who happens to be incredibly sadistic.)

MDNI

W: NSFW, Pegging, AFAB Reader, Nipple Play, Biting, Spanking, Use Buttplug, Hair Pulling

TW: Manipulation, Murder, Gaslighting, Abuse, Toxic Behavior

Tamaki hates, absolutely HATES it when you spend time with other people that aren’t himself. Yeah, you both arent dating but he feels like you're betraying him in a way.

He technically has never spoken to you, he once directed a "hmmm" in your direction but that was it. Nothing more and nothing less.

He's tried to speak to you, but you make him so nervous. You're so perfect that it scares him.

He came up to you during an agency briefing and tried to ask you out for some coffee but he was moved to the side by someone else, some guy who had more confidence to ask you out for coffee.

Tamaki didn't take that well.

He followed the two of you to the coffee shop you went to and watched how the guy miserably tried to hold your hand.

You were playing hard to get.

Was that how you liked it?

Tamaki paid closer attention to what you liked and disliked in the hopes that it would tell him what he should do to increase his chance with you.

He learned that you liked a lot of classical music. He found it odd because you usually brought rock and metal band shirts for your civilian clothes but he guessed he might have misunderstood you.

He was able to get the key to your locker and stole some of your clothes. He promised to bring them back the next day but he ended up keeping them. He uses them as sleepwear and it makes him think that you’re sleeping next to him.

He begins to write in his diary again. Most of his entries are about how you looked that day and how much he wanted to kiss you.

His dreams were another problem all on their own. He wanted to feel your warm breath next to his skin and feel your body on top of his.

The way he wants your hand to wrap around his throat as you use his as your personal pleasure toy has him jerking off early in the morning or in the middle of the night.

He decides to act boldly and brings you gifts.

A cup of warm coffee, a new band shirt, new sweaters, even books about different animals were made present on your desk and locker.

He bought you so much that it was beginning to fill up your usually empty apartment.

You knew that he was the one buying you gifts and it wasn’t surprising to know it was him.

He was obvious. The guy that “asked you out” was your friend just trying to help you get away from Tamaki and his weird staring.

You both gossiped about how lanky and weird he was. If only Tamaki could have heard all the awful things you were saying about him maybe he would have left you alone.

But you enjoyed his courting. It felt nice to be wanted by some weirdo with horrible social skills. You also had to admit that he was kinda cute, more in the vulnerable-looking way.

You craved the attention and you loved how you had him hooked so it wasn’t hard to make him completely focus on you.

You started by doing small things, making idle conversation with him even though it was all one-sided, and bringing him coffee.

You then moved into bringing him food or asking him out for lunch, nothing out there was considered dating.

You also began to flirt with him openly. His face would get all red but it was worth every second of awkward conversation with him. He was yours and his focus would only be on you.

Maybe it was sick to feel so thrilled by having a puny guy be lead when you know that he has a thing for you, but it was fun.

He was putty in your hand and you could wait to test him on how loyal and desperate he was for you.

You find someone disposable, another coworker who you knew no one would think twice about so you saw it fit to use them as your persona punching bag.

Their face was completely destroyed and they stopped breathing a long time ago.

It didn’t mean you were just going to stop.

Tamaki came across you and the body of his former coworker in an alleyway. He thought that you and the coworker were going to sneak away and do…. whatever his mind thought you were going to do.

He couldn’t imagine that he would find you covered in blood with a nasty smile on your face as you continued to deface your coworker.

“Y- Y/n?” Tamaki’s voice was faint but ever-present. You turn around and greet him with fake shock.

You beg him to not tell anyone what you’ve done, “It was self-defense. He tried to take advantage of me. Please, Tamaki, help me.”

You kneeled in front of him, grabbed onto his cloak, and began to cry into it.

His arms immediately wrap around you and wiped away the fake tears you shed.

How couldn’t he help you? You were so vulnerable and your vial coworker had just attempted to take advantage of you.

He had to protect you.

Work-life changed dramatically for the both of you. Tamaki began taking fewer days and smaller shifts so he could be by your side to console you after your shifts.

His friends were aware of how much he liked you but they weren’t aware of the obsession he held for you. If they did they would probably find it adorable since they’d assume it was innocent fun.

If they only knew he hid your victim’s body in his apartment for a few days before getting rid of it.

You liked messing with him at home too.

He would come over to your palace and do all of your home chores for you. Your home has never been so spotless thanks to him.

You would also give him what he wanted, you weren’t that mean.

Tamaki made it clear that he had a crush on you and you felt bored enough to make the first move because of his shyness.

You yanked his hair and made him face you.

“Y- Y-n? W-hat are you do- doing?” His face grew red and you could feel his heartbeat violently in his chest.

“I want to thank you for being so sweet with me.” You whisper.

You kissed him. A simple need-filled kiss that had him moaning and whimpering.

You know that taking advantage of this anxious and sweet man would lead to further problems but he was too pretty not to fuck.

Playing with his body told you all of his weaknesses.

Playing with his nipples gave you loud gasps and soft moans while sucking on them brought him to tears.

The more time he spent at your place, the more he knew he wanted you to belong to him.

You fucked him till his mind went blank. His ass was numb from all of the spankings you gave it and the constant abuse you showed his hole but he loved it all.

You made him feel like he was indestructible.

He felt loved every time you both met up.

But his favorite thing of all was when you’d bite his neck.

You claimed him, you were his and he was yours. No one would come in between the both of you.

You had him where you wanted him and it was gratifying to know that such a successful hero could be so easily manipulated.

You abused him, beat him, even gaslight him about the one time you flirted and slept with a colleague telling him that you never did it and that if you ever did it’s because he didn’t fuck you well enough.

You yelled abuse at him, mostly for minor things like forgetting to do the dishes, but he never complained. He accepted that he failed you and promised you that he would do better for you.

“Y/n? Can I ask you something?” He was sweating bullets in his suit, the noise of the other patrons not truly helping him in his current predicament.

“Sure, what do you want.” You continue to eat your steak and chuckled at how he strained himself to speak louder.

“I- I wanted to-” He struggled to muffle his moan as you turned up the level to the vibrating buttplug you got him some time ago.

“I- w-want- fuck˜ I wa-nt to ask if- if you w-ant to marry m-me?” He leaned onto the table and tried to hide his face by covering it with his arms.

You on the other hand already knew what you would say but you wanted to see how he’d react if you hesitated.

You remained silent for the rest of the night while Tamaki silently followed you around hoping that he didn’t just ruin your relationship.

You found yourself at the end of the night fucking into him while he cried out your name.

His drool slid down the sides of his mouth and his body was covered in bruises.

He felt so vulnerable yet afraid. You never answered him.

Did you love him? Did you want him like he wanted you? Were you using him?

Was there someone else he should be concerned about? Was there another body he would need to hide soon?

“I love you so much, Tamaki. Never leave me, please?” With a set of fake tears in your eyes, you swoop down and kiss him breathless.

He felt like he was on cloud nine. Was this a yes?

“Let’s be together forever.” Yes, you did say yes.

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Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”