#so fucking much and my brain is basically mush

[deeisace]

.

[explorevenus]

dirty laundry ♡ re6!leon kennedy x puppy hybrid!reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call ur mom. and also the cops

word count: 5.1k

tags/warnings: re6!leon, stubborn/reluctant puppy reader who pretends she hates him, brief chris redfield appearance, forced proximity (kinda), leon pining for u (he wants u to call him daddy btw), hybrid heat cycle shenanigans, thigh riding, dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), no use of y/n

description: leon's had a tough time figuring out his new puppy hybrid roommate... outside of the fact that she's sweet on him, and just won't admit it. lucky for leon, he comes home from a mission to find her airing her dirty laundry.

a/n: this piece was commissioned by my beloved and adored @pupthepokemonenthusiast who is one of MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ON EARTH EVER ?!!!! and i luv yapping w them and that makes collaborating w them such a dream every time....

divider by @cafekitsune !!

my masterlist ♡

my ao3 ♡

fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ;w;

-venus ♡

Loose gravel crunched beneath Leon's boots, uneven pavement glittering with moisture in the streetlights. It was somewhere between raining and snowing, the wind splattering his rosy cheeks with little drops of condensation, every breath puffing out in a visible cloud, head tilted down at just the right angle to protect the lower half of his bruised face from the cold while still being able to see where he was going.

He didn't have a specific destination in mind, and truth be told, he couldn't really read most of the signage around here anyway-- it was all in Mandarin, and his Mandarin was even less reliable than his Spanish, to put it gently. But he could read what he needed to, at least, enough to find the basics like food, bathrooms, lodging, or hospitals, and more importantly, he could discern the backlit lettering above the shop two doors down; antiques and collectibles. 

That was a phrase he'd familiarized himself with in damn near every language under the sun by now. 

A bell dinged quietly overhead as he stepped into the storefront, grateful that it was even open past 9 o'clock at night. It was only one room and didn't have much space to walk around, but every available surface was stacked to the brim with knick-knacks of all shapes, colors, sizes, and price points under no apparent system of organization. Where some might be overwhelmed or put off by the volume of things to look at, Leon felt his heart skip a beat with excitement. He still had some time to kill before his transport back to the States was due to arrive, and not a single minute of it would be wasted overlooking any potential gems. 

Judging by the horrified stares he was attracting, Leon could imagine he looked fucking insane right now, clothes still splattered with wet, rotting blood and the barrel of his gun practically still smoking in his holster as he towered over a shelf in the back corner, scrutinizing a darling little plush bear in one hand and a set of hand-painted matryoshka dolls in the other like it was the hardest decision he would ever have to make. 

Ultimately, he chose not to decide at all-- money wasn't a factor, so why not buy both? If it weren't for the issue of luggage, he'd just say 'fuck it' and buy out the whole damn store. Unfortunately, helicopters tended to be quite limited in space. 

Self control was a skill Leon used to have mastered, perhaps even too well-- for a long time, every uncomfortable, unsightly, pesky little emotion was pressed down into a condensed cube to be neatly packed away in the very back corners of his brain, boxes upon boxes of dense feelings continuing to pile up and take over more and more space up there until the pressure became too much, the lid blew, and he went off the fucking handle. It wasn't something he was proud of by any means, all those long months blurred into mush through a lens of alcoholism and other reckless behaviors, but what he did try to let himself be proud of was his relative success in making it to the other side. 

That, of course, was a feat he did not accomplish without help, nor would he ever claim to. Chris Redfield was instrumental in his recovery in more ways than one, and at times, without even realizing it. He was a listening ear, a dealer of tough love, a trusted confidant...

...and the reason he had you. 

For obvious reasons, Leon had never gone out of his way to get a pet in his adult life. It just felt irresponsible with the inconsistency and uncertainty of his work situation, even with all the money in the world to spend on trainers and walkers and boarding and... whatever else, but at that point, it would feel less like a pet than an accessory, and Leon didn't have much interest in material. Never saw the need for it. Then one day Chris woke him up in the middle of the night banging on the door to his apartment with a gift he never expected.

"She's a... what?"

"A hybrid. She's a human-canine hybrid, Leon." 

Leon glanced between you and Chris with skepticism in his eyes, only to find the same look peering back at him in you. It was almost kind of funny that he'd have a hard time believing there could be such a thing as a human-canine hybrid, considering all he'd seen in his line of work, a thought that made his shoulders and his expression relax almost instantly. 

You were a real cutie, that was for sure, tucked behind Chris and staring up at Leon through your eyelashes with this grumpy little look on your face, a plush, patchwork bear clutched to your chest. The toy was equally as vibrant and colorful as your clothing, if not a bit worn with time. Your ears were long and droopy, your tail hanging low but swishing side-to-side with cautious interest, and the longer he studied you, the more he became endeared by you. 

"The B.S.A.A. rescued a group of hybrids from an illegal facility a few weeks ago, but finding accommodations for them isn't as simple as it sounds," Chris continued, resting a hand on your shoulder in an apparent move to reassure you. "Long story short, the people who were in charge of that facility aren't too happy about the acquisition, and the hybrids aren't safe at the B.S.A.A. anymore. Would you be willing to shelter her for a while?" 

The firm look in Chris' eyes-- and the fact that he just had to bring this up with you right in front of him-- made it clear he wasn't really asking. No mind, Leon would have done it anyway. It just would have been nice to have had a heads up to rectify the state of the apartment. 

"Yeah, of course," Leon nodded gently, stepping aside to allow you and Chris further into the apartment. "Make yourself at home." He caught the way your head tilted up a bit, as if you were studying the scent in the air, and he supposed it made sense that you likely were.

That was four months ago. And for the past four months, Leon quite enjoyed having you around. You were silly and playful, always bounding around the apartment with a toy clenched between your teeth or lounging in the sunny spots in front of the windows, pawing at him for belly rubs and treats and infinite tug-o-war matches. All that being said, you were equally stubborn, resisting him at every turn like magnetic repulsion, always kicking up a fuss seemingly just for the sake of it.

He wasn't sure. You were tough to read. Not only did some of your canine personality traits make you a bit forgetful and distractible at times, but you were also just terribly inconsistent with your affections, and he wasn't always sure what to make of it. All he knew was that he was determined to win you over in one way or another, and if he was going to do that, he'd have to figure you out first, and so far that was shaping up to be quite the herculean task. At least it seemed you would be here for a while. 

With the way he guarded your little treasures during the flight home, one might assume he was smuggling something, but he just couldn't stomach the thought of coming home without something to present to you. The hardened federal agent was determined to crack a smile out of you on his terms, to get you to admit what you both knew to be true. 

You had a crush on him. A big, fat, embarrassingly all-encompassing crush on him, and you rejected the idea of owning up to it so staunchly that it was turning you into a bit of a brat. That was the one thing he could read about you, and it drove you up the wall. 

He certainly wasn't judging you. It would be an absurd lie to say he didn't have a big, fat, embarrassingly all-encompassing crush on you too-- he'd be insane if he didn't. But the back and forth was far too enjoyable, and Leon was always up for a good natured challenge. 

See, self control was something Leon had worked really, really hard to regain a handle on, and when it came to his drinking and brooding, he certainly had... but when it came to you? Not by a longshot. That being said, he would rather be pouring himself into courting you than pouring himself another bourbon. That's what he used to shut up that little voice in the back of his head that questioned whether or not he was putting too much energy into this, banking too much on it. 

It was innocent, right? It's not like you were a bad influence or whatever. If anything, a lot of nights that he would have spent at the bar were instead being spent at home playing with you. Surely that had to be a net positive, especially considering you would have otherwise been getting poked and prodded at in a lab. 

Stepping back into the apartment for the first time in weeks, Leon hadn't even bothered bringing his duffel bag in with him from the car, the only thing in his arms being the wrinkled paper bag from that antique shop. His own belongings could wait. As soon as he shut and locked the door behind him, stepping out of his shoes, the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. 

No lively music from the shows you liked to watch, no little bumps or growls from you playing toys, no quiet padding of your feet across the hardwood from you coming to see who was at the door. He glanced at his watch, finding it was only half past nine in the evening, and while you often proclaimed to abide by a healthy bedtime for yourself, you had a habit of napping all day and bouncing off the walls all night. Something was amiss.

Stepping further into the apartment to investigate the scene, Leon peered into the living room. The lights were on, the TV was off, there were a few toys strewn about the couch and the floor, but not a glimpse of the sweet puppy who left them there. Odd. Suspicious. Maybe even staged. 

His lips came together in a whistle meant to grab your attention, knowing your sharp ears would hear it from anywhere in the apartment, even if you were sleeping. When that call garnered no response, he began to wonder if you were mad at him. After all, he was supposed to return almost three days ago, and while Chris had been able to stop by and check on you when he had the time, it just wasn't the same, and you didn't do well with loneliness, and Leon knew that. 

Turning on his heel to head deeper into the apartment, he continued to find you nowhere. Not climbing the countertops in the kitchen, or playing under the dining table, or even reluctantly having a bath. As he reached the end of the short hallway, there were only two doors left to open. 

Leon tried another whistle and called out, "Hey, pup? I'm home!" 

He waited, and listened... and heard nothing. Your bedroom door was closed, and it looked like the light was on in there, judging by the subtle glow spilling out beneath it, but still, no response. 

His bedroom door, however, was cracked open. The overhead light was off but the bedside lamp was on, and his dirty laundry basket was tipped over on the floor. When he stepped forward to turn it upright again, he thought he saw the bedding shuffle out of the corner of his eye. Closer inspection of the bed brought the case of his missing puppy girl drew to a close. Your soft tail was peeking out beneath the edge of the covers, the markings and patterns in your fur being undeniably familiar to him now. 

It was perfect timing, really-- he was just about to tip over into the realm of worrying about your safety, but now he was back to just worrying you were mad at him... and he couldn't help the amused grin that tugged at his expression. 

"Is that a little puppy in daddy's bed?" He asked aloud, his tone taking on a smitten and adoring lilt. Once again, he received no response... at least not verbally. Quietly setting down that paper bag, he stood there and watched with his arms crossed as your tail fluttered to life in response to his tone, the tip silently patting the sheets in a lazy and reluctant little wag that you might have actually gotten away with, if it weren't for the fact that your tail was in plain view. 

He was initially going to try a few more times to get a response out of you, hoping to make sure you were okay and to see if you wanted to talk, but he quickly realized that wasn't going to work with you. You weren't all doom and gloom like he tended to be, you were silly, you were playful, you were fundamentally kind. A lighthearted approach wouldn't work with him, or with most of the people he dealt with on a day-to-day basis, but it would almost certainly work with you. 

"Well," Leon stretched his arms up with a dramatic groan, "Since there's no puppies in the bed..."

And then he playfully toppled over the lump in the bedding, bracing himself on his elbows so as not to actually crush you, of course, music to his ears being the muffled squeal of stubborn discontent that sounded out from beneath the covers.

"Leon!" You whined, arms squirming around beneath him in a desperate flurry of moves to find the edge of the blanket, tugging it down to free your face for some air. Soon enough your head poked out from beneath the covers and your eyes were already narrowed into unamused slits at him. 

But that wasn't really what caught his attention about the look on your face. You were panting for breath, your ears flopped back lazily and your hair an absolute mess, your skin hot to the touch and clammy with sweat. Now his eyes were narrowed at you in suspicion, because you were certainly frustrated, just... not the kind of frustrated he was anticipating, if his suspicions were found to be correct. 

"You look guilty," He commented, brow raised as he took you by the chin and tilted your head this way and that, as though in observation. "Why do you look guilty, puppy?" 

"I'm not," You were quick to defend yourself-- much too quick, in Leon's opinion-- and you stubbornly recoiled back from his hand, continuing to squirm and resist beneath him. "You're squishing me!" 

You planted the palm of your hand dead in the center of his face in an attempt to push him away, the bedding slipping further down in the process to reveal your flushed collarbones and shoulders, both of which were bare. Were you naked? In his bed? 

He took you by the wrists to pin your hands down with ease, staring down at you in scrutiny. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart," He said, tone firm, but not unkind. "You're red as a tomato." 

With a stubborn whine, your ears flattened back against your messy head in what could only be read as shame, and that certainly wasn't what he was going for at all, even with the compromising position he had you in at the moment. It was just meant to tease you, but you looked mortified, and he could only imagine why that might be. 

"Puppy," He softened, letting go of your wrists, one hand taking you by the cheek to gently caress you. "You know I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on." 

Your mouth fell open and then snapped shut again a time or two, a clear indication that you were tripping over your words in search of the right ones. Finally, you managed, "It's... I-It's hot." 

"Then why are you all bundled up, huh?"

You didn't even really need to admit it at this point, because it was clear as day what was going on here-- after all, Chris had warned him this might happen, that hybrids could have... intense reproductive cycles-- but he also wasn't going to push it if you just wanted to ride it out on your own. He wasn't an expert on this, he didn't know exactly what you needed, and he didn't want to overstep and freak you out.

That being said, the thought that you'd retreated to his bedroom, desperate to surround yourself with his belongings in his absence just to cope with being in heat, was a remarkably good one.

This time you didn't seem to have a retort, still writhing under him and trying to push him off of you, which wasn't new behavior for you, though this time he did take it upon himself to give you some space instead of continuing to mess with you. 

"Alright, alright, relax, daddy's not making fun of you--" 

"You're not my daddy," You interjected stubbornly, but just like always, the rosy, searing blush on your face betrayed how you really felt about the topic, even as you added, "Stop trying to make me call you that!" 

Leon dearly and sincerely adored you, that much was to be sure, but your hard-headedness could run him ragged sometimes, when you'd dig your heels in so hard about things that seemed so innocuous. Whether or not you should be expected to call him daddy-- which he regularly enjoyed teasing you about but would never legitimately force you to do-- didn't feel like the biggest issue at hand here. Not by a mile. 

How was he supposed to focus on that when you were just... burning up? Panting for breath and shaking and whining? Oh dear God, this wasn't good, and for as much effort as he was putting into focusing on your wellbeing, it was becoming increasingly difficult not to focus on the way his pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably cozy in the front. He brought one hand down between you to adjust himself only to find he'd unintentionally solicited a faint, but distinctly needy moan from you in the process, presumably because you'd touched you somewhere he hadn't necessarily meant to. 

"G-Go away, Leon," You insisted, eyes screwed shut as you turned your head to the side and maintained that stubborn frown he knew so well on you. "Get off of me!" 

But your tail was wagging in an absolute blur, thumping mindlessly against the damp sheets and knocking in between his knees at an intensity that was impossible to miss. Leon's eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth in an intrigued grin before finally sitting back on his haunches, still straddling you, but at least freeing your upper half. 

"Leon, quit--" 

You poor dear, you were so, so close to finishing that sentence, if only it weren't for the way Leon swung one leg between your own, driving his knee right up to the apex until you felt the muted pressure lavish your clit. Whatever you were about to say fizzled out on your tongue and instead popped out in a string of whimpers, your back arching up off the bed. The movement caused the bedding to slip down just a little bit further, confirming his suspicion that you were in fact naked, at least from the waist up.

Taking the soft globe of your breast into the palm of his hand, Leon let his thumb brush over your already pebbled nipple and asked lowly, "Oh, c'mon, pretty puppy... you're totally sure you don't want daddy's help? I think you're just being fussy..."

Your chest rumbled with a little growl, but it was more of a moan than that, and the fiery glare on your face was the perfect image of it. You were pissed, and quite frankly, it was a good look on you. Maybe even one of his favorites. Suddenly you were baring your teeth at him too, just pretending it was in the opposite way. You were such an open book to him. 

"You're being mean," Huffed the stubborn little puppy, but of course, Leon could be meaner. 

So he was. Leon snatched the covers off the bed in one quick swipe, and what was revealed to him beneath had to have been a thousand times better than anything he might have expected. You were naked, yes, but tangled between your legs was a pair of his sweatpants, undoubtedly retrieved from the depths of the overturned laundry basket, the grey cotton soaked through in patches with slick all over the crotch and thighs. 

Fucking Christ, you weren't just getting off to the thought of him, but also the scent of him, the feeling of his clothes on your skin, and presumably, an idea not unlike what he was already teasing you with; letting you rub one out on his thigh. 

Squishing your cheeks in one hand, he said firmly, "Look at me. Do you honestly feel like I'm being mean to you?" 

There was a pause while you stared at each other, your eyes searching his own skeptically. It didn't really seem he was messing with you, no, in fact he appeared like he really wanted to help you. The back and forth was fun and he enjoyed the little game you'd made out of getting to know each other, but when it came to your comfort and wellbeing, he wasn't interested in being forced to solve puzzles. You couldn't really blame him. 

"N-No," You admitted. 

"Exactly, so just... simmer down, will you?" 

This time Leon didn't give you another chance to tell him to fuck off. He scooped you up at the waist and pulled you to your knees, drawing your body close to his until you were straddling his left thigh. Eyes wide, you stared at him stiffly, like you were too afraid to move. Huffing out a breath, he rolled his eyes with a smirk and gripped your hips, tugging you down until you were finally bearing your weight on him. 

For as fast as your pointed teeth sank into your bottom lip to quiet yourself, it didn't even matter. You still let out a pleasured whine, ears flat against your head and your tail hung low, the tip swishing in a reluctant little wag that patted the outside of his knee with every other beat. 

"You're too precious for your own damn good," He grumbled, thumbs brushing soothing circles into your hips. "Y'know that, pup?"

Breaths falling short, it felt like your head was full of warm mud, teetering for balance on your neck as your upper body tipped forward to grasp at his arms. As expected, Leon caught you effortlessly, steadying you by cupping your face in his hands so he could look you right in your braindead little eyes, your noses almost touching as your tongue lolled out in lazy gasps.

It was obvious he wasn't going to get much more out of you in the way of words at this point, so it was a damn good thing you had that pretty tail knocking about. He figured all that wiggling was the closest he'd get to a literal window into your mind. 

"Go on, then," Leon smoothed your hair away from your sticky forehead, still mindful to hold you upright. His tone was low and, as always, far too sweet for you... but it was so nice, it vibrated down to the base of your spine and made you dizzier. You were just about to fulfill what he was encouraging you to do when he added wryly, "You've already made such a mess, don't get shy on me now." 

A quiet whimper stuttered from your dry throat-- you couldn't sit still anymore, he was being evil and he knew it, downright evil... and you typically would have stuck up your nose at him and brooded on it for a while, but you didn't even have the strength of mind for that at the moment. You hardly even realized you were already rocking your hips back and forth against the clothed meat of his thigh, nails threatening to snap under the pressure as they begged to sink past his shirt and into his muscles. 

It was pleasant, sure, but it wasn't nearly enough, especially not after hours and hours and hours of tossing and turning in his bed, rubbing yourself nearly numb with your fingers and your toys and his pillows and his clothes, aching for something tangible and warm to nurse the pain away. You let your forehead rest against his own for a moment to catch your breath, hoping to find the right angle, but you just weren't getting what you needed, and the frustration alone made your glassy eyes sting with the threat of tears. 

That just wouldn't do. 

"Oh, you really made a mess, didn't you, sweet girl?" Leon cooed sympathetically, shushing your delicate cries. Thumbs skimming over your burning cheeks, he asked quietly and carefully, "Why don't you let daddy lick it up, hm?" 

Your expression scrunched up in a weak pout and your empty little head bobbed up and down in an airy nod, and just as soon as you gave him that go-ahead, he was moving to make it so. You were on your back in seconds, Leon's broad hands spreading your plush thighs apart to make space for himself between them, and for as cool and composed as he was trying to appear right now, he couldn't help the low moan that made it past him just at the sight of you. 

Sure, he'd seen more than enough by now to guess that you were wet, but you weren't just wet, you were dripping all over yourself. It was all he could do to collect as much of you on his tongue as possible, groaning at the taste and dragging you closer by your hips until he was as close as he could get, the tip of his nose buried against the curls at the lowest point of your mound as he lapped you up with abandon.

You were writhing and crying, legs kicking out at the stimulation before drawing back up to dig into his shoulders and pull him further into you, into the mess of you. He'd managed to find it somehow, to become that something tangible and warm and redefine it, unraveling you from the root with a sanguine sense of desperation that was tempered by his undying commitment to treating you like you were made of glass. 

Your tail was curling up tight against the base of your spine, your chest was heaving for breath, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, and he hardly could either. 

But he also couldn't stand not to. If you had the capacity to pay attention to small details, you might have noticed his eyes were just as bleary and drunk as yours were. Leon recorded your every movement in his mind like scripture from this angle, his own hips rutting down into the bed while yours bucked into his mouth, and it was only when he found the strength to pull away for air that he found a moment to reorient himself in reality. 

His lips were puffy, rosy, and slick with you as he caught his breath, two fingers toying with your puffy, aching clit in the absence of his tongue. It was almost like muscle memory for him to reach up with his free hand and pat your belly, an affectionate hum ringing from him at the near-immediate reaction it got out of you, even in a state like this. You were squirming and arching beneath him as your quivering body fought to determine priority over the attention brought by either hand, a rather endearing dilemma to have found yourself in. 

"Oh, my poor baby," Leon preened, lavishing the inside of your right thigh with kisses. "You're so cute..." 

Unable to help himself from letting you have the best of both forms of pampering, he replaced the tips of his fingers with his tongue yet again, freeing both hands to pet your soft tummy. The movements were lazy, but sure enough, your tail was going off as fast as it could while you laid there shivering and whining and clawing at him, tumbling over the edge into release before you could come up with a way to warn him first. 

As if he would have cared anyway. A warning wouldn't have changed anything. Hell, it might have even spoiled what turned out to be a dizzying moment of unabashed indulgence for him. 

Gentle, adoring hands kneading delicately at all your favorite spots, Leon willfully deprived himself of oxygen in pursuit of every drop of your syrup as it flowed from you, knowing he would come to regret being wasteful later if this should turn out to be a one-time thing. He lost himself to the throes of hedonism for several drawn out moments until he was confident you were licked clean, until he came to again and realized you had gone completely limp in the wake of your expenditure. 

Rolling over onto his back, Leon spread out just as bonelessly across the bed as you did, the both of you a sorry sight of sweat and heat. He spent several minutes trying to find a way to break the silence. With the haze of lust wearing off a bit and clearing up space in his mind for more intelligent processes, Leon was already beginning to dread the inevitable conversation this would warrant between the two of you.

Lucky for him, that was so far outside of the realm of your current train of thought... or lack thereof. You certainly felt better, but that didn't mean your brain wasn't mud anymore. Little else mattered to your muggy, muddled mind but the here and now. 

In an unexpected move, you rolled onto your side to rest your head against his chest. The way you struggled to meet his eyes was enough for him to know you were likely still struggling to talk, or maybe you just didn't really want to, but the olive branch you'd extended demonstrated your agreeable state, which was more than he could've said for you half an hour ago. 

Shit, half an hour ago he was still hoping a couple presents from his trip would win your affections, yet here he was with the taste of you lingering on his lips, your naked body curled up to him for comfort. 

Wrapping his arm tightly around you until you were tucked up comfortably into his side, Leon rested his chin atop your head and mumbled fondly, "What am I gonna do with you, huh? Can't even sleep in my own bed after a long mission 'cause this pretty little puppy made such a big mess... I hope you know how to work the washing machine."

[cottontoru]

Rough Ride

✧˖° summary﹕your boyfriend is quite the sore loser, and of course, you always have to deal with it.

content(s)﹕porn w no plot, praise and degradation, streetracer!toji, angry sex, creampie, semi-public sex (you fuck in his car), dacryphilia if you squint, spanking (one ass slap, clit smacks), squirting, cnc kinda (you beg him to stop but you want it), wc; 0.7k

pairing﹕toji fushiguro x fem!reader

a/n﹕my first time writing someone other than gojo... had this idea for months and finally wrote it, enjoy!!

Toji hated losing. He was supposed to be undefeated, an unbeatable champion when it came to street racing, so he could he have lost a race this big?

You could tell from halfway throughout the race that he'd lost his temper simply from how his driving style grew aggressive. Toji was known for being aggressive in matches but being beaten put him in a full blown rage. A rage that couldn't be contained, and what better a way to release his pent up anger than fucking his girlfriend rough in the backseat of his black and white 1993 Mazda RX-7?

Folded practically in half, you're whining and squirming from how rough he's being with you. He's pounding into you with unimaginable force, his tip nudging that gummy spot inside that makes your brain feel like mush.

"Hngh...! Tojii- it's too much..!" you're basically crying, tears rolling down your cheeks as he slams into you. Right about now you two would be out at some fancy restaurant, celebrating his victory, except that isn't what happened today.

Instead you're being spoiled in a completely different way, one that makes you feel weak in your limbs as you hold your thighs and push them into your chest.

Rather than reassuring words, he simply smacks your clit, grunting. "Shut up and fuckin' hold your legs." he smirks smugly, slapping at your face between your legs.

"Tellin' me it's too much but yer taking me so fuckin' good," he continues, rubbing comforting circles at your sensitive clit, contradicting his rough demeanor. "Dirty fuckin' slut..."

You can feel the car rock with every thrust he makes into you, the windows fogged from the combination of your hot breath with his. There's no doubt anyone who passes can tell exactly what's going on inside, especially with how loud your cries and moans are.

His thrusts pick up both in speed and in force, practically stabbing at your sweet spot.

"Hurttss.. T-Toji! Please!" you sob, hot tears welling up in your eyes when he continues his rough, nonhuman pace. With each thrust into your pussy, the edges of your vision blur from the overwhelming pressure of it all.

"G'na cum princess, shit..." he groans, pushing your legs into your chest, trying to get deeper into you.

You cry and whine his name, pleading for him to stop despite every part of you wanting more. He continues hammering into your sweet spot, grunting.

"Just be quiet, almost done pretty girl..." he says hoarsely, pace unwavering as he continues to pound you with endless stamina. Your body is sticking to his leather seats from your sweat, causing pain with each thrust that drags your skin across his seats. Though you're far too focused on him as he presses his tip right into use sweet spot, spilling his cum into your cunt.

He stills his pace, keeping himself buried in your hole as he finishes coming inside you. "That's a good fuckin' girl," he coos in your ear. All you can do at this point is pant, mouth hanging open from the pleasure and exhaustion filling your body as you drench his cock in your own fluids.

With all his anger completely spent, he pulls out of you slowly, his cock soaked in your mixed fluids.

"Such a good girl f'me hm?" he hums, slapping your ass. "Lettin' me take my anger out on her pretty cunt."

Both your fluids drip out your cunt, his hand cupping over it to stop the leaking.

"Gonna keep it all inside, right pretty?" he smiles wide at your nod when you turn your head back to face him.

"That's my girl."

Pulling your panties up effortlessly, he dresses you back up before setting you back in the front passenger. Luckily, his backseat wasn't as messy as your sex was, the only thing drenching the seats being both of your sweat and some of your own climax moving in with it.

He slides in the drivers seat, starting up his car. You know for a fact his manager and any people still lingering from after the race had heard your... ordeal.

"Fancy dinner for t'night, princess?" his scar curls with his lips into a smile as he pats your upper thigh.

All it takes is a nod from your and he's off, driving you to whichever fancy revenue you request. What a gentleman he is.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hi can you do a bruce wayne fic where readers back is pressed to his chest and he’s fucking her so hard and rough while also rubbing and occasionally slapping her clit and reader is just so far gone in pleasure? thank you so so much!! 💗💗

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

NSFW

I don't have a title for this, it's just... pure filth.

Basically just Bruce fucking out his frustration <3

Sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 😚

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Your brain was mush and all of your nerve endings were on fire as a breathtaking euphoria flooded your veins, fogging all your senses.

Bruce had been on edge lately, having to deal with not only the idiots at Wayne Enterprises but also Scarecrow running rampant in Gotham at the most inconvenient times, it seemed.

He had come home with a scowl on his face, stomping into the Manor and snatching you away from your cozy spot on the couch, dragging you to the bedroom.

The room was hot, filled with the smell of sex, and you could swear you could see the windows fogging up from the corner of your eye.

Bruce was underneath you, panting and sweating, one arm firmly pressed between your exposed tits right up against your sternum, with the hand wrapped around your throat while is cock was nestled deep inside of you, pouding you into tomorrow, it felt like.

Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, and his other hand between your thighs rubbing your puffy clit made you see stars.

You cried out for him, grasping onto whatever part you could reach to ground yourself. Bruce was fucking all of his frustration and tension into you, grunting on your ear, using the hand around your neck as leverage to pull you back down on his dick.

You couldn't keep track of how many orgasms he'd pulled out of you already, but you knew this wasn't the last one.

Tears of ecstasy pricked in the corners of your eyes and your head fell back against his strong shoulder, your bones melting into jelly.

"B-..Bruce, I can't-" You heaved, trying to get some oxygen in your lungs.

"Just one more for me, yeah, honey? I need this... I'll treat you so good after... please.." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as you clenched around him.

You were reduced to moans and mewls, trying to keep yourself from slipping away.

Your skin felt clammy and shiver ran through you when the tip of his cock ever so slightly nudged your cervix.

"God, yes.." Bruce moaned through clenched teeth.

His hand left your clit, a whine falling from your lips at the loss of stimulation.

His hand came down between your thighs, landing a slap on your bundle of nerves.

You squealed, your eyes widneding at the new sensation. It was a delicious mix of pleasure and twinge of pain that had your legs shaking.

"Oh shit... please do that again!" You begged through heavy breaths.

Bruce chuckled breathlessly, continuing to give your clit small slaps, grunting when your cunt constricted around him. Your nth orgasm was bubbling up in your belly, euphoria gnawing on your bones.

"I'm gonna-... fuck!" You mewled, your whole body convulsing as the coil in your stomach snapped, and you came around him.

A moan got caught in his throat, and with a few hard thrusts, Bruce spilled inside of you, filling your sore pussy with his cum.

He slacked against the bed, taking you with him.

Rolling you over so you were comfortably resting on your side, he wrapped his arms around you and littered sweet kisses all over your shoulder and neck.

"I'm sorry, baby... I needed to get it out. I love you." He murmured into your skin, making you let out a sleepy giggle.

"I'd love a bath..." you mumbled, your face pressed halfway into a pillow.

"Whatever you want, my love."

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

I know it's short, I'm sorry 😭

More of my works -> 💫

《DC Taglist》: @allysunny @arkhamknightscxnt @hellonheels-x @gaozorous-rex-blog

Lmk if you want to be added/removed 😚🩷

DC taglist is currently Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

[shawtuzi]

i’m having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so here’s some random hc’s for himmm

mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((

♡ so it’s goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someone’s crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying he’d be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so it’s very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since he’s met you.

♡ the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie ‘my sisters keeper’ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. “are you….are you crying?” he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). “of c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?” you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a ‘whatever you say weirdo.’ after witnessing many moments like that he’s wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.

♡ he’s surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he can’t help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesn’t do the whole baby talk thing though he’ll talk to that little girl like she’s one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, “and if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and they’ll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.” that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.

♡ seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him he’s never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as you’ll let him—hence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty you’d look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didn’t make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.

♡ “g-goddamn fuck y/n,” eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spent—nothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren would’ve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. “m’still hard,” he whispered making you whimper. “no…n-no more ren too sensitive,” you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. “yeah…that’s it you feel so good mama,” he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. “so good….always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,” eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.

♡ his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((

♡ i don’t think it’s any surprise he’s got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didn’t even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life he’s never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. you’d only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carla’s grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. “it’s okay to be upset eren you don’t ever have to put on that tough façade for me,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he could’ve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day you’re slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.

♡ he is a true crime girly!!! he’s one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.

♡ you’re a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.

♡ “not so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?” he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didn’t say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. “my clumsy girl,” he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. “s’not my fault these heels are just too tall,” you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, “i knew you’d get annoyed with them eventually—put these on instead,” he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, “you’re the best renny,” you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. “i know i am.” cocky ass mf.

♡whenever y’all are at your place it’s such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w them—but let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after he’s done beating your pussy up he’ll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending it’s the two of you.

♡ “yes yes yes eren!” eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. “oh my godddd eren enough!” you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. eren’s jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, “now that wasn’t very nice was it?” he said turning his head to plushie. “not very nice at all,” he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. “m’sorry baby,” you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, “let me make it up to you.” and that’s how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.

♡ he’s very very into gunplay and it’s all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.

♡ one night you both were at a block party and ‘get low’ by lil jon started playing and you couldn’t help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had eren’s dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. “you look so fine dancing out here you’re killing me baby,” he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and that’s when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, “you okay mama?” he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. “fuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,” eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.

♡ it didn’t stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. “look at my sweet girl holding my—goddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?” he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.

♡ his only social media is instagram and it’s basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo booth—you were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333

♡ now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasn’t making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didn’t mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.

♡ “missed you so much ren today went by so slow,” you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didn’t mind in the slightest. “missed you too mama. you’re so sweet f’having dinner ready for me n’ helping me out in the shower,” he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldn’t stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days he’d be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere you’ve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.

[chronicdisasterwrites]

alcohol isn’t for the weak gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader, geto suguru, shoko ieiri

genre + warnings: -underage alcohol consumption, a lot of swearing, reader slaps gojo around, pining, overall FLUFF!

word count: 3,380 (i was gonna write more but i’m lazy)

authors note: So this is the sequel of my fic “gotta keep these kids on leashes”. The dynamic quartet is back and up to no good yet again :3 There will for sure be a continuation and it just might end up being a series going through their lives. Also, this takes place before Riko and Toji, so basically their teenage days when everything was good and dandy :’)

enjoy this chaos <3

“You absolute, fucking lightweight.”

With tired bones, eyes, soul and mind, Geto’s glare remains steadily fixed on the drunken mess sprawled on the ground before him. Gojo Satoru was a complex human being. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world; the first person in 400 years to possess both Limitless and the Six Eyes, his strength knew no bounds - except when it came to alcohol.

“Suuuguruuu~” Gojo slurred along with several incoherent words mushed in between giggles.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Geto leaned his head against his ajar door and shut his eyes, thinking of all the incredibly painful ways by which he could murder and then dispose of his best friend’s wasted body. His anger wasn’t uncalled for, of course. It was a long day for Geto and all he wanted to do after spending an entire day killing one particularly difficult curse followed by a couple extra (albeit easier to defeat) surprise curses was take a nice long shower, go into his dorm and sleep like a corpse. He had a feeling it was too good to be true when he didn’t get 30 calls from Gojo by the time the sun had set and he had stepped into campus. He was even more surprised when he got out of the shower and came back to 0 notifications from the “pain in everyone’s ass” sorcerer. Gojo always knew when Geto had missions, and more so he would always know when Geto would be gone for the entire day. On days such as this one, he would usually go and bother literally anyone else he could find around him; when desperate, Yaga, but that would never end well for him, so that would only be reserved for very special occasions.

“Satoru, just why…” Geto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and wondering what he did to deserve this torture.

“I had soooo much fun t’dayyy,” Gojo slurs and laughs much too loudly considering the time.

“Les go out, the night is youuung like you and me and Mochi and Shoko- but…” He pauses, sits up then looks directly at Geto, suddenly serious. Geto squints, expecting something stupid as per usual.

“...Not like…” Cracks appear on his half-assed poker face and the corners of his eyes crinkle slightly as his lips twitch. “Not like…Yaga AHHAAHA-”

Laughter explodes from his chest as he falls back on the ground, rolling around clutching his stomach as if he just cracked the world’s funniest joke. Geto on the other hand, was not phased. In fact, he was preparing to be violent. Inhaling and then exhaling deeply, Geto stood straighter, thinking of ways he could make this night go his way. A few weeks prior to this moment in the present, Gojo along with his posse played an almost funny practical joke on Geto, which ended up costing him a date with a girl and 10 of his brain cells. Since then, Geto had been pondering day and night on exactly what he could do to get Gojo back. There were a few weaknesses the strongest sorcerer had which Geto knew of. One being, his obvious lack of alcohol tolerance, and two being his stupidly obvious crush on you. (not Shoko, although he definitely finds her hot).

Geto knows all about Gojo’s embarrassing feelings for you but he still has no solid evidence on whether the feelings are reciprocated or not.

Suddenly, his train of thought comes to a stop as his eyes glint with mischief. He grabs Gojo’s arm and starts to drag him along the hallway. Gojo doesn't even bother standing up to walk. Instead he lets his best friend drag him like a sack of potatoes, with no care in the world as to where he might be taking him.

“What the heck?! Suguru?! Where are we goin-”

They stop and Geto aggressively knocks on a door. Freshly painted, different from the rest. Immediately, he drops Gojo’s arm and sprints back to his dorm before Gojo’s little brain could even begin to process what had happened.

“Satoru…what the fuck?”

You rub your eyes and glare at the drunken mess sprawled before your dorm door and rub your eyes again, hoping he’d disappear the next time you look. He doesn’t. And you actually hear a mechanical click in your brain when the idiot starts grinning as if it wasn’t 3am and he didn’t just ruin your perfect slumber. Yet again.

“Mochi!!! You’re here! I missed yo- HEY! OUCH! WHY- STOP HITTIN ME-”

“I SHOULD KILL YOU-” slap

“IDIOT,” slap

“WHY CAN’T YOU EVER LET ME SLEEP IN PEACE?!” slap

You wanted to throttle him. But you figured 3 slaps were enough for now. You honestly felt kind of bad seeing him curled up in a ball on the floor and you worried whether you went too far or not.

“I’m sorry… I just missed you s’all,” His voice was soft, gentle even, and that made you feel even worse. Your shoulders slump and your head drops as an exasperated sigh escapes your mouth.

Why is he like this?

You crouch next to his curled up form and stare at his disheveled silver hair. He doesn’t look at you, in fact his eyes remain closed. His hands cover his ears and he literally looks like a kicked puppy and you feel so awful. You roll your eyes and sigh.

Ugh, damn him.

“Okay. Satoru, I’m sorry for hitting you.”

He doesn’t move.

You pinch your nose bridge and decide to take the high road. He is drunk after all, you think. Reaching out, you run your fingers through his soft hair. His shoulders relax at that and the corner of his mouth quirks up ever so slightly. You stifle a laugh at his childishness and grab his chin, tilting his head to face you. Finally, he opens his eyes and stares at you as a gradual, natural smile slowly takes over his face. You smile back and at the back of your mind, you think how stupid you two must look right now. In the middle of the night, your dorm door wide open, Satoru sprawled on the floor of the hallway, you crouched near his head while the two of you stared at each other like something straight out of Spiderman. Except, you won’t kiss him. That’s never going to happen.

You let go of his chin and flick his nose. He huffs a short laugh, rubbing the spot and attempting to return the favor. You grab his wrist before he could deliver the blow and say, “You still drunk?”

Satoru hums, eyes shiny, “A little?”

He grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks, snorting as you glare at him.

“Y’know… you don’t look as scary with your face like this,” He emphasizes his point with ‘awww’s’ and ‘you’re so cuteee’s’ and you can’t help but laugh at this blatant humiliation. You move his hand away and stand up, holding out your hand and expecting him to take it.

“Alright, c’mon. Get up.”

Satoru groans much too loudly and proceeds to throw his arms down and stretch his legs like a starfish.

“Noooo, just stay w’ meee,” He whines like a petulant child and you smile.

Damn him.

You consider bringing him into your dorm and spending the entire night with him doing nothing. Maybe talking, laughing. But you quickly discard that horrifying thought. He’s Gojo Satoru. Your best friend. Nothing romantic could ever happen between you two because he is Gojo Satoru and you are nobody. He is the one person who could even come close to changing the world. He holds the balance of the universe in the palm of his hands. He is everything, and you hate that. You hate how much he means to you, and you hate how much he has on his shoulders. You hate the fact that you can’t even help him ease those worries. You might be strong, but you’re not nearly as strong as him. He knows it, everyone knows it. So, you ignore these feelings. You bury any semblance of hope, of potential ‘maybe’s’ and ‘what if’s’ and you keep your guard up. After all, he is your best friend and you’re his. That’s it.

But then, why does he keep looking at me like this?

“Mochi?” He mutters, eyes suddenly clear and gaze fixed at you. You hum. He waits a while without saying anything and then sits up cross-legged and holds his hand out. You ponder for a moment and eventually you hold his hand and he attempts to pull himself up with your help. You steady your feet and help him up and… wow, he’s ridiculously tall.

You clear your throat and let go of his hand, to which he makes a little noise of protest. You roll your eyes and put his arm around your shoulder, ushering him towards his dorm, “Alright Satoru, let’s put you to bed.”

He nods his head one too many times and starts to walk with you, slowly but surely. You held onto him as he held onto you, and you walked at his pace. He smelled nothing like he usually did. The pungent odor of sake wafted off him in waves and it almost made you want to throw up. He was dozing off, eyes almost shutting. Those cerulean blues were almost a shiny navy color now. You wonder what made him want to drink so much tonight. So you asked.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?” He looks down at you and musters a tiny smile. You hold his waist a little tighter.

You rephrase the sentence a few times in your head before asking.

“Why’d you drink so much tonight? Is everything okay?”

He stares at you for a while, then purses his lips and tips his head down, exhaling loudly. You know something happened, but you don’t know what it could be. Satoru was always an enigma. He was always an open book, and yet so mysterious at the same time. He always kept a smile on his face and always did the stupidest shit. Yet sometimes, he would change completely. His eyes would look sad and distant, he wouldn’t talk as much, he’d look out the window like some kind of tortured main character in an indie movie. Satoru was never easy to understand. He has his vices.

Finally, he looks at you with hazy eyes and a soft smile. Using the arm slung over your shoulder, he holds you in a headlock and kisses your forehead. You can’t see your face but you can feel just how red it must have become. You struggle to try to get out of the headlock but to no avail. Even when drunk, Satoru was still stronger than you and you hated that with a passion. He laughs and releases you, returning his arm back over your shoulder as he leans against you, basically using you as a crutch to walk.

“Satoru?! What the fuck was that all about?!” You sputter. Angry? Not really, it was nice. You’re more confused and freaked out, and why do you feel drunk when you’re the one who’s completely sober?

“No reason, you’re just cute s’all,” He giggles and ruffles your hair. You glare at his stupid face and he laughs again.

“Plus, I had nothing to do all day. Suguru was gone, you were busy and Shoko was-” He pauses. “Well, wherever she was.”

You sigh and pick up your pace which makes Satoru look like Bambi trying to walk on ice for the first time. He giggles all the way there.

—

Fucking finally…

You open the door to his dorm while dragging Satoru’s half limp body inside.

“Alrighty, now lie down,” You say as you gracefully lay him down (more like unceremoniously drop him) on his bed and take his shoes off. Satoru groans and proceeds to almost slip off the side of the bed. Thankfully, you noticed and pushed him further away and more towards the center of the bed. You leave his clothes alone and stand up straight, turning to leave.

“No, wait,” His hand grabs your wrist, without any force whatsoever and you think you’re going to straight up melt when you turn back around to see him looking up at you with ridiculously childlike eyes it’s not even fair.

“Stay, please.”

Your breath hitches and you know you have to leave. You have to wake up early in the morning and also you are not going to spend a night with Gojo Satoru while he’s drunk. It's not a matter of safety; you know he would die before ever hurting you. It was more a matter of heart.

“Satoru…” You try to wrench your hand free from his grasp.

He lowers his hand and wraps it around your fingers. His voice is quiet as he says, “A lil’ bit. ‘M sorry…”

You quirk an eyebrow in confusion, “For what?”

Your question is met with only snores. You shove him and call his name to which he opens his eyes with a “huh?”.

“What are you sorry for?”

He looks bewildered, “Oh um…”

You wait.

He continues sleepily, “For ruining your sleep.”

You chuckle as his hand slowly falls to the bed and snores fill the emptiness.

“Idiot.”

You pat his head and leave.

—-

Satoru wakes up very cold. And wet. Not in a good way.

“Woah- what the fu-”

“Rise and shine, princess,” Suguru announces with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face. He keeps the empty glass on Satoru’s side table and crosses his arms.

Satoru rubs his drenched face and stares incredulously at his so-called best friend, confusion etching his hungover face, “What the hell was that for?”

Suguru snickers, “It was for ruining my sleep last night.” He sits on Satoru’s bed and crosses his legs, resting his head on his hand, enjoying Satoru’s discomfort.

Satoru groans and puts his pillow on his face. His muffled voice says something Suguru makes out to be, “My head is killing me.”

“Not surprised, you were completely wasted.”

Satoru moves the pillow and glares at Suguru, to which he only receives a grin.

Suguru asks liltingly, “So? What happened last night?”

Satoru gets up and makes his way to his bathroom, the sound of water and teeth brushing resonating around the room. Suguru waits for a reply that doesn't come.

Impatient, he asks again, “Did you get your ass kicked?” Satoru gets out while putting on a new uniform jacket. He glares at Suguru until realization hits.

His eyes widen and he points a finger and exclaims, “You took me to her room?!”

Suguru processed that light bulb moment with wide eyes and burst into a hearty laughter to which Satoru only gaped mouth open and eyes unbelieving.

“You- you didn't remember how you got there but you remembered being there?” More laughter, louder this time.

Satoru scoffs and picks up his sunglasses, “I can't believe you…”

Suguru’s laughter dies down and he receives a slap on the back of his head for his incompetence. He laughs and rubs the site of injury.

As Satoru makes his way out of the dorm, Suguru follows close behind. He asks with genuine curiosity, “Did you confess?”

Nothing.

“Did she confess?”

Silence, except for the birds chirping cheerfully and the metronomic footfalls of the two boys.

Suguru sighs, “Did anything happen?”

Satoru puts on his sunglasses and shoves his hands in his pockets, “Nothing happened, as far as I remember.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow. Satoru rolls his eyes and says in a low voice, “Anyways, I'd remember if anything happened.”

Suguru smiles and ruffles Satoru’s already disheveled hair. He scoffs but laughs when Suguru laughs at his lovesick state of being.

“Forget it, Suguru. It’s never gonna happen,” Satoru mutters dejectedly, kicking a stone. Suguru stays silent.

“Like, she’s so… just- y’know?” His sparkling sapphire eyes glittering with admiration and so much love, Suguru can’t help but smile at his friend’s hopefulness. He continues rambling incoherently, hands waving around like it actually does anything to explain his feelings for her. In reality, nothing Satoru is saying makes any sense. Or more so, it wouldn’t make sense to anyone else. Suguru, on the other hand, understands Satoru. So no words are required.

—-

“He’s such an idiot.”

You sigh and twirl your pen, “Tell me about it…”

Shoko knows all and sees all. She knows all about Gojo’s stupid crush on you and she knows all about your crush on him. She doesn’t approve of it, because she firmly believes you deserve better and Gojo is an immature idiot. But after countless sleepless nights of talking about life and love, she saw just how much you liked him, despite your lackluster denials to her allegations. You were adamant on hiding your feelings, even with Shoko. You don’t know why exactly you lied to her about this. Probably because it seems too out of reach, or maybe because you know she’d disapprove. But you know Shoko loves you with all her heart. She would support any decision you make, no matter how much she hates it. Your happiness is paramount and she will never make you feel less than or stupid for anything you tell her. You just can’t tell her about your crush yet, because it’s just too embarrassing and you can’t deal with Shoko’s side-eye.

Shoko closes the book she was reading staring at, kicks up her feet on the desk and crosses her arms across her chest. You look at her, then look at her neglected textbook and sigh, shifting your attention to your own textbook.

“Y’know you’ll never even pass at the rate at which you’re going…”

She says with a giggle, “Relax, will you? It’s just class tests.”

You muster your best side eye, to which she just snorts. She kicks back her chair and stands up, holding out her hand for you to take. You raise your eyebrows, silently questioning whether she’s serious or not.

“C’mon let’s take a break, we’ve been studying for hours.”

You put down your pen and cross your arms, properly facing her now, “You mean, I’ve been studying for hours.”

She shrugs, “That’s what I said.”

“Ha-ha,” you deadpan.

She actually laughs and tugs your sleeve, “Come onnnn.”

You sigh and hang your head. Shoko takes that as a sign to collect your items and pack them into your backpack and you know you’ve lost. You always lose to her arguments. She’s too quick and too laid back to ever lose an argument. Even when something really serious goes down, Shoko will be the last person to freak out. You can’t even argue with her because she’ll just come up with some random logic that you don’t even know how to counteract. You watch as she packs your stuff and you smile. She looks at you and smiles back, albeit in a confused manner.

“What?”

You shrug still smiling, “Nothin’.”

Shoko mutters a small “okay” and grabs your shoulders, hunching down to your eye-level and staring into your eyes with a kind of scary expression. Shoko has never been serious in her entire life, except for a few times when you made bad decisions.

“Listen to me, and listen well. I love you. I will always be here for you. Even if you and Gojo date and that doesn’t work out, you don’t have to worry about us, ever,” Shoko’s grip on your shoulders was ironclad.

Your eyes widen and face heats up furiously, “W-what? Where is this coming from?!”

“Because I am your best friend, you absolute braindead idiot! I know you. I don’t know why you’re not just coming clean with me but I’m here always, so come to me whenever,” she ends her monologue with a sweeter than sweet smile and stands up to her full height while you were down there stunned, touched and offended all at once.

You get up, put your bag over your shoulder and stare at Shoko concerningly, while she just grins.

What the actual fuck was that?

“Hey, let’s go get some food, I’m starving.”

You glare at her as she loops her arms through yours, “You’re paying.”

Shoko laughs, “No way. Gojo’s paying.”

taglist: @thepup356, @porridgesblog, @stray-npc, @daisy-the-quake, @reignsaway, @ainetx, @icarusignite, @mariapierce789

[eddiemxnsonlvr]

TOUCH TANK

Miguel ohara x fem! Reader

Warnings:smut!!!, fluff, praise kink, p in v, aftercare obv!, oral (fem receiving), kinda rough but not, Miguel basically worshipping reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it Y’all 😼)

No use of y/n

Minors dni ⚠️

———————————————————

It’s been an hour, you’ve come more times than you can count, but Miguel can’t get enough of how you taste.

“Miggy please,” you whine trying to push his head away from in between your thighs. “Por favor.”

“Querida just one more, hm?” Miguel groans lapping at your cunt like a starved animal. “Such a good girl for me.”

“‘s too much,” you whine bucking your hips up. “Stay still mami.” He groans pushing your hips down with his strong arms.

“‘m gonna-” you moan, “come f’me.” He moans as your legs shake as you reach your climax.

“Such a good girl,” he moans sucking at your clit, lapping up your juices with his tongue, “Tan bonita.”

“Miggy no more,” you moan squeezing your thighs around his head, overstimulated, “too much.”

“You can take it amor,” he grunts against your pussy, “just one more, yeah?”

You whine but nod anyway as he laps at your cunt, pushing you towards another orgasm.

“Miguel!” You cry out in pleasure as you come again. “Good girl.” He groans against your clit as he laps up your come.

“You said one more,” you whine, “that was the last one mami.” He smirks as he thrusts his cock in his hand.

“Gonna take my cock like a good girl?” He questions as he stares at you with messy hair, your juices around his mouth.

You nod eagerly with a whine, “need it. Need it so bad.” You moan bucking your hips up.

“Fuck,” he groans dragging the tip of his cock against your slit, “always so good f’me.”

“Por favor miggy,” you moan pushing your hips up towards him, “need you to fuck me.”

He whimpers and slams himself inside of your cunt, and you cry out. “Mm fuck.” He moans as he bottoms out.

“Miggy,” you moan trying to thrust your hips on his cock. “Please move.”

He moans at that and pulls out till only his tip is inside of your cunt then slams back inside of you harshly, “pussy takes me so well.” He moans.

“Fuck!” You moan as he begins to thrust his hips, slamming his cock into you with a rough but pleasurable pace. “So good.”

“Fuck Querida, ‘s like this pussy was made for me, hm?” He whines slamming his cock into you, hitting your g spot with every thrust, “being such a good girl f’me.” He babbles drunk off the feeling of your cunt.

You moan as he brings his thumb to your puffy clit and begins to rub circles, “so fuckin’ good” he whimpers bringing his head down to suck at your neck. You cry out in pleasure as you tangle your fingers in his hair. “Look at you so pretty and fucked out under me.” He moans.

“Fuck miguel! So good” you moan as you pull his hair. He grunts and brings his mouth to your nipple. “Harder.” You moan.

He groans and bites lightly at your nipple rubbing quicker circles on your clit as he slams his cock harder into your cunt. “Fuck mami,” he groans as he stares at your fucked out state, your tits bouncing with every thrust. “Doing so good Querida.” He kisses your jaw as he thrusts harder, the only sound filling the room being skin against skin. His balls slap your ass with every thrust.

“Mm s-so good” you moan barely able to finish your sentence as your brain basically turns to mush from the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot and his thumb on your clit.

“Aww look at you, hm pretty girl?” He smirks as he watches you open your mouth in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “So drunk off my cock, can’t even speak right.” He grins putting his hand lightly on your throat as you moan.

“M-miggy,” you moan loudly, “‘m gonna come. Can I come? Please amor.” You whine. “Such a good girl.” He says softly taking his hand off your throat to brush the hair from your forehead as he quickens his fingers on your clit. “Come f’me.” He moans.

“Miguel!” You cry out as your legs shake in pleasure as you squirt all over his thick cock. He whimpers in response as your walls squeeze his length. “Shit baby. Pussys suckin’ me in so good.” He whines as he looks at your face still twisting in pleasure from your orgasm.

“‘m gonna come.” He whimpers lowering his head to your neck as he bites down. “Shit shit shit,” he moans his hips stuttering slightly as he nears his release. “‘M so close.”

You whine from the overstimulation and pull his hair, “come f’me miggy.” You moan gripping his hair, “need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck baby. ‘M gonna fill you up so good.” He whimpers as his hips stuttering, coming inside you with a whine. “Shit! Feels so good.” He whimpers as he thrusts his cock into you slowly riding out his orgasm while looking down at the his come dripping from your cunt.

“Did so good f’me baby.” He says softly as he rests his forehead against yours, slowly pulling out. “Love you.” You whine as he pulls out, his eyes on his come dripping out of your pussy.

“I love you too, mi corazón.” He says softly kissing the bites on your shoulder, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No,” you smile at him with messy hair and a fucked out look on your face. “So good to me.”

He smiles at that and gets up off you and the bed to go to the bathroom, “I’ll be right back mi amor. ‘M just gonna get you water and somethin’ to clean you up.” He says softly. You nod at that and watch as he walks from the room into the restroom grabbing a washcloth and wetting it then coming back to you.

“You did so good for me baby,” he whispers as he gets on his knees in front of you and begins softly wiping up his come from between your thighs. “So pretty.” He whispers, kissing your thigh affectionately.

You smile as he lovingly kisses up your body, “te amo.” You whisper staring at him affectionately as he kisses your face.

“Yo también te amo. Mi hermosa esposa.” He smiles finally kissing your lips. “Let’s get you some water then we’ll cuddle, sound good?” (Idk if the Spanish is right)

You nod with a smile, “sounds good, thanks mi amor.” He nods in response walking to the bedside table getting you the bottle of water then walking back. “Drink.” He says softly bringing the water to your lips. You quickly open your mouth and begin to drink the water. “Good girl.” He smiles pulling the bottle away and kisses your nose.

“You’re so pretty.” He smiles staring at your face as he gets in the bed and lays next to you. “So god damn beautiful.” He praises as he kisses every part of your face. “So gorgeous.”

You smile at every praise as you watch your husband worship your beauty. “I love you.” You whisper as you look into his beautiful brown eyes.

He smiles and grabs your waist pressing your back against his chest as he holds you, “I love you too, mi vida.” He whisper pulling you closer, kissing your hair. “Get some sleep baby.”

“G’night.” You whisper as you close your eyes.

“Good night.” He whispers holding you close, as if you could disappear any second. “My pretty girl.”

THE END <3

—————————

(BTW LMK IF ANY OF THE SPANISH IS WRONG. I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

AHHH OMG I LOVED WRITING THIS.

I FULLY BELIEVE MIGUEL WOULD WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK ON!!

Anyways @hesnotyourslol here you go bookie <3

Translations:

Yo también te amo. Mi hermosa esposa. - I love you too. My beautiful wife

[yanderesimp2000]

Yandere Adam x fem reader chapter 4/6 'This is for your own good" MINORS STAY AWAY

GONNA DO 6 INSTEAD OF 5 CHAPTERS SO THIS IS Chapter 4/6 baby been out of ideas for a little bit but then I got one what is it keep fucking reading ya lazy fuck

TW,NON-CON TO CON, Brainwashed reader, reader has had their mind broken, reader breaks out of their mind control, EXTREME POSSESSIVENESS, Adam being an incel as usual, degradation, smut,Light violence, Abuse then comfort, Adam being a delusion prick, and reader pushing their limits

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST ME

BTW TO CLEAR THINGS UP MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/THEY

After that lovely night with Adam you woke up alone in the bed he was in the shower so in the mean time you should make him breakfast you don't wanna make him mad right? You walked downstairs into the Kitchen were you went and made Adams favorite breakfast Pancake breakfast sandwich 2 pancakes with eggs,bacon,cheese, and sausage in between. He was always so happy when you made them and when he was happy something in your brain just turned into mush for him trying so hard to please him

you heard him come out the shower as he got dressed and when he smelled that your were cooking he yelled "LETS FUCKING GO THANKS BABE" he said before practically falling done the stairs to come get the food he basically ate it in one bite barley even chewing like a rapid animal he then stretched and said "thanks bitch" you got used to his mean words by for some reason your brain didn't think of it as hate just you were the one that failed him and you should be ashamed of yourself and do better. he then plopped himself done on the couch and said " what to do what to do hey what do you wanna do babe" you mind raced with excitement at him giving you the slightest bit of free will thinking of all the possibility you said you wanted to go to that new big park by the beach in the Chasity region

He yawned again and said "wow for once you had a good idea, don't take this as mean or anything but your not the best decision maker your a good housewife though like any proper women" this tone of misogyny should of made you upset but for some reason at first you were upset but something just washed it all away and you just again thought he was correct.

He then mockingly told you "your not going out in that outfit" he laughed referring to your clothes they were just pajamas and you agreed he could go out with his precious wittle trophey if shes ugly no no no she has to look marketable and good yes that's much better. He walks you over to the closet where he picks out different outfits until after a couple minutes of shuffling he finally finds one he likes its a

knee-length dress with a gently cinched waist that accentuates your feminine figure. The fabric is a soft, flowing chiffon in a delicate pastel shade, a pale lavender. The bodice features a subtle sweetheart neckline adorned with intricate lace detailing, adding a touch of romanticism to the design. you felt so nice in the dress and Adam agreed "damn I really did splurge on all these dresses but playing dress up with you sure is fun your like my little doll for me to play with and dress up to my pleasing" he teased

adam put on his normal robe before saying "welp guess its time to go" before you two walked out the door together into the streets of heaven the flight their was relaxing he was carrying you because he didn't want you do get tired and seeing heaven from that high up was just so nice but when you finally made it to the park you could see why it was so good The sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing soundtrack to the park's ambiance, creating a sense of harmony with nature. Seagulls soar overhead, their cries blending harmoniously with the rhythmic lull of the ocean Adam seemed surprised and said "nicer then I expected you chose a good place I'm not gonna lie" before you two started to walk across the wonderful coast line off the coast of the park you saw the patience borough of heaven it was a small island off the coast of main land heaven which was Chasity,temperance,charity and diligence boroughs you saw the view of the skyline and you just watched it you decided to say "hey can we go over there" you said in a soft tone Adam sighed and said "not right now babe its to far of a flight for today

something in you snapped it wasn't you usual self you started to see a hint of rebellion in your mind you got angry and said "no I want to go NOW" you said starting to get angry Adam was surprised but brushed it off "come on dont be such a fucking brat we can do it tomorrow you started to yell "NO NO NO TODAY" then something broke inside of you and you just started to fly there to the borough this infuriated adam and he quickly flew after you catching up to you trapped you against his body he started to fly back to his house at a speed you could of never imagined it felt like only 3 minutes before you were in the door after taking off.

Adam SLAMS the door behind him and say's "you've been a bad GIRL A VERY BAD GIRL" you've never seen him this way he then said "how to punish you how to punish you ahh I got one I'll make sure you don't fly AGAIN until I feel like letting you fly"he said this in a light sadistic tone but he then sighed and said "then I'll put you under my little "spell" again you seemed to partially broken out of it but I can always reapply it, after my old 2 UNGRATEFUL SLUTS left me I've learned how to make people more "reasonable" and you've seems to have broken out of it partially"

he said this with a low coo before grabbing a knife from the counter and saying "cmere" before pinning you down this adrenaline brought back ALL your old memory what happened how he kidnapped you how Abused you it all came flooding back in you winced again and said "GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY PHYCO" Adam just giggled and said "broken out of my spell that's okay I'll just reapply it once I'm done with your wings" all you could think about was how could heaven allow this god, and seraphim they were okay with this one of their first man kidnapping and brainwashing a poor human soul so he could use you to not feel lonely it was all to much and you tried to beg Adam to stop "p-please Adam" you pleaded he looked like a felt a little bad but he seemed to shake it off when he said "this is all for your own good" before slicing off the front half of you right wing

You screamed in pain "Plwease Please s-s-s-s-stop" you pleaded but Adam when and clipped the left wing he used some angel magic to seal up the wounds and stop the pain but you were just left their a whimpering crying mess flapping your now useless wings Adam said "yknow what I'm not even gonna fell bad for you you got this coming this was all on you" he starts to rub his fings in-between your wings "maybe in a couple century's I'll fix your wings IF Im feeling generous I might just keep you like this forever my little peguin my little bird that's YEARNING to be able to fly but no matter how hard you try you just cant" he mocked causing you to sob more "awwwwww don't cry even if it's adorable it hurts my heart" he giggled You sobbed helplessly it felt like the teasing was just relentless you kicked and thrashed but he had a firm grip on you you couldn't escape he said as he stood looking down at you he laughed and said "are you sad don't worry try and fly yeah try and get an inch off the ground you can't oh no you can't you're too your wings that they're too small and too weak now "he laughed sadistically as he said that "you really are perfect now it's just time for the fixing of your brain"  to begin you start flapping you're useless little wings you don't know why you knew they were useless but it was just instinctive somehow you felt powerless completely at his Mercy you don't even know how you got out of his hypnosis but all you know is he's going to put you back in it back into the helpless little play thing you were before

"Now look at me "Adam shushed you just look at me don't try and fight it you know Ill win he said as he started to force your head to look into his eyes yes just fall deeper and deeper you didn't know it was happening you started to feel delirious sleepy starting to go into a gray space between awake and asleep  your eyes butterflied a little as you try to resist squirming but weaker and weaker whimpering and Wincing your pleas meant nothing if anything he enjoyed them  "damn you're so fucking  hot when you like" Adam moaned " you know what I think I might fuck you while I put you back into your submissive state, Yeah bitch doesn't that sound like fun trying to squirm away from me but falling deeper and deeper into my hypnosis it's just too much to resist I'm so sorry" he started to undress himself as you slowly backed away into the corner whimpering and wincing as you went "oh don't be scared" Adam teased "I'll be gentle oh so Gentle"

He started to approach you his erect cock visible " try not to struggle too much it's quite annoying, but don't worry you'll be wrapped around my little finger soon enough Like any proper women meant to serve their husband" just as he said this he started to pin you down you whimpered kicked but that didn't stop them he teased the tip of his cock right against the entrance of your pussy he was clearly getting off to you fear enjoying every second of it the more you cried the more you try to fight back the more you whimpered the more turned on he got " shut up bitch" he growled "at first you're begging was cute but now it's just pathetic you're not getting out of this and you know that " he said that and even deeper growl as as he slowly put his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy 

Eventually it was just a full flown thrust " fuck  baby keep looking into my eyes little bicth this will be so much more enjoyable if you fuckin  cooperate" he said but as he kept looking at you and deep into your eyes something in your brain started to change as much as you try to fight it you know that you weren't going to win your mind was too weak easy to be taken control of manipulated turned into as Adam said your fate  would keep going like this for the rest of Eternity the Injustice in heaven was all you could think about how could he do this how could he threaten to banish you to hell just for not wanting to be with him how could he do any of this but that was quickly wiped away by the thoughts that you were the problem that you should apologize to Adam that he was just doing what was necessary and that you were the crazy one you are unstable you needed him that's all you could think you started to enjoy him on you he giggled when he noticed that " are we done with our little tantrum" Adam said softly but firmly " yes Adam I'm so sorry for disobeying you this won't ever happen again" you pleaded to him " good that's what I thought, now let me fucking finish inside you bitch" he said approaching his climax  his cock was deep inside you it was 38 cm there was even a little bump in your stomach from where it was since the height difference between you guys was like nine feet you were helpless  he had all the control he wanted over you and that was just the way he liked it you started to grip onto the couch he was fucking you on you you were also reaching your climax but Adam beat you to it as you let out a moan long strings of cum started to fill you " yes baby" he said as you also climaxed " see I told you you would like it" Adam said smugly 

You were under his spell again condemned to the same fate for the rest of enternity but hey atleats you enjoy it even if your brainwashed

[fabrickind]

so how in the absolute fuck did Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku save your life

LMAO a couple people have been wondering this so I'll tell the story.

tl;dr: if you are having severe medication side effects, get off that med.

In fall of 2017 I came down with a nasty migraine(? probably?) that disabled me to the point of being pretty much non-functional. I had to quit my job, I could barely leave bed, was in too much pain 24/7 to sleep properly and when I did sleep it was nothing but dreams about being in pain, the works.

I went through a LOT of different medications and diagnostics (MRI, spinal tap, you name it) to try to fix this problem. It never fully went away, but Botox ended up getting me functional again.

One of the medications they put me on, Topamax, was very bad for me. I did the proper ramping up of dose, got to the correct dose, and everything was so much worse. I was having hallucinations, visual disturbances, overall a bad time.

Around this time I was also having issues with word recall. I would mean to say one thing but a totally different word would come out, or I couldn't think of a word at all. Usually this was when I was super tired, so I just chalked it up to my brain being mush due to pain and fatigue (my brain is often soup when I have a migraine, let alone one that severe for going on several months at that point) and mostly ignored it, since i had more pressing problems.

Around this time the neurologist I saw also saw my symptoms and side effects and the fact that the med wasn't helping up to that point and said "well all of that will get better with time" and wrote me a prescription for quadruple (!!) my dose (without ramping up either).

THANKFULLY, just before this happened, I was in the car, fully awake, having a relatively good day, and what comes on my iPod shuffle but our old friend Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku. I was singing along, well, trying to, but I would open my mouth and only gibberish would come out, and not even the correct gibberish. I thought "that's concerning" and tried again. More gibberish.

I had remembered that my now partner (this was just before we started dating) was briefly on Topamax for migraine prevention and had word recall issues, but that hers persisted for a long time after she stopped.

So I called up my GP and said "uhhh here's my side effects (including the aphasia issues, the neurologist knew about those) and the dose he wants me on, should I do this?" and she basically said "wtf no stop the med right away."

If I hadn't had the issues with very much the wrong sounds coming out of my mouth when singing, I probably would have believed the neurologist and suddenly started a quadruple dose of the med, which would have caused even worse side effects, and side effects that were permanent, or at least MUCH longer lasting than the maybe month or so of continued visual issues and mild word recall issues I ended up with. (Also my overall health improved and I had less of the extreme eepies I had on the med once I stopped.) Luckily I was only on it for maybe two weeks at that point?

So "ZUM saved my life" is probably an exaggeration, but "ZUM prevented continued and long-lasting neurological problems" is absolutely not. It seems like sometimes the cognitive impairments go away for people after stopping Topamax, but for people who have been on high doses and/or for a long time, it sometimes doesn't, even after years.

So thanks, Utena, for my life, literally this time.

[mio-nika]

Disgusting (comic) AU. Over-arching plot, characters profiles and relationship dynamic breakdown.

Plot:

Mostly based on a modmad "What if Ace Attorney Investigations: Simon Blackquill".

Post Dual Destinies, Phantom spends some time in prison (like a month). And now let's get him out (temporary), so he can sell his employers with comfort. And also pair him with Simon, because they don't hate each other enough. Phantom get's his Bobby mask because artistic continuity, if I change his face we are bordering on Original Character territory.

I'm not smart enough to write actual spy plot, so they are existing in some limbo doing something spy-like. I'm mostly here to inflict the massive amounts of psychological and emotional damage on characters and fans.

Main Protags:

Phantom - after his meltdown in court, getting shot and the conviction his brain got chopped in much finer mush. With his blood, fingerprints and face being recorded he has no way of going back to his classic "run and hide" bullshit. Doesn't like to be out and about. Prefers to be locked up in jail, since he gets solitary and full protection.

Simon - is suffering. Understands the assignment of being paired with the guy who actually knows how to run underground spy business. But still does not like it. AT ALL.

Athena - since I'm not a fan of women centric whump (it's very rarely good and I can count the good examples of it on one hand). I'm using her as a plot device and brain can opener. She's not involved in operation, bc Simon cares about her to much. But sometimes spends time with Phantom as a psychotherapist.

Relationship chemistry:

Everything is very bad. I mean. Except psycho duo, but they are kinda. A well oiled machine.

• Simon <- -> Athena - they are something that I call platonic soulmates. Two people who's lifes are so deeply intertwined, that they can never be apart. They are friends. They are siblings. They are uncle and niece. They would be together from this point to the eternity.

• Athena -> Phantom - she feels disdain towards him, but also pity. I mean:

I truly think that the therapist in her. And the saviour complex would destroy her "he killed my mom". So she kinda goes as "I would help you, but only if you yourself would try to change. Bitch you live like this".

• Phantom -> Athena - fear. I mean. She can read his mind. She can feel that he feels. She is the reason why his life was destroyed. And I'm not only talking about last trial. She made original reading from his bomb threat.

Her abilities to read his mind is probably horrifying to him, since his entire persona based on hiding. But I also think, that he would gravitate to her. She thinks he can change. She's also mentally not normal. She's a therapist. There's a lot of reasons why he can be scared, but also longing for understanding.

• Simon -> Phantom - disgust, babeey! There's probably a lot more, but this bitch does not talk to me. So I'm just observing him from the side.

• Phantom -> Simon - we went so far from good doggie woof woof, that we came back to it.

I'm calling it "fucked up backward loyalty". It's half "I has no reason to make him even more mad, we are trying to work here". And "please please please give me any type of attention". It's the same way as with Athena. Before every human interaction Phantom had for *we don't know how much* time was filtering through his role. Basically "it's my funny friend Bobby", not "it's my funny friend Phantom". So I think he got kinda. Lonely. Not even lonely, more like deep social dissociation. Simon hates him, but he hates HIM, SPECIFICALLY, not Bobby. And the hate is extremely powerful emotion it's almost like love.

Anyway. Local spy got his brain hard rebooted. And mistakenly imprinted on two people who hate him. WHAT CAN GO WRONG

[mwahmimi]

okay i’m rlly sorry it’s not a prompt but i would love to hear more of your general thoughts on knismo!eddie <3 bc yeah it’s canon basically

oh babie i can talk about this all day!!

Knismo!Eddie my beloved<3

I did these as headcanons I hope that’s okie!

He’s a switch imo, at least that’s how I see him!! I don’t think he leans either way, a solid 50/50 switch.

He’s a fucking terrifying (in a good way obviously!!) ler. I can imagine this mf and his verbal teasing but in his DM voice? Or using dnd as a game in order to tickle you. Like “here roll the D20 and if its an odd number you get tickled, if its an even number I get to tickle you” and you’re so flustered you don’t even realise it’s lose/lose choice for you.

He’s definitely ticklish. I think his worst spots (like most people think) would be his hips. I mean look at that man’s waist. Also his tummy? He’s such a “I’m a grown man look at me I’m tattooed and I smoke drugs and drink I’m not ticklish” mf. But yet when Steve blows a raspberry on his tummy he becomes mush and doesn’t even push him off him (when he definitely can.)

He’s a kicker!! Flails around and screeches!!

100% includes the tickle monster in his dnd campaign, and if you get killed? You’re getting tickled in real life too.

He can only say the word tickle if he’s in a ler mood, if he’s in a lee mood? Absolutely no chance. He’d sooner throw away his guitar.

Certified neck biter™️

Uses his hair to tickle people, like holding a few strands in his fingers and swiping them across their necks/under their chins.

His fingers are fast and calloused bc he plays guitar.

“Stay still let me practice this song!!” As he pretends you’re his guitar.

Bite bite bites you

Loves hates when people sneak up behind him and squeeze his sides and he squeals when it happens.

“Sure I’ll stop tickling you, but you gotta say I’m a rock god.”

If he knows one of his friends is ticklish, he’ll tell them and show them how their friend reacts, just to add a little chaos.

Giggly little baby!!

Will slide his feet into someone’s lap when they’re watching a movie and act like he isn’t begging to be tickled. Be nice to him that boy is touch starved.

His brain will short circuit if he’s asked if he’s ticklish, he has no idea to respond. People don’t expect him to be ticklish bc he’s “scary looking” (obviously he’s not. He’s just a baby!!!)

Sometimes when he’s a tickling someone a little roughly, you can feel his rings and those things are cold.

He’s so easily flustered, especially if he hears the word tickle in public and he’s not expecting it. His ears burn when he hears it.

Blushing!! When!! He’s!! Pinned!! Down!!

Rips holes in his shirts in hopes that someone will wiggle a finger inside them!

Stretches so obnoxiously in hope someone tickles him.

Wayne used to play fight with him when he was a kid, purely bc he needed to tire that adhd ridden boy out before he sent him to bed. He used to tickle him a lot to wear him out!!

When he’s been wrecked™️ he smiles for hours afterwards, until his cheeks ache.

Thank you SO much for this ask!! As a knismo myself, my brain melted a little bit reading this ask and writing these!! Mwah. Have a great day, love ya <3

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Kokichi has a new prank in mind for Shuichi, he hangs with the detective, of course being the slutty ultra horny and devilish gremlin he is like usual, and whenever anyone enters the room, he makes out with Shuichi ultra sloppily, mushing their plump lips together and overwhelming him until he cums his pants from the makeout~!

He decides to pull that prank in front of (you can choose one or several, have them separated or at the same time) : kyoko, Kaede, junko, miu, kaito, hina.

Wonder what their reactions will be~! (And shuichi’s)

Warning: Lewd content below

Shuichi blushed and Kokichi grinned as they both recalled lewd memories. The reactions of all their friends permanently burned into their brains.

—----

“Oo-h, I didn't know you guys were like that. I-i'm sorry!” The busty swimmer ran away from the room after viewing the boy’s make out session, attempting to forget the whole ordeal (however, her internet search history that night begged to differ).

—--------

“Upupupupu! Who knew we had another quick shot at this shit hole?” The blonde sadist grabbed Shuichi's crotch, feeling him up while getting his precum on her fingers. She licked her digits before winking at him. “Oh I'm going to have so much fun with you!”

—---------

“Pffft. I knew you two virgins were fucking behind the scenes!” Miu teased the boys just as Shuichi came due to Kokichi's tongue being lunged into his mouth. He felt himself be pushed to the floor by Kokichi, who hasn't stopped grabbing the emo detective's throat since they first began making out.

“We aren't fucking…yet~.” Kokichi removed his pants, rubbing his clear bulge against Shuichi's crotch, causing the emo to moan into Kokichi’s mouth. Miu, who was all talk before, could barely look at the pair as she played with her hair blushing. Despite the boys both preoccupied with their foreplay, they both knew for a fact how wet Miu was.

—--------

“P-please, can we not do this in front of br-MPPPH!” Shuichi's cries were cut off by Kokichi's fiendish lips pushing against his yet again as his best friend entered the room.

“Hey Shuichi- oh! Well anyways, have you guys seen my slippers? I swear Kokichi, if you took them, I'm gonna beat your ass!”

Shuichi blushed as he watched his friend basically ignore him cum himself until his legs shook. Kokichi, of course, was further enthralled by this, groping Shuichi's body and nearly stripping him naked. Perhaps Kaito wasn't judging Shuichi for being dominated by Kokichi? Or most likely…

…he was too stupid to know that Shuichi orgasmed in front of him.

—---------

“Really? On the job?” Shuichi's boss walked towards him, her heels clacking against the floor as she slowly approached. Suddenly, she tugged off both his and Kokichi’s bottoms. Their bare cocks were both next to her face. Then, Kyoko grabbed both of their dicks and began jerking them, making sure that their tips constantly rubbed against each other. “You're lucky I have experience in doing this before. And don't you even think about getting cum on my fa-”

Splurt

Too late

—----------

“S-shuichi?!?” Kaede walked in on Kokichi pinning Shuichi to the bed, tongue completely down his throat. Shuichi thanked his lucky stars, if anyone could save him it would be Kaede.

“Nnngh.” Kaede moaned while masturbating to the boys. Correction, Kaede would save him, immediately after fucking herself to the hot sex scene about to occur. As Kokichi tore off both their clothes, Shuichi internally scolded the brat.

I mean, why did he always want to fuck Shuichi in other people's rooms?

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

Tess TLOU NSFW Abc's

Warnings: 18+! Minors and Men DNI dom!tess x sub!reader, slight dubcon, smut obviously, sligh somno, oral and fingering (f receiving), scissoring, kinda public places, this is all lesbian sex from a lesbian virgin pls be kind, also some fluff cause i couldn't help myself

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She would be so gentle afterwards like no matter if it was a rough session or soft and intimate she would hold you and stroke your skin, making sure you were grounded before she left to clean you up. If you two got really messy she would insist on taking a shower (together obviously) and she would scrub every discomfort from your body. If you were too tired to take a shower, she'd definitely clean you up, not just between your legs but your chest (she'd been busy there) and face too, making sure you're nice and clean and ready for bed.

What she'd want from you after sex though is physical contact. She feels like no matter how close you are to her, you're not close enough so you're always trapped against her afterwards. You don't mind though; you'd have to be crazy to mind

B= Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite part of her body is probably her face, more specifically, her eyes. She knows how much power they hold and she can control anyone with just a look. She uses her eyes on you often instead of her voice because she knows you'd do anything to please her and she loves seeing you struggle beneath her gaze.

Her favourite body part of yours has to be your tits. She grabs them any chance she gets and you pretty much have to peel yourself away from her. She acts tough, and she is, but she is whipped for you and needs to always have her own personal stressballs in her hands when it's just the two of you. She also loves to see them bounce and jiggle when you ride her thigh and you've noticed she purposefully bounces her legs so she can watch them more.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Tess is definitely a pleasure dom so, though she might like teasing and edging, she loves overstimulation the most. She'll eat you out for as long as she wants and you sometimes have to push her away because she gets so lost in the feeling of you cumming again and again against her mouth. If she fucks you with her fingers though, she'll keep them inside of you until you stop spasming from your last orgasm. Then, when you finally catch your breath, she'll press her fingers into your mouth so she can feel you instictively suck on them. And let's face it, that act alone turns you back on.

As for her, she has trouble giving control but she realizes that you still want her to control her when you're touching her so she'll have you on your knees, begging to taste her. When she finally gives you permission, she'll guide your head with the hand she has tangled in your hair. She gives you directions on how to please her: "higher, slide your tongue up and down just like that", "suck, baby, that's it. Fuck!" When you don't wait for permission and just dive in like you've been starved, she'll pull your hair back and say something like, "Wow you're such a desperate slut it's fucking pathetic" (making you want her more) or "Be patient sweetheart. You'll get to have a taste but you have to be a good girl for me, okay?" which just turns your brain to mush :(

(giggling kicking my feet)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you got together, you'd go on runs together, sometimes going outside the QZ and she would purposefully get too close to you or "check on you" after you ran into infected just so she could feel your warmth and smell your aroma (which, despite the end of the world, always smelled slightly of vanilla). One time, she grabbed onto your waist on one of these runs saying it was because she thought your were about to fall but you had been flirting with her all day and she couldn't handle it. That night, she touched herself to that memory and came harder than she ever had, before you that is.

She has never told you this.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She has a lot of experience with sex since she'd had a few one night stands in her years in Boston, but she's not quite as experienced with intimacy. Your first time together you though she was fucking you so good you might actually die from the pleasure she was giving you. Her tongue was on your clit, licking and sucking, and her fingers were just teasing your entrance, waiting for persmission. It's when you practically whined at her that you needed her inside of you that she pushed two fingers in and had you cumming in a few minutes. Later on that night, she was surprised to find herself spooning you and kissing your neck as you both dozed off.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

As I said before, your tits are her favourite part of your body so any postition in which she can see them is great. Her favourite position is when your on your back with a pillow or two under your hips and she can just fuck you into the matress (she traded a lot of cards for a black strap). She gets to see your chest and has a solid grip on your hips, making sure you don't go anywhere. Her favourite part of this position is that she has a perfect view of your pussy and she can see every little twitch. Plus it means easy access to your clit which she loves to abuse especially when she's deep in your cunt. She also noticed that, if she angles her hips right, she can see a bulge form in your belly and pressing on it makes you let out the cutest moans.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I think she'd be more serious, knowing that you both get vulnerable in those moments and she'd never want you to associate those to anything but love. Sometimes she'll be rougher with you but most of the time she holds your hand while fucking you slowly, dragging out every moan and sigh out of you. She'll kiss up your neck and nibble on your ear as she whispers to you how much she loves you and how good you make her feel.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's the apocalypse so don't expect anything to be smooth and hairless. She does, however keep it trimmed, especially when you've been more flirty towards her than usual because she knows you just need to be taken care of and she's more than happy to take care of you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

In the beginning of your relationship, she would show her love but would never say anything that might indicate how enamoured she was by you. When your relationship gets more serious though, she's repeating "I love you" like it's the only sentence she knows. She caresses your body, which she didn't really do before, because she's comfortable with you and wants to feel all of you, to memorize every inch of your body. Her mouth is also always on your skin one way or another. She kisses you deeply when her hand is rubbing languid circles on your clit, loving the feeling af your moans against her. If she's being to rough to kiss you she'll be sucking on the skin on your neck or chest, watching the marks blossom.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She can't go more than two days without fucking you but sometimes your schedules don't line up and you barely see each other for a week. So, one day she had the brilliant idea to record the two of you going at it (with your consent, of course), and she listens to it when she needs to get of. She keeps it in a locked drawer because she's the only one who gets to hear your sweet sounds (other than your neighbours, some nights, whoops).

One night, she came home early and heard you whimper. She hurried to the bedroom to see you on your back with a hand between your legs and the recording in the other. Luckily for, her your eyes were shut and she was stealthy enough to get between you thighs and start sucking on your clit. You were starteled but once you realized it was her, you had a long sleepless night filled with so much pleasure that the room smelled like sex for days.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Tess is absolutely a sucker for marking. She always makes sure that you have at least one hickey visible so eeveryone knows to stay the fuck away from you. She also leaves hidden marks on your chest and thighs, loving the fact that you always have something to remember her by when she's not around.

She's also into praising and degrading, sometimes all at once. The sounds you make when calls you her pretty little slut while her hand is between your legs almost make her pass out. She loves that her just her words can make you so weak. She's also a very patient woman so sometimes she'll praise or degrade you all day using the voice she uses for you only, loving the way you squirm.

I don't think she'd be into heavy impact play but I think she'd enjoy giving you a few slaps here and there, mostly to get your attention. For example, when she's eating you out and you close your eyes after she specifically tould you to keep them on her, she'll slap the outside of your thigh, turning your focus back to her.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

If you have access to hot water, the shower is her favourite to fuck you. Her favourite thing to do is hold you up and abuse your pussy, knowing that she made you this weak and that you trust her enough to be so vulnerable towards her. The shower is her favourite place because she gets to pin you against the wall or glass and use you however she wants without worrying about the mess it'll leave on the floor. Plus, the best sight she can think of is you on your knees, face burried in her heat. The way the water trickles down into your face and you struggle to keep your eyes open but oh you want to keep them open because seeing Tess' face contort in pleasure is your favourite thing to see.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your entire being turns her on but she's especially taken aback when she comes home to find you clean and smelling of... lavender? You must have gotten some soap from Frank. She finally sees you on the bed reading a book she recognized as the one you'd been trying to read for weeks now. She notices you're wearing a white tank top (without a bra) and baby pink shorts. Both of these look like you could have just gotten them off the rack of a store from how spotless they are. What turns her on is how innocent and clean you look and she has the urge to just ruin you. So she does. However, she makes sure the clothes stay perfect, and that's how you learn that Tess has a thing for corrupting you.

Now anytime you're really needy you just take a shower and wear the outfit that revealed her obsession with you. You also find out that giving her doe eyes turns her to jelly and using them makes her go feral. Whenever you look at her with those wide innocent eyes, she practically rips your bottoms off, not bothering with your top since fucking you half naked just turns her on more, and she licks or pounds the innocence out of you. She loves seeing you go from sweet little flower to messy fuck toy :(

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She'll never do anything that could put you in danger like breath play or anything like that. You have asked her to choke you before and she got really concerned until you explained that you just wanted to feel the pressure of her hand around your neck and that it makes you feel her power and control. So she did try it hesitatingly one night and absolutely fell in love. She's still very careful about that though.

She wouldn't ever cut you or leave any permanent marks but that doesn't stop her from making empty threats.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She's been used to being the giver in any intimate relationship and, with you, she knows exactly where to slide her tongue and which places are most sensitive to her kisses. She was very satisfied with that (sometimes finding herself close to cumming in her jeans at the sounds you made) but then you started begging to tasste her too, saying you wanted to make her feel good. How could she say no to that? So you flipped her over, which she helped you with, and trailed open-mouthed kisses down her torso, taking off her pants and trying to drag that moment on forever. After a few minutes of teasing her through her panties, she tangled her hand in your hair and said, in her usually relaxed and honey voice, "Sweetheart, just a second ago you were begging to taste me now I suggest you get to it." she punctuated with a squeeze of her hand. When you finally did taste her, you were done for. everything you'd ever had on your tongue before could not compare to her. And the feeling of her against your mouth sent shocks to your clit. She now finds herself daydreaming of the next time she'll have you between her legs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

She's probably a mix of everything, liking to drag things out but hearing your broken moans when she reaches somewhere deep inside you makes her want to never take it easy on you again. So, she goes unbearably slowly, teasing you to no end, but goes rough enough that everything she does is pleasurable. This way she gets to see your face scrunch and hear your desperate whines at how good it feels for as long as she likes. That is until she decides she wants to see you cum over and over again. The she speeds up gradually so you don't realize that you're slowly getting closer and closer until she's telling you to cum for her.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She decidedly LOVES quickies. She loves the thrill of having somewhere to be, but being so desperate to have her hands on you that she makes everything wait for your pleasure. I imagine her being stressed about a job, especially with you there because she's so protective of you. And now the fucker you were supposed to meet is no where in sight and she's all tense, looking around sporadically. You try to calm her down by putting your hand in hers and giving her a light squeeze. She looks at you and you say, "It's gonna be okay bub." She realizes then how absolutely infatuated she is by you. After another quick look around she drags you to a dark corner where you couldn't be spotted. She'll still make sure you're ready for her, not wanting to make you numb, so she'll grope your thighs and ass while kissing you feverishly, swallowing up all your whines. She'll keep going despite your protests that someone will catch you. You'd be embarrassed, sure, but with Tess' reputation no one would dare make fun of you for it. So, knowing you don't actually want her to stop, she'd slide her hand down und unbutton your pants and shove her hand down your panties. Given the time crunch of the situation, she doesn't waist any time teasing you, instead going straight for your clit. Her fingers are so warm and rough they give you the perfect amount of friction and she has to slap her other hand over your mouth to keep you from being too loud. You don't last long due to the exposure of it all. When you've both caught your breath, she licks her fingers and fixes up your clothes seconds before the guy you were supposed to meet shows up. Just like that, she's back to her tough 'don't-fuck-with-me' personality.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She's willing to do anything you show interest in but she's often the one to want to introduce new kinks to you. Before Tess, you'd known you weren't the most domineering person but you didn't think that would translate in the bedroom, much less that you'd enjoy it. But on one of your first nights together, she helped you slip deeper and deeper into sub-space, convincing you she'd take care of you. Which she did. She made you feel so small, taking away any thought you could have that wasn't focused on her and she did it so lovingly.

She also introduced you to anal, which you were terrified of until you started to experiment with it. At first, she would just graze your tight hole which sent jolts of electricity to your spine. You eventually asked her for more and she obliged with a smirk on her lips. She made you lie down on your belly, which was in itself a rare occurence, and used your abundant wetness to push a finger in. Needless to say you were hooked after that and often begging her to abuse your ass again.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She's a very strong woman and can therefore go for hours, sometimes lasting all night when you've been away for an especially long time. She has a hard time voicing her emotions but she's able to show you how much you mean to her through the pleasure she gives you and she can never get enough of you. She is human though so she'll stop every once in a while to get you both some water and talk with you about anything that comes to mind. You love these moments when you're talking, wrapped up in each other and you get the sudden urge to kiss her and be all over her again, knowing she would never want to do anything but be close to you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Other than the strap, she does own a vibrator which both of you use. She likes using it on herself when you've been a brat. She makes you kneel on the floor while she turns up the vibrations and makes herself moan, her gaze never leaving yours. As she looks at you so intently, she says, "See what you did? Coulda been you making me feel good but you had to be a brat and now I gotta do it myself." with a sultry voice. All the while, you're begging her to let you make her cum but she's not having any of it. She makes you watch as she cums with your name on her lips before tossing you onto the creaky bed and fucking you with the vibrator (still wet from her heat) until you can't form a proper sentence.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ma'am is such a fucking tease, not because she wants to torture you but because she gets so much pleasure from watching you squirm. When you're out in public, she loves going behind you and putting her hand on the front crease of your thigh, knowing how sensitive you are there. Her graze gets you slipping and she sees it. She often whispers in your ear using her bedroom voice to get you all riled up and asks questions like "Oh baby, what's gotten into you? Why are you so needy all of sudden?" when you start grabbing at her.Knowing she has so much power of you makes her weak in the knees.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She's not a very loud person but she does make a lot of noise. When you're making her feel good, she's always moaning and groaning at how good you are. You love her moans since they're so breathy and almost she, like she reserves them for you. When she cums though, to your surprise, her voice gets uncharacteristically high and you can't help the butterflies that form in your stomach. She used to be self conscious about that, but ever since you told her how wet you get knowing that you make her feel that good, she doesn't hold back her moans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After a while of dating Tess, you finally get the courage to ask her to try one of your fantasies and she's more than happy to try. You tell her you want to be closer to her when you have sex and that you want to try scissoring so the next time you're making out, she pins you to the bed and grins into your mouth. "What're you up to?" you say with a slight giggle.

"Oh nothing," she says, "just making your dreams come true, princess."

Your heart skips a beat as she takes off your pants much faster than she normally would. She goes back to kissing you as she presses a knee between your legs, making you whimper. Soon, you're clawing at her pants and she gets the hint. She takes off all remaining clothing from both of you and slides her right leg over your left one, aligning her center to yours. All the while, she's looking at your fascinated face, "How you feelin' baby?" she asks.

"So good, please need you to touch me." you respond. So she does. She lowers herself onto you and the mixture of your wetness makes her grind so easily against you. You swear you've died and gone to heaven with the bliss you're feeling. And she couldn't be happier, knowing that she can truly feel how everything she's doing makes your body react.

Then you feel her throbbing and you can't help it, "Fuck! Tess I'm gonna cum please cum with me I need to feel you." you start begging.

She starts grinding harder and faster, and you know she's close too. "Go ahead, cum for me sweetheart I'm right behind you."

As you come down from your high, you feel Tess reach her climax and you're amazed at the feeling of more wetness gushing from her.

This becomes one of your regular activities.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Not much to say here other than I know it's pink—

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive is pretty high; as I said before she can't go more than a few days without fucking you. So she'll corner you at the most random times, almost demanding that you let her "that pretty pussy of yours" and you melt for her every time. She feels lucky to be with someone who's as horny, if not more, as her and she uses that to her advantage every chance she gets.

You'll often wake up from particularly exciting dreams only to realize that it was Tess waking you up in her favourite way: hand between you're thighs and face in your neck.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless she's had a very long day, she doesn't fall asleep before you. She always makes sure you have everything you need before settiling into bed and nestles you under her chin until she hears your breathing even out. Then she takes a few minutes to admire your beauty as you sleep before falling asleep holding you close and safe.

***

a/n: no one asked me to do this but i needed to think about tess bc omg loml pls i need her to run me over and step on my face.

@lonelyfooryouonly here you go bbg I'm sleep deprived but lowkey proud of myself.

I was really inspired by @messrmoonyy for this fic cause there's so little Tess content on here and i wanted to do my part so she's the real hero here. Pls pls pls go check out her blog i literally fell in love and I can't go a day without my fix <3

[r0-boat]

OKAY SO- Your Tarzan Ingo AU has my horny brain by the balls, and my god, I love it. This one idea has swirled around my head for so long so have a random prompt, if you want to do anything with it! Imagine you have been his 'mate' for a good while, and with plenty of raw sex to boot! He has been rutting into you basically nonstop when he can whenever you're together, his brain turned to mush between growls of "breed, breed, breed!" and babbling how much he loved you. Him hissing in pain when you leave scratch marks in his back as you cling onto him as he thrusts his cock in over and over again, and egging him on more and more with the occasional kiss. It is only a matter of time before welp, it's confirmed that you're pregnant. Your belly has only started to swell at but it would be noticeable enough to your 'mate' once he sees you. (It's a tad early to be getting that big, but it would probably only be a big baby... spoiler alert, it's two. ;D) It wouldn't take long for you to find Ingo (or him to find you?) and reunite with him after spending time back in the village due to being sick. Of course, he brought back food but that could wait as he wanted to breed you again. Of course, you miss his girthy cock inside of you so get straight to stripping. But you decide to surprise him without words by just straddling his hips and lifting your shirt to show off the proof that he successfully bred you. Ingo would be so confused as he palmed at your belly before it finally got through his brain that he actually knocked you up. You were pregnant! Pregnant with his 'pups', his babies! (You said you were sure it would only be one baby... imagine his smug face months later when you hold your newborn twins after a long delivery) It would be a whirlwind of clothes being flung carelessly away and prep before he is fucking you again, but he is much more gentle than he usually is with at least one hand on your belly at all times and face in the crook of your neck. He couldn't wait to show his family that the pack would be growing soon~

I've written so many things about this in the tag but none more delicious than what you gave me 😔

Giggling and twirling my hair I need to be bred so badly by Tarzan ingo. All I will do is grow his Cubs and warm his nest!

please one chance

[graviditatismasculino]

Scenario:

You're pathetic aren't you? How else could you not be? You have a huge belly in the way that makes hard to even reach yourself to the parts of you that are begging to be touched. Constantly throbbing and aching, you don't know how long it's been since you've gotten off. The person who put you in this position won't even touch you now, much rather enjoying seeing you struggle to get any contact in any way you can. Blankets? Pillows? Hardly firm enough. Bed post? Too tall for a pregnant person, and too much effort to be standing up that long without proper support for someone your size. The showerhead was your next best option but even that wasn't enough since you wanted something deep inside you to push back up the pressure deep inside. Still no matter how much you pleaded to the point of tears, the parent of your baby would laugh and shake their head.

They'd cup your face and say, "You look so good all needy and desparate."

How cruel of them. However it made you all the more horny when they watched you. Which was often lying on your back now, moaning feebly having given up on any sort of relief.

Until the pressure suddenly amplified one day and you were on your hands and knees, body straining to push with each contraction. But now you were more desperate than ever, wanting any stimulation besides what was slip- no taking its damned time to come out of you! You cried and called for them, aching in a way that wasn't just from your labor. They strode in on you, your face pressed into the bed, sobbing and body trembling. They must have felt enough pity for you to open their jeans and pull your long shirt from up over your ass.

Your body quivered in anticipation as their bulge nearly brushed your swollen lips.

"You're doing such a bad job sweetheart. It's really jammed in there." You felt their palm touch your ass, caressing it as it was burning feverishly red.

"I'll help. You deserve it this once. Your orgasm should help unwedge it." You nearly lost all strength from that. Finally. Finally. You wept gratefully and pushed your hips back against them. Your sensitive spots brushing the zipper of their pants and you gasped, rocking your hips more but they held your waist, keeping you in place. "Let's not get carried away yet." They warned.

"S-sorry."

They positioned themself, pushing inside. Your body eagerly took them in as if it had been starving for months. They grunted, gritting their teeth. They took a moment to adjust to you.

Then. Oh.

Oh God.

They rammed their hips into you, making you yelp and moan all at once, shocked and overwhelmed from it all. Involuntarily you started to sob again and buried your face into your elbow as they rammed into you again and again, dominating your body - it felt like it was some sort of reminder on how to behave or punishment. Nonetheless, your body took every stroke and it wasn't long before you climaxed and your brain became mush.

They tsk'd at you, seeing your state before unleashing more of their load into you.

They fell over your back and lazily kissed your shoulder and neck.

"It's coming." They said with a tired laugh.

This is the fucking DREAM, being a constantly horny pathetic mess that can't come. My cunt always wet and my body always ready for anything. I'd definitely be grinding against any surface I thought would work just desperately trying to cum.

Then when I'm laboring, being allowed to cum would make me feel like I was in heaven, 9 months of what is basically edging and I'm cumming hard enough to squirt. I'd be nothing but a dumb clock sleeve for them after too, excited for a repeat.

[loser-boyy]

HERBERT WEST HEADCANNONS

a/n: hmmgmmdh brainrot… yes i’ve given up with kinktober ,, anywho happy october everyone it’s time for eddie to be horny on main <3 //

NSFW UNDER THE CUT :3

SFW

-not big on giving hugs but loves getting them. he won’t admit it though.

-cook this man food he will cling to you like a stray cat,, homie can’t cook all that well himself so basically lives on microwave meals or just doesn’t eat. once he realises you can cook he’s upstairs more and more <3

-not a huge fan of talking about how he feels but he does do little things to show he cares like making sure you’re safe if you help with experiments and makes sure your clothes are clean etc

-if ur just as crazy as he is he’ll love spending time with you so much more!!! if you’re on similar levels of deranged as him he’ll be less hesitant to let you help with experiments

-so. jealous. oh my god. if you’re talking to another person for an extended amount of time there is steam coming from his ears this little man is FUMING

-he loves lookin at you,, you’re just fascinating to him because who in their right mind would not only share a space with him but love him? his brain cannot comprehend it

-would kill for you but he’d make you help bring them back <//3

-gets flustered very easily,, esp if you’re kissing him or holding him in public he’s all embarrassed

now. for my favourite part.

NSFW

-whiny sub.

-BRAT!!!! will be a total bitch all day jus so you destroy him <3<3

-acts tough and stuff but as soon as you touch him he MELTS!!!!

-big enjoyer of bloodplay,,, wants to make out while you’re both drenched in blood<33 he won’t admit it but he actually really likes it if your hands r bloody and you make him clean em by shoving your hand in his mouth,,<333

-fucking him in the autopsy room while he’s supposed to be doing something important,, he’s all worked up and whining about how yous could get caught. he’s loving the thrill though;)

-loves being bent over his desk in the basement and having his guts rearranged like a washing machine,, poor dan will have definitely heard by now..

-biting the pillow as he tries and fails to keep himself quiet. that doesn't last long in the slightest, gasping and whimpering every time he's touched, trying so hard to be quiet. trying so hard.. but as soon as any kind of praise, albeit a little degrading, leaves your mouth he's fucking gone. this snarky prick is absolute butter beneath you, every touch lighting his body on fire. he cvmms almost instantly, but you make sure he lasts a little longer. you have the whole night alone together, why not make the most of it?? HWHWH

-being in an empty classroom w him nd he’s going off about how the lessons are bullshit and you’re like “mhm.. mhmmm” while wrapping your arms around his waist and as soon as you start kissing and sucking his neck he just. breaks. red face and stuttering,,“keep speaking, cmon” and he’s absolutely fucking gone, drooling a little too whwhwh,,

-fucking him while dans home,, telling him to keep quiet so he doesn’t traumatise his poor roomie <3

-tying him to an examination table and riding him till his brain is pure mush and he can’t form a single sentence and then forcing him to look at you so you can spit in his mouth ,,

-fucking him doggy style and he's face down in pillow and you just grab his hair and yank him back and hes loud and drooling,, absolutely wrecked

-broken so many pairs of glasses. so many. they all end up bent and cracked because he’s always face down while being fucked

-he’d never ever admit it, but he loves you leaving marks where people can see them. to him, it’s entertaining to see people’s faces change when he walks into class limping and absolutely covered in hickeys.

-dan can’t have girls over anymore. the one time he brought a girl home herbert was getting the washing machine deluxe on his insides and the poor woman fucking ran out the house. not walked, ran. the morning after went something like this :

dan sat at the table, his head in his hands. herbert walked, or more limped, into the kitchen, glasses askew and hair messy. dan slowly looked up making eye contact with herbert before resting his face in his hands again. herbert looks at the man confused as he poured his coffee.

“bad night daniel?” he asks. dan nods.

“i had a girl over,” he begins. herbert looks at dan with a puzzled look as he sat down across from him.

“that’s good, no?” herbert asks. dan takes a sharp breath in before speaking again, “normally it would. but she ran out the house after hearing the noises from the basement.” herbert’s cheeks flushed red. oh.

“not awkwardly walk out, but fucking run,” he says, voice breaking. herbert sips his coffee.

“yes, dan i get it. she ran.”

“no- no you don’t. she fucking ran.”

that’s me done luv yas