#pls submit again i want to cry too

[bts5sosempire]

the tyrant (vi); side two

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3,443

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: old time period, mention of arranged marriage, polygamous marriages, slow-burn yandere, power imbalances, peer pressure, anxiety attack (beginning, it's mc), superstition involved, etc.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "you were the apple of Sukuna’s eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. The only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like he did to you."

𝐚/𝐧: so I finally churn and did the other half, I didn't proof read this btw. For now letting y'all simmer in this one. Pls like, comment down below for tagging, and reblogged if you like! Thank you for your patience lovelies! 💖✨️

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your heart was hammering that it resounded loudly in your ears, and you could feel your blood rushing through every part of your body and veins. You were scared. Sukuna quickly departed after the revelation and reveled in your horrid expression; he had made it clear what his intentions with you were; this time, it wasn't just a fleeting dream you could avoid. It's a reality now. You quickly dismiss everyone to go on break, much to their appreciation, and then throw yourself into an abandoned room where no soul is around.

Once inside the room, your legs give out just in time as you drop onto the floor while screwing your eyes shut tightly when your body goes through rapid temperature changes. Your anxiety keeps spiking up as you struggle to breathe correctly; one of your clammy hands grips the collar of your kimono in pain while the other is blindingly holding the door shut. To prevent anyone from coming in and seeing you like this.

You waited until your anxiety went down and your throat was not encasing itself like a boa. The inside of your mouth tasted dry like chalk, yet it was slimy. Even your body glides in light sweat when you can feel them forming on your forehead too. It feels pretty hot now despite the cold air inside the room. The fabulous cape on your shoulders reminds you of Sukuna's presence, and you tear it off and throw it as far as you can in a fit of weak anger. The sudden anxiety attack left you tired when you tried to move further inside the room but couldn't and just hopelessly lay still against the door.

Your stomach gnaws in discomfort, and the sourness pools inside. You tried to steer your mind away from Sukuna, and it's hard. The problem seems to arise after another when you think you have taken yourself out of it. Your mind reels that there's nowhere to hide anymore; this is too much for you to bear at the given moment.

Cursing at yourself, tears pools around your eyes, and your vision blurs for a second. Wiping them away before they can fall only enables the dam to be broken; once one falls, all starts to cascade down your face. The quiet sniffles and hiccuping down your voice echo around the vacant room quietly; you cry over many things, but the fear of losing your individuality and becoming Sukuna's scares you the most. You don't want to submit to someone like him.

Your bracelet was the only thing that gave you peace and comfort, knowing that you still had complete control over your anatomy. Your rights to your life, but he had to take that away from you, didn't he? Using your sleeves to wipe out the tears, you fiddle with the bangle and see it is polished when turning it around on your wrist. You unclasped the lock and saw the small door on the inside was sealed shut. If Sukuna thoroughly modifies your bangle, then the residue of basil should be gone too.

Without much thought, you gradually pick up your bearing and act normal again, like you didn't experience any turmoil. Once you go back out there, you have to face everything again. You're sure that mouths were already flapping around with rumors and stories of the stunt Sukuna had pulled prior. Looking at the forgotten cloak that pools on the floor, disgust fills your red-rimmed eyes. There was a heavy sigh from your lips; you pondered whether you should leave it there to be found by someone else or pick it up and hand it to someone to give it back.

If you were to wear it again, you would have to meet him and return it in person. You don't want to see him; the fear of him subsides only a little bit, and it is slowly replaced with bitterness. Graciously picking it up, you decided to find the nearest available servant. "You two there," You call out when opening the door. Your presence startled two maids that jumped up in fright, and they quickly bowed before sticking close together. "Take this to Lord Sukuna," handing the cloak over to them; they took it from your hands gently despite being hesitant to do so while trembling at the mention of his name since everyone was afraid of Sukuna.

When you're out of sight, two young maids do what they are told when walking out of the long corridor. One suddenly said, "Did you see Lady (Name) eyes? I think she was crying." It piqued her friend's interest, but they shook their head. "I didn't see it; I'm too nervous to look at her."

"I guess it was confirmed earlier when Lord Sukuna came by to visit Lady (Name); nobody was close enough to hear what they were saying, but as soon as his Lord left..." The first maid was continuing to whisper to her friend until a figured pop around the corner.

It was Uraume, and both shut up instantly and properly greeted Sukuna's retainer. Uraume barely acknowledges their existence and walks on to help you with decorations. It was until they spoke loudly for only those two to hear, "It would be in your best interest to be careful about what you utter around. Every day, heads roll around in the execution yard."

That was enough for them to walk away faster.

°

Sukuna stares at a 3d map in front of him; it shows the whole region of Japan, but he's more concerned about the mountains. Up in the hills were the Heiyan people, native to the harsh nature there. For as long as Sukuna knows, they have been a thorn in his side. They are nothing but vicious in his eyes, deluding themselves from the path of advancing modern technology. The Heiyan are known to be strict with their traditional values; they rarely derive from their beliefs, as they don't even mix their blood with other people, only their own.

Sukuna wanted rare ores from there, but they made it difficult for him to gather as they had pushed him away. He knows that marriage is always a topic when dealing with anything political. The chieftain of the Heiyan, Cheif Mozuru, was a stubborn man. The only way to access the land was to marry one of his four daughters, but Sukuna was also a mule, perverse in his thought that they weren't worthy of him.

The War Demon has taste, but he wouldn't lower himself to be with them as they expect him to change too. They also wish for him to convert to their beliefs, and much to Sukuna's dismay, he rejects the notion on the spot. Now they are at war with each other.

But there was exciting news that was brought to him the other day by a spy who he had happened to bribe. The spy was no further than an agent from a neighboring rival, Totsuwa Iriyu. The man was marrying the second eldest daughter to secure a treaty. News of Sukuna trying to get access to the land was probably the main reason why Totsuwa decided to strike. Totsuwa was often an overzealous man, having been trying to pine down Sukuna's title for the longest as he knew. And for another reason.

Sukuna was the reason why Totsuwa's father died in the first place—he framed the poor senile man for converting power secretly and trying to raise a coup d'etat against the former Emperor.

"You should be thankful that your father had passed away peacefully." Sukuna chuckled lowly into Totsuwa's ear with the intent of throwing salt to the wound. The blood of Totsuwa's father drips down the Sukuna's face onto Totsuwa's garb. The son could only watch with eyes wide with shock and terror as his father's corpse, hollow vacant eyes with their mouth wide loose, reflected in his eyes. The blood that seeps from the open slash across the torso dyed the tatami mat red.

Sukuna then patted the latter shoulder a few times and stood up from his one-kneeling position and out the door. The blade shines brightly from the moonlight despite it being coated in droplets of red.

With the death of Totsuwa's father, Sukuna was granted more of the Emperor's grace for taking such a jaded person out, making him unstoppable. If it was known, the Totsuwa household name fell from grace as they were no longer invited to be a part of the Emperor's insiders. Soon, more fell off their seat, and only a few remained behind. The Gojo, Geto, Zen'in, and a newly formed clan, the Fushiguro.

To add more history, Sukuna was the one who put Emperor Hoshu up on that seat by assassinating their younger half-brother, Hoshen, during a power struggle.

Sukuna then gazes to the side of the table where his cloak lays. Two hesitant maids returned it, saying you ordered them to return it to him. What Sukuna had done may have spooked you. Returning his items is like returning his undesirable affection, as always; this is nothing new to him. He already got a grasp on you; all he needs to do is tighten it and let you submit yourself into his palm and accept his pampering.

"Doctor," Sukuna spoke up suddenly, and the physician almost toppled their pills to the side with fright. "How long would it take Lady (Name) to conceive?"

"Depends; in the meantime, she shouldn't consume anything such as medicine and concoctions for at least a week. Feeding her anything may disrupt the blood flow and cause a clot in her system, as her body needs to be recovered naturally." They nervously explained to Sukuna, who was considering their words.

Sukuna: "If she can't consume anything now, is there a way to speed up the process?"

The doctor ponders momentarily, "There might be a way, but it's a slippery slope." They look around the room and then pause to stare at the door for long seconds, then cup their mouth to whisper at Sukuna. "There is this rumored famous witch doctor among the locals, especially for the ladies, that they can cure any afflictions."

"Surely you're not jesting me? I'm a man who believes in advanced warfare and science, not superstitions." Sukuna gives the man a dubious gaze that tests the physician, "What (Name) suffered from is internally inside her body, not spiritually."

The doctor rapidly waves their hands, "You're mistaken, My Lord! It's also not about spirituality; they can also cure the body and let it return to its natural state physically. What you say about Lady (Name) is accurate; if you wish to remove the coldness that makes her unviable, I suggest you visit them!"

Sukuna pinch the bridge of his nose; he regrets even asking and should wait for your time limit to be up. "You do understand that you sound like a cuckoo, right?"

°

"This is ridiculous," Sukuna muttered under his breath. His red steed snorts and clomps its hooves against the pebble ground to agree with their master. In front of him two days later, he decided to visit the shaman's house ground. He had left the estate in secret, not without informing Uraume to keep an eye on you, and traveled a few hours out of his domain by horse to throttle up a pathway to a steep mountain.

There were no signs of life when he arrived, so much for being a famous shaman. Climbing off his horse, he ties the reins against a tree stump. Sukuna went further inside the location, his piercing red eyes scraping any signs if anyone was residing in this place.

The only thing that was presentable in front of him was a red door, and inside were countless candles lit. Sukuna heads inside with slow, studious steps that not even a trained ear can hear him. Hand at the hilt of the sword that was strapped by his side.

The further he walks in, it reminds him of the time he was targeted or willfully let himself be away by an enemy into the danger zone. Sukuna could feel a presence coming close to him, and the hand that held the hilt tightened.

With a quick draw from the scabbard, a ting resounds in the air through the available space of the building. Sukuna turned around with precision and let a full swing as his blade rested neatly against the stranger's neck; just a few more centimeters and their head would be swiped clean off and hit the ground. "Who are you?" Sukuna demanded, his red orbs locking onto the person, not phased by his overbearing attitude.

"Is this how a guest greets the owner of this place?" The person scoffs. They raise a finger and push the sharp edge away from their neck. "Although you're not the first nor likely be the last to do so." The shaman had had multiple occurrences of almost getting their heads chopped off due to virtually having little to no presence. "I'm quite impressed that you could detect me, Lord Sukuna. " They ask, "What special occasion has brought you here to my humble adobe?" Their tone changes to sweet and sultry in an instant.

"I've heard you are a good witch doctor from an acquaintance of mine," Sukuna starts, and the shaman only hums before guiding Sukuna to follow and sit on a pillow across from them.

"Who exactly did you get it from?" Sukuna gives the doctor's name, and they roll their eyes sarcastically, "I see it's that moron." Getting comfortable with themselves, they propped an arm up the table and lay sideways with their hips and curve showing. They give off an androgynous physique. "If they led you this far to me, I guess I could help. What is the problem?"

"It's about my wife," Sukuna curtly replies.

"Ah, that fair maiden?" They gave a knowing look, and Sukuna knew the shaman thought of you. Sukuna didn't miss how the unhidden admiration of mirth in their eyes was so bright it could be a night sky. He is slightly agitated by that acknowledgment. "Lady (Name) is quite a character, I looked up their star chart, and it was filled with many things. She has quite a life, I should say."

"I came here for help, not to idle." Sukuna's voice got gruff, and the shaman cleared their throat and recomposed. "Recently, I have learned that she doesn't have fertility issues but was caused by something else, and before you run your mouth, it's not anything relating to your superstitions ideology. She causes it herself semi-permanently."

"And the cause is?" They inquire with a raised brow.

"Basil. Basil seeds, she doesn't consume them, but wears them." That's all that the shaman needs to know where it's heading. It's uncommon to stumble upon women making them sterile to prevent unwanted pregnancy. The shaman had come across a crisis like this a few years ago prior.

"You wanted me to remove the cold affliction in her body?" There was a slight smile from them, but it was daunting. "I could, but there is a heavy price to pay."

Sukuna: "How much do you need?"

Shaman: "It is not gold being used for this transaction; what do you think the womb that creates life is equivalent to?"

[At the same time.]

It was quiet at the manor, with a few more decorations; it should be complete. There was a proud breath of air exhaling from your chest; all you need is to finalize everything and report to your mother-in-law. The thought of Hanami made you feel disgruntled, "Everyone, please take a quick break before we continue." A murmur of thanks filled the air.

"Let's go, Yumi," taking a walk; you were chatting with her, making small jokes here and there. Occasionally Yumi reminds you that she represents a simpler time when you were still young and didn't have this much weight on your shoulders.

"Is Concubine Asuna this dense?" An exacerbated pitch voice raised in the courtyard. You can hear two quiet sniffles; it belongs to a woman and a child. Concubine Asuna held her weeping son in her arms as two higher-upper consorts bullied them.

"She's a person with no backbone, yet dares to be courageous," another concubine snide, "even the boy doesn't even look like Lord Sukuna. Do you think she slept around?"

"Probably," the same annoying voice quip back and laughs at the thought. "Plain and undeserving too. Hey, take off your outer layer, or these servants will."

"Under whose order?" You stepped in, and the two concubines, along with their subjects, froze when they saw you walking toward them with a cold, menacing gaze that could cut a person down.

"We were just teaching Concubine Asuna manners Lady (Name)," the concubine with the pitched voice sputters out; they kept their head low, and so did everyone else. No one dares to look at you in the eyes except for Asuna's child, that looks at you with comprehensive, wondering grey eyes. You represent Sukuna.

"And by sullying Lord Sukuna's name and one of his heirs?" You tilt your head to the side with a questioning gaze, and there is a click of your tongue when they start denying with nervous laughter. "I was standing not that far away from here and heard everything, so you say I am deaf?"

"That's not what we're implying, Lady (Name)!" The second concubine cries, lifting their head to meet you, with no other excuses; they spit out the first thing that comes to mind. "You're just bullying us since Lord Sukuna favors you!"

This made you laugh. "Oh? Interesting. Should I bring it to His Lord, then?"

The second concubine put a hand over her mouth and sped away; the first one could only watch with disbelief as she was abandoned by one of her supposed allies. She sneers at you with hatred and then follows suit. "Are you alright?" You ask. Asuna only nodded. You grab her by the arm and pull her up, "You should be careful."

You then eye the little boy who is no older than three. They looked at you, blinking a few times, and then continued. "Mommy, this is the princess on my book cover!" They point at you in happiness, and you look down at your garb.

"Danzo, that's not the princess," Asuna turned to you and mouthed a sheepish sorry.

"Yes, it is!" Danzo ripped their hand from their mother's hold and tried to wrap their chubby arms around your legs. They cheekily smile at you with their round, flush faces.

You were surprised that you didn't know how to react. Since you couldn't see the bewildered expression on your face, Asuna found you decent despite the stigma everyone labeled around you. You were hesitant as you are relatively flustered coming into contact with a child. Asuna noted that this was the first time one came to you willingly. You pat Danzo's head softly like you're handling a fragile glass. Even if it is maladroit, Danzo melts at the contact; their smile becomes buttery as little flowers float into the background. If they could sink into your clothes, they would.

"You can let go now," You bumble out, and they tighten their grip. Danzo rubbed their face into your legs as they let out a muffled 'no.' It was rare to see you be socially awkward, something so innocent as a child.

"Danzo, you need to listen, or you won't see Lady (Name) anymore." The boy gives their mother a stink eye before loosening their grip. Asuna pulled her son to her side.

With Danzo gone, you return to your normal state.

"My son and I should get going; sorry that you have to see such a sight," Asuna apologizes, and you brush it off with a hand, indicating it is alright.

"If they ever-" There was a ringing in your ears as your vision suddenly blurred in front of you in slow motion. Even sounds sounded such a damper. Your body was heating up, and you felt a searing pain shooting straight through your abdomen where your womb lays.

Staggering forward, everything went dark. The last thing you hear is Yumi crying out your name, and Asuna throws herself forward to catch you.

[The Shaman's place, current time.]

"Are you willing to trade one of your own for the health of her womb?" The shaman asks again. Preparation was already made, but they give another glance at Sukuna for confirmation.

Without hesitation, Sukuna answers.

"Yes."

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[keerysfreckles]

comfort - peter parker

tom!peter x reader (or could be any peter)

warnings: kissing, mention of how peter got hurt, use of y/n, she/her pronouns

a/n: hi! this is my first peter parker blurb so it might not be the best, but pls if you have any recs you can submit them in the questions part of my account<3

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y/n knew dating peter parker had it's pros and cons. some pros being that he remembers a lot of little details about her, and how he's able to make her day ten times better by just entering the room she's in. however the biggest con she has to deal with is knowing he's out fighting crime, risking his life and getting hurt almost every night.

y/n hates seeing peter hurt, physically and emotionally. seeing him cry during movies even makes her heart sad for the boy.

tonight was no different than every saturday night for the girl. she was working on fixing one of peter's masks that had gotten a hole in it.

patters of rain could be heard from outside, hitting y/n's window. this didn't help the fact that she couldn't hear peter tapping on her window, waiting for her to unlock it.

looking up, y/n noticed peter's presence and finally opened her window. she smiles, happy to see her boyfriend.

"hi pete," she says softly, watching as he enters her dimly lit room.

peter mutters back a small hello, the action makes y/n look down to his hand covering a part of his torso.

y/n gasps lightly, "oh my gosh, are you alright?" she carefully moves his hand away from his body, causing him to let out a small hiss, "baby what happened?"

"i was coming back from patrolling and there was a mugger guy, i guess, by the deli and i must have not answered him the way he wanted me to," he badly explains as y/n leads him to her queen size bed.

"did the police show up? or did anyone see? she questions, concern filling her body as she walks to her bathroom, getting the first aid kit.

peter shook his head no, watching y/n get supplies.

y/n sat down on her bed by peter, already getting flustered by the question she's about to ask. "can you," she pauses, "can you take," she pauses again, getting quiter the second time.

this causes peter to sit up slightly, ignoring the stinging feeling in his abdomen. "having trouble y/n?"

y/n blushes, then looks down at the first aid kit in her lap. peter chuckles at y/n's flustered state. "you've seen me without a shirt on before you know," he replies, as he takes off the top part of his spider-man suit, leaving him in just the spandex pants.

y/n turns to face her boyfriend better, and to also get a better look at the giant cut in his side. "god pete, this is a bad one."

y/n starts cleaning and wiping around the wound, causing peter to take in a sharp breath and looking anywhere but the cut. y/n keeps mumbling out "sorry's as she's taking care of the gash, feeling bad for making peter feel more pain.

"are you almost done?" peter asks, gripping tightly on y/n's bed sheets, the pain becoming more intense. y/n nods, before placing a gauze strip over the wound.

she leans over and kisses peter's cheek, then gets up to put the medical supplies away. peter lays down on her bed, not noticing his girlfriend came back into the room.

y/n can't help but stare at peter. even in his injured state, she still finds him irresistibly beautiful. his brown hair falling so perfectly onto his forehead. his hand under his head, his arm almost begging to be laid on by y/n.

"y/n," peter whines, "can you come lay with me?"

y/n immediately answers his question as she turns off the lights in her room and lays doen next to peter. he turns to face his favorite girl, and places his face into her neck, kissing her skin softly. "missed you today," he incoherently mumbles.

y/n giggles slightly, while running her fingers through his hair, "i missed you too babe, spider-man loves stealing my boyfriend all day."

peter looks up at y/n. "what?" she asks, confuded by peter's loving stare.

"you are so beautiful," he breathes out, causing y/n to blush again. she kisses his forehead gently, as he curls up against her, wrapping his hands around her waist.

the two would lay like this frequently after peter finished a day of patrolling. it brought a sense of comfort to the boy, having his love in his arms while she holds onto him. he could lay with y/n all day if he could.

"y/n," he says into the dark room. "yes?" dhe answers, not opening her eyes as she's beginning to fall asleep.

peter picks his head up again off of y/n, having his face right in front of hers. being oblivious to the boy, y/n still has her eyes closed.

even though the pair have been dating for a while, peter still gets nervous when it comes to kissing y/n.

quickly, peter places his lips onto hers. instantly y/n'd eyes widen slightly, before closing at the comfort of her boyfriend.

the kiss intensifies slowly when y/n's hande move to peter's neck, while his hands stay firmly at her hips, his nails almost creating marks into the girls skin.

all that could be heard was the heavy breathing and fast heartbeats of the two teens in the room.

y/n suddenly feels something she hasn't felt before in the relationship with peter. she continues kissing him, before things can get too heated she pulls away so the two can take a breath.

"peter, i love you," y/n shakily states.

shock overcomes peter's face, instantly making y/n regret her words.

out of embarrassment y/n gets up off her bed to go into the living room, but is stopped when she feels a sticky web-like substance grip onto her wrist.

she turns, seeing peter sitting up a little on her bed.

"i love you too, y/n," peter responds, causing the two to have smiles break out on their faces.

peter pulls at the web slightly, making y/n come back to her bed, being stood in front of peter who's now sitting on the edge of her bed. she's placed in between his thighs, looking down at him.

she leans down and kisses him again, feeling his hand reach up to touch her jaw.

they both wished this is how their weeknds always went, just under different circumstances.

[smut-angel]

how do you want it? 

summary: in which frank returns home from a mission

18+ only

warnings: f/m sex, cursing, mention of a break-in, rough sex, unprotected sex, thigh riding, slight mutual masturbation, slight breeding kink, slight cockwarming 

a/n: this is a request submitted by @9daykrisr hope you enjoy! (also this is my first real official smut post so pls be nice i know it’s not great lol) reblogs are appreciated :)

tags: @honeychicana

frank knew he shouldn’t have left that night. the unsettling feeling he got in the pit of his stomach had told him so. having done being the punisher for almost 2 years now, he was able to curb his cravings for researching enemies and fleeing in the middle of the night to halt some criminal rendezvous. now, he was happy with you, in the cabin in the woods, away from the city and its harsh lights, loud noise and non-stop crime. but like a moth to a flame, frank was back in the streets of new york city with a job to finish.

“it’s only for the weekend,” he told you, cupping your cheeks in his large calloused hands. your plush lips went into a pout which made frank slightly flush with pink. “it’s only friday, i’ll be back before you can blink, sweetheart.”

“you don’t have to go, frank.” your once soft eyes turned serious, making frank blink in thought.

“this case is important. they don’t have anyone else,” was all he managed to say, hardly convincing you or himself. your eyes rolled at the cryptic “they” frank had spoke of since the day he officially told you that he was the punisher all along. you didn’t ask questions though, never. only followed the directions he would explain carefully that would keep you alive. but that’s what you liked about your new life with frank. no more late nights waiting for him to stumble through your apartment door, bloodied, in an exhausted haze. no more bandaging his flesh-deep wounds and treating his scars. no more ferocious nightmares of his past that would haunt him at night. no more anxious phone calls asking if the other was alive or not. now, life was calm, slow, perfect.

“hey,” he called, squeezing your cheeks gently, then freeing them. “i’ll be back, and after this, no more punisher. i promise.”

by late saturday night, the job was done. frank slowly entered the tiny apartment that was provided for him, peeling off his bloody shirt that had slightly soaked through and stained his skin. soon enough, his burner phone would begin to ring in his pocket, inciting a sigh from his mouth. the display of the dated phone read a number he didn’t think he’d see ever again, your number to your own burner phone.

“don’t ever call me when i’m away, it's too dangerous. if you absolutely need me, call me from this phone, alright?” he had told you 3 years ago.

“hello? baby? what’s wrong?”

“hi, frankie,” you cooed, yet your voice cracked slightly.

“y/n, what’s going on?”

“please don’t panic, frankie,” you stated, in your best attempt to sound calm, yet it seemed your voice was worn out as if you had been crying for hours. “there was a break-in. someone trying to rob the place-” you began to explain.

“where are you now? are you safe? when was this?” you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, frustrated with frank’s interrogation.

“frankie, please calm down. it happened last night. the police helped and they found the guy- just some idiot. the neighbors have been checking on me… i’m not hurt or anything, i just- i needed to hear your voice. i know i’m not supposed to call you when you're away, but you haven’t been gone for so long and i got scared… i want you to come home.” as your rambles went on, your voice, which you had forced to sound resilient, began to grow smaller, almost inaudible. frank was silent over the other end which worried you.

“i know you’re coming home tomorrow morning but.. is there not a sooner flight you can take?” you began again.

“i’m on my way right now, darlin.’ you hang tight.”

you had hardly slept as you awaited your husband’s arrival. you awoke from a not-so deep sleep at the slightest sound of a vehicle driving along the road from afar. as the car drew near, the anxiety you felt soon turned into comfort as the familiar hum of frank’s truck sounded. you checked the time displayed on the wall: 5:34am.

soon, frank was barging through the door, greeted by you in your silk tank top and shorts and wrapped in a thick blanket on the couch, knees to your chest. frank nearly ran to you, cupping your face and bringing your lips to his own. soon, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, refusing to break the kiss as his tongue softly teases your bottom lip. you immediately open your mouth, frank’s tongue slipping inside making you both groan in pleasure.

“i’ve missed you… so … much,” you say in between kisses. your lips form into a smile and you let out a small laugh as frank can’t keep his mouth to himself.

“are you okay?” he asks, scanning your body and face. you couldn’t help but to let your hands roam frank’s body, from his curly hair, to his coarse beard to his tense yet strong shoulders. you missed the way he smelled, the way his skin felt on her fingertips, the way his voice would echo in a room.  

“i’m fine, frank. i don’t wanna talk about it, i just want you,” you say slowly, your eyes boring into his with such lust that frank has never seen before, making his eyebrows twitch with intrigue. frank leaves another chaste kiss on your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. the blanket falls beyond your shoulders, making your skin prick with goosebumps at the cool air, making you even more sensitive.

“you want me?” he teases while his fingertips softly trails your waist leading shivers down your spine. you could nearly moan at the nearly vacant caresses frank leaves across your now tingling body. you clench your thighs at the warm wetness that begins to grow between them.

“i want you so badly, frank,” you whisper. chuckling at the desperation in your voice, frank moves on top of you, your back on the couch, his chain necklace dangling in your face. like second nature, your hips buck upwards to try and catch any sort of friction on your now throbbing clit.

“so desperate for me, huh?” frank asks, noticing the way your body squirmed. he pushes his knee closer to your center, gripping your hair the way he knows you like it. your back arches in an instant as you begin to grind yourself on his leg. “go ahead, make yourself cum. show me how much you want me, kitten” he demands.

you gladly follow his directions, humping his muscled thigh like a bitch in heat. your mind seems to leave you in this state. so overwhelmed with the break-in and your longing for frank’s return formed into a ravenous lust that was new to you. at night when you were thinking about his warm body holding yours, it soon turned into the thought of him fucking you relentlessly.

with throaty moans leaving your mouth, you feel that your high is closer than ever, and frank can sense it too. “please, frank!” thighs twitching, frank coaxes your orgasm even more by pinching your erect, sensitive nipples through the thin satin fabric. “so close already? we’ve hardly started,” he mocks.

“c’mon baby, give it to me.” with another tug of your hair you unravel before him, your pajama shorts now sticky with your own cum. you rush to pull them off, not wanting to wait any longer for frank to actually touch you this time.

“frank, i want you. i want you inside me, please,” you beg, beginning to stroke your own clit as you crave another orgasm. normally you loved the teasing and waiting game of foreplay, but you were on the verge of a tantrum if you had to wait another second without his cock inside of you.

“how?” frank asked. the question almost brings you out of your bliss.

“what?”

“how? tell me how you want it, kitten.” frank starts to undress himself, swiftly taking off his shirt and pulling down his jeans to stroke himself while watching you rub your swollen clit. he adored seeing you so delirious from him barely touching you. just imagining how cock-drunk you were about to be made his dick twitch.

“i-i want it rough, frankie,” you finally manage to say, your own fingertips circling your entrance as if to hypnotize him. without hesitation, frank grabs your hips and pulls your naked pussy towards him, harshly slapping his cock on your bud.

a pornographic moan escapes you and you’re nearly sobbing at the emptiness he’s teasing you with. before you could beg for his cock once more, he delivers, ramming himself inside of you. your eyes roll back in bliss as frank pounds into you with no remorse. the burning sensation of his fingers digging into the skin on your hips drives you wild as the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot with every stroke. the familiar twinge of an orgasm begins to stir in your abdomen far too quickly. 

your walls start to constrict and trap his cock making frank groan at the feeling. “milking me so good, baby. you’re close aren't ‘cha?” to your dismay, frank pulls out, his heavy cock glistening in your juices. 

“why-” 

“shut up. turn over,” he growls. you comply, now on your stomach. he grabs your hips again, hiking your ass in the air, pressing your face to the couch. he's inside of you again, trying his hardest to not bottom out as your moans grow louder and words become even more slurred and incoherent. he loves fucking you dumb.

squelching noises fill the room mixed with the sounds of skin slapping skin. the living room air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex. it’s filthy, but you can’t get enough of it.

you reach for frank in order to get some sort of leverage but instead he grabs your arm and pins it to the small of your back. the slight sting of pain you feel in your arm makes your pussy even more wet. “don’t fuckin’ move,” he demands. “take it.” frank grips and spanks your ass with his free hand, loving the way your soft skin feels and the way it bounces against his hips.

“fuck me! yes!” you squeal. tears threaten your eyes at the overwhelming pressure from frank’s thick cock. “frankie, i’m so fucking close!” hearing you scream for him makes his strokes become sloppy as frank is closing in on his own climax. 

“fuck, princess!”

“cum inside me… wanna feel you cum inside me,” you drool. this was all frank needed to hear to finally send him over the edge. his cock stuttered inside of you, perfectly hitting your g-spot again. your vision turns black, splotches of color unevenly appearing as your orgasm takes over your mind and body. the warmth from your core spreads throughout your body making you feel as though you’re about to burst. gripping the couch with the last of your strength you whimper frank’s name along with profanities over and over, legs twitching and close to giving out.

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” frank grunts before coating your plush walls with his seed. he begins to ride out the orgasm you both shared, mumbling incoherent praises about how wet and soft your pussy is.

finally, frank pulls you backwards, forcing you to be seated on his lap while he’s still deep inside of your walls. in this position he grabs your neck, trailing wet kisses from your shoulder to your chin. you’re still a moaning and drooling mess, though both of your releases had subsided, being seated on his cock and filled to the brim with his cum made you needy all over again. 

“baby’s still so needy f’me, huh?” frank comments. “gone for two days and you’re melting for me.”

“never leave me again,” you moan. “never leave.”

[gavisuntiedboot]

You are Everything (Gavi x reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are linked here

Day 3: "I love you."

"Amor, turn the lights off and come to bed."

You and Gavi had been dating for several months now. Given the nature of his job, you didn't get to see him often if you weren't at his house. So this evening, like many others, you were at Pablo's apartment to spend the night so that you could have some quality time together. Unfortunately, you were also a university student, which meant that nights at Pablo's were never free from studying or homework. Tonight was no exception. You were sitting on the couch, laptop open in front of you with notes scattered as you tried to figure out your problem set.

"I can't right now, Pablo. I need to finish this."

"Amor, you can finish in the morning. Tomorrow is Sunday. Just get some sleep, and it might be easier to do when you're well rested."

You turned to look at Gavi, eyes tired and body aching. You pulled your glasses off your face. Before you could make a smart comment at him, your eyes began to water, and then you were crying. Gavi's concern was obvious. He got out of bed and came over to you, hugging your form that was shaking with sobs.

"Baby what happened?" He said, softly rubbing circles into your back. You couldn't speak. Sobs wracked your body. You used your remaining strength to stand, and Gavi took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, embracing you tightly. You continued to cry into his shoulder. He switched off the light, leading both of you to the bed. He laid down with you, keeping you close to his chest. He rubbed circles into your back, placing gentle kisses on your forehead.

"I won't be able to do it Pablo. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. I'm stupid. I don't know why I convinced myself I could do this degree. I'm an idiot and I should drop out." You said softly sniffling against his chest. He separated the two of you slightly, moving one hand up to caress your face.

"Amor don't ever say that about yourself. You are incredibly intelligent and hard working, and you are more than capable of finishing this degree with excellence. I see how much effort you put in. I see the dedication. I see the lack of sleep and sacrificing meals so you can keep studying. I see how you haul your books here every night so I can see you and you can get work done. I'm always in awe of how smart you are. My girl is wonderful and intelligent and sexy. Please don't allow yourself to think anything different. You're amazing."

Your eyes welled up with tears again.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I love you. You're my girl."

Your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time either of you had said it. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying to decipher if he meant it in a romantic way or not.

"Pablo you don't even know what love is."

"Yes I do. Love is that feeling I get after every kiss, where my heart swells and I feel like I'm on another planet. It's the way that sometimes I look at you in the morning, with the sun hitting your face, and you're so beautiful it hurts to breathe. Everything in this world reminds me of you: the blue of the sky, the smell of the rain, the feeling of the sun on my skin. Everything makes me think of you, and you're all I want to think of. You are everything. I love you."

You looked up at him with wet eyes.

"Say it again."

"I," he kissed your forehead, "love," another kiss to the cheek, "you." He punctuated the statement with a deep and passionate kiss.

"I love you. I think I will continue loving you till I'm no longer on this Earth. I love you I love you I love you."

"Pablito... I love you too."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: a little short, but hope y'all enjoyed! I am literally falling asleep while typing. On a more personal note, I submitted my application for Grad school today. Clap for me pls. Part 3 of "Just Pretend" taking longer than I thought - sorry for the delay!

[ssareids-coffee]

MORE PISS KINK EDDIE PLS ITS SO HOT 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

can’t say no to this!!

his fingers are ghosting over your clit as his cock is firmly seated inside you. you feel so full- partly from the delicious way he is filling you up but also from your full bladder. eddie hasn’t let you relive yourself all day, simply giving you more water and relishing in the way you submit to him with no question.

“eddie, shit, it’s too much” you cry, pussy clenching around his cock “if you keep doing that i’m gonna l- shit i won’t be able to hold it”

“who said i wanted you too, hm?” he smirks, looking down at you with blown pupils, flushed cheeks and messy hair as he places his hand over your full bladder. before you can say anything, he starts pressing on it lightly.

“god you look so fucking desperate, begging to cum but if you let go you’ll make such a terrible mess”

“ed’s- i’m gonna, oh shit i’m gonna-“ you cry, unable to hold in your pee anymore. you clench around his cock as you let go, piss covering both your thighs as he continues to fuck into you. the relief washed over you as though you sank into a warm bath, the combination of how good it felt to finally pee and how incredibly he is fucking you, you came. pussy fluttering around him as his name falls from your lips like a prayer.

“god your fucking filthy, pissing all over my cock and your fucking cumming from the feeling” he laughs breathlessly “god, your gonna make me cum so hard”

“shit eddie please, need to feel full again- god” he empties himself into you with a groan as he pushes down on your bladder again. another spurt of piss leaves your body as you cum again.

“made such a mess baby, didn’t you? don’t worry, daddy’s gonna clean you up” he pulls out of you and lowers himself down so he is level with your pussy. he licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, collecting his cum and your juices on his tongue. he starts eating your pussy like a starved man, not allowing any part of your mess to go to waste.

“eds- i’m close- god” he pulls away suddenly, grabbing your face so you open your mouth for him. he spits a mixture of your piss and his cum directly onto your tongue.

“would be rude not to share wouldn’t it baby?” he smirks before moving back down to continue his assault on your pussy.

[bazthefirstborn]

domming itto n ayatao hc pls im in begging

if you beg nicely, you shall receive anon :)

ahem without further ado~

DOMMING ITTO AND AYATO HC'S <33

MDNI READ AT YOUR OWN RISK BLA BLA BLA

ARATAKI ITTO:

mr. bull chucker himselfffff

this man has a breeding kink. tell me I'm wrong. TELL ME I AM WRONG

itto has the most fuckable tits known to man (other than kaeya the og) and he is so so so sensitive there

best punishment for him bc he just wants you to breed him or fuck his mouth :((((

l o v e s semi-public if he goes into a rut

bro has oni heats and they just hit him and he needs to be used until he passes out

when he actually wakes up from passing out he will come back to you and ask to be fucked again

he wants to be marked on his chest

he is suuuuper into letting other people know you're his and he's yours

he wears the collar that you got him, and he l o v e s showing off your marks

he wants you to use his horns as grips as you fuck him doggy

he loves getting fucked from the back bc he is so embarrassed of his face

he literally ahegaos. he does. tongue out eyes rolled back pornagraphic looking. without even trying

baby boy is such a whore for praise

he's a lil insecure so he wants to be praised so much

could literally just cum from praise and nipple stimulation

he wants to just pass out afterwards and wants to be the little spoon even if he's bigger than you

KAMISATO AYATO:

huhuhuhuhu puppy play

literally is the most obedient little slut for you

he will DENY DENY DENY that he's a whore but he m e l t s for you when you call him your perfect little slut

please degrade this man. kick him off his high horse.

can be super bratty if he's denied for too long

gets put in subspace so so so fast

he has the PRETTIEST crying face

he's such an elegant sub like he's the bitch that wears those fluffy silk robes around with some pretty lingerie underneath to surprise you when you get home

loves loves loves the idea of you fucking him in front of thoma/in his office bc he wants him to see how slutty he is

he would let him join. THOMAYATO THREESOME <333

ahem that is all on that

whip him. slap him. make him grovel at your fucking feet. he'll do it. make him submit. he can try to playfully say things like "make me" and shit just to get you upset

LIVESSSS for making you angry

will piss you off just so he gets hate fucked

secretly wants to suck you off at a meeting/under you desk or something

he is so thrilled of the idea of getting caught

plzplzplz fuck him against a window so he feels like people are watching him <3

could cum from you spitting in his mouth and calling him a whore

d e g r a d e h i m

do it rn

he is you pretty little slut <33333

that is all plz I love getting requests hope you like it anon~

[charmedreincarnation]

Hey! I was hoping u could give me some advice.

So I’ve written a bunch of really important exams and I’ve really messed them up. Like left a good number of questions and failing these have serious consequences.

Im trying to maintain the state of having passed regardless of what the 3d shows me, but it’s kinda hard since everything and everyone around me is telling me otherwise and it’s kinda difficult to fulfill it in my imagination. Pls tell me how I can sail through this and get the marks I want?

Ok embarrassing story alert 🙃🙃

My freshmen year of college, I had all As, and then two horrible things happened the very last second.

The first thing that happened is while doing my vocabulary essays for history, I accidentally plagiarized one of my old assignments for something very similar. In college wether on accident or on purpose, and wether it’s to yourself or copying someone else’s work, plagiarizing is a huge no no, and can get you not only a failed class, but expelled from college. I live in America so we spend 10-25k per semester on school and expulsion is permanently on your record which affects your entry to other colleges. I got an email saying I had a board meeting with the council, and I about just spent 5 minutes doing the worst ugly crying I have ever done, while having a panic attack. I already have an anxiety disorder and this just about sent me into a clinical spiral. Then I remember manifesting and even through my ugly tears I just fell asleep affirming everything will be okay, everything will be okay. I had the board meeting and nothing happened to me?? It was almost like they forgot what I was there for. They just made me take an hour long anonymous class on plagiarism and that was all. It wasn’t on my record and I still got an A in the class 🥰🥰.

During my second semester again!! I had all As. In one of my classes in fact my highest grade class I had a 98% and we had an final essay due. two days prior I got sick as a dog!! I was asleep for 48 hours and missed the deadline for a 200 point essay! That’s right I got a fucking 0/200 On the assignment and when I emailed her explaining I was sick she just told me tough luck!! I Went from a 98% to a 68% because she made it worth 40% of our grade. She was also my only teacher who had a strict no late policy even if you’re almost dying (bastard!!) it was the worst luck and chance that it was this specific class. I ugly cried even harder than the first situation and I was sick too so it made it all that much worse !!!!

anyways I decided crying wasn’t going to do shit and I can solve this crisis just because I can and I don’t deserve to fail because of a sick mistake !! I had recently learned about revision so once again while ugly crying I just affirmed I have an A, I have an A, I have an A, and visualized her putting in a 100% in my grading portal until I fell asleep. Once again I woke up with a 200/200 even though I didn’t even submit the essay ???!!!!!

I don’t know if my desperation and crying heightened my affirmations or what but the easiest times I had with revision was my during my most desperate moments . I guess my advice to you is to just visualize yourself not missing those questions, and feeling slay after talking the test in your mind !then affirm to yourself you blew the test out of the waters (good way) and go to bed at ease because you’re going to be okay 🥰

[thekrows-nest]

I see Krow likes rockabilly. For his consideration Angry Johnny And The Killbillies - The Owl (CW: Alcoholism, Sui) Angry Johnny And The Killbillies - Windchimes (CW: Stalking, graphic murder)

I've his eccentric little enby character. I almost wish he wasn't a yan for Dove's sake because this will not end well. Also Pigeon City? *wheeze* Is Krow allowed to have his music on at work? As he likes punk and rockabilly these are for his consideration. (Some are very morbid or suggestive so won't be insulted if you or others don't want to listen) Angry Johnny And The Killbillies - The Owl (CW: Alcoholism, Suicide)/Windchimes (CW: Stalking, graphic murder)I've got

(Anon pls 👉👈) Pigeon City... *wheeze* Anyway. Is Krow allowed to listen to his music at work? Since he likes punk and rockabilly try these on for size. (Some of them are very morbid or suggestive in the lyrics so it's totally ok if you or others prefer not to listen.) Angry Johnny And The Killbillies - The Owl (CW: Alcoholism, suicide)/Windchimes (CW: Stalking, graphic murder) The Creepshow - Sleep Tight (CW: Murder, haunting)

The Reverend Horton Heat - Now, Right Now

The Cramps - I Want To Get Into Your Pants/What's Inside A Girl/Like A Bad Girl Should (CW: Kinda obvious)

Nekromantix - Trick or Treat/Return Of The Loving Dead/Murder For Breakfast

Please amend one of those Nekromantix songs to Dead Girls Don't Cry. Because holy heck. Krow... Stop it! "There was a time When you wouldn't even look my way You left me behind Turned my life into darkness and gray

This time I know she will stay No more running away

Now you're mine for eternity My love for you will never die A peaceful perfect harmony No more sorrow or tears 'cause Dead girls don't cry

You wanted to be free Said I made you feel Kept restrained in a cage I begged you to stay with me You said you couldn't deal With anger and rage

This time I know she will stay No more running away"

So I fucked up and submitted an ask not on anon so I deleted it and have resubmitted it! I am so sorry nonnie I had glazed over your anon request! Forgive me! Imma just gonna repost my response.

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Holy shit I've been wanting more music samples for Krow gimmeeeeeeeee. *grabby hands* I will totally listen to all of these thank youuuuu.

Yeah, sadly for Dove (and him honestly) he is very much a yandere still. Sometimes others (and even me lol) forget that fact. And yes. LMAO. I was talking to friends and it was suggested as a joke but I liked it too much so it stuck.

And he is! His boss is okay with it so Krow will be listening to tunes while cleaning up the most gruesome messes.

Once again, thank you very much for the suggestions. I'm gonna listen to these now nyeheehheehehe

[ruthlesslistener]

i hate to tell you but AO3 absolutely does have child porn. and of real minors too. and the devs have defended it. i know you don’t like antis either but those are full blown pedophilia fic apologists who think every criticism of ao3 is an attack on their precious “fictional” child porn but there is genuinely problems with REAL PEOPLE being written about in smut and raceplay etc. pls don’t fall for their bullshit

feel free not to respond i just, i know you don’t like people thinking you’re a pro shipper but you reblog stuff from them unknowingly and i used to think u were one bc of it

Oh believe me when I say that I'm aware of that particular fic and that I believe it should be submitted to law enforcement, or at the very least struck from the site. I've reported that fic myself and do not stand with the admins for doing nothing about it. Ao3 is an archive, but it is one for fictional characters. The fact that some fucking pedophile out there posted a drawn-out fantasy about an actual minor is fucking disgusting, inexcusable, and warrants legal action against the writer. The author should be in jail for creating child pornography. If I ever met them, I'd beat the everloving shit out of them myself. My stance will never change on that.

However- and I hate to sound like I'm defending this at all- I think you missed the point of the original post, which is that reporting fictional depictions of child porn clutters up the searches done on actual child sexual exploitation material. My major gripe with antis is that their repeated claims that fictional csa is the same as irl csa puts actual minors in danger by 1.) cluttering up the case studies of people tracking down irl predators, and 2.) creating a sort of 'cry wolf' effect where predators who DON'T create public content involving csa are completely ignored, but people who have no attraction towards children that write gross shit (and im using ONLY FOR HORROR HERE, stuff like lolita and the like) are considered pedophiles. Both give irl predators a lot of leeway or extra time to groom or sexually assault children, which is unacceptable. The rpf involving a minor is also an extreme exception, so it should be counted as a statistical outlier that DOES warrent legal action vs the other small subsection of disgusting shit targeted at fictional characters that really should be locked behind like three fucking disclaimers and struck from the algorithm so nobody has to see that shit.

So yes, I hate it, but when it comes to shit like this, you have to be logical and admit that the vast majority of reported content should merely be ignored instead of reported, because it mucks up the system designed towards protecting actual children and punishing pedophiles. I feel slimy and gross for saying it, because I don't want to sound like I think that fictional csa is okay (it really isn't), but if I had a theoretical gun for shooting down suspected pedophiles, I'm pouring all of my bullets into the confirmed irl cases than the others. It's always better to protect actual children than risk the alternative.

As for rpf in general, I personally believe that it should be banned from the site altogether :P Throw tantrums all you want, but rpf will never not be a violation of privacy done without consent. Fanfiction should be for fictional entities only. The one exception I allow are for crackfics involving long-dead fuckers like Thomas Jefferson, but even then I draw the line at porn with them because again- that's fucking disgusting and still stands for a violation of privacy without consent.

[biboyhalo]

hello i don’t know how to submit anonymously so i am going to dm u my quackboyhalo fanart. pls do not expose who j am cuz i don’t have a mcyt account. also let the record show i am doing this in exchange for more fanfic snippets

(i am here only to answer this then im going back to sleep lol)

I HAVE GOTTEN THE FANART I AM SHAKING AND CRYING IT IS VERY GOOD AND AS PROMISED ANOTHER SNIPPET FROM MY QUACKHALO WIP BC AAAAAAAAA

(this happens before the previous snippet)

Bad hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering in between Quackity and where his own hand is resting on the door knob.

"What's there?" Quackity asks, curiosity seeping out, unfiltered. "A sex dungeon?"

Bad rolls his eyes but doesn't reprimand him further. "It's… My room."

There's a certain kind of anxiety woven in it, a drop of uncertainty.

"Ah, so I was close." In an attempt to ease it, Quackity jokes again. Just like he's been doing for this whole time. Such a stark opposite of their last phone call.

Bad doesn't respond, instead, he frowns at the wooden door in front of them, stares at it with an intensity that's almost startling, as if willing it to do his bidding, whatever that request may be. To disappear? To open itself? To not let Quackity in without an invitation?

Whatever it is, it's irrelevant as the door budges, the new, unknown space shared right in front of his eyes.

It's a simple, small room. A bed, a little bit bigger than a standard single, but in no way a double, right by the back wall. Opposite it is a couch, looking a bit worn out with time. It's black, which makes Quackity giggle, mind already creating a page of inappropriate comments. Right by the window is the PC setup, which certainly looks the most expensive out of anything he could find here.

"Ooooh…" He takes it all in, turning around with each step he makes into the room, while Bad slowly closes the door behind them. "So this is where the magic happens."

"Yeah!" Bad's response is cheerful and innocent. It's obvious they're not talking about the same thing, what with Bad looking at his computer and Quackity pointedly glancing at the bed. But he wants more, more flustering comments that lead to dramatic reactions.

"It is? How many girls a week then?"

Bad turns to him, then blinks. Quackity can almost see the gears turning in his head, braces himself for a reprimand with a grin.

"Just the one." Bad says instead, mouth still resting around an easy smile. "Just me and Lucy."

Quackity frowns, head pulling back in pure, unfiltered confusion.

"Lucy?" He can't help the small grimace as the questions start forming in his head, too fast to acknowledge the tinge of recognition somewhere at the name. "Who the fuck is-"

The corners of Bad's mouth twitch, a shadown of a taunt breaking through. It brings it all home.

"Oh!" He finally connects the dots. He clicks his tongue in half-feigned irritation. It is a little bit funny that he forgot. "You mean fucking Rat."

Bad starts laughing, the high pitched chuckle of his that's so distinct. "Oh my Goodness, your face!"

And alright, maybe it's on Quackity for forgetting Rat's name and gender all the time, but it's not like the dog is what he focuses on when around Bad.

[aghostics-moved]

@solaoccasum​​​ :        unprompted. lumine & basile.

she's once again in his shirt, fingers gently cupping basile's features as she draws him in for a kiss. mm, he looked so pretty with his face flushed, truly, it's why she enjoyed being such a tease. ❝ ━ you feel so good inside me, ❞ her words are a whisper against his mouth, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she rises and falls on his cock, slow and easy, wanting to savor the feeling. ❝ ━ when you're being so good, i can't help but want to reward you, honey. ❞ laughter is alight in her gaze, mouth brushing against basile's with a hum. ❝ ━ will you continue to be good for me ?❞

it’s cruel, almost. the way with which he feels so helplessly powerless against her as if the moment she touches him all strength leaves his body and leaves him weak to anything she might plan or do. he lets out a soft little whimper, feeds into that submissive part he’s learnt to embrace with frightening ease while he cranes his neck to lean a little into the kiss. he doesn’t respond when she speaks, too busy letting out little noises that betray him when initially he’d wanted to remain composed and in control. but it’s nice, it feels so good when he traveler takes charge that basile can’t help but lean into it all, embrace the entire situation in his struggles.

he fights desperately against the urge to buck his hips, knows that it’ll count as misbehaving if he does. instead he shuts one eye the moment his eyepatch slides off, strains to not turn his head in embarrassment while he feels spit collecting in his mouth when he finds himself too busy moaning and neglects the need to swallow it down. there’s tears in the corner of his eye when he gives a weak nod, words unable to form when he tries to open his mouth to respond.

instead he feels a tiny bit of drool escape the corner of his mouth and he brings up one hand to wipe it away before it returns to clutching the sheets below him with an iron grip, knuckles paling.

                                                                   ❛ y-yeah. ❜

he barely manages to get the word out and if it weren’t for the little whimpers and strangled sounds in - between his moans he might have looked feverish. and maybe, in a sense he is, at least in the way he feels like he’s burning up while he lets lumine do whatever she damn well wants to do. but the strain of his efforts doesn’t seem to go unnoticed with the way she presses another kiss to his lips with a low sound of amusement. one day he’ll have to get back at her, but for now all he can do is give up and give in and accept this wholeheartedly because even if he’s never expected to find enjoyment in submitting to another like this, he can’t deny the way the pleasure feels almost maddening. she feels so hot around him, his cock twitches for a second when he feels her lower herself again before he lets out a strangled cry.

he feels almost numb except for the sensation of lumines touch, as if nothing else matters. but he is at least partially aware of the beads of sweat that form on his forehead when he has to force himself not to move either. if he gives up any semblance of control, he might as well do so entirely. and he’s rewarded, the moment she moves her hips the tiniest bit differently and he can’t help but let out a whine. his voice is breathless, raspy as he forces out the words.

                                           ❛ pl- please- a-archons- can i please- ❜

his eye widens, he struggles so hard not to spiral when he finds the courage to look up with a needy desperation to his gaze. he can’t bring himself to finish the question, thinks if he asks he’s going to break because it is so embarrassing. but he finishes it non-verbally anyways, tenses up when he struggles not to come crashing into a high until he’s given outright permission.

he promised he’ll be good, so he will. even if it is almost painful. even when he feels his whole body flush while he struggles to remain in control of the last bit of his sanity.

[theboyzoutofcontext]

please look at this i cried https://www(.)youtube.com/watch?v=fGA3XsPyL54

[hwanchaesong]

a/n: i have to write this or else my goldfish brain will forget this idea again, this picture of san is unbelievably hot pls- (photo not mine, ctto rightful owner)

genre and warnings: mafia au (?), degradation, cursing, praising, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, pet names, smut so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 767

"Come on princess, we're not done yet."

San chuckled as he pulled your sopping heat back to his hot mouth, your body thrashing around as you tried to release yourself from the restraints that he tied you in, bruises starting to form in your wrists due to the amount of force you exerted just to free yourself.

You can't take more of the abuse that he's put you through for hours.

His tongue circling your luscious walls, slurping all your juices as his thumb rubs your clit in a vertical motion, only for him to pull away whenever he feels your body twitch.

You swear to god, if he denies an orgasm again, you'll definitely cry.

"Master, please, I-" a loud gasp was elicited out of you when he sucked on your bundle of nerves roughly, "I promise I won't do it again."

His teeth nibbled on your button before he detached his mouth, licking his glossy lips, "Won't do what?"

"T-the acting like a w-whore in front of your members."

San smirked, his hand slithering upwards, running on the valley of your chest until it wrapped around your throat, effectively restricting your oxygen intake.

"That's my good girl." he muttered, lurching forward to give you a messy kiss, his tongue pushing inside and wrestling with yours, moans getting lost in his mouth.

"Does my baby girl deserve a reward?" he leered and you nodded your head so fast, desperate to come undone at his mercy.

He cooed at you, letting go of your neck, opting to grip your hair instead. A sharp sting on your scalp is felt when he ferociously tugged at your silky strands causing your eyes to meet with his.

"Answer, slut."

His previously sweet tone was replaced with a malicious one, a dangerous glint in his slanted orbs that serves as a warning that if you gave him a word that he does not accept, you're in a big trouble.

"Ye-" you yelped when he yanked at your hair viciously, "What was that?"

His raspy, low voice is a tell-tale sign that you were about to make a mistake, thus, you made a u-turn.

"N-no, master. I don't d-deserve a reward."

He hummed, happy that you're submitting yourself to him.

"Right." he mumbled, his other free hand snaked down to your core, plunging two digits inside you without any warning.

An ear-piercing cry echoed throughout the room, too sensitive with the contact, overwhelmed by the fact that his fingers curled themselves inside you, perfectly caressing your sweet spot.

"Master, I can't, no more p-please let me cum!"

Fucking hell.

San's rationality slips off of his mind every time he hears you whimper, beg for him to give you what you want.

He took a deep breath as he tried to contain his sanity, ego inflating with the knowledge that in this reality, it's him and only him that can turn you into a dreamy mess.

Only Choi San can tame a brat like you, and he enjoys every minute of your figure withering even with the slightest touch.

"I think you enjoy this punishment, kitten," his fingers sped up its pace, your eyes rolling at the back of your skull as you felt the bubble in your abdomen about to burst, "so much for teasing me while the others fuck you with their eyes."

His sight trailed to the ruined dress that you wore to the meeting he had to attend a while ago. You really had the audacity to wear that skimpy outfit, letting other people see the things that he had claimed.

Something within him had woken up, possessiveness filling his whole being.

He ripped his fingers out of you, resulting in your mewls and complaints but that all soon melted away when he plunged his large, thick cock into you, driving deep and bottoming out until his tip hit your cervix.

"Plain bullshit, I'm gonna rail you so bad, lay waste on you so you'll never pull a stunt like that ever again." he growled in your ears, groping your breasts and tweaking your nipples, adding to your never ending pleasure.

"Master pl-"

His hand went over to your mouth, muffling your noises, "Shut the fuck up."

Every word punctuated with brutal poundings, loud squelches and skin slapping rang in your head and you already feel like fainting.

"You are all mine to have, to fuck, and to destroy," he leaned his forehead into yours, spreading your legs wider and angling his hips in order to give you a striking thrust that had your back arching.

"My pretty little whore."

Taglist:

@hyuckilstan @gwenchwana @minkiflwr @ateezbabysitters @atzduskmeeting

[bemylord]

things they won’t do while doing the dirty

req: Hi loveee i hope you’re doing well, okay i’ve got an idea. so it’s the what turns them on ask but instead it’s what turns them off or what’s the one thing they won’t do while doing the dirty. Same characters if that’s okay but if it’s too many then Itadori, Satoru, and Megumi is good too! <3

thanks for the request again, hope you will like it!

♡ characters: itadori, satoru, megumi, nanami, sukuna.

♡ warnings: well, sex is not described in details, but smut stuff + sukuna as well.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

never will hurt you. he can turn his mind off and went psycho with you during the act of love, although satoru will never cross the line 'hurt'

if you said no, it means no. being not in the spirit for sex it's okay. if you allow him, he will spend the evening with you in his arms praising you and eat you your favorite snacks.

one thought about marking you using sharp objects makes him feels formidable. he would mark you with his teeth, kisses, nails. the man clearly will label you, so huge no to the knife. [have you see those fingers, bby?]

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ

he knows the word stop, so if you'll drop it, he will do it. i don't think itadori would play hard with you, wreaking havoc on your body, he would rather be a lovely boy.

itadori would feel guilty if sukuna says something inappropriate while he's pumping into you. it'd turn boy off so much like wtf is wrong with sukuna?

never leave you unpleasant. it's kinda silly, but itadori isn't very instructed in sex terming, nevertheless, he's open-minded to everything new and arousal. both of you will be trained and learned new spots and things together.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

he is a daddy, master, or your sensei in sex, but he knows when he should be stopped. nanami loves to feel the dominance and his force, and he'll continue his act if you as well. i mean, you like to be submitted by him.

he never lets anyone see your body. nanami kento is a possessive boyfriend, seeing you in the lingerie he bought for you or naked on his lap - divine view. that's why nanami won't show your body to anyone.

the disgusting thing that makes his stoic expression change into the abhorrent are things that turned you off. you heard me. nanami never tell, but he's so worried about your state and your pleasure, so everything that you think is too much - he will never try with you.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ

he likes slightly bdsm things, like: lightly bondage, dominance, and some toys. if you said red, he will stop immediately. according to your word, his games could go intense or rough, that's why there is the word red or stop.

megumi likes to edge you: bringing you to the satisfying climax and delaying it as long as you can. still, it's your pleasure, it's important to reach it or else it would be no fun to play if you won't cum and cry in delight and shakeful orgasm.

i think megumi likes it when you call him daddy, when you lost in relish, but he isn't into that so much. being your daddy only while he's fucking you rough is enough. he isn't into ddlg so much.

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ

as for sukuna, he would never share you with anyone. yeah, he has a common body with itadori, but when he takes you to his domain - he and only he.

you will hate me, but i've got a feeling that sukuna won't let you go 'till filling your holes and stretch your walls enough. he's a sadist, deviant, obviously isn't the one who will be playing amiable with you, so don't come if you aren't ready.

sukuna knows that itadori is one who will be pleasant and spoil you. he also knows why you came to his domain - play innocent girl as long as you want, if you came to his little world, it means you want it rough.

//~~//

sorry abt sukuna, but it's only my opinion about him, so don't hate me pls. also abt megumi and last point. i didn't mean to hurt anyone who is into ddlg, is just my thoughts. hope i did it good :3

[tendous-whore]

Ur naoya fic had me shook tho, I literally had to make a new account to send this request bc my mutuals on my main have no idea I’m into smut fics lmao (Dw tho I’m not a minor, age is in my blog desc.).

If you’re accepting requests…nanami and breeding kink pls. I love how the fandom has like decided that he has one lol, I see him as the type to *seem* vanilla buuuuuut he can actually be rough (everything is consensual tho). But that dom side of him only comes out when he’s sleeping with someone he makes a commitment to. Sorry for rambling. I’m looking forward to whatever you have to share next!!

you are the first person to send me an ask so far (which are ALWAYS open btw) so you have no idea how much I smiled when reading your message 🥺

when i woke up to read some jjk fics today, I was so shocked at how many people liked my naoya x reader!!!? it’s so weird that people enjoy my work, especially since it’s my very 1st explicit fic!

ANWAYS nanami is one of my fav characters, aside from naoya, for reasons other than both of them being goDAMN SNACKs😤 so definitely will dedicate a more in depth story for nanami later on. but! your request gives me the perfect opportunity to share a little bit of my own take on him hehhehhehe

so enjoy!! <3

nanami + breeding

the embodiment of “gentleman in the streets, freak. in. the. sheets.”

with his job, he hardly has the time to indulge in relationships, so he’s pretty lax in the bedroom at first. just goes with the flow, ya know

but the longer you stay, the more comfortable he gets when he realizes you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

but nanami doesn’t rush to pull out the whips and chains, he’s gradual when it comes to sharing his interests with you in the bedroom.

until he isn’t.

so when the two of you are alone, and the doors are locked, the nanami in the day contrasts the man he is at night.

nanami is already dominant in all aspects of your relationship, to some degree. but it doesn’t compare when he has you crumpled, completely submitting beneath him, or bent over his knee after a long day of dealing with your shit

he’s more cutthroat than the first time you two had sex. yea, he has a soft side too but when the mood is right, he knows which to bring out

so when your spread for him, accepting everything he gives, how can he not indulge in all he wanted with his pretty little thing?

the act of pumping you full drives him wild, and at times in need, it keeps him going, until the next time

and on top of that, nanami definitely gets off on the size difference between you and him, and shows

when he purposefully pushes on your stomach, feeling the outline of his bulge, when you fold underneath him without resistance

don’t even get me started on how he loves to take you ugh

when he has you locked in a mating press, unable to move and just take. take. take.

probably likes it even more when he’s done his research, knowing how much more likely you could get get pregnant with his cum when he’s plowing into you

the thought alone is so dangerous. but that’s why he likes it. hehe.

Nanami is diligent with the way he works your body, he’s mesmerized every detail down to the bone like the back of his hand. He knows when he pushes you further into the bed, forcing himself deeper than before, how full he makes you feel. Your body is so honest when he does, how the way your legs tense and shake and your tummy bulges when he thrusts at that one angle.

It is a sight that has him breathing faster, and his tongue dipping out to lick his lips. He’s hungry, a thirsty and dying man before you. Feeling the way your walls squeeze him, coating his lower half in a layer of slick feeds him bit by bit, but the urging desire to already fill you up has his hips stuttering.

But right now, he wants to savor this. Savor the way your body lays beneath him, your mouth slightly ajar, hair tangled between his fingers as you cried with pleasure. You looked so pathetic with the way you choked on air, your hands pressed against his chest as you took everything he threw your way.

That’s why Nanami loved you. It wasn’t easy to submit yourself to someone, but you did, allowing him to give you all that he wanted. You were good for him, so good and so pretty. And prettier when his thrusts would finally come to a stop, when his body would pull away from your battered figure, his face pulled down and his eyes focused and just watch.

Watch the way your ass trembled, your body wracked with an uncontrollable shake as you came down from your high, better than the one before. And he’d groan, the deep guttural hiss audible in the quiet room that smelled of sex when finally, his cum slowly leaked from your twitching whole.

And Nanami smiled, his eyes brighter then before when his fingers pushed it all back into your cunt, carefully gathering every drop and slowly fucking his seed into you again and again. And he’d tell you in that sweet voice of his so quietly.

“what a waste.”

“it’s not enough.”

“one more time.”

as he takes you in bed, promising that the next wave of euphoria will be it for tonight. That your walls will finally taste nothing but of Nanami, his scent etched into your skin. But you know better. Once Nanami has had a taste, he can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’re crying for him, begging for his cock to stuff you full and breed you stupid.

so when you’re nearing you end and Nanami grows sloppy, his thrusts more frantic then before, he palms your stomach. His fingers trace the outline of his cock, dragging in and out at a delicious pace, his hand digging deeper and deeper until your writhing under his grip. It stings, but when his fingers press harder and harder, it forces him to hit that one spot that has your breath stuck in the back of your throat and thighs aching.

“gonna breed this pretty little pussy.” He breathes.

“til’ it’s full and heavy.”

He’s rational, logical and very decisive. But when he is high off of the adrenaline and pleasure that’s pumping through his veins, Nanami silently hopes that his cum will bleed into your womb, that your pill won’t repel his seed. That somehow, by some miracle, you miss your period.

And if you don’t?

Then the next time, he’ll look forward to doing it all over again.

[fatuilady]

— 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. (NSFW)

✦ word count : 1.7𝐤

✦ feat : 𝐆𝐍 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , [𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭] 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

✦ cw : 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 , 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 , 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 , 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 , 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 :

— a certain fatui member is insistent that those of his level of importance don't have time to spare to waste on crying. little did he know, his rival intended to take him up on his statement all with the intent to conclude just exactly how much it takes to make a harbinger cry.

'Harbingers don't cry. It's below somebody of my position.'

The fatui's most valued redhead wore his confidence through his infamous, upturned smirk. He held his relaxed arms knotted together in definite security, crossed against his chest as he lifted his chin to further assert his prior statement. Though he spoke in a self-assured tonality, cockiness resonated in his ultimatum.

It was surely said to coax a remark from you, it was too obviously laced with brimming arrogance to not be some form of verbal mouse trap. It was amusing, how he attempted to retain his mirage of false strength.

'Is that so?'

You pursed your lips, allowing him to add to his curiously delusive ideology. His impudence was mildly beguiled and for the first instance in the whole of your passive-aggressive rivalry, his nerve began to agitate every one of yours. Challenging him with a simple three-part chuckle, you observed him as he shifted his posture. Just how much would it take to change his thesis?

'Tears come from weakness, something that I refuse to display.'

On it's own, it was a rather insensitive statement, considering he was by no means unshakeable. You both knew very well that he was going to contradict himself strongly in due time.

He was going to eat those words.

And he was going to like it.

You tied each finger into the auburn wefts atop his head, stray hints of frustration collecting together as he writhes, shifting and squirming. It was something you had discovered in the moment: he was incredibly hair sensitive. The way your nails dug into his tender scalp, pulling on every fibre sent electrical pulses through his skin.

Tugging sharply, you craned his head to the left. From such stark force, he stumbled, both on his feet and on a choked out groan. It was laughable, how quickly the tables turned at your hands.

'Harbingers don't cry?'

His previously smirking lip now quivered as you projected your words right into his ear. Admittedly, he made his statement with an absent mind. Would he have expected such a one-dimensional outlook would leave him back exposed, red-kneed as his rivalling other half forced each of his four limbs into the hardwood?

Would he have expected to warm up so easily to the situation?

No, but it was more likely than he thought.

You alleviated your grip on his hair, consequently dropping him onto his palms. He flinched once more as his forearms quaked, barely able to support the weight of your hefty boot on his lower back. He should have been thankful you blessed him with permission to keep his pants, however the elemental energy you emanated stung his bare back, torturing him as he shivered with anticipation.

'Pathetic, really.'

With utmost care, he peeked behind him through the space between his quivering forelimbs.

Childe's usual front, being the fatui's most infamous prodigy, didn't allow him to show any sign of submissiveness, however, what he saw flushed him with a feeling he'd never even considered before. It was one of desperation.

One of want.

One of need.

A critical shadow cut across your face, cast sinisterly over your newfound sadistic smile. It bore into him, made him feel queasy, weak at the joints. It was wrong for him to feel excitement prickle upon seeing you assert him in such a way. It was wrong for him to betray the very rules of his nation in the name of his own masochistic desire. It was wrong for him to want to brand the outlines of your sick face into his mind with a hot iron. It was wrong for him to indulge in the very actions he enjoyed inflicting on others.

Yet, it felt right to entertain them.

It felt right to submit and toss the coin to it's most opposite face.

It felt all too right to fall prey to his feral instincts.

'P-please...'

The address was barely audible in ordinary circumstances, but in a barren room, it was alarmingly loud. So loud that Childe couldn't recognise his own voice. It was subordinate, faltering and breaking apart with every syllable. The eleventh harbinger had never uttered such a word in his life; it was an address to a superior, something someone of his recognised status would never dream of choking out underneath someone he held such strong taunting against.

You caught ear of what he uttered, much to his controversial dismay. It was indeed a delight to hear on your part. Pressing your boot further into the base of his spine, you revelled in his weary whimpers. For such an accomplished warrior, he seemed particularly weak to human touch. Perhaps it was a double-edged blade, performing so well that no opponent could touch him also meant that in this irregular instance, he upheld the resistance of a flimsy piece of parchment when it came to withstanding another's force. Entertaining this now obvious forbidden fantasy of his, you unsheathed one of the two foils, a particular favourite from your personal arsenal, from the holsters on your back. It was thin, made rigid with elemental energy in the same way that he materialised his own blades.

They suited you well in previous duels, never once had they failed you against the tyranny of the Fatui, so it was unlikely they would betray you against an unarmed, unhelped and so clearly sexually frustrated opponent.

Such a weapon would not have intimidated him usually, in fact, he also knew how to use it perfectly well and precisely. This time, it struck a kind of taboo enjoyment within him. You performed much differently to him in the dance of battle: he was a jack of all trades, you were more concentrated as a master of one. As you leaned into him once more, you traced the charged edge over his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles underneath contract and tense under your fervorous guidance.

Your control was indeed as masterful as he expected, possibly even too much for him.

'What was that?' You mused, through an invasive grin.

He gasped, the last of his depleting reasoning was begging him to come to his senses. It was quickly fading away into mere electrical impulses that made him twitch with every subtle move. Sabre now pressed to his throat, he felt the power of your vision burn into his skin, adam's apple resting uncomfortably on top of the honing edge.

You were waiting impatiently for a response, minutes elapsed and you quickly discovered you would have to coax it out of him. Digging the blade in further, you forced him onto his knees just so he could avoid an accidental demise.

Truthfully, he wouldn't have minded going out this way. If it was to a more despised enemy, he'd turn his nose at even the thought, but with you, his mind wandered like a lost puppy.

'p-please, m-m...'

He seemed as though he was going to choke out another few syllables, but caught himself, or more likely, became tied up on his own tongue.

'I want that in words,'

'f-a-ah~ p-please, [NAME] I-I'll beg, I swe-swear-'

Before he could finish his statement, you disenchanted your foil, allowing it to lose its structure, falling into a long strand connected to a handle. With a careless flick, it coiled around his neck thrice, all whilst leaving an arm's length of cord, more than enough for you to tug on sharply. He jolted upwards, vocals breaking as he wailed.

'Then beg.'

Childe's eyes widened, the sheer cold was like lightning, superconducting across his skin. It felt euphoric, pinning and placing freezing, soothing pressure on each and every torn muscle. Brimming tears started to swell in his waterline.

How utterly humiliating.

'[N-NAME]...m-ma-' he took a moment to swallow back the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sultry thoughts beating him up below, 'm-make me cry.'

'Is that what you want, pretty boy?' He crumbled at the nickname.

'p-prove m~me wrong...'

And there was all the confirmation you needed.

Taking your chance to dual wield your two rapiers, you disenchanted the other and with one forceful swoop, lashed it right across his bare back.

The initial sound was one of pain, but in mutual desire, he melted into the succeeding throbbing, the stinging coaxing unholy sounds to tumble so effortlessly from his lips. He was very well already on his way to Cloud 9, mind spinning with wishful stars as his vision became blurred.

'youre so pretty when you cry,' you cooed, knowing his pants would be far beyond uncomfortable at this point. Another lash.

'f-gahh~ pl-plea-'

Again.

'It's- too- too much,' you leaned down to kiss his blushing earlobes, listening to him sob over his embarrassing request, 'I- n-need t-'

Again.

'Touch yourself? how crude.' Biting the handle of the cord around his neck, you used your now free hand to hook around the front waistband of his pants. 'Go ahead. That is, if you're so desperate to be vulgar.'

You traced the wicked serpents tongue over his back this time.

A thought quickly came to pass. Your vision trinket illuminated a gentle hue as you crystallised the surface in front of him. Puzzled, initially, he only realised it's purpose when he suddenly saw his reflection gaping back at him, scarlet faced with glazed eyes. You had made the surface reflective with elemental energy, all with the purpose of allowing him to see himself come undone at the seams.

'Are you going to begin? or are you to embarrassed to watch yourself?' Leaning into his other ear, you could feel the hot air from his panting, 'would you rather me drag you like a dog all the way back to Snezhnaya so the Tsaritsa can look upon you in this condition?'

The sounds of his muffled moans and wet slapping of raw skin started to fill the room. Just like that.

'I hope you intend to clean this mess you're making, Ajax, you're leaking all over the floor.'

You were more intent now just to watch him cradle himself to desperately over your mere presence alone, how could you resist disrupting him with occasional thrashing, causing him to jerk his hand harshly.

The eleventh harbinger was foaming at the mouth, growing more non-verbal with every shot you took at him like he was merely just a discarded hilichurl training dummy. It was a cocktail of eroticism, pleading whines, tortured whimpers and shameful cries all shaken up as one.

Childe wasn't usually one to complete his process so quickly, mostly saving the build up, so this was something new for him. He made eye contact with you through the makeshift mirror, the look in his eyes telling you he was about to pop. He had discarded his concern for volume long ago, keen to ride out the feeling under your stern supervision. He figured it was drawing to a close soon, so gave it his all.

You didn't like that.

One of your whips wrapped itself around his working hand, tugging it forcefully away from his work. For a brief moment, he had allowed himself to indulge himself to a point where he forgot who's mercy he was under.

'Ajax.'

You trailed your tongue across his salty cheek, the intoxicating taste of your victory turning the flavour sweet.

'Just who said that you could finish?'

It was a guarantee that you would make him cry about it.

This was a mistake on his part.

But boy, was he glad he made it.

© 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞 .