#i rly am against god fuck you for making me feel too much

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt how much I love oni's writing again... In particular, "a seed is planted" continues to be one of if not my favorite logs because despite the troubling details and implications that come with it, it's the one thing in the entirety of the decaying corpse of gravitas that genuinely leaves us with a grain of hope (a seed if you will) and makes oni as a whole a lot more bitter sweet as while earth may not have survived, the dupes did, and after their horrible origins and the shit that many of them went through, in due time they'll finally get to just live, they're free now, and even if Olivia's sleep is end of a tragedy, the world will keep moving forward with or without those who've been lost

[momomoring]

since we both love jichaeng another jichaeng ask for you pooks

kinda mean dom!jihyo with switch!chae and sub f!reader..

her being maybe all nice to reader sometimes but ordering chae around...

silly!

OH MY GOD this is so akjjashjahkhs mean dom!jihyo is everythinggg. also i am so sorry this took so long, school started and immediately overwhelmed me so i couldn’t write as much as i wanted to BUT here it is, i rly rly hope you like it (it’s not suuuper well-proofread so my b if there’s any mistakes loll)

take me past the edge

wc: ~5.8k

cw: mean dom!jihyo x switch!chae x sub f!reader, SMUT, pre-negotiated kink, dacryphilia, degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, light bondage (hands/wrists), oral sex, strap on sex, spanking, implied/referenced exhibitionism, edging

a/n: title from The Summoning by Sleep Token cause babymaking metal music eats (sometimes literally)

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if you ever thought planning time for sex after a dance practice was a bad idea, this is your confirmation. it was such a bad idea, and you’re paying for it now, no matter how much you love it.

“jihyo’s gonna punish you so hard later if you keep doing that,” you murmur to chaeyoung at one point and you can feel her smile on your shoulder, but makes no motion of moving anywhere.

chaeyoung chuckles, leaning closer to press a kiss to the side of your neck before whispering against your skin, “i know.”

you hum, “you’re in a subby mood today?”

she nods. “Is that okay?”

“more than,” you murmur gently, pressing back into her slightly as you add, “that’s why we have her, isn’t it?”

chaeyoung laughs again. you smile and turn your gaze to jihyo. sure enough, you lock eyes with her and lean back into chaeyoung, whose fingers drift further under your crop top.

the muscle in jihyo’s jaw works as she grits her teeth. there are people everywhere; people who don’t know to leave their questions unasked and turn a blind eye.

if jihyo were being honest, she can’t deny how the extra level of risk makes it more exciting in a way. she knows it’s wrong, how much she almost wants chaeyoung to go further, but she can't stop watching the way chaeyoung touches you, her neediness plain to see to anyone who knows it.

maybe it’s the way you lock eyes with her, and how she can read the desire there, your neck tense and your hand shifting down to grip chaeyoung’s wrist tightly.

maybe it’s the way chaeyoung tucks her chin on your shoulder and smirks at jihyo, like she knows exactly what jihyo is thinking and feeling.

if jihyo wasn't so affected, this wouldn’t be happening. she’d be able to control chaeyoung’s hands, keep them at her sides, keep that godforsaken neediness away from practice.

what doesn’t help is chaeyoung’s smile everytime she looks at jihyo, the way it’s so painfully clear that she's enjoying this, pushing jihyo’s buttons; holding and touching you when jihyo is too focused on trying to maintain everyone's image.

jihyo would be lying if she said a big part of her growing irritation was the arousal pooling low in her stomach. she’d be lying if she said wasn’t excited by chaeyoung’s neediness, the way it means she’s in the mood to be risky, to let jihyo have control after practice. jihyo would be lying if she said watching chaeyoung’s hands wander all over you wasn’t giving her ideas and thoughts she shouldn’t be having.

chaeyoung grows steadily bolder as practice goes on, the line of plausible deniability long gone with the way she sits next to you, a hand on your abs, whispering in your ear.

it’s too much because chaeyoung isn’t usually one for dirty talk–not until she’s been fucked to delerium. and yet, here she is telling you exactly what she wants to do with you when you get back home.

if you weren’t currently in a staring match with jihyo and fully aware of how chaeyoung’s actions are for jihyo’s sake as much as yours, you might have been inclined to think she was in the mood for topping. but it’s the fact that chaeyoung asks you if jihyo’s watching as she tucks her head closer. how she presses closer, asking if jihyo looks mad.

it’s a dynamic you’re familiar with, one that sits in your stomach, as anticipation heightens the way chaeyoung’s hands touch you.

practice finally ends, and that makes it worse in a way, what with the way chaeyoung is now on her best behavior as you all thank the assistants and stylists and choreographers and whoever else.

it’s worse because you, jihyo, and chaeyoung all sit in the backseat, the tension taught and electric in the air between you. jihyo’s leg presses against yours and it feels teasing, taunting.

it’s worse as jihyo walks in first, you and chaeyoung trailing behind her. you can feel the wetness growing between your legs already, thoughts of what’s to come running wild in your mind when you enter her bedroom.

“sit,” jihyo murmurs, dangerously quiet as she motions towards her bed. you and chaeyoung do what you’re told, sitting on the edge and watching jihyo as she sets her duffel bag down and moves around her room.

“chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo says, her voice coming from behind you both. “what were you thinking, touching y/n like that? putting your hands all over her where everyone can see?”

she doesn’t leave room for chaeyoung to answer, continuing, “do you like that? touching her like that while everyone watches? is that appealing to you?”

chaeyoung nods slowly. and jihyo scoffs, “use your words.”

“yes, i like it,” chaeyoung says, her voice just barely shaking. you feel the corner of your mouth tug upwards at the admission.

the bed dips behind you with jihyo’s weight. she moves closer to you both, until she’s kneeling behind you. you feel a hand come up and trace along the back of your shoulder to the back of your neck and down your spine.

“why can’t you be more like y/n, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo murmurs, almost to herself. “not making a scene, not being too touchy, not being too needy. she’s so professional, why can’t you just do that?”

the hand on your back disappears and a moment later, chaeyoung gasps. out of the corner of your eye, you see jihyo slowly pull her head back until her throat is on full display, every line and curve visible in your periphery.

jihyo hums and brings her other hand up to trace the curved column of chaeyoung’s neck. “do you like giving me a hard time? do you like making my job difficult?”

“maybe it’s your own fault for letting me make your job difficult,” chaeyoung says, her voice low and strained.

jihyo chuckles darkly and tightens her hold on chaeyoung’s hair. “such a brat.”

jihyo leans in to mouth chaeyoung’s throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses up to her jaw, nosing at it momentarily as she murmurs quietly, “color?”

“green,” chaeyoung breathes out and jihyo hums, nipping at the warm skin of chaeyoung’s neck.

you squeeze your thighs together as jihyo pulls back from chaeyoung. “look at me, y/n,” she says.

you turn your head to look at her, the way she’s holding chaeyoung’s hair tightly at the root, near her scalp, baring her throat.

“your color?” jihyo asks gently, her eyes dark.

“green,” you say and jihyo smiles at you. the look on her face contrasts the way she handles chaeyoung and it’s dizzying.

there’s a careful undertone, the way she lets go of chaeyoung and moves to you, reaching over to manhandle you further to the middle of the bed.

“i’m sorry chaeyoung-ah wasn’t being good to you, y/n. you deserve so much more than that,” jihyo says as she lays you on your back before leaning over you, holding herself up with a hand next to your stomach as she traces a finger over the waistband of your sweatpants.

“let me make it up to you,” jihyo says, “i’ll make sure chaeyoung-ah behaves this time. you’ll feel so good, i promise.”

her finger traces up to your stomach, where her hand flattens against your abs. it moves further up, slipping underneath your crop top and pushing it up. jihyo bends down and kisses just above your belly button before moving to the side and kissing the bottom of your ribs, nipping softly.

you shift underneath her, a hand coming up to run through her hair. you feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin as she continues pressing kisses to your stomach and abs, her hand moving to bunch your shirt up more, tucking the end of it under your bra to keep it there before she traces a finger down to scratch at the space under your belly button but above your waistband.

you turn your gaze to chaeyoung, still sitting there, facing away from you and jihyo. she’s just barely squirming but you’d be willing to bet she’s even needier than before, hands itching to touch you.

“you were being so good earlier, y/n,” jihyo says. “just taking chaeyoung’s behavior. my good girl, always so willing and obedient for me. you waited so patiently for me.”

jihyo moves up, your legs widening to make room for her as she settles completely over you. she hums as she stares down at you, dipping to press a line of open-mouthed kisses up your neck.

she loves seeing you like this, putty in her hands. hers to do whatever she likes with. she loves that you give this to her, this control over you. the way you let her captivate you, the way you let her bring a hand up, an index finger tracing along your jaw, to your lip where she presses it against your lips. you open and her finger slips inside, your lips closing around it as you suck gently, your tongue flicking over the pad of it.

jihyo laughs lightly, “look at you, all mine to play with.” her smile turns more to a smirk as she adds, “chaengie could never, all that neediness just gets in her way. she’d never take care of you like this, too desperate to just get in your pants and fuck you.”

jihyo slides her finger out of your mouth and you take the opportunity to murmur, “i like it, though.”

jihyo laughs, her hand moving to cup your jaw, the slickness of her finger wet on your skin. “i know, baby. it’s cute, how much you just want to roll over and get fucked. like i said, so willing and obedient.”

she shifts, a knee coming up to press against your core. your eyebrows furrow as your mouth opens with a gasp, the bare minimum of relief nearly overpowering after who knows how long of waiting.

“see?” jihyo says. “the issue is that there’s a time and place, you know that as well as i do. but don’t worry, i mean it when i say i’ll make sure chaengie makes you feel good.”

with that, jihyo pulls back entirely, reaching to the nightstand to grab something.

she comes back and you realize it’s a silk tie. she lifts one of your hands, moving it above your head before going back for the other. she crawls to kneel beside your head, leaning over to wrap it around your wrists carefully and tie them to the headboard. she knots the tie slowly and methodically, checking that it won’t come undone but isn’t too tight.

“color?” she asks, a hand still holding your wrists, her thumb running over your forearm back and forth.

“green,” you say, looking up at her.

“good,” she murmurs gently, bending down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead before sitting back on her heels at your side.

you test the silk tie around your wrists, there’s barely any give. it’s so tight, with just enough room to allow for circulation. you shift on the bed, an idea of what jihyo’s planning on doing to you forming in your mind.

it was part of the plan, that it’s up to jihyo to decide what to do to you. she likes it like that, you guess, the control she has over you and chaeyoung, the way you both give yourselves to her. she really just wants you to feel good and she likes that you put your pleasure in her hands like this, letting her bind your wrists and talk so filthy.

“chaeyoung/ah,” jihyo says, “come here.”

chaeyoung turns and moves closer, eyes bouncing between you and jihyo.

“undress her,” jihyo says, her voice cold and sharp.

chaeyoung nods and moves closer to tug your sweatpants and panties down. you lift your hips to help her before she guides the fabric down your legs and throws your clothes off to the side. she reaches out to run a hand up your leg and jihyo reaches out, stopping her hand.

“i didn’t say you could touch her,” jihyo scolds.

“please,” chaeyoung murmurs, “i need her.”

“well, that’s not my problem, is it?” jihyo says, and chaeyoung shakes her head. jihyo clicks her tongue and tilts her head to the side. “use your words, chaeyoung. i know you can, you’ve been running your mouth all of practice, tormenting y/n, probably riling the poor thing up with no way of getting any relief.”

you shift where you lay, something about the way jihyo speaks to chaeyoung goes straight to your core. maybe it’s the sternness, maybe it’s the way the vein on jihyo’s neck stands out the more she scolds, maybe it’s the way she’s talking about you in that way.

she moves to kneel behind chaeyoung, that hand coming up to tug her head backwards by the hair, saying, “you like teasing her with so many people watching. it’s almost perverted, chaeyoung-ah. but you like it like that, don’t you?” jihyo smiles, staring down at you from over chaeyoung’s shoulder. “answer me.”

“yes,” chaeyoung groans, “i like it.”

“what do you like?”

“i like teasing her,” chaeyoung says, a visible flush creeping up the smooth curve of her neck. “i like doing it when she has to hide it. i like doing it when you can’t do anything about it. i like it when you’re angry. i like it when y/n is desperate. i like it when she lets me do what i want to her. i like it when she doesn’t care if people can see us.”

you can feel your cheeks burn at chaeyoung’s words, it’s filthy and yet it’s affecting you. it’s shameful and embarrassing and yet here you are, squirming and hands tied up and a pitiful whine forming in the back of your throat.

jihyo laughs, faux surprise on her face. “chaeyoung-ah,” she says, “when did i ever say you could do any of that?”

“you didn’t,” chaeyoung gasps, hands twitching at her sides.

“that’s right, i didn’t.” jihyo’s words are sickly sweet and cruel. she releases her hold on chaeyoung, telling her, “pants off.”

chaeyoung scrambles to strip herself of her pants and underwear. jihyo pulls chaeyoung in front of her, both of them kneeling between your legs before jihyo bends chaeyoung at the hips and pushes her down.

chaeyoung’s arms stop her fall and she hovers over you, her mouth falling open in surprise as jihyo harshly grips her hips. she hums, a palm running over the curve of chaeyoung’s ass.

she slides lower and slips a finger between chaeyoung’s folds, humming, “so wet, chaengie.”

it’s slick and warm, leaking out of her, and momentarily, jihyo sways out of the moment as she slips a finger inside. chaeyoung lets out a small noise, her eyes slamming shut.

“you’re so needy, chaeng,” jihyo says, her voice bordering on awed as she watches, transfixed, as she presses in and out with ease, finger already shiny with chaeyoung’s juices.

“it’s for you, all for you,” chaeyoung moans, head falling down as she shifts, a hand moving to rest on your hip, squeezing softly.

jihyo’s gaze slides up, tracing the curve of chaeyoung’s ass to the dip of her spine to the rippling muscles of her back as she squirms, bent over for jihyo.

jihyo can feel herself sinking back into it, her hand on chaeyoung’s hip moving to squeeze chaeyoung’s ass roughly. she blinks and the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk as she locks eyes with you.

“so desperate, chaengie,” jihyo murmurs, pulling her finger out of chaeyoung and tracing it over the skin of chaeyoung’s ass. her hand disappears for a second before slapping her, the noise loud and sharp. chaeyoung moans, rocking forward, her eyes screwed shut. her fingers on your hip tighten and a whimper escapes from your mouth.

“y/n, count them for me?” jihyo asks, and you nod, your core aching with need, wanting to rub your thighs together or grind on something, anything.

jihyo slaps chaeyoung again, on the other side. chaeyoung moans again and you count, “two.”

another slap.

“three.”

chaeyoung cries out, her hand holding herself up twists into the bedsheets, her nails digging into your hip. she bites down on her lip, she can feel her wetness dripping to the inside of her thigh as she whines with desperation.

the stinging in her ass hurts in the best way, with jihyo smoothing over her cheeks and shushing her, scolding her coldly, “this is what happens if you don’t do as i say, chaengie.”

then there’s another slap and you count, “four.”

chaeyoung cries out, her head turning to bite down on her arm to muffle her noises. you can see jihyo smirk down at you, realizing just what chaeyoung is doing. she clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

“if you’re that ashamed of your noises, chaeyoung, why don’t you just put your mouth to use and eat out y/n?”

your hips press upwards at the thought of it and chaeyoung nods, scooting backwards before switching to hold herself up on an elbow, her hand on your hip moving to wrap around your leg and part your folds.

chaeyoung barely pauses before licking from your entrance up to your clit.

you surge upwards, crying out in relief and stimulation. you tangle your fingers in the sheets behind you to keep them there as chaeyoung’s tongue circles your clit before sucking the bud into her mouth.

you could cry at the feeling, how overwhelming it is. you turn your head, pressing your mouth against the soft skin of your arm as chaeyoung dips lower, her tongue teasing your hole for a split second before entering, lapping up your wetness, groaning at the taste.

jihyo smiles as she watches, hands still rubbing soft circles into the angry, red skin of chaeyoung’s ass.

chaeyoung slips her arm from around your leg to slide two fingers inside of you.

“fuck!” you cry out, clenching hard around chaeyoung as your back arches.

there’s a loud, hard slap and chaeyoung nearly screams, her mouth falling open against you.

“five,” you choke out, even though you’re half-convinced jihyo isn’t listening.

jihyo reaches out, digging her fingers in chaeyoung’s hair to pull her head off of you, nearly growling, “did i say you could use fingers?”

“no,” chaeyoung groans, her half-lidded eyes staring down at you.

“then why did you?”

“i need her,” chaeyoung cries, “i wanna fuck her, i wanna make her come. i’ve been waiting so long, please, just let me fuck her.”

“no,” jihyo says and reaches down grabbing chaeyoung’s hand, pulling her out of you.

you whimper at the loss, your hips shifting. jihyo spares you a glance and says, “i know, baby, it’ll feel good in a second, okay? thank you for being so patient.”

jihyo maneuvers chaeyoung’s hand to her back, low on her spine. jihyo keeps one hand holding it there and her other reaches to lightly rub chaeyoung’s shoulder.

“color, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo prompts.

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs.

“good, thank you,” jihyo says quietly and ducks to press a kiss to the middle of chaeyoung’s back before straightening and slapping her ass again, just as hard as the last time, and chaeyoung screams.

“six,” you say and jihyo grins at you, her hand rubbing over chaeyoung’s stinging skin.

“so good for me, y/n, doing just what i say.” she reaches down with her second hand—the first still pressing chaeyoung’s hand against her back—and wretches chaeyoung’s head up to look at you. “see, chaeyoung-ah, this is how good girls behave. this is how obedience works, you do what i say and i make you feel good. you don’t do what i say, and i spank you until you cry, understood?”

chaeyoung whimpers in response, and jihyo tightens her hold, saying in a low voice, “words, i need words. do you understand me or not?”

“i understand, i understand,” chaeyoung cries out in a broken voice.

“good, now eat y/n out like the fucking slut you are,” jihyo growls and releases her hold on chaeyoung’s hair.

chaeyoung is on you instantly, sucking and working her tongue on your clit.

you moan, hips pressing upwards, forcing chaeyoung to adjust, her second arm jerking towards your hips until her can grip you hip, her elbow pressing into the mattress with the weight of her upper body.

jihyo can’t deny just how much she likes chaeyoung like this, essentially a rag doll, ass in the air and face in your pussy, eating you out like she’s starving.

jihyo slides her hand between chaeyoun’s thighs, slipping a finger into her entrance. chaeyoung groans against you as jihyo presses that spot deep inside of her.

the coil in your stomach tightens the longer chaeyoung laps at your pussy, whimpering and whining around your clit as jihyo continues fucking her slowly.

you get even closer to the edge, your head pressing against the side of your arm, moaning and squirming underneath chaeyoung. jihyo slips her fingers out of chaeyoung to roughly circle her clit, the slickness making it easy.

chaeyoung’s body seizes above you, her nails digging into your hip so hard it borders on painful, her tongue faltering momentarily before she resumes her ministrations on your clit, somehow growing more and more desperate the more jihyo pushes her to her orgasm.

“i’m close,” you choke out, hands gripping the silk tie, tugging at it as your hips press upwards. jihyo grins at you, releasing chaeyoung’s hand from her back to insert two fingers inside her soaked pussy, sliding in easily. chaeyoung moans right as she sucks your clit into her mouth. you feel the vibrations of her noise on your clit and your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach explodes. your body tenses, your hands pulling the silk ties taut, your legs trying to hard to snap closed around chaeyoung’s head.

chaeyoung pulls away to watch you come, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“i didn’t say you could stop,” jihyo says, fucking harshly into chaeyoung, who ducks her head back down and continues licking at your clit despite you still being mid-orgasm. you moan brokenly, sensitivity making your body spasm and tense.

chaeyoung is close to her own orgasm, the way jihyo’s fingers press against all the right places, her fingers working her clit, the sting in her ass that hasn’t quite faded—all of it pushes her closer and closer. she just needs a little more, she whines helplessly against you, starting to fuck herself backwards on jihyo’s fingers. just a little more, until she—

jihyo pulls out of her entirely and chaeyoung moans in anguish, crying out, “no, no, please, jihyo, please, i wanna come, please.”

“too bad,” jihyo says, hands on chaeyoung’s hips, guiding her into position before pulling back and slapping her ass once again. chaeyoung gasps, rocking forward.

“how many is that, y/n?” jihyo asks.

“seven,” you say, your voice dazed and eyes half-lidded as you watch chaeyoung press her face against the inside of your thigh. her mouth and chin are shiny with your juices, her eyes glassy and staring at your pussy in desire. you shift and turn your gaze to jihyo, who glances at you and smiles softly.

“feeling ready for more?” she asks and you nod. she hums and rubs chaeyoung’s ass. “color, chaeyoung-ah?”

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs, voice husky with need.

“eat her out,” jihyo orders, her voice betraying a hint of gentleness as chaeyoung adjusts her position, legs moving further back and slightly wider.

you moan at the first stripe of chaeyoung’s tongue on you, one of her hands still holding your hips down and the other moving to slide her index finger in you, twisting to curl up and press that spot that makes your toes curl into the sheets. chaeyoung adds another finger and you moan at the feeling.

jihyo makes a tutting noise and you gasp, frantically saying, “no, jihyo, please, let her fuck me, i need it, she feels so good.”

jihyo’s mouth twitches as she considers, watching how your eyes widen, cheeks and neck flushed red, your hands tugging on the silk tie binding you to the bed. your desperation is cute, but it’s the way that you moan as chaeyoung’s fingers thrust deeper that convinces jihyo.

“okay,” she says and goes with it, gently praising, “look at you, y/n-nie, taking her fingers so well.”

there’s a brief pause as jihyo watches chaeyoung fuck you, her thrusts and tongue slowly growing in speed.

“i wonder if you can take another,” jihyo prompts.

you nod, groaning, “i can.”

chaeyoung smiles against you, her fingers slipping out only to push back in with three. she curls them upwards and you moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate.

“that’s my good girl,” jihyo coos. “letting chaeyoung fuck you so well. how does it feel?”

“good,” you gasp, hands straining against the ties. “fuck, it feels so good.”

jihyo hums again, her hand drifting closer to chaeyoung’s core, close enough to brush against her. chaeyoung whines, her hips moving back, seeking relief. jihyo indulges her momentarily, a finger swiping through her folds to flick up and down on her clit.

chaeyoung moans against you, her fingers thrusting roughly, making your eyes slam closed as your hip surge upwards. it’s intoxicating, the sheer need that rolls of chaeyoung, the way jihyo rolls her clit between her fingers only serving to encourage chaeyoung in fucking you harder.

jihyo’s index finger slips from chaeyoung’s clit to her entrance, dipping shallowly inside before slipping out and tracing around. chaeyoung whines, her voice high-pitched and airy as her hips pressing against jihyo’s hand on her hip, unable to grind backwards for more friction.

it feels like your orgasm comes sooner this time as you gasp and writhe, moans tumbling out of your mouth as chaeyoung pushes you to the edge. she doesn’t even stop, fingers curling inside of you and sucking your clit in her mouth, and your second orgasm crashes into you.

your eyes squeeze closed, your mouth falling open as your back arches once again, hips grinding desperately as chaeyoung fucks you straight through it, maybe even harder. jihyo continues just barely teasing her, a finger barely on her clit, more of an idea than anything.

it’s mesmerizing, the way your hands tug hopelessly on the silk ties, body convulsing, crying out as chaeyoung just keeps fucking you, her hips wanting more from jihyo.

jihyo reaches down to grip chaeyoung’s hair at the root to pull her away from you, her second hand drifting from her pussy to her back, guiding it into an arch underneath her. “let y/n come down,” jihyo murmurs softly, her hand rubbing chaeyoung’s back, nails scratching softly.

chaeyoung cries in jihyo’s hold, slipping her fingers out of you obediently. you let out a low whine at the loss, and your chest heaves as the last of your orgasm finally fades.

jihyo’s hand runs from chaeyoung’s back to her pussy, entering her roughly with two fingers. chaeyoung cries out, her eyes slamming closed as jihyo fucks her hard and fast, letting go of her hair to reach around and rub harshly at her clit. chaeyoung tenses, rocking herself backward to fuck herself on jihyo’s fingers in time with her thrusts. her own hand finds your clit, her thumb rubbing mindlessly on it. you clench your teeth, groaning, hands straining on the ties as your body shudders.

almost too soon after jihyo starts fucking chaeyoung, she backs off completely and chaeyoung moans pathetically, calling out, “no, jihyo, please, keep going.”

without a word, jihyo climbs off the bed and picks up another item from the top of her nightstand. you turn your head and watch as she puts on the harness for her strap. a laugh escapes you as you watch her slide the dildo into place. she picks up the bottle of lube and squeezes some into hand, lathering it on the dildo as she gets back on the bed, crawling back behind chaeyoung.

“please,” chaeyoung mewls desperately. You laugh again, chaeyoung’s hopeless oblivion about what’s to come almost cute as her thumb keeps working against your clit, the last of your laugh turning into a moan at a particularly rough stroke when jihyo runs the dildo through chaeyoung’s folds. chaeyoung moans when she realizes what it is, her hips grinding down in need.

“color?” jihyo asks.

“green.” chaeyoung’s voice is ruined with need, whiny and begging for it.

jihyo enters chaeyoung roughly, not bothering to let chaeyoung get used to the size. chaeyoung cries out, her head pressing against your thigh as jihyo’s hands hold onto her hips, pulling back out only to bury herself to the hilt once again. chaeyoung’s groan breaks off into a silent scream, her mouth falling open and jihyo sets a rough pace, a hand reaching out to push her head down to your dripping pussy.

“you know what to do, chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo grunts and chaeyoung’s tongue is back on you, licking and sucking your clit messily, whining at the back of her throat from jihyo’s relentless pounding.

it’s when one of jihyo’s hands moves from chaeyoung’s hip to rub at her clit that the stimulation gets to be overwhelming, pushing her close to tears just before jihyo pulls out and palms her ass roughly. she slaps her hard and growls, “how many, y/n?”

chaeyoung lets out a choked sob against you, wetness dripping out of her, her tongue on your clit never stopping as you choke out, “eight,” the edge of your orgasm creeping up yet again.

“good girl,” jihyo says and shoves her strap back into chaeyoung. she lets out a cry, her nails digging into your hip as your back arches with jihyo’s praise, the gentleness contrasting her movements to such a degree it’s hard to keep track.

chaeyoung can feel her orgasm approaching quickly, the feel of jihyo’s strap fucking into her roughly, the way jihyo’s hips hit her backside with every thrust, the noise of it filthy in chaeyoung’s ears. she laps at your pussy, addicted to the taste, the way jihyo wants her like this, pleasuring you, pushing you to orgasm. jihyo’s strap stretches her out, hitting every inch of her walls. it’s mind-numbingly overwhelming in the greatest way, the fogginess of her brain only making sense of how good it feels to be jihyo’s toy, completely hers to use, to get you off as tears fill her eyes.

so of course jihyo disappears a second later, pulling out completely and never thrusting back, her chest heaving as she halts her movements. she sits back on her heels as chaeyoung cries out, her orgasm just within reach but not quite there. she cries out against you, tears spilling over and down her cheeks as her walls clench on nothing, her clit swollen with unsatiated need.

jihyo laughs, watching how you moan brokenly; chaeyoung amidst her anguish still pathetically working at your clit, needing to make you feel good.

it’s when you start losing track of how many times you’ve come that you can barely make sense of anything other than jihyo’s words, murmuring softly, “you’re doing so well, y/n-nie, coming so many times for us, just as we asked.”

your mouth hangs opens, body spasming in oversensitivity as chaeyoung keeps going yet again, not letting you come down all the way. “please,” you whine, your voice broken and ruined, “i can’t.” you’re only half aware of what you’re saying as you beg, “too much, please.”

jihyo hums, slowing her thrusts down as she runs her hands over chaeyoung’s back. she watches your body convulse on the bed, hands gripping the silk ties tightly as your hips twitch away from chaeyoung’s greedy mouth.

“one more,” jihyo tells you softly. “chaeyoung-ah, be a good girl and make y/n come one last time and i’ll let you come too.”

chaeyoung whines long and loud, eating you out with a renewed fervor. you scream, back arching off the bed with a sob, the intensity of chaeyoung sucking your clit into her mouth making you groan and shake on the bed, your feet digging into the bed as chaeyoung never lets up.

your orgasm hits you almost out of the blue, the sheer force of it making you black out for a split second as your entire body tenses, muscle contracting and flexing as your mouth drops open, ragged moans spilling out in time with how your body shudders.

before it fades, jihyo leans further over chaeyoung, angling her strap in such a way that she hits just perfectly deep inside chaeyoung to make her gasp and moan. jihyo slides a hand around chaeyoung’s waist to rub at her clit harshly, making chaeyoung’s arms collapse out from under her. she lands on top of you, her forehead on your stomach as jihyo doesn’t stop, roughly fucking into chaeyoung, grunting with the force of her thrusts.

chaeyoung can feel the coil in her stomach tightening, her orgasm in sight yet again. Her tears never let up with how good it feels as she’s pushed closer and closer. jihyo keeps going, grunting out “come for me, chaeyoung-ah,” and a sob rips its way out of chaeyoung’s chest as her orgasm crescendos into her, everything going blank for a long moment as every bit of pressure explodes low in her stomach, waves of continuous pleasure crashing into her throughout her body.

and when her body finally falls limp, jihyo pulls out carefully, apologizing quietly when chaeyoung whimpers.

you watch through glassy eyes as jihyo takes the strap off and places it on the nightstand before leaving and coming back a minute later with two glasses of water. she sets them down on the nightstand as well, then gets back on the bed to guide chaeyoung on her back and at the head of the bed next to you.

chaeyoung rolls onto her side, tucking her head in the space between your shoulder and neck. you wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her closer, pressing a kiss to her head. jihyo smiles at you and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss of her own to your cheek, before doing the same to chaeyoung.

“i have water for you both right here,” jihyo says quietly, her voice warm and kind. “is there anything else i can get for you?”

“hold me?” chaeyoung asks in a small voice and jihyo does so immediately, moving in behind chaeyoung to spoon her. you lift your arm off of her so jihyo can press in against chaeyoung, her arm reaching over to rest on your stomach. your arm comes back down, this time wrapping around jihyo’s shoulders.

chaeyoung sighs, relaxing into the both of you as she murmurs, “we should do that again, sometime.”

[teddybeartoji]

HELLO MICKEY !!!!! bf!gojo anon here and i just wanted to say i was jumping in joy reading your reply to me ily i am covering you in kisses too mwah mwah MWAH!!!!!!

i come with more bf!gojo brainrot because he's genuinely all i think of these days it's getting concerning.. what did he put in my drink ?! and i want to share them with you bcs he rly makes me happy and i hope these silly rambles make you feel happy too! :D

anyway.. he'll be so into whatever.. all kinds of marking !! whether it may be something like hickeys or or sharing clothes :(( HE WOULD WEAR YOUR CLOTHES TOO!!! like those oversized shirts or jackets or hoodies he doesnt care if theyre small or big on him he will. WEAR it!! him wearing your hoodie.. and your hoodie smelling like him.. while you wear his one that atp smells like you ://

ok and hickeys. clears throat i think at first he'd be a bit shy (but excited) about having to walk around with a BRUISE on his neck but .. now.. it feels weirder if he doesnt have a mark of some sort.. also him with lipstick on his neck ? his smooth milky neck ???? rattles cage YOU GET ME ?!

necks.... he immediately melts and turns into a whiny mess when you get near his throat.. when you start kissing him there he never wants you to stop.. ever.. he also loves doing the same thing to your neck ^_^ ok i think i need to stop bcs im going to hyperventilate and this might get nasty real fast bcs needy gojo baring his neck is something tht makes smoke come out of my ears THANK U FOR LISTENING HAVE A GOOD DAY

BOYFRIEND SATORUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE MAKES ME SO NERVOUS HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES EEEEEEEEEEEEE I'M SO GLAD WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER THOUGH NONNIE<3333333333

AAAAAAAAAA YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT HIM LOVING ANY FORM OF MARKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE LOVES LOVES LOVES TO SHOW THAT HE'S YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he wears the hickeys you give him with pride and the same goes for lipstick marks and your clothes too. and he obviously loves marking you up too but tbh i think it's more important for him to be yours and not the other way around.

he also likes to buy you clothes that he knows will fit him too,, he wants you to wear them for some time just so he can steal them for himself later lmao i think he loves hoodies the most!!!!!!!!!!!! i might be biased here but idk i feel like hoodies are always so warm and comfortable and now that they also smell like you satoru wishes he would never have to take the piece of clothing off!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND HE FUCKING ADORES LIPSTICK MARKS THEY MAKE HIM SO FUCKING GIDDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! esp when you're messing around, sitting on his lap and just kissing him all over it feels like he's in heaven he can't get enough of it. and he just soo so handsy while you do it too he really is like a puppy sometimes lmao but mmmmmmm nonnie just imagine how pretty his smile would be:(((((( his cheeks are dusted pink bc he feels so warm all over, his body burning from your love<3333333333 i love smitten satoru so fucking much i'm gonna explode i think

NONNIE. HIS NECK. IS SO. FUCKING. SENSITIVE. literally his weakest point btw... you could just look at his neck and he's already feeling warm lmao he's so cute godddd he loves it when you lick and kiss his neck it gets him so needy and pliant in seconds he's just putty in your hands you could do whatever you want with him (he's into that)

and you're right abt him loving your neck too though.... ooouughhh he really likes licking your neck (??????) and biting too. he likes the way you twitch and squirm under him:33333333 btw i just need to say that kissing overall is one of his favourite things ever. not even like making out he loves Kissing. he wants to feel your lips against his at all times, he wants to taste you. you're so soft and you feel so good in his arms and he goes wild over the little sounds you let out whenever he nips at your bottom lip mmmmmmm fuck that's so hot...

OKE BUT WAHHHHH I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT ON THIS MY BELOVED I AM SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE THOUGH BC WOW HE MAKES ME FEEL INSANE he's thee loverboy of all times he just needs to be loved and held and taken care of. and he wants to do the same to you. you're his everything<33333333333

[dragongirltongue]

New Pinned post <3

Hi there, the name is Zelda, or one of like, 20 other names that may or may not be listed somewhere around here. If you know a name I go by that isn't findable here don't use it. <3

I'm bigender which is made up of girl and fem6oy, as such I use she/her and sometimes he/him pronouns when I'm feeling fem6oy enough <3

I'm in my 30s, not getting more specific than that until I decide it's not true enough to change it, don't try to find my exact age as I don't like sharing that information publicly, I don't even update it on my birthday <3

I'm a polyamorous bisexual voraphile freak and if you're over 18 you're welcome to talk to me about how much of a freak I am. I love to flirt and encourage it. Also happy to share my Other Blog with anyone interested, again as long as you're of age. <3

I'm a film graduate and currently working on doing something with that experience as well as working on a superhero comic and a 2D zelda style game. Feel free to bug me about any of those I love to discuss writing and media and want to encourage media literacy. <3

I'm also an ex-jehovahs witness and as a result I'm hugely into the holiday season in a very against my old god kinda way. Also big into sinning <3

Also I'm like, a dragon in probably an otherkin/thetadelta kinda way, like, it's core to who I am and how I understand myself so yeah. Despite this my fursona is a fox, the dragon in my icon is literally me <3

I also draw sometimes and when I do it'll be posted to @dragongirldrawings but always reblogged here too.

Also I'm a member of a plural system, feel free to check out the rest of the system over here @haven-sys <3

Further on the identity weirdness I'm an imaginary friend for the person who used to inhabit this body, they've been gone for like, over 20 years so it's not really relevant but I have started embracing my nature as a fictional creation, it's comforting.

Btw, if one of my posts containing my typing quirk ends up on your dash I take no responsibility for it. I use it in posts that are for me only and if they happen to resonate with others that's their choice to reblog.

I had intended to set tipping up on my blog for a while but adhd caused me to never get around to it sooo, homebrew tip button on my original posts. Feel free and outright encouraged to steal this idea <3

So yeah that's me, hiii I love you all <3

this post is specifically a6out tum6lr user Zelda dragongirltongue [tip]

DNI list under the read more.

lmao imagine if I actually made one of those finally, that's how you'd know I've been replaced with an evil clone or something.

That being said if you're looking at my blog to send me an ask or dm about what someone gets off to please understand unless they're actively hurting someone I rly don't care. I have a lot of ignored and blocked anons about this.

This goes double if the person you're trying to alert me to is trans femme, we don't play that game here, especially given that I know I've been targetted for things as simple as engaging in vore the wrong way for some people or whatever.

Like, I just want to make it clear I rly don't give a fuck what another adult does in the bedroom, I rly don't care if the bedroom happens to include their blog and I rly don't care if they like to flirt about it with other adults on this website.

Also if your pinned post is a callout for anyone about anything it's likely to set off my paranoia around you, which is to say I will not be able to trust you if this is the case even if it's for someone who's actually a danger to a community, like, actively.

Like, this ain't a moral stance or anything, it's a mental health thing. I see that you want to make your first point of contact into a crosshair on someone else I'm gonna be scared you're gonna aim at me next even if it's completely reasonable that you'd never find anything objectionable with me. It scares me and I'm gonna spend every interaction walking on egg shells around you cos what if you're digging for dirt, like, I got no way of knowing.

Anyway as the opening joke implies I don't see any worth in having a list of things to not interact with me over cos the lived experience on this planet is so full of nuance and I've formed deem friendships with people who'd probably have avoided me if I had a DNI and they cared about it.

I think DNIs are dumb but this feels like a space to talk about some general limits on what I'm gonna put up with on this website. I'm just here for a good time with other freaks, anything else is optional. If you want to drag me into your discourse at this point then I guess this is whre I ask you to Do Not Interact. To anyone else, I love yall <3

If you've been directed here after sending an ask my way please apologize for wasting my time [here]

tl;dr DNIs are dumb but don't drag me into your personal grievances with others.

this post is still specifically a6out tum6lr user Zelda dragongirltongue [tip]

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 5 - Tease/Ghost Tickles

hello everyone :D i am back with another (very very very late) fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!!!! wooooo!!!

this is for day 5’s prompt which is teases/ghost tickles!! make sure you check out the original post here, and make sure you show sleepy your love and support for putting this week together in the first place!!!

this one isn’t too crazy or anything, but i experimented a little bit with the formatting in docs and then had to try something different here, and i’ve never done anything quite like this before so i think it’s pretty cool :D hope everyone enjoys!!

orange text is sapnap’s messages, green text is dream’s messages

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 1.8k words

enjoy :)

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Dream’s phone screen lit up from where it laid flat on his nightstand, catching his eye as he turned away from the mini fridge he’d walked across the room to grab a bottle of water from. He twisted the lid off the bottle, picking up the phone as he took a sip, seeing that the notification had been a text from Sapnap.

hey

are you super crazy busy rn

Dream smiled, always endeared by Sapnap’s word choice, taking another sip before putting the bottle down and typing out a response.

not rly

i put all the video stuff in files but it’s too late to start editing so i’m just gonna do it tomorrow

why?

Dream sat down on the edge of his bed, placing his phone on the pillow beside him and twisting to his left, then to his right, stretching his back. He watched a new text come in, followed by more typing bubbles.

i just had a really dumb stressful meeting and i’m fucking frustrated

not like mad i just feel like i have so much pent up energy

and i really wanna come tickle you

Dream felt his stomach flip as he read the words, cold water bottle resting against his thigh and sending a chill up his spine. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, and he blinked in disbelief at his phone screen as he read the message over and over again. After almost a full minute, he formed a response.

……what

Very eloquent, if you ask him.

i want to tickle you

you should let me

Dream felt his stomach flip again, warmth spreading through his chest and nerves settling in his throat. He swallowed harshly, taking in a breath and drinking more of his water as he quickly tapped out another text.

why???

to get the energy out

???????

Dream stared at his phone, in complete disbelief and confusion at the words before him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unable to tell if it was from fear, anticipation, excitement, or embarrassment. He chuckled to himself, nerves sending electric shocks through his veins, making the tips of his fingers tingle as he shook the feeling out. He watched those three bubbles pop up again, and he pushed himself back further on his bed to sit cross-legged as a response came in.

cmoooonnnn

you know you love it

i do not!

shut up!!

don’t lie

i’m sure you’re loving this too

i’m sure you’re already getting goosebumps

sapnap

and you can feel the excitement already running through you

sapnap.

and the nerves too huh

oh i’m sure you already have those nervous giggles don’t you aww :((

sapnap!

Dream took in a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling above him and exhaling slowly. His chest felt tight, and he shook out his tingling hands before pressing his knuckles against his cheeks to check their temperature– to his dismay, they were already burning hot, though he could feel that before he even touched them. A surge of warmth quickly spread through his whole body, the tingles in his hands growing stronger with the quickly forming butterflies in his stomach.

yes cutie?

stop it

please

but i don’t wanna :(

Dream couldn’t help but chuckle at the response, always entertained by Sapnap’s form of teasing, biting his lip to stop more giggles from falling, a soft whine escaping instead.

you can’t just

god sap

you can’t do that

but it’s so funnnn to mess with you

and you’re so cute :((

shut UP oh my god

so can i please come tickle you??

pleeeease :(

Dream would be lying if he said he didn’t hesitate.

He scoffed, squirming where he sat, uncrossing his legs just to cross them the other way, rubbing his palm over his knee and pressing his fingertips into the material of his pajama pants. His toes curled underneath him, and he switched between sitting straight up and leaning over to look down at his phone screen.

no!!

shut up no you cannot

fuck off

dreamie :(

wait

i know how to convince you :)

Dream watched in fear as the three bubbles disappeared, waiting approximately three seconds in stunned silence before he realized what that implied.

what

what are you doing

what does that mean what are you gonna do

sap please

whatever it is just

don’t do it

“Fuck…” He whispered to himself when he received no response, looking around anxiously, his entire body tense as he waited to hear the tell-tale sounds of footsteps approaching his bedroom door. He waited, and waited… and waited…

But they never came.

He glanced down at his phone, just as a new message came in.

A voice memo. It was a voice memo.

He was fucked.

no

i’m not listening to that

yes you are

sapnap.

play it <3

Dream whined again, breaking off into a groan as he shook his head and rubbed his palms against his thighs. He took in another breath, falling into the nervous giggles that Sapnap predicted so accurately, dropping his head into his hands and peeking through his fingers as he shakily pressed play. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his hand, lowering his phone volume and holding the speaker up close to his ear so he could hear.

“Alright, handsome, here’s how this is gonna work,” Sapnap’s voice played through the audio, nonchalant as he spoke, but his tone was still stern and matter of fact.

“Oh, god,” Dream groaned, curling in on himself more, biting his lip as he pulled his knees up to hide his face there instead.

“I’m gonna send you this, and then I’m gonna head up to your room, and by the time I get up there, I can promise you’ll be begging me to tickle you.”

“Oh my god…” Dream said with a gasp, covering his mouth with his hand, his entire body buzzing with anticipation, curling his toes against the sheets below him once more. His phone went silent, after a small chuckle from Sapnap came through, and he turned it around to see that the audio had ended. His hands shook as he went to type out another response, his fingers unsure of their own words.

this is stupid

i hate you

leave me alone

Just as he sent those, another voice memo came through, slightly longer this time. Dream whimpered, a pout spreading across his face against his own will, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling above him. He could feel the tingling sensation spreading further through his body, through his chest and arms and legs, making it nearly impossible to bite his lip hard enough to hold in his giggles. He covered his face with his hands and threw his head back, trying to regulate his breathing enough to calm his nerves down.

Needless to say, it didn’t work very well.

no more

please

you can’t do this

listen to it dreamie

it’s okay

Dream groaned again, assuming the same hiding position as he hit play on the new voice memo.

“I’m sure you’re already feeling those ghost tickles too,” Sapnap teased through the audio, and Dream gasped and shook his head at how well Sapnap knew how he felt, curls swaying against his forehead. “I’m sure they’re swirling all around your tummy right now, that’s where they always get you most, huh?”

“St–“ Dream stuttered to himself, turning his head away from his phone as if Sapnap was already in the room with him, teasing him in person instead.

“Now, like I said before, I’m gonna come to your room, and– y’know what? I’ll actually be nice, because I really do just wanna wind down and get all cozy and giggly with you, and I know you love that stuff too–“

“Fuck,” Dream whispered as Sapnap spoke, feeling the warmth spread through his chest and across his face once again, the fluttery feeling in his tummy growing even stronger.

He had to admit, it did sound nice after all this.

“–so I won’t even make you ask… I am gonna tease you to no end still, though, but you knew that already,” Sapnap said with a small giggle, and Dream couldn’t help but giggle as well. “Anyway, hope you’re prepared, because by the time you’re done listening to this I’m probably already on my way.”

“Wh–!” Dream yelped, whipping his phone around to see the audio end, and he stared at his bedroom door for a few seconds in fear. He scoffed in fake offense, rolling his eyes and typing out a message.

you’re ridiculous

you know that, right?

Instead of a response, the top Dream’s phone screen lit up with Sapnap’s contact information, the photo of Sapnap and Patches he had set as his photo staring back at him.

Sapnap was calling him now.

He let it ring for a few seconds, tapping the banner to bring the call full screen, before hitting accept and slowly raising the phone to his ear.

“…Hello?” Dream began, voice quiet and nervous.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Sapnap said, voice overly chipper and enthusiastic. Dream swallowed against the lump in his throat when he heard a door close on the other end of the call. “How are you feeling?”

“Sapnap…” Dream mumbled, anxiously twirling the drawstring of his pajama pants around his pointer finger, looking off to the side to try to compose himself.

“What’s wrong, Dreamie?” Sapnap asked softly, as if he was speaking to a scared animal, and Dream would be lying if he said the tone didn’t help him relax, at least a tiny bit.

“You know…”

“Awww, honey,” Sapnap cooed, making Dream groan and cover his face with his free hand. “Are you nervous?”

“Mhm…” Dream nodded, even though no one was there to see it.

“Aw, Dream,” Sapnap cooed more, and Dream could practically hear the pout on his face, making him groan again. “It’ll be okay, you know I’ll be nice to you, right?”

“I do, but still,” Dream explained, switching his focus to picking at a thread on his comforter that had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

“Yeah, I know, you’re just wound up, huh?”

“Mhm,” Dream replied without thinking, making Sapnap chuckle on the other end.

“It’s okay, Dream. You don’t have to wait much longer.

“Wh…” Dream began, looking up at his door as he heard the long awaited footsteps growing closer and closer. “Why– why do you say that?”

“Take a wild guess,” Sapnap replied, and before Dream had the chance to entertain the idea, there was a knock at his bedroom door, making him gasp and squeal and the pit in his stomach feel like it had dropped ten stories. He couldn’t hold in his giggles anymore, gripping his phone tighter as the door opened and Sapnap walked in, a thrilled smile on his face as he continued laughing along with Dream. “There’s my baby boy.”

“Noho, go away!” Dream shook his head, placing one hand over his stomach as he felt the ghost tickles running rampant over his skin. He watched as Sapnap smiled sweetly at him, ending their call and placing his phone in his pocket.

“Alright,” He began. “Let’s get started.”

[inkykeiji]

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IT WORKS NOW eeeee yay thank you so much!!!!! this made me so emotional (in a good way!)!! i just cannot tell you how honoured i am that you did this for one of my stories like.....i genuinely don’t even have the words to describe how incredible that is and how lucky i am to have you here with me. thank you so much for sharing this with me, i will cherish it so very much ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

my thoughts on each song beneath the cut!!!

family tree - ethel cain

i totally see what you’re saying here!!! ugh god i love ethel cain so much, her music is just so perfect for so much of my work in terms of vibes and atmosphere yk what i mean??? so i was so glad to see that u included her here!!

demolition lovers - mcr

there’s a dozen reasons in this gun has got to be one of my favourite lyrics ever, wow!!! but also, i loved the whole last minute or so of this song!! i know that’s where the lyrics you selected are from, but i just feel like that entire final verse describes the trajectory of dabi and reader’s relationship??? from their first meeting to that last scene with keigo in the hospital.

i would die for you - in this moment

okay, YES. yes, i completely get what you mean LMAO. just that ravenous, all-consuming, downright obsessive love, us against the world type, those who continuously swallow each other whole just to spit them back out again and repeat the entire process. loved it so much <33 VERY dabi x reader!!!

voodoo doll - the funeral portrait

oof okay this song hit so hard it made me sob. as i’ve said before, tag you’re it is a very personal story to me, having grown up with and lived with (and been parented by) addicts for my entire life. because, honestly, addiction doesn’t just hurt the user, it hurts everyone who cares about the user, too. i’m not gonna go too deep into that but i loved everything you had to say about this song and i agree with you one million percent, you hit the nail right on the head!!!

life vest - the material

okay let me just take a moment to bask in the fact that the motel scenes are your favourite because i worked SO insanely hard on those scenes LMAO <3 two bodies with one beating heart oh i love love love this. but yeah!!! at that moment in the story especially, dabi is her life vest; for the majority of their time there (right up until the end) he discards his manipulation and casts off his selfishness and allows himself to just be with her, to be there for her, for completely selfless reasons, because he truly does love her. it is a crucial point in their relationship!

tears don’t fall - bullet for my valentine

ooooh yes okay!!! one of the lyrics that really stuck out to me in this song is there’s always something different going wrong / the path i walk’s in the wrong direction because it feels very keigo, especially since he was the golden boy who fell from grace, essentially. adding onto your selection of lyrics, the her conscience calls the guilty to come home also kind of reminded me of the guilt reader feels for leaving keigo, and how that guilt kind of repeatedly calls for her to come back to him, sometimes in the form of keigo himself.

everybody sells cocaine - motionless in white

holy fuck i LOVED this song!!! and you’re SO right, btw!!! dabi is constantly tempting keigo, taunting keigo, ‘testing’ keigo in the most twisted, unfair ways ever. i don’t even have anything to add, i just agree with you wholeheartedly.

jupiter - flower face

omg yes this is VERY dabi x reader during their budding relationship in part one especially. also, these silly games we play / stupid ways to make you stay / my heart’s split open on display / i can’t wait another day pretty much encompasses them fully <33 also also, rly loved the lyric it must be holy to feel something so pure makes me think of dabi as he initially starts to truly fall in love with her—real, pure, sincere! okay i just got to the end of the song and tbh, i think there’s even an argument to be made here for part two as well, and the way their relationship progresses, the concept of home, etc.

luna - wisp

feeling u hardcore on the chest aching with this song. it’s just the melody, you know??? it feels so infused with raw emotion. this one also kind of reminds me of the sex scene in part one AHAHAHA but that’s more due to how hazy and fragmented reader is <3

bottles - the material

oh yeah, for sure! alcoholism is still substance abuse, and it is still addiction. oof this is another one that made me like, super emotional. just rly struck a chord!! i love everything you’ve pointed out here, and i also love how the chorus (in particular the lyrics those bottles are everywhere / and i can’t be everywhere / to keep them from you) reminds me so much of how reader feels towards keigo’s addiction for the majority of the series; she so desperately wishes to save him from himself, she so desperately wants to help, to be useful, but she truly cannot be everywhere cataloging all of his actions all of the time

aaaah WOW sleepy!!!! incredible playlist, thank you again for sharing it with me and the rest of us here on inkykeiji!!! your selection of songs and the order in which you curated them was just genius, i am so blessed to be able to experience this <333

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Pete finger my mouth and laugh at how wet it makes me and then finger my pussy pleasseeeee

you can’t just say that to me (resident pete girl*)

i’m rly rly getting like. 2007 pete from this. god save me . i’m also getting abap a little bit. MANIA. I TAKE IR ALL FUCKING BACK THIS IS LONG DARK HAIR MANIA PETE AND MY DICK IS IN SHAMBLES

holy fuck

HOLY FUCK.

him kinda teasing you about it, sitting on your lap with his fingers in your mouth, watching your eyes roll back sometimes and water up, your lashes fluttering as you try to keep eye contact but fail, eventually just tipping your head back and shutting your eyes and going loose with your jaw so he’ll just finger fuck your mouth

and he doesn’t have to feel between your thighs to know how wet you are, he’s been doing this with you for years, and he’s just as bad. he will (and has!) entirely gotten off on someone fucking his mouth with fingers before. he gets its. it’s laughing in solidarity (and also because he thinks it’s hot, and it is objectively very pathetic)

(I AM NOT SHAMING YOU, IM THE SAME WAY BESTIE)

but he’d laugh, that little dark chuckle, hooking his fingers against the backs of your teeth on the lower jaw, holding your mouth open and you widen your eyes

this might be too much but. he spits in your mouth ANYWAY UM

he’d get a hand down the front of your jeans and above your underwear and cock an eyebrow at you as both a “is this okay?” and a “you’re so wet from this?”

and you’d nod, yes to both, yes to everything.

he’d rub you over your underwear and keep your mouth open, fingers hooked, and your eyes would roll back and you can’t help but moan, try to open your legs more but the way he’s sitting on your lap with either of his legs on either side of yours doesn’t give you much room

he’d touch you like that, maybe not even going under your underwear to make you come, just rubbing over where you need him most through that fucking evil fabric. and you’d get so whimpery for him, watery eyes when you move your head on his fingers to get him to Really fuck your mouth, get down your throat and make you cry with it. he knows what you need.

[acebytaemin]

hii miss ana if it is not too much trouble could you tell me your fave lino vocal moments in skz songs 🎤 ? Mine personally is the beginning of boxer because i love the speaking->rapping progression i just think he's so cool thats all

sorry you sent this on shinee night so it marinated a little in my inbox however here i am ready & excited bc YESSSS boxer exactly EXACTLY. i loveeee rap lino i’m so sorry for loving fun and being right. while on rap lino topic i love him in n/s too when he forces his lower register a little and makes his voice deeper than it comfortably usually goes ouhhh i love that shit sm. also district 9 rap FOREVER<3 (when he sounds rude as fuck like god intended when making him <- said w hearts in eyes) and ITEM<3333 the ‘full op’ so so good to me.

i also love it THE most when he gets a little silly & a little goofy with it like the PTUI PTUI PTUI in thunderous he was born to do exactly that i think (plus the yelled rap is so good WOLLAE PPITAKAE give it to meeeee!) and in that same vein i loooove his part in cheese oh you think dudududu is funny??? having a headache is funny to you????? YUM i could eat that little guy for breakfast but that’s off topic. also same vibe when he yells out the maniac in maniac chorus that’s my maniacal guyyyyy<333

i also wanna give a special shoutout to autotune lino bc i love autotune as a tool to make shit more FUN and i loooove it in drive i think it rly makes the song and also his part in any❤️ and in MIA too heheheh SO much fun to me

now don’t read this bit bc it will reveal i care a little bit in the soft way 😾 bc i love when he sings all sweet & high like in winter falls (the loved you loved you loved you) & in fuckass case 143 the entire walking next to you but im falling verse i wish i was immune but i haven’t been vaccinated against it sadly & also let’s get away from the cheesy sweetie bits but kinda similarly i looove all his parts in taste but esp the falsettos and baby baby don’t tease me he just sings so prettily when he wants to <3 (but i never said that)

and my favorite favorite favorite when he SINGS like in limbo & in love me or leave me but esp the day6 cover like. i feel like that’s truly where his strength lies in terms of using his voice and im sooo excited at the prospect of him possibly exploring it more in the future bc i would Love to hear it 🫶🏻

[slimesaurian]

im gonna go on a rant in a sec. I'll try to cycle back and edit the top here to cw the post but if it takes too long and I forget or end up missing some im sorry

so a friend of mine just got outed to her ultra religious parents by her fucking shitty ex. it really fucking sucks and I so badly want to [redacted] the dude who did it. It especially sucks because like, I befriended this gal maybe a year into transition and she was still closeted/figuring stuff out at the time but would ask me some stuff about transition and I was happy to help. My first "baby trans" of being a woman who was out.

anyways her boyfriend seemed okay on twitter, tbh was always a bit annoying but then again who am I to judge. Our interactions were alright and it was just neat having some moots. Then twitter shat the bed and I made a lil friend server on discord for people I liked. I ended up sending a invite to both cuz they expressed interest and unfortunately the annoying vibes from boyf were correct. Dude would ping her in the server to get him to respond to their dms and say a buncha yikes things. I think he even mentioned being republican or smth which wasnt a hit in the "leftist tranny" discord server. Mostly he made peeps uncomfy but I was hesitant to give the boot to him because of his connection to someone I liked.

Then there was one point where I was in vc with him and baby trans messaged me saying "hey be careful with what you say around him" and then sent me a screenshot after he ended up going on a tirade against her for expressing interest in piercing her nipples at some point

1: bullshit lmao

2: very clearly controlling behavior and an implicit threat

at this point, i basically just stopped interacting with the dude in the server. I very much wanted to kick him, both from the server and irl but I was worried about escalating things and putting my friend in danger so I kinda just bit my tongue. eventually they broke up and I asked whether she'd like me to kick him or not and she told me she I didnt have to if I were comfy with him. I still didnt kick cuz I was worried about retaliation but my man was on thin ice, especially because I had just settled into a new place after fleeing a controlling man so I was not pleased with him.

Anyways then I made a joke about being gay in my sapphic tranny server and he was like "Wait, you like MEN????". Honestly, I had never felt like you could hear a pin drop in a digital space before. Anyways yeah I pulled out the boot after that.

Then dude was insistent on vc'ing me to "talk about what happened" and wouldnt stop messaging me trying to set up this call rather than just explain in text. Honestly I got the vibe this was intentional, I've had too many HR meetings to really buy that shit any more. I decided to entertain him just to get him off my back but then he kept pushing me so I eventually said I'll think about it. dude kept pushing and pushing me over text for updates for the next three days where I honestly just fucking ghosted him because of other life shit. Eventually I caved and told him to give me some space because I needed it and he went off about "Do you see how thats better than no response?" and then went on to talk about how "this issue isnt that big in the first place"

At that point I just never talked to him again. I figured his beef was with me and he has no leverage so I'm safe and hopefully baby trans is safe. Anyways fast forward half a year and god damn this girl has blossomed in the presence of other folks helping her through this stuff (if you end up reading this somehow, love you girl 💗). Unfortunately she learns that shitty ex has told ppl she cheated on him and thats why they broke up (girl absolutely has been too timid to pursue anything since, this is 100% a boldfaced lie. But gosh you rly should ask alex out already). She ends up making a very calm post clearing the air about how this isnt the case and she didnt feel safe around him due to the threat of being outed (above). No @'s, no names, just a simple post.

And then her dad gets a text talking about every little thing that could be used against her, from her caffeine addiction (lmfao) to her not rly being christian and eats weed gummies. Oh and, you know, she "wants to identify as a woman and have started taking drugs for hormone replacement therapy". As an aside, the text mentions she's "been dating a man for a year now" and "have sucked a couple of dicks". but who's dick i wonder 🤔. Also she's "never liked women and is attracted to penises" if this werent so fucking awful id be laughing my ass off.

The text ends with "I'd suggest confronting [deadname] about this since they're clearly out of your control and could learn a lesson about insubordination and respect". Not rly being subtle there bud. Anyways, me and my friends have spent all fucking day making sure our gal is safe and has a place to stay and are emotionally supporting her and I'm just so fucking angry. Her entire life has been uprooted, her autonomy violated, her existence endangered because this fucking prick decided he wants to be a petty motherfucker. For the record, she has temporary housing and is safe right now, but she's going to come out of this with such deep scars.

I think the worst part is, is that he's got a lot of trans women friends/mutuals. He was practically bragging about it in my server. Other trans womrn are in danger around this man and his vindictive rage but I dont have the energy to do anything more than try being there for my friend and help her through this. I'm just angry and sad and worried and tired. I hate this man. I hate people like him. I hate the fact that he will more than likely never face any sort of consequences for ruining someone else's life. I hate that society makes him feel comfortable where he is. I fucking hate.

I'm trying so hard to not succumb to hate and become this jaded feral beast but it's just so hard. its so hard seeing everyone i care about in this fucked up world get hurt over and over and over again. It's so hard seeing all this violence and pain and choosing to fight back with love. Every time someone i love is hurt it feels like a chunk of my flesh is taken along with it. a core of my being is robbed because I need to help. i need to be there. i need to counterract the world. but its not enough and itll never be enough and ill just wear myself thinner and thinner each day until all thats left is my bones bleaching in the sun. but what else can i do? the rabid dog gets put down. i just want to be safe and help my friends be safe and i want us all to live.

i dont know any more.

edit:

I think one of the worst parts is knowing that it's within my power to hurt him back. Like, he's told me the general area where he lives in the past and it's honestly not hard to narrow details down from there if you're dedicated. I could realistically make this fucker fear for his life. But then I'd be one of those radical violent transgenders who dared to bare her teeth at the society that uses and beats and breaks and kills her kind. I have to rise past it. I have to choke this rising bile in my throat back down and be a good girl for a chance to be granted the fucking right to live. I have to sit and feel my heart break and break and break and break and break every single day so some smug white boys won't ever have to experience the fear of god for the slightest moment.

[quirkle2]

Would it be uncomfy if I asked you to just go ham about qpr?

Can be Ledge and Wars or just in general.

It's just the way you write it and draw it is...insanely comforting and I'd love to hear more.

Also your creativity is absolutely amazing and warm and I love your work so much

🧡

NOT AT ALL i love talking abt them and qprs sm i've got u

i think it's the little things that get me ? like,,, wars and ledge both smile when the other enters the room. when somebody mentions their partner in convo they grin at the simple thought of them. there's quick forehead kisses and mini hugs all throughout the day; little glances behind the others' shoulder, watching each other's backs; little use me as a pillows and i bought this cuz it reminded me of yous and Just Because gifts. they r in platonic love in every sense of the word and there's just smth rly rly comforting abt that

it's rly comforting to Them, especially ? in my head they're both Probably Aro but there's ? a little part of them that kinda Yearns for something similar to that? they want a Connection, but neither of them have ever felt that or had the ability to feel that (at least, romantically). neither of them have ever Met anybody they felt that close to

this might be straying vaguely into an internalized homophobia deal ?? a little bit (that might be the wrong term)?? but sometimes they couldn't help but wonder if there was,, something Wrong w them, yaknow? of course there Isn't, but when ur different from everybody around u sometimes that's how it goes. i feel like they were both maybe,, driven to avoid those things altogether, even though parts of them rly, so so badly wanted Something Like That

qprs r such a wonderful thing ?? love is not a straight line that goes friend -> best friend -> lover. platonic love can be just as strong and just as powerful, as mushy and cliche as it sounds, and when wars and ledge finally felt that ?? you've heard it before—they felt like they were on top of the world. it's ?? such a nice experience

they came to terms w the fact that No there was nothing wrong w them—there never was—and even if they had never felt that love there still wouldn't have been smth wrong w them. they r just different than most!! and that's wonderful!!!! they slowly learn that and r accepting themselves and each other :)

sometimes they both still get excited about it. wars will be sitting there and he'll suddenly think "i am in a qpr and i have a qpp and he is wonderful and i lovehim so very much" and he'll get all smiley and giddy and it'sSUCH a fucking experience . and legend ??? god sometimes he doesn't even know how to compute it. sometimes it's all Too Much (/pos) and he just wants to squeeze wars like a stress ball /aff

i rly love thinkin about the different ways they show that giddiness ? that Full feeling of like,,, appreciation and disbelief that u cannot contain. wars tends to wrap himself around legend and smooch his noggin a million times. kisskisssmooch kise kiss mwah mwah mwahkiss mwah mwah mwah. sneaks up behind ledge while he's making a sandwich and makes him get jelly on the counter because legend is currently being Bombarded w 178 Forehead Kisses

legend has a much harder time releasing and conveying that kinda stuff. sometimes he Does just straight up hug wars and Squeeze him but also sometimes he leans into him ? bomks his head against wars' shoulder, against his arm, very gently to his forehead . like a cat. i love you. bomk. i love you again. bomk. give me attention. bomk

they make each other snacks. they totally have that thing where like . ledge makes wars tea and pancakes and they taste amazing but if wars makes Himself tea and pancakes exactly the same way neither of them taste nearly as good. it's about the Love and Care that went into them. look it up it's true

i think i've mentioned it before but one of my fav things to think about is wars reading late at night and ledge snugglin up to him ? my wonderful adored cherished qpp made this for me that shows them all snuggled up together and i love and appreciate that piece oh so much . that is a Routine for them and legend sometimes sees wars nodding off while trying to read—eyes drooping while he's all leaned up against legend and barely holding the book up enough to see the words anyway. silly willy,,,,sleepyhead

^ if ledge wasn't awake to put his book and glasses away, they both wake up like that :) all cuddled up with the book still in wars' hand, glasses crooked on his face (lucky he didn't break em,,) the coziest of mornings . i enjoy thinkin about sleepy mornings where they both lie there and simply play w each other's hair and doze

wars gets giddy about calling legend his partner sometimes too :) he doesn't rly get a lot of chances to call him that out loud, but when he does he smiles so wide,,,,,, sometimes he says it in his head and melts. my partner,,,, legend is my Partner!!!!!!!!!ohm y hylia,,,

^ legend will never admit it but he does that constantly in his head . wow that's my partner . he isliterally just sitting there but that's My Partner. wow.wow. hyrule once witnessed him say to a clerk "yeah i'm gettin' this for my partner he loves candles" and he's got that Smile when he says partner. hyrule is sworn to secrecy and his very life is on the line if he tells a single soul /hj

i!!!!!! wanna talk about the others real quick and what They think of the qpr . they r so happy for them,,,,,,,,,,,,my god they r so happy. the chain can tell both of them are MUCH happier with each other and legend is looser and wars is more laid back,, it's just so nice?? time especially just,, loves seein his boys so happy. he takes comfort in the fact that his boys r okay and content and Enjoying themselves. he loves seein legend so smiley sometimes—Loves seeing wars loosen his shoulders and sneak through those walls. he Adores seeing wars finally have somebody close—at the beginning of lu wars had a certain,, sadness in his eyes. that went away the closer he got to the chain and to legend. the bitterness faded from ledge's gaze a little, even. they Both needed each other and now they have each other and the entire chain is so genuinely happy for them

lastly . i Have mentioned this one, but wars kissing legend's knuckles and rings in private moments has me in Tears okay . legend fully melts—doesn't know how to compute all that so he just sits there and stares and Melts. he turns so red and wars gives him such a warm smile. those r such nice moments

[jackienautism]

going 2 be real for a sec

i usually keep this stuff to myself since its super personal and i probably will just sound like a crazy person bu t i really just want to get something down and post it and MAYBE get some sort of like ? validation. that im not the only one who feels this way or does this LOL

so just. long story short. does anyone get like physically ill over seeing someone else like . engaging and doing "more" with a special interest slash interest youre really really into? like. just like 10 or os minutes ago somethting happened and i started lowkey shaking and shit (but maybe its just bc its real hot where i am rn but idk) and felt sick to my stomach all bc someone was engaging "more" with something i rly rly like and i just uuuuugh

ive had this feeling ever since i got into until dawn and the quarry lol...... this feeling has been occurring a lot less frequently than during like last year. which like. speaking of. when the quarry first came out the feeling came and WEEEENT....... ALLL THE TIME. like i wasnt even into the game that much yet but seeing other ppl engaging w/ and making content for it...... made me feel suuuper ill. or maybe was it when i first started getting into it? yeah i think it was when i first started hyperfixating. but anyway LOL IT WAS A TERRIBLE FEELING. AND IT HAPPENED SO OFTEN TOO

luckily its gotten a lot better in terms of the quarry. especiailly after joining tumblr and all. but until dawn? naaah its still very much there lol. as i said earlier, it doesnt happen as much as it used to (in regards to UD) but. it stilll happens. as i just fucking found out. ive settled down quite a bit now but good god

until dawn is such a dead fandom but theres just some things that when i see it it still makes me go wiiiild (negative). i dont know why. it makes feel so sick. and i dont hold it against anyone of course, it just affects me interacting w/ slash following people LOL! and it mainly has to do w/ sam and emily LMAO especiallly sam as ive come to find out.... i think its becasue ive projected sooo much of myself onto her that im like super protective and shit. like... shes not your fictional public character shes MINE. and thats not your public piece of media. its MINE. you know?

and its liike. i KNOW that there are ppl who are more into UD and have been into it longer than i have. i know that. and htat doesnt always affect me. but tthen therr are just osme other times where it seriously DOES and its just.... man. i wish i werent like this LMAO

i think thats like the. basis of it. im just. man. and its such a hard thing to shake off ): i know im just gonna have to "get over it" and "learn to live w/ it" but man!!!!!!

idk man. just seeing others "understanding" a character "more" than i do and seeing others do suuuuper in depth character analyses just..... ESP if its characters i rly relate to and basically projected every part of ,my being onto........ it makes me ill!!!!!! like genuinely!!!!!!!!!

and its like weird bc like. i was SUPER into mean girls the musical back in 2019 / 2020 and so forth. but i dont ever remember getting THIS BAD over others being "more" into it than i was. and this isnt just straight up jealousy. i know how that feels and its DEFINITELY not that. i truly dont know what makes until dawn / the quarry so different. maybe becasue this was the first time ive engaged more with the fandom? especially on tumblr? i dont know man. i dont kn ow

hopefully this makes sense. im just tired

[girlssagainstgod]

i’m in my gremlin phase and u know what that’s ok it’ll help me grow

[punkrockteddybear]

I just want to put a knife into my skull

[taechaos]

How about a scenario where nerd oc gives jk a sex ban😏

yall rly like to watch jk suffer huh 😪

disclaimer: softcore smut(?)

"No, no," you mumble against Jungkook's lips when he reaches under your shirt, now only hovering over your breast without touching from your interruption. It isn't long before you pull away from him to see his knitted eyebrows and swollen lips forming a pout.

Every time your kisses last longer than a peck, he tries turning it into something more by shoving his tongue down your throat; hands traveling to your spine; hips grinding against yours, and after last night, you need a break. You're sore, and although you have the overwhelming urge to continue what you started, your body needs more rest than just seven hours of sleep. He gets too excited, too rough, too wild and you can still feel the aftermaths of his spent energy both internally and externally.

But he doesn't, which is why he's staring at you in confusion, like he didn't just blow your back out twice less than a day ago.

His hand slowly slips out of your shirt—technically his shirt—and you feel his fingertips trail down your stomach before he's no longer touching you. "What's wrong?" he quietly pants from not having caught his breath after your heated kiss.

You put some distance between your faces and quip, "It is 8 o'clock in the morning."

The gears are evidently still turning in his head, missing the correlation between time and foreplay. "Okay?" It's flattering that you can arouse him with the simplest of touches, but it also baffles you how his energy never runs out when it comes to sex.

"And I'm still tired from yesterday," you explain for him to take a hint.

"You don't have to do anything," he shakes his head, still wearing that cute clueless expression. "I can be gentle–"

"No, Jungkook," you chuckle at his misunderstanding. "I just need a day to recharge. I can't match your... you know."

He leans back in bewilderment, his fluffy bed hair mushing against the pillow at the action. "What?" The curiosity in his eyes warms your insides.

Lust is sometimes hard to control and can cloud your judgement. When you see his broad shoulders, his protruding collarbone, plump rosy lips, the thin blanket teasingly hiding his bare chest, you want to give him what he wants because you want it too. But unlike him, you're aware of the break your body is begging for. No matter how much you want to ignore it and let him have his way with you, you know you shouldn't. Your own arousal has to take the backseat this time.

At your silence, he probes, "What is it? Am I too sexual?"

"Yes."

The lack of hesitation in your answer catches him off guard. "So you don't like it?"

"Oh, no, no," you quickly reassure, "it isn't like that."

"Then I can continue?"

"Oh my God," you sigh and roll your eyes. "No. We are not having sex."

"What—why? I mean, I would understand if you weren't turned on or something but you keep trying to take a peek under the blanket." You stammer and blush as he continues, "Is this like a punishment or some sort of ritual?"

"You know what? Yes. It is a punishment," you ignore his comment about your inappropriate ogling. This is the only way you can turn the tables: "You are too horny."

"I think it takes two to fuck."

"Well—I don't care! You can't make any sexual advances towards me today."

He merely stares at you, unimpressed. Is he waiting for you to swallow back your words? You hold your stance and look right back at him, though his bored gaze demeans your determined one. With your chin held up, you wait for him to say something.

Finally, he releases an agitated sigh and lays on his back. When he dims his eyes, it's your turn to watch him in puzzlement. It isn't until you see movement on the surface of the white sheets that it clicks.

He's jacking off right in front of you.

How does he have the audacity to ask if he's too sexual when he's doing this? The irony and shock doesn't allow you to look anywhere else other than him and what's hidden underneath the comforter. "Do you realize that you're proving my point?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to watch?" he taunts you without opening his eyes. But then he peeks an eye open to cheekily ask, "or did you want to help?"

"I said no sexual advances."

"Does taking your shirt off count?" At your instant glare, he defends, "I don't have mine on."

With a click of your tongue, you throw the blanket off yourself and undress per his request. By heaving the garment off yourself, there is nothing left to cover you. It was the only thing you wore for bed after last night's events.

His tongue swipes over his bottom lip when he, without a second's waste, takes in the sight of you lying down on your side, completely naked. The curve of your waist is enough to make him swallow hard. He admires your smooth skin even though he's touched it many times before; he wonders if you're just teasing him now. But then you cross your arms, roll your eyes and huff, "Hurry."

A quiet moan gets stuck in his throat. Okay, now he's certain you're teasing him, but clearly that isn't your intention. He likes the attitude, how you're just allowing him to devour you with his greedy eyes so he can cum, but not without throwing figurative daggers at him. "Not enjoying the show?" he says with mock pity. He is good at steadying his husky voice, but your effect on him is clear by the way he speeds up his pace. You can hear him pleasure himself now by the soft pats against his pelvis from his fist.

"I don't see anything," you snarkily state the obvious. You know you set yourself up for it when he says:

"Good. It's banned."

He ridicules you further by sighing in pleasure, and soon you have to try your best to tune out his low moans throughout this entire torture session. Maybe you should've ignored the little angel sitting on your shoulder who's nowhere to be found now.

[zodiakuroo]

Un(holy) Trinity

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, threesome, manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, breathplay, stepcest, breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege, elements of mindbreak and god complex (?) 

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: my first threesome and idk how to feel about it but here it is! If it’s bad I can blame it on the fact that I just had my wisdom teeth extracted and am currently in a world of pain :) also i’m on bedrest and incredibly bored so if anyone has requests or thirsts or just wants to chat... yeah

also if this banner is shit i’m sorry i rushed and made it on my phone cause i just rly wanted to to post

This is part 2 to my other fic Love Thy Brother which you can read here 

Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” - Genesis 3:1

Twelve days.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity to your step-brother, no less. 

The night that it happened, you lay awake in your bed dreading the aftermath of the horrific incident. How could you face him again? How could you face your family? How could you face God? 

You were too cowardly to face the rest of your household. The Todoroki family welcomed you into their home only for you betray them by sleeping with Touya. Ever since you were little, your mother would say she had a sort of sixth sense that meant God would always tell her when you’d been up to mischief. It sounds silly but there was no explanation for how she would always catch out in lie or know things that you never told her. You feared she would take one look at you and know the sin you committed. And so you chose to make yourself scarce, taking extra shifts at work and choosing to study at the campus library rather than at home. Your siblings seemed to notice how busy you suddenly were, often remarking how they missed you around the house. That just made you feel more ashamed. 

As for God, you felt like you needed to do whatever necessary to prove your faith. You wanted Him to know the extent of your shame and remorse. You were weak in spirit, making you an easy target for someone as devious as Touya. You prayed and begged for forgiveness until your knees hurt but no matter what you did, the guilt was inescapable. You realized it was because, irrespective of the regret and remorse you felt, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what happened. You liked the way Dabi made you feel and you hated yourself for it. But no matter how much you liked it, something like that could never happen again. As penance, you banned yourself from bringing your hands anywhere near your groin. After all that temptation is what brought you to this point in the first place. But the thread of your self-control is thin and withered so at night when you’re certain everyone is asleep, you’re humping your pillow like an animal and biting down on your lip trying to keep from moaning his name. At least you weren’t touching right? 

Dabi, by some God-given miracle, made himself scarce as well. It wasn’t uncommon for the noirette to disappear for days at a time doing heaven knows what only to arrive back at home like nothing happened; so no one really questioned his absence. Perhaps he  felt the same way you did and was avoiding facing you and the other Todorokis.

Yeah right. 

Shame? Todoroki Touya doesn’t know the meaning of the word. 

In any case, you had become used to a Dabi-less house and so lulled into a false sense of safety, slowly but surely reverting back to normal. That’s why as you make your way downstairs, prepared to go to your church, the sound of gunfire and explosions from the living room doesn’t alarm you. Probably Natsuo or Shouto playing one of their video games, you thought. But when you get to the bottom of the stairs you’re met with unmistakable dark locks. Not just him. The back of another person’s head, one with pale blue, shoulder length hair. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a gasp. Neither of them react, seemingly too focused on their game. You don’t waste any time feeling relieved, choosing instead to make a silent escape. 

You could only dream of being so lucky. 

“Oi!” Your step-brother calls without turning around. He hasn’t seen you, you think. If you move quickly you can still get out of this. “I know you heard me, brat. Get over here before I drag you over here.” He still doesn’t bother to turn around but the sharpness in his tone lets you know that you’d be smart to listen. You take a second to steel your nerves and make your way over to the couch, trying your best to look as intimidating as possible. You scowl at both men but they are so engrossed in their video game, they don’t even acknowledge that you’re standing right there. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? We have company.” 

We?

The company in question is Shigaraki Tomura. He’s been to the house before although he’s never even so much as glanced in your direction, too busy with his phone or playing games with Dabi. Despite your hard expression you can only manage a meek “Hello Shigaraki.” 

He responds by finally looking at you, with a sleazy grin, a pair of crimson eyes, surrounded by creases meet your own. “Sup.” 

Beer cans litter the coffee table, one of them being turned into a makeshift ashtray while both have smouldering cigarettes perched between their lips. “You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” 

“You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” Dabi mocks you with a nasal voice. 

You simply roll your eyes, not interested in continuing this interaction any further.  “Whatever. I’m leaving now.” You state with as much firmness as you can muster. You spin on your heels but are kept in place by long, slender digits wrapped around your wrist. 

“Where are you off to anyways?” The game paused, both boys now looking at you. 

Out of habit, you answer truthfully. “Bible study.” 

Shigaraki and Dabi burst into raucous laughter. 

You should have lied. 

“Nah you’re gonna hang out with me and Shigaraki for a bit.” 

“Dabi, I have to leave.”

“You don’t have to do anything except what I tell you and I’m telling you to sit.” 

Before you can protest you’re being hauled on to the couch, squeezed between the two of them. 

“Nice necklace.” Tomura snorts, hand reaching out to grab at your crucifix but you swat it away. His gaze is unnerving. It makes you wonder if- no. He promised he wouldn’t. 

Just like that, their game is resumed, as if you were never there. A few rounds pass, no words exchanged between either of them, only curses muttered under their breath. “Dabi, can I please go. I’m bored.” 

Wrong choice of words. 

“You hear that Tomura? The princess is bored.” His fingers are still moving rapidly over his controller. 

“Really now? Come on then Todoroki, let’s show her a good time. I’ve seen how she likes to have fun.” 

His comment on your necklace suddenly makes sense, but you still can’t believe it. “You didn’t…” you whip your head back to look at Dabi. 

”Sorry doll, you made your Nii-san so proud, I just had to show you off.” Dabi smiles shamelessly, lighting himself another cigarette. 

“You’re fucking sick Touya.” Tomura says, however his tone is not one of disgust but rather of admiration. 

“You promised...” Your voice breaks. You’re humiliated beyond belief. 

Both of them laugh at you again, discarding their controllers. “Told you, it’s adorable how stupid she is.” Dabi remarks to his friend, as if you’re not sitting right next to them. 

You try to force your way off the couch but get pulled into Dabi’s lap, one of his arms hooking around both of yours, securing them behind your back. You squirm in his arms but he stills you with a hard slap on your inner thigh. “Be good okay? Don’t embarrass me.” He nuzzles into your neck. 

Shigaraki flips up your dress exposing your white lace panties. He runs his thumb up and down your clothed slit, he fabric slowly becoming even more transparent. One severe jerk to the top of your dress and the straps are torn clean off, revealing the matching bra. “Yo, Touya. I thought she was a good girl.”

Dabi peers over your shoulder to get look. “Who’s all this for babe? You screwing the preacher or something? Or were you hoping I’d do something like this?” He tugs down your bra until your breasts are spilling over the top of it.

“Dabi…” Your choke on your plea when he sinks his teeth into your neck. He bites down so hard you’re positive he’s left a mark.

“Who?” 

“T-Touya-nii.” You whimper. 

“Better.” 

Your destroyed dress is discarded somewhere across the room and you find yourself on your hands and knees with Shigaraki kneeling on the couch in front of you and Dabi behind you. 

“Go easy on her alright Tomura. It’s her first time sucking cock.” He chuckles. 

Your eyes go wide. “Wait...” you mewl but neither pay you any mind.

“And you.” Dabi yanks a fistful of your hair. “No teeth. No puke. Or I’ll let my boy ream your little ass as punishment.”

“Yeah. What he said.” Shigaraki mutters, pulling his semi out of his sweatpants, rubbing his tip against your lips. His is not as scary as your step-brother’s but him staring down at you like this, makes him seem every bit as intimidating. 

Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen tip. You’re not entirely sure you want that in your mouth but you’re also not sure if you have a choice so you open up hesitantly. 

Dabi’s right. It is your first time doing something like this. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do but as it turns out you don’t have to do much, not with the way Shigaraki starts thrusting his quickly hardening member into your mouth.

“Move your tongue slut.” The man in front of you grunts. You do your best despite the heavy intrusion to obey his command, moving from side to side, swirling around the head when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you with cruel vermillion eyes, panting as he strokes himself in front of you, spreading your saliva across his shaft before sliding deep into your mouth again.

Behind you, Dabi spreads apart your cheeks, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. “Remember what I said. Be good and I’ll give you a reward.” He pulls your panties to the side and lets out a whistle at the sight of your dripping slit. “She’s enjoying it. Make her take it deeper.”

You can’t possibly fathom how much deeper he can go when his head is already nudging at your tonsils. You try to swallow the saliva building up in your mouth, making your cheeks hollow out around Shigaraki’s shaft. Seems like that was the right thing to do as his hand flies to the back of your head. “Shit. Shit. So good.”

Dabi’s breath wafts over your pussy. He spreads your lips apart and you feel his hot tongue lick up the juices leaking from your hole. You squeal around Tomura’s dick. You want to pull off but his spindly fingers hold your head in place.

“Told you angel. Good little sisters get rewards.” With that he takes your clit between his lips and suckles on it gently while one of his fingers circles your entrance. Knuckle by knuckle he slides into you, making you keen. You arch your back trying to shift your hips backwards against his hand, silently urging him to find that special spot he showed you last time. He establishes a loose rhythm. Hot wet muscle and cold metal of his piercing circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, before applying suction while his fingers work you open.

The sensation is overwhelming, a form of heavenly torture and your thighs quiver barely able to hold you up while you use your last bit of mental strength to focus on suppressing your gags. That mental strength all but evaporates when the digits inside you graze that rough patch embedded in your walls. It’s so pleasurable your reflex is to run from his fingers. Luckily for Shigaraki, that means you move forward, taking him further into your mouth.

“This where you want me? This your spot, angel?” Dabi taunts you. Shigaraki holds you in place while two of your step-brother’s fingers drill your cunt, hitting that spot over and over again. Garbled moans and cries leave your mouth and reverberate around Tomura’s cock, proving to be too much for him ultimately. 

“Shit Stop!” Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls out your mouth so that a string of your drool drips down to your breasts.

“God! Touya-nii!” You sputter out.

“Still with the God shit?” He uses your hair to force you to look at him, neck twisted at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “God ever make you feel this good?” His fingers thrust into you harder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Ngghh-N-no –oh! Oh!” is your incoherent answer.

Dabi forces you back down, shoving you face first into the cushions. “See? Fuck him. Give up on god. Give up on everyone except your big brother cause no one else can make you feel this good.”

You’re so pathetic. The way you’re rocking yourself in unison with the motions of his hands. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, impeding any sort of intelligible verbal response. The way you’re mindlessly nodding along to whatever filth is coming out of Dabi’s mouth.

“C’mon Touya. Turn her around. Wanna try out that sweet pussy you’ve been bragging about.” You’re reminded that you aren’t alone. No, your brother’s best friend is right there to witness exactly how pathetic you are.

“Yeah in a minute. I’m still having my fun.” Dabi answers, face pressed against your mons before working you with his mouth once again.  

“Man! Come on!” Tomura whines.

 “I said in a minute.  Not my fault you can’t last.”

It’s amazing how they can bicker like this right now, as if you aren’t on your hands and knees for them, gummy walls still pulsing around his fingers. However, it’s not long before Dabi’s focus is back on you taking you to the brink of orgasm. He slows his fingers, keeping you balanced on that razor thin edge. “Should I make you cum angel?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. “Dunno… what’s in it for me?”

“Anything! Touya-nii please!”

“Anything? You gonna obey me? Do whatever I say like a good little angel? You gonna worship me?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or if he’s mocking you.

Probably the latter. And you deserve it too.

Your faith was the thing you deemed more important than anything and anyone else but Dabi, all too easily, convinced you to disregard that. Made you lose all sense and give into lust by showing you mindblowing pleasure, only magnified by your awareness of how deeply sinful this all was. That’s the extent of the power he has over you. The story of Adam and Eve is one you know forwards and backwards and yet you were so easily tempted forbidden fruit and left completely corrupted.  Yeah, he’s definitely mocking you.

“Any- fuck- anything” You’re wiggling your ass, goading Dabi into finishing you off

“Cum in my mouth. Angel, give it to me” That’s the final straw. You explode around his fingers. Despite your walls, clamping around him, he manages to piston into you, hitting that squishy spot with astounding accuracy. His unyielding stimulation makes it feel as though the high won’t end. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Eventually, it does end though, his fingers drag out against the pull of your swollen pussy. He licks you clean making sure he gets every last drop of your cum, both inside and out, on his tongue. The ball of his piercing catches onto your rim making you yelp. He soothes the sting with gentle laps of his tongue.

“Tastes so sweet angel. So sweet knowing I’m the only one to ever fuck this pretty pussy.” He snickers before adding “So far.”

“Yeah, can I fuck her now?” Tomura was turned on before but seeing the way you fell apart at the hands of your brother? His minimal patience has run out. All he can think of now is being inside you.

 “You heard him babe. Turn around.” He spanks your ass. You try to turn around but thanks to your shaky legs you nearly fall off the couch. Dabi catches you before that happens and he dutifully sets you up on all fours, held up by quivering limbs. You hear heavy breathing from behind you as Shigaraki taps his head against your puffy clit while you twitch in place.

“She wants this so bad. Had no idea your Christian little sister was such a whore.” Shigaraki mutters. He holds you still as he buries himself in you, breathing becoming more erratic with every inch until his hip bones are digging into your soft flesh. He’s so deep. You feel so full. You squeeze shut your eyelids, savouring the stretch. 

Calloused fingers press into your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. “Pretty angel, did you forget about me?” Dabi looms over you, making a show of spitting in his palm and using it to stroke himself. He slips his thumb into your mouth, pad pressing down on the plush pillow of your tongue. “Gonna stuff you nice ‘n full angel.” All you can do is blink up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. 

Shigaraki begins thrusting into you, hips moving at a brutal pace. Dabi isn’t far behind him, replacing his thumb with his cock and you don’t waste time waiting for him to tell you what to do. You close your lips around his shaft, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.

Unlike his friend, Dabi starts off slow. His piercings drag across your tongue and you taste metal and the salt of his pre-cum. It takes some time for you to get used to taking him in your mouth, the jewellery an added obstacle. 

You feel so full. 

Shigaraki is bottoming out with every thrust, it’s so lewd the way it makes you squelch around him. Dabi’s shaft is rubbing your throat raw and still, you make an effort to take him deeper. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he fucks you mouth.

He looks so ethereal, so euphoric, letting out little moans and whispered expletives. The sounds he makes are divine, so heavily contrasted by everything you know about him. It leaves you star struck. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes and responds in kind with a cocky smirk. He remembers how you looked at him when you first met. Disdain and judgment. Now you look at him like he’s your only salvation. 

It’s sad actually. How you’re so desperate for someone to tell you how to live. And what a sweet, adoring little follower you are. Wasted on religion if you ask him. So soft and pliant, perfect for your big brother to mould and corrupt into his personal fuckangel. 

“Angel, Nii-san’s gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take it yeah?”

Your whole life you aspired to this holy standard of perfection in the hopes of escaping eternal damnation. But you’re beyond absolution now.

“All of it down your throat.”

It’s okay though.

If heaven doesn’t feel like this, you’re not sure it’s worth all the effort to get there. 

He holds your necklace behind you like a leash, twisting it around his fingers. Between the way he’s basically strangling you and the way your swallowing muscles contract around his cock means that you’re not getting much air into your lungs. Your head is spinning, from being both oxygen deprived and cock drunk.

“Your God doesn’t want you anymore.” The clasp snaps and he dangles the charm in front of your face. The mould of Christ nailed to the cross taunts you.  What was once a symbol of divine love and God’s boundless forgiveness and sacrifice is just a reminder of how far you’ve fallen into depravity, creaming around Shigaraki’s cock as he ruins your cunt while your Nii-san claims your throat “You’re filthy.” Touya sneers at you as he holds himself in your throat, watching you cry and choke around him. “Dirty fuckin angel.” He grunts as he floods your mouth with the taste of his cum. It’s not exactly pleasant but you try to swallow it all down. There’s just so much. That means he’s pleased with you right? You want him to be pleased. Good girls get rewards he said 

“It’s okay.” He muses as he pulls out of your mouth. “You have me. I’m better than God and I Iove you when you’re nasty like this.” He empathizes his point by dragging his wet, softening cock across your face. “Nii-sans perfect little angel.”

It’s so pitiful how the small praise makes your heart bloom and makes your hole flutter.

You’re coughing up Touya’s cum while your body shakes with Shigaraki’s thrusts.

“What about me hm? I’m fucking you. What? You don’t like it?” Tomura’s going harder now, determined to get his fair share of your attention.

“Shig-Shigaraki – shit. Slow down!”

You’re ignored by both of them once again. If anything, Shigaraki starts fucking you harder

.”Yo’ dustpot. You better pull out. That hole still belongs to me.”

The warning falls on deaf ears, Tomura is too far gone. “So warm, she’s squeezin’ me. Fuck. Fuck.’’ No thoughts, just your tight cunt.

“Gonna do whatever I tell you?” Dabi’s talking to you now, cerulean eyes boring into yours.

You nod still staring at him with absolute devotion.

“Touya-nii’s will be done? Huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

When you don’t respond he grabs you by your cheeks forming an open mouthed pout. “Say it.”

“Touya-nii’shhh will be done.” The words come out distorted but he’s satisfied

“Oh yeah? Then be good angel slut and come on his cock for me.”  

You’re pushed over the edge, coming for the second time. Your walls clamp down around him as you sob out both their names in the form of incoherent babbling. It hits you as hard as the first one. You’re so caught up in your high you barely register the vice grip on your hips, the frantic humping against your ass. “Tight. Fuckin tight! Gotta breed! Breed this fucking hole.”

His hot, sticky cum floods your walls with, your throbbing cunt milking him for everything he’s got. He ruts against you a couple more times before removing himself completely.

You hear the familiar click of a camera. He’s sorry (not really) but the sight of your fucked out hole leaking globs of your cream and his cum was too hot for Shigaraki to not add to his spankbank. 

“Thanks for that little sis.” Dabi is resting on the couch, head thrown back smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah thanks sweetness.”  Both men, tuck themselves back into their pants

Everything feels so surreal. You cautiously move you hand between your thighs. Feeling your sore abused cunt in an attempt to grasp the reality of what happened.

Wait a minute. 

It’s too much, that too sticky to be just your arousal down there. The more you squeeze, contracting your pelvic floor, the more it seems to seep out of you. 

“You… You came inside.” You murmur as your eyes well up with tears. Whatever daze you were in seems to be broken by this revelation. Instead it’s replaced by fear of what the consequences of this might be. 

Dabi smacks his friend upside the head. “You fuckin’ dumbass. I told you not to.”

Judging by his grin, Shigaraki doesn’t register the insult. He’s too busy basking in the afterglow. “Aw, don’t cry babe. You were gripping me so tight, I thought you wanted it. ‘S’okay, your Nii-san will get you a plan B”

“Fuck no. That’s your jizz inside her.” He scowls, eyes focused on the cum that’s leaking out of your spent pussy.

“C’mon Dabi don’t be like that. I’m broke right now.” Shigaraki pleads.

Touya huffs and rolls his eyes.  “You can get yourself a morning after pill right? Tomura will pay you back.”

“Yeah babe. I promise.” He gives you a dopey smile.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s lying. Yeah, you know better now. You just nod as you pull up your panties, cringing at the sticky, wet sensation against your cunt.

 “Me and Tomura are heading out. Make sure you clean all this up before anyone gets home.”

“B-but Touya-nii-“ you snivel.

“No buts. Clean up or you won’t be sitting comfy for a week. Are we clear?”

“Yes Touya-nii.” You reply defeated.

“And do it properly. Fuyumi has 3 brothers, she knows what a cumstain looks like and I don’t wanna have to do any explaining to her.”

You only nod, trying (and failing) to blink away tears.

Dabi rewards you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Best little sister in the world.” And he leaves you with that.

[meltwonu]

92. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

98. “If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

notes; racer/street-racing!au, dom!chan, brat!reader, car sex, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, fingering, daddy!kink! I rly tried to not write a enemies au for chan bc i swear to god… it just makes the brain go brrrr so bad kjdhfks 😩💕 also yes,,,, I did tease this annoyed hates-to-lose type chan in previous chapters cuz I am a wh0re so 😏 LOL idk I just love an angry chan ykwim I want him to do the worst to me djfhdskjhf 🥲😩💕 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

It’s 3AM when Chan decides it’s time to go home; jaw clenched and knuckles white around the steering wheel while he shifts gears.

“Lose the attitude, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes in return - arms crossed against your chest as you sit in the passenger’s seat of Chan’s sports car.

“Me? Attitude? You’re the one who basically peeled out of there the second you lost… C’mon Chan, don’t be such a poor sport.” You retort, “You always fuckin’ do this too. I never get to just hang out with everyone else because you wanna bail the second things don’t go your way. It’s just a race and a few hundred dollars - you need to relax.”

Chan’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he spares you a glance - eyes trained on the way your skirt rides up the second you shift in your seat.

“If you’re trying to get a rise out of me, it’s working, sweetheart. And if I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week and I think you know that very well, don’t you, brat?”

“Aww, but I was behaving though, daddy~ It’s daddy’s fault I didn’t get to play longer~” Grinning, you watch his jaw clench and his grip tighten as he quickly shifts gears and makes his way towards an exit off the highway.

“Oh, you wanted to play, huh? Okay, daddy will play with you, right now. I want those panties off and that pussy wet by the time I pull into a parking spot.”

The car rocks side to side; your loud moans muffled inside of Chan’s car.

“O-oh, daddy, y-yes! Harder!”

Chan grunts in return; blunt fingernails digging into the skin of your waist as his hips snap into you feverishly. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!” He takes a second to rake a hand through his sweaty hair; moaning when you clench around his thick cock.

“Daddy’s c-cock feels suh--sooo good fucking m-my pussy...” Mewling, you drag your hands across your clothed torso before squeezing your own breasts through the material. “I-it just makes, ah, m-me so wet... Mmnh, ‘n I f-feel so full of d-daddy’s cock...”

“Mm, that’s right, you’re just a ‘lil cockslut for daddy, huh? Just a dumb ‘lil bratty slut that’s only good at taking my cock.”

“Y-yes! Fuck, a-ah, that’s why daddy n-needs to fuck m-me more...!”

Chan grins down at you before he drags a hand from your waist to your pussy - the pad of his thumb teasing your swollen clit for a fleeting second before he drags it down farther.

“Yeah? I do, huh? How ‘bout next time you sit next to me while I race and I’ll get you a nice toy for this needy ‘lil cunt of yours.” He stops his movements for a second and you let out a long, drawn out moan when he starts to inch his middle finger in next to his cock.

“I wanna see you play with your pussy while I’m in the middle of a race, sweetheart~ I think it’d be a good luck charm, don’t you?”

All you can do is throw your head back against the headrest and slowly start to move your hips as you try to fuck yourself on his cock and finger.

“Mmnh, w-whatever daddy wants! P-please just, ngh, move!”

Chan scoffs under his breath before he resumes his quick pace; keeping his index finger parallel to his cock to keep your pussy feeling even fuller than before. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it, slut? You should be thanking me for fucking you even after you were being such a brat earlier and teasing daddy.” 

Your bottom lip quivers when you feel Chan start to ease in his index finger next to his middle finger and it takes everything inside of you to not cum on the spot. 

“A-ah, buh--but it’s daddy’s fault we h-had to leave... I just wanted t-to, ngh, talk a little long--longer...”

He smirks down at you before he curls his fingers inside your cunt, “Oh? You wanted to talk? Or did you want to flirt with daddy’s friends and hope that I'd have to punish you anyway? We both know how you like to play while daddy’s in the middle of a race, don’t we? Such a needy ‘lil cockslut getting her panties wet while I’m busy.” 

Chan thrusts into you harshly as you whine; toes curling behind his back when the head of his cock slams into your g-spot. 

“O-oh, daddy! Right t-there, please! Harder, I wanna c-cum so bad!”

“Yeah? You wanna cream on daddy's cock? Get it nice ‘n wet for me?” 

“Y-yes!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Chan starts to double his pace and you throw all caution out of the window of someone finding the two of you fucking in his car. “I--I want daddy to m-make a mess and c-cum in my p-pussy... Wanna, mmh, feel your cum s-spilling out of my used hole...” 

Growling, Chan feels his cock throbbing inside your pussy and by the way you start to clamp down onto his cock and fingers in a vice grip - he can tell you’re just as close. 

“Cum with me, sweetheart. I wanna feel your desperate pussy cumming while I fuck my cum deeper inside of you.” 

It takes a few more perfectly angled thrusts of Chan’s hips before the two of you are riding your highs out together; screams of his name mixing in with a garbled mix of curse words and clipped moans as his pace doesn’t stop.

Globs of cum spill from the gaps between his fingers and cock - staining the leather of his backseats as his groans and throws his head back at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock.

“So fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart. Look at you taking my cock so well~ Like a good ‘lil slut should~”

Drool pools in your mouth and slides down the corner of your lips as you peer up at him through teary eyes; bliss overtaking your entire body as you twitch and shake underneath him.

“D-daddy... fuh--feels so g-good... m-my pussy is so f-full...”

A grin etches itself onto his lips as he admires your fucked out expression. 

“Yeah? Think you can take another load of daddy’s cum? ‘Cause I’m not finished with you yet, sweetheart.”