#the fucking fill tool SUCKS though

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mspaint is so fun when i've got no fucking idea what im doing

[seokgyuu]

HI I LOVE UR WORK GENUINELY I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO A DRABBLE BASED ON THIS REEL, I DONT KNOW IF U CAN SEE IT LIKE THIS BUT JYK NOTHING NSFW IS SHOWN IN TH REEL ITS JUST THE PREVIEW(?) sort of idk how to explain it. It goes like the guy holds a really powerful massager in his palm and puts his index finger in a glass of water which shows the power of the massager, so I was thinking this scenario with any member of seventeen u like. JUST SO U KNOW U DONT HAVE TO DO THIS ITS COMPLETELY UP TO U AND AGAIN I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE UR WORK AND U

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cwc6bhup_ut/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

uhm hello. this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but I just saw this again and was like... yes! I'll write that. so, here you go!! i hope it's to your liking!!! and of thank you for your kind words!!<3

The Reel this is inspired by (kinda sfw??)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Afab!Reader

Smut Warnings: Fingering, usage of a massage gun as a helpful tool, multiple orgasms, squirting

MDNI!

Word Count: 555

Wonwoo is just a man. He is a man and he has ideas and sometimes this leads to things like these.

Things that have you crying actual tears as he holds the massage gun against his finger, the vibrations going straight to your abused clit. It’s too much and at the same time not enough. 

Your legs are shaking and your loud moans are filling the room because, how on earth did he even come up with this?! 

“Fuck, look at you,” Wonwoo’s eyes are glued to you behind his glasses, mouth dropped as he literally can’t stop staring at you and your fucked out form. You’ve cum already, twice! And he isn’t letting you go, he isn’t letting you breathe! And to make matters worse, he suddenly moves his hand and slides two fingers inside of you, the massage gun still right there, making his whole hand vibrate on the highest fucking setting.

‘That’s it’, you think, ‘this is how I die.’

You don’t die though - you just start crying harder, your pussy literally sucking in Wonwoo’s fingers like a starved man downs his water. 

“Shit, how good does this feel, baby?” He asks and you would have loved to answer him - if only your mouth would do anything else but moan and scream and just not form any coherent thought. Your brain is mush if it’s even still there in your head and not already gone. 

You feel yet another orgasm approach at rapid speed, Wonwoo’s long skilled fingers paired with the vibrations too much to handle inside of you. You screech and squirm, your hips are moving against his fingers and Wonwoo is practically drooling as he watches you, his ever so perfect girlfriend, lose all sense of control.

And then, you cum. But you don’t just cum, your body shakes and your crying intensifies because what the fuck is that feeling and why is everything suddenly so incredibly sensitive and - did you just pee?

Wonwoo’s cock has never been harder and never been closer to cumming untouched. You’re squirting all over his hands and over the gun and over the bed and he thinks this is heaven. The sounds you make are only the god damn cherry on top. 

“E-enough, f-fuck, Wonwoo, please!” You beg your boyfriend and he somehow hears you and comprehends your words even though he doesn’t really know how. He pulls his fingers out of you, his fingers that are full of your cum and he turns off the gun, throws it to the side and brings his hand covered in everything you to his hard cock that is still hidden behind his sweats and starts jerking himself off, the feeling of your juices around him enough to make him cum three strokes later. 

“I don’t think I can walk,” you say when you finally catch your breath. You haven’t even noticed Wonwoo getting himself off, too busy with trying to find your senses again. Wonwoo falls onto the bed next to you, hand now covered in both of your releases.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” He says. “I didn’t know I could do that.” You reply back. Then, the two of you fall into comfortable laughter, staring up at the ceiling and knowing full well this definitely was not the last time this happened.

[cumxfairy]

synopsis: businessman!toji visits the strip club for the first time in his life and has quite the experience (short asf, testing this new format hehe)

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businessman!toji who decided to say “fuck it” and go to the strip club with his coworkers this weekend instead of going home to his nagging wife and the six month old baby’s loud cries. his colleagues would always invite him, but toji constantly refused, as he was sure it would cause a strain in his marriage. this time, one of his coworkers and close friends, satoru gojo was able to convince him.

businessman!toji who is thoroughly impressed by the club’s interior design. he expected it to be trashy and stinky, but it was quite the opposite. his emerald eyes scan through the place and watch how men leaned back into the comfortable seats as the sexy, barely clothed dancers grinded on them and danced on the poles. “hm, not bad”

businessman!toji who’s friends try to talk him into requesting a private session on their tab. “since it’s your first time, y’know?” he’s hesitant as he glances at his friend’s blue eyes and then back up to the many women performing stunts on poles. his wife wouldn’t like this at all, but she isn’t here is she? “alright, get me a good one though”

businessman!toji who sits calmly in the dimly lit private room with his legs widespread and arms folded, awaiting his service. he slightly taps his feet to the faint music and decides to pour himself a glass of the high quality whiskey. one sip and he could already feel his tense muscles relax, which was perfect since his service had finally arrived.

businessman!toji who stares at you intently as you slowly make your way towards him. your body already had him thinking wild things. “so, first timer, huh?” the sultriest voice he had ever heard asked. he smirked at the young woman before him in her maroon lingerie set, which barely covered her private areas. her pussy lips were practically hanging out, the areoles around her hard nipples peaked through the thin fabric and her plump ass was on full display.

businessman!toji who can’t help but release some grunts here and there while you danced on him to the tune of a sexy, slow jazz song. he could feel your throbbing bud on his hardened bulge and your nipples grazing his torso with each smooth whine. “damn, how many men do you do this for? ya seem like a veteran..”

businessman!toji who’s had enough of your teasing and pulls out a hefty tip from his wallet, slides into the side of your thong and orders you to “take it off”, nodding at your bra. he chuckled when u instantly obliged “ what a money loving, obedient little whore you are.”

businessman!toji who’s aggressively sucking on your buds while his big, manly hands knead your ass cheeks. he enjoys hearing your pathetic whimpers and moans “oh yes daddy!” that one almost made his cock spring out of his slacks.

businessman!toji who has you in a deep arch as he drills into you on the black leather sofa. he holds both your wrists to your lower back with one hand as the other tightly held your head into the couch, muffling your cries and screams. the sounds of skin slapping, leather scraping and the dirty smell of your arousal have him in a daze, one that’s only contributing to his insane stamina.

businessman!toji who releases a thick load into your pussy without giving a fuck about a possible pregnancy “there you go, better fuckin’ take it all bitch”. he lets go of you and sits back, watching your pussy twitch and the liquids ooz out of it. “that’s good..”

businessman!toji who’s putting his clothes back on, not providing you with aftercare at all. this is your job, being nothing but a tool for his pleasure so why should he care? he takes more cash out his wallet and throws it at your sad, fucked out, cum filled body. “thanks, might come back with my friend next time.”

[yuta-nation]

Me and my Husband

content: Satoru in lingerie, gender-neutral reader ( no specific genitalia mentioned), reader bottoms, unprotected s3x, creampie, oral (Gojo receiving), nipple play (Gojo receiving), little bit of manhandling. Let me know if I missed anything.

wc: 1k

a/n: am i back? i don't know. has this been plaguing me? yes.

“‘Toru have you seen my charger anywh–” The rest of your sentence died in your throat and you entered the bedroom and laid eyes on your husband. Your husband, who was standing in front of the full-length mirror wearing lingerie. Your lingerie. The bra strained against his broad chest, the aquamarine shade contrasting against his pale skin and bringing out the color in his shining eyes. You kept your eyes trained above his waist as he turned around. 

“How do I look, babe?” He asked, glossy lips turned up in a smile.

“Is nothing sacred?” You choked out.

“Well, you look so good in this set, I just wanted to try it for myself,” he explained with a pout. 

“Though, these bottoms don’t really fit my cursed tool if you catch my meaning,” he said, gesturing to his crotch. You looked down to see his semi-hard cock straining against the blue fabric of your favorite panties. You could feel your mouth immediately fill with saliva at the sight of his pretty dick. 

“See something you want, baby?” Satoru asked with a knowing smile. You were playing a losing game, and there was no real point in resisting. 

“You’re so pretty ‘Toru. Can I touch you please, beautiful boy?” You asked as you approached him, sinking to your knees before him. His smile widened at your display of submission, his large hand coming down to cradle the back of your head.

“Give it a kiss, sweetheart.”

You complied immediately, planting a chaste kiss on the base of his lace-covered cock, then another, a centimeter higher, then another, continuing your tortuously slow pace up his shaft towards his leaking tip. His hand continued to rest on the back of your head, not pushing or urging you faster or higher, simply maintaining gentle contact with you as you pleasured him. 

After several moments and many kisses, your lips finally reached the head of his cock and wrapped around it. You sucked softly before parting from it and placing a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the tip. You repeated the process of kissing and sucking over and over again. The panties Satoru wore were soon soaked with a mixture of his precum and your saliva as you continued your teasing. The man above you made sounds that shifted from low moans to high whimpers as you carried on toying with him.

“You’re so, ah, meeaaan baby,” Satoru mewled out as you gave a particularly loud slurp around his cock.  

His whining prompted you to giggle, sending the reverberations through his dick. “Gotta stop, sweetheart, ‘m too close. W-wanna make you feel good ‘fore I cum!” he explained, the hand on the back of your head now gently tugging you off his cock. You relented, removing yourself from him and looking up to meet his brilliant blue eyes. You maintained eye contact as you licked your lips to get a final taste of his precum. Your actions made his cock jump in the ruined panties. 

Satoru helped you up off your knees and led you towards your neatly made bed, stripping you of your top as you went. You made it to the bed and lay atop the pillows, slipping off your bottoms as you got comfortable. Your partner soon joined you, caging you in between his arms as he settled between your thighs. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his cock, relishing the gap between your fingertips. He began to hook his fingers around the waistband of the panties, but you were quick to stop him.

“No, no, leave them on. You look so pretty in ‘em,” you told him as you pulled his dick from the confines of the lace. Satoru let out a chuckle at your compliment, reaching to the side to grab a bottle of lube from atop his nightstand.

“You really want me to fuck you while I’m wearing your underwear?”

“Baby, after this, they’re your underwear,” You responded, rubbing your thumb over his slit and spreading the precum over the tip. As you stroked him he took the lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingers before tossing the bottle to the side. His cool, wet fingers soon found their way to your hole, the contact making you jump a bit. 

Satoru slipped two fingers inside you with assistance from the lube, the large digits stretching you around them. He began to move them quickly, spreading them inside you to prep you faster. After a few minutes of fucking you on his fingers, he pulled them out of you and replaced your hand on his cock with his own.

“You ready sweetheart?” he asked as he lined himself up with your hole.

“Yeah, ready to feel you,” you whined out in response, feeling empty without his fingers filling you up. He entered you slowly but steadily, cock stretching you more than his fingers could ever dream of. You both made noises of satisfaction as he finally filled you to the hilt.  

Satoru leaned down to kiss you as he began to move his hips, fucking into you slowly. Your tongues clashed as he rutted into you, joining the two of you together in every possible way. Your hands reached up to pinch his nipples through the lace of the bra, earning you a high-pitched whine from your husband.

His larger hand captured your wrists and pinned them above your head as he admonished you.

“That’s a dangerous game, sweetheart. Behave, yeah?” You nodded in agreement, prompting him to release your wrists and relocate his hand to your core. His skillful fingers toyed with your sex as he began to speed up the movement of his hips, fucking you faster and deeper. He maintained his pace for several minutes before his movements began to grow sloppy.

“Fuck, ‘m so close, baby. Gonna cum with me, pretty?” he asked between moans. 

“Y-yeah, wanna cum with you! So close ‘Toru!” you cried out as he gave a particularly deep thrust. His fingers moved even faster on your sex, bringing you to the very edge.

“Go ahead, pretty thing, cum with me,” Satoru whispered against your lips. The combination of his thrusts, fingers, and words sent you falling over the edge. You came hard around his cock, the tightening of your walls sending him over the edge as well. He filled you as you rode out the waves of pleasure. 

After what felt like a blissful eternity, Satoru stilled inside of you as you came down from your high.

“This really got you going, huh?” he said, gesturing to the blue lace covering his chest. 

“Yeah, we’ve gotta buy you more. You look beautiful in it Satoru.”

“Are you trying to turn me on again already?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s working.”

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[toji-girl]

k. ryuguji

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + fem reader + explicit smut + all porn no plot + fingering + finger sucking + begging + pet names + nipple sucking + I want him carnally dlkfkgjet + repost from an ask on my old blog

Every day at the same time you never failed to show up to Draken's shop bearing a bag filled with food and something for your boyfriend to drink, it was a sight to be seen because he was the one used to taking care of others.

He loved to see you walk over to him with a soft smile. "Break time." You announced and watched as he sat his tools down thankful for the break and the chance to get to see you all dolled up for him.

"What did I do to deserve someone so sweet like you?" Draken asked pulling off his oily coveralls before washing his hands as you followed him to the break room like a puppy with a shrug of your shoulders.

You opted to lean against the table as he settled on the couch across from you. "Is Inupi around?" You questioned and watched as he dug into the food with a soft groan at the taste, another thing he loves.

Draken shook his head and popped the top of his drink to take a swig of it. "He had to go somewhere for something but should be back soon, why? There another reason why my princess came?" He asked.

Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you shrugged again and sauntered over to him sinking into his lap to take the box from his hands and feed him. "Maybe, this morning you left me all alone in bed needy for you after rubbing on me like that." You pouted.

"Oh, you poor thing. I was a tease, wasn't I?" He asked with a grin as he let his large hands wander over your clothes watching the way you shuddered under this touch, your lips pulled into a pout.

You ground your hips down against him when one hand slipped under your shirt. "So needy for me aren't you? It's so cute, always needing your sweet pussy stuffed with something." He cooed.

Draken was slow and meticulous as he picked you apart and he loved how you fell for his plan like a victim caught up in a spider's web. It was easy to get you riled up and get you where he needed you to be.

He watched you tilt your head back and curl your fingers into his shirt as you sat so prettily in his lap. His free hand tucked the bottom hem of your skirt into the waistband to see your bare pussy on display.

You heard him click his tongue as he grazed two fingertips over your cunt gathering the slick before he rubbed it along your lips. "No panties? So naughty." He teased and barely dipped his finger inside.

"Stay still for me princess, can you do that?" Draken asked, his eyes focused on your face as you nodded and stopped all movement even though you wanted to roll your hips, your clit throbbed under his thumb.

He loved to hear you whine his name, glossy lips parted to chant over and over about how you want to cum and how mean he is. “Keep struggling like that and I’m not going to give you what you want.” He commanded in a low tone when you bucked your hips into his touch.

Your eyes popped open wide like saucers at his command. "But - " He lifted a finger to your mouth pressing it against your sticky lips to stop the protest from spilling. "But nothing, good girls get what they want." He told you with a smirk.

You were about to roll your eyes when he thrust his middle and index finger inside your wet aching cunt, the stretch was pleasurable and given how long they were they always hit the right spot. "What was that?" He asked tugging your tank top down to bare your tits to him.

Draken wrapped his lips around your nipple knowing how bad you wanted to fuck his fingers but instead, you sat still and let him finger fuck you while taking his sweet time laving your nipples with kitten kisses and licks before suckling them into his warm mouth.

He watched you fall apart in his lap while listening to the wet squelching of your pussy taking his fingers so wonderfully. Everything about him was big and he loved how you took him well.

Your pussy fluttered around his fingers when his thumb brushed along your clit, his mouth ascending to your collarbones and shoulders when you leaned more into him. "So close! Draken!"

It never really took him long to get you squirting in his lap between his soft kisses and the way he hooked his fingers up to press against your g-spot you were utterly boneless after he was done with you.

"See. What did I tell you? Good girls get what they want." He told you with another grin as you nuzzled into his neck soaking up the time with him before he had to return back to work.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 25: Sex Toys

Pairings: Kakucho x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom!reader, sub/bottom!Kakucho, vibrator, fleshlight, lots of teasing, reader is called 'daddy', Kakucho is called 'puppy'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

The current predicament that Kakucho found himself in was not only frustrating but also humiliating. Nevermind the fact that his dick was fully hard and the fact that he had been whimpering like an adorable whore ever since you started touching him though. No, no, ignore all of that. This was downright humiliating and completely unfair!

“What's wrong, gorgeous? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?” Your teasing tone caused the pretty crimson covering his cheeks to deepen, gritting his teeth at the horribly slow pace you had set

“This is not... shit haaah...what I meant and you– fuck... you know it...” With labored breaths Kakucho managed to bark back a reply, rolling his hips into every torturous stroke from the fleshlight engulfing his cock. Yeah it still felt good but...this is not what he wanted! You knew damn well that it was supposed to be your hand wrapped around his dick and not some toy. It should be your thumb teasing his slit, not this gummy toy sucking on the tip, and only the tip right now

While the clear fleshlight worked his fat cock until the tip was an angry red, the lovely vibrator stuffed inside Kakucho's ass stimulated him even further. Pressed right against his prostate and kept in place by some tape, the buzzing toy prevented him from relaxing at all. A smirk found its way to your face when you pressed a button on the remote concealed within the hand placed behind your back, turning the intensity up a notch as the pretty boy beneath you jerked his hips and began squirming. “Ffffuuuuck– gah! ”

A sharp thrust of his hips into the toy that was jerking him off tipped him over the edge, cumming hard for a second time already. Kakucho wailed as his load filled up the fleshlight and spilled out of the other end, some of it making its way onto his toned chest. His hands tugged at the restraints; thick red rope binding his hands together and to the headboard so that he would behave while you tortured him

The whimpers only increased in volume and intensity when the vibrations in his ass continued throughout his entire orgasm, keeping him hard and desperate even though this is not exactly what he had in mind when he begged for you to take him. The thing that Kakucho had really begged for was your cock. He craved the feeling of your thick shaft splitting him open and breeding his tight ass, his hole involuntarily clenching whenever the thought crossed his mind. He needed you so fucking badly right now...but you wanted to do something a bit different tonight. Still planning to fuck him until you were sure that he'd walk with a limp tomorrow, just with a different set of tools, so to speak

Your boyfriend was moments away from sobbing below you, his hips stuttering as he was unable to pull out of the fleshlight due to the way you kept it pressed against his skin. His oversensitive dick forced to thrust into the thing over and over every time he moved, which he couldn't stop doing because the vibe in his ass made him practically tremble from overstimulation. The pitiful sight brought a smile to your lips, relishing in the cries coming from your lover as he begged for you to give him a break...

“Hmm...no~ We're not done here, baby boy. ” Was the response that penetrated that hazy little mind of his, earning another choked sob from his pretty lips. Though you did at least remove the fleshlight from his sore member, tossing it to the side and lowering the setting of the vibe, still keeping it on low. With this tiny bit of relief, Kakucho sighed, taking a shaky deep breath as he watched you lean over him tantalizingly

“I know what you want, love. It's the same thing you always beg for, right?” You began, placing your free hand next to Kakucho's head and pressing your clothed hard-on against his plugged ass, “You want my cock, don't you? Want this whole thing inside, huh? Need Daddy to rearrange your guts? ”

“Mmhm...please daddy...” He begged so sweetly, even through the exhaustion of overstimulation. It was adorable how someone so big and scary could become so soft and pliant, and it was all because of you. You were the one who had trained Kakucho to be an obedient slut, to lie down and beg for you to abuse his holes however you wanted to, whenever you wanted to. It was your cock that he worshipped and craved, desperate to feel it slide all the way in and stretch his insides. But right now, you only wanted to toy with him. Take advantage of that desperation and break Kakucho's whore brain for a while

That's the reason why you didn't remove the vibrator, turning it up a notch while you dry humped his taped ass. Grinding against him and pushing the toy against his prostate harder, earning a shrill cry from your sweet boy as tears built up in the corners of his eyes. “That felt good, huh? Want me to pound that pretty ass, puppy?” You teased. Kakucho nodded in response, whimpering as his hips stuttered from one particular thrust against him

“Yeah? Ok, c'mere. Lemme get a better angle.” You crawled onto the bed with him, positioning yourself as if you were having regular sex. Picking up Kakucho's thick thighs and humping him again, thrusting against his ass like you did when you railed him with your cock. It was fucking torture! Everything was right except for the problem of your dick not being buried within his ass...and it was frustrating enough for those tears to finally roll down his warm cheeks

Sniffling below you while your hips slammed into his, Kakucho tried to grind against you anyways. Even if you weren't going to dick him down like he wanted, he could at least attempt to get some extra friction and derive some form of pleasure from this... Though the teasing grin on your face caused him to pout, unamused with how much you seemed to enjoy making him literally cry by denying your beloved something as simple as your dick...

The cute display honestly made you chuckle, Kakucho just looked so sweet with a little pout on his lips. Acting like a little brat even though you were about to make him cum for a third time. It was just precious

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[foli-vora]

Congratulations Foli!!! You deserve all those followers and more.

How about #146 “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?” with Frankie? Maybe a friends to lovers vibe? 👀

And no pressure! I know prompts can be hit or miss, muse-wise 💕

hello my angel! thank you so much, and thank you for your request! friends to lovers? baby, you are speaking my language! i had so much fun writing this - i hope you enjoy, lovely!

caught out

frankie morales x f!reader

word count: 2k warnings: STRICTLY 18+ ONLY. masturbation (f), eavesdropping/slight voyeurism, spiiice, bumpin' & grindin', the utter softness that this man makes me feel

[gif by moi]

It’s the need for tools that brings him to your house on a Saturday afternoon, standing outside your pale green front door with his shades shielding his eyes from the warm spring sun. You hadn’t responded to his text of ‘are you home?’ and he briefly wonders if you had plans.

He knocks, waiting a beat before knocking again. Not home, then.

He works his keys from his back pocket and fingers through the different ones until he finds yours, slipping it into the lock and letting himself in. You wouldn’t mind – you never did.

You made it clear when giving him a key that he was free to come and go as he pleased, unlike Benny who was now on a strict policy to only let himself into your home with explicit permission after he ended up eating the leftovers you had saved and were excited to eat after work. The younger Miller barely survived that ordeal. 

He toes his boots off quietly by the door before making a move for your kitchen, knowing the last time he had his wrench set was when he fixed your shitty sink last week. You really need a new one – how many times did he need to fix that thing before you accepted that fact? So stubborn.

It’s when he’s rifling through your cupboard, his sunglasses discarded on the countertop, that he thinks he hears you calling to him. It was definitely his name, and it was definitely you… so maybe you were home. Looking around your place, you wouldn’t think so. No lights were on, no music or TV or any other sounds of life. Maybe you’d been sleeping?

A brief flash of guilt swims in his chest from disturbing you and he straightens, closing the cupboards softly and poking his head out of the kitchen, expecting you to be walking his way with that tender little smile that makes his heart launch into his throat every fucking time.

It was hard, reigning in the force of his not-so-little crush every damn time he saw you. You just worked so well as friends though, he didn’t want to risk ruining what you had with a relationship. And as far as he knew, you weren’t interested in seeing anyone. No… it was better to keep the bond you had as it was now. He’d only screw it up.

You’re nowhere to be found when he looks, and a frown starts to form between his brows.

You call for him again, and something deep in his gut stirs at the way you sound. Were you hurt?

A part of him seemingly knows it’s not that, but a wave of concern grows anyway and washes away the prickle of heat taking over his skin. He steps towards your room, studying the way the door falls open just a crack and your darkened room beyond.

He goes to speak, to reassure you it was him, but stops at the very faint sound of buzzing, a barely there hum filling the air. He wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t so focused on it. Another whimper of his name carries to his ears and it all hits him like lightning.

God, were you –

He sucks in a breath and his hands clench into fists at his sides, his mind now screaming at him to leave. This isn’t right, he shouldn’t be eavesdropping on something so personal, so intimate, like a damn creep.

He should absolutely leave. He should slip out as quickly and quietly as he did upon entering. He needs to leave. Right now. He should leave –

Why can’t he fucking move?

His jeans pull tighter as his cock swells within the confines of them, straining against the rough fabric and throbbing with each mental image his brain throws at him.

Were you completely nude? Were you still dressed, clothes merely shoved haphazardly out of the way in your desperation to get off? How were you positioned? Was it a bullet? A vibrating dildo? How did you look taking it?

“Shit,” he curses lowly, a small curl of disgust at himself building in his gut and snapping him free from the haze of lust and hunger filling his mind.

His hands itch to touch you, to follow your guidance and learn every little thing that makes your breath catch; your toes curl; your hands tighten in his hair until it feels like you’d pull it right out of his scalp…

No.

No, he needs to leave, but then… maybe you wouldn’t mind if he lets his presence known. You are calling for him, after all. It’s his name on your lips while you’re lost in whatever bliss you’re drowning yourself in. His name — no one else's. Does that mean you feel the same as him? Was it purely sexual? Was it –

Lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts, he doesn’t realise how close his leg comes to the vintage console table lining your wall. The corner of the solid timber catches his hip and the thing jolts, an already badly balanced frame falling at the sudden knock and it slaps face down loudly.

Fuck. Fucking fuck. 

The soft noise abruptly stops in your bedroom at the sudden disturbance, and he panics, smoothing his sweaty palms down his jeans and fixing the way they sit over his stiff cock. Hopefully they were tight enough to keep it hidden.

“Hey, it’s me.” He calls, fixing the frame and desperately trying to make it look like he hadn’t been eavesdropping on you getting yourself off.

“Frankie?”

His heart thunders at your voice.

It takes a few moments for you to get yourself together, and in those few moments he thinks of anything and everything to quell the wild erection straining against fly. Fuck, why won’t it go away?

Soon your bedroom door is pulled open and then there you are, your crumpled tee caught in the waistband of your sleep shorts, no doubt from being pulled on in a panic. He tears his eyes away from your body and forces a smile, desperately trying to calm the tremble in his hands.

“Sorry, I was just – I did knock… I thought you weren’t home. I’m just here to grab my wrench set.”

“Oh!” You breathe, clearing your throat softly and discreetly fixing the way your clothes cling to you. “Right. Sorry about that, I must’ve not heard you. Yeah I uh – I moved them into the garage. Um, they’re on the shelf… next to your drill.”

He nods, rocking back onto his heels and digging his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, hoping you don’t notice the way he positions his hands to make sure there’s no evidence of any sort of… obvious lumps.

His tongue runs along his lower lip, deliberating on whether or not to broach the topic. He could leave it right here – take his tools and just leave like the original plan had been. He could keep what you have and not make it awkward, not potentially risk losing the friendship you both had crafted…

Or he could take the risk. He could push it, just a little, and see where it goes. You were calling for him, you were thinking of him… that obviously meant you felt something surely. 

“Were you…”

Say it.

Say it, you fucking coward.

“Were you just masturbating?”

Mortification fills you with a flush of heat along your skin, flooding your cheeks and turning your face to flames. Your flight instinct rears to life in the back of your mind. God, he heard you. How could you explain this? Had he heard you saying his name? Moaning it? Was he uncomfortable?

Of course he’s uncomfortable! You inwardly cringe, your heart that had previously been erratic from your desperation in search of bliss, now hurried due to the panic growing in your chest. Your stomach lurches at the possibility of losing his friendship. You’d done so well hiding your crush over the time you’d known him, and now it was all falling apart.

“U-uh… no. Of course not! I was just –”

He watches you quietly, those beautifully deep, observant eyes flickering across your face as you desperately try to string together an excuse. He knows you’re lying. Of course he knows. He knows you better than anyone – a lie hurriedly crafted in the midst of your humiliation and panic would be all too easy for him to see through.

“Tell me,” he insists, his tone low and soft.

Something about the way he gazes at you, his eyes burning with something you just can’t place – hope? desire? – it gently coaxes the heat that had previously been dowsed back into a flame, settling low and churning in your core. It gives you a small shove of courage, and you squirm a little where you stand.

“Yes,” you admit quietly, “I was.”

He exhales sharply, his throat bobbing with a swallow as he nods, almost expectantly. “And who were you thinking of?”

“You, Francisco. I was thinking of you.”

Silence falls over the both of you, but it’s not uncomfortable. No, the air feels charged. You feel it run along the skin of the back of your neck and down along your spine, the darkening of his gaze building a strong tightening of anticipation in your chest. This can’t be happening… can it?

Finally – he moves, standing straighter and letting his gaze roll along your frame hungrily. “Want some help?”

What? Fuck.

You can’t get the word out quick enough.

“Yes –”

He moves instantly, striding forward and curling a large hand against your skin to cup your cheek before tilting your head and claiming your mouth. Fucking finally.

His moustache tickles in the best of way, as you always suspected. His lips are soft and supple against yours, quickly giving way to an urgency you endeavour to keep up with. You’re weak against him, the strong arm that curls around your back pulling at you until you’re flush against his body.

You surrender to the ferocity of his kiss, parting your lips at the gentle probe of his tongue and meeting it with your own. He groans softly into your mouth, your hands winding around his neck and twisting your fingers into his hair.

The breath leaves your lungs when his hand drops to palm your ass, his fingers digging harshly into the fleshy swell of it and it’s your turn to moan when you feel the noticeable solid bulge in his jeans, pressing and rubbing against your mound.

Still sensitive from your previous attention to it, your clit throbs with each eager grind against his hard cock, the desperate roll of your hips encouraged by the hand planted on your ass. The thin material of your sleep shorts allows you to feel the roughness of his jeans as if there were nothing there at all, and you’re suddenly incredibly thankful for skipping underwear in your hurry to get dressed.

“Is this a bad idea?” You breathe, breaking away from the greedy pursuit of his mouth and blinking at him with a shine of worry growing in your eyes.

Though everything feels so right in the moment, you feel the stirrings of anxiety creep along the edges of your mind.

You adore Frankie – you don’t think you’d cope very well with losing him. The mere idea of it births an ache deep in your chest and you wonder if your friendship would even be salvageable after rubbing up on each other like this. How could you ever act normal around him after feeling and tasting him the way you have?

He takes a moment to try and level his breathing, swiping his tongue along his lower lip and catching the remnants of your saliva. He fights the urge to dive back in for another taste of your mouth as his heart runs wild in his chest, trying to hold back the vicious denial building in his throat.

“I don’t know,” he returns quietly, searching your face for any clues as to your answer. “Is it?”

He waits, hanging suspended in the moment. Can you see the hope in his gaze? The devotion? Can you feel the way he’s wanted this for so long? 

“No,” you decide after a moment of studying him, your fingers toying with the short waves at the nape of his neck, rolling and twisting the silky soft strands. “I don’t think this is a bad idea.”

“No?”

You smile that smile and he feels his chest tighten at the adoring warmth of it. “It’s always been you, Frankie.”

He exhales lightly, the corners of his lips twitching below his moustache with the threat of a smile. His thumb brushes the skin of your cheek and you soak in the affectionate action, your heart wild against your ribs.

“It’s always been you.”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week Five: Baking Cookies or Eating Pie

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis finds you baking in the kitchen and you manage to lift his spirits.

Warnings- Implied Smut.

This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Ahhh thank you! You all are the best and thank you for all your support with this little series. Don't forget to vote on Friday for the next activity shared. Happy Reading!

Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

“Welp till next year.” Curtis gave a sigh, one filled with yearning for next spring when he could roll his Camaro out of the garage into the gleaming sunshine. But now that fall was here and winter wouldn’t be far behind, already the cold was blistering as the winds coming off the lake chased away any illusion of summer, it was time to put her to bed. 

And it was one of the reasons he didn’t look forward to the end of autumn. As much as you loved the cool weather, he much preferred warm summer where the Camaro got to run the roads, bonfires and beer were a nightly thing and his Honey was wearing all the very tempting sundresses. 

You made him appreciate fall a little more, although he probably never really love it because of the cold.

Now that the Camaro was put away safely, he worked on picking up his garage, making sure that his tools were placed back and any of the excess oil and gas he had used was prepared to be properly disposed of. With a wipe of his hands on his rag, he started to go inside. 

Opening the door was a blast of sweet heat, the aroma reminiscent of when his gram was alive. He inhaled deeply as he was sure to close the door behind him, his stomach rolling with desire at what he was smelling. 

You stood at the nearby kitchen countertop, swaying in place while you were sifting flour into a large bowl. Ingredients for your favorite cookies were scattered across the counter in a bit of chaos that you made sense of. “It smells like heaven in here.” Curtis muttered to you while you tossed a grin at him, grabbing at your spoon to give a mix. “What is in the oven?” 

“Your favorite Curtis.”

“The chocolate chunk with flaky sea salt?” He asked rather hopeful.  

You pinched some dough from the nearby chocolate chunk cookie bowl, holding it up for Curtis to taste. He did, enthusiastically, nibbling on your fingertips and sucking all remnants of sugar from them. “You can be my taste tester.” You offered. “But they gotta come out of the oven first.” 

“I'm willing to wait.” Curtis informed you while making his way to the sink to scrub his hands clean from before, then as you continued mixing your cookie dough, he did up the few dishes you used so they were clean for your next use. 

“What are you baking all these for though?” He asked while you popped your batch out of the oven. 

“Bake sale, we’re trying to raise some money for the drama club since their isn’t really any extra this year.” Your tone tinged on frustrated, Curtis knowing fully how strained you were feeling with the school this year. “You finish putting away the Camaro?” 

Swiftly changing the subject, Curtis suspected it was because you were just exhausted about it at this point, he let it slide for your sake. He nodded as he eased into a nearby bar stool opposite of where you were baking. Still nearby, but out of your way. “She is all in bed and waiting for next summer. I was dreading it…” 

“But?” you broke a chocolate chunk cookie in half after it came out of the oven, letting the steam escape to cool off. You leaned across the counter to reach Curtis, offering if to him. 

Taking his first bite, he chewed slowly, savoring it. It was so reminiscent of his childhood that it made him feel so happy right in that moment. “But I come inside to this and suddenly life is fucking good and sweet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He said with sincerity that made you beam happily at him. 

“The garage is heated, right?” You questioned while eating the other half of the cookie, Curtis reaching over to steal another, the gooey chocolate to much of a temptation for him to resist. 

“Yeah, I mean not like the house but I keep it warm. Alot of our water pipes go through the garage and when they freeze its always a bitch to thaw back out.” He stated, more focused on his cookie at the second then what you were starting to hint at. 

“Well…” You lean against the counter, wiggling your brows suggestively at him. “The Camaro might now be driveable but we can still make use of her then.” 

He swallowed suddenly, the suggestive interest flaring in his gaze and now baking cookies was no longer on your agenda. “Pretty Girl, I fucking love the way you think.” He snapped up to a stand, making you giggle as you wriggled out of your apron. “You need to do anymore?” 

“That last batch is due to come out right now.” You tossed your apron on the counter and he tilted his head to the garage. 

“Get your sweet ass in the backseat Pretty Girl, I will be right in.” He grabbed at the pot holders to hurry up and get the sugar cookies out so he could follow after you.

[noctumbra]

        𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐭 

summary ─ yogurt and berries are a good duo, but his kiss makes them taste even better.

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ kissing, sexual innuendos, food being used as seducing tool, sorry sfjdk

You had a secret.

A secret that included your father’s best friend.

You were his secret lover, one that he promised one day he’d tell your father about. You were aware that it wasn’t the right time to tell him, your father, about your relationship, but Bucky promised you that one day he’d be holding your hand and kissing you like a boyfriend should right in front of your father.

You didn’t mind keeping your relationship as a secret for a little while. You actually liked having Bucky all to yourself.

It also made all the stolen glances and sneaking around thing more excited. You could understand what the other was thinking just by looking into each other’s eyes, and now wasn’t different.

You knew Bucky wanted to grab you and just bend you over that kitchen island where you were munching on some berries and yogurt. You were hungry, so when you started eating, you ate a little fast, you see, and got yogurt all over your lips and chin. The cold food freshened you up at this heat, making you hum appreciatively and closing your eyes to savor the taste.

You weren’t aware that Bucky was watching you devour that yogurt and berries.

His blue eyes were now dark as they tracked every movement of yogurt, watched how it got smeared all over your lips and how you closed your eyes to moan softly at the taste. You were confused, at first, but soon it dawned on you that what Bucky was thinking, it was filthy.

You smirked.

“Want some, Mr. Barnes?” You asked him formally just to be brat. “It’s so delicious and fills me right up, makes me feel full, y’know?” Bucky’s eyes darkened even more, and his uninterested expression turned into a warning one.

“No,” he murmured. “I’m good, thank you.” You shrugged. Putting the half-finished cup down, you reached for a big strawberry and bit into it, sucking its juice. Bucky’s eyes watched the way your mouth stretched around the berry, saw your cheeks hollowing at the sucking motion, and he cleared his throat, lightly fidgeting on his seat.

“Berries?” You asked again. He clenched his jaw. His lips were a thin line, and he shook his head. “Suit yourself,” you said. “They’re so juicy, mm.”

Bucky cleared his throat once more and coughed gently. He turned his eyes on his phone and tried not to pay attention to you. You were very fucking distracting, though. It wasn’t long before his eyes flickered up and found you again, watching you suck the juices of the fruit and licking the yogurt spoon.

“Stop it,” he growled under his breath. Thankfully, your father wasn’t around, but he was right outside, talking on the phone. “I know what you’re doin’, stop it.” You looked at him with wide eyes, all innocent.

“I’m not doing anything,” you said with a small voice. “I’m just eating my berries and yogurt.” Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. He could tell so easily that you were lying and knew what you were doing.

“Stop being a brat,” he hissed just when your father walked in. Bucky fake-coughed and looked away.

“Oh, hey Barnes,” your father greeted him. “Did I make you wait long? ‘m sorry.” He sighed and pointed his phone. “Never take a day off this thing.” Bucky chuckled lightly, but it was fake and forced, you could hear it. You hid your grin into your yogurt cup. “Hey, sweetie.” You lifted your head up and presented your cheek to your father.

“Hi, daddy,” you said, using that title on purpose. Bucky stiffened, but your father didn’t seem to notice. Your father hummed. “Want some?” You asked him, pointing your yogurt and berries. Your father smiled.

“No, honey, thank you,” he murmured. Then, his eyes flickered to Bucky’s. “Have you tried them?” He said, his finger pointing at your yogurt cup. Bucky shook his head. “You should. She makes them her own.” He paused and stole a berry. “’s very delicious. Way better than the ones in the supermarkets at least.” He chuckled. Swallowing the fruit, he licked his lips. “Gimme a minute and we can leave,” he told Bucky, who nodded and watched him leave the kitchen with you.

As soon as he was out of sight, Bucky got up from his seat and invaded your personal space in two large steps. “Your own yogurt, huh?” He asked quietly. “Let’s see if it’s as delicious as you say…”

His hands cradled your face, and then, his lips were onto yours. His tongue licked your bottom lip, nipped and sucked it between his own, and when you opened your mouth with a gasp, he slid his tongue inside. It was a messy kiss; tongues and saliva were shared generously and occasional moans and sighs were mutual. When Bucky pulled back after hearing your father’s steps closing in on kitchen, you were breathless. He licked his lips obscenely, humming at the taste.

“Yeah, it is delicious,” he murmured. He plucked a couple berries from your bowl and kissed you once again, chastely, right before your father walked in.

“We can go,” he said, thankfully looking at his phone. “Work is in chaos,” he added. Bucky grunted in sympathy and grabbed his coat, phone and wallet.

“Hey,” Bucky said before they left. “Why don’t you make me a bowl? With the fruits and all. I would like to try homemade yogurt.” You felt your face heating up at his wording and nodded sheepishly. He winked at you. “Thanks.”

The sound of closing door echoed in the throbbing of your clit.

You whimpered quietly. Being a brat always came with its own punishment with Bucky, you knew that. That’s what makes everything better, though, you thought and grinned.

You were going to make him his own homemade yogurt alright.

[bitchinbarzal]

our princess Iris had her rebellious phase

this was influenced by “friends” she is the daughter of the captain of the devils everyone wanted something from her, so they weren't real friends with Iris and they just made her have problems with her family and we can add more drama if Iris starts dating a boy who Nico and mom hate because the boy is a fucking idiot who only takes advantage of the influences that the Hischier family has, and he also tends to manipulate Iris and turn her against her true friends and family

i need family drama lu

Nico had fought with Iris almost everyday of that week before he had to hit the road.

Leaving you to deal with Iris and her idiot boyfriend.

She knew you both didn’t like him and she was using it as a tool. Luca didn’t like what was going on in the family he was feeling the tension and he was how upset you’d get so he always tried to keep the peace.

Iris had asked if she could go into The City to watch a concert with her boyfriend, James.

You said no, knowing that the Rangers were facing off at Madison square Garden for what would be them Clinching their playoff spot, much like Nico and the devils were doing tonight.

The city would be busy and filled with drunk idiots.

She didn’t listen. You were in Long Island at the Barzal’s for some work when Luca called and told you that Iris had snuck out with her friends and boyfriend for the city.

“Ok, I’m going to go find her just don’t tell dad-“

“Too late, I already called him” you cursed your son before apologising and calling your husband who was ultimately and understandably upset and panicking on the other side of the country.

“Neeks, please baby just go and play your best game you can’t do anything here”

That didn’t help though. By the time you located Iris at a bar in the Lower East Side, the game was on the TV and it showed Nico failing horribly.

You found your daughter, pulling her off her chair and surprising her just in enough time to see the devils fail to clinch their playoff spot and you knew why.

You pointed at the TV and said “Congratulations, that? That’s your fault. Get in the car I’m sure your dad wants to speak with you on the phone”

She grumbled something about staying and how much you sucked. You saw red “Iris Katja Hischier you get your ass outside and into that car right now or so help me god you will not see what is coming next for you, you spoilt little entitled brat”

Iris hadn’t ever heard you speak like that and it honestly scared her, scrambling out to the car with you thundering behind her.

In the silent car she stared out the window trying to avoid your eyes and you said “You don’t know what your dad and I did for you in this life Iris, you’re so lucky and you take it all for granted to do what? Impress your loser friends and boyfriend?”

“They’re not losers” she mumbled, trying to push further into the car door.

[communistkenobi]

i never really paid much attention to star wars before the mandalorian so please forgive me if this is super obvious but: are we supposed to view the droids as being kind of alive? beings with artificial intelligence? i was very uncomfortable with how the ugnaughts (sp?) were portrayed in the last episode but i didn’t think much of the droids because always just saw them a technological tool. i was a little surprised when the bartender droid gave their monologue about the droids wanting to work and catch the bad droids, and thought maybe they want to work to fulfill their programming. but maybe i should have been more considerate. (i am kind of a dumb bitch too tho so maybe this is just something that’s super obvious to most people and not me :s)

Narratively I think droids are supposed to represent an advanced form of automation - astromechs are navigational droids that handle the immense amount of math that’s required to travel through space, droids like C3PO house linguistic and cultural information for diplomatic purposes, etc. I think originally, given that Star Wars was created prior to the internet being a thing, they were used to represent mass sums of human information, but access to that information was restricted to wherever those droids happened to be in spacetime. They’re essentially mobile computers, but not in the way we think of them (eg phones). But because they’re mobile and have to communicate with human beings without any touch screens or interfaces, especially in the case of droids like C3PO, they are by default anthropomorphised. It’s on par with people naming their roombas. These are tasks that are within human capability, but have been offloaded and automated to make everyone’s lives easier (and probably also many financial and political reasons, but that gets into like, the political economy of Star Wars, which if you talk about that you threaten to take Star Wars too seriously).

But, given how expansive Star Wars is, the answer to your question is maybe sometimes. Chopper in Rebels seems to fill the role of the beloved family pet. L3-37 in Solo is explicitly calling for droid liberation and insists that she and all other droids are equal to organics. Mouse droids likewise seem to be viewed as robotic animals. Mando again makes equivalent droid automation and slave labour.

However, this becomes complicated because there are also actual slaves in Star Wars. The clones are the most obvious example, but the twi’lek as a species also are often enslaved. There are also slaver “planets” and “races” who base their economy off of the buying and selling of slaves (that was in the clone wars, I can’t remember what episodes though). Droid liberation is often framed as inherently farcical in the franchise, but “droid liberation” also exists as a form of deracialised political action, and I mean that in the real world sense - droids are not analogous to a given real world conflict or historical process the way that like, twi’lek are (who even have french accents and speak space french! Now Filoni is an idiot and says this is because he’s drawing inspiration from the French Revolution as opposed to the much more appropriate and obvious Haitian Revolution, but whatever). So when drawing parallels between slavery as a thing in Star Wars and slavery as a real world historical process, it becomes frustrating to talk about, because droid lib is both set-up and punchline, but it’s also the most “acceptable” way to explore ending slavery in SW because it means the white writers don’t have to engage with systemic racial oppression in a way that might make them feel uncomfortable. As a comparison, there are multiple episodes in clone wars where clones refuse to follow orders or try to escape and they’re treated as defective or wrong or insane. That shit fucking sucks and it takes on a much more insidious tone than “haha, the droids want weekends off. how cute.”

And then the counter COUNTER problem with that, which is explicitly invoked in The Mandalorian, is that droids are essentialised to their code or “base functions.” These are facts about a droid that are intrinsic to their nature and cannot be altered or removed, and to attempt otherwise means perverting the “true nature” of droids - they are doomed to be what they were created for (I guess forget about IG-11 being rehabilitated lol). So when you call them slaves, and then insist they are forever shackled to their programming, that’s not a neutral storytelling choice, and you are essentially invoking the idea that there are some races or people for whom slavery is more naturally suited. Which is explicitly a white supremacist idea. And given the context of this storyline in The Mandalorian’s broader political problems, it becomes particularly nefarious.

All this to say - droids are maybe slaves. It depends on the story being told and why, it depends on the writer, etc. But when analogising it to real world history it becomes fraught, given that there are actual slaves in SW who are intended as obvious parallels to real world acts of slavery in human history, a thing that is omnipresent in star wars while also being largely ignored or dismissed by the writers

[niilue]

I kinda want to know if u have any spicy headcannons on bleach boys😏

well i have some, i think almost all the characters i have something but i chose three... enjoy <33

⠀ renji abarai- yumichika ayasegawa, urahara kisuke ⠀

⊹HEADCANONS⊹

cw; mention of bdsm, nipple play, praise, degradation, sex toys, being filmed, breeding, feminization, pet play, gender neutral

༉‧₊˚ sub renji

i feel like renji is the type that likes to have his nipples played with more than anything else. he is very sensitive and his nipples tend to get super red and swollen. just touching him with your fingers would make his dick start leaking.

just massaging them over his clothes would get him so excited, getting as close as he can to your body so you can suck on them and leave marks all over his chest. it's amazing how much this turns him on.

he also loves it when you use nipple clamps, it makes him hyper sensitive and he could even come just by kissing them. he gets so turned on when you imitate being fed by her big breasts, it drives him crazy.

another thing he loves is that when you fuck, you tell him how much you want to impregnate him. that you plan to fill him until all your fluids can't hold inside him and run down his legs.

he really wants a family and for you to tell him that you plan to get him pregnant every time you come inside him makes him feel so embarrassed because he knows it's not possible. but it makes him fantasize to the limit. and he loves that every chance you get you mention to him how good his asshole looks when he' s all filled up.

although he is still learning about it, he likes pet play. he likes to be your cute little submissive. he likes you to put him on a leash and tell him what to do. he likes to kneel in front of you and cuddle on your legs, like a needy puppy.

that puts him in an incredible obedience mode. he just wants you to command, to do whatever you want with him. he is willing to obey. he also wants you to fuck him while he is on a leash and guide his movements with that.

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༉‧₊˚ sub urahara

this man, he loves to experiment and try new things, it's no secret. so when he discovered the world of "bdsm" he was like a kid opening a christmas present. there was so much he didn't know yet, but what he did know, he loved it.

for example, being pushed to the limit, he always loves it too much. you tie him to the bed, to a chair, wherever. you cover his eyes and use various tools to test his body. the pain, he loves it so much, the way you take control, play with his body, whip him, and make him squirm. being at your mercy like that is too good for him.

he wants to do everything you say, he wants to be your plaything. he wants to try everything you want to do. he doesn't care. his sex life is so much better now that you do this. you really push him to the limit.

sex toys, it's another world. you don't know how much he has bought on the internet. whatever is new, he wants it. even though he loves everything you do to him, no need for toys. the truth is that sometimes you are not there for him and well he is just too… needy. so experimenting and playing with himself is something he does very often. and this whole world of sex toys makes him very happy.

the first time you saw him with a fuck machine, you almost fell on your face. so in his room he had bought this device which you put a dildo in and it had a lever that moved back and forth, simulating thrusts. so he was holding his ass while this device did the job you were supposed to do. it was very erotic. moaning, eyes rolling and mouth open while saliva inevitably dribbled out of his mouth.

despite urahara's attitude, he likes it when you degrade him while fucking. you make him feel like a little thing. you hold his face in your hands and tell him what a slut he is. or how pathetic he is for cumming so fast.

there's something that turns him on too much. look down on him and yell at him. tell him that sometimes he doesn't satisfy you enough and then that gives him the perfect opportunity to be more morbid the next time. pull his hair, bite every part of his body while telling him how easy and kinky he is.

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༉‧₊˚ sub yumichika

this beautiful man… well no secret that he loves it when you compliment him. he loves it when you tell him what a good boy he is. tell him he looks beautiful while he orgasms. how good he moves for you, the way he takes you completely. what a good boy he is, it turns him on. a lot. he loves to be told how good and cute he is.

like when he's sucking you, you massage his dark hair and tell him that his mouth is so comfortable and hot, that he's doing great, that looking at him that way his lips look so appetizing. that makes him get more motivated and suck with more love, making you almost come with just a few licks.

yumichika loves to be filmed. he loves to be filmed while doing dirty things. well he also loves to film himself and tease you while you are not with him. it really turns him on. watching himself being fucked or while touching himself. he loves to relive that, his own nudes turn him on like that.

when he knows he's being filmed he gets even wilder and more flirtatious. he makes faces at you, touches you and gets so submissive. moving so seductively and letting out the most obscene sounds from his sinful mouth. he moans like never before and tells you to fuck him until you can't walk. it drives you crazy.

he loves to be feminized, he adores it. he loves skirts, colorful stockings, putting on nice gloves. women's underwear, he loves it. it makes him feel so pretty and sexy.

it's very common that you come home and he's somewhere in the house with just some nice thongs. it turns you and him on so much that image. exposing his nice smooth ass. you can't hold back much and you just want to eat and fuck that ass. he really likes to fuck with girl's clothes on. if he's wearing a thong you put it aside and penetrate him.

or wear a nice skirt and fishnet stockings and instead of taking them off you rip the stockings off and put it all inside him. as he bounces on you watch the skirt tuck in and just expose a little bit of his ass. or massage his chest when he has a bra on, it makes him feel so feminine. he loves it.

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

We Are TroubleD - "A Breathtaking View"

Written as a part of @whumperofworlds' WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Day 14 (my chosen prompts are bolded): Guilt / Chased / "I bought you time, use it!"

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Content warnings: Blood (minor), captivity, difficulty breathing, fear (and fear of death), inability to breathe, injuries (bruises, leg, minor cuts), loss of consciousness/passing out, manhandling, physical abuse (kicking, punching, slapping, strangling), potential character death, recapture, restraints, strangulation, struggling, swearing

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            The escape attempt hadn’t gone well for D. While T had been able to slip out and actually get away, D… well…

            Once his friend left, D had managed to make a decent dent in his ankle cuff by focusing on the strap that held the metal loop securing the chain. He had weakened the leather considerably by raking the scissor blades across the spot over and over, and finally, after a lot of yanking and twisting, it had popped open. At last, he was free from the shackle that tethered him to the wall. The cuff itself was still attached to him, but he could work with that. 

            He hastily stuffed the scissors under his mattress, then bolted into the main area of the basement and scanned around for the window that T had used to escape. There was a chair pushed up to one of the walls, and he figured that was the spot.

            His breath caught at the sound of floorboards squeaking above him. Shit, shit shit! His captor was awake! It was do or die now. No time to waste. He scurried up the chair, slid the glass open, hoisted himself up, and stuck his front half out into the world.

            Cool morning air filled his lungs, so crisp and refreshing that his heart wanted to sing. He could see the sky again without a windowpane separating him from it. The sun hadn’t quite crested the horizon yet, but it was marching along. And the grass… God, he never thought he’d miss seeing grass.

            The image was ripped away far too quickly though. There was no warning, just an instantaneous action– an unseen hand grabbed his ankle and yanked, violently jerking him back through the window frame. In a frenzy he grasped for anything he could find, but there was nothing around him large enough to latch onto.

            D crashed to the basement floor with a howl of pain as he landed on his right leg. It cushioned him a little bit, but it was not a short distance to fall. He couldn’t even process what had just happened before his captor was behind him seizing his arms and holding them securely behind his back.

            “THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?!” he demanded.

            D was aghast as he was pulled to his feet.

            “Get off of me!” he threw his whole body to try to wriggle free of the man’s grasp, but that only caused him to be drawn in tighter and held against his captor’s chest.

            A strong hand wrapped itself around his throat and applied pressure, not enough to choke, but enough to send a warning.

            “STOP!” D shouted, tossing his head, but he was suddenly quite scared.

            “How the fuck did you get free?!” the man squeezed his throat a little tighter and D stilled for his own safety, swallowing hard. He pulled in a few shallow gasps as he thought about his answer, his heart pounding.

            “Dull tool… sharp wit…” he croaked. A small cocky smile pulled at the edge of D’s lips. It wasn’t the time for sass, but snark made him feel better.

            “Real explanation, boy.” the grip tightened, so much so that D could no longer answer him.

            D strained until the man’s hand loosened, allowing him to suck in deep breaths again. Unfortunately, there was virtually no time to recover before he was pushed toward the storeroom. He planted his feet, but his captor just swiveled him around and dragged him backwards. D growled and flailed again.

            The boy was furious, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think this wouldn’t be a possibility. It had taken him a long time after T had left to work through the strap. It truly was just a matter of time before his captor woke up and came to check on them. The odds of D being caught were pretty high.

            Still, he had that stupid little glimmer of hope in his mind once he was free. The second he stuck his front out the window and smelled the dew on the leaves… heard the birds chirping their morning melodies…

            D grit his teeth, snarling, kicking, and thrashing against the man’s grasp. His intention wasn’t exactly to get away—though he would try to run again if he got the chance—he just wanted to slow the bastard down a bit and make it harder to pull him back into the storeroom… Anything to buy T more time to find help.

            Why not poke the hornet’s nest a bit while he was at it, too?

            “Mad you got outsmarted?” D taunted. “Yeah, I bet so, you piece of shit. I almost got away with it, too. You’re lucky I went for the window and not for your throat. I’ll get through both next time.”

            A heavy fist collided with his skull and D was momentarily stunned, but quickly shook off the feeling with a smirk.

            “Getting to you, hm? Can dish out taunts, but can’t take them? You’re pathetic.”

He was punched again, harder this time. It took D a little longer to bounce back from that one, but he laughed, a little weaker than before.

            “It’s almost over for you and you have no idea. We won, bitch.”

            His captor was probably about to indulge him by asking what he was talking about when they reached the storeroom. He took one look over his shoulder to navigate inside, however, and saw that both mattresses were empty. His nails dug into D’s arms.

            “WHERE IS HE?!” he bellowed.

            D lifted his head, staring his captor right in the eyes as he flashed him a smug, shit-eating grin.    

            “Gone.”

            The man roared and ripped something off of the wall- another set of thick leather cuffs. D was swung around and thrown to the floor where his wrists were shackled swiftly behind him. Still, he kept up his goading smile.

            “Tie me up again, sure. You’re a one-trick pony. It doesn’t matter either way; I’m not scared, and you’re too late. Help’s on its way.”

            A sharp kick connected with his ribs and D yipped, then groaned out a swear as he curled in on himself. It was the only thing that gave him pause.

            “Shut up you fucking brat! Where did he go?!” his captor flipped D over to face him, and D, battered but still combative, pressed his lips together and shook his head.

            He was slapped across the face. D might not have been scared in the moment, but the man apparently was.

            D felt something dribble from the side of his mouth, and he licked at it. Blood. Huh. Imagine that.

            “WHERE. DID. HE. GO?” another slap, but D stared defiantly back up at him.

            “Get fucked.”

            He only made a small gasp when the man’s hands were back on his neck, progressively constricting it tighter and tighter.

            “You won’t… kill me…” D challenged, and he knew it was true. The whole point of his stay here was to be ransomed. His parents would have no reason to pay this asshole if he was dead.

            The grip became more intense.

            “Last chance, boy. Where. Is. He?”

            D sputtered and quivered, his body fighting on its own to breathe. His thoughts were growing fuzzy, the need for air slowly beginning to overtake his loyalties.

            “I don’t… know… He ran…” he choked out.

            But the hands didn’t leave his throat… they only pressed tighter. Panic flashed in D’s eyes; He thought he’d be released after giving up some information. It was intentionally vague, but it was the truth. The threat had worked, at least a little bit.

            Black dots danced before his eyes, and he gave another desperate shudder, frantically trying to suck in a breath to plead for his life. The links on his cuffs rattled angrily as he struggled and shook. The world was falling away.

            No… It couldn’t end like this…

            His vision tunneled, darkness encroaching on all sides.

            ‘T… I need you… please…’

            Then there was nothing.

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Day 14!

If you're clicking through these and wondering why you just jumped from day 5 to day 14, it's because I decided to post these in the order that made the most sense for my story chronologically. This whole escape scenario kind of blossomed far beyond what I expected it to and wound up becoming its own mini story, so here we are! I couldn't wrestle the prompt days in order to fit the story I wanted to tell, so that's why they're hopping around a bit. Sorry!

Entries for the other days are coming. To see the entries in event prompt day order, please see my event participation masterpost (coming soon, will be linked here when it's up).

If you have any questions, you can always ask me, but hopefully you can find everything I've written for this event in whichever order suits your fancy from the links up above!

Thanks for reading!

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[kenjakusbrainstem]

Goodnight (Kenjaku x Reader)

Contains: mentions of suicide, death, throat slitting, piv sex, painplay, degredation, gagging, choking, hair pulling, fingering, spanking, forced orgasm, clit torture, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, face slapping, creampie, biting to bleed, cervix fucking.

Yo! This has been on my mind for about a month and I admit I was afraid to write and post it. I don't have much to say other than writing this sure did make me feel many emotions. Hopefully someone finds it as enjoyable to read as I did to write. Please reblog and let me know what you thought of it! I love you.

It was sometime after midnight and the city was mostly silent, which is to be expected following the attack on Shibuya. Your goal had been simple, clear out some of the weaker sorcerers. You did your best, but your body had never felt more broken.

If someone were to look at you now, it would be pretty hard to guess that you'd been a worthy opponent. Propped up against a destroyed car, you sat waiting for death. You'd been stabbed by a cursed tool that inflicted poison damage to you, cut off from any others you were with and with no reverse curse technique.

You'd sat down to rest your broken leg, but the pain and throbbing in your veins kept you from trying to get back up. A dagger rested in your hands. You normally used it in close combat, but you had drawn it now with the intention of ending your own life. As painful as the poison was however, you were too much of a coward to go through with it.

Over the sound of various curses wandering around, you heard soft footsteps on the road behind you. Turning your head around to see who or what approached, you gripped your dagger tightly in case the sorcerer had come to finish you off.

"Are you hiding like that to attack? I though I chose better allies than that," a soft voice from the other side of the vehicle said. How did they approach so quickly and without you noticing?

Everything was processing slowly for you though, the voice and words should have given away the identity of the man behind you. Yet your pain addled mind was slow at connecting things at the moment. He took a step around the broken car, and you felt relief fill you.

"Master Geto! I can barely move right now, could you help me? I haven't seen any other curse users in over an hour," you admit you felt a little frantic as you spoke. The first person to come across you is the man that you'd been following, what are the odds? A lack of worry on his face at the sight of your body did alarm you however.

You sat the dagger on the ground near him and held out your hand, expecting him to help you up. He did not.

Squatting down, he picked up the dagger before studying you more closely. His hand reached out and touched your obviously broken leg. The hand sliding up your shin to you knee, the skin there purple and swollen.

For a moment, you thought he was going to use reverse curse technique to heal you, even if you'd never seen him use it. Even more unexpectedly, he squeezed the damaged flesh causing you to cry out in pain. Jerking your leg away wasn't an option, so you just squirmed under his painful grip.

"This isn't your only injury, you've been poisoned haven't you?" Geto's grip on your leg lessened as he spoke. Hand now reaching out to your forehead. There was a burning cut above your eye, several others littered your face and body. They'd all been from the poisoned weapon.

The new pain in your leg had taken your voice away so you just nodded in agreement. You knew the cuts had looked worse due to the poison, which was probably how he could tell.

Wiping some of the blood off of your forehead, he brought it to his nose, as if he could tell the poison based on the scent. A sound of acknowledgment left him before he brought the finger down to his lips, sucking the blood from it.

"If you'd only been stabbed once, this wouldn't be a fatal wound. The concentration of the cursed poison in your blood shows that you've surpassed the limit of what would be a fatal dose. I'd say you only have about two hours left to live," Geto stood to his full height while he spoke.

Of course he wasn't going to help you. Of course you were just going to die here. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes at the confirmation of what you'd already known.

"There's nothing you can do? Please, I'll do anything, I'm too scared to die," you begged. Knowing it was pointless made you beg harder, in a way. You weren't particularly strong, so there was no serious motivation in saving you.

A wicked smile you weren't used to seeing from him graced his lips. He stared down at you with a hungry look in his eyes. He lifted the dagger in front of you, turning it in his hand as if to study it.

"Why ask for help? You weren't waiting to attack with this, you were planning to kill yourself," his voice condescending, as if he hadn't expected someone on his side to choose this end.

You thought for a moment, staring up at him.

"I was too afraid, Master Geto, I just don't want to hurt anymore. Suicide is too much to bear, but you could help me, couldn't you? I can't offer you much, but I need you to finish me off," your begging had turned a corner into something much darker. Surely he'd at least grant you this? You had nothing left to offer him though and you knew he didn't just hand out favors.

He laughed, a light airy sound you weren't expecting to hear. While pleased, the implication made your head throb with confusion.

"Most humans beg to be saved when faced with death, they beg til the bitter end. Very few have begged me to just kill them, even with how afraid you are, you still want that? You're trembling already and I'm just watching you," Geto said. You were unsure how to answer, if he had done this before, why the hold up now?

You were even more confused by the tone he used, it was far too suggestive for the situation. Plus, now that you thought of it shouldn't he be somewhere more important? He'd put so much planning into this attack, why was he just standing above a resigned-to-death nobody like yourself?

It hurt to move but you sat up straighter, hoping to look more resolved despite the pain coursing through you.

"Maybe, maybe you could make my end less painful than the poison? You can use my body however you like, I know I'm just a lowly curse user but you can still do anything you want to me to motivate you," perhaps the poison had done more damage to your brain than you realized. The words coming out of your mouth surprised you almost as much as the widening grin on his face.

The ominous grin on his face widened, Kenjaku had already set his plans into motion after absorbing Mahito. He was on his way out of Shibuya, and not in too much of a rush. Perhaps this could be his reward for a plan well executed and good stress relief for his vessel?

"Offering up your body? Not new but I still think it's tempting enough. It isn't like you're good for anything other than pleasures of the flesh, and I'm sure you worked so hard for me," he stepped forward, feet resting on either sides of you knees. "Since you're so afraid of death, let me ease you into it."

The adrenaline in your veins momentarily overrode the pain, the thought of him agreeing to help you was surprising. You hadn't served him for long, but the thought of him using you for pleasure had crossed your mind.

Unfortunate that it was while you waited at death's door.

"Thank you Master Geto," you let out a nervous breath you hadn't noticed you were holding. Leaning your upper body toward him, you reached out to tough his thigh. The movement had you dizzy though, your mind spinning at the slight exertion. Either the blood loss or the poison was affecting your mind, it was hard to form a sentence.

His hand laid atop your own as he moved his robes enough to expose himself. The thick cock in front of you was nestled in a small patch of groomed curls, it was only semi-erect. Another hand came down to fist itself in your hair, forcing you to sit up straighter.

"I've finished using that name tonight, as another gift to you, I'll allow you to use my name, call me Kenjaku," he spoke as he stepped a little closer, forcing closeness upon you. You could smell his scent, sweat and something earthy you couldn't quite place.

Opening your mouth without resistance you allowed him to guide his cock into your mouth. You chose to ignore the revelation of the man's name, focusing on the weight of the bulbous head on your tongue.

What did it matter to you anyway? The stitches across his forehead should have clued anyone into the fact that there was something different about him. No matter his real motives or identity, he was showing you mercy, and you'd worship this false idol for the honor of being between his legs.

Despite your best attempt at taking his cock into your throat, it was hard to breathe due to your wounds, causing you to gag around him. The hand he held atop yours squeezed, making you grip onto his thigh harder. It then moved to rest on the back of your head, guiding you steadily up and down his cock.

"Open your mouth as wide as you can for me. Make sure to get this vessel's cock nice and wet," Kenjaku paused for a moment, to allow you to open your mouth.

You whined around the thick cock in your mouth at the stretch on your jaw, feeling one of the cuts on your cheek opening back up. The pain had tears springing up in your eyes again.

The hands on your head eased you all the way down, til your nose was pressed into the curls at the base of his cock. The head pressed its way into your throat, blocking off oxygen.

You looked up through glossy eyes, in your hazy mind he looked like a god. Long hair flowing down his shoulders and sharp eyes staring a hole into you. The way his robes were spread exposed a thin line from his built chest down to his exposed cock, he truly was a divine sight to see.

You gagged as Kenjaku's cock pressed even further into your throat. The hands slowly pulled you off him though, relief filled you but only for a second, before he slammed your face back into his pelvis.

The pace at which Kenjaku fucked your face almost made you regret begging for this. The sound of his hips meeting your lips was obscene, especially when paired with the constant stream of your gagging whimpers. Your throat was burning from the way his thick cock pressed too far down it, forcing you to choke.

You tried to relax and allow him to fuck your throat but it was too much, you pressed into his thigh, trying to get him to slow down. The hands in your hair tightened their grip, stilling your face. You thought for a moment that he'd shown you even more mercy.

Unfortunately you were wrong, holding your head still this time, Kenjaku buried his cock into your throat again. He forced you to stay still, nose pressed into his pelvis as he ground his cock as far into the back of your throat as he could press it. A small moan escaping his lips, barely audible to you over your own noises.

Kenjaku thrust a few more times deep into your throat before pulling his cock out of your mouth. You harshly gasped for breath, trying to fill your aching lungs. With every breath though you were reminded of the situation you found yourself in. Breathing hurt as it put pressure on your sore, possibly broken ribs. Bringing a hand up to your face, you held your abused jaw, fingers also trying to cover the reopened cut on your face.

"Did that hurt? You were just begging to be used, you didn't think I would be gentle did you?" Kenjaku teased while he lazily pumped his wet cock.

You hadn't expected him to be gentle, especially considering this was payment for him to put you out of your misery. However you hadn't expected to enjoy the lack of mercy in the way he treated you.

Looking up at him, you were filled with a desire that overrode your pain filled body. You leaned back, resting against the car behind you. He watched silently as you used your hand to lift and spread your broken leg. Hiking up your torn skirt, you exposed your underwear to him.

The poison was making you feel odd, much harder to focus on anything other than Kenjaku before you. Hopefully he's fuck you quickly, before your wounds took you.

"As useful as you were tonight, who knew the best use for you would be my personal slut? But don't forget, this part is for me," Kenjaku reached out as he spoke. One hand wrapping around your arm and the other under your ass. Before you knew it he'd lifted you into the air and pressed you into his body.

Kenjaku had lifted you effortlessly, his strength would have amazed you had you not been in so much pain from the sudden movement. The yelp that left your lips at the pain was silenced by his mouth on yours. It was as if he was trying to silence your screams.

His teeth bit into your bottom lip, biting hard before kissing you violently. You whined into his mouth at the pain shooting up your leg and the blood seeping into your kiss from the lip wound. Craning your neck up into the kiss made your head throb, and trying to kiss him back was so hard when he was devouring your moans.

The pain of standing was too much for you however, stumbling into him further, you broke the kiss. The only thing keeping you from falling was his tight grip around you waist.

Kenjaku pressed your bodies together tighter, supporting you for a moment before moving his hands to your hips and lifting you off the ground again. It was as if you were a ragdoll or a puppet to him with the way he manipulated your body.

"You can barely stand, I should just fuck you and get this over with," as he spoke Kenjaku pressed you up against the car you'd been laying on. The metal was cool but sharp at the angle he'd pressed you into it.

You moaned as the pressure was taken off your broken leg and at the sensation of Kenjaku pinning you with his body. His cock grinding into your thigh turned you on more than him fucking your mouth had. You were eager for him to fill you regardless of how this would end.

"Please, Kenjaku," you begged hoarsely against his chest. Leaning into him again you nipped at the exposed skin on his chest.

Craning your neck up you moved to kiss his neck, but the thick fingers against your scalp made you freeze. Your head was violently jerked back by your hair, ripping you out of the idea that this would be peaceful love making. The man before you was merciful, kind at times, but the hollow kindness should have set off alarm bells in your head before you even joined him.

Kenjaku forced your body up onto the car hood, slamming your body down with more force than he needed to. Your body ached at the rough treatment. Grabbing your thighs he pulled you toward him, keeping your ass hanging off the car.

You wanted to sit up but the looking up at him you could tell it would be unpleasant for you. So you laid there as he manipulated your body. Roughly, suddenly he flipped you over, your chest slamming into the car and taking the already shortened breath from your lungs.

"Please? Are you begging me to fuck you or kill you? You don't even know do you?" Kenjaku chuckled darkly as he spoke. He pushed your skirt up, hand smoothing over your clothed ass before sharply smacking it.

You yelped in response to his spanking, even through the material it felt painful. You felt something cool against your skin followed by the night air on you bare ass. Looking behind you, you saw Kenjaku holding the dagger you'd previously used, he'd used it to cut through your panties.

You opened your mouth to say something but the thought was ripped from your mind by a hard slap to your bare ass. Your shout of pain turned into a moan as Kenjaku roughly thrust two thick fingers into your pussy. The stretch of sudden penetration hurt, but not as much as you'd anticipated. It had been quite some time since someone had filled you, yet he slipped inside with ease.

"I'm surprised how wet you are considering how weak your body is right now. Good for you that the poison didn't stop your body's reaction to pleasure," Kenjaku's words were more of an observation than anything meant to arouse you. The fingers inside you scissored and probed around, preparing you and searching for the spot that'd make you scream for him.

The thick fingers felt so good, emptying your mind of the aches all over your body. It was regretful that you'd never thought to proposition him before this moment. Kenjaku's fingers felt so nice as they rubbed against your spot, your vision going fuzzy and a moan leaving your lips. You heard him hum in acknowledgement behind you as he jammed his fingers harshly into your spot.

The whining moan that left your lips was broken by another violent slap to your ass. You could feel yourself clenching hard around the fingers inside you. Another swift set of slaps to your ass had you pressing your face into the hard metal below you to stifle the sounds leaving you.

All of a sudden, Kenjaku's fingers were gone from your body. You barely had a chance to turn and see what he was doing before you felt the thick head of his cock pressing against you.

Kenjaku thrust inside of you, filling you completely with one hard thrust. A choked moan fell from your lips, his cock was too big for what little preparation he'd given you. Not giving you any time to think, he set a fast pace, thrusting into you harshly.

While Kenjaku fucked into you, a steady stream of cries filled the air, it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. The smacks against your ass now had lost any of the gentleness the others had. Your cries turned to screams as he split you open and continues to steadily amp up the force of his spankings.

As if the pace of Kenjaku's fucking wasn't enough, your sore body was so overwhelmed. The pleasure he was giving you lit a bright fire in your guts, while the force was digging your body back into the metal and banging your broken body against the side of the car.

It hurt so bad, but felt so good.

His hand wound itself in your hair, tangling at the root once again, yanking your head back. The gesture cause your back to arch, arms flailing as you moved them to support your upper body. You felt a would on your forehead start to bleed again at the pressure on your scalp, blood running down your face.

Kenjaku's other hand came up to hold your chin, keeping your face still before squeezing your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You opened your mouth without hesitation, not wanting him to squeeze your cuts anymore.

His fingers shoved violently in your mouth, the taste of your own juice and blood coated your tongue. Three fingers filled your mouth as he kept fucking into you at a brutal pace. You tried to suck on the fingers but your jaw still hurt from earlier. Drool spilled out of your mouth and down your chin.

You moaned in pain around the fingers as they pressed further into your mouth with each of Kenjaku's brutal thrusts. They pressed in so far that it felt like you were choking on them. Breathing was already so hard, trying to breathe with his fingers in your mouth was next to impossible.

"You should- be quiet. We don't want- to be interrupted- do we?" Kenjaku said between thrusts. You whimpered around the fingers as they pressed into your tongue. The hand in your hair loosened, leaving you to hold yourself up with your arms.

Trying to appease him you greedily sucked on the fingers, hoping the pressure would stop. Kenjaku's hand that had been in your hair pressed in between your shoulder blades, holding you steady as he fucked into you even harder. The cock deep inside you slamming against your cervix with every thrust.

The hand on your back, grounding just a moment ago turned violent in an instant. Nails digging into the already bruised flesh and raking down our back. You could feel the skin tearing as he brought his hand to a stop at your tailbone.

You tried to scream around the fingers in your mouth but they slid out, Kenjaku's hand clamping over your lips to keep you quiet. Tears slid down your cheeks, mixing with blood and drool.

Kenjaku fucked into you hard, burying his cock inside of you and not moving. His cock jammed up against your cervix was pushing you to your limits. Slapping your ass one more time, he pulled his hand from your mouth.

Screaming wasn't worth it, you didn't want help after all, this is where you wanted to be. Quiet sobs left you as he gripped onto your hips with both hands before lifting up your body and flipping you onto your back.

The sudden movement, the pain and the poison in your body all mixed together to form a dizziness in your mind. The world was spinning around you, sounds and sights blending together. You saw a darkness at the corners of your vision and had the brief thought that this bust be the end for you.

A slap across your face brought you back. The cuts on your face and now back stung. Looking up you saw Kenjaku, his face slightly flush with a smirk still plastered on his face.

"You can't die yet, not until I'm done using you. Besides you haven't even gotten off yet. Once you cum on this vessel's cock I'll finish you off," the hand that slapped you held your face as Kenjaku spoke. Like he wanted to make sure you knew what was coming.

You nodded dumbly, not fully paying attention to him as he spoke, but understanding that it would all be over soon.

As Kenjaku began thrusting inside of you again, he lifted your broken leg up onto his shoulder. The angle allowing him to press his thick cock further inside, you'd never felt this torn apart before.

Through teary eyes you watched as he continued fucking you, his hair flowing messily around him and robes that had opened further. It would be an honor to die with him inside you.

Kenjaku's hand on your leg slid down to the swollen knee and squeezed again. Pain filled your body again and it was hard to even focus on the thick cock fucking into you. You brought a hand up to muffle the moans coming out of you.

He smirked down at your broken body, squeezing you knee once more as his other hand dropped to your clit. Roughly circling the nub with his thumb, Kenjaku was focused now on making you cum.

In between your sobs of pain, moans started to force their way out of you, the pleasure from his cock and fingers was too much.

Kenjaku's fingers pinched and squeezed your clit, even slapping the poor, sensitive nub a few times. Pressing the blunt nail of his thumb into it, he settled on grinding his thumb down harshly. Kenjaku fucked into you with a force that took your breath away.

You felt yourself torn, the pain thrumming through your veins and the fire of pleasure burning a hole in your gut, a dam inside you broke as you felt yourself spasm and gush, cumming all over Kenjaku's cock.

The feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock was too much, Kenjaku continued to fuck you through your orgasm as he finished inside you, filling you completely with his cum.

Thrusting in to the hilt one last time, Kenjaku dropped your broken leg as he leaned over your battered body. Blood caked your face and clothing, you were still shivering from your violent orgasm.

Kenjaku's face was just above yours when you opened your eyes. A soft smile you had never seen before graced his handsome features. Truly angelic was the way he looked to you.

He lowered himself to your lips, kissing you with a gentleness you wouldn't have thought him capable of. Tongues twinning together as you felt his arms shuffling around you.

You were too distracted by the kiss to notice the dagger he brought to your neck until the cool metal bit into your flesh. Gasping into the kiss as he sliced the blade deep across the meat of your throat.

Your mouth filled with blood soundlessly, he continued kissing you softly until your body stopped moving. Lifting his face from yours, he saw a surprisingly peaceful look on your bruised features.

"Good night," Kenjaku whispered.

[gynandromorph]

the reason my hand is so fucked up right now is because i spent like a week and a half drawing this folie a dupe strip, which is still majorly unfinished, and will probably be around 40,000 pixels tall... i can't even say it wasn't worth it, i feel like it was. it was unique for a folie a dupe strip.

in the end, it's supposed to have a background like this

and textured edges like this

which will make it unfortunately pretty time-consuming to finish. right now i can't even do the bare minimum and use the fill tool or dab the textures around the edges without feeling significant strain, though, so that sucks.

[hannahhook7744]

Marlene Carver, Daughter of Jason Carver and Tammy Thompson;

Trigger warnings; underage drinking, one night stands, and tattoos.

Her full name is Marlene Christine Carver.

She is fifteen years old.

She is the daughter of Tammy Thompson and Jason Carver (and the result of a grief-filled, one night stand a couple years after Chrissy died).

This resulted in a loveless (but cordial, friendly) marriage because Jason knew he was never gonna be able to move on from Chrissy (he was right) and Tammy didn’t care who she married as long as she was married (so her parents would stop asking pushy questions).

Her best friend is thirteen year old Marshall ‘Flex’ Hagan. 

Marlene is a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school. 

She also does ballet and is a big fan of pop and country music (as well as musicals).

She loves farming, shopping, gardening, and singing (and she is a good singer but thinks otherwise because she thinks that her mother is a good singer).

Oh and she’s also a total foodie (despite sucking at cooking) and a theater kid. 

She is an only child and her parents’ pride and joy (even though Laura Cunningham went all nutty and kept calling her ‘her grandbaby’ and called Tammy a ‘evil child stealing homewrecker’ to everyone who would listen). 

Marlene is also slightly religious and is a perfect example of ‘looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll.’

She is an angry crier.

She has a crush on Nova Bingham.

She is good at turning pitchforks and other gardening tools into weapons and actually manages to look intimidating while wielding them. 

Her favorite musicians are Taylor Swift, Rodney Atkins, and Kelsea Ballerini.

She also resembles Chrissy quite a bit at first glance which confuses the fuck out of people. 

Marlene has a higher alcohol tolerance than Zane Callahan but none of the upside down crew’s kids are gonna admit that because none of them want to explain WHY they know that. 

She is surprisingly fast—even when barefoot or in heels—and is basically a human furnace for her friends because she is naturally warm. Not that she minds because she likes cuddles.

She swears like a sailor but only her friends know that. 

She is a sweetheart and graceful and polite but has been known to make bullies cry. 

Also one time when the group got drunk while their parents were away, Marlene and Marshall ended up with matching tattoos and the entire group has sworn to take that secret to their graves because they don’t want to deal with the wraith of the Carvers and the Hagans. 

Marshall is the closest thing to a sibling she has.

She grew up getting horseback lessons and is very well versed in taking care of horses and getting them to listen to her.

And she has an extensive collection of stuffed animals—especially the mini ones. She loves them and cannot get enough of them.

These headcanons take place in my Stranger Things au 'Cats in the Cradle'. In that au, Tommy and Carol are left to raise Steve's four infant children with the help of the Upside Down Crew, Steve's half brother, Steve's younger cousin, and their collective families.

Also Marlene loves her name and really wishes people would stop comparing her to Chrissy.

She is one of the last of the older teen's kids to find out about the upside down.

In that au, Jason and Eddie live. Max is less seriously injured.

Phil Callahan is Steve's older half brother.And Chrissy, her brother, and Fred Benson were Steve's cousins.

Oh and Steve hooked up with one of his pre-nancy girlfriends and after his death she found herself pregnant with quads that Steve never got to meet.

Hope that clears up any confusion regarding these ocs and headcanons.