#like- I don't care... It's not your body...

[angelltheninth]

I have yet to see Kpop demon hunters today but I am craving for Jinu smut, But also I don’t like noncon/dubcon in the slightest but if this feels like it so be it lol, So may I request Jinu x huntrix member fem reader? When reader decides to investigate the saja boys by herself, The rest of the girls are obviously worried about her safety but she tells them that she’ll be okay, Cut to a couple hours later with Jinu absolutely pounding reader from behind and making her cum nonstop just as he wanted to ever since he layed eyes on her.

I can do dub-con. I don't think people realize it's a very common kink.

Pairing: Jinu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, rough sex, creampie, body betrayal, enemies who fuck, possessive sex, biting, hate sex

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A/N: This movie now lives rent free in my head.

You should have listened to your friends, you should have never went after Jinu all by yourself, you should have brought backup. Now you're bent over his bed, getting your pussy pounded raw and hard from behind. "Either you and yours are getting sloppy or you're really stupid for thinking you could defeat us on your own. Or even just defeat me. Or, hah, maybe, you came here hoping this would happen."

As soon as you heard him suggest such a thing you turned your head to glare at him. Jinu grinned, his smile as demonic as it always was, no longer hidden behind that pretty facade. With your arms pinned and held behind your back you could barely move, and whenever you did you just took his cock, over and over. It was driving you insane.

"Go fuck yourself, you goddamn bastard." You gritted through your teeth, biting back your moans as his thrusts kept getting faster and faster, deeper, almost like he was trying to punish you for acting foolish. "I would never stoop so low... to want someone like you." A high pitched moan escaped from your lips when you felt the sting of his hand on your ass.

"You say that, demon hunter, but your cunt is drooling for me, so tight and wet. Hear that, how sloppy and slutty you pussy gets with demon cock in it?" He slammed his cock into you, in and out, making your legs tremble and your vision blurry. "Be honest, it'll feel so much better."

You shook your head as you felt yourself blushing. You hated it, how good Jinu's cock felt inside of you, how good this felt and yet it was so wrong. You hated him, you should hate this too so why was your body working against you in this moment? Why couldn't you tell him to go to hell like you so many times before?

"Better, that's a good girl. No more fighting me. Don't worry, this can be our little secret, no one has to know how you whore yourself out for me." His body pressed fully against your, his demonic fangs nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck and shoulder. "I won't tell if you won't, demon hunter. You got my word." The glare you gave him was challenging, you hoped threatening but that was impossible with the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin and your pussy taking his hard cock while you moaned.

"Your word... means nothing to me." You hissed, putting as much venom and hatred in your voice as you could have. He didn't seem pleased with that, he bared his long teeth at you and you hated how your pussy clenched around him when you saw them.

"Really? Fine, makes no difference to me. But see how your team feels when you come back to them, with your cunt freshly fucked and filled with demon cum." You watched him transform from his human form into his demon form, and god, his cock felt even better like this. "I don't care if you believe me or not but I'm gonna make sure you never forget this moment. The moment when you came from being fucked by me, because of my cock, because I made you feel so good!"

With one final thrust he pushed both your bodies over the edge, and you stopped yourself just in time to not scream his name. You didn't want to feed his ego any more than you already have. Jinu laughed maniacally as he fucked his seed deep into your pussy, the wet, messy noises only adding to his feral, wild nature.

"Fuck, yes, oh, wanted this... ever since I first saw you. Wanted to carve the shape of my cock into your cunt. Make you mine." He ended with a long kiss on your shoulder, still holding you while your body trembled and your vision swam. "Mine, only mine from now on." You expected him to be rough as he pulled out but he wasn't, he was slow, stopping as he heard you hiss and whimper. "Now that's a pretty little sight."

You heard a flash of a camera and turned to see Jinu smirking with his phone in his hand, his cock still out, dripping with the combination of your release. "You...! Gross! You have no shame!"

Jinu stuck his tongue out at you, "A little keepsake for me. To tide me over until our next time."

An unpleasant, or maybe pleasant, shiver went through you at the suggestion of a next time with him. "That won't happen. I'm going to bring you to your knees before then!"

"Oh? If you wanted me on my knees all you had to do was ask. I'm very good with my tongue. I can show you next time." His words and lewd gestures made your stomach tie into knots, and an uncomfortable heat form. "I could do it now. Seems like you might need some cleaning up."

Furious you stood up on your wobbly legs and slapped him. It was pathetic, that this was the best you could muster in this moment, but it also felt good to catch him off guard. "You're dead next time I see you."

Despite the slap he grinned at you, licking his lips, "Looking forward to it, my demon hunter." He winked at before he snapped his fingers next to your ear. For a moment you didn't understand what he did, then your vision started blurring. You tried to hit him again but ended up collapsing against him. "Let's get you somewhere where the others will find you." Barely coherent you thought you felt his lips press against your forehead before you fully passed out.

[ryosbaby]

threatening plug!toji that you'll replace him since he wants to start charging you now.

toji let out a deep sigh as he stepped outta the car, door clicking shut behind him.

“you know you still owe me from last time, yeah?” he muttered, brows drawn. “ain’t givin’ you shit for free no more.”

his voice was low, rough around the edges. looked tired too—but more annoyed than anything else.

you shrugged innocently, “thought you let that slide already.”

he huffed a dry laugh, leaning back against the car, arms crossing over his chest. his shirt rode up just a bit, flashin’ a strip of muscle at his waist.

“angel, i been doin’ you favors left and right,” he said, head tilted. “‘m runnin’ a damn business here.”

“this ain’t no charity, alright?”

his eyes dragged over you, slow and a little amused, one brow quirking as he gave you that look—the one that always made your stomach twist a bit.

“can’t just be handin’ shit out ‘cause you bat your lashes.”

he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it without breakin’ eye contact. took a long drag, then blew the smoke out to the side completely disregarding the 'no smoking sign' plastered on the wall of the parking lot.

“so,” he said, smoke curling past his lips, “what d’you need this time, sweetheart?”

“change my mind…” you muttered, already reaching for your phone. “’m just gonna call sukuna 'm sure he's gon—”

before you could even finish, toji rolls his eyes as he grabbed your arm, fingers wrapping tight as he yanked you back.

“fuckin’ ungrateful,” his voice dropped, rough and low in your ear. “i give you whatever the hell you want most times—you don't pay for shit—don’t even charge you full price when you do bother payin’.”

“toji—"

the smoke from his cigarette hit your face a second later cutting you off, sharp and deliberate, as he leaned in close. too close.

“yet you run to him?” his grip tightened just a little more, not enough to hurt—but damn near close. “that what we doin’ now?”

then you felt it—his body pushing you back ‘til your spine hit the side of the car with a soft thud, heat radiating off him. he was solid, sweat clinging to his skin, his scent mixing with the smoke and whatever cologne he threw on in.

“was just playin’,” you said quickly, lips twitching into a pout. “you get mad at me so quickly."

his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face toward his with zero patience.

“do i look like i’m in a playful fuckin’ mood, baby?”

you rolled your eyes just a little. “no… but you never are.”

he let out a low chuckle, but there was no real humor behind it.

“i said i was sorry,” you muttered, softer this time.

he watched you for a second too long, like he was deciding whether to let it go. then his hand slid down to your waist, gripping it firm.

“don’t say sorry. just don’t go actin’ like i’m not the one who fuckin’ takes care of you, yeah?”

“i know that,” you said, voice quiet but steady. “i wasn’t actually gonna call him. was just tryna piss you off.”

“oh, i know,” he said, dragging his gaze over you slow. “my angel’s a good girl.”

he leaned in again, smoke curling past your face, his lips ghosting close.

“c’mere.”

he leans in and presses his lips against yours, his hand on your hip gripping it harder, his body completely trapping you against his car and himself. his tongue runs over your bottom lip, demanding entry into your mouth. he's always too fast.

he moves his other hand to your thigh, grabbing it before lifting you and pinning you against the car. his massive body pressed tightly against you, you can feel his muscles flex under his shirt against you. His lips moved against yours more hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth now.

he let out a small groan against your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth with more need. his grip on your hip and thigh tightened as he pushed his body against yours, pinning you tightly against the car. he broke the kiss for a moment to let you breathe before diving back in, his lips attacking your neck now. his head moved down slightly to your nape, his hot breath and lips on your skin.

he began to trail kisses down your neck, his lips and tongue sucking on a few spots. He started to bite and nibble on the skin of your neck, leaving a few marks. his hand that held your hip started to travel under your top, his large hand grabbing onto your waist.

"whaddya need again?” toji muttered, eyes dragging over you. “don't gotta pay cash no more. i got a cheaper option.”

you gave him a look. “cheaper?” toji never offers fair deals .

“mhm, way cheaper," he hummed against your neck, his tongue licking one of the marks he left on your skin. one of his legs slipped between your thighs, pushing against you softly.

"you'll like it baby don't worry, so...ya up for it?"

you looked at him, not really thinking about it just appreciating how your plug look, “whatever you want, toji."

he completely got you.

he bit slightly on your neck at those words.

"such a good girl.." he mumbled against your skin, his hand on your waist moving up your top, his palm touching your bare skin

"c'mon get inside the car and fucking delete sukuna's number."

[xiao-come-home]

Thinking about being enthralled by mydei, anaxa and phainon's beauty,, gn!reader, implied to have hair in phainon's part. 900+ words. On this blog we're delusional until it becomes real 😔🤚 THEY WILL BE HAPPY.

Mydei:

"You... You're so beautiful," your palms cradle Mydei's cheeks, your thumb emphasizes your words as it rubs up and down in a repeated motion, "you're just like a painting... No, better, better than this. I can't keep my eyes off you."

Mydei's arms hold your waist tightly as you straddle his lap; he knows everything you say is true. Your eyes sparkle with adoration, you're quite literally mesmerized by him.

He breaks the eye contact, sighs, and eventually looks at the ordinary floor behind you. His eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, but not in anger - rather, in shyness. His cheeks slowly gain a beautiful vermilion color, crumbling his facade.

"I want to look at you for eternity, until I lose my eyesight—"

"Love, please—"

You squish his cheeks in response, puckering out his lips and giving them a kiss.

"Ah! Perhaps this is not a blessing, but a curse. Carved by the gods themselves, sent to endlessly tempt me!"

This isn't the first time you've cried over Mydei's shockingly good appearance, but for some reason, you manage to outdo yourself and make Mydei's cheeks burn hotter than previously every time.

Your hand now traces his red markings tenderly, "This is ridiculous... How, how?! Nothing can compare to you, Mydeimos. Your dashing looks! It hurts me like a dagger, but the pain is so sweet, it makes me addicted to it!"

Mydei takes the remaining palm off his face, easily encasing your hand in his and resting it on your thigh.

"Calm down. I... Appreciate your words, but there's no need for drastic measures like this," he explains calmly, yet, his voice is somewhat timid.

"Absolutely not. It can't end like this," you begin to fumble with your shirt, undoing the buttons in haste.

"Love, don't, we're in public—"

"I need to preserve this beauty. There's no time to waste."

Anaxa:

"If only you paid the same amount of attention to my lecture instead of slacking off the entire time," Anaxa's tired tone hits your ears as he turns around to face you, crossing his arms, "care to explain what was so entertaining on my face that you had to stare?"

You approach Anaxa slowly, wrapping your arms around his hips and placing your chin on his crossed arms; at this point, you can't battle the incoming grin on your face.

"Anaxa—"

"—goras,"

You clear your throat, "Anaxagoras, your unmatched beauty has blinded me. Your soft, mint hair embracing your face so elegantly, your body held me in a trance, built so perfectly... Although your teaching carries wisdom others can only dream of, my mind could only focus on the sound coming past your soft lips, ah! Almost as if a choir of godly beings whispered in my ears, enveloping me in a hold so warm."

Anaxa's usual, blank expression scrunches up at the end of your sentence, offering you only a raised brow.

"I was about to fall for your myriad of grand terminologies. Unfortunately, you ruined it at the very finish. What a shame," his turquoise eye bore into yours. A slight pain rushes to your forehead, as Anaxa's fingers give it a flick; with a whine, one of your arms lets go of his hips and begins to rub the pain away.

"And yet, you still can't get enough of me," you stick out your tongue at Anaxa playfully.

One of his hands pushes your chin up, while the other moves your hand away from your forehead, soothing the pain he inflicted earlier with his very own, "Perhaps I don't mind making my life more difficult than it should be."

While his words may be harsh, Anaxa's lips land upon your forehead - contradictory for some, reassuring for you.

Phainon:

"Phainon, you're cruel."

The white-haired male lays comfortably on the bed with your head on his chest. He plays with your hair gently, careful not to make any knots. He opens only one eye to glance at you, smiling.

"You're up to something, I know it! So, what did I do this time?" Phainon asks almost in excitement, anticipating your reply.

"Phainon. Why are you so beautiful? Everything about you is perfect. Your pearly white hair, almost like the newly fallen snow, your perfect ocean-like eyes that I drown in every day. The way your hand fits in mine, like we've been made for each other,"

His sapphire eyes widened, staring directly into yours as you propped yourself on your elbow to look at him. His mouth opened, but he was swiftly cut off by your words yet again.

"You know, your smile melts my worries away. I love the way the corners of your lips go up even when you see me from a distance. And I love how squishy your cheeks are..." You pinch his cheek, earning a shy laugh from your boyfriend.

He catches your hand by the wrist and brings it to his lips - his eyes close, but Phainon kisses your fingers before peeking back at you with a grin.

"How can you say that about me, when I have you?" He brings your hand close to his cheek, nuzzling into it, "You are perfect. Your voice, your eyes, your nose, even everything you consider as your imperfections - is what makes me love you even more."

Despite his touching words, you don't fall for his trap.

"Phainon, you know I'm right. It's you."

"Is that so? Personally, I think I'm more right than you," he blows a raspberry on your wrist, chuckling at your offended huff.

"Your confidence sickens me. Your eyelashes are so stunning! Mine can only wish to be like this!"

Phainon retaliates, "My eyelashes? Your eyebrows have the most perfect shape that exists. I know because I counted every hair."

And thus, you've opened a Pandora's box of never-ending discussion.

Wait... What did he just say?

[snowstormarts]

Cuddling time [Date Everything x GN Reader]

Just some cuddling with the boys, headcanons maybe & co. I'm just dipping my claws in the water here so don't expect too much since its been a few years since I last wrote anything really ^^"

Also feel free to send me ideas or requests, I have a hard time coming up ideas to write for (which will be probably a bit obvious, sorry) but have fun reading, reblogs & likes are appreciated

[Feat: Daemon, Chance, Hector, Mateo & Dirk/Clarence]

[Dividers by ithemes]

🐾 Mateo Manta 🐾

- His arms wrap around your waist, they fit perfectly around you as he pulls you closer letting your head rest on his soft, warm chest. Not to mentione that if you're still cold or need something weighted he will gladly share his jacket with you that smells like Vanilla & Tasslehounds

- I headcanon that the Jacket he wears is weighted like a weighted blanket, which can help with his Anxiety

- Once you got all cozy he will tell you about his day, be it the chaos his/the other residents critters have caused while under his care or what new stray he had found. And of course he listens to what you have to share, laughing, nodding along & hugging you when it was an especially hard/overwhelming day. Blocking out all the stress for the time being, letting you be pulled into a wall of pure comfort & safety

- His Critter family is of course, also here in the room, you can't keep them away from you guys. Stitch & Davi sleep at your feet, curled up against each other while Sprite lays on top of Mateos head

🪲☣ Daemon ☣🪲

- Seeing as he is a Game Bug, he hasn't experienced a lot besides breaking a few game scenes and trying to scare you, so when you offered to cuddle with him, he simply just said "sure" and went along with it, not expecting much

- But the second you cuddled up to him on the bed you realized quickly that he was quiet stiff, laying straight on the bed staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't quiet sure what to do seeing as the scrapped files didn't have cuddling codes, so you would need to lend a hand...or two...

- But once he got it down, it was the strangest yet comfiest cuddle session you ever had. Sometimes besides the arms around you midsection you would feel other arms carassing you, massaging your shoulders as you felt his lips on your neck, forehead and back even though he was facing you, never daring to look away from you

- He also produces a silent, whitenoise-humming sound, so if you ever have problems sleeping he's the man to go to...If you can ignore his glowing, white eyes that will stare at you the whole time

🎲 Chance 🎲

- Can be the little or big spoon, he's quiet happy with either or. As a little spoon he will talk about the characters he has for G&G, their storys, motivations, design ideas and so much more. While as a Big spoon he will tell you a story, whatever you want it can be adventurous, a horror story or just a fairytale so you can relax while he fills the silence

- He will always cuddle up to you, either burrying himself into your chest or shoulder or curling himself around you. Cocooning you into a save hold, legs drapped over yours as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck

- Makes the coolest pillowforts, the pillow walls are super sturdy somehow and he even got some fairy lights. Overtime he will build them out to a point where they basically become less of a pillowfort and more of a pillowcave with a secret back entrance & snack hoard

💨❄ Hector ❄💨

- Poor man will be too anxious to leave the attic at first, he showed himself to you and that did help with some of his self-esterm issues but not all of them. So you decided to build a little nest in the attic with him, so you could still get some cuddling experience with him

- He's a great cuddle buddy, he can change his body heat to whatever you desire which means even when it's in the middle of summer you can enjoy a good cuddle session in his arms without breaking a sweat

- He's a small spoon through and through, he curls up into a ball (much like a cat) and gets as close as he can without making you uncomfortable. He will also pull a blanket over himself to stay hidden because of his never ending reddening face [He will be gently teased about it by some of the others in the Attic]

👕🕸 Dirk/Clarence 🫧👕

- Dirk is a chaotic cuddler, he will drap his arm and head over your chest and use you like a cuddly bed plushy. He also sleeps without a shirt on so you can run your fingers across his back, admire the tattoos he has, draw shapes across his body that will have him teasingly ask you what you are doing. Though be warned he will retaliate if you do somehow find a ticklish spot on him, cuddle time can wait that man would be on a tickle war path

- Clarence on the other hand is a more neatly cuddler, he will pull you to his side and let you rest on his shoulder. On the otherside of you is of course the Batman Bodypillow, keeping your back protected from not only the cold but also nightmares [Acording to him at least]

- Dirk always brings a plushy around that you had washed once but never got back, you thought you lost it somehwhere but nope he simply "borrrowed" it and then hid it behind Washford whenever you came around. It was one item that brought him comfort after he and Harper had a rough fight, the lil' guy was basically his vent buddy while he was with her

- He has a solid grip, no matter if he's in a dirty or clean, once he has you in his arms it will be a feat to escape from him. And don't even try waking him up, that man sleeps like a rock...

[phantomamour]

i want to clark kent to eat me out with his glasses on 🤗🤗🤗 shirtless with sweatpants low on his hips no underwear he’s probably humping the bed while he does it😄😄

so i finally got around to answering this while avoiding some physics today and yeah... yeah this is hot... it's also way longer than i intended it to be... guess it's time to make a clark masterlist lmao

clark is a service top through and through in my head and part of that involves loving to go down on his girl. when you've had a rough day and you're tired of being as wound up as you are, clark is on his knees in seconds. when you're stressed about something at work in the morning, unable to sleep well all night, he'll get on his knees in the shower before you two get ready for the day. often times, without a bed involved, he'll have to prop your thighs on his shoulders because he's just too tall otherwise and he'll hold you up to work his tongue into you happily.

but when he drags you to bed, that's when you know he needs it just as much as you do. he'll close your shared apartment door behind you when you get home finally and kiss you before either of you can say a word and you just know what he needs. it helps you unwind but it also helps him. he'd been out superman-ing while you worked late and now he just needed you underneath him--he needed to make you feel good to turn off his own speeding mind.

he's already shirtless and you can tell from how low his sweatpants are sitting on his hips that he had forgone his boxers when changing, the v of his hips on breathtaking display with a trail of hair leading down to his prominent bulge. he doesn't have to say anything for you to know where he's taking you, holding your face in his hands and kissing you as he walks you backward to the bedroom. but when he gets you on the bed, when you're finally laid out for him, he has to take a moment just to look at you.

"i can't believe you're mine," he'll whisper before moving to kiss you again, his lips dragging down the bare skin of your neck as he works your shirt up your chest. he takes his time working his way down your body, kissing every inch of skin he can uncover. he always grumbles when you wear pants, simply because of the extra time it takes to slip them off. but when you wear a skirt, he's simply moving it up and letting it rest along your hips; he'll take it off later.

the first drag of his tongue is nearly brutal, too light to do anything but make you squirm, like he's testing his own strength even if he's done the act a hundred times. he doesn't want to break you; he just wants to devour you for the night. you don't even notice the movement of his own hips at first, too lost in the way he sucks your clit until your back is arching off the bed. but then you hear the subtle creak of the bed and the clouds in your head dissipate enough to look down at him. oh what a sight to behold.

clark's glasses haven't been discarded yet. they're sliding down his nose and fogging up a little, but he's too blissed out between your thighs to care. his hair is a mess from you tugging on it and when he pulls up to look at you, you can see your slick across his lips and the blissed out look in his eyes.

"baby..." he can barely get the word out, like it's killing him to be parted from you. the creaking is still present and when you look past his head, you can see that he's grinding into the bed just enough to look truly in a trance. you've hyponotised him; you know his mind is off just as much as yours if not more. and when he brings his mouth back to your core, when you jump at the sensation of his tongue slipping inside of you again, he lets out a low moan that vibrates into you.

you know his sweatpants will need a thorough wash by the time he's done. he's not coming up for air again until you've cum at least twice on his tongue and he will happily hump the bed through as much overstimulation as it takes until you're limp under his touch. his pleasure comes from giving you pleasure and he swears it's better at clearing his mind than flying through the atmosphere at the speed of sound.

[kingkaisen]

♡ — So . . . you decided to end things with Satoru. He doesn’t exactly handle the end of things well.

♡ — toxic gojo || slight nanami x reader || mentions of sex

SATORU GOJO had been your ex-boyfriend for fifteen- no, sixteen hours and twelve minutes.

He never saw it coming. The only time Satoru ever considered the idea of no longer being your boyfriend was when he imagined himself as your husband. But now he was nothing, nothing more than a curled up ball lying on top of his messy bed, his pillow catching the tears that fell from his blue eyes as he silently cried.

His phone rang. Was it you?

His large hand searched around for the device that had gotten lost in the tangle of sheets. When he found it, letting that bright screen illuminate his tear-soaked face, he then tossed it onto the floor.

It wasn't you. His mind didn't register who exactly was calling him, but when he didn't see the mesmerizing photo of you smiling lovingly that he set as your contact, nor the name "my baby" followed by a heart emoji, he didn't give a damn who was trying to reach him.

"I fucked up," he mumbled to himself, gripping messy strands of his white hair. "Damn it. I fucked up, I fucked up."

The horrific memory that replayed in his mind with every blink once again resurfaced, consuming his thoughts to the point where he struggled to tell the difference between the past and the present; it felt as if he was still standing in his bedroom watching the tears fall from your pretty eyes as you told him it was over.

—

"You don't even see me as your girlfriend, do you?" That's what you said, searching his startled gaze for answers. "I'm just someone you hook up with a few times a week, and if I'm lucky, maybe you'll take me to a cheap restaurant every now and then. But that's only to make sure I keep fucking you, right? Right?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course you're my girlfriend," Satoru watched as you grabbed a suitcase, stuffing it full with the bundle of clothes in your arms.

"Really? Because I haven't met your family, your friends . . . like you're ashamed of me or something. You never make an effort to spend time with me beyond hooking up, and that fucking hurts. Why can't we ever just go on a real date or-or watch a movie on the couch together?" You paused, as if waiting for a response. "Because that's the kinda stuff you do with someone you're in love with. So it's clear to me that you don't love me."

"I didn't think you wanted-"

"Let me stop you right there," you turned around, grabbing your jewelry off of his dresser and shoving it into your suitcase, not caring about any sort of organization — you just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. "There's nothing you can do or say that'll make this any better, so . . ."

Your words trailed off, but only because you caught a glimpse of the face of the man standing near the edge of the bed, and noticed tears were brimming in his reddened waterline, threatening to fall. Your own eyes widened a bit in shock.

"Why are you about to cry?" You laughed sadly, shaking your head. "I see how women just fucking . . . gravitate towards you, and I see how much you like the attention. Replacing me will be easy. You'll be fine."

"Look at me," Satoru started, but you didn't halt your movements as you started to zip up your suitcase. The teary-eyed man regained movement in the limbs that were previously numb from heartbreak. He approached you. His large hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from the suitcase. The sheer force behind his grip was strong enough to yank you closer to him — close enough for your bodies to be pressed together, his breath to pat against your face, and for his wide, glassy eyes to stare intensely into yours, though you tried to avoid the gaze of the man towering over you. Darting your eyes to the dresser, the bed, the floor; it was pointless. He used his other hand to grip your chin, leaving you with no choice. No choice but to look him in the eye.

"I told you to look at me," he mumbled lowly. "You're wrong about everything. My family doesn't deserve to meet you, and you haven't met my friends because I don't trust them. What if they start crushing on you? Don't you know how gorgeous you are? I'd have to kill them just for looking at you a second too long, baby."

With the hand that gripped your chin, Satoru raised his thumb, gently running it across your soft bottom lip.

"How can you blame me for wanting to fuck you all the time? You're just so . . ." He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your neck, and there, he let his lips linger as he whispered, "I'm not letting you leave me. I can't let it happen. I promise you, I didn't know you wanted those things from me. I thought you'd think I was taking things too fast. But I'll fix it, okay? I'll give you all of my time. We can do whatever you want, go wherever you want-"

"Let go of me."

You spoke in a tone Satoru wasn't familiar with. Though he would rather have died than pull away from you, he did so, and was met with a look he also wasn't familiar with.

Your brows were pinched, the corners of your lips pointed downward, your eyes staring off to the side — guilt. Pure guilt.

Oh.

He understood now.

A deep, heavy sigh escaped Satoru's lips. He looked up at the ceiling, attempting to calm himself with slow, relaxing breaths, but his hands were clenched into fists. His knuckled turned pale. His bottom lip started to tremble.

"Who is it?" He whispered.

"Satoru-"

"Who the hell is it?" It was the first time he ever raised his voice.

"It's none of your business," you reached for your suitcase, pulling it off of the bed. "I found someone who actually cares about something other than sex, and I won't let you ruin this for me."

You expected him to stop you once more. You expected him to grab your wrist, block the door, beg you to stay, do something. Anything.

But he simply stood there, frozen in the bedroom. Fists trembling. Breathing unsteadily.

He listened to the heartbreaking sound of your suitcase rolling throughout his home, followed by the click of the locks and the shutting of his front door.

And that was how it ended. That was the moment he lost you.

—

Sixteen hours and forty-five minutes after your breakup, Satoru sat up in his bed, his eyes going wide. The man leaned off of the edge, grabbing the phone he tossed to the ground earlier.

The missed call — the call he begged and prayed and hoped was you but it ended up not being — was sitting on his notification screen.

He didn't dial the person back. Instead, Satoru found himself opening Instagram. You had blocked his main account, but his secret one? Well, it was able to access your public profile with ease. There weren't any photos of you with your new lover just yet. Apparently, you were smarter than that, but not smart enough to private your account, or smart enough to tell your new lover not to like and comment on your recent photos.

"You look beautiful. That dress really compliments your skin tone."

"What a gorgeous smile."

"Glad to see you're excited for summer. I am too, but only because of the plans we've made."

Comment, after comment, after fucking comment. As Satoru scrolled and scrolled, he bit the inside of his cheek. He closed out of Instagram and opened his recent call log.

That missed call came from Kento Nanami, the same bastard of a friend who was commenting on your photos. Except, Kento wasn't a bastard. That was the entire point, right? He'd treat you well. He'd cherish you. He'd buy you gifts, go for strolls in the park, or take you to that new couple's baking class in town that you had been hinting at for weeks, but Satoru never caught on until now. Until it was too late.

Sex would come later, serving as a bonus in your relationship rather than the point of it. It would be passionate, every thrust romantic. The thought alone made Satoru’s stomach twist into knots. The thought of another man getting the chance to enjoy the warmth of your pussy, to swirl their tongue around yours, to suck at your clit until you came and they could taste your sweet juices, your fingers pulling at blonde strands instead of white . . .

Oh, Satoru was pissed.

He had gathered that Kento called him because, unlike him, Kento wasn't a bastard. A man like Kento would want to talk things through with his friend, your ex, and work things out so there would be no bad blood. He was mature in that way. Kind in that way.

But Satoru wanted bad blood. He wanted there to be all sorts of blood.

His phone suddenly dinged; an incoming text message. One from Kento.

Satoru, please respond when you get a chance. It's important. We should meet up somewhere and talk.

Satoru smiled. He texted back: Yeah sure.

Kento messaged back quickly, asking the other man if he was free tomorrow around noon, detailing a potential meeting at a nearby park.

Satoru's smile brightened. He texted back: I'll be there.

He turned his phone off by clicking the side button, then tossed it on his nightstand. Satoru tucked himself underneath the covers of his bed, darting his eyes over to his closet, where — on the top shelf, a little ways to the right — he kept a small pistol, one he planned on using tomorrow.

Seventeen hours after your breakup, Satoru was no longer crying into his pillow.

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[dating-eveeything]

could you please do a dorian fic? Maybe angsty, since he seems to only want friendship, even tho trap dorian mentions being interested in fwb? (Like maybe the mc is interested in love but woukd take anything they can get with him) Or smth else, maybe end in comfort, its up to you, i just havent seen any fics of him!!

Ty 🫶

Can't go through with it

Summary: During a heated encounter with Trap Dorian, you try your best to be respectful of all the other Dorian's boundaries

Featuring: Dorian (specifically Trap Dorian, but others are mentioned)

Fic type: slight angst(?), slight lime (making out, some grinding) in the beginning, and comfort in the end

No specific pronouns used, no use of y/n

Thank you for being my first request <3

He kept you pushed against the wall, hand gently caressing your torso as yours rest on his bare shoulders. The heated kisses he's offering you are nothing but pleasurable, if your quiet moans were anything to go by. Both of your bodies were running hot as his crotch grinded on yours, one of his hands holding your leg up against him to get better access. It was hot, he was hot.

But there was a nagging issue in the back of your head, one not even this impromptu make out session could stop you from thinking about. And Trap Dorian could somehow tell, somehow feel how slightly unfocused you were. "Hey," he mutters, raising his hand from your torso to your face "you alright?" His tone was nothing but sweet as he asked.

With a shake of your head you pull your hands off of him and shake your leg free from his grip, now back to standing with both. He still had you trapped on the wall, but seeing how you were letting yourself go from him he takes a small step back to give you more space to breathe. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Your eyes made contact with his, and for a second you wanted to ignore it all and go back to making out with him; it would be easier that way wouldn't it?

"it's just..." You begin, looking off to the side, leaning into his palm "I don't think it's right." Trap Dorian raises a brow in confusion "What's not right? Did I do something wrong? Cross a boundary by accident?" His question hit too close to home, yet somehow missed the door. "It's not you crossing boundaries. Dorian, it's me who did" the shameful look on your face makes Trap Dorian's heart burn, his hand coming up so he can cup your face with both and make you look at him.

"what do you mean?" His black eyes searching for the answer he somehow doesn't know.

"The other Dorian's..." You begin, hearing his breath hitch for just a moment, "they don't want this. I can't... I can't do this knowing you're all sort of like- I don't know, a hive mind or something." There's a pause, the air so thick you felt like you were going to choke on it before Trap Dorian starts laughing.

His laughing reverberates onto you, his hands shaking and bringing your face along for the ride. "A hivemind? Is that what people think of us as?" He asks between huffs and some chuckles. It's obvious he's trying to calm down from the surprise gigglefest. "I don't know! You guys all know the same stuff somehow, what am I supposed to assume??" You press, trying to keep the conversation serious while also hiding your embarrassment.

"Oh, sweetheart" Trap Dorian pressing his hands closer to your face, almost squishing your cheeks together in the process ",I'm touched you care so much about the others feelings." And you think that's where he'll stop, that he'll try and continue the make out without any other comment, but he continues. "We do sort of.. Share our thoughts- well, not really. We all just sort of... Know? But we are, sort of, different people." His explanation is confusing and he knows it, shrugging a few times as it's really hard for him to explain it. "I want this, want you, but if you really don't want to- in fear of making the others uncomfortable somehow, I won't force you." He leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing to revel in your warmth, feeling your breath stutter across his face. "Shame too, you're a real good kisser." He whispers that last part, getting a quiet laugh out of you followed by a 'thanks' just barely audible.

The two of you sort of stay like that, leaning foreheads together and simply enjoying the others presence and hold.

[divine-domme]

Listen. Torture is absolute shit for rapidly obtaining accurate information, as ineffective as any punitive measure is for deterrence (is. not effective in the least), and generally ranges from ineffective to actively counterproductive for any conceivable ethically-defensible purpose in any functioning society. But that isn't the point.

The point is how pretty you look screaming with tears running down your face, your entire body trembling with exertion and exhaustion, and your mind so overwhelmed by pain that you will do anything to make it stop. It is bad at information gathering because the subject will say anything to get out of it, even things that are untrue.

But I don't care if you are being honest when you choke out, "Please use me up, I just want to be yours forever," or, "I love when you breed me like the stupid whore I am." I just want you to say those things on a recording so that I can play them back for you when I am raping you.

Sometimes I don't even want to make you say or do anything! Torture is great for seeing just how much your poor abused body can actually handle and proving to you that nothing I do in bed is really "abuse"! You just have to use it for the things it can actually accomplish is all.

ok so i know that torture doesn’t actually work but for the sake of our t4t rp session you gotta pretend that that it at least works a little.

[hannieoftheyear]

LUCKY STRIKE [C.VN]

Vernon would never let anything happen to you. But when the time comes, and he's standing at your doorstep, flowers in one hand, and bloody cuts in the other, it's your turn to take care of him for once.

pairing: vernon x fem!reader

word count: 4,5k of lazy and messy sex for you

genre/au: mafia au, established relationship, smut with the barest plot, a bit of fluff.

content warnings: vernon is terribly down bad, light mafia themes, implied violent encounters, blood, bruises, cuts, minor injuries, reader takes care of his injuries and he gets horny, this is corny, you were warned!! | explicit smut: couch sex, switch!vernon, switch!reader, sucking fingers, they both have a thing for hands and fingers, biting, spit kink, spit as lube, handjob, unprotected sex (don't be stupid pls), cumming inside, nicknames: baby (both).

♥︎ thank you to everyone that tolerated me sending clips of vernon on the thunder stages for days ♡ this is for you

🎧: shining star (vernon solo) — seventeen

THIS FIC IS FOR +18 READERS ONLY. I can't control what people read, but I can control who interacts with my blog. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

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note: i'm a sucker for lazy couch sex with vernon and i won't apologize for it!! i hope you enjoy this silly thing ♥︎

this was, of course, heavily inspired by all the 'happy burstday' concept photos and stages

mafia prompt taken from here ♥︎ dividers here

"Being adopted into the local mafia has its pros and cons."

Pros: You can safely do your 2 am. grocery shopping at the one superstore that's open all night without fearing for your life. Those scary looking men, the ones you'd normally cross the street to avoid, treat you like their little sister. All except for the cutest one of them all.

The gloomy night accompanies the swift movements of the crochet needle between your fingers, tangling the strings of light blue and red knitting wool you bought days ago in a whim. In the search for a new hobby, your algorithm acted out again, and you ended up on the granny activities side, peaking your interest enough to sit on your uncomfortable couch for hours trying to make a usable piece of clothing.

Normally, on a weekend night, the cold wind would be welcomed by your barely covered skin, walking hand in hand with the only guy your self proclaimed body guards allowed you to be in close proximity to. But something, or rather, someone, told you to stay home for the night.

Another pro of being close with the bad guys: they help you avoid confrontations with threatening rival gangs. You're left blissfully out of the mess, but, as you're still able to hear the rounds of loud noises on the streets around the neighborhood, you're also not unaware of the bruises you see covering the guys' arms and faces the next day.

Your forehead hurts from all the frowning you've been doing for the past hour, trying to figure out the pattern you should be following and restarting every few rows.

A soft, unsure knock takes your concentration away, but it quickly puts a smile on your face as you realize who's the only person that'd show up at this hour at your door. The amateur crochet project is left forgotten on the coffee table, the metal needle crinkling against the glass as you get up from the couch.

But, whatever excitement you had, it drops completely as soon as the doorknob turns under your hold, and the door opens to reveal who you were expecting.

Vernon stands at the entrance, with his side smile painting his face as if everything was okay. You instantly know it's not. His lower lip is swollen red, probably from a punch, the neck line of his t-shirt is stretched far more than normal, with a tear visible on the side.

Cons of being adopted by the local mafia: your big bad mafia boyfriend constantly gets hurt on the job.

With one hand busy holding a bouquet of your favorite yellow flowers, he wraps the other one around your waist when you don't move, frozen analyzing his state. "Not happy to see me?"

Vernon's teasing smile so close to you, mixed with his breath fanning your face as he leans in to give you a peck, is intoxicating. His bruised lips are soft against yours, taking seconds longer to feel you on him than normal. One would never guess he's hurt from the way he's pushing himself against you.

"Baby, what happened?" Your hand reaches for his behind your back, the cuts on his knuckles harsh under the pads of your fingers.

He sighs against your parted lips, chuckling lightly before taking a step back and letting himself in into your apartment. "You should see the other guys."

"Multiple?" Your wide eyes follow him as he searches for a vase to put the flowers he brought.

It's natural for him to have his way around your home. After all, he's the only one that you, or your neighborly mafia, ever allowed in. It's your sacred place, safe from the dangerous outside world, the only place where you can be truly calm, be with him with no fears.

While he occupies himself with his gift, you take the chance to escape to your bathroom, wash the dried blood from your hands, and find your first aid kit. The one you've never had to use before.

You were always the one who he took care of, who he protected, made sure you were intact. After so many times he was there for you, it's your turn to take care of him and heal his wounds the best you can.

"Remember I told you to stay in today?" His gaze is trained on you as you sink down next to him. The click of the aid kit opening breaks the silence as he waits for your answer.

You only nod, half hearing him, half focusing on grabbing what you need to disinfect the cuts in his hand. His hand that places itself on your thigh to draw your attention.

"We're okay—I'm okay," his voice is soft, knowing you worry every time he goes out to parts of the town they don't have under their control, "it was just a small payback."

"Baby, you're bleeding," Vernon hisses as you clean the wounds around his knuckles with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball, "who did you go with?"

"Mingyu and Wonwoo," your insides burn, feeling his stare, boring holes on the side of your face, "they took on the bigger guys." Vernon jokes.

You shouldn't sigh in relief hearing that, but you do so anyway.

It's a regular occurrence for the guys to tease him for his objectively smaller build, but he counters it with a perfectly learned strategy. He knows how to fight, knows the places that hurt the most being punched, where to kick, poke, slap to make his opponent lose their balance, and ultimately, the fight.

"Let's hope these people don't come back after you."

"Believe me, they won't." He smirks, charging his words with smugness.

You wrap the little bandage you had saved around his hand with care. Not too loose, not to tight. You feel his eyes on you as you leave the aid kit on the table, right besides the mess of knitting wool you alredy forgot was there.

"I have the best nurse ever." Vernon wastes no time, lifting your hips with his, now working, hands, and sits you on his lap, both your legs fitting naturally at his sides as he realizes you're only wearing panties under your t-shirt. "I should come here hurt more often."

"Then you'll have to replace the stuff I use on you!" Looking slightly down to connect your eyes with his, your teasing tone vanishes at the soft glimmer in his eyes. "Please, just… be careful next time."

The side of his face feels warm against the palm of your hand, and he leans into your touch, feeling your care even through the smallest, most mundane touches.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shown up like this." His doe eyes turn glassy, searching for any anger indicators on your expression, but only finding worry. "I just wanted to see you."

You could never get mad at him. Not when you met him knowing full well what his life was like. Not when he pursued you by showing you he can still be a gentleman despite his shady life. Not when he never gave you any reason not to trust him.

"I wanted to see you too," you reveal as if you didn't constantly wait for him. Sitting on this very couch every night, longing for that knock on the door you always know it's him. "I don't mind taking care of you."

"I should be the one doing that." Vernon's hands fix their grip on your hips, reminding you that they're still there, holding you close to him.

"Well, I'm not the one getting into fights with 6 feet tall buff guys on the daily."

He chuckles, full of endearment, and your stomach tightens. If you could rank every sound you ever heard, Vernon's kinds of laughs and giggles would all be at the top, not a very close race with anything else. It's a distinguishable sound you never want to forget.

Your hand goes down the side of Vernon's neck, his pulse accelerating under your touch as you check to see if he's real, if he's really sitting on your couch with you straddling him.

His focus get lost on your touch now going down the side of his arm, and soon finds your hand with his. He interlocks his fingers with yours as soon as he gets a hold of it, directing your hand to his mouth and leaving a gentle but teasing kiss on the back of it.

"Vernon," you reprimand, but don't stop him as he places peck after peck everywhere on your hand, each triggering a wave of different feelings down your nervous system. He's uncontrollable and always finds the way to get you in the mood with him.

"You look so pretty over me, all worried." His hot breath tickles your fingers that were just taking care of him.

Your thumb swipes gently over his busted lip, raw from his habit of gnawing at them with his teeth and from the fight you're nursing him from. He purses his lips, teasing your awaiting skin, goosebumps waking up all over your body at the anticipation.

"You can't seriously be turned on by this," you snicker to try and hide the very real reactions he's eliciting from you.

His eyes snap back to you at your words, as if a challenge was set.

So quick you barely have time to register it, the hand at your hip travels to your lower back and Vernon's sliding you across his lap, showing off his strength to get you closer to his torso until you're completely against him.

Every part of you is against him. His right hand on your back, holding you electrically close to his growing hard, pulsing against your core. Your hand's held hostage by his left hand just above where your chest flushes against his.

"You have no idea how crazy I am for you." Every word he says reverberates through his chest and into yours.

Gasping is your only answer. You don't trust your ability to apeak properly in your current state of increasing bodily heat.

"When I wake up and you're not next to me," he continues, "my first thought is always to come looking for you." His fingers wander inside the big t-shirt you're wearing, one you stole from him after your first night together.

"Nothing stops you from staying the night here." Your voice draws the smirk back on his face.

"I'd stay here every night if it didn't mean putting you in danger." Longing bleeds through his words, true and hurt.

"But you'd be here to protect me." You're not naive. You know what he means. But that doesn't stop you from wanting to be close to him every second of every day.

Vernon nods in acknowledgment, a silent agreement between the two of you. It's dangerous. Everything about your relationship is risky. But even if he's willing to put himself at risk for the chance of seeing you, he'd never put you in danger. He'd never take that chance.

His lips kissing your hand again catch your attention, every fiber of your body now focused on his next move. Your fingers, cold against the warmness spreading across his face, seem to be the only thing on Vernon's mind.

When he wraps his mouth around your index finger, gently sucking on it with a new admiration, fire expands from your insides and out, taking everything with it, filling you with a new, unexpected want.

"Vern—" Your breath halts at the mention of his name, fueling his need as he dives in further, playing with his tongue around your finger like it was his new favorite toy.

You've never felt anything like this. A hot, sizzling arousal rushing through your veins at the sight of your boyfriend worshiping the fingers that were just nursing him.

A choked up moan escapes you as he sucks another finger in his mouth. Your index and middle finger are now coated in his spit, making a messy, wet toy out of your hand.

The couch moves just slightly as you push yourself against him at every swirl of his tongue, feeling his length hardening with every uncontrolled grind of your hips against his.

Vernon's other hand travels all over your torso, finding you're wearing no bra under the shirt that was once his. He loves making a moaning mess of you, mixing the arousal from sucking on your fingers with the touch you've been craving on your chest.

Everywhere. He's everywhere. His thighs under yours, his hard pressing against your barely covered core, his hand feeling your chest up as your fingers scrape the sides of his mouth.

Every second it passes, you search for more of him, pressing against his chest until he has trouble fondling your breasts.

He pulls your fingers out of his mouth slowly, a string of saliva connecting them with his lower lips stretching until it breaks, undoing the trance you were in while watching Vernon have his way.

"I should be taking care of you," your voice breaks into a whisper, your boyfriend’s dark stare punching away any thought you had.

"Having you on top of me is all I need," your wet fingers trace his jaw as he speaks, and he smirks at the sounds you make when he flicks one of your nipples with his thumb, "making you moan my name when I've barely touched you."

His eyes train on your parted lips, exhaling heavily as he plays with your nipples exactly how he knows you like it. You can only fist the stretched neckline of his t-shirt, making it worse but making it yours.

Your other hand finds the back of his head, his growing buzz-cut threading between your fingers.

"Have I told you I love your hair?" How you find it in you to speak is beyond your knowledge, but he chuckles at your nonsense, and the fire burning at the pit of your stomach spreads down your thighs and soaks your underwear further. "I love it so much."

Vernon's hard groin twitches under the needy grinding of your hips, his throat swallowing with trouble as you break down his facade little by little.

"Let me," you know he won't take his hands off of you willingly. You don't really want him to stop either, but you're focusing on him tonight.

He groans as you push yourself off him, quickly finding the zipper of his jeans. "Baby…" his words trail off seeing you kneeling on the floor against him.

Trying to slip his jeans and boxers down, he gives in and lifts his body to help you. He'd never deny you of anything you want.

You don't restrain yourself, your hands finding the flesh of his thighs and traveling up and up until you're barely touching where he most wants to.

But a hand sneaks under your jaw, tilting it up until you're connecting eyes with Vernon again. "Don't," you barely whisper, a plea for him to let you make him feel good.

"Want you on top," he doesn't ask, doesn't order you, only outers his wish, with his eyebrows quirking in the way that always has you melting for him, "I'd feel much, much better."

You snort with an endearing smile, "I thought you were fine." Even after your teasing remainder, you oblige what he wants.

"Every time you get off of me, I start feeling sick," he coughs a few times to get his point across, "my body needs you to feel well.

Vernon's always been able to make you laugh, even when you're on the brink of tearing all his clothes off. "Then we better listen!"

His bare legs find themselves under your weight again, the skin to skin contact igniting every connecting point of your bodies. You tug at the ends of his damaged t-shirt until he gets the hint you want it off.

Vernon groans as the dampness of your panties rubs against his length, gripping your hips to flush you against him harder, not wanting to wait any longer to feel you all over him. You waste no time, holding his face between your hands and closing the electrifying distance between you.

A moan fights out of him a soon as your lips take his, molding together perfectly, as if they were meant to be connected forever. You can feel where his lower lip is hurt, swiping your tongue over the bruise as he moans on your mouth again.

Your hand caresses the side of his face, not letting his lips go as the other travels down his heaving chest. His muscles tense under the teasing touch of your fingers, nails raking down his skin.

Another moan coming from him is exactly what you need as you sneak your hand between your bodies, wrapping it around his cock that craves your touch.

He chases your lips as you lean back, revealing the state he's in, all because of you. His lips glisten with the mix of yours and his spit, parted and calling for you again as he catches his breath.

The changing shine in your eyes alerts him that you're planning something, an idea planted by the sight before you.

You swirl your tongue in your mouth, gathering as much spit as you can before locking eyes with him and letting it drop out of your lips, falling in a glob until it sits at the tip of his hardness.

Vernon's eyes darken at every one of your moves, his gaze entranced on your lips. Lips that were spilling all kinds of worried words minutes ago, and now are coating his cock with saliva so your hand can glide up and down at your desired pace.

"God, baby," your hand squeezes around him, spreading the mix of spit and precum so slowly on his girth that he's having trouble breathing, "you're so good to me."

The back of the couch holds his head as he leans back with another groan. His neck stretched out, glistening with sweat, calls to you. And who are you not to answer?

Your core traps his erection against your hand as you lean in, leaving wet kisses on your boyfriend's throat, feeling his every sound vibrating against your lips. He mumbles praises into the air, letting his hands wander across your back and squeezing your ass to press your further to him.

The wet fabric of your panties sticks to your folds in the shape of his length, everything pushing your cores together harder and harder. You let the swift rhythm of your hand on his cock and you grinding your covered clit against him take you to another world.

"Feel better?" Your lips graze the sensitive skin on his neck as you half ask half gasp.

Vernon's automatic response is to tighten his hold on your ass, grinding your hips against his with more force, the friction between your cores breathtaking. "I could," he teases.

"Greedy," your hot breath hits under his earlobe, and even you can feel the shiver going down Vernon's body.

His cock twitches as you slow down the pace of you hand. The combining feel of your folds and your hand stroking him almost make Vernon go crazy.

"You feel so good, baby," his eyes close in concentration, every touch of yours too much for him, "can't wait to be inside you."

In the midst of his senseless words and your desperate touches, Vernon finds the way to sneak a hand under you. Between his legs, his digits find the dampness growing at your core. "So wet already, for me."

Another hand grabs a fistful of your hair, detaching your mouth from licking your way up his jaw. He forces you to look at him, eyes full of desire, waiting for your answer.

"Yes—all for you-u," your words break in a moan as two fingers sneak under your panties, collecting your arousal and triggering another wave.

"Good." It is all for him. All because of him. The only one who can have you like this.

Smirking, his eyes lock in with yours, full of fire as his hand appears in your field of view. You don't stop looking into his eyes, the mischievous glint on them keeping you there, all while he sucks your juices off his fingers.

It takes all your strength to get up from the couch again, with only one objective in mind.

Your boyfriend gawks as if you were putting on a show only for him, slipping down his favorite panties, now stained with an unholy amount of juices. He stares with his mouth agape, but he's not patient. As soon as the fabric's off, he's grabbing your big t-shirt and pulling you towards him again.

Lips crash with lust and desperation, messily craving more and more. His teeth nibble at your lower lip, a matching bruise waiting to appear, but you don't care. You moan in his mouth, tangling your fingers with the short hair growing at the back of his head.

His thigh becomes a mess of your arousal, careless about your position as you let Vernon have his way into your mouth. Your tongues dance around the other, slowly melting into each other.

"Spit," you chase his lips as he separates to demand. Seeing his non-injured hand under your jaw, you quickly realize what he's doing.

Your living room's filled with gasping sounds and hot breaths, time stopping as your eyes lock. Vernon's eyes are on you as you let your spit drop into his hand.

You hover over his groin, dripping into his hand as he lowers it down between your cores. The tip of his cock grazes your entrance as he pumps his hard with his spit covered hand, the wet sounds reaching your ears.

Sinking down on your boyfriend's lap, the head of his cock enters you just right, your walls welcoming to mold into his shape.

Your lips stop working as you're filled to the brim, sitting on Vernon's thighs and gasping into his mouth trying to get used to the unprepared stretch.

As you're draped over his torso, he easily finds his way down your neck.

"Relax, baby," he says against the skin of your neck.

Every spot he knows you like, he kisses, whispering encouraging praise that gives you chills. Under your ear, along your jaw, over your pulse point, his lips press and suck at your skin, feeling how you warm up around him.

When he shifts his position slightly, his length pushes inside you just a bit more, your walls clamp against him, sucking him further inside in a whine, "That's it."

His husky voice goes through your ear and down to your core, and you swivel your hips up just to elicit another sound from him.

Vernon's hands find themselves gripping your hips again, helping you as you start a lazy pace on his lap. Your teeth sink down on the flesh between his shoulder and his neck, and he moans in your ear at the sensation.

"You'll have to take care of that one too," his breath tickles down your ear, and the vibrations of your chuckle almost make you lose your focus on him.

You kiss on the dent shaped like your teeth, "like you don't love it."

He hums a broken moan, the combination of everything you're giving him finally working like you intended.

Your walls tighten around him just as your fingers find his scalp, short nails raking between his growing buzz-cut trying to have him losing his mind under you.

It's not long before his hips join the fun, thrusting up to meet your pace and making you lose your breath. You feel him up to your throat, every place inside you marked with his name.

Vernon's hands roam all over your torso, indecisive, keeping you close but in the search for his favorite places to grope and touch. Your body's on the verge of giving out, and he knows it.

When he wraps his arms around your back and leans back against the couch, flushing your chest completely against his, you both lose it.

You're not in control anymore, if you ever were. Your knees barely stay at his sides as he thrusts up incessantly, the sounds of your ass slapping against the flesh of his thighs echoing around your living room.

But his groaning in your ear, his rambling words about how good you are for him, are only for you to hear.

Intercalating between lazy and desperate, no matter the time or the place, Vernon always finds that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

So quickly, it'd be embarrassing if it was anyone else, your body starts quivering, every one of your senses losing focus as your insides get closer and closer to snapping.

"I'm c-close," you manage to form a coherent string of words in between a few merciless thrusts.

"I can feel it—" a breathless whine mixes up between his words, "cum around me, baby." He's as desperate as you.

With everything combined, Vernon's noises on your ear, his arms tight around you, and every spot inside you being abused at once, the world becomes a blur of fire and white light as your orgasm rips through you.

Your body shakes on top of him as Vernon chases his own orgasm, stretching yours for as long as his cock grinds inside you with a purpose. But he's a weak man when it comes to you, and with the way your walls clamp hard around him, making him work for every thrust, it's not long before he's lost too.

You feel the ropes of cum coating your walls, his length twitching as you take it all. All of him inside you as if you were one.

Silence, deep breaths and the smell of sex fill the room as your bodies take in everything you just did.

Only when Vernon's lips kiss along your shoulder, you realize he's still inside you, and you shouldn't rest.

"I have the best nurse ever," Vernon chuckles along his words as you get up from his lap to find your discarded panties.

Everything is still the same. His clothes disregarded on the floor, the flowers sitting on a vase you haven't seen since you moved in.

You turn around to find him putting on his boxers, his eyes a promise that he's not done with you yet, "I don't think a good nurse would recommend this type of cardio after a fight."

"Then I don't trust them."

Chuckling again, and knowing he'll join you later in the shower, you fall between his arms again, laying together on the couch like you've done so many times before.

Now is your turn to look up at him, the fire in his eyes not gone, but now overpowered by endearment.

You don't want to. You really don't want to. But your eyes close with tiredness, and the rhythm of Vernon's breathing is so serene that you fall asleep in his arms.

There, in your couch, everything around you forgotten and replaced by him.

note: thank you so much for reading! pls share your thoughts I'd love to read them ♥︎

[rotagnus]

what energy are you stepping into this summer ? | [☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆]

omg guys i'm renovating this blog right now because i finally had my last day of school [yayy!! soon i will graduate :p] so it looks a bit awkward but we can all pretend it doesn't. from this weekend to roughly the 3rd of july, i will be busy w college stuff, prom, exams etc. so i won't be posting readings as much; do not worry, i have not forgotten about you!

this pac will focus on energy; each pile will be specific to the collective it attracted, so some may have a focus on the transition, the current and how it's related to the future energy, etc. i hope you all enjoy. much love!!! you guys are so sweet all of the time and i hope that you all like this. take care of yourselves, angelbabies!

pile 1.

you guys are truly taking a leap of faith. i have this image of a person opening up a curtain of leaves, y'know, like they do in movies? and that curtain reveals a whole, new, beautiful world. you guys are very tentative and introspective people, so you're not necessarily scared of changing your path...but you do know that everything comes with risks and benefits, so this opportunity or decision that you'll make early on in the summer will change your path dramatically. for a lot of you this will be a more mental decision; like 'i won't hang out with fake friends' or 'i'm cutting contact' or 'i wanna be a better person'. you will be investing a great amount of energy into yourself, i'm hearing hermit mode. dnd ON. comfortable clothes ON. good music ON. a lot of you do need to do a cleanse because you've been working hard and chasing your dreams, but you do need to cleanse yourself a little bit, energetically. it'll be useful if you nourish your physical body, because a lot of you seem to be deeply caring people who don't always push that deep, soul-like love to YOURSELF. however you have very kind guides, i'm hearing, so please don't hesitate to ask them for help or a nudge in the right direction. a lot of you will deal with attachment issues and healing them this summer, in respect to a specific energy, person, place, etc. many of you have this deep fear that you won't get anything better than that...and that this treatment is simply karma from the universe. it's not. literally everything has been encouraging you to leave, but you still believe that you deserve it. THIS IS UR SIGN THAT U DON'T!! anyways. there's a lot of possibilities coming this summer and especially autumn, the latter of which will depend on what kind of summer you chose to have. did you overwork yourself to the bone again, or did you take it slow and not rush through? a lot of you have issues with leadership and control, and you view sensitive, matter-of-heart situations with a very analytical lens because you're terrified that if you don't, you'll get hurt. you guys neeeeeed to step into this sensitive, wave-like energy this summer. let that guard down. give someone else the leadership that you're clinging onto. you did all you can!! and that was more than enough. 'align your life' is what one of the cards says. there are many things in your life that you'd like to change, small habits, big habits, etc...this summer your energy is in a transitional stage. a lot of you will have a deep power to change everything you don't like about your life, but at the end of the day, the universe won't do it for you. so when you have an opportunity to get something better, please don't hesitate to take it. did people ever care when you were suffering and clinging onto something at the bottom just because you didn't want others to be alone or suffer by themselves?? yeahhhhh. so please, keep your chin up. you guys know that you're extremely self-less, intuitive, and overall a bombshell. much love, pile 1. may everything work out for you.

pile 2.

you guys are good at everything, aren't you? the energy you're stepping into this summer is GO GET EMMM energy. achieve everything you've ever dreamed of energy. manifesting everything i deserve energy. you will be carving out a life you want for yourself. many will be excelling material-wise this summer; a job upgrade, many gifts, more physical opportunities, more people to meet. you guys recently had an ego death and that kind of did hurt you very deeply, but now you're recovered and willing to get back into the game. you will be treating life as what it is. many of you took it soo seriously before and of course, when i say that, i'm not saying that it's not serious. but a lot of you had no faith in the universe and you did your best to make sure that you had a surplus of everything. constantly giving, giving, giving. constantly protecting. you guys put your own dreams down to let others chase theirs. and now it's like all your dreams found you and tapped your back like HELLOOO when will you chase us. you guys are extremely skilled, that's something i definitely need to say. you guys excel in all matters surrounding other souls; animals, kids, women, men, etc. you get what i mean. you are truly one of the most understanding people ever, but you're entering this energy of being selective. you guys will be grinding hard this summer but that doesn't meant that some or all opportunities will pass you by. a lot of this summer will be focused on movement. a routine will be formed. you guys will be literally burning off all of the layers of skin that have been stuck on you. i'm thinking of like. a gecko or a snake that can't shed. that's immense pain and can also cause infection...similarly to what can happen to you spiritually. get those energy vampires away from you. those things that no longer serve you? gone. keep chasing the version of yourself that you'd be proud to be. a lot of you are going to be trying to change things up; a hairstyle, skincare, etc. physically. this period is not one of slumber, necessarily; you guys will have that later on in the year. but this period is one to finalize what version of you will be reemerging later on. many of you have a fear of not being successful, so you hoard accomplishments, trying to be good at everything. this summer will be one where you recognize your worth as a soul, not just as someone who's known for their talents, and their aspirations. you guys have a history of winning, so guys...you already knowww you're literally everything. you're beautiful, smart, clever, with a deep desire to make the world a better place. those are the people that succeed in life. those who want to cause wreckage don't. and some of you know people like that, and i assure you; you will see them tumble down. but this is not a time for you to seek vengeance. this is a time for you to look in the mirror and see who you are. to chase your dreams. to recognize that everything you want is coming your way. you guys got this. i have no doubt that whatever this summer brings you, you will alchemize it into something beautiful.

pile 3.

i can tell that currently, this collective is in an energy of fear and vulnerability. you guys feel like a baby animal, navigating the world...which is much bigger than you ever anticipated. think about an animal that lives in a certain biome; it has no idea that others exist, similarly to you. and this summer will bring you forth into new places, that may suit you better than the old ones. there's going to be this sweet energy, which can be a person, new pet, anything...very soft. i don't necessarily know what i'm getting but it'll be a slice of peace, a slice of cake. this will symbolize something different for each and every one of you, and it won't be something you expect. it'll be as harmonious as a lullaby, and as calming as one, too. okay. anyways!! you guys will be going on a journey. all of the pillars of belief you once had will be falling apart. many of you are already solitary beings; and recently you may have realized that your energy is all over the place, and you're calling it back to you. you guys are like this card that just popped out...'the ever-unfolding rose'. many layers to you, and you're very complex, honest, and carry this raw kind of beauty that not everyone has. but people see it in you, they see this vulnerability, and they do like to break you. but the truth is that this summer, you'll learn how to be open and raw without having it ruin you. there is a way to be soft, steady, but strong as well, my love. you guys already recognize that you're different and that people value you for this effervescent quality that you bring to their life; however, sometimes, you don't allow yourself to be what you are, and you HATEE being surrounded by people who you have to act differently around. this summer you'll knock 'em all away. a lot of you will be changing your energy into a more honest one, too, rather than hiding away due to your crippling fear of being seen. i assure you that maybe in this environment, you were the ugly duckling, but in all other ones? people will value you so deeply you won't believe it. you guys are pure-hearted, and some of you remind me of a fox!! like let me see if i can get a picture... there we go! it's at the bottom of this reading and it's giving very much 'you' vibes. you guys can be a bit silly and goofy at times, but the people that deserve such a beauty as you? they know that that's just the surface layer, and that deep inside, you are a gallery of flickers of light. you guys are insanely smart, and thoughtful. this summer you will be stepping an energy of knowing your worth and that will bring you places. many of you give things up for others to have them because you know that they're given to YOU because you're that good, while others may not be like that but that doesn't mean they should suffer, right? baby, that's the reason your crowd currently isn't your real crowd. you never really realized your worth so you stuck yourself with people who are...no offense...bums. you'll recognize when someone is truly deserving of your energy. and it'll feel like a flower, unfolding into beautiful, lustrous petals.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Without Eyes I'm Blind

Part 2 to With Eyes I See. Please read Part 1 for the necessary context regarding the story. Thank you

Yandere!Forsaken x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; darker themes; death; blood; murder; violence; cults; and more. Please read with caution, and to minors please read with EXTRA caution

Note: After I finish this mini-series, I'm gonna write more Dandy's World stuff with some Forsaken tossed in there. I'm also preparing to write a Block Tales thingy for a friend, so keep an eye out.

Also, futher note, when I was writing this Tumblr FUCKING CRASHED on me and I lost a ton of writing so I'm sorry this took awhile to come out. When it happened to me, I nearly tried to jump through a wall.

Also also, Guest 1337 wasn't included in this Part or Part 1 because in canon he's from a whole ahh different universe. Same with Jason. Don't worry, MC meets him in Part 3.

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I almost forgot someone asked me to add a tag list to my main works. So here it is. If anyone else wants to be on it, just lemme know.

@amistakehadhappened

--☆☆☆☆☆--

You can't see anymore.

Your eyes are gone.

All you can do is feel. There isn't even darkness or pure light as people think blind people have.

Their is nothing. And you can perceive nothing via sight.

It's hell. You're in hell.

You just sit in a room, surrounded by soft and precious items as the cultists of the Spawn cult treat you with a holy reverence you don't deserve.

You are no angel.

But they like to think you are.

The chain around your neck is heavy. You can't move out of this room.

And god knows you can't find the key. You know your freedom is as good as dead.

That your life is good as dead.

You got a second chance, even replacing someone else's life. And this is what happened.

You hear the door to your prison cell open. They claim it's a room. It's a prison cell to you.

"Little bird, it's time to change your bandages." Two Time's voice rings in your ears. Too chipper. Too happy. They're too gleeful you're here. That you can't go.

"...fuck off." You whisper to them, and Two Time merely hums in response.

...

Two Time and Azure were the ones who took care of you as you were so helpless. You believed it was out of spite. They claimed it was out of love.

You hated them. You feared them. You wanted them gone forever.

You feel their hands gently undo the bandages around your eyes. They place their hands on your face, examining what remains.

You hear them click their tongue.

"Ah, you're healing so well," They muse, "Everyone will be happy to hear this. Soon enough, you may need no bandages at all."

You sit there in silence as they keep talking, redoing their bandages and leaving fleeting touches on their body.

But as you hear them get up to leave, you ask one question.

"Do you regret what you've done?"

There's silence for a moment.

"No." Two Time replies, "Because doing what I've done means never losing you. And I'd die before I lose you."

You hope their death is painful.

--☆☆☆--

You sit in the tub as Azure gently cleans you.

You despise moments like this. When you're alone with the ones responsible for this.

You don't move. You don't speak. You just exist there like a human doll as Azure keeps murmuring to you.

He pauses when you flinch when his hands touch your face.

You only move to pull his hands away from the bandages on your head.

"...you know I'm not going to do anything like that again, right?" Azure told you, "You can let others instead of Two Time change your bandages."

"You shouldn't have hurt me then." You bluntly replied, "Maybe then I wouldn't actively despise you."

Azure is silent, but you feel him press a kiss to your neck.

"I know you'll never forgive me, but I regret nothing." He tells you, "I just hope there is a day where you'll let me touch your face again."

You'll make sure there isn't.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together. But now, with no sight, it was actively hell to tell what time it was.

Perhaps it had been days since you lost your eyes. Maybe weeks. Or perhaps months.

You had no clue.

It could've even been years.

You hated this.

I have an offer to you.

At the voice that appears in your head, you naturally flinch and panic.

Calm down. Listen to what I have to say.

You have no idea who this is.

Then suddenly you see again. But it's purely red.

I have no name. I have no body. But I have power.

What did it want? You didn't know.

I want you. I know what you are. I can give you your sight back. I can give you more power. It will all have a cost, but you will have your freedom again.

You hesitate.

Only for a moment.

"You have a deal." You whisper aloud.

Don't you wish to hear what will offer.

"Tell me then. It won't change my answer."

...

...

...

You listened to all it had to offer.

Your body would change, and you'd need to consume flesh, blood, and the very life force of others to keep the sight it would give you.

It didn't have to be human. It could be animal, and plant in emergancy.

And it would always be able to keep tabs on you and take something from you sometime in the future.

You agreed immediately.

You held back your screams as your bones snapped and shifted, and as your very form transformed with uncomfortable pain.

You even blacked out for a bit.

But when you woke up, you could see again. Even if your eyes weren't back.

You just saw everything around you. Even through walls.

Your hair was longer now, and thicker. You knew why after you realized you could stretch out your hair into giant wings, four in total, with eyes along the tips.

Your ears were larger now, and almost goat-like despite being feathered. And short, horn-like antennae sticked out of your forehead. And you had three long tails that resembled a mix of ribbons and feathers that you could move as you pleased. And across your body were patterns of short feathers and your feet and hands resembled bird talons.

The entity apparently turned you into a bird. Or at least a human-like bird.

You knew there was more, but you wanted out before deciding to try out everything else you can do now.

You snapped the chain on your neck, it clattering to the floor as it held no use anymore.

You stood up and prowled to the door, peering out. When the coast was clear, you ran.

But now you were faster, and saw more.

It wasn't hard to find the way out now, even if you did get spotted.

You screeched as a knife flew into your arm as you were halfway out the door. Your head snapped to stare at who did it, and you saw...

The same woman who stabbed Gubby.

...

You decided to give yourself more time to see.

You charged, wrapping your hands around her neck as you threw her to the floor. You loomed over her as you felt your mouth stretch more wide than it ever could before. You felt the sharp teeth in your mouth almost grow.

And the last sound she made was a scream before your torn into her body.

There was practically nothing left of her after you feasted.

You stood over her, mind both buzzing with glee and regret.

But she hurt Gubby. She stabbed an innocent rabbit.

She deserved this.

She deserved it all.

As the others kept coming, you immediately ran again.

You didn't want to kill another human anymore.

However, if it was Two Time or Azure... or any of the cultists responsible for trapping you...

...yeah, you could make an excuse to do it.

But not now. Now you just want freedom.

So you ran. Ran as you were hunted down.

You ran and didn't stop.

--☆☆☆--

...just your luck you somehow ended up in a net trap like this was a cartoon, eh?

Your wings were out, pressing on the net as you couldn't get in a good position to rip the net without falling into the pit of spikes below you.

You weren't even sure how you got in the situation. Or why you were making bird sounds now.

You barely could think. You were just panicking. You were scared.

What if you were still being followed? You're trapped. They could get you again.

You didn't want to kill. You hated everyone in that damn cult and wished them death, but god, you felt worse committing murder.

Except on a select few, you'd gladly kill.

The sounds of footsteps fills your ears, and you freeze.

Oh god, is it the cultists?

You panic.

But it's not.

No.

You stay still as he approaches you, and you stare at his faceless head, his hood pulled down slightly.

You two stare silently at each other. Then he pulls out a knife.

You panic again, knowing enough of Taph's lore that he's probably going to end you to keep himself safe.

"Please, you have to help me-!" You blurt out, "Please, they're after me. Please! If they get me, I- I- I'm as good as dead."

Taph stares at you as you continue begging, desperate to not die again.

He doesn't put down the knife. Hell, he even raises it and you let out a small, almost-chirp-like sound in panic.

You flinch as he cuts you lose and catches you so you aren't impaled upon the spikes.

He beckons you to follow him, and you do. You'd rather not be captured by cultists again anyway.

Maybe you could trust Taph.

You hoped you could.

--☆☆☆--

Taph was very skeptical of you, so he kept his guard up around you.

You were just amazed he was willing to let you stay in his house. Even if he tended to avoid any interaction with you.

Though, you wanted to at least be on good terms with Taph. So you made him things like meals and helped clean up when needed.

Eventually, he started to warm up to you. You thought. At the very least he didn't leave the room when you walked in and taught you how to make a bomb.

It was a slow friendship that grew between you two. One of no judgment, and no hate. He couldn't speak and constantly lived in fear for his life, and you needed to hurt things just to see.

You both suffered together, and found bliss in it.

You were constantly terrified to lose this bliss, though. For Taph to witness you as a monster.

But you weren't fortunate enough to have him never catch you.

When he saw you for the first time, you were terrified.

---

You immediately dropped the deer corpse you were feasting on. You stared at the ex-demolitionist in horror, your mouth snapping shut like a bear trap as you couldn't stop having terrified trills and whines escaping from your mouth.

Oh god no- NO NO NO-

He saw you. He saw you eating. He saw you in your most monstrous state.

What if he hated you? What if he'd kill you?

You couldn't hurt him, not matter what he did.

Oh god- oh GOD-

You shake, your mind a mix of anxiety and animalistic terror.

As Taph crouches down, you bury you head in your hands and used your wings as a shield.

They gently nudge you, and you shake violently as you look up and see Taph offering you a chunk of the deer you were in the middle of eating.

You hesitate before taking it and feasting again, Taph gently petting your head in an attempt to comfort you.

---

It was that moment you realized he didn't hate you. He didn't even blame you for what you needed to do.

He was just kind. After that, he helped you catch your prey so it'd be easier for you to eat when you needed to, too.

You just helped pay him back more, and even started to go out of your way to deal with certain angry protesters when they found and got too close to his home.

You didn't want to hurt anyone. You didn't like killing people. But you didn't regret it if you did it to protect Taph.

You just tried to hide what you did from him.

You didn't know that he knew the whole time. And he didn't care.

The ex-demolitionist had his own secrets after all.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together while you lived at Taph's house. You lost track of the days since you got here, but it was fine. It was better than the cult ever was.

But you still confided in Taph about how you yearned to see more of the world, to never be a caged bird. To meet new people, to experience more, and to be more.

But you were scared. Scared to be caught by the Spawn cult again. You never wanted that again.

And Taph listened.

You didn't expect him to take action like how he did, though.

Waking up one morning, exiting your room, only to find fucking Builderman sitting on the couch while casually talking to Taph made you tweak out, naturally.

But you managed to compose yourself and talk to him, questioning so many things while desperately trying to stay polite.

You didn't expect him to take you being a... cannibal bird person super well.

You were surprised when he already knew. Even more so when he didn't hate you for it.

He wasn't at Taph's house for long, but it became kinda common for him to come over.

Eventually, one day, Builderman told you that you were going to be staying with the Admins at Taph's request and for your safety from the Spawn cult.

And because, earlier, you'd confessed to your otherworldly origins.

It astounded you that he did this, but you agreed.

At least you'd still be able to visit Taph.

--☆☆☆--

Much to your surprise, you weren't going to be staying with Builderman.

It was quite awkward when you went to Dusekkar's house and learned you'd be staying with him. You were just glad you understood his rhyming thing very well.

But Dusekkar was surprisingly nice and was more than willing to help you get settled into his house and didn't rush you when you hid away a good bit.

But he was patient and didn't mind your curse. Eventually, you warmed up to him, too.

He went out of his way to figure out how to make it so you'd have to kill and eat living creatures less to keep your sight by using his magic. It was by no means a cure, but it was a blessing.

He even taught you magic. Though yours is much more tech-oriented, to say the least.

You created yourself a magical screen of sorts that hovered over your face, black in color, that could display any image you willed in black and white. The screen could also transform into large fangs that hovered in front of your mouth to help you feast when you needed to.

You loved this screen. It hid the bandages you wore and how your face could make you horrifying to look at without the bandages. It helped you feel more human, more normal. Like your eyes weren't gone, and you were still kind of a human.

But it wasn't just Dusekkar, or Dusey as you started to call him after you two grew close, who was your friends among the Admins. There was Builderman, who you somehow got on a first-name basis with, and Shedletsky.

You became such great friends with this man it got to the point he literally gave you some of his fried chicken if you asked.

You were honestly astounded. Then again, he was really nice. And this was before 1x1x1x1 existed, which said a ton about him.

Becoming friends with the Roblox admins (or at least their versions in this world) was never something you expected. But here you are.

Good thing this wasn't Block Tales.

...

Even if being Forsaken was technically more of a hell.

--☆☆☆--

You had no idea how your disappearance effected everyone from before.

How could you?

It wasn't your fault you were gone anyways.

It just meant everything that happened in the past of Forsaken happened, even if you left an impact on all of them.

Noob and Guest 666 were the reason you moved back to your apartment in the first place due to a vicious argument about Chance which ended with you leaving. They came over the next morning to talk it out only to find your apartment trash, blood on the floor, and you gone.

Noob blamed himself while 666 blamed everyone else, especially Chance for getting involved in your life.

It led to their friendship collapsing, 666's ban, and eventually them both being Forsaken.

007n7 was devestated you were apparently murdered or kidnapped. c00lkidd took it even worse and lashed out. It led to him getting the c00lGUI and burning down Builder Brother's pizza as revenge for when you mentioned how your friendship with Elliot was crumbled over what seemed like nothing.

c00lkidd just blamed Elliot for making you sad and thought that was a part of why you were gone.

And when c00lkidd disappeared? When most of the best things in his life were gone?

007n7 couldn't handle it and ended it all, being Forsaken.

Elliot was Forsaken around this time too.

And John Doe was corrupted by the old code, and eventually both he and Jane were Forsaken as well.

Then ITrapped happened with Chance and he wasn't safe either.

And Two Time sacrificed Azure, and eventually he too was Forsaken.

--☆☆☆--

It happened eventually. You knew it would.

When all three admins you grew close with disappeared, you knew they were Forsaken.

You missed them dearly, but you just decided to move on and live your life.

It's what they would've wanted.

Not so fast.

You froze at the Entity's voice back in your head. For the first time in years since the deal.

You and I had a deal. I come for what I promised I would take.

"And what do you wish to take?" You questioned, already having lost so, so much. "You took my life. You took my humanity. You took my innocence. What's next?"

I want you.

...

...

...

Not even you could escape being Forsaken.

Ironic, is it not?

Because as you sit up on the dock you were transported to. As you take in your surroundings.

As you process every plan, every hope, every dream being crushed.

You scream.

You scream and scream and scream and scream

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

And as you scream.

As you process it all was taken from you.

You realize just how blind you were to it all.

You may have gotten your sight back, but in the end it was worthless.

In the end, you still ended up in Hell.

In the end, you were a monster.

In the end, you died a monster.

[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Gaz who won’t let you jerk off in peace.

It’s not that you don’t like having sex with him, it’s just that it’s been months since his last deployment, and it feels like forever since you got to connect with your body on your own terms.

You just want to explore yourself again, that’s all. He's been taking good care of you, but you want to take care of you. You want to take your time with yourself, lingering on the most sensitive angles that only you can find. It hits the spot sometimes to just lay back, relax, and get yourself off again like the old days.

But miserably, you’ve been getting home at the same time as him for weeks, and it’s made it nearly impossible to be alone. This weekend, though, you're determined. You're going to make it happen, one way or another. You're going to get that solo wank if it's the last thing you do.

But it seems like as soon as you’ve fully attached yourself to the plan, your boyfriend is suddenly an inescapable force of observance.

All of a sudden he wants your in-depth advice on vacation ideas, following you around the house like a lost duckling. He even turns down drinks with his mates, which is absolutely unheard of, just to spend incredibly inconvenient time with you.

The one weekend you want him gone, and he's become the most constantly around person imaginable, much to your irritation.

It’s absolutely unfair. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a private wank, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you’re sneaking around to get it. But every time you think you've gathered your courage enough to ask, you'll look over at him and he’ll just be standing there, so cute and seeming so happy to be near you, so you don't ask.

You don't ask, and you don't wank.

You start withdrawing from his hugs and touches, hoping it'll put off your the usual weekend fuck, because you just know it'll suck all the satisfaction out of your wank. You can't ask, but you can't seem to let it go either, because it's somehow become a need. An actual, emotional need for something that shouldn't matter that much, but it does. It matters that you aren't getting time to yourself when you need it.

The hours continue to pass, until you find yourself in the last afternoon of your weekend, and you swear he hasn't sat his ass down away from you all day.

You touch yourself a little bit in the bathroom, desperately hoping it'll be good enough, and you'll be able to just get it over with and go back to normal.

But it's not good. It's rushed and anxious and completely unenjoyable, so you give up before you even manage to get yourself wet.

And of course, as soon as you've washed your hands and stepped out of the bathroom, that man is right there waiting for you. You can't help the flicker of annoyance on your face when you spot him sitting there on the corner of the bed.

"Um, I think I'm going to..." You pause, picking up your car keys from the dresser, but then setting them back down. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll stay home. Do you need to go anywhere? Run any, um, errands?"

Kyle frowns at the suspicious, hopeful blinks you're throwing in his direction. "Not particularly."

Unconsciously your fingers grab hold of your keys again, and you only realize you're doing it when his eyes follow the movement.

"Oh, okay," you ramble, shoving your keys away, and feeling like you suddenly don't know what to do with your hands. "You gonna... pop round to see your mum today?"

Kyle stands up slowly, openly eyeing your nervous body language. Your gaze wanders to the dresser because you can't stand to look at him, can barely think past the haze of repressed feelings and self denial and the deception. It's not fair, it's not fair. When will you get what you need?

“D’you want to see other people?” he finally asks.

Instantly your eyes snap up to his face, to the pained expression he’s failing to hide.

“Like, open the relationship or something?" he continues in that too-calm voice. "If you haven’t been satisfied lately, then we can talk about—“

“Kyle, no. What the fuck? No.”

He visibly sets his jaw. “Then what is it? Cause if we’re breaking up—“

“God, shut up! Just shut up for a second. Oh, god."

You start giggling before you can stop it, not because anything is funny, but because you're incredibly nervous. He still looks so worried, and it's still so hard to say, but you might as well just spill your guts at this point because the giggling is making things worse.

“I just wanted to, um, m-masturbate, um by myself, because we just have sex now whenever I’m horny, and I haven’t got to do it in a while. Without you, I mean. All by myself. Oh, god, this is so stupid."

Another giggle slips out, and you’re braced for his hurt feelings, maybe a rare bit of anger poking through the surface.

But instead he suddenly lets out a barking laugh. “That’s it?? You’ve been torturing me all weekend just cause you needed some alone time?”

"It's not funny, Kyle." Nevermind that you're failing to suppress more nervous laugher.

"Oh my god." He wipes his hand over his face, seeming utterly dumbfounded. “Oh my god, what a relief.”

And then your boyfriend spins around all dramatic, and flattens himself against the wall, laughing obnoxiously with his head buried in his arms.

“A fuckin’ wank.” Comes his incredulous voice, half muffled by his forearm. “Just... wanted a wank. All that for a wank."

“You’re being annoying,” you mutter. “And I still haven’t got my wank, thank you very much.”

"You're right." Kyle straightens right up, looks you dead in the eye, and smiles. "And you're gonna get it right now."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Look at me." He takes one step towards you, pointing a finger at his suddenly grave expression. "I'm fuckin' serious. We're getting you that wank."

The idiot takes you by the hand -- you're incapacitated with giggles, by the way -- and leads you straight to the bed, helping you up onto it as if he was your personal masturbation chauffeur.

"You stay there," he instructs you, only to scurry off and quickly return with your water bottle and your phone.

"For hydration--" holds up the water bottle-- "for visual aids--" holds up the phone-- "for moral support--" leans down and kisses you straight on the mouth.

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too. I'm gonna go pop off to the shop so you'll have no distractions. You stay there, and please for the love of god, tell me the next time you need a wank."

"You're the best!" you call after him, tucking yourself into the blankets.

"Yes I am."

Soon the place is quiet and still, and it's just you in your fluffy bed, wonderfully, deliciously alone.

You starfish your limbs out in the sheets, once you're good and naked. Let all the fabric drag against your bare skin and sigh happily.

You are happy. You're so happy with Kyle.

It's a good wank, too. You get out your vibrator, and find exactly the visual aids that you want, and you let yourself savor the buildup, without any reason to hide what you're doing.

Soon your brain turns to mush and you cum in your nice comfy bed, cradled in the sheets that smell like your boyfriend. It's lovely. It's wonderful. You click off your sex toy and catch your breath with your fingers pressed tight to your clit, basking in that gooey warmth as long as you're able.

And then you miss him. Like, instantly, as soon as you're done cumming. You miss Kyle.

You should be gratefully taking advantage of his absence to be alone in the bed, maybe grab a few more orgasms for yourself, but instead you find yourself snatching up your phone. You scan through the last few texts he's sent you, imagining hearing them in his voice.

Fuck it. Might as well just call him.

"Alright?" he answers after a few rings.

"Yeah, I'm all finished. You can come back now."

There's a laugh on the other end of the line that makes you smile from ear to ear. "I haven't finished my shopping."

"Okay, but hurry back if you can."

"You missing me, baby?"

Another smile. "Yes. A little."

"Ahh, well. Just a little isn't too bad, I've got a list."

You half laugh, half growl at him. "Come back, please."

"On my way."

It does seem like he's immediately on his way, because he returns so quickly, you imagine he just set down his basket right there and fled the store. You've been too relaxed and lazy boned to even put away your vibrator, but you're so happy to see him that you sit up naked in bed and reach out your arms for him to join you.

That man's face. He's getting worse and worse at hiding how much he likes you.

It just takes one look, one second of having him wrapping his arms around you in a reunion hug, before you're suddenly, violently horny again.

Good news, he's right on board with that idea. Soon you're both tugging his clothes off, and he's tucking himself into the sheets with you, his fingers finding you already so wet and welcoming from your time apart.

This is what your body wants. It's a dumb animal that wants to feel safe, and get the things it needs, and it especially wants him. All of him. His tongue in your mouth, his happy sounds mixing with yours, his cock inside you after you manhandle him onto his back.

You want to ride him. Give him a chance to lay back and relax, and give you a chance to take care of your man who takes care of you. You smile down at him while you bounce on his dick, feeling that familiar stirring of emotion in the top of your throat.

He belongs to you. You want him forever.

It has you going slower, stroking your hand up his body, across his jaw. Feeling and memorizing, and accepting him as yours while you grind his cock in and out.

"Kyle." You're not expecting your voice to crack, so you swallow and try again. "Kyle, I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"Do you want to get married?"

It slips out before you can stop it, before you can cut yourself off or pretend it was a joke, or do anything but inhale in nervous shock.

Kyle's blinking up at you with an equally surprised look on his face, holding your hips tighter than he was before, until you stop moving.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "I didn't mean--"

"Stop it." Something deadly serious has settled over his face, and he pushes you up and off him in one careful motion.

Shit, fuck, why did you say it? Why did you have to ruin everything?

"Forget I said that, we don't have to get married, I don't even know why I said that--"

He's pushing you off him, throwing his legs over the side of the bed to get away.

"Kyle, please--"

"Shut up! Just shut up." Your boyfriend quickly fumbles his hand around in his bedside table drawer, and then retrieves a...

Jewelry box.

"Oh my god," you whisper, clapping your hand to your mouth.

"I was gonna... That is, I was planning on something else, sometime next month, but..."

"Oh my god," you repeat, relieved tears suddenly stinging your eyes.

"Feels a bit stupid to do it like this, when we're halfway through a fuck, but lord knows I can't reason with you once you've got it in your head that I hate you, so. Will you marry me?"

He starts to sink down like he's about to belatedly get on a knee, but like an animal suddenly untethered, you're already launching yourself at him.

"YES!" you squeal, swinging your arms around his shoulders and giggling like an insane person while you take him halfway to the ground.

You both can't stop laughing after that, especially when he's shaking so much he can barely get the ring on your finger. It's a beautiful, sparkly one, just like you always imagined.

Somehow, between kisses and excited whispers, you both make it back to the bed. He gets you under him and twines your fingers together next to your head, the hand that's now bearing the ring he'd hidden away for you.

And then he fucks you, nice and slow, until his shaking has vanished. That man kisses you like you're precious, keeps pulling back to look into your eyes and smile, like you're the most wonderful thing he's ever seen.

And he keeps fucking you like that, slowly grinding himself into you, keeping your hand in his.

"You gonna be my wife?"

"Uh huh."

"We're getting married, baby."

"I know, I'm so happy."

"I'm so happy, too."

[romanofftherealest]

Fallen Demon

Summary: She had taken a piece of your innocence and soul, yet the purity and naivety in your eyes remained intact. This world is too brutal and cruel for someone as precious as you, and all she longed to do was shield you from its harshness. But a demon couldn't. You are wrong, she was evil—she is evil—her very nature is inherently evil.

Pairings: Demon Natasha Romanoff x Summoner Female Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Tags | Warnings: ANGST, bullying, FLUFF, 'I lied put your clothes back on' trend entry

Author's Note: Scheduled repost

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A deep, foreboding sigh escaped her lips as she stood before the ritual circle, the symbols of summoning etched into the floor.

"How foolish," she muttered to himself, "to bind oneself to such a malevolent force once more." Then, she turned around to see you, kneeling on the floor.

Her smirk faltered as she beheld your naked body stiffed on the cold stone floor, head bowed submissively. The portal pulsed with an eerie light, casting long shadows across your trembling silhouette. Her eyes narrowed, curiosity and concern warring in their obsidian depths.

"To…what do I owe the pleasure, princess?"

You slowly looked at her, the fire burning in her eyes was washed with the tears that you had in yours.

"C-can you say I'm beautiful?"

With a wry chuckle that seemed too old for her youthful visage, she stepped closer, her bare feet silent on the stone floor. "Princess, your request is as intriguing as it is foolish. Summoning a demon for mere sweet words? Truly, the lengths humans go to…"

You felt a strange warmth of shame spread through your chest as you bobbed your throat, you forced yourself not to let any tear slide down from your eyes.

Her powerful form seemed to shrink as she saw the memories in your eyes. The laughter, the whispers, the isolation. You being called names, you eating in a comfort cubicle, and you crying for being locked inside it.

I hate myself.

She heard it, she heard your thoughts. Her eyebrows furrowed as she suddenly grasped the depth of your despair, your self-loathing thoughts echoing loudly in the silence between you. She clenched her jaw but it cracked, giving way to a softer expression.

Summoning a demon for a mere compliment, trading your body, having your soul sucked for words. It was indeed stupid. Desperate. Foolish. Absur—

"Stop those thoughts of yours, princess. They're too loud and not good for someone like you." Her voice had an unexpected caring tone that made you hitch your breath. "Dress yourself, I don't want you catching a cold."

She watched as you scrambled to gather the folded clothes, her supernatural grace contrasting sharply with your human clumsiness. Her observant gaze fell upon the bruises marring your skin and the gum stuck in your hair.

She really tried her hardest not to take you from there.

Her eyes roamed over your improved appearance, a glimmer of approval in her gaze. "Much better," she acknowledged with a nod. "I like the shirt but it is practically a dress on you. Are you auditioning for a role in a horror film?"

You let out a giggle and the sound was music to her ears. "It's all I got, everything's in the laundry." You spoke shyly, tucking a hair behind your ear.

Then, her gaze drifted around your small room, taking in the cramped space with a hint of disdain. "Your room is...cozy," she commented, her tone laced with sarcasm. "I've slept in closets larger than this."

You laughed again, hell, she would thank Jesus for that laugh.

"It's my apartment," you started, "the one you've been to before was my bestfriend's house which was miles away."

"The witch's house," she muttered and you nodded, her lip curling slightly as she remembered the eerie atmosphere of the place. "No wonder it felt...off whenever I was there. It reeked of herbs and spell components. Anyway, has she noticed anything unusual about her beloved houseplant yet?"

Well, the plant was still the same, and your bestfriend hasn't noticed anything when she came back, only your disheveled state and the eerie vibes she said your aura is giving during that day. And she, in fact, did a cleansing ritual on you while you were asleep, you were grateful to still woke up but choking with the smell of her cleansing stick candles and her muttering some gibberish witch prayers you God knows what.

"It's still okay, don't worry." You offered her a reassuring smile as you sat on your bed looking up at her huge form, she is literally having a hard time leaning down since height is much higher than your ceiling. "We can sit on the floor." You said, and then you moved to an indian sit form.

She then hesitantly copied your movements, her big legs folding between each other. "Don't be so sure about that, witches have really strong senses and intuition." She groaned as she finally sat across you, the ritual circle between you both.

"You're being bullied, aren't you?"

The accusation hung heavy in the air. Her gaze narrowed as she studied your face, taking in the faint bruises that are now hidden in your big shirt, the slight limp in your step, the way you always seemed to be on edge. And then a wad of gum stuck to your hair, a cruel prank meant to humiliate you.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. Your head was ducked, hiding your face behind a curtain of hair as you stared at your crossed thighs. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft sniffles you were trying desperately to suppress. You then slowly nodded and removed your eyeglasses to messily wipe your tears.

Your parents decided to send you abroad to study, and you were utterly culture shocked by the prevalence of bullying. You hadn't expected that the portrayal of bullying from the movie and series you watched in high school was actually reflecting reality. What's worse is you didn't see that it would happen to you. From being homeschooled to having to go abroad to study, it was the most difficult thing. You only had one friend, Wanda, and she is not here to comfort or protect you the way she did when you were just kids. Wanda had even told you to get the used tissue or get a strand of hair from your bullies and have it sent to her so she could handle the business, but you would just laugh at your witch friend during call with your swollen eyes and reassure her that you could handle it on your own and toughen up.

You are grown now and you told yourself that eventually you need to protect yourself from others, you cannot rely on your family or Wanda in your entire life. But the thought of standing up for yourself felt impossible. All you longed for was someone to step in and put an end to the torment, and you had no idea how to protect yourself from others when you were so worn down by it all.

"You could've asked me to return the favor to your bullies…" she spoke carefully but with a little bit of threat.

Now, you shook your head side by side. "Aren't you supposed to be enjoying this?" you asked, your voice trembling as tears welled up in your eyes. "I mean, you're a demon. Shouldn't you be relishing in my pain and suffering? You should be enjoying people doing cruelty to others. That's how you feed yourselves, with the sin of mankind."

"Princess," she sighed deeply, like she is disappointed but she is. "Is that why you were naked earlier? You ask something of me and I…take you in return so you just prepared yourself right away?"

Her gaze burned to you as well as the shame burning like a hot iron in your skin.

"It's not that I, as a demon, necessarily enjoy your pain and suffering for my own sake." She took a moment to compose herself before continuing, carefully choosing her words to ensure you would understand. As she spoke, you drew your knees up inside the oversized shirt you were wearing, making yourself smaller and more vulnerable as you listened intently. "You see," she began, her voice soft but firm, "I…I was born this way. I was born a demon, and my purpose is to be a punisher of those who have done wrong."

As soon as the words left her lips, she paused, studying your expression to see how you were processing what she had just said and to make sure you're not uncomfortable about it. Then, she continued, "I don't feed myself with sinful acts or relish in anyone's suffering, princess. Instead, I feed on those who have made…contracts with me. That's how I sustain myself. That doesn't mean I am delighted to do it."

"Hey," you crawled and sat right in front of her, your knees touching hers. "You may be a demon but you're not evil. I know that."

The demon's mouth was wide open as she stared at you in disbelief. Your words had struck a chord within her, leaving her stunned and speechless. She had never encountered a human who saw past her demonic nature, let alone voiced their belief aloud so confidently.

"Do I make you suffer?"

"What? No."

"No, when I come to visit you whenever for…for the contract. Do you feel pain whenever I…whenever I…take you?" the demon never stuttered not until this day.

You reached her face and caressed your thumb on her cheeks, "No." It was just one word but you hope it was enough to reassure the burning demon.

She doesn't take joy in sin. Especially not yours, she would punish herself for it. Her purpose is to punish those who commit it and feed herself with those who willingly and mistakenly entered into contracts with her by taking pieces of their souls. You were binded with her and she had come and taken you twelve times as you can remember. And now, you summoned her once again, making it more difficult for either of you to break the bound unless for one thing.

The demon couldn't deny it anymore, she had grown…attached to you, even though she tried to keep her emotions in check. She cannot help but notice how your laughter and hums had filled her with an unfamiliar sense of warmth. How you had clung to her after she had just ripped your innocence bit by bit and pounded a piece of your soul out of you, and after, you would still be asking when she would come back. That's why she would painfully leave as soon as your eyes had fluttered shut as you drifted off to sleep so she wouldn't have to deal with your questioning right after you wake up.

She had taken a piece of your innocence and soul, yet the purity and naivety in your eyes remained intact. This world is too brutal and cruel for someone as precious as you, and all she longed to do was shield you from its harshness.

But a demon couldn't. You are wrong, she was evil—she is evil—her very nature is inherently evil. She was consuming you bit by bit, feeding herself with your soul leaving you weak. She was the very threat she sought to safeguard you against.

She was never terrified of anything or any Gods, not until she thought how your laughter would not bring warmth the hell couldn't bring her. She was horrified at the idea of taking so much of your soul that your laughter would no longer bring the same joy and comfort.

She has to protect you from her, from consuming you more until there is nothing left from you.

She will not be the reason you will lose that light.

"My name's Natasha." The demon spoke after the long silence and staring.

You frowned and quickly rose to your feet, "No, no," Natasha watched you paced back and forth to your apartment. "Why did you tell me your name?!" you shouted, the tears are already falling down the ritual circle beneath you. "Why?!"

"I had to, and you must say it."

"No, no, please I can't. I cannot."

"Princess, please," Natasha pleaded, desperation lacing her voice as she called out to you. She never kneeled before altars nor had prayed to Gods, but never had she felt this urge, this need to be understood, to be heard, by a mere human.

"No! Fireball, that's your name! That's what we agreed upon on what I'll call you!" you shut your eyes in denial, that was the silly nickname you gave her since she didn't want to give her name when you first summoned her. At first you were determined to know it so you would break the contract, but as soon as her visitation became more frequent, that mission was long forgotten.

"Because I love you, Natasha! I love you!"

"Why?!" her demon voice thundered through the room, it was the first time you heard her voice like that again, and you swear you feel like the whole building felt it. "Every human I've ever bound would go to lengths just to know my name, just to break away from me!" she roared, her eyes blazing with demonic fire. "Why wouldn't you say it?!"

Her eyes widening as she stared at you, the demonic fire in his eyes flickering in shock. She blinked, once, twice, trying to process the words that had just escaped your lips.

"I never liked my name not until I heard you say it." She spoke with a solemn smile.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized what you just did, you frantically dropped to your knees before her. "No!" you exclaimed, your voice breaking with desperation as you reached out to cup her face in your hands. "Please, I take it back! I take it back!" you pleaded, your heart aching with regret.

"Hey, it's okay." Natasha's hand moved to gently hold your right hand that is on her face. "But that's not how it works, princess."

Demons are said to be creatures of fire and brimstone, devoid of human emotions and incapable of shedding tears. But tears streamed down her burning eyes, their tracks visible on her smooth skin.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched her begin to glow, a faint, otherworldly light emanating from her form. You are helpless, unable to utter anything but the anguished plea of 'no's' as it left your lips on repeat.

"N-no…" your body trembled, your tears streaming down your face as you shook your head sideways, then, you put the side of your head into her chest as if you're trying to hear her heartbeat, "No, please," you repeated once again, your voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to say it. I can't lose you, please."

You want to be with her, even if the means is her consuming you inch by inch, even if you're going to feel every bits of it.

"Please, say my name one more time. I like hearing you say it." Holding back tears, you shook your head defiantly, burying your face against her chest. Slowly, you looked up into her eyes, a broken, tear-stained mess.

You would meet the ends of hell to be with her.

Tenderly, Natasha reached out to touch your face, her touch gentle and warm. Her fingers grazed your skin as she softly cupped your cheeks, her eyes locking onto yours. A small, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she gently caressed your face with her thumb.

"I didn't know what I did for God to bring you to me. But I would thank Him profoundly," she whispered, her words quivering slightly. "For you are an angel sent from heaven, a beautiful, unexpected gift. One that is unworthy of a demon."

You would beg God to be with her.

Your lips quivered, you shook your head once more, slowly and deliberately, as if trying to reject the reality unfolding before your eyes.

"I've never been to heavens not until I met you, Natasha..."

"I love you, Y/N. Know that our love will bind us together, always. So long, princess."

The knock at your door jerked you out of your dazed state, suddenly jolting you back to reality. You blinked, bewildered and disoriented, trying to make sense of the jumble of confusing emotions and disjointed memories swirling in your mind and in front of you. You couldn't recall what had happened, why there was a ritual circle beneath where you were kneeling, or why you were a sobbing mess, repeating a name that was now lost in your tongue.

"Hey! Are you okay there?!"

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The senior night was in full swing, students were dancing and having a great time. But there you were slumped in your chair. You just didn't have the energy to get up and dance.

Some of your classmates came to ask if you wanted to dance, but you politely turned them down. You watched as everyone else seemed to be having the time of their lives. You tugged at the fabric, trying to get it to sit right on your shoulders. You fidgeted with the lace trim around the neckline, running your fingers over the delicate design. The more you fiddled with it, the more you began to realize how uncomfortable the gown truly was.

As you were messing with your gown, a voice suddenly spoke up next to you. "Hey, did you hear about Tracy?" asked your classmate Darcy as she took the seat beside you. "The one that sticked a juicyfruit in your hair in 2nd year?"

You looked up at Darcy, a deep sigh escaping your lips, "Yeah, it's not exactly something I want to remember. Cutting my hair shorter than I wanted wasn't fun."

Then Darcy said with a grin, "Well? That bitch wasn't here at the party because someone shaved her hair off during a sorority sleepover."

Your eyes widened in shock as you turned your full attention to her. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "You're kidding, right?" you asked in not wanting to believe it. "But she's the president."

Darcy nodded her head eagerly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "It's true, eyebrows included too," she said between laughs, clearly enjoying the shock on your face. "And, and, and remember Aris, the guy that sparred with you in gym class even though you told him you were just a yellow belt and he's a black belt? And you were almost sent to the hospital?"

"Yeah..?" now that's a core memory of yours that you could only cringe when you remember it on a sunny day.

"Asshole lost his national tournament and he got injured for life after his sparring with the freshie transferee."

"Freshie transferee?" you dumbfoundedly asked.

You sat frozen in your chair, your mouth hanging open in complete shock at what she had just revealed to you. Those two left a scar on you that is still healing up to this day, but still, after hearing what happened to them, you felt bad.

"Yeah," Darcy nodded, trying to be demure once again after she just unleashed a not-so-very demure laugh. "So yeah…I'm just here to deliver that information, I feel like you have a right to since those fuckers did you wrong back then. But please have fun, Y/N, c'mon!" Darcy shouted as she was practically being dragged to the dancefloor by her date, Jimmy.

After a few moments, you shook your head, realizing that you needed to get out of there. The room was starting to feel stuffy and suffocating. You stood up from your chair and made your way toward the door, knowing that some fresh air would do you good.

The cool night air was refreshing as you stepped outside, and you took a deep breath, appreciating the moment of solitude.

But then a voice broke through the silence, "This party was a mess, huh?"

There was something about the voice that sounded oddly familiar to you. It was as if you had heard it before, but you couldn't quite place it. But still, you continued standing with your back to the stranger, not feeling the need to turn and address whoever they are. You simply minded your own business, enjoying your fresh air.

"I like your gown."

You were in the middle of rolling your eyes in annoyance, prepared to tell whoever was trying to talk to you to leave you alone. But as soon as you caught sight of the fiery haired girl wearing a black suit that complimented her red hair, you felt intimidated and her face seemed incredibly familiar to you, and your initial reaction was to squint to try and place where you had seen her before.

"Got a name?"

"T-thanks." You replied, your cheeks burning up.

You managed to stammer out a response. "I uhm...it's Y/N," you said, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Beautiful." She said before slowly walking towards you. "They call me freshie transferee which is so lame by the way."

"Wait…so you're—"

"My name's Natasha."

"Natasha…" you couldn't help but repeat her name softly, feeling a sense of familiarity in the way it rolled off your tongue. You swore to yourself, you have uttered the name before in so many ways.

Then, suddenly, her hand gently touched your face, causing you to snap back to reality with its warmth. Your breath hitched as you locked eyes with her fiery gaze.

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you."

[nephynes]

toxic reader and obsessed jungwon?

love me some toxic dramaaaa

MDNI

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"Get out, Jungwon." Your voice is high, breathless with fury. Your apartment door is wide open behind him, but he makes no move to walk through it. He just blinks, calm as ever. "Baby, you're overreacting—"

"Don't call me that!" You shove at his chest again, harder this time, fists balled like you want to hurt him. "You think I'm stupid? You think I didn't hear about it? She touched you, didn't she?!"

Jungwon sighs. Not annoyed—never with you—but tired. He grabs your wrists gently, just enough to keep you from throwing another hit. "She bumped into me in a parking lot."

But you're already spiraling. "You could've told her to fuck off. You could've told me first. You chose not to."

He leans in, voice low and too soft for the tension in the room. "Because I didn't want you to get upset like this."

Your lip trembles, not out of sadness, but rage. "You should've thought about that before letting her touch you."

He catches your wrists again gently, because he's done this before. "I bumped into her," he says quietly. "She said hi. That's it."

"I don't care." Your voice lowers into something far more dangerous. "I don't fucking care what happened. You should've walked the other way."

Silence. He doesn't defend himself, but he doesn’t look away either. he just watches you as you pant in the silence, chest heaving, fury still fizzing under your skin.

"You make everything so hard," you whisper, venom curling between your teeth.

And for the first time in the whole argument, he finally speaks with a little weight behind his voice. "You think it's easy for me?" he says, calm but not soft. "Being in love with someone who punishes me for things I didn't even do?"

You blink. "What did you just say?"

His jaw tics, as if he regrets saying it. But he doesn't take it back.

You let out a bitter laugh, already stepping toward the door. "You always act like you're the quiet one, like you're the stable one, but look at you—saying shit like that in the middle of a fight just to make me feel worse."

He doesn't argue. Just steps through the open door, movements slow and unwilling.

But before you can slam it shut, "I'll come back in a few hours," he says, looking at you dead-on. "So you can calm down."

You grip the doorknob so tightly your knuckles ache. "I'm not going to open the door for you," you bite.

He doesn't react, only nods once. Like he clearly knows better.

Then he turns and walks away. And you lock the door.

Still, you lean your back against it, heart racing like he's still standing on the other side.

You hate that he never yells back, that he always leaves so quietly, you even hate how calm he is. And worst of all—you hate that you don't know what you'll do when he comes back.

True to your word you don't open the door when he knocks hours later. You don't say a word when he calls your name—soft, patient, like he didn’t leave your apartment after you shoved him out hours ago. Like you didn't scream yourself hoarse telling him to leave you the fuck alone.

And when do you open the door? He's there. Back against the wall, arms crossed, hood drawn low, patiently waiting.

His eyes rake down your body, slow and deliberate, taking in your revealing outfit. He doesn't say anything at first. Just breathes in, exhales like he's tired, or genuinely trying not to lose it. "Where are you going?" he asks finally, voice low.

You raise an eyebrow, tug your purse higher up your shoulder. "Out."

"Wearing that?"

You smirk. "Don't worry about it."

He steps forward. "I am worried."

"Not your business," you snap. "Now move."

You move to brush past him but his hand shoots out wrapping around your waist, and before you can react, he's pushing you back into the apartment and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

His voice is tight now, raw. "Why do you do this to me?"

You glare at him. "Let go."

But he doesn't. His hand stays where it is on your waist like it belongs there. "You know how much I love you, why do you keep doing this to me?" he continues, and it almost sounds like a confession. A surrender.

You're not sure who moves first. Maybe it's both of you at once, pulled together like magnets, desperate and trembling, foreheads pressed together and breathing the same shaky air. His hands slide up your bare waist, under the fabric, over your ribs. Your hands fist in his hoodie like you'll fall apart without him.

You don't even make it to the bedroom and you barely have time to gasp before he's pressing you up against the door, hands everywhere—hot, frantic, tearing the straps of your dress down your shoulders. His mouth is locked on your neck, teeth scraping over skin like he wants to mark you, ruin you, remind you you're his.

"You wore this to piss me off, huh?" His voice is low, ragged, his gaze dropping to the dangerously short hem of your dress. "Is this supposed to punish me?"

You don't answer, but your lashes flutter when he grabs your chin and tilts your face up, thumb brushing your lower lip. "You don't talk to me for a full day. You lock me out. And now you're going out dressed like this?" His head dips, lips ghosting over your jaw. "What, so someone else can look at you?"

You flinch, breath catching, your whole act slipping the second his mouth touches your skin again. All it takes is one brush of his lips at your throat, and your heart stutters. He carries you to the couch, tosses off his hoodie and shirt with one hand, the veins in his arms flexing, then grabs your ankle and drags you down, eyes dark.

And before you can say anything else, he’s shifting your lacy thong to the side and rubbing his thick cock head on your folds, making you whine out. And before you know it he’s pushing his cock inside you.

Your scream rips out of your throat, thighs flinching as he folds you in half, knees shoved high by your shoulders, his body pressed down hard against yours, thick and relentless. Your nails claw at his back, your heels dig into his spine. He's deep. Too deep. You feel split open around him and completely full.

Every stroke drags a sob out of your chest.

"Too much?" he pants, watching your face but pushing in again anyway.

You shake your head, tearful. "Don't stop."

"You think I won't fuck this attitude out of you?" he mutters, thrusting deeper. You barely get a word out before he pushes into you in one long, slow stroke that has your eyes rolling back. "Oh my god—" you sob, hands flying to his biceps. "Jungwon—"

"You always do this," he grits out, hips moving, deep and deliberate. "Push me away. Test how far I'll go."

He's so deep in your clenching cunt it hurts. So deep you almost can't breathe. You're folded beneath him, pinned and helpless, every thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs, your head spinning from the rhythm of it, from the rawness of him.

He leans in close, forehead pressing to yours. "I still come back," he whispers. "No matter what."

Tears blur your vision. You're gasping now, every moan broken. Every whimper wrecked. And somewhere between the way he fills you and the away he says it all—you can't hold back anymore.

His thrusts get rougher, his jaw clenched tight like he's trying not to lose control. Your hands clutch at his hair, your legs trembling. You feel yourself getting close and your voice breaks, desperate. "You love me?" you gasp, eyes searching his.

He lets out a groan, hips snapping harder into yours. "Yes. Fuck, yes. I love you."

"Say it again," you beg, whimpering now.

"I love you," he grits out. "I fucking love you—"

Your head falls back, lips parted. "Am I your baby?"

His hands tighten on the inside of your knees where he holds you down, dragging you down onto every thrust. "You are. You're my baby. My fucking baby."

You shatter around him, sobbing, nails raking down his back. Your whole body clenches as you cry out his name, and he holds you through it, still moving, still fucking into you like the thought of stopping has him falling apart already.

"I love you so much," he whispers against your throat as you come down, breath ragged. "So much I can't fucking breathe without you."

And then you fell his body going tense, his hips jerking one last time as he spills inside you with a broken moan. He doesn't pull out, not one bit.

He breathes, shaky, heavy and still buried deep inside you. Holding your face as if he thinks you're breakable.

Still whispering, over and over, like a prayer, "I love you, I love you—fuck—I love you—"

When he slumps forward, still inside, his arms cage you in, and in the stillness that follows, with your heart still racing and your body aching in the best way, you stare up at him.

He's breathless, sweaty and completely wrecked, looking at you like you're the only thing that matters to him.

Not the dress. Not the fight. Not the toxic, messed-up way you hurt him when you get scared. Just you.

The real you.

The moment it hits you and it’s not like a soft thought, but like a truth you've been avoiding all along, how he never leaves you regardless of everything you've done to him, All the shit you've put him through.

Throwing things at him when you're angry. Blocking numbers in his phone without asking. Cursing out his friends just because you felt like it. You've even snooped through his stuff. Stalked his followers. Slammed doors in his face just to make a point. You've gone out in revenge dresses, posted things to rile him up, picked fights over imagined slights just so he'd prove he still wanted you.

No one will ever love you the way Jungwon does. Not despite the chaos you bring, but because he knows how to weather your storms.

Because he's made a home in them, he chooses to stay, even when it's hard. Even when it hurts.

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• a/n: honestly he should leave her fr 😭

[rafayelxsylusho]

I have a request for a smut fic where basically mc pranks Caleb on Instagram by posting some spicy pictures on her close friends story ( but she removed everyone and only kept him🤭) he saw them and got furious that other people are seeing them too and he floods her DMS with jealous messages and "who else is seeing these??" messages 😭 mc starts gradually posting semi spicy pictures to almost nudes and he literally storms to her apartment until she tells him it's just a prank and basically punishes her for pranking him like that 😵 it's 4am and I can't stop thinking about this I need to sleeppp 😭

Btw I absolutely LOVEEE your work so much especially the horny thoughts series is just *chef's kiss* thank you for your service !!😋

I hope this is what you were looking for ☺️☺️.

TW:Smut

Art: omi-resources

🍎 Tease 🍎

You lean in closer to the mirror, checking your reflection as you adjust the strap of your dress. The fabric stretches across your curves. You smirk to yourself, knowing exactly what you're doing.

It's just a harmless prank, right? Nothing too crazy.

With a few taps on your phone, you post the picture on your social media profile. But this isn't any ordinary post. No, You made sure to set the privacy settings just right, only Caleb could see it, while making it seem like your closest friends were also enjoying the sexy snapshot.

You giggle to yourself as you imagine his reaction. Will he be shocked? Angry? Possibly even a little bit jealous? The thought sends a thrill down your spine. You've always been able to get under his skin, in more ways than one. 

Grinning to yourself, you tossed your phone aside and stood up, stretching like a cat. You wondered how long it would take before Caleb said something. The anticipation was killing you.

Half an hour later, there was no message, Caleb hadn't reacted to your previous post, leaving you with only a seen notification. Two could play this game, you thought to yourself. If he wanted to ignore your provocative dress picture, then you'd give him something he really couldn't overlook.

Slowly you slid the dress off your body, letting it pool around your feet on the floor. You stood there for a moment, naked and bare, feeling a rush of empowerment and naughtiness.

You grabbed Caleb's old shirt, the one you always used as a sleep shirt. It was already worn and soft from countless washes, with holes that showed glimpses of your skin. The collar slipped down your shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of your neck and a peek of your collarbone.

You struck a pose, one hand resting on your hip while the other played with the hem of the shirt, teasingly high on your thigh. You arched your back slightly, letting the shirt ride up to expose more of your smooth skin. The picture was perfect, a study in contrasts, with the casual, almost lazy pose and the revealing nature of the shirt. It screamed "I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm just here to tease you."

Satisfied with your handiwork, you uploaded the picture and not even 5 min later you received a text.

Bingo! You had him right where you wanted him.

Who else is seeing these?

Caleb's message was short and to the point.

So you can text me for this, but ignore me for days because of a stupid fight?

His next message popped up almost instantly.

Answer the damn question. Who else is seeing these?

Well if it's set to be seen by my close friends then you should have your answer.

You hit send, knowing full well that your sarcastic quip would only serve to fuel his anger. You knew Caleb well enough to know that he would not let this go easily.

Why do you want people to see you like this? And don't say it's just a picture, this is ridiculous...

Isn't that rich coming from the guy who's been ignoring me for days because of a stupid argument? I think the real question is, why do YOU care so much who sees me like this, hmm?

No answer, again.

Your next move was risky, but the thrill of it all was simply too tempting to resist. With a newfound sense of daring, you slipped off Caleb's old shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Next, you grabbed one of his spare uniform coats he kept at your place, holding it up admiringly. The cold, dark fabric was a stark contrast to your bare skin, and you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. Perfect.

Sitting down in front of your mirror, you draped the coat over your shoulders, leaving the front open and hanging loosely off your frame. You gasped as you caught sight of your reflection, half of your breasts were on full display. Perfect indeed.

Your lack of underwear left you feeling exposed, you had no choice but to cross your legs demurely, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty. 

With shaking hands, you held up your phone, angling it just right to capture the image. The coat, the exposed skin, the crossed legs, it was a recipe for disaster. You snapped the picture, your heart pounding as you hit post, knowing full well the effect it would have on him. This was it, the final piece of the puzzle, the ultimate test of his self control.

You stared at your phone screen, your heart sinking as the minutes ticked by with no response from Caleb. Twenty minutes had passed since you posted that picture, and still, there was nothing. No angry message, no frantic call, not even a single word.

A pang of disappointment hit you. Had you pushed him too far? Did he really not care enough to respond, even in anger? You knew Caleb could be stubborn, that he had a tendency to clam up when he was furious. But this silence was deafening.

Sighing, you flopped back on your bed, your mind racing. You knew it was too late for Caleb to come over, he was all the way in Skyhaven, and he would never make the trip at this hour. No, if he was going to confront you, it would have to wait until morning.

You tossed and turned, the silence stretched on, and with each passing minute, your unease grew.

Mechanically you went about your nighttime routine, mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Caleb's silence. You brushed your teeth, went through your meticulous skincare routine, and stepped out of your room, still lost in thought. It was only as you entered the dimly lit kitchen that you glanced down and noticed you were still wearing Caleb's coat. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you realized your forgetfulness.

But when you looked back up you froze in shock at the sight of a man sitting on your couch.

"Damn it, Caleb!" you gasped, your heart leaping into your throat. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

You clutched the coat tightly around yourself, your eyes widened as you took a step back, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Answer me," you demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "What are you doing here so late? I thought you were in Skyhaven."

"I have a spare key, remember?

"Yeah, for emergencies," you retorted. "I don't think a stupid fight counts as an emergency, Caleb."

"Take down those pictures NOW"

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew that tone well, it was the same one he used as a Colonel, the one that demanded immediate obedience and left no room for argument.

"No," you said, your voice steadier than before, even as your heart raced. "You can't just barge in here and order me around."

You stood your ground, even as Caleb rose to his feet and began striding towards you "You wanted attention? I'm here. Now take them down."

"Maybe it was someone else's attention I wanted."

Wrong answer. Wrong fucking answer

You saw the shift in Caleb's demeanor a split second too late. The air around him crackled with a dangerous energy as your words sank in, the implication of them striking him like a physical blow. A muscle in his cheek twitched, the only outward sign of the rage that suddenly exploded behind his eyes. Those deep purple irises flashed with a fury you had rarely seen, even in all your years together.

In a blink, your back hit the wall, the breath knocked from your lungs as Caleb slammed his palms against it on either side of your head. He leaned in close, so close that you could feel his breath ,hot and heavy, against your face, could smell the faint whiskey scent on his breath. The coat you wore suddenly felt stifling, the wool roughly abrading your bare skin as Caleb's body pressed against yours, pinning you in place.

"You want to play games, Y/N? You'll lose. You know better"

You swallowed hard,and met his gaze defiantly. "Maybe I don't"

A humorless smirk twisted Caleb's lips "You wanted my attention," his voice was rough with a hunger that made your toes curl. "And your pussy licked. I could've done both. All you had to do was ask"

He licked, sucked and teased your pussy, bringing you to the brink again and again, only to pull back at the last moment. Hours passed in a blur of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Tears of frustration streamed down your cheeks as you begged and pleaded, your voice hoarse from crying out his name. He ignored your pleas, determined to claim every last shred of your pleasure for himself.

Finally, when you were a mess of quivering, oversensitized nerves, Caleb hauled you up and on his lap. Your legs trembled as you straddled him, your slick, swollen folds parting around his fat cock. You gasped as he filled you, stretching you wider than you had ever been stretched before.

His hands guided you up and down his length, his eyes drinking in the sight of your tits bouncing with every rise and fall.

But no matter how you circled your hips or rolled your body, you couldn't get him all the way inside. He was just too big, too thick, your tight cunt struggling to take him to the hilt.

Your legs began to shake and your movements grew sluggish as exhaustion set in. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided your movements, forcing you to take him deeper with every downward thrust. You could feel your climax building again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core as he pounded into you.

"I...I can't take it anymore, Caleb," you whimpered

Your breath hitched as Caleb flipped you on your back, his heavy body settling between your thighs. The new angle allowed him to drive his cock even deeper into you, stretching your walls around his impressive girth.

"Yes, just like that," Caleb growled as he gripped your hip bones tightly "Wider baby, let me get deep into your pretty pussy. Take every inch of me like a good girl."

Panting, you reached down and gripped the sheets beneath you, spreading your thighs wider to accommodate his thrusts. Your knees began to tremble as they pressed against the mattress on either side of you.

Your back arched sharply as Caleb's thick cock slammed dead on into that sensitive spot deep inside you, sending a shockwave of pleasure. A high, keening cry tore from your throat as you clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

"Right there, fuck Caleb, right there!" you wailed, hips bucking frantically to meet his thrusts. Desperate for more, your hand snaked down between your bodies to find your puffy clit.

Caleb's eyes darkened as he watched your fingers fly over your clit and his cock thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy, your walls clinging greedily to his shaft.

"She's clingy...fuuuuck...just like you princess"

But just as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy, your inner muscles starting to flutter and clench around him, he slapped your hand away from your clit. His grip tightened on your hip, holding you down as he loomed over you, his expression thunderous.

"No," Caleb commanded "You're not allowed to cum yet Y/N . Not until I say so"

His fingers closed around your throat, feeling you swallow as he continued to pound into you, driving you higher and higher towards your peak.

"Please Caleeeeb...."

"Later, I'm going to hold your neck just like this," Caleb rasped," so I can feel you swallow while I cum down your throat"

His words, dark and filthy and so full of carnal intent, were the final push you needed to fly apart completely.

"CUMMING! Oh fuck, Caleb, I'm CUMMING!"

The force of your orgasm was so intense, so all consuming, that you swore you could feel it in the tips of your fingers and toes. Your pussy clamped down around his shaft like a vice, your walls spasming uncontrollably as a flood of your juices gushed out around his cock.

He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck straining as he felt your release drenching his cock and balls, dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. His hips stuttered and jerked as he slammed into you one, two, three more times before burying himself to the hilt inside you.

In that moment, you knew you had truly reached the pearly gates of heaven. If you were to die right then and there, with Caleb's cock pulsing deep inside your cunt and his cum flooding your womb, it would be the most exquisite way to go. You clung to him, trembling and mewling, lost in the throes of the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.

Your body went limp beneath Caleb, the intense pleasure had drained you completely, leaving you drifting in a haze of blissful oblivion. The last thing you said before you fell into deep sleep was "It was all a prank silly"

[chrisdoll]

⟡ DRESSING ROOM ౨ৎ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

⤷ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭

⤷ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩.

chris watches you as you wiggle into a bathing suit in the dressing room. you're both getting ready for a summer vacation to hawaii and chris insisted on coming to the store with you. he'd told you how much he loved watching you try on clothes, and that he wanted to see all the bathing suits you would try on this time. you didn't mind too much, and picked out a bunch of suits you thought he would like.

this one is a nice red color that makes your eyes pop. it's high-waisted, but it's not too big, it hugs your body perfectly. as you turn around, chris moves close to you, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. "fuck, you look incredible," he tells you, his voice low and sultry. he's standing directly behind you, his chest pressed against your back, and his face buried in your neck. he nips at your skin, his fingers digging into your sides.

he guides your hand to the front of the bathing suit, showing you the mirror. "look how hot you are," he growls in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. you can feel him getting hard against your back. without waiting for your permission, his hand slips into the front of your bathing suit. you moan as his fingers slip into your folds, finding your already wet pussy. he pumps his fingers in and out of you, rubbing at your clit. he's making you so wet already.

"keep looking in the mirror, baby," he tells you, his voice low and sultry. "if you look away, i'm gonna stop." you don't want him to stop. his fingers are working magic on your body, making you so hot and needy. but moaning, oh god, you're moaning so loud. chris's free hand comes up to cover your mouth.

"shh, baby. other people might hear." he whispers to you, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. "you're so fucking hot, but you need to be quiet." he takes his hand out of your bathing suit, and spins you around to face him. without giving you any warning, he grabs your head and presses it down towards his dick.

"suck my dick, baby. that'll keep you quiet." you don't argue with him. instead, you sink to your knees and start to undo his pants. you can feel your arousal dripping down your legs. he's not wrong, he is so good with his fingers.

as soon as his pants are down, you take his hard dick in your mouth. you suck on it eagerly, bobbing your head up and down. chris is moaning above you, his fingers tangling in your hair. "god, you look so sexy right now," he tells you, his voice strained with pleasure. "i love seeing you in that bathing suit while you suck my dick."

he thrusts into your mouth, not caring that you're still wearing the bathing suit you were trying on. you don't care either, though. you're too focused on making him cum. it doesn't take long before chris is pulling out of your mouth, cum dripping down your chin and the front of the bathing suit. "i'm gonna cum all over that perfect body," he warns you, his voice hoarse.

you watch in the mirror as he comes all over your stomach, the cum mixing with your arousal. he's breathing heavily as he looks at you in the mirror, a wicked smile on his face. "yeah, that's definitely the one," he says with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

© chrisdoll

⤷ 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 🪽: im scared no ones gonna like this but anyway hi!!

💌: @chrislova