#prolly why my shit so wet

[ghostin]

does megan know there's still time to record cry baby with someone else please let flo milli be the feature idc if it's been 2 years megan please

[toxicanonymity]

Can I request a fic where Reader’s parents were recently killed and she has to look after her younger siblings. She needs to find a way to earn money so she is forced to become a prostitute/sex worker. Only thing is she is a virgin. And guess who takes her virginity as part of the job? (Joel!). Not sure how you can make it dark, but that’s up to you!

virgin sex worker

<1k words | joel x f!reader | masterlist

18+ virginity loss, unsafe PIV sex, bj, Joel talks you through the whole thing. Post-outbreak.

"Call me Joel," the john says.

"It's my first time," you tell him.

"No different from doin' it with a boyfriend," he reassures you as he unzips his pants.

"No, I've never. . . It's my first time, ever."

He looks stunned but not put off. "Why ya doin' this?"

"It's really none of your business, I'm not gonna justify myself to you."

"Why me then? Lotta men would pay top dollar for a virgin."

"You're a regular, right? The other girls said you'd be good for my first time. Nice and gentle?"

"Whew, that ain't me, baby," he laughs. "Must be their sick idea of hazing the new girl. . . Must want me to break ya in reeeal good."

Your face goes cold and your eyes prickle with tears.

"Don't worry baby, I can try my best . . . c’mere, let’s see what we’re workin’ with.” He pats the bed. “Bend over for me.” He takes off his jeans.

You bend over with your ass in the air. He lifts up your skirt and pulls down your panties. "Mmm now that's a nice lookin' pussy."

He strokes it but you aren’t wet. He puts his hands on your waist then asks “ok if I move ya'round and shit?”

“Um, yeah,” you answer.

He somewhat roughly throws you on your back. “Was that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“I’m gonna make it so it feels better for ya, k?” He takes your panties all the way off then puts his head between your legs. His tongue on your clit turns you on right away. He kisses, licks, and sucks at your pussy, always returning to your clit. You moan in pleasure, then he sticks a finger in.

“Good girl, now we’re in business.” He slowly pumps that one finger as he keeps pleasuring you with his mouth. Then he sticks another finger in. He grunts in satisfaction as he pulls his mouth away, and looks up at you from between your thighs. “Nobody ever been in here?”

“No, only toys.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “Well good, that means you prolly won’t bleed too much.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, then curls them. It’s quite a stretch, but still pleasant. After awhile, Joel sits up and gives you a little smile, thumbing your clit one last time as his fingers slide out.

“Alright, we’re warmed up, ready to go,” Joel says while palming himself over his boxers. “You wanna give it a kiss first, get to know it?”

You sit up, then bend over again so your head is at dick-level with him standing next to the old, dirty bed. His hard cock intimidates you but also sends a pang of arousal between your legs. You wrap your hand around it and he sighs. You put your lips around the head and he says “Yeah, attagirl.” When you begin to suck, he gives a low whistle. “Damn, you suck a good cock.”

You’ve done your research.

“Alright now.” You take your head off his cock and wait for his instructions. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard. “How bout ya just come on up here.” He pats his lap. “Take it how you want it, and I’ll try not to interfere.”

You slowly straddle him and hover over his cock. He holds it for you in one hand and watches you hungrily. He fingers you again with his free hand, then urges you closer, pulling you by your ass. He aligns his tip at your entrance, then you slowly sink onto it. In a way, it feels amazing, but It’s a major stretch and also hurts. You wince. He breathes heavily, trying to control himself.

“Ok if I help?” he asks and you nod. His hands come to your hips and gently press down. You gasp and your face screws up.

“Sometimes ya gotta rip the bandaid off. want me to do that for ya, baby?”

You’re nervous but you don’t think you can go any further without more help.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Attagirl,” he says. His large hands pull you down hard on his cock and he grunts loudly. You gasp at the intrusion. It feels like he’s inhabiting most of your body. He thrusts up into you and you gasp again. It hurts, but not in a very bad way.

Then, he sits more upright and puts you on your back. He pulls out most of the way, then slams his cock into you and you both grunt as the force pushes you down the bed. He begins to really fuck you. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says and you nod. His face darkens, then he pounds into you repeatedly. It hurts, but not bad enough to say it. The feeling of being filled by him outweighs the pain.

After a few minutes, he says he’s about to come. “Wanna see how it tastes?”

“Yeah,” you say as he pulls out. He straddles you and walks on his knees up to your armpits, leans forward, and you lift your neck to accept him into your mouth. Then he groans and pulses into your mouth.

It's salty and a little tart.

"Good girl," Joel whispers as you take the last of his load. He gets dressed while you freshen up. He's sitting on the bed in his jeans when you come out.

"You're still here?" You ask.

"Yeah, you good?"

You nod.

"Can I give ya'a hug?"

You hug goodbye and the taste lingers in your mouth all day.

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This was a quick one from the ask cellar. Ty for reading!

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[sevenpoyo]

some brooklyn slang ik for all the ppl who wanna write for miles and kilometers‼️

feel free to add more idk everything but i i am originally from there and visit a lot this stuff i hear a lot and if you wanna add slang to ur writing this is a good place to start, not all of these brooklyn or ny exclusive but that’s where a lot of american slang starts and u prolly heard some of it b4. imma list it ne ways

don’t use like 8 of these in one sentence bc it will sound weird and i can’t really cover ny puerto rican slang or any puerto rican slang really bc my grandad is a bum so if you know some add it

the city is manhattan, not the other 4 burroughs, just manhattan, cus that’s where everything’s at

to cut ass is to roast tf out of someone , to get your ass cut is get tf roasted out of you

wyling/wilding is being outta pocket, something being absurd or crazy

yeah nah means no and nah yeah means yeah idk why they gotta make it complicated just look at the second word

good looks is like good looking out

it’s bout to be winter and i’m bout to see mad christmas fics and shit but do y’all know the proper way to describe cold ny winters?

if it’s cold as hell, it’s brick outside, not regular cold, ny winter is like nipples so hard i see em thru the bra cold

ex; “how it’s so brick outside i walk to the store wit my hair wet and it deadass got icicles in it” “yeah it’s fr brick outside today” “i’m not walkin wit u in this brick ass weather for a bacon egg and cheese?” (actual convo between my sister and me last winter break)

fronting seem kinda easy to me but is like acting or pretending i can’t explain it with out an example

“why you fronting like you wouldn’t die if they text you asking u to go out with them” “you can stop fronting like you like cars it cool if you don’t” “don’t sit there fronting like u don’t wanna dance wit me”

being tight over something is just being upset or annoyed

rj is so smart they said “We say tight bc you kinda huddle close to yourself when you tense/stressed or angry” i had no idea i just be saying it i aint know it had a reason💀 it make sm sense now.

“who got you tight like that this early in the morning?” “my momma came home tight yesterday for no reason, she threw a boot at me!” “i’m so tight this damn shift change has me working all closers this week”

jack is like claiming someone or something

i talk old as hell idk what the youths be jacking nowadays

cop is basically to get, used to be mostly 4 drugs back in the day my dad said (he don’t know why im asking him this)

“just copped me some retro 3’s” “bout to cop me a few percs in a minute”

speaking of a minute, mostly for my non americans bc that’s who get confused the most when i say this one. depending on the context this can mean a actual minute, a short time or a real long

“i’ll be back in a minute” is short “i ain’t seen y’all in a minute” is long. idk how to explain the difference besides context

bop is a good song, pretty easy but i see ppl on tiktok use it wrong

bangs/banger goes hard is kinda like bob for music but i be using it for anything fr

“this push pop is banging yo”

mad can be used normal like angry but it also means a lot or really kinda like hella ig? i usually uses hella when i would say mad so ppl can understand me easier up here

dumb also mean very in the same way

ex; “my english teacher give out mad homework for no reason.” “she be giving me mad shit over the smallest stuff” “i just had some mad good wings so i’m cooling rn” “this shit is mad spicy u sure you want some?” ''This shit got me dumb tight'' “you don’t need no jacket it’s dumb hot out here”

smacked is like high as fuck idk how to elaborate ur just high

lit is drunk

“Yuuuur!'' A signal, a greeting usually used to catch the attention of someone or something very fun greeting and very hated by schools, it’s weird anywhere outside of ny kinda at least to me.

being hollywood means u get a little fame and think ur all that or just that u got a little fame and they’re jokingly hating

ex; “i saw u on the news the other day, “the prowlers return” u must be real proud of yourself huh hollywood?” “and here comes hollywood wit his trending tiktoks”

real talk is when ur about confess something or say something serious in a not real serious setting or convo

“real talk we play a lot but i love you, my life would be boring with out you around” “real talk i’d never do that to you foreal”

go together is like go out kinda, y’all kinda match behavior cus y’all a couple, this one need a sentence 2 i think. (THIS ONE IS OLD AS HELL ONLY USE IT IF UR TRYING TO RIZZ MOMMA RIO)

“he want ur number? he don’t know we we go together or sum?” “why she wanna act like we go together, ion even know her?” “don’t we go together?”

i can’t even explain it with a sentence y’all just gotta figure this one out 💀

A bodega/deli is a convenience store ik most know this from the movie but some ppl think it’s all stores or all spanish stores when it’s just a corner store

the owners of the deli closest to my granddad house is muslim. and so we keep track of all muslim holidays when he’s closed

an ock is the bodega man, miles knows the man’s name at the deli we see him visit, but at any other store he’d call the guy ock

dipping on someone is changing ur mind last minute, usually canceling plans

ex “we was supposed to go get outfits together but they dipped on me last minute”

staticky is like wanting to fight or still being pissed after a fight

static is beef or on sight energy

you good can really be anything but imma list ones i can think of

it can mean like are you ok? or don’t worry about it, or how are you, or stop, or do you got a issue? or do you want an issue? it’s all in the tone of how it’s said fr

'Word of my moms/dads I saw/ did/did not *insert topic*'' Honest term, no lying present in statement i feel like (my cousins be putting anything on they momma fr risking shit on her for no reason)

'hold it down'' handle buisness / take care of someone or something. can also be in refrence to criminal who handles ''buisness''

NOW EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO @rashadisback BC HE CARRIED ME ON THIS‼️

i hope this helps any writers that don’t live here!

[admiringlove]

part one.

[19:12] . . .

suna thinks he's lost his mind. or maybe, you've taken all his senses with you when you left that night. maybe he's slowly going crazy—sort of like the main character of that one show you love to watch. the schizophrenic lady slowly losing her senses but not understanding what's going on.

perhaps calling himself crazy would be an overstatement. but you had him confused and dazed, nonetheless.

he thinks he's done something wrong. but he doesn't know what it is. why else would you leave in the middle of the fucking night after the things you two had done together? he's sitting in the living room, one hand in his hair and phone in the other. he's texting osamu, telling him about your amorous endeavors from that night. it had been roughly two weeks since then. and if he was correct(and not borderline insane), you hated his guts.

he wasn't sure why, though. had he not performed well? when the two of you had done "it", did he not please you? what was the issue here? you didn't sound like you hated it, in fact, you sounded quite the opposite throughout.

his phone rings. it's osamu.

"hey-"

"you did what with [y/n]?!" suna has to move the phone away from his ears for that one. his eyebrows knot as he puts the call on speaker, not understanding why osamu of all people is having such an outburst. it's usually atsumu who's the annoying one with no sense of rationality.

"we um," rintarō's face flushes red. he even hides his face with his palms, even though his grey-haired best friend can't see him, "we had sex."

"oh my fuckin' god," the younger miya twin throws more profanities on the phone, but rintarō chooses to tune them out. but then osamu continues, "do ya even know what ya've done? are ya stupid? do ya have no common-fucking-sense? sunarin, for fuck's sake, how can ya be less emotionally intelligent than a fuckin' celery?"

"stop swearing at me, you jackass!" the middle-blocker picks up his phone, almost yelling into it. he then narrows his eyes, lips pursed as he asks, "what exactly did i do wrong?"

"ya do fuckin' realize," suna assumes what osamu's doing is taking a bite out of an apple between his sentences, "ya had a girlfriend a month ago. a pretty fuckin' serious one, at that."

"oh," suna's train of thought stops. oh, shit. fuck, fuck, fuck. what the hell had he done? oh my god.

"yeah, 'oh'. what the bloody hell were ya thinking?" osamu swears again. but this time, rintarō thinks he might've deserved it. all of it. you ignoring him, osamu swearing at him, that nagging feeling at the back of his throat. and that pang in his chest when you left with your things at four o'clock in the fucking morning.

"ya do realize, [y/n] prolly feels more like shit than you do. they haven't spoken to me or 'tsumu after that night. i thought they dropped off the face of the earth until akaashi-san said they were havin' some kinda crisis so they were busy. turns out [y/n] hasn't been showin' up for lectures either," osamu drones on for a few minutes. then it strikes suna. he hadn't even bothered to give you an explanation about why he broke up with his girlfriend.

or actually, she broke up with him. because of you. his mind wavers at the memories of that night where she called him to the local diner to tell him off. she even told everyone it was a mutual break-up and that it didn't work out. he was just glad she fell out of love with him before he accidentally broke her heart. she had every right to do what she did. he was a total, complete twat who didn't know what he was doing. he had hurt so many people, because in actuality, he was just as emotionally stupid as atsumu.

to be honest, even atsumu isn't this stupid. suna has to give that guy some credit.

"what do you even feel about [y/n], sunarin? do ya like them? or didja use them 'cause you were bored 'n wanted ta get yer dick wet?" the accusation makes the middle-blocker wince.

"jesus christ, give me some credit, dude. of course i like them. you know, i never told any of you this, but michi broke up with me because of [y/n]."

"wait, hold on, what? what the fuck?"

"yeah, um," suna hates admitting that he's wrong. gosh, he has to, though. he's done enough. he doesn't want to hurt you any longer, "apparently, i was in love with [y/n] all along and didn't know it."

"oh my god," osamu literally gives up. rintarō can hear his friend facepalm through the phone, "yer such a screwed up person, man. didja even bother telling them this?"

"about that-"

"ya didn't tell 'em. wow. what else could i expect from someone with the emotional range of a fuckin' goldfish? just cut the damn call, already. i got shit to do. and go tell [y/n] all of this or i'll break yer legs the next time i see ya." beep, beep, beep.

he actually ended the call himself. huh, suna thinks to himself. but then he tosses his phone into the pocket of his sweats, pulls on a hoodie, and leaves his apartment.

he's not coming back without making it up to you. no fucking way. all the while that he's driving to your place, he curses at himself for being such a complete and utter dunce. and when he finally stands outside your door, his hands are sweaty and shaking. he's never even been this nervous for a match.

he knocks thrice. dum, dum, dum. then twice, dum, dum. then once, dum.

this was how you guys had communicated in high school. when something went terribly wrong and you needed each other's company. three, two, one. slowly. this was how he'd knocked on the door of the broom closet after school when you were inside having a panic attack. it was how you'd knocked on his bedroom door after they'd lost the match to karasuno in second year.

"go away, rin," you croaked from the inside, "i don't wanna see you."

"'course you don't. i'm an asshole," he says, "but i know where the spare key is and i'll trespass on you if you don't open this door right now."

the door opens a mere second later. you stand there in an oversized tee and shorts, hair a complete mess and eyes glassy. your under-eyes had swollen up too. this was all... because of him?

"the fuck do you want now? more sex?" you ask crudely. he almost scoffs, but he's clearly in the wrong here. you were his best friend. you had the right to abuse him like this because he'd used you. hell, you should be saying more than things like this.

"i'm sorry," he tries to hold your hand, but you move away from him. he feels his heart crack and his throat close up, but he continues, "do you know why michi and i broke up?"

"oh god, " you scoff, "if this is why you're here. please leave."

"listen to me," he holds your shoulders. you visibly look agitated and angry. you have every right to, of course. but you have to hear this. he has to say this. he goes on, "michi left me. i didn't leave her but she left me. don't you want to know why?"

"let me guess, she got fed up with your piece-of-shit attitude?" you walk away, to the kitchen as you turn on the coffee-maker. he chases after you, grabbing you by your shoulders again. you almost push him off.

"because i love you, goddamnit!" he shakes you lightly, "do you understand? she wasn't you. she understood that from the very beginning! that's she why left me."

"oh," you blink slowly, drinking it in, "oh."

"'oh'? that's all you have to say?"

"oh please, rintarō," you roll your eyes, "i've been in love with you since freshman year of high-school and you didn't fucking notice. you are genuinely the most stupid person i have ever met. you know, atsumu knew from the very beginning. he's an idiot, sure, but he's actually really smart when he wants to. osamu knows too- why are you looking at me like i'm a terrorist or something?"

oh. what the heck?

"you were in love with me for five years and didn't even bother saying anything? even the fucking twins know? you do realize, this whole thing could've been avoided if you had just told me you liked me before i said okay to that date with michi a few months ago."

"hey, you don't get to come here and tell me i've done something wrong when you realized you were in love with me because michi, of all people, told you. you didn't have the balls to do that part on your own? instead, you come and sleep with me-"

"i thought that made it very clear that i liked you, come on-"

"absolutely not."

"not even a little bit?"

"no."

"oh come on," he nudges as you pour yourself coffee, "maybe a little?"

you smile. he mentally lets out a huge sigh.

"fuck you, yeah, maybe a little," you mutter. he wants to punch the air and kick it and jump around as if he's five-years-old again. because what the hell? he bickered with you and that's all it took to make you smile. holy shit, he thinks.

"go on a date with me," he slides his arms around your waist in the kitchen. you chuckle, holding back a laugh, "no."

"come on, please?" he whines into your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder, "just five minutes of your time next weekend. i promise it'll be worth it."

"five minutes?" you look back, an eyebrow raised, "you sure? i'll put a timer on my phone and everything."

"shut up," he tells you. then, you grin, "make me."

notes: then they kiss, kiss, fell in love.

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[handthatyouredealt]

6: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:

8: Have you ever got so wet in the night that you wake up wanting some sexual activity?

9: Tell me your wettest dream?

18: Does a massage get you wet?

20: If there’s one place a girl should touch you to make you instantly horny, where is that?

22: Ever left the house without wearing any underwear?

24: Biggest turn on:

25: Worst possible time to get horny:

27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:

29: Best sexual compliment you ever got:

33: What your favorite part of your body:

36: When was the last time you masturbated:

38: Have/would you ever have sex outside?

39: Have/would you ever masturbate at work?

43: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

44: Does size really matter to you?

51: Do you like to have phone sex?

52: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

62: Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?

71: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

holy shit anon. you wanna know a lot, dontcha? well, ask n' you shall receive or whatever the fuck

6: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny?

uhmmmm prolly having my chain pulled one time. like it was as a joke to get me to move closer to the group but i like. bluescreened about it

8: Have you ever got so wet in the night that you wake up wanting some sexual activity?

like. often. i thought this was a normal thing

9: Tell me your wettest dream?

sorry to disappoint anon i like. don't have these for some reason? all my dreams are shot like million dollar budget movies. like with camera angles n all. but the thing is it's always about the stupidest n wildest shit. apologies.

18: Does a massage get you wet?

honestly? never gotten one but i feel like it would. like. i already love physical touch to begin with. hm. yeagh. thinkin.

20: If there’s one place a girl should touch you to make you instantly horny, where is that?

this is gonna be odd n specific n out me as a sap but fucking like. grabbing my face. like cup my chin n pull me forward. shit like that. yeah. yeah i will literally get dizzy over it

22: Ever left the house without wearing any underwear?

yes like once as an order. smiles real big. that's all m'sayin on that.

24: Biggest turn on:

VOICESSS and degradation and praise. eyup. the last two tie in very heavily with the first lawl lmao

25: Worst possible time to get horny:

it kinda catches me tf off guard at work bc i'll just be picking up suitcases off the floor and putting them back on their shelves and get reminded of something and bluescreen. i almost dropped a suitcase on m'noggin yesterday. crzy stuff

27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:

none because i'm the bestest ever at everything and i've never had a bad idea in my life. in all honesty prolly tryin to take a girls fingers all the way down my mouth knowing how hair trigger my gag reflex is . didnt upchuck but Jesus

29: Best sexual compliment you ever got:

uhhmmmm. hm. thats a good question. got told my thighs were really soft n grabbable n i've felt better about my body ever since tbh.

33: What your favorite part of your body:

i don't really. have one? i feel disconnected from it a lot lmao. uhhhh for the sake of it prolly my shoulders n neck tbh. idk why. they just look Nice.

36: When was the last time you masturbated:

quite literally at around 3 or 4 am this morning. what can i say i take it to late nights

38: Have/would you ever have sex outside?

depends on what you'd count as outside. bc ive gotten my shit rocked in the backseat of a car before. i consider that outside. but like. out in the woods? meh. maybe if i was feelin' up to it i'd do it. or like. is a fitting room outside? bc i'd do that too. idk man i need Specifics!!

39: Have/would you ever masturbate at work?

have i? no. would i? tbh prolly not department stores are distinctly Unsexy

43: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

i feel like i'd be kissing and biting at tattoos. i'd also think its just super cool bc i love tattoos and i want a few of my own.

44: Does size really matter to you?

i literally could not care less ever. what do you think humans have tongues and teeth and fingers and imaginations for. size is irrelevant to me overall i don't have preferences.

51: Do you like to have phone sex?

i do but i am also easily embarrassed and ashamed of everything ever so you gotta lure me in like a feral dog first. sorry . smiles sweetly

52: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

i usually don't but i don't mind it. it's like a vaguely weird sensory thing and then its Over after like an hour.

62: Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?

who says beggars can be choosers? wildly overestimating how much play i get; i will take what i can get when i can get it.

71: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

i know this is more a question of like kinks and shit and i'm kinda using a linguistic loophole here to avoid the original intention but. weed. all weed is slutweed when you're a slut is a tenet i live by. takes me about 3 hits before i start Losing It a wee bit. it's like a real life aphrodisiac (guy who is mildly high rn)

[petrichoraline]

For the series game! can I ask Between Us and Manner of Death?

🏊‍♂️Between Us🏊‍♂️

Favourite character: for the longest time it was Bee but since he got a bit wet kitten near the end, it might be Tul now

Funniest character: i don't remember laughing much with this show but Tul stirring shit was appreciated..Win too

Best-looking character: ohh this show made me get Boun's appeal phew..also though i wouldn't consider Waan traditionally handsome, he brought so much charisma to the table i couldn't look away

3 favourite ships: WaanTul, WinTeam, BeePrince

Least favourite character: Prince's manager maybe? BeePrince's arc was kind of meh so the drama that came with those scenes just annoyed me more than anything

Least favourite ship: out of the four other couples, not counting parents, ig PhruekManow

Reason why I watch it: at some point the dash motivated me cause i had missed out on 4 episodes..the editing is just not it, yknow, the episodes were long and i was dreading the pointless parts.. i wanted to see WinTeam happy but for most of the show i was there for the other couples, at one point it was BeePrince, then WaanTul and i had fun with the PhruekManow crumbs; the chemistry between WinTeam (not sexual only, overall) is also a factor

Why I started watching it: there was sm hype from the fandom and so many gifs from the first two episodes lol; i hadn't/still haven't seen UWMA and thought it'd be fun to see how this one plays out for smne with nearly no context

🕵️‍♂️Manner of Death🕵️‍♂️

Favourite character: it's maybe either That or the inspector

Funniest character: again, i don't remember laughing much (i was so stressed out) but That was so cute and i found his behaviour funny..Tan was also ridiculous

Best-looking character: Inspector M babyy

3 favourite ships: TanBun, ThatSorn, Inspector M and me Dr. Oat (i'm waiting impatiently)

Least favourite character: gee, pick any of the villains and you'd prolly be correct

Least favourite ship: Tan and the kitchen..just leave it to the hottie doctor babes

Reason why I watch it: the mystery and TanBun's chemistry (and their effortless slip into a relationship lol the murder stuff just delayed the inevitable it seems)

Why I started watching it: everyone knew this show and the mystery genre is right up my alley..also MaxTul, i think i had seen twm at that point and wanted more of them

[captain-krow-drozdov]

~Excerpts From My Latest Nightmare~

________

Me, in the cab of a car(truck?) in a dark ass fresh rain style wet parking garage with some dude in the driver's seat: Why The Fuck Are We In A Parking Garage Located In A Gods Damned Void?????

Guy, messing with some piece of equipment: We are here to investigate the supposed haunting of this place by a murder victims ghost oooo~

Me: Ah Of Course Why Would I Think Anything Else. Mmmhmm Totally Normal Friday Night Activity, Does Anyone Perchance Know Of Our Nightly Escapade Or Are We Fixin To Be A Buzzfeed Unsolved Case?

Guy: Stop being so paranoid we're going to be fine, now c'mon we got a haunting to investigate!

_______

Me and the Guy™ stopping for the first time in what feels like forever in this hell abyss: Listen Let's Just Go Home We Can Get Pizza And Watch A Movie Back At The House Or Somethin.

Guy: no we haven't been here that long let's just explore a bit-

Random ass baseball doing two little stutter bounces out of the shadows and rolling to a stop between Me and the Guy:

Me and the Guy, stare at the ball then to where it came from then look at each other: ...

Me, turning on my heel and speed walking back in the direction of the car: Nope Fuck That Stay Here And Die If You Want But I'm Going Home.

Guy, picking up the godforsaken ball and running after Me laughing: Dude it's prolly just some kids fuckin around it's fine!

Me, speed walking back to the car: If You Don't Start Acknowledging The Obvious Paranormal Bullshit That's Been Happening Imma Kill You And Make This Place Double Haunted.

______

Me and the Guy back in the car after I lock the doors: Cool Let's Leave.

Guy, in driver's seat checking camera: yeah hold on lemme just check the footage

Me: You Can Check The Video At Home Let's GO.

Guy, annoyed putting stuff away: fuck fine let's go.

Guy turns on car/truck the lights blaring on as somethin fuck off big sized moves in the darkness:

Me: Mmm Fuck That Go Go Go If Something Gets Infront Of Us HIT IT Do Not Stop Just Drive!

Guy: I'm not just gonna hit it what if it's just a person Jesus stop being so paranoid!

Me: Mother Fucker I Swear-!

Cab lights in the car/truck start flickering, radio starts playing and scrolling rapidly through stations as all the lights and warning noises start going off all at once in a sensory overload hell:

Me and the Guy start cursing each other/the world out and trying to get shit to work before everything goes completely black and suddenly we are outside the parking garage on the main road and the car is working fine again:

Guy out of breath white knuckling the steering wheel: holy shit we're alive??? Fuck I didn't get that on video!

Me, damn near hyperventilating: Fuck The Video Fuck That Place Let's G O.

Guy, calling down and buckling his seatbelt: alright shit fine okay just buckle up and we're gone.

Me, lifting my already buckled seat belt up with my thumb in an "already ahead of you" way before looking up in the rear view mirror only to see a reflection of a person/humanoid with glowing eyes in the backseat: FUCK-

Humanoid thing in backseat lurches forward with it's mouth unhinged and I assume dream Me and Guy fuckin died cause I woke up.

[glassand-grass]

sex and then chicken nuggies; that’s really all it takes, im a simple gal

But OHHHHHHH GOD does this man ever make me feel things I haven’t felt like ever 😩 we hung out again tonight and watched 0 blinky blinkies take off (slight disappointment)

he makes me laugh stupidly. he was going thru his centre console looking for his vape and just pulling out the most random shit (truck parts because that’s just who he is 🤦🏻‍♀️) and he pulls out a switch and I’m looking at him like why the fuck for?? and HE STRAIGHT UP SAYS “to turn off your attitude” and THE LOOK. I WAS SHOOK. And then we died laughing 😂

and then he kisses me and I just melt. im a puddle in my pants. and then his wandering hands 😩 and then im just im dying and my window is open and he’s like “there’s a car over there” and im like “idgaf their windows are foggy too they’re prolly doing the same thing we are” and then we died 😂 and he keeps going and then im just getting super desperate and he’s like “okay close the window” AND THEN WHEWWWW. the dirty talking oh my god DEAD. and he knows what he’s doing with his hands 😩 and teasing me and telling me how wet I am and how tight I am and I just ooooooooh FUCK. My legs SHOOOOK. he even was like “your legs were shaking so hard” LIKE YEAH YOU MAGIC MAN???? and then I had to pee really bad so he took me to 3 different places before one actually let me use the bathroom (it was literally like 9pm, it’s a Saturday tf??) , and he ordered us chicken nuggies.

anyways I needed a momentarily fangirl rant moment, my friends are all asleep.

im literally just so happy 😭

[babyybitchhh]

Shigaraki x Reader 18+

Title: Crybaby

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 12,290

Warnings: I'll be honest and say I'm not entirely sure how to tag some of this so proceed with caution. Infantilization, forced age regression, mental age regression, non consensual regression, ageplay, mentions of baby bottles and pacifiers, coercion, general noncon and dubcon, diddling, vaginal fingering, involuntary urination, wetting, mention of forced third party bathing, diapers, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, creampie, excessive use of 'Tomu-nii', mention of sex slaves, a brief but explicitly violent death mention towards the start, overall very questionable decisions from both me and Shigaraki

A/N: I will not be taking any questions at this time, thank you.

( @tomurasprincess)

♥♥♥♥

There was a fine line between a gift and a burden.

A new video game, for example, is something people were generally happy to receive and there was no obligation to slave over it at all hours of the day, unless you wanted to. A puppy, on the other hand, came with a certain amount of responsibility that couldn’t be side lined until Tomura decided to deal with it. There was no save button, no coming back to it later. He had to be vigilant to some degree, mindful of the life that was now in his hands, and that wasn’t something he was accustomed to by any stretch of the imagination. He couldn’t stand it. Didn’t even really possess the vernacular needed to describe exactly how much it pissed him off that he was suddenly expected to take care of someone - something else.

It was bullshit.

Standing over your prone form sprawled out on the cluttered floor he thinks, not for the first time, about ending it right here and now. It would be easy, surely. One touch of his hand and you’d be gone. Disintegrated to mere dust and nothing more than a vague, unpleasant memory in the back of his mind. You deserved it by simple virtue of being such a damn inconvenience but, just as every other time, he hesitates.

Not because you don’t even realize the danger you’re in as you innocently kick your legs back and forth in the air, all your wide eyed, dopey attention locked on the tv screen. Tomura is not so soft as to consider a sneak attack you don’t even see coming an insult to his pride. He would’ve been showing you mercy, actually, because if he didn’t fear upsetting All for One so much he’d have preferred to wrap his hands around your scrawny little neck instead. Give you a good throttle or two. Squeeze until his knuckles were a stark white against your purpling blue skin. He could almost envision what you would look like, all bloated and full of blood from burst capillaries and reddened eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

His cock stirs in his pants and his hatred for you grows with it. He couldn’t stand you or what you represented, a sudden addition to his life that he never asked for but couldn’t get rid of, and the fact he was getting stiff from his morbid fantasies was certainly your fault too. Everything was your fault. Right down to the most minor of inconveniences, you were to blame - even if it happened before you were dropped into his lap with all the to-do of a posh, overly indulgent birthday present. It was you. You, you, you, you you you youyouyouyouyou -

“Tomu-nii?”

With a jolt, he snaps out of it. The haze lifts and his blown out eyes focus in on your tubby little face, now turned over your shoulder to glance back at him. Tomura isn’t sure when you realized he was looming over you like some horrible, sickly wraith and he knows even less how it is that you show no fear towards him. Were you really so stupid that you couldn’t sense his desire to not only kill you but make you suffer? So blind that you didn’t see the way his bony hands fisted at his sides with a purpose and not in idle reflex?

No. It wasn’t that you were as unintelligent as a brain dead sheep happily trotting off to slaughter. Rather, it’s because that was what All for One had designed you to be.

Tomura wouldn’t claim to understand how, exactly, his mentor had gotten these results but he knows enough to recognize the signs. You’d been stripped of everything in a way that far exceeded mere surface level nudity. All for One had gone even deeper than that, past flesh and bone and right into the heart of what made you you. The brain.

He had no doubt that a quirk had been used, the specifics of which he couldn’t even begin to fathom, but the tinkering and rewiring had done its job exceedingly well, in fact. While your body was that of a young adult woman, early to mid 20’s if he had to wager a guess, your mind was something like that of a toddlers. You could speak just fine but the enunciation was sloppy, your words childish and limited to small, easily communicable sentences. You picked up on things surprisingly fast, perhaps even a little too well if the way he’d heard you let out a soft, half hearted ‘fuck’ earlier was anything to go by. But you slipped up just as easily and he was getting real tired of making sure you went and sat on the toilet instead of pissing all over his (no doubt already smelly) carpet. Living in his own mess was one thing. Living in someone else’s was another matter entirely.

Nothing about this was in error, though. You were exactly what All for One intended for you to be - little more than an animal for him to look after but with arguably higher stakes involved - and he’d had enough. It’d only been a single day, a full 24 hours since you were dropped into his room, and he was already at the end of his patience.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like that stupid cartoon I put on for you?”

You actually had the audacity to pout at him, jutting your lower lip out and puffing your cheeks as if that was supposed to make him feel anything other than an even stronger urge to take you out of this world. “S’not that. Mm’ just bored. You’re no fun.”

Tomura very nearly lunges at you with outstretched hands, All for One be damned, but your next words stop him in his tracks.

“I thought maybe you were coming to play with me.”

Play with you? He would’ve laughed if only he could find even a sliver of real humor in this situation. This was a joke, if not because of the absurdity of it all then at least because he wanted to play with you alright. He wanted to play a game that started with you screaming in shrill terror and ended with a chilly body laid out on his bedroom floor. That sounded like more fun than a barrel of kittens.

He stills himself, though, and snobbishly peers at you down the length of his nose. “I don’t play games with brats. Sorry.”

That only makes you pout even more. “Meanie.”

“Watch your fucking cartoon,” Tomura grits out through gnashing, angry teeth, unreasonably irritated by your persistent refusal to cooperate. “Before I make you.”

He isn’t even really sure if that threat makes any sense at this point, so thrown off by your mere presence in what should’ve been his space that he can barely make heads or tails of his own thoughts anymore. But the dramatic way you squawk in displeasure and throw yourself out flat on the floor placates him somewhat. You were easy to rile up, and he would have been a boldfaced liar if he’d said he didn’t get a kick out of that. Tomura had never felt quite so cruel, so much like an adolescent bully looking to make his problems someone else’s as when he was working you up into a proper fit.

It was easily the most enjoyable aspect of this arrangement so far, and he watches with nothing short of smug satisfaction as you pound your hands on the floor in pent up frustration. It was laughably easy to picture what they’d look like, well groomed after a manicure and with a fresh coat of polish on the nails. You looked like you’d probably been the sort of woman who would go with reds. Fierce and bold, as much a statement as your pretty face, which was currently scrunched up and pressed tight against the carpet in front of his tv. Those same hands were plain and unadorned now, squeezed into tight little fists that were about as harmless as they could get. Tomura probably would’ve considered a turtle more of a pressing threat than you right now.

“Crybaby.” He spits the word out like it’s poison. “Does that make you feel better? Huh? Throwing a tantrum just because you’re not getting your way?”

“Mm’ not a crybaby!” You scream into the carpet. The contrast between your plushy figure and your behavior is disturbing on some very real, intrinsic level and that only seems to add fuel to his fire.

“Hah! That’s funny. You certainly look like one, you know that? What would you even think of yourself if you were in your right mind, I wonder.”

“Mm’ not!” Your incessant screeching rises in pitch and Tomura is almost positive you aren’t even really hearing him anymore, but he decides he doesn’t care.

“Embarrassing. Maybe I should have Kurogiri bring me a bottle since you want to act like a baby so much. Or would you like a pacifier instead? Hmm? Would that make you feel better, princess?”

“Nooooo!”

Your feet start kicking the air again, violently rather than in placid distraction, and the motion draws Tomura’s gaze to the seat of your onesie. Pink and humiliatingly infantile for a grown woman to be wearing, he’d looked at it with nothing short of contempt up until now. But the (no doubt exhausting) flex of your legs bunches the loose cotton, making it gather around your upturned ass and in turn emphasizes the convenient button flap across the back. Now that he’s actually looking at it, he’s almost positive it was wide enough to expose your entire rear to the world with little more than a quick snap of his fingers. Maybe even wide enough to expose other things too …

Tomura jolts with all the force of a sudden electric shock when you cry out his name or, rather, the ridiculous moniker you’d given him. He’d like to know who’d planted that particular seed in your head - if it was All for One’s idea of a twisted joke or if Kurogiri had really thought being called niichan by a woman who may or may not actually be older than him would make Tomura feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It doesn’t exactly matter now, though, because the wet quality of your voice makes his cock spring up in his pants. He’s mildly horrified with himself, far more comfortable with his earlier fantasies of killing you, but there’s no helping it anymore. Not when you say his name like that. Not when the tears he’d initially thought were crocodilian at best were so thick and heavy in your throat that the syllables come out garbled and almost incomprehensible.

He’s not sure what he intends to do, but he shuffles closer.

You’ve started to tire out now and the kicking slows before stopping all together. He watches your ankles cross over one another in the air, as if you were trying to self soothe on some level by physically keeping yourself together, but it doesn’t seem to do much in the way of good. Your shoulders were still trembling with the lingering traces of your fit, and he can hear you mewling into the abrasive carpet like a wounded animal. It was clear that you were hurting because of him - and not just as a result of his teasing. After the complete and utter deconstruction of your mind, you were probably scared without even really knowing why. Confused, but too lost in the quirk induced stupor that had left you in this sorry state to seek out answers.

He hadn’t bothered to test this theory yet, but Tomura would have been willing to bet good money that All for One left you with very little inside that thick skull of yours. It just made sense, after all. For what good was a doll with memories of her past life? What would he have possibly gotten out of playing house with someone who fought him every step of the way, either out of embarrassment or repulsion towards him as a person?

No. You were a blank slate in the strictest sense. His to mold however he deemed fit and with no recollection of who you were, who you’d been or even who you’d wanted to be, he was free to do whatever he damn well pleased.

There was still raging contempt for you burning within his chest, certainly. You were an annoying, unnecessary burden on him and there was no getting around the fact that he still wanted you gone. But the spark igniting his gut is even stronger and, for better or worse, it momentarily overrides his better judgement.

So he sinks down onto his knees, directly behind you, and reaches out to tentatively palm the swell of your ass. Pinky held away, so as not to disintegrate you, which surprises him somewhat given how vivid his fantasies of killing you had been. He doesn’t get to linger on that for very long though, because you grow still at his touch and your pathetic sniveling quiets to a soft, almost hopeful sniffle. Tomura bites back a crude snort, just barely managing to catch himself before he backpedals and hisses another insult at you. He could probably take what he wanted with any given method, he didn’t have to be nice about it, but somehow the alternative just felt wrong. Physically you were an adult, but with the mental state of a child it felt a bit like taking advantage of an innocent and he wasn’t a complete monster.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, the word foreign on his tongue. “I shouldn’t have been so mean. Will you forgive me?”

You squirm and push your face further into the carpet. “Mhm.”

He doesn’t smile. But he does take that as an incentive to push forward, and he starts caressing your backside with slow, cautious circles. “Do you really want me to play with you that bad?”

“Mhm.”

Hesitating, Tomura considers his next words very carefully. “Fine. I’ll play with you. But I get to choose the game.”

You don’t immediately respond and he starts to wonder if he’d made a mistake. Overestimated his ability to be diplomatic and conscientious - which wouldn’t exactly have come as a surprise. But then you shift on the floor, tension draining from your body as you turn your head so you aren’t suffocating in the carpet anymore. “Okay.”

His brows lift in surprise only to then knit together. It was that easy? He’s not so sure he trusts it but, dropping his gaze back down to your ass, he gives the doughy soft flesh an experimental squeeze. Your only response is a soft, faltering sigh that seems to help you relax more. This, too, seems a little too good to be true but he keeps going anyway.

When a few minutes of kneading your defenseless backside does nothing to upset you, Tomura starts to get bolder. He slowly brings his opposite hand forward and latches onto the other cheek with four fingers, massaging both sides in tandem. He’d had the unfortunate luck of seeing your bare ass late the previous evening, after you’d emptied your bladder all over the blanket he’d tossed you to sleep on which had resulted in an aggressively administered bath for you and a frustrated headache for him. He hadn’t paid too much attention at the time, far too angry to be horny, but he knew enough to realize that you were unexpectedly voluptuous under that onesie.

The garment itself was so oversized it hid even the smallest hint of the womanly figure underneath. He probably would’ve forgotten all about it, pushed to the back of his mind in favor of more pressing matters (like getting rid of you) but now that he’s got his hands on your butt it’s all he can think about. The way your full tits jiggled when he’d non too gently manhandled you into the tub. The frustratingly cute lower belly pouch that bulged when you sat down, crying, on the porcelain surface. The way your thighs molded to whatever position he’d yanked them in so he could hose you off like a filthy stray. He’d actively avoided looking at what was between your legs, in fear of what he’d see as much as stubborn refusal, but looking back on it now he isn’t sure how he hadn’t given in to temptation.

Now, however, he was suddenly more interested than ever in finding out what your pussy looked like and, hooking his long index fingers into the flap, he starts to unlatch it one button at a time.

You make no move to stop him. Don’t even protest or question what he’s doing. It’s almost as if just having his attention on you is enough, and Tomura’s mouth pulls back in a sneer at the mere thought. You were so damn stupid for trusting him like this, completely oblivious or uncaring about what his intentions were. He could be as violent with you as he wanted. He could erase you from this existence with the briefest touch. But you just lay there, your shoulders slowly rising and falling with each even breath you draw, and he can’t decide if that feeling clawing at the back of his throat is hatred or guilt.

But there’s no real reason to stop now, so he carefully peels back the flap of fabric once he’s got it completely unfastened. Bare skin greets him, a perfectly exposed strip of swelling flesh that seems all the more enticing with pink cotton framing it so nicely. He pauses long enough to lick his dry, cracked lips. The weight of his stiff cock strains against the inside of his zipper, twitching eagerly when he reaches out to hesitantly touch your back side again.

The sensation of a real, living person under his fingertips makes his breath come a little faster. Still, you don’t move though and he picks up right where he left off, roughly groping your ass cheeks with barely contained excitement until he gets so vigorous that you whimper.

“Shh. I’ll try not to be so rough.” Tomura shushes you, throaty and barely more than a murmur.

You settle back into place, thankfully, and he takes that chance to spread your cheeks open. He gets a brief glimpse of the puckered hole hidden inside, white hot static racing straight to his groin, and he lets out a rumbling groan. His fingers squeeze into flesh again and he pulls, baring you entirely to his voracious eyes. The tight muscle twitches, winking at him, and his attention drops to the smallest satiny peak of your slit. He can just barely see it, mostly hidden behind the pooling fabric bunched under the swell of your ass, but it’s more than enough to make him feel dizzy.

“Shit,” he sounds winded even to his own ears. “You’ve got such a nice body.”

To his surprise, you actually perk up at that. “Really?”

Tomura almost snaps at you on impulse, so irritated by the sound of your voice that he nearly forgets what he’s trying to do. Quelling himself, though, he tugs at the bottom half of your onesie until he can see the plushy soft lips of your pussy. You look so inviting, so warm and real he can hardly even stand it.

“Really.” He croaks. “How old are you again?”

You seem to think about that. “Mm, I dunno’!”

He frowns. Contemplates that for a long beat. But the coarse hair curling around your slit seems answer enough, for him at least. You weren’t actually a child. You just sounded like one, acted like one, dressed like one. That wasn’t what was getting him so painfully hard though. It was the fact you were a woman, physically, and he’d never gotten to see one up close and personal like this before. Why hadn’t All for One just given him a proper sex slave instead of one that threw tantrums and cried at the drop of a dime? Was this really what his mentor had intended for him to do with you?

“Tomu-nii?”

Drawing a sharp breath, he brings his attention up to bark at you to be quiet but the words catch when he finds you looking at him over your shoulder. He can feel his cheeks starting to warm, suddenly embarrassed.

“What?”

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”

He flounders for a moment. Then, awkwardly clearing his throat, he decides to fall back on his original excuse. “This is the game I mentioned earlier. You wanted to play, right?”

You nod your head, but you don’t look entirely certain about that. “I do but … aren’t games s’posed to be fun? This is boring!”

His mouth presses into a thin line. It hadn’t occurred to him that you might not be content to just idly sit by while he molested your slutty little body, but if it was fun you wanted then he could certainly give you that. “This was just the warm up. Roll over and I’ll show you how to play.”

The way your eyes light up almost makes him regret this decision. It’s too late though, you’re already twisting over on to your back with your elbows braced on the carpet so you can stare up at him. Stupid and expectant.

He clicks his tongue.

Reaching out to grab your wide set hips with only eight of his fingers, he inelegantly drags you closer so that you were nicely slotted between his knees. Your legs curl up as you regard him with nothing short of intense curiosity, lips parting in a silent ‘o’ that very nearly sends him over the edge. You were too pretty for your own good. Much too beautiful to be wearing a pink onesie and acting like a baby. This was such a waste, and he almost feels bad for what All for One did to you.

But he shrugs it off, forcefully, and his delicately poised hands descend on your zipper. Zrrrrrt, straight down the length of your body. It stops directly above your crotch and he reaches up to reverently push the cotton out to the sides and expose the rest of you.

Your tits were even better than he’d initially thought. They were full and heavy, dotted with the most perfect little buds for nipples. Soft and smooth. Tomura’s mouth waters in anticipation and he doesn’t realize how roughly he’s jerking your arms out of the sleeves until you wail dramatically that it hurts.

He’d like to tell you what really hurts is his cock, unbearably hard and trapped inside his pants, but he refrains. Instead, he huffs out an insincere apology and keeps on yanking. He can’t get you undressed fast enough, mesmerized by the way your breasts jiggle and bounce every time he pulls on you. There’s something inherently wrong about this, he knows. It’s so damn obvious you’re not right in the head, that you aren’t of sound enough mind to even understand what he’s doing to you, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Not when you were so willing and pliant under his shaking hands.

Finally managing to wrest the blasted onesie off your kicking feet, Tomura tosses it off to the side and he eagerly sets his sights on your naked body. You should have looked seductive and coy, spread out in front of him with a devious smile curling artfully painted lips as you invite him to have his way with you. Instead, you fitfully squirm, neither seductive nor shy. It’s clear that you have no sense of shame, your artificially infantile brain completely void of the concept and even less aware of how inappropriate any of this was. You just keep looking at him, waiting for the explanation he’d promised to give you.

Oh. That’s right. The game he kept talking about. Perhaps he could still salvage this after all.

“The rules are simple,” he says slowly, scrambling to put together a decent excuse to keep going. “I’ll touch you for a little bit and if I can make you feel good then I win. After that, it’ll be your turn. If you make me feel good, you’ll win. Understand?”

Your expression pinches in confusion. “So we both win?”

“Only if we make each other feel good. What’s wrong? You don’t want to play with me anymore?”

Much to his relief, you quickly bob your head. “I do! Please play with me, Tomu-nii!”

The way his cock jolts at that makes his entire body ache. It’s much too late to turn back now, he was well past the point of salvation, and he haltingly drags his attention down to your chest. Your petite nipples had stiffened in the cool air but it’s as if you don’t even notice. Wasn’t that something a grown woman would be conscious of? He thinks so, or at least he’s pretty sure it is. Apparently it isn’t the sort of thing a dumb baby brain even registers, though, and he reaches out to curiously flick at one.

You gasp, eyes widening slightly. Misplaced hope sears his veins and he watches you intently, holding his breath, but you don’t seem to understand what it is you’re feeling. Your brows furrow as you glance down at yourself and bring a hand up to cover your nipple.

“Oww …”

That certainly wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. Or at least it wasn’t the sort of reaction Pornhub had taught him to expect, but it was still something.

“Baby.” He grumbles, reaching for the opposite tit.

“Mm’not!”

“Are too. Didn’t that feel good?”

“No!”

“Then you’re winning, aren’t you?”

Confusion marches across your face for a moment before understanding dawns. You look quite pleased now as you track the movement of his hand as he carefully pinches your puckered nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently rolling it between the pads. He doesn’t get an immediate reaction out of you but the longer he does it the more your lips start to purse. It’s as if you were holding back, determined not to show him that you might be enjoying it and risk losing the game, but it’s enough to embolden him.

His ministrations pick up and he gives your delicate little teat a mild twist. There’s no malice or cruelty behind the action. He just wants to see what you’ll do. And you don’t disappoint, the way you jump and your mouth flies open as if to squawk making his stomach clench with something perverse. You catch yourself at the last second though, teeth clacking together as your gaze flits up at him to see if he’s looking.

He is, of course, and you forcibly swallow the sound you’d almost let out. Tomura is a bit disappointed, sure. He’d wanted to hear how pretty you’d moan for him but there were still plenty of other chances for him to coerce at least one out of you.

Hunching over your prone body, he brings his other hand up to latch onto the opposite nipple, the one he’d previously flicked. You wince at the contact but make no move to stop him, biting down on your lower lip to keep quiet as you watch him play with your fat tits in petulant silence. It was ass backwards in so many ways. He’d thought, despite everything, his first time with a girl would be somewhat normal. Maybe not picture perfect or all that good when everything was said and done, but at least relatively mundane. This was the farthest thing from that though. He couldn’t conceive of a more wildly abnormal scenario even if he’d tried, nor did he recall ever seeing any porn with this hyper specific set up. But there was still some sick, twisted part of him that was deriving pleasure from this decidedly unorthodox encounter with the opposite sex, and that feeling only grows exponentially the more he keeps going.

Kneading, pinching, squeezing, tugging. He doesn’t let up until your nipples are flushed dark and straining hard, the glistening hint of tears at the corners of your eyes telling him beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was getting somewhere. The urge to call you a crybaby swells in his chest again but he doesn’t want to risk another tantrum. He wasn’t so sure his cock could handle it, particularly not when he’d positioned himself over you in such a way that one solid kick would put him out of commission for the foreseeable future. No, this was a delicate situation that required the utmost care on his part and, gathering his nerves, he swoops down to cover one of the stiff buds with his mouth.

The heated gasp that bursts out of you in a great woosh has him groaning into the meaty swell of your tit. You shudder underneath him, involuntarily twitching as he traces your areola with the tip of his tongue and laves it in warm, wet attention. He can tell that you’re not sure what to do so he waits with bated breath, reveling in the fleshy nub pinched between his lips. There was no reason for him not to squeeze every last drop of enjoyment he could get out of this while he could, after all - but then your hands find his hair, threading into wavy locks, and he throbs for you.

“Tomu-nii …”

He practically sinks into you, damn near suffocating himself in the plushy swell of your breast. His mouth opens wide and sucks more of you past his lips, suckling enthusiastically just like the infant you were programmed to be. This particular role reversal doesn’t even seem to register in your mind though and he seethes when you tug at his hair, trying to pull him off.

“St-aaahp …. I don’t like it!”

Tomura comes up off you with a wet gasp. “Bullshit.” He practically growls, narrowing his eyes at your dopey, flustered expression.

“It’s true! I don’t!”

“Oh? Should we check then?”

Your face scrunches and you draw a breath to question him, but he doesn’t give you the chance. Going back up on his knees, he plants one hand against the meat of your inner thigh and shoves it wide. His other darts between your legs before you can react, spindly digits finding your bare cunt and prodding at your folds with rough fingertips. You jolt at the contact but it’s too late. He barely has to touch you to feel the slick oozing out of you and he lets loose a harsh bark of laughter.

“My ass. You’re fucking soaked. You shouldn’t lie, you know.”

“I didn’t!” You gasp, clearly offended by the insinuation. “You’re just a fucking meanie!”

That gives him pause.

Glancing up at your face, Tomura regards you carefully as he tries to figure out his next move. On one hand it was his own fault for saying that word around you so much and it’s not like it was any of his business what you did or didn’t say, but on the other … there was something uncomfortable about hearing that come out of your mouth with such a childish inflection. It lacked any and all bite, not even a hint of impotent aggression to be found. You were just parroting him, that’s all, but for whatever reason he didn’t really appreciate it.

“Don’t say that.” He huffs, turning his attention back to your pussy.

Tomura had wanted to leave it at that, but of course you have to fight him every step of the way.

“Why not?” You ask rather flippantly.

“Because i said so. If you want to get smart, be my guest. I know how to handle bratty little girls like you.”

He’s a bit surprised when that actually shuts you up. Apparently, he was starting to get the hang of this but he still has to sneak a quick peek at you just to make sure. The fact you actually look contemplative, as if you were turning that over in your empty head, almost makes him laugh.

“Do you still want to play?” God, he sorely hoped you did.

You hesitate though, unwilling to give your acquiescence just like that. “When is it my turn?” You ask warily.

“Soon. I’ve got one more chance to make you feel good and then you can try.”

“Mmm … okay. But I’m not gonna’ lose!”

He’s almost certain you would have already lost if you weren’t such a petulant little thing, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, he once again turns his attention to the spot between your legs. Your puffy slit was noticeably wet, the faint sheen of fluid glistening slightly in the overhead light, and he takes a moment to gently part the curls there. Just as he’d thought. Damp to the touch and only getting wetter. He really was going to have to talk to you about lying especially since, in this particular context, you were cheating. This was a far cry from his video games but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

Swallowing his reprimand for the time being, though, Tomura carefully presses two fingers into the doughy softness of your labia and spreads them apart. He can see now that you were practically drenched in slick arousal, thin threads of discharge stretching across your petal soft folds before snapping. He gulps down his nerves. You really did have the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen and the fact it was all his for the taking very nearly had him creaming in his pants right then and there. It was almost obscene how bad he wanted to fuck your tampered brains out but he didn’t want to scare you into noncompliance. He wasn’t going to fight for this if he didn’t have to.

Slowly, so as not to startle you, he brings his other hand close and prods at where he thinks your clit should be. He’d certainly seen them in enough triple X videos to have some idea of where to look, but when all you do is let out a soft sigh he knows he’s mistaken.

His teeth gnash in high strung irritation as he walks his finger lower and then higher, feeling a bit like a blind fool searching for buried treasure. There were so many fleshy ridges and folds that he couldn’t pinpoint the right spot from memory alone, so he has to take his time feeling around instead. He thinks he’s found it for a split second when you shift underneath him, but then he realizes you were simply getting fussy - no doubt bored with all his incessant pawing - and that only angers him further. It shouldn’t have been this damn hard to find!

Impatient now, Tomura roughly swipes his finger up the length of your slit and surprise washes over him when you jolt as if he’d electrocuted you. Your head comes up off the rug and you stare at him, wide eyed, but it was much too late. He’d finally gotten the reaction out of you that he’d been hoping for, and he leans into it with nothing short of devilish delight.

Knowing precisely where to look helps a great deal and it immediately occurs to him that the reason he’d struggled so much is because your clit was still hidden behind its protective hood. But he’s got the advantage now, and he ever so carefully pinches at satiny soft skin until he can ease it back and expose the sensitive little bud nestled inside. You whimper slightly as he does it, squirming awkwardly on your back as if you could instinctively sense that you might be in a bit of trouble now. It was kind of cute, if he was being totally honest.

“I don’t think I like this game …”

“You will. Trust me.”

Clearly not believing him, you start to open your mouth to complain but he stops you cold with a quick flick of his finger. Your engorged clit jostles against the indelicate contact and you blurt out such a startled sound that he actually glances up to make sure you’re okay. Unsurprisingly, you look a little more flustered now and the panic edging your expression is almost enough to make him reconsider this.

Almost, but not quite.

“What’s the matter?” He goads, dropping his gaze back down to your pussy again. “I thought you didn’t like it.”

“I … I don’t …”

“Really? I’m not sure I believe that.”

He does it again, gentler this time. Just a brief tap against the meaty little nub, but it’s enough to make you twitch and try to close your legs from him. Tomura won’t let you back out so easily though and he shifts even closer so he can wedge himself between your thighs to keep them spread. You issue a frustrated, huffy sound that he could only describe as babyish as you try to push up on your elbows, no doubt intending to scuttle away from him. He had to give you credit for being so hard headed even in this infantile state but he was far too invested to quit now.

Letting up his hold on your labia, Tomura directs his fingers lower and wedges three of them into your slit. You freeze, momentarily stunned, and he takes that split second opportunity to feel around for your entrance. It’s not hard to find. Much easier than your clit, at any rate, and he wastes no time wriggling a long digit up inside your body. The penetration is smooth, your guts such a slippery mess that it almost startles him.

You really were a liar.

He suddenly realizes he’s panting. At the same time, he realizes that you don’t appear to be breathing at all. Your expression is about as dumbfounded as it could be, and he dully watches the way you sway in your half upright position. Shellshocked would probably be an appropriate descriptor, and he wets his lips in anticipation.

“Well? Do you like it?”

Your legs flex around his arms and you shake your head. “Nuh … no …”

“If you don’t stop lying to me,” he grumbles. “I’m going to get mad.”

You stiffen, clearly drawing yourself up to challenge that statement just like he’d known you would. It was embarrassing how predictable you could be.

He’s had just about enough of this back and forth though, and he roughly curls his finger upward in search of the spot that would finally shut you up for good. But his efforts only make you more fussy and his patience quickly unravels when you try to twist away from him, wailing in displeasure. He hated that sound and, if you weren’t careful, he’d go right back to hating you too

Grunting, Tomura abandons your clit in favor of latching his hand onto the swell of your thigh and he digs his blunt nails in to keep you still. You actually have the audacity to kick out at him but he puts a stop to that quickly enough by shoving a second finger into your sticky cunt. Just like the first time, it makes you hesitate and he watches your warbling mouth drop open in what he thinks might be pleasure. It’s frustratingly hard to tell with you but, having no other choice, he decides to take it at face value.

Your pussy clicks loudly when he starts pumping into you straight down to the knuckle, the wet squelch almost deafening in his ears. It’s unreasonably hot though, his mind running a mile a minute as he tries to commit every little detail to memory. The way your face screws up with a stuttering gasp, the way you squeeze your eyes shut and try to brace against the pressure of his digits driving into you again and again. The way you moan, even when you try not to, is particularly enticing, especially since it’s just as pretty as he’d hoped it would be. The way your legs shake and you threaten to double over, the way he can see you clutching the carpet in a death grip, the way you just seem to get even wetter for him. There was too much to take in all at once but it was also far too erotic to look away from. He really was going to cream his pants at this rate.

Somehow, your honest reaction appears to make up for all the trouble you’d given him up until now and Tomura can feel the wet spot bleeding through his boxer briefs start to grow. He was positive he’d never been harder in all his life. Animalistic and practically slobbering like a rabid dog, he hunches further over your quaking body and pistons into your cunt so vigorously his arm starts to ache. You were wailing for him to stop, crying out for Tomu-nii, Tomu-nii, Tomu-nii, but he doesn’t even slow down. He can’t.

Your cunt just keeps sucking him in deeper on every plunge, gummy walls pulsating around his no doubt pruning fingers so enthusiastically that he’s sure you’re going to cum. He can practically taste it. Tomura wasn't going to stop until you did and, realizing he doesn’t have to hold onto you any longer, he reaches out to roughly shove you down on your back again.

“Are you going to cream for me, princess? Huh?” He grits out through savagely bared teeth. “Is that what you’re going to do?”

“No! Please, Tomu-nii … it hurts!”

Even in the heat of the moment he can’t stop himself from clicking his tongue in irritation. “No it doesn’t, you big baby. You love this. I know you do. I can see it written all over your stupid, pretty face. Go on. Tell me exactly how good you feel. Do it!”

Wailing, you peer up at him through heavy lashes with a look so imploring it very nearly gives him pause. “I - I can’t! I’m … Tomu-nii, I’m gonna’ … I’m gonna’ pee!”

“No you aren’t. That just means your clo - -“

Tomura cuts himself off when you do exactly that. He’s almost too stunned to react and all he can do is watch as the steady stream of urine bursts out of you before dribbling down his wrist to soak into the carpet underneath. It’s only now, when you’re pissing all over yourself as well as him, that he finally has the decency to slow his pumping to a staggered halt. For a fleeting moment he actually considers the notion of keeping at it. There wasn’t much else you could do to ruin this for him, after all, but one look at your expression immediately quashes that idea.

He’d be lucky if all he could manage was to stop you from dissolving into ugly, heaving sobs, let alone worry about getting himself off. Dammit. You really were nothing but a pain in his ass.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” He deadpans, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your cunt now that he was thoroughly coated in warm, smelly piss. “To be honest I was kind of tired of that rug anyway. And these clothes, too.”

You hiccup so sadly that what little bit of anger had sparked inside him immediately dies out. He couldn’t even be mad at you for this no matter how much he may have wanted to blame you for everything. You’d tried to warn him.

“T- Tomu-nii … mm’sorry …”

Tomura sighs through his nose, hard enough to make the split end tips of his hair shift. “Don't be. That was my fault. Just - let me find something to clean us up with.”

“Do I have to take another bath?” You ask so meekly he almost misses it.

Pausing halfway through the motion of rising to his feet, he glances down at you again. It occurs to him quickly enough that it wasn’t the accident you were so upset about but, rather, the looming possibility of another aggressively meted out trip to the bathroom. Interesting. He’d almost think he was mistaken, it had only happened once, after all, but the way your lower lip wobbles tells him everything he needs to know. Apparently you were more scared of him than you’d let on.

“No, not right now. I think I can get you clean enough with a wet rag or something. You’ll have to take one later but,” Tomura scoffs, hating that he was actually trying to be nice after you’d peed all over him. “I’ll try not to be so rough next time. You just made me mad last night, that’s all.”

You nod slowly, looking like you don’t quite believe that, but still too naively trusting to press the matter. “Okay.”

Nodding once, Tomura climbs to his feet. The inner seam of his pants from the knee down is absolutely soaked and he makes it only three steps before deciding he didn’t like them all that much to begin with. Dropping his hand to the rough denim, he brushes all five fingers across the thigh and they dissolve into nothing without a second thought to the matter. He can faintly hear you ooohing behind him but there were much more important things to worry about than how easily impressed you were.

His half flagged cock throbs hopefully inside his boxer briefs and he reaches down to delicately adjust himself. God, he’d be aching for the next week thanks to your uncontrollable bladder.

An idea pops into his head with that thought. You weren’t the only thing he’d been saddled with yesterday, and he turns to regard the thick gym bag he’d previously thrown against the far wall in anger. It’s where he’d gotten your pink onesie after you’d similarly soiled the first pair of clothes you’d been wearing. He hadn’t bothered to look through all of its contents just yet, but he felt relatively confident he’d find what he wanted in there.

Circling back around, Tomura squats in front of the bag and yanks it open. He can feel your eyes watching him from your spot on the floor but he pays it no mind. Digging inside, he pulls out a few more articles of clothing, far too cutesy for his tastes, and then a book on child care that he knows for certain was put there in jest. Over his shoulder it gets chucked, and he digs deeper. Down at the very bottom he finds exactly what he’d been looking for.

But in addition to the baby wipes there are two other items that catch his attention. He outright balks at the very notion - however, realistically speaking, it could very well be the answer to his problems. At least the most pressing one, anyway.

The idea that All for One knew he’d likely run into this issue but still decided to dump you on him anyway bothers Tomura a great deal and he frowns even as he looks over the packaging. Diapers and pull ups. What was the difference? He’s not so sure there is one, and he feels almost certain that they serve the same purpose. But further inspection proves him wrong. One was for a total lack of control and the other was for the potty training stage, so not as thick or absorbent. That’s what the packing said but, at any rate, they definitely weren't the plain adult brands he was looking at here.

These were bright and colorful, and he can’t help but cringe at the thought of putting you in either of them. But he was still left with a very real concern that he simply couldn’t overlook. The fact he even had to make this decision at all was ridiculous but he couldn’t very well have you pissing on every available surface in his room. And given your track record of absolutely drenching whatever you happened to be sitting on at the time …

Hesitantly, Tomura takes out the diapers and shuffles towards his unkempt bed. The print on the back wasn't particularly clear about what to do with them. He’d probably have to look up a tutorial later, when he wasn’t feeling quite so downtrodden and his balls weren’t aching, though that would certainly put him on a few watch lists. Not that it really mattered.

He sighs and tosses the package on top of his sheets before tearing into the baby wipes. Taking his time, he methodically scrubs his wrist and his legs clean while he contemplates his next move. It wasn’t going to be pretty. It certainly wasn’t going to be sexy. It was still probably the lesser of two evils, though. Far be it that he wanted to go this route but did he really even have any other choice at this point?

“Tomu-nii …”

Your soft whining draws him back to reality and, abruptly realizing you’ve been sitting in your own piss this entire time, he turns to look back at you. For a split second, he seriously considers just killing you right then and there. It would save him a lot of trouble and you wouldn’t even realize what was coming. You were so stupid you’d probably think he was going in for a hug or something asinine like that. He’d be doing you a favor, really, because as far as he was concerned, death was certainly preferable to wearing diapers but … the urge fizzles out almost as quickly as it had appeared. He wasn’t going to let you slip out of his hold until after he’d gotten to bury himself in that tight, pretty little pussy of yours.

Decision made, Tomura makes his way over to the carpet again. You look cold, which doesn’t exactly come as a surprise, and he bends down to grab the meat of your upper arms so he can drag you up to your feet. “Come on. I think I’ve got a solution.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “Salution?”

“Close enough.”

Steering you over to the bed, he makes you bend over the mattress so he can take a baby wipe to the backs of your thighs and ass. Luckily, depending on how you looked at it, the urine had run down rather than going every which direction so it was pretty easy to clean up. The way you tremble and shift your weight back and forth makes it a bit more difficult than it needed to be but he manages, somehow.

Tomura straightens after a long moment, finally deeming the back of you good to go. He’s not so sure he can get through this next part when you were fidgeting so much, though, and he briefly considers the clothes in the gym bag. The thought of putting you in another girly, saccharine sweet garment repulses him almost as much as the thought of putting you in a diaper. But he was going to have to pick and choose his battles here and, reaching back, he delicately tugs off his t-shirt.

“Turn around.”

You slowly comply, teeth chattering the whole time.

“Arms up.”

At this, you hesitate. But at his expectantly bland look, you do as you're told and raise your arms up in the air. The lift of your heavy tits almost successfully distracts him and it is with a great deal of self control on his part that he pulls his shirt down over your head, yanking it a little too forcefully into place.

“There.” He practically hisses, watching you clumsily work your arms through the sleeves. “Is that better?”

You think about that for a moment, eyes scanning across the front of his shirt, and he briefly wonders if you’re going to say something derisive about the worn video game logo stretched across your chest. But then you smile, nodding your head a little too enthusiastically.

“Mm! It smells like Tomu-nii!”

He really couldn’t stand you.

“Good. In return, I’ll need you to cooperate with me here. I’ve never done this before, you know?”

You blink at him quizzically. “Done what?”

Tomura rolls his eyes, feeling grumpier by the second. He couldn’t wait to get this over with and have you situated so he could run off to the bathroom for what probably wouldn’t even amount to five minutes of desperate jerking. “Never mind. Just do what I tell you, okay?”

You nod your head again, but he has some very real doubts about that. Even when you were pretending to go along with whatever it was he wanted you still found some way to fuck everything up for him. If this scheme somehow backfired because your brain was so scrambled you couldn’t even follow simple directions, he was not going to be happy.

Mentally bracing himself for the worst possible outcome, he reaches for the diapers. He rips the bag open almost violently and pulls one out, but it feels even more wrong in his hands than he’d thought it would. A strange sense of scandalized affront warms his chest, making him reconsider this choice for the upteenth time. If Tomura was being completely honest, he felt embarrassed for you but a quick glance in your direction proves that you don’t share quite the same sentiment. You really couldn’t have cared less, huh?

Right. Baby brain.

He grumbles under his breath as he non too gently snaps the diaper open with a loud crinkle of plastic and lays it out close to the edge of his bed. Motioning you closer, Tomura awkwardly helps you get seated on the damn thing and then instructs you to lay down. You genuinely don’t seem to have a problem with this as you recline back, just placidly peering up at him with your little fists balled in the hem of his shirt, but now that he’s gotten this far he’s not sure how to proceed.

At a loss, he takes another baby wipe out of the package and inserts himself between your bent legs. “I’m going to clean you some more, okay?” He's not sure why he’s telling you that, especially when all you do is nod your dopey head in understanding. Just buying time. That’s all he was doing.

But it gives him a chance to think and for that he’s grateful. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to figure out what All for One’s intention with all this had been. ‘A splendid birthday present for my favorite pupil’, he’d said, as if there were any others. But what was the reason? Surely you weren’t actually supposed to be a sex slave for him. Not in this sorry state. His battered onahole did a much better job on that front and it wasn’t prone to tantrums or crying, and it certainly didn’t pee on his stuff. It also didn’t require more than a perfunctory cleaning every few months. He couldn’t very well shove you into his nightstand and forget about it until the next time he was in the mood to rut into something.

All that was true, yes, but … his onahole also wasn’t warm to the touch, and it didn’t have soft, curly hair framing its abused slit (he really should buy a new one) nor did it self lubricate. It didn’t squeeze him quite the same way your pussy had squeezed his fingers, and it didn’t even really feel like an actual vagina now that he had something to compare it to. You were soft and squishy, pliable in the way only flesh and blood could be, and although he had no way of knowing if this had been All for One’s plan or not, he was certainly self aware enough to recognize that he’d screwed up somewhere along the line.

Tomura absolutely should have turned you to dust while he still had the chance.

Licking his lips, he drags the wipe through the seam of your cunt much more slowly than he needed to. You don’t even stir on the bed, and he thinks you must be starting to doze after … all of that. He’s not quite ready to leave well enough alone yet though, and he gently presses down on the spot where he now knows your clit is hiding. Still using the moist towelette as a pretense to keep touching you like this, he circles the sensitive little bud with it and genuine surprise washes over him when you let out a soft, pleasant sigh.

He glances up at your face but you aren’t even looking at him, lashes fanned out against the apples of your cheeks. It’s hard to tell if you were actually asleep or just pretending so you could lull him into a false sense of security, yet he doesn’t particularly care one way or another. You were his so he could do whatever he wanted to you, right? Besides. You kind of owed him after pissing all over his hand like that.

Discarding the baby wipe, Tomura bends closer and carefully spreads your labia again. He could see your little hole weakly palpitating, beckoning him to pick back up where he’d left off, but he drags his gaze a bit higher instead. You were so velvety soft and smooth it bordered on insane, so much more inviting than he ever would have thought possible.

He briefly hesitates before throwing caution aside and sealing his lips around your clit, gently mouthing at it. Your plushy thighs twitch around his head as you shift on top of the mattress, letting out another breathy sound that rushes straight to his cock. It almost hurts, the way it so eagerly springs back to life after being denied something as simple as release, but he can’t find it in himself to complain. You were giving him another chance, knowingly or not, and he wasn’t the type to squander such an opportunity.

Tomura takes his time lapping at you over the next few minutes until you’re almost as wet as when he’d started. You taste heavenly even with the artificial flavor of the wipes clinging to your folds and he entertains the notion of eating you out until you cum all over his face. There’s something he wants even more than that, though, and he sighs in relief when he finally straightens up so he can fish his cock out. It was almost painfully sensitive to the touch, and he could feel it throbbing potently in his hand. He knew this probably wasn’t going to last long but he didn’t care.

Guiding himself to your waiting entrance, he slowly pushes in one fraction at a time, damn near blowing his load the second his glans disappears into your body. He holds back though, struggling to maintain his composure as he seethes through gritted teeth. You finally seemed to realize that something was going on and your pretty eyes flutter open, immediately searching out his face.

“Tomu-nii …?”

“Be quiet. I’ve got you.”

You accept that in lieu of an explanation surprisingly fast, at least by his standards, and without another word you sleepily glance down at the juncture where your bodies were connected. A slow inhale makes your chest rise, mouth falling open as if to groan. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” the sound rattles out of Tomura’s chest as he slides in right down to the base, toes flexing against the floor. “I’m not even gonna’ get to enjoy this.”

Brows knitting together, you let out the softest mewling sound he’s ever heard and it makes him dig his carefully poised fingers deeper into the meat of your hips. He can’t even bring himself to move, so overwhelmed by how soft and wet your guts are. It felt like you were massaging his length, involuntarily or not, as your pussy suckles at the tip like he’s almost positive your mouth would.

Softly wheezing, Tomura drops his chin to look at where the two of you were stuck together. His pelvis was so flush against yours that your pudgy cunt was molded to the front of him, squishing under the pressure, and his silvery pubes were tangled with your darker ones. He hadn’t expected such a sight to be so damn erotic and it has him twitching, fighting back the orgasm he’d gone through hell and back for.

He’s almost scared to do it but, slowly, he eases back. The way his cock gradually reappears, glistening obscenely now, very nearly sends him over the edge. He isn’t sure how he hasn’t ruptured yet, his ballsac drawn so tight and throbbing that it leaves him feeling lightheaded, but through sheer force of will alone he manages to sink back into the inviting heat of your body without spraying your insides white. His self control was tentative as best, hanging on by a mere thread, but you felt far too good to waste on a quick nut.

“Goddamn … you’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight.”

You fidget underneath him, fussily tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Mm’ not a baby …”

Your pouty little response is enough to make him bark out a clipped laugh, more breathless than amused. You could insist you weren’t a baby all you wanted but, even putting aside the cruel, infantile reprogramming of your brain, it was hard to think otherwise when you were spread out on top of a diaper. It’s stark white, cottony lining was an almost unsettling backdrop to the perfect view he had of his cock stuttering in and out of your slick cunt. Even when he was barely moving, it crinkled softly underneath you with each rocking motion of his hips and he couldn’t quite forget it was there no matter how hard he tried.

Tomura wasn’t sure what he would ultimately do with you and he knew even less why he was even entertaining this wildly absurd situation to begin with, but there was no denying that you did have some use. The clinging grip of your pussy, for starters, and if he could get that bratty mouth of yours under control he might even some day find your company bearable. He still didn’t particularly like you but it wasn’t so farfetched to think that he might be able to tolerate you, with enough effort.

Hissing through his teeth, he drags one of his hands down to spread your puffy lips apart and get a good look at the way your petal soft folds clutch to his cock. It was a mesmerizing visual in the worst possible way, especially when accompanied by the soft, wet clicking he pulls from your body. He could have watched this for hours on end but, realistically, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and he gives his wrist a brief twist to bring the middle finger down on your clit.

You twitch at the contact but Tomura takes a much more gentle approach this time, sedately drawing circles around the swollen bud. He doesn’t get much in the way of a reaction for his trouble so he just keeps at it, rubbing you in tandem with his staggered thrusts. The thought of making you cum around his cock is almost disturbingly enticing, but he isn’t so sure he can accomplish that. Not when so much of his focus was devoted to simply biting back his orgasm - but then, to his throbbing surprise, you draw a faltering breath.

“Tomu-nii … feels good …”

It’s as if the air had been punched right out of him. He isn't so sure he even believes his own ears, the blood suddenly pounding inside of them making it hard to hear much of anything. He groans though, thick and heavy as he slides his other hand up across your stomach to push at the bottom of his shirt. Your grip on the soft cotton momentarily tightens, still fighting him at every turn, but you give in almost immediately and allow him to shove it over the swell of your tits.

They’re moving, jiggling ever so slightly with the push and pull of his narrow hips as they quietly slap against the backs of your thighs. Tomura heaves, practically doubling over you with another throaty moan that rises in pitch at the tail end. His palm descends on one of your breasts, squeezing hard enough that the pliable flesh bulges and spills out between four of his fingers. You just stare up at him the entire time, face pinched and flushed while your glistening eyes dreamily watch him with a far off sort of quality that he’s sure must be - has to be pleasure.

He’d never seen anything sexier in his whole life, and that thought alone is far more terrifying than he could have ever guessed it would be. There was something wrong with you, yes, by All for One’s design. But there was something even more inherently wrong with him for getting off on this so much and without the added bonus of quirk tampering to excuse his behavior. You were so sweet and unfairly innocent despite your seductive figure, the sight of you naked save his bunched up t-shirt driving him absolutely wild. It was like you belonged here, with him, in his bed. It wasn’t that he no longer wanted to kill you but that he couldn’t.

What little bit of self control he’d still been clinging to up until now shatters, and Tomura snaps his hips into your upturned ass: once, twice, three times. The sticky squelching between your bodies increases in volume, echoing inside his skull like a ricocheting bullet as he watches your face screw up at the sudden force. It doesn’t even matter though. He’s long since reached his limit and, with a wounded grunt, he slams into you one final time, lurching over your prone body.

The sound that comes out of his mouth as he shudders and violently paints your pink guts is, frankly, embarrassing. But he’s riding a high too great to care, clinging to you hard enough to make his joints ache and you whimper in discomfort. He can’t stop though. He’s cumming so hard, pulse after pulse, that it feels like his soul actually slips out of his body for a worryingly long beat before returning in fragmented pieces. The same, but also somehow different. Like he’d experienced rebirth in the warm, comforting clutch of your drenched cunt.

He wheezes as if he’d been stabbed in the chest when he finally eases his softening cock out of you some time later.

Tomura was completely spent, both physically and mentally. His wobbly legs could hardly support his weight anymore but, with a strength of mind he hadn’t even realized he possessed, he directs a shaky finger to your clit again. You squirm in response, huffing after that rough treatment, but he soothes you with hushed words and a gentle touch to the delicate little pearl he barely even needs to brush against to have you shaking for him.

“Relax. You feel good, don’t you? Let me hear those pretty sounds again, baby.”

Obstinately, you purse your lips together to deny him even that one simple request. Tomura heaves a tired sigh, wishing you weren’t such a brat, but he doesn’t let up. The gentle circles he rubs into your clit with the pad of his finger slowly brings you around though, grudgingly, and he can’t quite deny the satisfaction that sparks in his throat when your mouth warbles open to let loose the sweetest, tiny moan he’s ever heard.

“Nngh … Tomu-nii …!���

“Don't fight it. I want you to feel good too, yknow.” He pauses, tongue glancing over his dry lips. “Will you cum for me, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, eyes screwing shut, but the way your body continues to tense up seems to suggest otherwise. He could tell you were practically thrumming with it, burning from the inside out even as his milky white discharge slowly oozes down your slit to pool in the seat of the diaper. It was unexpectedly exciting to watch, disproportionately naughty given how utterly unappealing the crinkly plastic was at first glance, and he picks up the pace of his rubbing.

“I think you’re lying again. You liked how it felt when I was inside you, right? This will be even better, I promise. You’ll love it. I know you will.”

Weakly writhing on top of his bed, you crack your eyes open to peer up at him again. “T - Tomu-nii … I can’t … ahh. Ahh. Ahh! I … I’m … ahh! Tomu-niiiii!”

You suddenly jerk, tossing your head back against the sheets, and he watches in rapt fascination as you quake so hard it nearly catches him off guard. It wasn’t the seductive, rolling tremors he was used to seeing in porn videos but, rather, a full bodied spasm that had you twisting as if to get away. Your thighs try to clamp shut around his hand but he elbows them apart, refusing to let up until he’d milked your orgasm as thoroughly as you’d milked his.

And you looked so pretty, too. Caught up in mind numbing pleasure so intense he couldn’t even begin to fathom what you were feeling. Even his own earth shattering release seemed to pale in comparison to this, and it takes you much longer to start coming down from it than it did him.

Your hair is a mess by the time you’re done, matted in some places and sticking to your damp forehead in others. For a fleeting moment, Tomura can almost see the adult woman you should have been when your face goes slack in ecstasy and your flushed lips were parted to suck in as much oxygen as you could get. He imagines you were probably no stranger to pleasures of the flesh, not with that body and those looks, so the thought that he could make you feel this good was a bit like a pat on the back for him. It was probably just beginners luck, but that didn’t stop him from feeling any less proud of himself.

Slowly, he takes his hands off you and steps back. The spot between your legs was absolutely covered in fluid, your sticky, copious slick mixing with his spunk to make a truly viscous concoction that clung to your damp curls. He thinks that he should probably clean you up again and reaches for the baby wipes, but stops himself short.

The idea that crosses his mind is very likely foul, perhaps even more offensive than anything else he’d done til now, but … a quick glance at your sloppy pussy proves too great a temptation. There was something inherently erotic about making you walk around with his semen dripping out of you, even if it was only going to be absorbed by the diaper, and he shuffles close again with his heart in his throat.

Tomura hasn’t the slightest clue what he’s doing and it takes him a long moment to figure out the tape tabs on the sides. He gets frustrated halfway through the process, struggling to make sure the crinkly plastic was secure enough around your waist, but by some miracle you stay relatively still through all of his fumbling. He isn’t quite sure how he got so lucky but he doesn’t stop to question it, hawkishly focusing all of his attention on the task at hand.

At length, he straightens to admire his work. It’s not perfect by any means but he’s pretty sure the damned thing wasn’t going to fall off as soon as you stood up so there was that. The diaper itself was just as obnoxiously girly as everything else in the gym bag; a soft, lilac purple with a flowery, cartoon bunny design on them. He didn’t mind the rabbits so much, and it was certainly preferable to the onesie, but he still thought you’d look nice in something a bit cooler.

The realization that he was thinking about this in such quaint, fuzzy terms chills Tomura to the bone, and his gaze flicks to your face so he can ask what you think of them. Even if only to distract himself from his own uncomfortably perverse change of heart.

But you were already asleep. He probably should have expected as much, and he could tell you were actually snoozing this time by the shallow, even rise and fall of your chest. A strange sense of embarrassment washes over him and he reaches out to delicately take the hem of his shirt between thumb and finger so he can tug it back down into place. You only snuggle further into the mattress though, getting comfortable, and further cementing the notion that he had, indeed, fucked up.

He’d never be able to get rid of you now.

Grumbling under his breath, Tomura leans over you with one hand braced on the mattress. The other slips between your legs, unable to squeeze shut now with the bulk of the diaper between them, and ever so carefully cups his palm over your crotch. It was cool to the touch, but if he pushed down hard enough he could feel the warmth of your body bleeding through. You let out a quiet huff in response, petulant towards him even in your sleep, and he can’t quite stop himself from laughing. It was absurd. It was strange. It was strikingly, unequivocally weird, but he was almost glad he hadn’t disintegrated you or strangled you to death.

This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d wished for a woman he could do with as he pleased and not have to worry about her running away, but … it was close enough, he supposed.

[muthmergya]

Im prolly going to hel--pls forgive me

- 🦋anon

"Ice cream~♡"

Warnings- oral sex, reacving,eatin out, 18+, nsfw, public oral sex, degradation.

↬characters -childe, kaeya, diluc, zhongli, xiao,

Masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

۵childe↴

Ohouhuu, I've said this before I'll say it again this man is just oh so sadist like dayumee.

Like you know when i say that he'll enjoy and take untmost pleasure in all the sounds you make while he eats you out like an animal.

He is so gonna keep a fixed contact on your fucked out and crying face as his tongue laps at your juices

Even tho almost the entirety of his face his covered from your liquids he'll still maintain perfect eye contact and even smirk everytime your eyes roll back as you once more drown in overstimulation

Well i mean taking it from both your perspectives tartaglia won't be the right one to be blamed for you fucked out state

Like afterall it was you who thought that dripping you vanilla ice cream all over your thighs and then willing open your legs infront of him like a whore was a good idea.

Now look at your pathetic little forn getting fucked into oblivion by his tongue alone as your sprawled across the side room desk inside the northland bank where the fauti guards can clearly hear your cries and begs.

"Gah~!! N-no pleas-I⸺beg!!~"

Choked out moans realse through your sore throat as the ginger haired man countines to devour into the paradise between your legs, like the starving man he was.

Watching you with hawks eyes as he once more sucks and swallows all the sweetend fluids realsed from your little cunt as you orgasm for the 4th times, eyes once more rolling back to your head as utter bliss and white clouds you vision.

After so much time of eating you out tartaglia finnaly removes his head from between your legs to gaze down at your still leaking and fuked out form.

"Aww~♡ you little slut, are you that fucked out you forgotten how to talk?,mmmhh~ no worries since for now all you'll need to do is moan out like the whore you are and let all the people in this building know how good my tongue is~"

۵kaeya↴

Ahhh yes the horny Calvary captain, don't we all know about him-

OK like I've mentioned how you'll suck him off under his desk while he's talking to a knight.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (yall thinkin wut imma thinkin)

Now imagine him eating you out while you're having a conversation with jean-

( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ)ouuoo like a scenario where you're in your office and he just comes in with some ice creams and yall talk a lil until ofc the captain of horny gets coulded with lust seeing your plush thighs in them thigh high boots.

So yall know things gonna get heated af, he'll intertwine his tongue with yours letting his cool hands wander off your legs spreading them as he slowly and sensually slides down your boots and then purposefully spreads ice cream all over your thighs making you squirm and whimper from the effects of the cold ice cream and his cryo infused hands.

just like that shit goes down and now his tongue is inside your wet pussy as his tongue laps at your folds, and swallows all your juices down like a man who hasn't drank in days.

Ahh yes the plot twist as the 2 horny lovers are indulging in adultry in their office (while the poor y/n tries to choke down her moans)

Their boss walks in.

Like the utter speed kaeya went under the desk to quickly hide and the speed of how fast you grab a huge report book and put it infront of your chest to make it look like you were reading it.

"A-are you sure you're alright?"

Another worried claim comes from the actting grandmaster as she observes you're trembling form which is staring back at her with a shacking smile

"Y-yes of course I am! J-JU-st need rest-!"

Nodding as another broken and pitched sentence leave you as you try to act as neutral.

The concerned and oblivious grandmaster chooses to ignore your behaviour as she once again reverts back to explaining the details regarding the next mission.

Why are you doing this to me -!

You yell inside your head as you once more look down at him, with desperate pleading eyes hoping he would stop his assault on your pussy while being under the table.

Kaeya albrich. The man was your well known lover but seriously?. Like now out of all the times he has to torture you now like have some decency the.

The acting grandmaster is in the room and yet he's lapping on your Juices like a starved man the wet muscles of his tongue massing your insides, as his head in buried between your legs making sure that he has a cold iron grip on your thighs so you wont try to separate from him once more.

Oh just how pathetic and little you felt as he mockingly stares up at you, his tongue reaching a spot which made you jolt up in surprise as your vision turns white for a mere second.

"Are you alright?!"

Taken aback from your sudden reaction the acting grandmaster starts to approch you out of concern.

"N-no! I am fine-! Stay back"

The rushed protests quickly leaves you as you try to pry jean away.

This time thinking that you might have some mental illness or problems jean quickly informs to stay put so she can go and bring some nurses to you.

Oh such a beautiful and strained out moan finally escapes your throat as your eyes are clouded in bliss from your orgasm the very moment jean leaves.

Your utter blissed voice made kaeya burts into a fit of laughter as he once more mocks you.

"Aren't you cute~♡ such a well talented actress kept such an amazing control on your pretty mouth while I was eating you up ! To bad~ because this act of chocking back your moans wont work anymore~ let's figure out what kind of state jean finds you in hmmm~"

۵Zhongli↴

Ohhuhuuh~ zhongliiii

*moans* like this man is so FINE like mmmmhhhh~♡

Oh just imagine a normal day with him at the funeral parlor and hu tao makes you both try some ice cream

By the turn she leaves you accidentally spill some of it on your thighs and zhongli being the gentle men he is. offers to help you and clean them by napkins

I mean even if he was wearing gloves and wiping your thighs by napkins the tender and soft feeling of your thighs were still very obvious under his touch

Like manz would literly pause in the process as his thumb hesitantly brushes over your thighs

His gaze getting clouder with lust as he hears your whimpers at his small touch

And you soon being aroused, you spread your legs to him presenting yourself and inviting him in with your sluttry gaze

And that leads us to Now! Where zhongli has his face between your legs literly sucking the life out of you as his long dragon tongue reach parts inside you that you yourself didn't know of, making sure that with evey suck all you see is white.

"Mmghnh~♡!"

Another moan erupts through your throat as zhongli once more makes you orgasm, lolling your tongue out as more tears of pleasure and strips of saliva drip down your face.

Joining the huge pool of white and clear fluids down on the ground.

A deep growl is earned from zhongli as he swallows your juices once more before lovling kissing your thighs.

"Don't worry love I'll take good care of you"

۵diluc↴

Ahh yess~~ the bartender

And rich ass winery owner like it would be another normal evening of drunkards in the bar when suddenly you and some business man that you met on the outskirts of mondstad just bardge in the tavren to make everyone taste the delicious thing called ice cream.

Like first diluc will be hella annoyed but then you'll lure him in the back room to show him all the free ice cream you got from the guy

And making him taste the grape flavoured one

Diluc will soon become so infatuated with the taste he'll completely forget that you were there with him to

And you being the jealous fawwk. will deadass snatch his ice cream and then get the daring idea to then spread it across yourself as you mock him saying

"If this entices you oh so much then why not eat me up to huh~!"

Poor you didn't know just how much he was gonna eat you up

Like diluc manz really ate you tf up-

"N-NO! PLEASE- NO MORE I'LL DI~E!"

Loud moans and hushed screams leave you as you try your best to make diluc deattach his face from you cunt.

Like the man was sucking you up oh so much oversimulating you so much.

7? 8? You couldn't even remember just how many times you had orgams by now all you knew that if diluc didn't stop then you'll die from the waves of pleasure his tongue was making you feel.

"Quite down women!- you were the one who wanted to act like a whore now endure with it!"

Hushly yelling as he reaches down to now unbulcke his belt to free his harden cock.

N-no. No he c-cant be serious right? After so many orgams he doesn't mean to shove his cock inside you right?-

The sheer look of dread decorates your face as you try to back away only to be-

۵Xiao↴

Ohuhhuuuuu~♡ the curious yaksha

Like his one is gonna be like so different

Like just a normal evening of him waiting for you at the wangshuu inn's terrace making sure you come back safely.

Only to be greeted with you carrying a huge pot with you saying that it was gift from a mondstatd traveller that you had helped

First he'll be annoyed as to why you didn't ask for his help to carry the pot

But will calm down soon once you tell him it wasnt that hard.

Like manz is gonna be so confused as he looks at the "ice cream"

He is gonna be so hesitant as to if he should eat it or nah but when you tell him that it's almond flavoured

he'll give in and try it only to get fukin obsessed with it

Like shit this tastes better than almond tofu, manz gonna eat half the pot up in one go

Like Lord he'll be so inlove with its taste.

But do y'all know wut he's gonn a be more inlove with

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Your body half covered with the ice cream cuz you had spilled it over yourself while trying to snatch it away from him so he doesn't finish it off.

Like manz gonna be fukin mesmerized as he stares at your body seeing the cotton cloth stick to your skin.

Delicious.

Fukin delicious was how you smelt right now so you bet xiao ripped off all the clothing and licked the entirety of your body of like a mad starved man.

"Uw-wahh~! T-to much s-stop~!!"

Strained loud moans erupt countinously from your throat as xiao sucks onto your cunt and eats you out as though you're gonna be his last meal fir the rest of the decade.

So utterly sweet your skin and your juices were xiao was so sure that he wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. His mind so hypnotized with your taste.

Almost all the cries and begs from you go ignored as Xiao devours you.

You on the other hand were probably over the moon, all of this was so sudden like all you remember was the feeling of the cold ice cream spilling over you before xiao rupped apart your clothes and kissed, licked and sucked at any skin your body had.

Everything was so sudden and hot your poor brain wasn't able to register anything except to sumbit to his actions.

Another pitch cry erupt through your throat as the feeling of orgasming hits you for the 9th time for the night.

Cumming all over xiao's face as he quicky devours up all your fluids taking so much satisfaction but not enough through your voice and expressions.

"I-I am going to ravage you-!"

Xiao pussy conqueror evil conqueror

😌💅i did not proof read this cuz it's long af, also anon imma sorry it didn't end up all picnic theme I was horny 😭

Also @rinnieren manage yo sleep schedule hoe its fukin 3 am -

Edit 1- okay like yall gotta agree to meh on this like there is just somthing so attractive about getting forcibly eaten out by 2D man like -

Lord have mercy Imma bout to bust-

[firstkokon0is]

tokrev characters when you did the “i told you to look good today” prank to them

lol this trend is quite old but its been on my mind lately but yall can request sum goods to me😁👍

tw: heavy swear words and grammar errors

characters: draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, chifuyu, hakkai, takemichi.

gn reader

DRAKEN

the moment those words came out of your mouth he just stared at you

while you’re smiling idiot

he will literally just stare at you

“yea same to you” showing a annoying smile

he get the situation, HE KNOWS HE LOOK GOOD SO THIS AINT GNNA WORK

you guys just laugh it off, you didn’t even told him that it was just a prank because he already knew it but will still ask you in the middle of your date

“hey is my style in clothes really aint that good? were you serious? i mean its not that bad…..” he said while looking himself up through his phone camera

“nope, i thought you get the joke but oh well……ken, you look so good everytime yk even if u wear nothing u still can pull it off” you told him and smack his bald head playfully

“yea yeaa i would’ve gone feral if u went and bash my hair instead of my clothes so thats a relief” he respond with a smile

“ken why this hair-”

“aight im leaving”

“no hakahajwlwbsha”

took the joke very well

MIKEY

he spent hours looking for good clothes for this date, there’s clothes everywhere in his room and still “damn…..there’s nothing to wear”

AND WHEN U TOLD HIM THOSE WORDS???

he just pout, told you that he’s sorry, and he spent hours looking for something to wear to match your style and many more reasons

pls apologize to him

but when you told him that its a prank he just pout and said “not a good joke y/n i know you were lying because i really look good, i knew its was a prank”

just agree with him lol

will think of pranks that he could do to you for revenge, literally stressing about it while on the date with you

he wants to say the same thing to you but he can’t because you look beautiful today, just for him, and will smile just looking at you

while walking to the park he will even ask himself “does my style really match them?” “should i be the one to adjust and put my taste on clothes higher?” “i should ask mitsuya about fashion things” his mind is just filled with questions

“mikeyyyyyyy, you look good today i was just doing a silly prank im sorry if that made you feel bad, not gonna lie you’re drippy as fuck”

“i know i know im gonna prank you next time real hard” he said “if i catch you we’re gnna switch wardrobes” he said as he started to chase you around the park

in the end he came over to your place and explore your wardrobe and tried your clothes, he even stole some of your hoodies and shirts.

MITSUYA

overthinks

this mf thinks he looks good no matter what

duh he’s a designer

“well y/n i think you’re right, and i should style you sometimes dont you think?”

your hand went to your mouth so fast

he laughed at your reaction and hug you

“just kidding you look good, we look good i know that trend damn thats old” he said

you smack him playfully for that, his reaction is normal but because of that he wants to be more stylish

he can take a joke yk

after a lot of overthinking he suggests to shopping with you

even though he have some knowledge about designing and how to look good he thinks your taste in clothes is so good

will think that he’s right for you and you’re right for him

he’s your 4lyferss😩

BAJI

he will give you that “excuse me” face with a hand oh his chest because he’s offended as fuck.

“babe stop fooling people, and yourself we both know i look good”

“you dare to bash my drip hell no baby”

will brag his clothes for like 15 minutes just to prove what you’re saying is wrong

“this shirt i brought this online with a nice fabric its not cheap mf”

“my pants, you see this huh? see those sutffs on tiktoks where they style their own pants i did this shit its so cool”

“now now, baby see this shoes? oh dont even get me started but hey you look nice today hehe can i take you on our date now?”

he went from being defensive and screaming proving his shit right to his signature smile

by just that he already made your day, you really cant out keisuke baji

because he is baji, he will look good for you, and you look good for him, he will joke you around, tease you a lot, you will also do the same to him.

100% can take a fucking joke. and it will be like a competition to him.

CHIFUYU

confused baby

im sure you feel a lot of guilt rn

because baby panicked

will suggest to go back to his house and change his clothes if you want

pls apologize 😭

almost cried because he thinks he’s a bad boyfriend again lol

will spat a lot if reason like, he’s in hurry, he’s been overthinking this date since last night.

but boy he look good actually he has drip

“nononono baby, you look good i just saw the thing on tiktok so i thought it will be funny but damn im sorry i-” you didn’t even finish when he laughed

“ohhhhhh yeaaaa that trend fuck, how could i forget, nice one you got me there god dammit ill take revenge sometimes” he said laughing slightly

well he’s always on tiktok, have some few vid too, actually some went viral bc of takemichi being dumb

just like mitsuya too, will suggest to just go shopping with him and tell him what kind of clothes that you’re interested in

would love to buy your clothes for you but he’s just a broke middle schooler but he promised you that both of you will shopping someday

he took that prank seriously but when he knew that it was a joke its fine

life goes on for him

HAKKAI

oh my god please y/n why

you always complement his style because its true he has some style

after you told him that he will just scratch the back of his neck and said

“my other clothes are still wet haha…..i mean i dont look bad i mean……”

apologize, drop on your knees and do it.

nah jk

u gave in a small laugh and said sorry to him

he know about this trend actually but he never actually expect you to have the guts to do that to him

he knew about his shy personality and he knew that you know about this

he’s not offended just taken by surprise that you actually did that to him

“well anyways i dont care about me you look good today y/n”

you immediately regret saying those stuffs to him bc he’s sweet hot and respectful

but its a joke anyways he enjoyed the silly joke

he knew he look good lmao

yuzuha will be hearing this

she will prolly scold you for doing that

are you gnna repeat the silly prank again?

TAKEMICHI

💀💀💀💀💀

he will run

run back to his home attack his wardrobe and find a good clothes

ofc you feel bad so you followed him

you saw him looking for a new clothes to wear

you told him its a prank but he still didn’t want to go out looking like that

so you just decided to style him yourself

he thinks you’re right

he looks bad, his style is not it

but overall happy for pranking him and making him realize that he need to be as your same style

“takemichi, look i dont care…..whoever told you that you look bad i will kick their face, to me what ever you wear your fun personality and the reason that i fell inlove with you wont disappear” you put a hand on the top of his head and he just

cried.

“im sowwyyy- i- i cant look good- fuck ughhghuh- please dont leave me i-” he’s crying mess on your chest

“STOP CRYING DAMMIT YOU ALWAYS LOOK GOOD,”

you will never prank him again

no pls dont do it again

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

Ok so thots on Bad buddy ep 9

1) Korn my love. My knight in shining armour. My quail in ponytail. My dumbass with sass. My sweetie with a patootie. I love you Korn. And drake 👉🏽👈🏽🥺 pls rail me

2) Ohm sexy guns in navy top makes me wanna squeeze.

3) i would once again like to point out how fuc*in happy pran looks when he's with Pat. How can his "friends" see that and NOT support them together????

4) everyone including me , is pissed off af Pran's group of friends but I'm trying to be patient coz they're at most , 18 years old and we do stupid shit when we're young that we'll come to regret coz of the scale of the stupid when we're older. I hope wai and the rest of them realise how much wrong they were in.

5) i speak from experience but juniors doing fucked up shit coz of their seniors rivalry is real. Like seniors do think they own the place and they do try to keep out some people from their own batchmates' social circles. Some of the things these shows potray are so close to asian college life like 🥲 Take SOTUS for example.

6) When they both said "Not yet" , i guffawed so LOUD at 3.00 in the morning , I'm sure i woke up my friend passed out in the next room.

6) also i thought they were gonna do it this episode , i opened instagram before watching and the black and white pic popped open like ohm staaaaahpppp

7) inkpa endgame bitches.

8) pls i want waikorn to happen and korn to actually ask wai in a very disappointed but not surprised voice "Why did you do that to him? But i guess hurting people who love you comes easy to you doesn't it??" about their own conflicts and then watch the burn of pain flash in Wai's eyes. I wanna see wai suffer .

9) Also please let their first time after a rain soaked walk session 🥺👉🏽👈🏽Imagine young love Patpran wet and running up the stairs 😭😭

10) I'm not talking about the "fruit basket" that is Pran's room. So that also means the bi sweatshit by our darling Korn is also intentional ofc.

11) Did i mention inkpa endgame ???

12) Fuck dem parents .

13) I was sad during that one episode when korn was barely there. I loved every second of him on screen like Yessssss!! Go best friendddd☺️❤️✌🏽

14) like not only wai , Pran's other friends are shits too. I need you all to litter the hate don't just focus it on wai coz these dipshits kept quiet.

15) angry footballer guy from opp team is hot.

16) I've noticed this many times but Ohm is such a fine fine actor. His eyes are capable of looking like a sad puppy and its will squeeze our heart but then he gets angry and then we'll melt into a pile of scared goo at his feet. It's just so so so sexy of him. Such a talent.

17) also , that guy who hurt Pat. Wait till you get found out son. The architecture and engineering gang will prolly leave you at Pran's mercy. And it would be worse for you.

18) someone said imagine pran turning up to the hospital with bruised knuckles abd you know what?? I can also imagine that fu*ker turning up in the icu with a very heavily bandaged head.

19) korn . Korn holding back Pat , wai , pat. Korn sexy , pat sexy. Wai you stupid vitch sit yo ass down.

20) inkpa height difference cuuuuute , also endgame

And side note for P,aof , as much as i like to believe that I'm as cool and suave as pat , I'm actually a smol bean like Pran and i got fuckin scared to death when those Engineering idiots said Pat's serious i almost started to cryyyy😭😭😭😭 Don't scare me like that 😭

[ellitx]

ok so i just found this

couldn't help but imagine venti doing this to his beloved.. making her lost in pleasure with just his tongue and fingers... and making her cum with a snap of fingers only after making her cum so many times hhhh

and the fact it seems like the listener was supposed to be sleeping just *chef kiss*

—🦊

ANON WHY YOU MAKING ME SO HORN KNEE EARLY IN THE MORNING 😩

You know im a sucker for these asmr/drama cds hhhh those lewd sloppy sounds of your wetness is just mwah ✨✨ venti eating you out, making you watch him lap your slickness, slurping, and curling his tongue in your clit AAHHH SO HAWTT and whispering to you, making you beg if you wanna cum??

JUST FUCKING WONDERFUL 💕💕💕

“You wanna cum?”

“Come on, say it. Say it that you want my tongue and finger inside you.”

“You like that? Like the feeling of my tongue going deep inside you? Drinking all your juices and make you cum so hard?”

Yes venti i would love that okay?!! And that snapping? Holy shit— i can imagine a smirk on his face, watching in absolute admiration and pleasure how he can make you orgasm with just a snap of his fingers.

Prolly he put some kind of anemo powers inside you while he’s eating you out 👀 swirl reaction hehehe

[hazelcephalopod]

The Eye of the World Ch 21-22

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched the first 4 episodes of the show and been spoiled on some things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know and what I think in know and what I don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first book under the cut.

Immediate impression: finally some rest. Or rest in comparison to the last couple days.

Ch 21

NYNAEVE POV!!! Yessss!!

So I guess Mashadar is just the evil in Shadar Logoth then. Like that’s the description. The end. That’s fine.

Yup. B/c it makes no sense and that’s always more terrifying

Yup. They might just kill you. They want the others

I believe it. She is a force of nature

… wouldn’t Trollocs where bigger boots? Tho. Perrin and Rand are very tall

That’s smart sneak up and check it out first

*sigh* get some pants. For now. Sure. And roll the skirts up for now. You must be wearing stockings. Plz tell me you are wearing stockings?

Lan!

Guess they’re hungry? (Big shrug)

Wouldn’t that be the day Moiraine? Wouldn’t that be the day.

Right where I was ma’am. You are matched in skill with a Warder today!

1000? 1k? That’s a fucking shit ton yes!

Thank you Lan. Yea. How? How here?

Five years? Mmm not the worst timeline but not a good one.

“The Ways are closed…” -Moiraine. So teleportation? That is a thing then? Cool cool cool. Thats fine. Sure. Dark side has teleportation and good side does not

“Unless one of the Forsaken is loose…” -Moiraine. Don’t like that comment. Don’t like it at all

You will accept more then one then?

Ha! That’s a great saying.

Also sorry Nynaeve. But you did that for shockingly long!

And this time you bested him! By hiding!

“…how she sometimes healed injuries, that should have been crippling, so well that there was barely a scar, and not a limp or a twinge.” -Moiraine trying to convince Nynaeve she also can wield the Power.

We all know who, Nynaeve. That asshole Cenn Buie

“…there was something you wanted more than anything else in the world, something you needed. And you got it.” -Moiraine describing a channelers first use of the power to Nynaeve. & “…a week or ten days later you had your first reaction to touching the True Source. Perhaps fever and chills… put you to bed, then disappeared after a few hours. Headaches and numbness and exhilaration all mixed together, and you taking foolish chances or acting giddy.” -Moiraine describes the potential after affects of using the power for the first time. (I later learn- it’s not just the first time but for a while after until they stop having rxns and then die, usually)

The healer can sense the one they healed. Ok. And for a long time it sounds like.

Ma’am that is truly (not) something to take for granted.

Love her. ‘No one tells me what to do and I willl follow.’

Always a good idea to ask Min I imagine.

Oh… well good news. Perrin has his. Bad news -which you prolly know- no ones else does. Except a ships captain, but doesn’t sound like it will work becaus it changed ownership. Soo… g’luck

Honestly lucky for you the one with a coin is the most capable of the lot. And unluckily for the rest

The fact that it is Egwene Nynaeve immediately worries about leaving behind.

Moiraine just still not trusted at all. And… I get why. Like I like her and trust her but I know things -and am not clouded by the biases of this world. She’s shady.

Ch 22

Oh a tree this time! Cool.

Oh at least you had a nice dream Perrin

The waking world tho. That’s rough buddy. Oof

Mmm, personally, not confident on the fate of that horse tbh.

Still has his boots! Probably the right decisions yea. I mean he lived

Hunting time!

!!! Firebox! Yes! That.. the drill friction fire thing!

Oh yea need to make a fire. Or something. Get those wet clothes off.

I mean. It’s not snowing so ok. Now that.. that would be a Problem

“Abruptly he stepped into a little clearing under the hemlock -and stopped. Behind a small fire, Egwene crouched…” -Perrin finding Egwene.

The boys and Nynaeve- refusing to accept anyone is dead. Egwene- straight up tells Perrin she thought he was dead for sure.

Fire!

Lol. Egwene pulls thru as the most 2nd most competent of 2Rivers crew

I’m sry potentially Third most competent. I forgot Bela

Mmm yup. Totally looking for you. >.>

Oh great going to a place you’ve never been based on a shoddy map. Not a bad plan just a bad situation

Truly. They are team competency and common sense. Moiraine and Lan team experience. Mat, Rand and Thom? Team ‘dad help and fortune be kind’ AKA Team Luck

Oh no! Lol. Caemlyn? Not Whitebridge. That’s… oof. A good plan to just ruin everyone else huh?

Sir. You just… he’s right. That’s is so astute

Good thing he still has that coin huh? Wonder how long that will last

I like that they always think ‘I can’t believe I just said that’ as I’m also thinking ‘I can’t believe you just said that’

She is wise enough to know when to delegate

Noo fire!

Plz don’t get pneumonia…

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: PRT TWO

Erik’s dancer bestie shows her freaky side FOR REAL this time

Warnings: SMUT, Erotic dancing, Stoner!Erik, Carefree!Erik. 

Suggested Listenings: Usher- Sex Beat

What was Y/N thinking? everything between Erik and her shifted the minute she used him for her heels routine. Beyonce’s words seemed to speak to her in that moment. It wasn’t just her erotic lyrics, it was Erik’s expression. He was drowning in lust towards her. He was looking at her body, so consumed with desire for her. No man has ever looked at Y/N like that; like his lust for her was eating him alive; leaving him starving. This is her best friend, the guy she came to for advice on the problems in her previous relationships. 

You’re too fine to be giving all your time and energy into him. Too fine. My best friend needs to know her worth...when was the last time you felt appreciated? When was the last time a nigga did something for you and didn’t expect something in return? Called to check up on you? Texted you back? Ate your pussy because he knows you had a rough week and you just need your pussy ate? Some good sex? When?

Maybe Erik was speaking on what he would do for her if she was his woman. He did look at her like she was the only girl in the world whenever they spent time together. Was he waiting for Y/N to finally notice how he felt? All of it scared her but excited her at the same time. Night after night after night Y/N prayed that she would finally have a man in her life that fully appreciated her because she deserved that. His sincere whiskey-colored eyes and warm dimpled smile expressed how proud he was of his “shy” best friend. He saw a side of her that he never thought he would see; a freaky, captivating, and talented side unveiled before him.

“Well! Let’s give these two some space because we already know what’s about to go down after this!” Dominique says, the other dancers agreeing with her. 

Y/N covered her face out of embarrassment for being put on blast, avoiding Erik’s intense eyes because she knew he was focused on her. Y/N anticipated the questions and what he would do when they finally are alone at his place. Y/N knows her best friend, when he wants something...he gets it. There isn’t a no that will stop him. He told her some of his sex stories. He never bragged on his dick but there is no doubt in Y/N’s mind that he is hefty between his muscular thighs. 

“Don’t act so shy now, you put this ass on me, right? You gon’ put it on me again later with yo’ freaky ass,” Erik whispers to her while she leaned over him in that chair, “This how you get down? Hitting splits and popping this fat ass butt?”

“Ain’t like you needed to know all of that,” Y/N sassed, “What I gotta tell you for? Ain’t like we fucking,” her warm breath tickled his ear, “Plus...I don’t think you can handle it anyway. Couldn’t even keep your hands off of me.”

“I swear, you talk so much shit,” Erik licks his lips, “keep this on too...we're going straight back to my place so i can show you what I can do with all this ass. Beyonce’s words won’t help you now, show me what you can do without the music.”

“Erik, I’m not walking out of this studio with my ass out,” Y/N poked out her curvy hip within Erik’s line of vision so that he could have something to drool over, “I’ll keep it on but I’m putting my pants back on.”

“You’re right, you’re right...that’s a lot of meat hanging off of you back there… that’s for me.”

“Please,” Y/N gawked at how bold Erik was, dragging his hands up the back of her thick thighs, all the way up to cuff her ass and jiggle it in his large hands, “I see you’re not behaving.”

“I entertained your little order but now I’m doing whatever the fuck I want.”

Y/N sucked air through her teeth when Erik slapped both of her cheeks in front of everyone. They had a little audience of women watching with envious eyes. His hands electrocuted her flesh and his fingers were digging painfully, letting her know who was in charge. 

“Wait until we get out of here,” Erik spoke in a hushed tone, “You heard what the fuck I said, Y/N?”

“I heard youu,” She looked around her, “You look like you want to risk it all right now...where is this coming from?” 

“Go finish dancing, we’ll talk about it later,” Erik swipes his hands over Y/N’s ass one more time before widening his legs for her to have space to leave. She was in a hypnotic state, her ankles wobbling the more she walked away from him. Out of nowhere, Mishon- Talk That Shit started playing, all the ladies shouting and gathering to the center of the dance floor. Erik sat still, observing Y/N swaying her hips in a circle while the beat played out in the intro. It sounded cool, Erik bopped to the beat, his movements in sync with the instrumental of the song. 

I'm 'bout to pull up on a bad one

Somethin' way better than the last one

Somethin' way wetter than the last one

Damn it been a minute since I had one, yeah, yeah

And this one dedicated to my ex (Yeah)

Let her know I'm on to the next (Yeah)

I really only miss her for the sex

I'mma 'prolly send her ass a text and let her know....

The cameraman was ready as he crouched down in front of the group of women freestyling and hyping each other up. Y/N got down into a squat, popping her ass and keeping a steady balance. She rolled her hips tantalizingly every single time the beat dropped. She ran her hands down the back of her neck, dragging them over her breasts while bending over to hit a side to side split, bouncing on that polished dance floor with her ass moving; left cheek, right cheek. 

“Talk that shit, Y/N!!!!” Erica came over to slap her ass, “That’s my girl!! Show these newbies how you show out sis!!”

Hands up, Y/N rolled her body while patting her thick thighs. She was giving a little more energy than usual since a certain someone was watching. She practically sweeped that floor with her body, arching her back to show off just how deep she can go for the dick, or how she likes to get her pussy ate from the back. Erik wasn’t ready. It was a good thing he came along with her, otherwise their true feelings for each other wouldn’t have surfaced. At least not today. There is no telling how long it would have been. Dancing always made Y/N horny and her pussy soaking wet. She couldn’t stop shaking her ass, bending over, doing splits, and wining her hips. The song was long over and the only music she had was the constant cheers from her fellow sistahs. Finally, a sweaty Y/N stopped dancing, her little display having even the cameraman checking her out with a new eye.

“Girl, you got him standing now,” Dominique whispered to her.

Erik was standing from his chair with his arms folded, the muscles in his arms and along the sides of his torso flexing to control himself. If she would have continued a minute longer, Erik would have scooped her up and fucked her on that dance floor, not giving a fuck if anyone watched. With ragged breaths and sweat rolling down her neck, Y/N walks over to him, her eyes focused on the pout of his lips.

“You ready to get out of here, Erik?” She already knew the answer to the question. He tilted his head down at her, taking his left pointer finger to rip a hole in her fishnets, 

“ You gotta ask me that?” He said.

She gave a little gasp, “Let me get my shit then-

“Yeah, you better hop on that.” 

____________

Erik was giving her that I’m about to fuck the shit out of you look the minute they stepped foot inside of his apartment. Y/N was currently sucking her thick green smoothie from her straw, matching his same heated look. She wasn’t about to back down from dick, there was no going back from what happened at the dance studio. Maybe they will have a serious conversation about it, maybe they won’t. Y/N knew no matter what, Erik would still remain her best friend...just with benefits added into the mix. Good dick and a strong friendship. Erik removes his shirt, his tattoo reading Fuck Reality on the right side of his ribcage in black ink against his russet skin.

“So, you must be that real nigga you were telling me about this morning,” Y/N gives Erik a teasing smile, “Am I right?”

“Shit...I can be,” Erik walks up to Y/N snatching her smoothie from her hand to drink some himself.

“I don’t want your germs,” Y/N makes a yuck face before plopping down on Erik’s couch to remove her shoes and velour pants, “putting your big ass lips around my straw like that.”

“Where else you want my lips then?” Erik takes one more sip before placing it on his cocktail table, “On yours? Wanna taste my lips, Y/N?”

“I guess to see what the hype is about,” Y/N giggles, “I’m kidding, yes, I do...you don’t feel weird about kissing me?”

Erik screwed up his face, “It’s just my lips and my tongue, Y/N...I could have given you that anytime...do you feel weird?”

“No, I’m okay with it...come kiss me,” Y/N crossed her generous thighs, patting the couch cushion next to her, “Sit.”

“Telling me what to do again I see.”

Erik takes a seat, Y/N wasting no time to climb on top of him, her legs straddling either side of his waist, the muscles in his hips digging into the flesh of her thighs. She tasted his lips first with her tongue, his chapstick seeping into her taste buds. Y/N drew back to stare into his eyes, to see if there was any conviction. Erik rocked his hips back and forth, inclining his head to press his lips against hers. Y/N allowed him to take the lead while she placed both of her hands on the back of his head. His lips are like marshmallows; squishy and sugary. Just the feel of them alone has her dragging her nails along the nape of his neck. She needed more of him. Opening her mouth wider, Y/N’s lips wrapped around his bottom lip to suck on it. She did it repeatedly, Erik’s head shaking and his hands on her lower back. They slowly started sucking on each other’s lips and tongue, stopping in between to gaze into each other’s eyes with knowing smiles before going back at it again sucking face.

“You taste so delicious...why didn’t you tell me how juicy and sweet these lips are?” Erik teases, bringing his hand up to wrap around Y/N’s neck to control her movements. All Y/N could feel was Erik’s spit from his thick tongue running down her chin. The sloppy kissing is a level of freaky that Y/N wasn’t more than prepared for. This is the type of energy she needed, none of that lazy shit. She couldn’t begin to express with words how much kissing Erik gave her chills all over her body. 

“You gon’ taste your pussy off my lips after I eat it, best friend?” Erik gives Y/N a full open-mouthed kiss, “I’ll kiss these soft ass lips after you suck my dick…”

“I love sucking and tasting my sweet pussy juices when I finger-fuck myself so you ain’t even gotta ask me.” 

“You a real freak, huh? Look at you with all my spit on your chin...mmm,” Erik uses his thumb to rub in his spit all over her chin, dragging it down her neck, “go ahead and grind on this dick…”

Y/N places her hands on Erik’s shoulders, getting into a squat over his crotch before rolling her hips in a tight circle back and forth over him. She could feel the mesh of her fishnet stockings dragging along the zipper of his cargo pants and possibly snagging. Erik grips her hips, eyes focused on Y/N’s, letting out a harsh breath when his now stiff erection connected with her phat pussy each time she rolled her hips back. One hand on the back of his neck, and the other clutching her left breast, Y/N really showed him how she rocked hard and steady, her pussy pulsating on his clothed erection that kept on growing beneath her. 

“Ooh, damn baby,” Y/N chews on her bottom lip, “You got my pussy throbbing…”

“You got my dick ready to bust with all this grinding you doing,” Erik squeezes Y/N’s ass from behind, “My shit good on that pussy? You wanna feel all this weight on you for real? I’ll give it to your ass…”

“I wanna feel it like this,” Y/N throws her leg over Erik’s head, her body turning before she arches her back over him, her hips lifting from his lap and her legs going wide and into a side to side split. She started bouncing and pushing her ass back towards Erik so he could have all of her weight on him.

“How hard you tryna cum tonight?” Erik hummed, giving Y/N’s ass a slap in the process.

“You already know, Daddy,” Y/N moaned as she popped her ass, waiting for another slap. He gave her what she wanted so hard that his hand print was visible on her brown skin through her fishnets. That only made Y/N freakier. She brought her hips up and arched her back, pushing her ass into Erik’s face.

“Damn you showing off, girl...horny as better fucking be with your pussy and ass in my face like this…” Y/N’s pussy connected with Erik’s pouty bottom lip causing it to drag, “Oooh, shit, I’m about to open that ass up for daddy...nasty as fuck with it.”

Erik pressed his thumb against her clit through the fishnets and her leotard, rubbing it in a circular motion with her hips moving slow and sensual in his face. Erik leaned forward to bite Y/N’s ass, the torture he inflicted only making her want more. She couldn’t wait until he got inside of her. Slaps, bites, and kisses has Y/N moaning and looking over her shoulder into Erik’s eyes. Impatient, Erik’s fingers hooked into Y/N’s fishnets, ripping them all the way down to her thighs. Her thick flesh squeezed out the more he ripped, the only thing covering her wet pussy was the leotard. Y/N wasn’t afraid when Erik wasted no time to pull the crotch of her leotard to the side so he could get a glimpse of her wet pussy. He was more than eager to spread Y/N’s lips to unveil the juicy clit he was rubbing on. Y/N watched Erik’s eyes change in shape when his tongue peeked from his mouth, flicking it along her slit to start. Y/N closed her eyes and vividly remembered just how that big, long, flat tongue slithered all over her inner folds, providing a seat for her pussy to cum on. 

“You got a meaty little pussy, Y/N,” Erik smiled down at her with his fingers pinching her outer pussy lips, “Yup...that’s exactly how I want you to look at me devouring this pretty pussy...you kept putting it in my face, you know I need this shit on a daily now, right? You not getting this pussy ate right, best friend...you come to me to get your pussy ate right.”

“How about fucked right?” Y/N’s eyes rolled shut before opening again, “I ain’t getting dicked down properly either.”

“Shit, I already know...with a gushy puss like this you should be fucked good and enjoying some big black dick.”

Erik slouched on the couch to bring his face closer to Y/N’s pussy. Y/N grabbed Erik’s lower legs to keep her balance when his juicy lips started slurping on her pussy. She could only imagine how her pussy looked right about now in his mouth. Wet and swollen. Erik started sucking on her pussy, proving to her instantly that he can eat way better than the bullshit niggas she dealt with in the past. He did it with so much passion, never missing her clit, inner lips, and her tight entrance with his tongue. His lips were sucking and kissing EVERYWHERE on her pussy, painting her slickness with his spit. 

“I bet that nut tastes so good,” He went in for more, his lips sucking her and spit falling from his mouth with no control. Y/N frowned in surprise when she felt Erik going for the gusto between her thighs, leaving her to reach back and hold her cheeks open to show him where he needed to put that tongue next. Spit dripped down Y/N’s belly and inner thighs from the awkward angle and it wasn’t long before Y/N’s hips rolled against the strides of Erik’s tongue and lips, causing Erik to slap her ass with both his hands coming down harshly to control her. He was silently telling her to keep still while he dragged his dangerous tongue between the crack of her ass to feast on her booty. His lips would suckle on her ass cheeks before his tongue was back in action, wiggling all in her booty while his thumb stroked her clit. 

“Ummm, you like eating my pussy and ass?” Y/N moaned while sucking on her fingers.

“Ummhmm,” Erik answered into Y/N’s pussy swallowing his face. 

“You said I can sit on your face anytime I want to, right? Let me straddle that pretty face, daddy...and I won’t come off it until you tell me to,” Y/N stood and turned, bringing one leg all the way up while balancing on her other foot. That movement made her pussy lips spread nice and wide, showing Erik all of her slick pink. 

“Damn, just got your pussy all out with your leg up like that...mmm, mmm, mmm.” Erik couldn’t look away from Y/N’s pussy, “I ain’t going nowhere, what you waitin’ on? Come sit on my face girl,” Erik smirked while laying back against the couch. Y/N lets her leg down, approaching the couch with Erik’s hands on her hips to help her up. Standing, Y/N straddles Erik’s face before dropping her pussy down on his mouth. Erik’s head is extended back, Y/N’s fingers pulling on his dreads to move his head.

“Yesssss, daddy, tongue kiss it...mmm, you got this pussy feeling good in your mouth.”

Erik was licking her deep, delicious pussy and nibbling on her clit. He was drooling down the side of his face because everytime he got her pussy in his mouth her sweet taste would make him salivate. Each time she grinded her hips against his lips, Erik could hear her wet folds. 

“...Oh, my...God, oooh shit, Ima fucking cum in your mouth, Erik, oooh fuck keep sucking on my clit like that,” Y/N’s eyes shut tight as her clit began to tingle and her thighs tighten around his head. Y/N was more aroused than she’d ever been and Erik’s hums and moans in her pussy had her bouncing on the tip of his tongue, unable to hold it any longer, “Lick this pussy up, E, I’m cumming, shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!!” Y/N moaned loudly while Erik coerced her to keep cumming on his tongue. She hollered while Erik intensified her nut by wrapping his lips around her sensitive clit. Her legs began to involuntarily shake so he stopped to gently kiss her pussy lips before lifting his face from beneath her.

“My pussy won’t stop contracting,” Y/N spoke breathlessly, “I just love the way you eat pussy,” Y/N turned around to sit on the couch, her body pressed against Erik’s and her hand stroking his crotch, “This that big black dick I’m about to suck?” Y/N leaned in to kiss Erik, dominating him hard as fuck while gripping the back of his head before looking down at her hand rubbing up and down his thick bulge “This that big black dick you fucking my pussy with?”

“You got permission...come eat this dick, you got all that talent in your hips when you dance let me see you deep throat this dick...if you don’t do it right I’m fucking your throat up.”

Y/N was on her knees with her tongue poked out. She was now undoing Erik’s pants, grabbing his dick up and pulling it out from it’s constraint, “Please daddy, let me taste it...I need to feel you in my mouth,” she tells him this as she is on her knees rubbing her clit. With her other hand, Y/N pulls the straps to her leotard down, her breasts spilling over so that he could have something else to admire while she went to work on his dick. She grabs Erik’s shaft and kisses the head of his dick first before wrapping her beautiful lips around the head and sucking it. She sucks on just the head while her hand twisted and gripped his fat dick. Erik was loving the way her tongue would twirl around the head of his dick before she tried to fit all of it in her mouth.  She would suck it slowly as if her mouth was making love to his dick.  

“I love how you sucking it all slow, baby girl, take your time with it...warm that slutty little mouth up so I can deep throat you...mmm, yeah, keep looking up at me like that.” 

Y/N was staring into his eyes as if she was saying Look at me making that fat dick disappear. She slowly moves her head back and lets Erik’s dick fall out of her mouth and spits on it before tracing her tongue up and down the vein that was in the middle of his dick. She squeezed his shaft as hard as she could so she could feel his dick throb like a heartbeat.  She did this a couple of times before holding his dick below her mouth so she could drool all over it making it nice and slick.  She put Erik’s dick back in her mouth and started to suck it and stroke it in a rhythm. 

 “Fuck, damn, shit, damn, fuck,” They were the only words Erik could say that were not moans as her mouth made love to his dick. She sucked his dick so good Erik’s head lazily fell back against the couch, his lips parted while he watched her through his barely open lids, “Sucking this dick so good girl, this yo’ specialty? How sloppy do you get it? Spit on that dick,” She spits, watching it slowly drizzle down his dick, “There you go, girl,” He hissed.

“Are you gonna cum all in my mouth daddy or do you wanna shoot it all over my pretty face?  Please daddy give me that nut..I’ve been such a good girl for you haven’t I?”  

When Erik heard her say that shit he had to fight back from filling her mouth up with his thick nut.  

Y/N looks so beautiful making love to his dick with her mouth but she asked him to fuck her mouth not make love to it.  Erik placed his hand on top of her head and started to thrust his dick in and out of her mouth with a fucking vengeance. Y/N started squeezing his hip before clawing the skin of his thighs. She couldn’t use words since she was gagging on Erik’s fat ass dick so that was the only way she could communicate how much she loved the way he fucked her throat. 

“You like that right there, baby? You like the way my dick moves in and out of that mouth?” Erik lifts her head up by her hair, his dick falling out of her mouth standing straight up, “Can’t forget the balls, baby, they need love to, suck on my balls..matter of fact stand up and turn around I want that pussy back in my mouth.”

Erik could still taste her pussy on his lips, he needed more of Y/N’s fat, juicy pussy. More head didn’t stop her from turning around, bending over again, and pushing her pussy in his face. Erik spreads her lips and almost shed a tear at the sight of her creamy folds waiting to be slurped up into his mouth. With a thrilled tongue Erik french kissed her pussy, concentrating on pleasing her pretty pussy.

“Fuck,” was the only word that came out Y/N’s mouth as Erik sucked on her clit softly and slides his fingers inside of her. 

“Do you wanna cum baby?  Do you wanna feel my lips squeeze your clit while I finger fuck this pretty pussy?...you want me to lick and suck your clit till you squirt all over my face?” Erik asked Y/N over and over those three questions until she gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Instead of giving him a verbal response, Y/N bends her body, practically folding it in half, grabbing Erik’s dick in her hand and started sucking his dick upside down. The gagging and slurping she was doing on Erik’s dick from that angle was like music to his ears. She pulled his dick towards her mouth with her hand wrapped around his heavy balls, slapping it on her face and lips before sliding it back between her lips.

“That shit feels so good, girl suck this fat dick...yessss suck them balls,” Erik’s tongue dragged up and down, Y/N’s clit while he slapped her ass for sucking his dick so good. When she swallowed all of him Erik’s fingers went deeper and faster in her pussy, “You’re about to get the shit fucked out of you, Y/N, keep going, make me bust a nut, make you taste that fucking nut for the first time, have you gulping that shit down every fucking chance you get, girl,” Erik hissed when Y/N’s pussy gripped his fingers, “Gripping me, huh? You better fucking cum on my fingers...good girls get treats, bad girls get what’s coming to them...which one are you?”

Erik’s dick left her mouth so she could moan and cry out. Her ass wiggled against him when he buried his fingers deep within her, making that cum spill out and splash his face just like he wanted. Erik buries his face between her cheeks to savor her taste. 

“Time to get in that tight pussy, come here,” Erik picks Y/N up, wrapping her legs around his waist himself. She was weak in his arms from her orgasm, the muscles of her inner thighs quaking around Erik’s waist. He was taking her to his bedroom. Y/N could smell the blueberry OG kush the closer they got. Door cracked, Y/N’s eyes studied a trippy mushroom ripple tapestry. It has fluorescent inks contrasted by fuzzy black velvet, the vibrant colors of his mushroom ripple velvet poster having her buds hypnotized. This is one of the posters her and Erik stared at whenever they took a high trip. 

“You squirted all over my face, girl,” Erik drops Y/N down on his bed, “Yeah, that shit was sexy as fuck, my shit is on rock after you did that shit...what that pussy looking like now, huh?” Erik didn’t wait around for Y/N to get out of her dazed state as he pulled her leotard off of her body while his lips left a trail over her smooth brown skin. Y/N was finally fully naked in front of him, her beautiful melanin skin glistening in the black lighting of his room. 

“Oooooh, that shit is gushy...she tight too...them walls were squeezing the fuck out of my fingers,” Erik brought Y/N’s legs up, her legs splayed out like an eagles wings. This was that you ain’t going nowhere position. 

Erik and Y/N maintained eye contact while Erik grabbed the weight of his dick, tapping her pussy with it a few times before pushing past her tightness, Y/N looking from his dick to his face with blissful surprise before clenching her walls around his dick. Y/N moaned while twisting her head from side to side, burying her face in Erik’s pitch black pillows. All she could see within the blue hue of his room is Erik’s large, muscular body looming over top of her. It felt like a glowing dreamscape like she was in a club. Y/N could feel his dick slipping past her opening repeatedly but every time she tried to look at his dick she would grow weak from sensitivity and fall back against his bed. 

Y/N moaned out when Erik hit her barrier, “oooooo, fuck!”

“Damn, girl,” Erik sucked in air through his teeth, “You enjoying this big dick girl, taking it real good...OOOOH SHIT, Y/N-

Erik pulled out rapidly to rub the wide tip of his dick along Y/N’s clit to force her squirt out. No wonder why her walls pushed Erik’s dick out, she was flooding him and the bed. Erik was back inside, manhandling Y/N with his dick burrowing balls deep. Erik’s hips smacked into Y/N’s and each time he thrust inside she would moan out. Erik rounded his hips to reach every crevice of her pussy, his dick hitting her A spot at the bottom of her pussy. That shit made Y/N’s eyes roll. His locs were hanging over his eyes, the sight alone driving her crazy. And then, he started to whisper nasty things to her, things she wished the men in her past would say to her.

“I’ma fuck you all day everyday now, best friend...Shit,” Erik massaged her feet while leaning over her body, his fingers smooth between her pretty toes before changing positions, moving her right leg to cross over the other so he could stroke her while she’s laying on her side, making an even tighter space for his dick to fit through. Erik couldn’t keep his plump lips off of Y/N while his hips snapped into hers. His strokes weren’t sloppy, they were perfect. 

“Unh, I love your dick so much, Erik.”

“Of course you do, you ain’t have it like this before...stretched out like this before...deep dicking that wet pussy,” Erik whispered in a loving but demanding tone as he stroked her deep, making it hard for her to focus. Y/N pulled the sheets from the head of his bed trying to ease her pussy off of his dick a little bit. 

“Where the fuck your think you going? This creamy, beautiful mess you make on my dick and you tryna run? Get your freaky ass back here, you knew what time it was when you played with me at that studio,” Erik picks Y/N up from the bed with his dick still inside of her, “I bet you won’t run now…Look at my dick, baby girl, I bet none of them niggas didn’t have yo’ shit looking like this, pussy creamy as fuck.” 

Y/N was riding his dick with her hips snapping into his at the right moment. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his face. The ecstasy, the cockiness, the glare, his gruff tone and deep growls, his dick fucking her senseless in the air like her thick ass didn’t weigh anything, she was trying to figure out if her sanity was still intact.

“Damn, E, you fucking me,” That’s all she could really say the more he drilled her. He was spreading her ass, getting all up in her like she wasn’t wide open enough with her legs around his waist, “oooooh Erik you got me shaking ang gripping that dick!!! Ooooh. Ooooh. Fuckkkk, Erik you ain’t right for having dick this good,” Y/N grabs Erik’s face, “Oh my God I’m gonna cum again I can’t believe this shit…”

Y/N started cumming so hard that a vein protruded from her neck and her nails clawed the back of Erik’s neck, scratching him up and causing it to bleed. Erik started sucking on her bottom lip, coaxing her into a searing kiss that grew more intensified each time their lips locked. Erik held his dick inside of her while kissing her, turning around to sit on his bed. The kiss was so damn good. Her lips practically melted into his. This man could really tongue a woman down. Y/N had to break the kiss to stare at him for a moment. Erik chuckled, smoothing his hands over her ass before kissing the corners of her lips just as soft. Y/N melted in his arms.

“You Gon’ dance on the dick now?” Erik whispered to her, “I wanna see you move your hips in slow motion while you ride this dick.” 

“We need music for that,” Y/N lifts from Erik’s lap, her body shivering when Erik’s dick slipped from her pussy, “Let me grab my phone-

“No need for that I got my MAC,” Erik stands, grabbing his laptop from his desk that housed a marijuana cannabis plant, a small fish tank, and an electric neon green beaker bong. Erik opened his laptop on the bed, brushing the shake from his keyboard. Y/N walked around to where he leaned over the bed to look through his iTunes library. She got down on her knees, grabbing his dick up in her hand to suck all of her cream from it. 

“How you know a nigga needed to be sucked up?” He looked down between his legs at her, “this where your lips should have been from the beginning.” 

Erik finally finds a song. A piano solo started in the beginning, the soothing melody causing Y/N’s eyes to connect with Erik’s, a knowing smile on her face. Oh, the first time she heard this song, she imagined herself fucking some lucky man with a big, black dick to it. Erik bops his head as soon as the beat dropped, the sexual stimulating instrumental igniting both of their bodies. 

Yeah

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (yeah)

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex

(Let’s go)

Erik crawled onto the bed, his sinewy body looking like milk chocolate under the black lights and his dick in hand, jerking it. Y/N tapped into her dancing skills, her hips swaying back and forth, back and forth. She closed her eyes to allow the beat to flow through her ears, pattering against her ear drums. 

Sex beat, turn it up loud

'Til I blow my speakers (hey)

Get lower than my Subwoofers

Or high as my tweeters (yeah)

My diva, eat you up, like you my gourmet chocolate Godiva

Call FEMA, got her wetter than Hurricane Katrina (yeah)

Anything I say, let's do, she with it

With it, with it, with it 

Have you ever had orgasm in the double 

Digits, digits, digits, digits?

Not until tonight she hasn’t. He couldn’t have chosen the perfect song. Now Y/N was slow grinding her hips, bringing one shiny, delicious leg up onto his bed, climbing on top and standing before his resting body. Erik’s arms are spread out on either side of the bed while he moved his hips in tandem with hers. He looked so delectable laying there with his big, long dick; the right thickness and big head. Then, his face and body was so fucking perfect. 

Do the math and I'll do the work (yeah)

Break it fast and I'll break the curse (yeah)

Make it last and I'll make you first

And if you make it splash, then I'll make you squirt (okay)

She miss that every night (okay)

How I lick it (yeah), put it down 

All I wanna do is live it up (okay)

Girl, I'll never let you live it down

So press rewind on that sex beat

And just feel all the sensation (what?)

Who you know stay in his bedroom 

But still got the whole block shaking, Luda (let's go)

Y/N turned around giving Erik a full on view of her naked ass twerking, popping, swaying, bouncing, and jiggling above him. Y/N bends over, hands on her knees while she makes her cheeks bounce one at a time whole rolling her back deeper like she didn’t have a vertebra. All Erik could see from his view was Y/N’s pink slit and her big booty making him dizzy with how much it moved. He reached one arm up to slap her ass, causing Y/N to move her hips lower, basically riding his face in circles.

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me (do it to a)

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

When we get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way you make me move, move

Y/N made a bridge with her back, snaking her hands up Erik’s legs before clawing the hard surface of his eight pack. She trailed her hips down to rest on Erik’s chest, rubbing her clit against him. Her hands were in her hair, ass twerking on him, causing the bed to bounce. 

Sex beat (oh)

Sex beat (yeah)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Sex beat (oh)

Sex beat (yeah)

When I get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way it make me move, move

Y/N slowly bends her body forward, forming a pancake split while bringing her hips up and down, up and down. Her pussy smacked against his stomach, Erik staring at it in astonishment like he ain’t never seen an ass like that. He wanted to know where she got that from with the way she moved it to the sing. Usher’s voice was the perfect fit for her lustful performance. 

Listen, this ain't no regular occasion, nah

This ain't no test in keeping patient

So you don't need to keep me waiting, waiting

Your body language I'm translating, translating

I'm tryna hear it all from your head to your heart

Yeah, tryna steal your soul, how much deeper can I go?

I painted pictures in my mind

Tonight, I'm bringing 'em to life, oh-oh, through my

Y/N was over Erik’s crotch now, grabbing Erik’s hefty dick, smacking her pussy with it to the song, Erik tucked his bottom lip between his teeth while thrusting his hips up to meet her pussy, matching her same energy. 

“Come on get that dick up in you, give me that pussy,” Erik spoke with a muffled tone over the music. 

Y/N lifted her hips up, holding it in the air while lining Erik’s wide head up with her tight pussy. Circling her hips, Y/N went lower and lower, the tip of his dick the only thing inside of her wet cavern. Erik could see her chocolate pussy stretched around him so snugly the more she danced on his dick. It was as if her walls moved with her body. The squishy ridges kept gliding across the tip of his dick, Erik’s head raising to the ceiling. Y/N looked back at him, their eyes unblinking and focused. They both mouthed the words to the course of the song.

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me (do it to a)

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

When we get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way you make me move, move

Sweat formed on Erik’s forehead and around his neck. She was working just the tip and it had him on the brink of busting a nut. Erik growls, changing positions, tooting Y/N’s ass in the air, rubbing her cream all over his dick before BAM! He was right back in. His hands held her hips while she rebounded her hips to get all of his dick. Erik would stroke to the beat, feeling the music, relishing in his sexual high. This was better than laying on his bed late at night with some wavy music in the background, weed in his hand and ghost inhaling his smoke. 

“Fuck, daddy, yes,” Y/N bites down on her bottom lip “ooooh, fuck right there,” Y/N reached back to stroke his balls, “Right there daddy, get this pussy.” 

Erik could barely make out her words as the song played. 

Yeah

On a star, you oughta wish no regular wish

'Cause we're making love and you taking all of it, uh, yeah

This ain't no regular

I'll make you better with this

I'm investing in it

Oh, let me save

Let me upgrade your love, oh

Heaven I'll take it, ohh-oh

Never get enough of this!!!!

Erik really started giving it to Y/N, fucking her brains out so she can forget where she was and how she got there. He hooked his hand in the crease of her elbow, holding her in that position while his hips pistons in and out of her pussy. 

“Please, daddy, keep fucking me like that!!!” She shouted so that he could hear her.

Sex beat

Sex beat (uh, ohh)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me (do it to a, yeah)

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

When we get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way you make me move, move

“Can’t show this ass no mercy with how you teased me at that dance studio TWICE. This how I’m docking you the fuck down whenever you come see me since you wanna be a bad girl.”

“Daddy, I promise I won’t be a bad girl again!” She lied. She will be a bad girllllll if that’s what she’ll get each and every time. 

“I know you were imagining me inside you, Y/N, tell me I’m lying? You were imagining me being that nigga to handle your freaky ass the proper way,” Erik snapped his hips hard making her squeal, “can’t nobody fuck this fat pussy like me…make you cum like me,” He snapped his hips again, “you hear what the fuck I’m saying to you?!” He spoke roughly through clenched teeth.

“Yessss Daddy!!!” She yelled proudly while the song faded out.

Ha

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (yeah)

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (yeah)

“I feel that grip you keep giving me- oh my fucking God, bitch,” Erik slaps Y/N’s left ass cheek so hard she almost pushed away from him, “NOW DATS WHAT DA FUCK I'M TALKIN' BOUT!!!! DIG IN DEEP & TEAR DAT PUSSY DA FUCK UP!!!!!” He spoke with slang. 

“Erik,” Y/N shoves Erik back so she could crawl away from him. Her lower half was spasmodic and way out of her control. Erik climbed over her, thumping her ass good and making her squeak. 

“Ima give you a break real quick, I still ain’t get my nut, Y/N.” 

She knew he was holding off on cumming intentionally. Erik walks over to his dresser, grabbing a long, wooden box with outer space and distant galaxies painted on top. He brings the box over to his bed, sitting it down beside him. As he opens the box, Y/N can smell the blueberry OG kush and it seems to wake her up more. She flipped over onto her side, watching Erik place some of the strain inside of his weed grinder, crushing it up so he could roll a fresh blunt. Webbie- Give Me That was playing now and Erik was rapping to it while rolling his blunt with close concentration. 

Girl give me that 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that 

Girl give me that (pussy) 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that 

Girl give me that (pussy) 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that there 

Girl give me that pussy 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that...

Y/N already felt high smelling the weed and her tongue salivated to taste it. Erik’s thick tongue sealed the blunt before placing it in the corner of his mouth, looking back inside of his box to find a Bic lighter. He couldn’t find one, forgetting that he must have left it in his car. Erik gets up from the bed, leaving the room for a second. When he came back he had a barbecue lighter in his hand, causing Y/N to snort. 

“Shut that shit up, goofy,” Erik lights his blunt, tossing the barbecue lighter on his desk. He took a puff, gathering up all the smoke he inhaled. He let it sit in his cheeks for a second or two, then, he opened his mouth, forming an ‘O’ shape with his lips. He pushed the smoke out of his mouth by opening and closing his throat. Erik passed Y/N the blunt, watching her take a few puffs before she handed it back to him. 

“Turn around so I can suck on your pussy,” Erik took another long drag of his weed before sitting it in an ashtray on an end table next to his bed. Y/N flips over on her back, bringing her thighs up and out. She spreads her pussy lips with her fingers, the black lights making her pink nails more vibrant. Erik got down on his knees between her legs and started flicking her clit with his tongue before giving Y/N the same sloppy head with a lot of spit. She watched him with her mouth hanging open and eyes low. 

“I can’t stop eating your pussy, Y/N, all I wanna do is eat your pussy,” he looked up at her with his eyes low, his long lashes shielding his eyes, “My head will live between your legs I will eat this motherfucker whenever,” Erik starts laughing, causing Y/N to laugh, “pussy taste like cotton candy.”

“Erik,” Y/N fisted his dreads, pulling his face towards her pussy, “you love eating my pussy then suck it, come on,” Y/N says with a whiny tone, “yess oh my goddddddd,” Y/N threw her head back with a frown of ecstasy plastered on her face, “fuuuuckkkk I wanna cum all in your mouth! Wrap those juicy lips around my clit daddy...oooooh, yes!!!”

Y/N held her pussy lips open, Erik looking up at her from between her legs while spitting on her pussy, dragging his tongue around her clit and down to her right hole, tracing where the spit travels. Erik couldn’t pass her hole without sticking his tongue into it. Erik gently tongue fucked Y/N and her cream from inside is getting all over his tongue,

“You taste so fucking good,” He whispers, smiling up at her while licking her pussy slowly. He licks back up and starts gently sucking on her clit. This is her favorite. Erik smooths his hands up her thighs, acting like he was making out with her pussy, sucking on the lips and on her clit, moving his head in circular motions to create pressure. With a strangled cry Y/N’s entire body went rigid and a creeping sensation took over her body before her orgasm gushed out of her like a broken damn. 

“Mmm,” Erik chewed on his bottom lip covered in Y/N’s juices while using his fingers to rub her puffy labia and clit in soothing circles. His eyes studied the slow movement of his hand while Y/N cried for him to fuck her now. 

 Mouth dripping wet, Erik suctioned Y/N’s skin with his lips while moving up the length of her body. Kissing in between her breasts, Erik drags his lips over to her left breast, pressing his luscious lips against her erect nipple, his thick, curled tongue rolling out to circle her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. With his left hand Erik strokes her right breast, sliding his fingertips lightly across her nipples causing her to gasp and moan.

“You worked that ass on my dick can you handle me going deep like this again? Last time you tried to crawl away from me...tryna keep that fat puss away from me,” Erik moves her hands from her thighs bringing them above her head. Erik squeezes Y/N’s left knee with his left hand while grabbing his thick shaft with the other, tapping her clit with it before gliding in slowly, sucking air between his teeth harshly before dragging his pouty bottom lip between his teeth a low, fucccckkkkk rolling off of his tongue. 

“Mmmmmm,” Y/N exhaled, her eyes focused on Erik’s ceiling, “FUCK that fat ass dick…this big ass dick oh my goodness...this what other bitches got to have? All this big dick? Oooooh, Ima cum all over this dick it’s soooo fucking gooood, fuuuuckkk,” 

“See, I told you,” Erik groaned while pushing his dick further inside of her, “That’s right, take this dick, best friend.”

Erik used his body weight to push deeper and deeper, pulling himself almost all the way out just to snap his hips into hers sharply. Erik scoops his dick in and out of her pussy so expertly Y/N had to sit up on her elbows to watch him. He would wind his hips, a sly smirk painted on his face the more he watched her unravel beneath him. Her pussy is stupid tight, probably the tightest pussy he ever had. His dick was on swoll and it amazed him at how hard her pussy made his dick. The more Erik picked up pace, the louder Y/N became. Erik leaned down, muffling her cries with his tongue stroking her tongue. A constant mmm mmm mmm came from Erik with each stroke he made. 

“Mmm,” he strokes, “mmm,” He strokes, “mmmm,” He hit a spot inside of her that had his head shaking, “I’m about to bust…”

“Cum in my pussy...it’s okay, I’m straight,” Y/N reached down between her thighs to stroke Erik’s heavy balls while he fucked her.

“Damn...you want me to fill this pussy up with my nut? Make this creamy, fat pussy extra messy? Straight GRIPPING,” Erik watched his glistening dick push in and out, “I got your pussy lips gripping this thick dick while I dig you out, mmm...rub your pussy, come on,” Erik places his hands flat on the bed on either side of Y/N’s head while slamming his hips into hers, causing the mattress to bounce and make a ton of noise like the instrumental to Trillville- Some Cut. 

“Unnh, Unh-

“Yeah girl, work that clit, fuckkkk Y/N, I’m about to nut I’m this juicy pussy, give this pussy a cum shower, Hmph, tugging on my nuts like that it’s plenty in the tank girl,” Erik chuckles before slapping Y/N’s titties around, “FUCK...ima show you how I cum in pussy,” Erik lifts Y/N’s hips from the bed, pushing his dick so far it touched her cervix, “mmhmm, you like that? You got what you wanted you better fucking like it, fuckkkkkk,” Erik’s abdominal muscles flexed. 

She felt warm, thick fluid fill her up and it made her shiver. This man didn’t even flinch from busting that fat load off inside of her. He simply clenched his jaw, and flexed his muscles while holding her hips in the air to make sure he released all the cum from his nuts inside of her. When he finally let go of her hips, his dick slipped out, a slimy string of cum connected to the wide tip of his dick.

“Come clean me off best friend,” Erik stood up, his beautiful, black dick covered in their mixed fluids. He grabs his blunt and the barbecue lighter, sparking it up again and French inhaling the smoke. Y/N was on her knees, using only her lips and tongue to clean him off. 

“What was I just thinking about?” He asked no one in particular, his eyes blood-shot and a confused look on his face, “All this dick sucking you doing you got me forgetting what I have to say.”

“Nah, that’s the weed, Erik,” Y/N reminds him while slurping on his balls, “But if I had to guess, you were thinking why it took you so long to fuck me.”

“Nah, that’s not it...but it is a very good question...I don’t know, maybe I just thought you wouldn’t be down,” Erik blew smoke towards the ceiling.

“I didn’t want it to be weird between us,” Y/N stood up with Erik’s dick in her hand, “Let me have some.”

Erik placed the blunt between Y/N’s lips for her to smoke.

“Same...but we’re good though, right?”

“Mhm,” Y/N reassured him.

“Bet,” Erik wraps a single arm around her waist with his blunt in the other hand, “You wanna lay back and get high?”

“Like we always do? Hell yeah,” Y/N dived on the bed, hitting her funny bone, “OUCH.”

“Clumsy ass.”

Erik settles on the bed next to her, Y/N resting on his solid chest. They both stared at the trippy wall art on Erik’s ceiling. It was colorful graffiti letters that almost glowed and popped out at you like 3D images do. He played with her hair while smoking his blunt before passing it to her. A serene smile tugged at his full lips, making his dimples appear. 

“Next time, I wanna watch you dance while I’m high,” Erik licks his lips, “It’ll make the show even better.”

“Shit, I’m up for that…” Y/N was starting to feel her own high. It got silent for a second before Erik nudged her with his shoulder.

“Hm?” She says with low eyes.

“Being up for something is the same thing as being down for something...right?” 

Y/N snorted a laughter that she couldn’t control while clutching her naked belly.

“What? I’m genuinely curious.” Erik spoke softly.

“You don’t need any more weed,” She teased. 

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They’ll pay...(HC)

Requested by a candy-cotton Anon: Oh hhhhh what if, what if,, you do something where there's a very dangerous mission going on and Damian gets injured to the point of being rushed back to the cave with someone while everyone else (including reader) has to complete the mission and Damian just gets real worried about everything, tries to escape, yknow normal Dami stuff hehe (1/2) Hiiii I was the one with the worrying Damian thing I forgot to add: you get to decide the ending on whether or not the reader is still alive and prolly injured or.... The very thing that will break Damian. (another thing: they in a relationship ehe) thanks bye luv ya (2/2)

Warning: A bit angsty ya know my guys, but I didn’t decide to go the whole ten yards with it, hope y’all enjoy, also, I decided to make it Headcanons, because it wasn’t specified what the Anon wanted and I kinda felt like it

Okay so it isn’t uncomment that Damian hurts himself on missions

To be fair it isn’t uncommen for any of you

That’s just the risk you take

Fighting villains doesn’t really happen by itself does it now?

But it was somewhat seldom for any of you to be hurt enough to have to be actually brought back to the Cave by someone else

But during one fight against a way-too-good coordinated gang of seriel-robbers, they came out of nothing but fought like they had been in the buisness for ages, exactly that happened

Damian recieved a few punches and kicks too many and was in no state to continue fighting

You were currently occupied with defending yourself against the blows and bullets that were coming from all around you so you were not able to get to him and bring him home by yourself, but Duke was luckily near enough to get to him and get him out as quick as possible

Damian is not happy

He may be in pain and wants nothing more than to sleep for a week, but it’s still Damian we’re talking about

He’s a little fury-filled demon who will not go down without a fight

Even if he already lost the fight (more or less)

He’s exhausted enough to let Duke bring him to the cave, but then his thoughts get the best of him

If he, the son of Batman and the grandson of the demon, couldn’t hold himself against these criminals, how could you?

After that it’s spiralling out of controle

All the different scenarios go through his head and he can still hear the voices of his family talking with Alfred through the comms

He can’t continue fighting no matter what he tells himself and he sure as hell isn’t good at sneaking right now

He tries to

Wants to sneak away from Alfred and get back to the fight

It’s not like you could escape from Alfred anyways

But the fact that he’s groaning after every step doesn’t really help

After a while Alfred had enough and basically ties Damian to the hospital bed

He completely wears himself out by trying to escape, to no avail, and falls asleep

When he wakes up Bruce is sitting on the side of his bed with a sombre look on his face and all the worry he felt comes right back

In his mind there is only one reason why Bruce would be there and look like that

Shit shit shit shit shit

No this can’t be happening

There’s no way

Turns out there is actually no way, because before he can even say anything you come in with wet hair and a blue eye that must hurt a lot

“I told you he would wake up as soon as I left to take a shower,” you chuckled and came over to him to give him a kiss on his forehead

Bruce excused himself and said he had to look after the others who all had taken quite a beating

“Your eye,” Damian would mutter and carefully trace the outline of the blue mark 

“Meh, it’s not that bad, you should see the other guy,” you chuckled again only to wince in pain, “Even though he did quite a job on a few of my ribs”

“They’ll pay” - grumpy Damian­­™