#my neck is hurting from how badly im sleeping

[celticwoman]

when will it end!!!!!!!!!!

[ratioaven]

spoilers for 2.1 !!!!!!!

aventurine rant, please keep in my mind that these are my own thoughts and interpretations. im extremely sleep deprived lol so im sorry if i got anything wrong

something thats been on my mind since yesterday are these lines.

from the start to me, it was very clear aventurine had self esteem/worth issues because of how he treats his own life, but the line that says “the other hand is below the table, clutching your chips for dear life” stuck out to me.

i always assumed aventurine was so incredibly confident in his luck but in reality he is afraid. he’s terrified that he’ll lose. it’s an act. he convinces himself, he fools himself, he forces himself to act like he’s confident he’ll win, when in reality even if he does win, he’s still clutching his chips under the table for dear life because of how terrified he is of losing.

that really messed with me to be honest. i feel tricked and what’s ironic is that he tricks his opponents into thinking he’s confident, and he also tricked ME the player but really, this made my heart break in two because i had absolutely no clue up until now.

so why does he act this way

all throughout his life, aventurine has had his pride stripped away. just try to imagine being in his shoes. i myself do not think i could deal with the situations he was put in. i cannot stress this enough, aventurine has a mark on his neck that screams to him that he has once belonged to someone. he has had his pride stripped away from him countless times. but it’s ironic because aventurine is introduced as a very prideful and flashy man. you start to realize the front aventurine puts on is his own way of protecting himself. it’s how he’s able to live basically. i wanna go into more detail but i will later.

as it was said before, aventurine is an uptight person who worries. he is extremely afraid of losing and he has a massive inferiority complex. aventurine may seem like a go lucky person on the outside, but in actuality he is not. he is not happy. he has no self worth, he believes he has nothing to live for, and he has no problem with throwing his life away. aventurine believes the only good thing he brings to the table is his luck.

but this brings me to my next point.

aventurine may not realize it, but he is so much more than his luck. he has so many good qualities and he doesn’t seem to realize it. even if some of it may be an act, he’s still able to pull it off. he’s still an intelligent business man who is both charming and cunning EVEN if it may be an act, those are still amazing qualities to have in his line of work.

but more importantly, aventurine chose to live. despite witnessing his family die, being a slave, and tortured, he chose to live. he chooses to. i cannot stress this enough. this man has gone through hell and back. he truly has had an incredibly difficult life to the point where my heart hurts so so badly for him. he made the decision to stay alive.

that says more than enough about his character.

and last but not least, aventurine wants one thing, and that is to be with his family. he’s witnessed horrible things in his life that no one should ever go through. he lost everyone close to him, he lost his people. he has nothing to live for and he values his life so little to the point where he has no problem with dying. the only real thing that he wants is just to see his family.

and he will one day, but in the meantime, i genuinely hope this man can find a reason to live, and ratio already gave him one just by that note. i just truly wish aventurine happiness while he lives the rest of his life.

i guess this is a topic that really hits me hard because i know all too well that choosing to live life isn’t easy sometimes and i just love aventurine.

let’s all appreciate how truly amazing his character is.

[thelurchinghound]

hiii i dunno if id be first request or if u even take them im so sorry if u dont !!! but i was wondering maybe something yandere non con smut? x human male reader !! kink wise maybe somnophilia, knife play, blood? thank u for reading this, have a nice day/night <33

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Gender: Male reader

Kinks/Warning(s): Non-con, somnophilia, knifeplay, blood, drugging.

A/N: Grrrr I love somnophilia. Didn't know if you wanted a monster yandere so I just made it with my yandere slasher oc who has monster traits but its not really mentioned in this fic. This is a really old request that I got 70% done but then forgot about it.

Oc(s) used: Elias (Killer/Slasher) | Words: 701 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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Elias had been observing you for a while now. He was always watching but never acting on his impulses, and fuck did he have a lot of them. How badly Elias desires to see you gagging on his cock, your tears staining your cheeks, his name carved into your thigh. He had even gifted you a stuffed plush of your favorite animal, a camera in its eye to watch over you. 

He had kept his patience for so long, but then you took that fucking stupid punk home. It drove him up the wall. Literally, Elias climbed up your house and into your room through your window. How stupid were you, doll, to leave your window unlocked? Oh well, it just makes it more uncomplicated for him. It was almost like you wanted this. You took that spiked drink without any thought. He thinks to himself.

Elias quietly slinks through your room, mindful not to knock anything over. His cock was already bulging in his pants, just as enthusiastic as he was. Stalking up to you with a broad grin, his gloved hand skimming your cheek. "Hey there, doll." He whispers to you, his slender body shifting to straddle your own. Fuck, he wanted to tear off all your clothes right then and there but no. He had to be patient. "You're so fucking stunning when you sleep," Elias mutters softly, his gloved hands gingerly working down your unconscious form. Black gooey tendrils slither from under his shirt, reaching out towards you. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

He used his knife to cut through your shirt to expose your bare chest. The blade cuts your skin a little. Elias trails his lips down from the nape of your neck to the hem of your pants, lapping at any driblets of blood that well up from the thin cuts. His hot tongue rubs up against your perky nipple, his tongue piercing a stark difference to it. He could feel his cock getting more erect at the thought of you under him now. So pure, so innocent, unknowing of what was happening to you. 

Elias wastes no time pulling down your pants. I've waited long enough. He thinks to himself, his hands trembling while pulling down your underwear. Those tendrils of his wrapping around your legs, spreading them out for him. God, you look so beautiful. 

He takes his time prepping you. The killer wasn't that stupid. It's not like he wanted to hurt you too much. He just wanted to make you his own. His gloved hands ran over your body once he got done prepping you, wiping off the lube he used on his pants. Elias fumbled around his pants pocket to grab a condom he had brought. 

He unzips his jeans, pulls his cock out, and slips the protection on him. Once he gets himself situated, he starts to push into your tight ass. Soft groans leave him with each inch he forces into you. "Fuck, there we go. Just let me in, doll."

The black drooping tendrils slither up your thighs more, tightening around like snake coils. The tendrils hold your legs up higher for Elias as he starts thrusting harshly in you. Soft grumbles leave the killer. Elias was finally getting his prize. He had killed so much competition to get here. Many other guys think they could steal you away from him. No. You were his from the start, from the second his eyes laid on you.

His thrust starts to get harder and deeper, balls slapping against you with each movement he makes. Gloved hands gripping your hips, squeezing the supple skin there, the grip would surely leave bruises afterward. Elias starts to get sloppy, leaving small kisses along your neck and collarbone. But just marking you with his mouth wasn't enough. He wanted something more permanent. 

After finally finishing inside you, filling up the condom with his cum he grabs his knife. His tendrils helped move you around so he could carve his name into your flesh. The cold metal of the blade slices your skin in harsh swipes. "Don't worry, baby. I won't let anyone else harm you. Only me."

[mymelodymia]

Hey bby how r u? I got a request cause my emotions have been wonky asf can you write where Mike has a younger sis like 13-14 basically going through a lot and is getting bullied at school for not being the "prettiest" being teased and picked on constantly for being the "weird" one, shy, mostly to themselves hard to make friends etc. Iv gone through that and it sucks :(

Uhh fluffy lots of comfort mike lowkey beats the shot outta them. Anyways ty 😊 have a good one hun 🩷

Bullys // Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: you're being bullied and don't say anything,

Warnings: bullying, bruises, Mike beating the shit out of some middle-schoolers,

Age: 13

A/N: hi baby! I'm doing good, I hope you like the way this came out 🥰

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You had been being bullied for a while now. You kept it a secret for a while, most nights you cried yourself to sleep. What did you do to them? You hadn't done anything to them, they just did it to be little pains in the ass.

You tried to make friends but no one liked you and you didn't know why. You got good grades, you helped people in class, and you were literally the sweetest person in the world.

One day you couldn't take it anymore, you were riding home on your bike when you were suddenly hit the ground. Some kids had pushed you, (assholes) you skined your knees on the road, and Injured your palms from catching yourself.

They all took turns kicking you, before an old man walked out in a robe, yelling at them to get off his lawn (sorry)

You were badly injured from the force of the kicks. You could barely stand back up. You had been able to cover up most of your bruises with hoodies and sweaters, but you couldn't take it anymore

You broke down crying on your bike, sobbing loudly. You somehow had the strength to slowly peddle the bike and got home two hours after your curfew. It was now sundown, the street lights had turned on not long ago.

Mike was extremely worried about you. You had been very distant and quiet over the past few months. You spent most of your time in your room. And you oddly always left food on your plate. He didn't know why, he assumed it was connected to puberty in a way.

But when he saw you biking down the street, he let out a sigh of relief, but soon turned angry.

"Where have you been!? Do you know how late it i-" he yelled, pausing when he saw your tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. "What happened? W-who did.....whats wrong?" He asked holding one of your shoulders

You slowly took of the jacket you were using to hide the cuts and bruises all along your body. He gasped and gently caressed a few down your arm.

You sniffed and he hugged you. Wrapping his strong arms around you securely. "Who did this to you?" He asked as you sobbed into him. "Y/n...please tell me who it was, i need names." He said in a soft tone.

You slowly whispered every single person who ever hurt you. And that took a while since practically everyone in the school was bullying you.

He listened carefully, remembering everything you said. He carried you inside, sitting on the couch, he allowed you to crawl into his lap and cling to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, he held you to his chest. He couldn't belive someone would hurt his baby sister. This disbelief quickly turned into anger.

Filled with rage, he slowly set you down and took his car keys and put on his coat. You didn't have the strength to follow him, so you curled up into a ball and sat there for a good hour.

Mike returned with a small bruise on his cheek, just under his eye. Let's just say that he took care of them 😈

He picked you up like a baby, cradling you in his arms. He walked you over to his room and plopped you down, forgetting about your injuries.

When you winced in pain he immediately apologized, "oh im so sorry, i forgot, im sorry baby.." he said taking you his arms again, kissing the top of your head.

He walked out for a moment and returned with a tube of something, he applied a small amount to his cheek in a mirror, before coming over to you.

He rubbed it gently into your skin, being sure not to hurt you.

You thanked him when he was finished, he set the tube down on his night table, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you gently. You rested your head on his chest softly.

"Mike."

"Hmm" he responded, waiting Patiently for you to continue. "They have been doing this for a few months now, they'd call me fat and ugly all the time and whenever i would laugh they'd say its ugly." You kept going on and on about what they did to you for a few more minutes.

"Y/n, baby, you are not fat, and your laugh is one of my favorite things to hear, dont let that stuff get to you okay? I love you, and since i haven't heard you laugh in so long i would definitely tickle you right now, but i might hurt you so, just wait until your bruises are gone" he said with an evil smirk on his face. You whimpered, giggling at the same time, you snuggled into his chest.

He ran his fingers through your dark curly locks, rocking you back and forth, he sung you a lullaby to lull you to sleep. This was one of the only nights were he didn't dream abt Garrett.

This was a good excuse.

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[artificialbreezy]

okay so theoretically,,, idek if Matt smokes but i can’t stop thinking abt like,, fwb!Matt who shares his weed but only if you earn it. getting you to ride his thigh, praising you for being so good for him. talking you through it, one hand on your hip to guide you, the other pulling up your shirt so he can leave marks across your chest. he doesn’t even care if you’re making a mess on his pants, they can be washed, but the memory of you getting yourself off, using him to come undone? he could die a happy man

i am simply perishing

girl i’m fucking DEAD over this thought

i’m sorry i’m a sucker for fwb to lovers so don’t mind me

CW: poorly written smut, mentions of drug use (just weed but still), pet names, kinda filthy language, a lil bit of daddy kink bc Matt is in fact daddy. sorry LOL, no actual p in v smut just me rambling really and poorly written smutty themes (im trying bro)

NSFW below the cut ◡̈

but maybe there was a rule of no kissing. kissing equals feelings ya know? so that’s the big rule. like he doesn’t mind kissing your neck down to your chest, but the face? off limits. until today. he’s tired of hiding how feels. he just wants you to be his. he’s tired of people staring at you when you’re in public and his friends making comments about how hot you are. he knows it all. he knows he said no strings attached, but after a year of sleeping together and hanging out all the time he couldn’t help it. so when he woke up that morning and sent you the “hey, wanna come smoke with me?” text, he knew something was gonna happen. he knew he was either reading the situation wrong and this was gonna end the relationship or he was not reading the situation wrong and he’s gonna walk away with a partner.

he was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard his front door open and saw you walk in. “hey dollface.” he smiled towards you. “hi Matty” you blushed his way. you'd think after everything you two had done you wouldn't be so nervous around the man in front of you. You couldn't help it. after the year you've really gotten to know Matt, you couldn't help but feel a certain way. you couldnt help but want to make him happy, you lived to hear his praise. whether that's in his bedroom or around all your friends. you just wanted him to be proud of you. to look at you like you were the only person around, but he said at the very beginning "no strings, honey. you can do that right?" and as much as it hurt to know at any moment he could call it quits, you were just happy to have him in some capacity.

Matt was in front of you with his hands on your waist before you had time to get out of your head. "I have a preroll with your name on it, if you want it of course. you know I'll never force you into it." you chuckled a little, "have I ever told you no before?" he pulled your face to his, lips brushing against yours ever so gently. "never, cause you're my good girl huh?" you nodded against his lips. too scared that if you spoke, he'd move away from you. scared that maybe you were imagining his lips against yours. like this was all some dream. it wasn't until Matt closed the slight gap between the two of you that you realized he was doing this. he broke his rule. there were strings, pulling you to each other and this was proof.

Matt was pulling you towards his couch while his mouth was on yours and his hands traveling down your body until he landed on your ass. he pulled away for a spilt second, just long enough to fall back and pat his lap, signaling you to have a seat. you crawled into his lap, your legs on either side of him. he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to your lips before he spoke up. "I want you, no. I need you to show me something. can you do that for me baby?" nodding, you said "anything you want Matt." "I need you to show me how badly you need me. I need to know how you feel. I need to feel you make a mess all over my pants. I need you to show me what you need."

His hands were on your hips, guiding you against his thigh. "come on, baby. need to hear how good you feel. how good I'm making you feel. when I'm not even inside you." whimpering as you picked up speed, chasing a high you were desperate to feel. "daddy.." "oh there she is, come on sweet girl. I know you want to. can you be my best girl? can you give daddy what he wants?" you nodded vigorously. “uh huh. uh huh anything you want.” “that’s a good girl. I know you’re close. give me what I want and i’ll make it worth your while angel.” that was enough to push you over the edge. Matt helped move your hips once he saw your body stutter so he could help you ride out your high. you slowly stopped, leaning your head against Matt’s shoulder trying to catch your breath.

“sweetheart, we gotta talk about some things.” Matt rubbed your back as he spoke. you nodded against him, scared of what he was going to say to you now. “i’d like to take you on a date, kiss you a bunch more times because now that i’ve gotten a taste i don’t think i can go back and hold your hand in public. if you’ll let me of course.” you didn’t answer him, not trusting your voice. you sat up, grabbed the boys face and connected your lips once again.

[luveline]

I know this is a long shot and probably too asks you for, but pregnancy loss with Eddie? Im on my own in this and I lost my daughter last week at 24 weeks and I've been reading your fic to try to calm down before bed, I know it's a heavy ask feel free to ignore.

hey my love, i wanted to say thank you for your request, and that i am so, so sorry for your loss. i can't imagine how you feel, i know words just aren't accurate for how it must feel for you. i hope this can offer you even the tiniest bit of comfort, and that you're as okay as you can be during such a difficult time. all my love <3 

cw for pregnancy loss

Your face fits like a jigsaw piece in the curve of Eddie's neck. His chin presses gently to the top of your head, his arms wrapped loosely around your ribs where he holds you from behind. The bedroom is dark, and the TV is off. You can't bear the noise. 

His hand eases up to just under your chest. "Wanna try eating something?" he asks. 

"I don't think so," you say. Your voice is near monotonous. You know you're breaking his heart, if it isn't already completely shattered. You just can't seem to find the will to move. 

"No?" he asks, rubbing your sternum over your t-shirt gently. "That's okay. We can eat something in the morning, sweetheart. Just don't want you sleeping hungry." 

You turn your face further into his chest, rubbing your nose into his chest. You hope it says that you're here for him as he's here for you, but you're not feeling present. 

He smells like his hair conditioner even hours after he showered. You sniff. The sniff turns to a sniffle of its own accord, your hand coming to rest against your stomach. The pain of it all hits you like an unstoppable wave, and it's a surprise how quickly it can turn from an under the skin thrumming to full body agony. 

You can't breathe, it hurts that badly. 

Eddie sounds teary as he says, "Sweetheart, it's okay. It's okay." His face drops further down. He's pleading with you. "It's alright, just breathe." 

It's hard to quantify the feeling. Grief like paralysis. There's only one thing you want that could help, and it is devastating, because it's the one thing you can't have. Eddie's offered to do so much for you but he can't change what's happened. 

You press your hand to your stomach and the agony turns white hot —you can't think. 

Eddie hushes you softly, turning you in his embrace so he can pat your back. It's worse for a moment to be treated with the tenderness he would treat a child, knowing what you've lost, but the constant touch and rhythm helps you to breathe. To cry without gasping for air. 

"It's okay," he says again quietly. You think he might be crying too, his face hidden but his voice tenuously strung. "Please don't wind yourself up again, honey. I know it hurts, but you scared me… I need you to take it easy, please." 

"I–" Sobs from what feels to be the base of your chest shake apart your words. "I just want her, I just– I– Eddie. If I just–" 

"No," he cuts you off firmly. "Stop it." 

"But if I–" 

"Stop it. I'm serious. There was nothing else you could do." His arms cross over your back, the bridge of his nose pressed hard to your temple. "You did everything you could do. You did everything. And I'm so proud of you for how you're making it through this, I'm," —a breathlessness trips him up— "so sorry."

"It's not your fault," you say. You feel sick. 

"And it's not yours. You have to know that." 

You needle your arm under his back, clinging to his chest. "I'm scared I won't make it through this," you confess into his shirt, barely audible, your shoulders tensing.

"You will. I'm right here with you, but you're more than strong enough all by yourself. Strongest girl I ever met, and you can lean on me as long as you need to, alright? I don't care how long you need to feel like this, honey, s'long as you give yourself a break." The heel of his palm drives a long and slow path to the small of your back. "I love you. It's not fair." 

You tilt your head back and push your hand up to his cheek. He immediately moves into your palm. "I love you," you whisper. 

"Try and get some rest, alright? I'll be here when you wake up." Eddie meets your eyes. His gaze is sorry, and loving, and endlessly patient. "Promise." 

You squeeze your eyes closed and try to sleep. 

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can i request Lucy x M!reader somno?

YES!!! ⛅️🎀🐶🎀✨

MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M!Reader, reader has a penis, reader referred to as he/him, SOMNO, DUBCON, BJ, p in v, fem dom, unprotected sex, praise! baby trapping (basically not really said, if y’all want breeding stuff tho lemme no 🤤✨) creampie

Status: Recently Dating

Sweat damp, furrowing brows worry Lucy as she admires you in your sleep, her own eluding her in the nighttime.

You are stuck in a deep night terror, it’s mostly just simple, yet excruciatingly vivid colors morphing and bursting behind your eyelids and there’s this overwhelming feeling of fear and dread haunting you. You feel sick even in the dream, not that you are aware it even is one.

She entered your apartment again on her own, this time she broke a part of your window to get in, you really should of given her a key by now.

She sits next to you on your bed, her guts guiltily toiling with the want for you she had brought with herself tonight.

“Y/N…?” She whispers. “Y/N?”

She tries not to move too much on the mattress not to wake you, as she readjusts, bringing her head closer to your face, she kisses your cheek first. Softly and deeply, at the same time she inhaled your comforting scent.

You stay asleep.

Lucy smiles so sweetly as she looks you over, you’re so helpless, lying there. she tugs just a little on your collar, lifting your jaw slightly by the back of your neck. Your head rolls to the side, then you mumble, and stop furrowing your brow as she lets go.

She’s petting you, and kissing you all while you remain unconscious, running her featherlight touches down your arms, clawing your scalp lightly, she loves your hushed little moans and gasps. Her lips and teeth graze your skin, teasing you and testing the limit of your slumber.

Her hands find your dick already half hard. Her little pussy quivers in excitement. You want her, even in your sleep!? She couldn’t be happier!

She kisses the tip of your cock, and wraps her lips around it, at first bobbing only over the head. She looks up at you, her mouth around your dick, making sure you’re still asleep, when she slowly lowers her mouth until she’s gagging around your base.

After she can no longer handle it she pulls up shaking her head from side to side as she sucks it, giving you a crazy sensation.

Your brows are peaking at this point, and she hops up over you, the rocking of the bed and shifting of her weight is almost enough to wake you, but you stay asleep until the moment your dick is enveloped fully by her hot, spongey pussy, and with a gasp, you sit up, grabbing her hips.

“hmm!” She hums shocked and excited at the same time. “Sorry Y/N! I just wanted you so badly!! Please let me fuck you!” She’s already rocking her hips over you, eliciting deeper grunts from you, your brows stuck together from the pressure squeezing tightly around your member.

“Lu-Lucy! I just— Wasn’t expecting this…” You don’t deny her, and your hips are moving in time with her rocking and bouncing, your dick wanting to bury itself deeper inside of her on its own.

“Ah!!! mmm! Y/N!! Y/N!!! I love you!!!” She has one hand on her breast and one musing her fiery hair, before she lowers one to your abdomen, it tickles so much at first your belly jumps and you inhale sharply. Your cock throbs and twitches, causing her to cry out, “Oh my gods!!!! Do that again!!” Her voice is deeper and desperate.

“Fuck Lucy! I’m gonna—!!”

“Yes!!! Yes!!!! YES!!! YES!!!” She chants becoming erratic in her movements, you feel her cum around your cock and her insides squeeze and contract trying to milk you, it almost hurts how badly you have to release until, you shoot up into an almost sitting position, and shoot your load deep inside her. Your arms naturally encircle her waist and your face fits perfectly between her breast, for you to catch your breath.

She hugs you back and pets you, “You did such a good job!” She coos excitedly, and squeezes you tighter.

[vikingstoner69]

Fandom; one piece

Paring: Zoro/reader

Warnings; unsafe sex, biting, choking, possoves zoro

A/N: I know this took absolutely forever! I'm really sorry it's been a rough month for me and haven't been able to do much writing. As always feedback is always welcome and my ask box is open as well.

You can see your breath as you walk beside Brook where you were freezing in this part of wano. Things had taken a turn for the worst like normal and you all were now being hunted down. You had heard Zoro was badly injured so you came with Brook to see how he was doing, you were not expecting what you found though.

"We were just sleeping!" You hear Zoro yell and peek your head inside to find Zoro laying on a mat with a beautiful woman laying beside him and you feel your heart crack. Zoro and you had been fooling around and as time went on you had thought he had felt the same you did, guess not. Biting your lip you feel eyes on you and see Zoro stare at you but you don't look him in the eye.

"I'm going back to the hut Brook" you say loudly enough for everyone to hear as tears feel your eyes. You had no right to be angry. He was not yours to clam and he could do whatever he wanted but It still hurt more than you had liked.

"Well okay, are you sure? We just got here" he says looking at you, you look at him then finally at Zoro once you pull yourself together, you would not let him see how much this hurt you.

"Yeah, I have seen all I need too and he is clearly more than fine" you say harshly, venom laced at the end making Brook look at you oddly and you heard a groan come from the hut you were standing at.

"Oi! (Y/N)! Wait!" You hear Zoro call but you ignore him and keep walking. You bite your lip harshly and hold back yours when you feel him grab your arm.

"Let go!" You snap, turning and yanking your arm free, you were pissed and hurt and wanted to be left alone. Zoro glares at you and your tone.

"What is the matter with you!?" He growls clearly not happy with your attitude but you didn't really care at that point. You ball your hands into fits wanting to punch him but you think better of it.

"Why don't you go back to her, I'm done being your plaything Zoro!" You snarl and turn away from heading back into your hut slamming the slide door behind you leaving you in a low lit room with the only light coming from the fire. You roughly rub your eyes from the tears and you felt like you wanted to scream.

"You wanna explain what you mean by that" you jump and swing around at his voice, the glim in his eye is dangerous and you almost feel like prey under his stare.

"You heard exactly what I said Zoro! I'm done with whatever the hell this is! I'm done being in love with a man who doesn't feel the same! Im-" your rant is cut off as your back hits the wall and you look up at Zoro who now towers over you and you feel your stomach drop, you knew he would never hurt you but that look excited you more than it should.

"You're not leaving me (y/n) and you're more than a play thing! Your mine" he said huskily and your mouth goes dry at his words. Zoro leans down and kisses you deeply pulling your face and body close to him and your arms are placed on his chest. You try to push him away but he is hard as stone making him growl and nip your lip and you moan.

"But your injury?" You moan as he sucks a mark into your neck. Zoro chuckles darkly before he bites leaving a mark behind that he soothes with his tongue making you cry out.

"Nothing is going to stop me from showing you that you're mine in every way" he says huskily, never breaking eye contact, your hands run up his chest to rest behind his neck where you run your nails through his hair there making him shiver.

"And you're mine?" You whisper his lips so close to yours. Zoro reaches for your hand and he places it on his chest.

"Every last part of me til I take my last breath" he says, you lean up and kiss him deeply and he growls lifting you up and you wrap your legs around him and moan at the friction. Zoro carries you over to the mat on the floor and lays you down hovering over you. Zoro undresses you leaving you bere under him.

"Zoro!" You moan your back arching as he kisses and bites down your neck. You reach up pushing his kimono open and your nails run down his chest making him growl. You lean up kissing and biting his neck leaving marks behind and he groans grinding into you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks huskily his hot length running through your folds making you moan and you look up at him.

"You zoro I belong to you, and you belong to me" you moan and he smirks before he slowly enters you and you cling to him. You let out a moan at the stretch and burn as he bottoms out, no matter how many times you two have done this he always feels too big.

“Always so wet and tight for me” he groans as he lets you adjust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his bottom lip making him growl.

“Always for you, now fuck me zoro I need you” you moan clinging to him tightly. Zoro groans and starts to move his thrusts rocking your body making your nails claw down his back.

“Fuck your mine! All mine” he growls his hand wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you making you cry out his name.

“Oh fuck zoro! There!” You cry out as your toes curl. Zoro snarls at the sounds he was making you make and every time your nails clawed down his back he would see stars.

“Fuck! I wanna feel you cum on my cock” he growled as he pounded into you. You cling to him as the knot grows tighter, you are so close.

“Zoro please, I'm so close!” You moan your hips thrusts up taking him deeper and he groans.

“Come for me” he groans and you tighten around him as you cum hard.

“Zoro!” You cry out as you cum, Zoro hips slams into you once more before he stalls and you feel his hot cum shoot inside of you.

“God Dammit (y/n)” he pants as he leans his head down trying to catch his breath as you do the same. Zoro pulls back and grins down at you as he slowly pulls out loving the face you make every time he does. You look up at him and stroke his face softly and he leans down and kisses you deeply, stealing your breath once again.

“Never forget your mind, but I'm always here to remind you” he chuckled dark and you lean up your naked breasts rub his chest and you feel his cock twitch. You grin and flip him on his back so you were now straddling him, his hands resting on your hips as you lean down close to his ear.

“your mine Zoro don't you forget that, don't make me chain you up” you say hottiy in his ear before biting his neck.

“Promise?” He chuckles darkly and you sit up a bit.

“Don't start something we don't have time for” you smirk, climbing off him and looking for your clothes.

“Just you wait” he grins.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 16

Phantom rubbed his temples in a vain attempt to make his growing headache disappear, "So you're challenging me?"

The new ghost- a vigilante- who was fully convinced he was an evil tyrant and wouldn't listen to anything he said confirmed, so Phantom got up from his throne intending not to hurt the guy too badly and send him home. Unfortunately, Phantom made the same mistake that all his own enemies made in the past.

He underestimated his opponent.

This was how he found him self laying on his back staring up at 'Robin' in a daze with a slave collar around his neck. Robin explained the collar was the only way he could activate the "Right of Conquest" without killing Phantom and remove his power at the same time. This would prevent his allies from being too mad with him and essentially turn Phantom into a battery for the new king to feed on. The former king really wasn't sure if the guy was being smug explaining things to him that he should already know or if he knew that Danny definitely didn't know this because he never had the time to learn every little detail about the world he lived (resided?) in. Either way he was semi greatful for the explanation as to why he was suddenly powerless.

After that Phantom was more or less forced to follow Robin around the castle and keep as a sort of "show of victory" or whatever. Danny made sure to stand tall and dignified despite it all. He wasn't sure what the birdie was thinking, but the people gasping, whispering and glaring at him instead of the supposed evil king behind him may have tipped him off that something wasn't quite right.

Phantom couldn't really bring himself to blame the guy, the people that manipulated him where warlords, cult leaders and conquers who were known for tricking people into doing thier dirty work and making themselves look like saints while doing it.

The coronation was scheduled surprisingly quickly. It was no surprise that the Observants and other rotten politicians liked this new king, but not for the reasons the kingling would have thought. Robins temper would be a justifiable reason to lock him away in his own sarcophagus Pariah Dark style if he acts too violently so he would need to reign in his rage if he wanted to survive the political storm coming his way.

Danny curled up in the corner of his (now former) bedroom as Robin began inspecting the room for traps. The former king pointed out what few traps he had willingly and told the bird how to disable them. After Robin was satisfied he seemed to be preparing to change and go to bed, "You are dismissed."

Danny didn't move, fully intending to sleep right there on the floor.

"Tt. I said you are dismissed."

"Theres no where for me to go. I destroyed the slave quarters early on in my reign. I never planned on using it. I only have three servants quarters and all of them are occupied. They also don't have the the protections that the slaves quarters or the royal chambers would have."

"Why would you need protection? You are my property now. No one is allowed to touch you."

"That won't stop them. These people are monsters and I took away thier victims and punching bags. I took away thier control over the masses and thier ability to torture the other souls here. They'd do anything to get thier hands on me in this state." Danny shuddered at the thought.

Robin gave him a look, as if he knew exactly the types of things these sickos would do to Phantom if they found him alone and unable to protect himself. "Whats stopping you from attacking me in my sleep?"

"The collar for one. I can't harm you thanks to its precautionary features. I wouldn't want to anyway. Deafeating someone in ritual single combat is not the same as outright murder. I wouldn't get the crown back. I wouldn't want to kill you anyway. As I've stated before, those people are angry with me and would do anything to get thier claws on me. If im caught without you to protect me...let's just say I'm better off not being undead anymore.

Robin grimace, weather it be from the reality of the situation or the wordplay was anyone's guess but in the end the new king allowed him to stay. He even threw Danny a pillow which was way more than he expected. He thanked the other teen and they went to sleep.

Danny awoke the next morning to his king brushing his teeth (an unnecessary task for the dead) in the ensuite bathroom. Danny had kept a whole bunch of spare hygiene products in there for his friends and his living form if he chose to stay in it long enough for it to be needed. Robin seemed to have no problem using them as he came out smelling like mint and Dannys strawberry shampoo.

Sitting up he realized he was drapped in one of the spare quilts he kept in the closet. Did...did Robin go looking for a blanket to cover him up? That was kind of him. It was in this moment he decided he officially liked this guy. Danny took his turn to shower and brush his teeth. It was to clear his thoughts and had nothing to do with the glare his king sent him after Danny had put the blanket away. Had he done something to offend him? All he did was thank him for the blanket.

Later in the day Robin met with a few of Phantoms old allies and Phantom set the record straight about the vicious rumors going around about thier new king. Phantom told them in front of Robin that he was trustworthy and he was lied to and that was the reason Robin ever fought him in the first place. Danny asked them to help Robin as he was in danger of being set up to look like a new tyrant and not to tell anyone anything about Robin until after he's officially crowned king as that might scare the Observants and the others into delaying the coronation or trying to come up with a new scheme to stop Robin from taking the throne.

Once they succeeded and Robin was officially King birdy summoned all the people Phantom had told him about, the tyrants. The Observants, the evil lesser kings, and once he had them all in the same room he slaughtered them. All of them. Without mercy.

Damian grinned, fangs sharp and blade outstretched. Thanks to Phantom and his collar he now had the power to destroy entire worlds with one hand tied behind his back and he knew it

Somewhere in his home dimension, Bruce got a chill down his spine, Tim felt the overwhelming urge to hide, and Thalia was filled with a sudden pride for her dear son.

[starr666]

No Sleep in the Sheets

IB: Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

gn!reader;unspecified reader parts

Cw: angst???, light smut???, mentions of hallucinating, light knife-play???, sadzawa, idk what im doing???

minors dni

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Context??: You are Aizawa’s past lover that passed away in a tragic accident. Aizawa struggles with the reality of what has happened and even started having hallucinations …or at least that's what he thought it was.

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…One…two…THREE empty Coors Light boxes scattered across the room as the sleep deprived pro-hero tried to drown out his sorrows. To wash away the pain of seeing your reflection in the mirror once more after his shower.

“I’m going fucking crazy” he mutters to himself, wiping the stray tear that fought to fall down as the glass bottle hits the hardwood floor. There it goes again, the random wafts of your thrifted perfume that you wore often when you first started dating flooded his senses. He picks up another bottle, removing the spiked cap with his calloused fingers to inhale the yeast stench that overpowered your flowery but rustic scent, even if its effect only worked for less than a minute.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Not seeing your lover cope in such a way. It's been weeks. He already barely gets a wink of sleep on a daily basis but lately Aizawa has been going on 3 day long benders, stumbling into work despite being given paid leave to deal with the grief. Always trying to save everyone but himself.

Ghosts are not to interfere with the daily lives of the living, no matter how badly it hurts to see.

“He seems so lonely”,you found yourself whispering every now and then as you watched him from various spots in the now trashed apartment you shared. It was often followed by a soft cringe from him…as he could hear the sharp and piercing version of your voice. He just chalked it up to paracusia.

wOOSH, you snatch up the bottle from his weak grasp

He stares at the floating bottle making its way to the dresser with wide eyes.

“This isn’t the way, my love.” you whisper, knowing he will flinch from the altered version of your once light and comforting voice. You needed to find a way to tell him that you were there. You find your legs making their way over to your side of the bed that he refused to sleep on and you pull him into you.

“Y-Y/N?” He stuttered in confusion. He had so many questions but they were muffled as he found himself sinking into your familiar warmth. His 5 senses being fulfilled by you.

Your smell, even if it wasn’t real, the comfort the smell brought him was too much to pass up. He found himself wrapping his arms around your figure and nuzzling his head where your neck would be.He missed your touch. He felt your small kisses showering his forehead. Being able to feel him again just made you want to do more. And luckily, he still knew your body like the back of his hand. ‘Just a taste’, the both of you think before finding yourselves in a deep kiss. One filled with love, hurt, and desperation. His kisses were still a bit sloppy due to the beer but who cared when your tongues danced their familiar tango? Hearing your soft pants that overrode his whines as he used his knee to get you aroused while your hand rubbed and squeezed at his ever-growing bulge. The sight of the knife you kept in the dresser next to the bed from your friskier nights together against gently pressing against his stomach as you rode his length. The knife pressing deeper into him as your hole consumed him further.

The familiar pain only turned him on more, which was apparent in the way his member twitched inside of you, ready to burst as blood began to trickle down to where both parties’ joint arousal pooled.

“Shit, you still take that dick like a champ…”,he mutters under his breath, struggling to keep his composure but with the sounds of your bodies colliding it was impossible. You use your free hand to choke him, hard. He relishes in the feeling, being completely fine if this ended up being the thing that meant he’d be able to be with you again.

“Gonna c-cum- ah shit-“ he curses through his release, his thick spurts of cum coating your walls, causing you to also finish. You both let out heavy breaths as you recover. You subconsciously let your ghoulish body rest upon his chest, a gentle sigh escaping his lips from the feeling. Neither of you are moving in fear of the consequences of this.

Bonus Angst based on Francesca by Hozier

Aizawa’s dream that night included fleeting flashes of your memories together as he feels the ghost of his lover slipping away slowly as you’re drawn back to the afterlife to deal with the consequences of engaging with the living. You either have to kill him, or he’ll have to have all memories of you two together wiped so he can move on.

“Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” is what you mutter to yourself as you have to watch the memories of you two being extracted from his brain.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

SWERVE ACTUALLY TAGGED A REAL SHIBARI PLACE IN THE PICTURE TOO

CAN U GIVE ME LIKE A RANDOM NSFW HEADCANON ABOUT SWERVE IM THIRSTING BADLY FOR HIM 🤤🤤

Leather and Lace (18+)

Summary: Reader finds out about Swerves thing for Shibari and decides to add her own twist on it

Warnings: Shibari, oral (M receiving), P in V sex, orgasms, cream pie, pure dirty smut, 18 +

Main Masterlist

When I found out about Swerve's secret Shibari kink I was not surprised. Ever since that Texas death match with hangman, he had changed. He was obsessed with pain, he wanted to try new things in the bedroom, things I would have never done. I still couldn't believe he had me pour hot wax on his chest, wouldn't that hurt?! Anyway, I had a little surprise in-store for Swerve. I had invited him over for the evening and would have my way with him with my own form of Shibari. I would replace the thick ropes with pink silk ribbon. Why? I thought it would be cute, I would get to wrap him like a little present.

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The moment Swerve stepped into my apartment I could tell he knew something was up. "You are adorable, you got me flowers!" I told Swerve as I greeted him with a kiss, grabbing the red roses from his hand, and placing them in a vase. "Yeah yeah, I know," he said blushing at my words. As I returned from the kitchen after placing the flowers in a vase Swerve disappeared. "Where did you go?" I called out "I'm in your room!" as I entered the room I found Swerve buried under a pile of plushes. "YOU'RE SITTING ON THEM!" I yelled, pushing Swerve out of the way. "Chill woman! How do you even function with all of these stuffed animals in here, no offence but you are literally 30" "Rude, and first of all you know they are here for decoration, I don't sleep with them. You are the only teddy bear I need. Also, you bought me half of these!" Just then I felt something hit me in the head. That bastard was starting a pillow fight. "Oh you're on Mr!" I said as I hit him back with a decorative pillow.

The two of us threw pillows at each other playfully, I got on top of Swerve, pinning him to the mattress so I could get a good shot at him. Just then the two of us locked eyes, and we both felt it. It was like we could read the other's minds, we needed each other and now. He kissed me passionately, the two of us tangled in each other, trying to remove our clothing as fast as possible. "I need you so fucken badly Y/n" Swerve whispered as my ear as he began to place sloppy kisses down my neck. "Wait," I told him as I pushed him off of me "Did I do something wrong, my love? I thought you wanted this?" Swerve said nervously, worry spread all over his face. "No, no, I do want this. I just wanted to try something new. I had it all planned out for later tonight" I could see the mysterious grin spread on his face.

I reached in the bottom drawer and pulled out a roll of pink silk. "What is that for?" Swerve asked curiously. "Well, I know you like shibari and I wanted to try my own twist on it. I don't like ropes, so I was thinking I could tie you up in pink ribbon!" "Pink ribbon? Are you serious?" "Yes! Do you know how strong silk is, it would be simular to the silk handcuffs you got me for my birthday" I could see the confusion on his face but also curiosity "Can I tie you up like a pretty present?" I asked him innocently "Let me be in charge, I will take good care of you!" "Anything for you my love"

Swerve's eyes were dark, filled with love and lust, this would be fun. I took my time, carefully straddling him as I tied the ribbon to his wrists, and then to the bedpost. I then took the remainder and created a Kriss Kross pattern of ribbon along both his arms and chest, making sure to tie a big bow above his navel. "Now would you look at that, don't you look so pretty! I wonder what cowboy would think if he saw you all tied up like this" "Watch it" "What are you gonna do about it? Do you know how tight I tied these, no way you could get out without ripping the bedpost off"

This was going to be fun

I placed delicate kisses from his neck all the way to his inner thighs. He was hard, his cock angry, precum spilling from the tip. I teased him, placing small kisses and kitten licks on his shaft before taking him in my mouth. I could feel Swerve try to get out of my restraints, I was internally thanking my mom for forcing me to be a Girl Scout, the only thing I remembered was how to tie some serious knots. "You're killing me Y/n" Swerve cried out above me in response to how slow I was going. It's not every day I had this man submitting to me, I wanted to take advantage of this moment. I increased my pace, working him until he was about to reach his release. "Please Y/n, this is not funny!" Swerve called out. "What? You can tease me but I can't tease you?" I then straddled Swerve, sinking down on him painfully slow until I bottomed out, taking a minute to compose myself before I began to ride him.

I selfishly fucked myself on him using him like he was a toy. I could feel Swerve's orgasm approaching "Don't even think about cumming, you cum when I say you do. Do you understand" "Yes mam!" I continued to fuck myself on him like my life depended on it, reaching between my thighs to play with my clit. I could feel Swerve trying to break free from the restraints to touch me, I was loving it. "I don't think I can hold it any longer Y/n" Swerve called out "Yes you can baby, just a little longer, I'm almost there," I told him as loosened the restraints on his hips, Swerve then began to thrust up into me, adding to deeper penetration. That sent me over the edge "Cum for me baby" Swerve and I came hard, the two of us sharing an intense orgasm. "Fuck, that was amazing, you need to do that more often!" Swerve praised.

Now I need to think of what to try next

[sad-leon]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day!

So many people in my life seem to be going through something right now, and I just wanted to give you an opportunity to share anything you might be going through. Good or bad, as specific or as vague as you're comfortable with. Or feel free to ignore if you'd rather not. No pressure at all!

I hope things are going well for you! But if not, I'll be sending prayers your way if you're comfortable with that!

I am... not.

and i haven't for a long time

I'll preface this entire post with a warning: THIS IS A VENT POST the only tags will be trigger warnings

I thinks i've said it once or twice, but I started school this year. This is my first year in college after taking a gap year and also telling everyon i wasnt gonna go. I know jack shit about what im doing and its fucking exhausting. Theres so many things that i feel like I should know but dont because all the college information given out in my highschool was geared toward the college in that town specifically, which is not the college im going to.

I've also moved. im entirely on my own, physically and financially. I just met with my job and am starting very soon which is not good because my sleep schedule is all wrong. I may be switching jobs soon, but i can't just quit becuase, like i said, im on my own.

and those are only the big two. lets speedrun this. my anxiety, my autism, i need new glasses, my feet hurt more than i think they should, im a system, my eating disorder, my aversions that make it hard to drink the water up here, the burnout, the exhaustion, executive dysfunction, i also likely have adhd which mean rsd. im touch starved and touch adverse

those are just what i can think of off the top of my head

but all of this had been leading to what might be a pretty nasty breakdown and soon.

im so fucking tired all the time and that makes it hard to draw, but thats one of my only ways to relax. i like playing mc, but i get bored easily and also i cant sit at my desk for long becuase it feels like my head is too heavy for my neck. it hurts. everything hurts and my job doesnt help me at fucking all.

i was able to draw tsob while dealing with most of my issues becuase all i had to worry about was work. looking at my current schedule, i can find the free time. the issue is using that freetime to draw and not just sleep or dissociate. finding home is very dear to me, but drawing it the way i am can be exhausting and i dont want to start hating it, so i just.. dont draw it most days

i stress constantly about how i appear on my blog becuase i want so badly to do this right. i want to be good at something, like, as a person, not just as an artist. but i hate myself too much to believe in any progress i make.

i know its the rsd mostly but i see groups and i feel gross. its not as bed now (any of you beans that have made it this far, ily /p) becuase i found a community i can actually interact with, but it still comes up, especially because i've moved away from all my irl friends and its so fucking hard for me to make them in the first place. like.. actual friends, not just people i can work with at school

if i keep going i'll probably talk myself in circles, so ill stop it here. theres a lot more but im not going to ramble about my suicidal, intrusive, or sh thoughts on this blog. this is a post to inform you guys of the state of mind im in. im lonely and sad and its all building up to a massive breakdown.

im not going to be leaving tumblr or giving up on my comic, but i probalby wont update as often as i did tsob. i just dont have the energy.

i also will probably post some of my traditional art cuz i gotta fill up a sketchbook for my animation class, so that also takes away from the time i use to draw digitally.

im so tired

[wooziorgans]

IMAGINE THAT!! jihoon always loved fucking you looking into your eyes but since you got a back tatto he just wants to fuck you from behind, bending you over when you wear those backless dresses, kissing your back when massaging you

got this idea when i was reading what i send you, btw thank youu 🩷🩷

back tattoos

THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY CUS I GOT A FUCKING BACK TATTOO TWO DAYS AGO. WHAT THE FUCK.

did someone say back shots or did someone say back shots. cus i heard back shots.

good lord. ever since i got my tattoo (aka like two whole days ago) i have actually been hard core thinking abt this. i feel like generally he goes fucking feral for people w tattoos. like i think he’d find them so cool even if he’d never get one,,, so if his partner is like “baby look!” oh my god he’d fold so fucking fast.

the healing process would be the worst for him bcs he just wants to touch it and kiss it all the time but he can’t and he’s kinda mad abt it!

he’d definitely help you with aftercare stuff though. he’d remind you to wash it and moisturize it if he’s not home. but when he is home, he’s doing all of that for you with the most tender touch imaginable.

i think he’d do something stupid like try n colour in your tattoo by giving you hickeys too.

im gonna divide this one into like placement sections bcs I think his reaction would be a little different depending on Where exactly you got it done.

back of the neck:

this one is so tender. i feel like when you lay on his lap now, he’d absolutely just brush your hair away from your neck and absentmindedly rub his thumb over it, pressing down onto it.

back hugs? nuh uh. now you get neck kisses too, right over the intricate lines of your tattoo.

during sex though? he’s pressing your face down into the mattress with his hand right over the tattoo. doggy style gets fucking reinvented with his one. he’s fully on top of you, kissing your tattoo and everywhere else on your neck cus my boy loves neck kisses! he’s an absolute animal for the first few weeks,, maybe even months.

back of the shoulders:

this one’s less,,, gentle.

he’d definitely need to help you take care of it bcs it’s harder to reach, and you’d have to take off your shirt for it but he wouldn’t be able to fuck you how he normally does because the skin is so sensitive n he doesn’t want to hurt you or fuck yo the healing process so he’d run off to a separate room after helping you out to jerk himself off,,, absolutely embarrassed about what a tattoo did to him.

i feel like generally in a relationship with him, you both give each other massages because he is stressed most of the time and he gives them to you to return the favour. where he used to go kind of rough on your shoulders before.., now he takes his time working out the knots you have there. it’s almost like he’s afraid of dispersing the ink, even though it’s fully healed.

reverse cowgirl goes crazy though. he grips onto your shoulders to guide you on his cock. n doggy style? jesus. his palms r pressing down onto your shoulders as he hammers into you.

again,,,, the first few weeks/months even,,, are insane.

spine:

OH MY GOD.

ok so like,,, jihoon is so big on rubbing ur back i just KNOW it. so imagine like,,, he already does this thing,,, but now when he does it his fingers are tracing over a literal work of art (he thinks you’re already a work of art but i digress). FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCK WHY WOUKD U EVER REQUEST THIS.

the aftercare w this one is so fucking intimate. his hands gently work in the cream all the way down your back and it makes you shiver n he so badly wants to fucking,,, lick it. like idk he just wants to run his tongue down your whole spine until he reaches ur ass.

his hand is never leaving ur back. ever.

oh brother. ohhhhh brother. you’d have to sleep differently to not hurt yourself too much,,, so he’d volunteer as your pillow n you’d fall asleep on top of him. and when he wakes up n sees you still on him,,, his fingers r slowly tracing the canyon of your spine,,, so hesitant to touch you bcs he really doesn’t want anything to happen to the tattoo but he cannot help himself.

i keep mentioning that doggy style goes crazy but for this one it goes CRAZY.

everywhere he touches you, in some way his hands are touching your tattoo n he cannot get enough of it. he pulls you close to his chest,,, to have the tattoo pressing against him even if it won’t do anything,,, just the knowledge that it’s against his skin makes him go fucking wild.

back shots. oh my god back shots. he’s pulling out of you just to cum on your tattoo. n the sounds he makes as he watches his release cover the black lines of the tattoo. he’d never get sick of it.

when i say months. i mean MONTHS.

tramp stamp:

the aftercare for this one jihoon insists on doing. he will not let you take care of it. he wants to do it and he does it so well. you can’t really reach back there anyway,, so you let him.

his arm is now always around ur waist. n he is always rubbing your lower back when ur next to him.

if u though back shots were the star of the show for the last one… i have news for you. he’s rubbing his cock between ur ass cheeks to cum right on it.

god why would u ever say this to me i am fucking FERAL.

[fractalmindflower]

You came over in the evening after the sound bath I put on last night. you went to the sound bath. such a gift that you get to receive for free...

we were intimate last night. it had been awhile. I haven't otherwise let myself be like that with you. my body has felt anxious and put off by things. since we had painted yesterday and it was a positive experience, and because I guess I felt good from the sound bath and you going...I don't know. It was late in the night you had fallen asleep sort of while I was watching a movie. when the movie was over I rolled over to you and started gently biting you your shoulder and neck and chest, and started to get aroused and you did too and you pleasured my breasts for awhile and I felt how hard and nice you felt and then I guess I let my guard down. It all felt really good and I orgasmed and so did you and by then it was 2:30am.

This morning we had coffee and shared a little bit of morning time, up around 8:40am. you let after we acknowledged that you'd come back and grab me, and I had thought we had a plan to go up to your parents house to get some tiles for the hearth of the wood stove for the tiny house. I had to be back home because some people for the house where im subletting were gonna be here between 3-5 to do something for the house. so I knew I wanted to be back for that. but then you were making it sound like it wasn't gonna happen. going up and getting the tiles. then you didn't even end up getting me till 1:30pm. I wanted to come to do that with you and share the time. but it seemed like timing and circumstances and prioritizing wasn't exactly aligning. I guess I grew frustrated.

then finally we are in the car and I mention I am tired. you said you don't like to be going to bed that late.

I guess I got hurt by your statement.

I've been feeling so insecure and wounded and we've been struggling really badly and the fact we were even intimate last night...I said that talking about not wanting to go to bed that late-i didn't think you needed to mention that. I guess it didn't feel good. I even tried to say that-that the evening was unique and that we even were intimate after continuous difficult and challenges and hard times-that yes I am tired but I wasn't complaining. and I mention again that it doesn't feel good to hear you talk about not wanting to go to bed late. then you just proceed to tell me that you like going to bed by a certain time. that you like being on a sleep schedule. I grow more upset and say YES I AM AWARE, I KNOW. BUT DONT YOU THINK IT WAS A UNIQUE SITUATION SINCE WE HADN'T BEEN INTIMATE IN QUITE SOME TIME????

I had explained that I wish you responded with feeling me, hearing me, taking the sensitive into account. wished you would be more thoughtful to that. that I felt it was actually insensitive. you just responded about your sleep schedule. yeah I obviously don't have a goal of going to bed at 230am either why did you need to mention that?

then I didn't even want to go up to your parents anymore I just wanted to be taken home. it hurt.

doesn't make me feel good to think of being intimate again either.

I didn't feel that you were very thoughtful or conscious.

I wish that you just had focused rather on the notion that it was a unique night and that it was something that we had even been intimate at all. I wish you had just responded with "you're right that wasn't necessary to say," or "you're right it was a special night and circumstance" and then just focused on rather that sort of conversation flow and appreciation instead....

so it just sucks.

sigh. so here I am just laying in bed with this feeling.

looking at a room for rent tonight...

I keep trying to have hope.....

[michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover]

hi, i love your works, they're just amazing 😩

if youre taking requests how about michael x fem!reader where she has nightmare about him dying and when she wakes up he's not with her in the bed so she just freaks out and have a panic attack? but it turns out michael was just in a bathroom and he comes back and tries to comfort her? im sorry if it's too much 😭

oh and i hope you'll have a good day/night <3

Sure!

Night Time Terrors

-(Michael Afton x fem!reader)-

-(Summary: the ask, lol)-

-(CW: panic attack, nightmare, d3@th mention)-

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He was caught in another fire. You had to get to him. You couldn't lose Michael, not like this. The building kept collapsing in on itself, and no matter how fast you ran, you couldn't get to it. Michael's screams of pain and agony reached your ears and spurred your running, no matter how badly your feet hurt. It wasn't important now. Michael was in there and you had to get to him, you had to save him, he couldnt-

You woke up gasping for breath, air painfully filling your lungs as you whipped your head around looking for your boyfriend. He was supposed to be in bed. Why wasn't he there? Has that dream really happened? Had he really died? Because you couldn't save him?

No, that couldn't be true, could it? You had just gone to bed holding his hand around five hours ago. He had to be here. Right?

Maybe that was just a dream. Psychology had stated that many people's minds would hallucinate after losing someone so important to them.

You sat there and stared blankly, breathing heavily as you panicked and shook silently.

You brought your legs to your chest, elbows resting on your knees and palms digging into your face.

He was gone. He really was gone. It was all real, and he was gone and lost forever and-

You heard the toilet flush and the sink began to flow to life with water. Who the hell was in your house? And using your master bathroom? Out of all the things they could have done, using your bathroom? And your master bathroom at that?

You silently scrubbed at the hot, salty tears running down your face, looking for a weapon to ward off the intruder. Hiding behind a curtain, you got ready to attack them, if needed.

The intruder came out of the bathroom and flopped down onto your bed, looking around confused.

"Love? Where are you?"

You burst out from behind the curtain, dropping your make shift weapon and flinging yourself into the arms of you boyfriend.

"Mike, I thought you were dead, I thought you were gone, oh my god, don't ever scare me like that again!"

He stared at you dazed, and huffed out a small laugh.

"What?"

You rolled your eyes, huffing at Michael's clear dismissal of your frenzied state.

"I'm serious, Mike, I thought you were dead! I had this really bad dream, and I thought that you died and you were gone, Mike, I-"

You cut yourself off with a choked sobbed.

Michael's face softened, and he gently pulled you into his strong arms.

"Hey hey, it's ok. I'm not dead, I'm right here. I'm alright. There's no need to cry, I won't ever leave you."

You looked up at him, still sniffling and trying to calm down.

"Promise?"

"I promise. Let's go back to sleep, shall we?"

You nodded, tucking your head into the crook of Michael's neck.

He laid down slowly, and the two of you quickly drifted off to sleep, warm and safe together.

(hey dudes, please don't quote me on the psychology thing, I don't know if that's real or not, I literally just kinda pulled it out of my ass on the spot, thanks!)

[lavishedinjimin]

for kinky hours: single dad jk that hasn’t had any in so long, so he just goes so hard that he feels like he has to apologize after

warnings: as always, all characters are intended to be consenting adults. office worker!jk x babysitter!OC, single dad jk, age gap

writing this while sleepy, so SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES IM TRYING TO KEEP MY EYES OPEN RN

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Jungkook comes back home with his shoulders slumped, drained from work. He was expecting you and his son playing in the living room, but the two of you were nowhere to be found.

He releases a deep sigh, throwing his keys on the dining table as he loosens up his tie. A sudden pitter-patter sound comes from the other side of the room, he turns around and sees you walking down the stairs.

"Mr. Jeon!" you exclaim in a half-whisper, "I already put him to bed. He's already sleepy after playing a little game of hide and seek."

Your joyful, cheery tone made him smile. You were perfect for your job, and you're definitely a character that your son badly needed to have.

"You know I can't thank you enough, Y/n."

His tired voice made his tone a bit raspier than usual, and it startled you.

"It's no problem, sir. Do you want anything to drink?" you immediately ask after he plops down on the couch, "You seem extremely tired. I'll get you a glass of water."

Jungkook can't even bring himself to say no to you. He looks to where you are in the kitchen, your hair tousled from working hard all day. "Thank you," Jungkook mutters, accepting the drink from your hands.

"Is there..." your eyes wander to his neck, seeing how his adam's apple bob up and down. "Is there anything else that I can do?"

"No need, Y/n." Jungkook puts the glass down on the coffee table.

You stand a couple of feet away in front of him. Jungkook fondles with his belt buckle, and your eyes unknowingly follow his actions. "Actually, come and sit beside me."

You were taken aback, mouth gaping open as you hesitate to comply. Why was he looking at you like that? Jungkook raises his brows, waiting for you to obey. "You heard me."

"Right," you breathe, sitting down on the couch with him.

"I'm so fucking tired from work, Y/n. And all of my damn co-workers decided to act like total children today."

You quietly listen to him rant about what happened at work, to which you obediently oblige to. He probably needed someone to listen to him, and you understood that.

"One of my partners didn't even try covering up a hickey on his neck," he throws his head back, "so professional of him. Made me want to punch the wall," Jungkook chuckles, his mind racing with thoughts until he whispers the next sentence: "At least he's getting railed, huh?"

He turns to look at you, and he smirks from seeing your cheeks blush from his words. He looks at you up and down, seeing that you were bouncing your knee. Jungkook swiftly rests his hand on it, rubbing his thumb on your skin.

The simple action encouraged butterflies in your stomach.

He doesn't lose eye contact, inching his hand higher up your thigh.

"You're not pushing me away, Y/n," his forehead creases, "Tell me to stop."

"What?" you meekly ask, "What are you doing?"

"You have no clue?" Jungkook says in slight disbelief. He abruptly, without foreseeing it, straddles you and grips your wrists in one hand. His eyes turn into little slits while he looks at you as prey. "I have one thing on my mind right now, and that is to fuck your tight pussy, make my dick feel good until I shoot my cum deep inside you. So tell me," he grasps your jaw, tilting your head up. "may I fuck you?"

He adores the way you instantly turn into a shy puddle. Everything escalated so quickly that you didn't even care about the consequences of your answer.

"Yes."

Jungkook growls, immediately attaching his lips onto your neck, making you gasp. "You better be fucking sure about that answer, darling. It's been so long since I fucked someone, and you bet that I'm not gonna go easy on that cunt."

Someone get this man a fucking pocket pussy.

Jungkook knows how to please a woman. While time passes by, he already had you deep into a cloudy state of submission, allowing him to use and play with your body the way he wants to. Jungkook pounds you from behind as you lay on your stomach, his strong arms on either side of your head.

His hips thrust into you so skillfully, already knowing what your body likes as if he had fucked you a hundred times. Jungkook finishes all the stamina and energy you had in your body as with each moan you let out, Jungkook fucks you harder.

He fucks you so hard that his balls clap against your skin. He lowers his head to whisper in your ear, "You're so tight and so fucking wet, baby girl. I fucking bet you fantasized about what it's like fucking an older man's cock, huh?"

From his dirty talk alone, he earns a desperate whimper from you. "So cute," he muses.

After he makes you cum, he spurts his seed inside you, coating your walls. Jungkook immediately flips you around and notices how exhausted you looked. "Oh fuck—" he holds your face in two hands, biting his lip to hide the giggle he tries to suppress, "I'm sorry, Y/n, oh god, are you okay?"

Your bodies were sweating and the air was hotter than before. You look up at Jungkook with blown-out eyes, still trying to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry, fuck, w-were you hurt at any point? I apologize, it's just I haven't fucked someone in a long time—"

"No, it's fine, sir," you gulp, "I-I think I should go and check if your son is still sleeping."