#when he points that finger..... hngh

[sunglassesmish]

will be watching this scene on repeat 

[chrollohearttags]

its time for the girls to admit that Armin is not some sweet and innocent little angel. that man is most certainly a demon when you get him out of his shell..like he is NASTYYYY 😫

themes: rough sex, aggressive and degrading armin, choking, spit play, bulging, unprotected sex, throat fucking, daddy’s used like twice, pet names (and name calling) him being a sadist and an asshole, along with some other shit

he’s been your friend for years and granted, for a long time, that’s all you saw him as. Quiet, sweet, reliable Armin..who never made too much of a fuss about anything. He was the shy one, the timid boy who didn’t like trouble (which was much more than what could be said of his other buddies.) honestly, you preferred it though.

but it’s one night, when the two of you are quietly studying that it all changes and things get very intense..very quickly!

one minute, the two of you are nose deep in your textbooks and the next, he’s balls deep in you, trying to put you through his fucking mattress like he’s got something to prove. Your nails clawing at his sides, tapping at his abs to slow down but he’s not letting up..

“You better move that fucking hand if you know what’s good for you..it’s not stopping shit so put it down.”

instead, he’s slamming that thick, throbbing cock into your tight little pussy, that’s already sore and soaking wet from his pounding. He’s got your legs pinned back; opened wide so you can both watch all eight inches of him pulsating through the pit of your stomach. His thumb pad rolling against your already sensitive clit as his lips pressed to your gold chain laced ankle and soft instep, thanks to that foot and white painted toes pressed to his chest.

“..hngh! Arminnnn..fuck!”

coaxing out another stream of squirt to join the several others he’s induced out of you with those long, rhythmic thrusts. Even taking that big dick of his out to tap the tip against your folds and make it worse.

the result of constant teasing…swearing that he wasn’t capable of piping you like this. However, he was more than happy to debunk that claim and trust, it didn’t help when you confessed to fucking a friend of his. So he was extra motivated to make you his for good.

“Yes, baby. Keep crying for me..keep begging ‘cause it only turns me on.”

the sight of watching you twitch and flail around amuses him, so much so..he’s put it back in mid orgasm and feels that cunt clamping the base of his shaft. Clasping a hand around your throat, he leans down and snakes his tongue into your mouth; feeding you sloppy kisses and deep strokes.

“Besides, this is exactly what you wanted, right? For me to show you I wasn’t pussy..that I could fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever been with? Well tell me, sweetheart…did I?”

“Y-yes! It’s so good, daddy…fuck!”

laughing and taunting as he slightly restricts your breathing for his own pleasure, watching your brown eyes roll back as you claw at his wrists, shaking your head profusely. It feels so damn good and he’s definitely gotten his point across but he’s far from finished..

in fact, he knows just how he wants to use you next..finally releasing, he moves those same fingers to the side of your face with a few light taps.

“..good answer. Now get up, I’m not done with you.”

his voice much lower in pitch and honestly, deep enough to cause a twitch between your thighs. This new side of him were both frightening and fucking sexy. Grasping the top of your head, he reluctantly pulls out and repositions you to the edge of the bed with your head dangling from it.

once he crawls off the bed, all you see is that massive dick dangling in front of your face and his hands cupped around the back of your neck to support your already dizzy head.

wasting not another second, he places that tip and shaft into your mouth and begins pumping. Not even an hour ago, he was your homeboy and now, you were nothing more than a useless hole to him. An object, a toy to play with and take out all of his frustrations..

he’s having his way and you love it. It’s a given at this point that no one will be able to top him. You could fuck his whole crew and not one could ever compare..

the gulping noises and sloppy sounds of you sucking his cock are driving him crazy. He’s mad with lust and power, having this much dominion over one person’s body. Watching as he sees himself bulge into the center of your throat. Tears streaming down your cheeks only adding fuel to the burning fire.

he can hear you faintly whimpering and whining, causing vibrations around his length. Even clawing at the sheets momentarily but as you’ve come to learn, he doesn’t give a single, secular fuck about your feelings right now.

it didn’t matter how much you gagged, spat or even slapped at his muscular thighs. You were his until he grew bored and let you go.

“I don’t need to hear all that whining, bitch. I need you to eat this dick up..hell, throw up on it for all I care. You just better suck that nut out when I say so.”

the way he’s talking to you, it’s too much to bare…you’ve never seen him so aggressive, so mean and so…focused. But God, do you not want it to end anytime soon. He could have it all night if that’s what he wanted. Just to ensure that the inside of those jaws are nice and lubricated, he tugs out for a split second only to replace it with a long string of his saliva before shoving it back in.

this time, he’s going deeper and a lot faster. Grunting loudly, going crazy until he began to slow up and eventually, hold it in place for a minute. You could feel him sitting stagnant in the back of your throat until there was another faint twitch and his thumbs pressing gently into the sides of your neck.

“…hold still.” The last words he uttered before letting out a loud, guttural moan and a stream of milky cum into your mouth..making you swallow every drop as he emptied his balls. Tossing his head back as he cried out, letting the silky remnants slip down your throat.

“That’s right, swallow it..”

once he finished, you were given a very brief break while he decided his next move. Coughing and heaving, you’d lean back up, trying to catch your breath for a second. But there was no rest for his little slut quite yet. Giving you two light love taps, Armin ushered you to your knees and on all fours.

he’d place his palm into the center of your back to get the arch exactly as he wanted it and from there, he’d prepare to glide back in. Just to make sure that you stayed put, he raise his leg and press it to your head before tugging both arms backwards.

he was straight dogging your shit and at this rate, you wouldn’t be able to move afterwards…a risk well worth the reward.

“..just in case you wanna run from me.” bending down to whisper in your ear before proceeding to push himself in all the way one last time. And if you thought for a second he’d take it easy, you were sadly mistaken. With that thick ass bouncing off the base of his cock, he’d drill your pussy, back with those same strokes that had beaten it sore the first time around.

with all of your limbs in his grasp, (y/n) was only left with the option to scream face first into the sheets to let out those moans and let him know how wonderful of a job he was doing. In and out..one stroke right after the next, he was met with your tight grip and gushy cream all over him. He couldn’t help but to act crazy about it..

“Oh fuuuck..you’re such a perfect fit, baby. It’s like this pussy was made just for me..” crying out as he kneaded his nails into your hips and fucked up into you with all that he had. It was the mist soft and vulnerable you had seen him since this little sex session. It just wouldn’t remain that way..

switching his foot with his fingers, Armin bent down and snatched your head up yet again, as if he were trying to tug the hair from your scalp. Barely coherent, you were met with his very menacing glare and smile.

“Which means I better not catch you giving it to anybody else again. Understood?..” the words resonating throughout your body like a spell he had cast and there was no way you were breaking it.

“I said do you understand? Talk..”

“Yes, daddy. It’s your pussy..it’s all yours..”

between the weight of his body burrowing down on you and the intense pressure swelling in your heat, you couldn’t handle another second and after hearing you make that statement, neither could he.

he felt on top of the world.

curling over your entire frame, Armin made a few more final strokes before commanding that you come all over his dick and you didn’t hesitate.

“Oh my God! I’m coming..” screaming with all that you had left, (y/n) let out the last of the wetness onto his shaft and the sheets. Falling limp shortly thereafter, you’d feel yourself become less full.

but you’d hear those sexy grunts of his rang out again as he jerked his cock, wringing his wrist around until your back was met with the warmth of that white cream against your perfect brown skin.

it was a beautiful sight and one he wanted to see whenever he felt like from now on…

“..who’s soft now, sweetheart?”

[kevcanwait]

Tags: Feminization, Jisung is called Princess/ass is called cunt, bbg Jisung, Frog pose. mentions of...being turned on by others listening in? Forgot what it was called, help. Jisung eats his cum then kisses after.

Please help, I forgot some of the names for some of the stuff in this fic, if you know the term, let me know 😅

Cliff hanger (Pt. 2/more can be done, I love the way I ended this.)

His back arches with a whine as his hand lets go of yours to cover his adorably flushed face. The only thing he had on was a blue flannel, the hem already fallen to his upper back and the sleeves cover his hands.

He tries his best to be quiet but it feels so good, a week had just been too long and he didn't want to wait anymore. You barely had enough time to take off your shoes when you came back late with Chan before he was pulling you to his room then jumping on you and pressing his lips to yours.

Now here he is, bent over and painfully, in a good way, on the verge of his second orgasm. He lets out a soft, shaky moan when your hands slide up his waist. You had slowed down a few minutes ago and he was babbling what you could only guess were begs for you to go faster again. You were teasing him since before you stopped he was tripping over his words to tell you that it was too much. You moved your hands to his hips before gripping them and pulling him back as you sat up from leaning over him, moving him with you so he ends up in a frogs pose.

With the new angle, his moans are now muffled into the sheets as he continues to cover his face. You didn't like that as you glide your right hand up his back, feeling him shiver under your finger tips before you adjusted his shirt then continued upwards to wrap a hand around his throat, receiving a gasp and sob as you now noticed his tears while continuing your previously brutal pace.

For the first time since he started this, you spoke. "Princess feels so good you're crying. You feel good, Sungie?" He nods his head, a barely audible 'uh-huh' leaving his swollen red lips before he lets out a yelp of surprise when you slid your hand under his neck to pull him up, his legs still spread over yours, his ass pressed firmly into your hips as it seems your cock went deeper inside him.

His top half held up by his arms and even in the new position, his tip rubs against the sheets and that faint touch with your dick abusing his insides, he was so close to a second release. His breaking point was when you pulled him a back slightly, feeling the slight gaze of your teeth as you move the shoulder of his flannel out of the way, before you kissed his shoulder then left a hickey in the same spot, easy to hide, though you wish you could mark his neck, it's both of your favorite spot to kiss.

His second release landed on the sheets before you brought your free hand from his hip to his cock, cum coating your fingers before you brought your hand up. "Open up, princess." He does as told, his tongue hanging out as he accepted your fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits to clean them off before your pulling them away and his words slur together as he asks for a kiss which you give, Jisung moaning into your mouth as your tongue dominates his.

He pulls back and barely mutters out his plea. "H-Hyung, c-cum, please. W-want...hngh~ Want c-cum." He says between you still brutal pace. "You wanna be full, princess? Want to to fill your cunt? You want the plug after too?" He shakes his head, pushing up with his arms to sit further back on your lap and you slow down slightly as he leans his head on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your jaw. "W-Wanna s-soak u-until morning...e-extra full..." He says, his tone delirious as his rocks his hips over yours. "Such a slutty princess, huh?" "Y-Yours, H-Hyung. Only yours."

You suddenly push him back onto his front before pulling out, he whines at the emptiness before he's flipped onto his back. You push his legs up and he automatically grabs them to hold them in place before you push back in. "How about-" You cut yourself off with a guttural moan that you muffle simply with a bite of your lip before continuing. "You give me one more orgasm before I fill you. Can you do that?" "N-No, please-" "Then I can pull out and we c-can be done." He felt too good, you can't bring yourself to actually go along with your own words.

He shakes his head luckily which has you thrusting into him roughly. You felt that you've been a bit too nice and proceed to grip the base of Jisung's cock with one hand and the other reaching up to go around his throat. He had been a quiet good boy this whole time but the triad of your dick abusing that good spot inside of him, the feeling around his base, and the fuzzy feeling your gentle grip on his throat gives his head makes him release a moan that simpers into a whine that kinda has you worried since on the other side of the wall in front of you two in Chan's bedroom.

You slow down for a moment before shoving your fingers into Jisung's mouth, shoving them to the back of his throat. "Quiet, Sung, don't want Channie-Hyung to hear us." Your hips stutter at the sudden tight clench around your shaft and you notice Jisung's eyes roll back. "Oh really? You gonna cum with the thought of Chan hearing you? What about the others, huh? Pretty sure I'm not the only one that knows how much of a princess you are. You wanna know something else?"

You bring his legs up to rest on your shoulders as you lean down, Jisung's hands cradling your face, moaning softly against your lips as his boba eyes lock with yours. "We all very much love your slutty waist. You're so pretty Sungie." You lean in and kiss him again, his hands find the back of your head to tangle into your hair as you let his legs fall from your shoulders. You could tell he was getting tired but judging by how he's clenched tighter and he's practically panting into your mouth since you uttered your sentence, he's close. You stay leaned over him as you move one hand from cradling his face to stroke him at the pace of your thrusts.

He cums a couple strokes later and with a particularly deep thrust that has him clenching again, you fill him up, Jisung mewling at the feeling. When you finish, you only pull out for a short amount of time in order to lay behind him before inserting yourself into him again, not a single drop wasted you slyly mention to him.

About an hour later, you hear your phone going off. You don't remember setting an alarm but nonetheless you gently scoot your way back to reach into a drawer from a plug. Your pull out and replace yourself with the toy before getting up and putting your boxers back on then searching for your pants for your phone after covering Jisung up with the less messy part of the top sheet, dubbing to change them later.

When you find your phone, you also find no alarm but a couple messages from Chan. When you open the messages, you smirk with a glance over to the boy on the bed before looking back at your phone. 'Screw it, be louder next time. He sounds so wrecked.' surprisingly followed by a dark photo with a purple hue of his hand cover in cum and at the bottom you can just barley see his knee lifted up and his spent, half-hard cock resting on his stomach. "Holy Shit." You whisper before grinning, your hand moving to cover half your face in embarrassment before it's quickly taken over by warmth.

You wonder if the others have thought this way... you also wonder if Chan is still...awake...You wouldn't mind helping him...

[andvenuscried]

BABY, LOVE!

↳ feat. diluc, kazuha, childe, zhongli, albedo and xiao

description box; the genshin characters above as tutors / professors, who’ll give you study sessions… or should we say, study sessions in love?

warnings; heavy nsfw warning!!, XIAO IS ZHONGLI’S BROTHER, light yandere, mentions of obsession, perverts, professor/tutor x student relationship, corruption kink, mentions of cheating and persuasion, slight bimbofication, toxicity, MINOR BLOGS DNI!!

smut below the cut

READ PART TWO HERE: part two.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ diluc!

YOUR ECONOMICS PROFESSOR.

professoe!diluc, who met you in a tavern, a pretty and young thing, eyeing him up and down.

professor!diluc, who’s just so, so mean to you, who never lets you cum and likes to tease you so much…

professor!diluc, who sees you the next day in his economics class, is flabbergasted and shocked… and yet, strangely happy.

professor!diluc, who just can’t resist you and your cuteness and orders you to come to his office after class.

professor!diluc, who makes you kneel in front of him and suck his cock under his desk, and you always comply faithfully like the good, little girl you are.

professor!diluc, who is aware of how many students come to his office after class for questions, who is well aware how teasing you can be.

professor!diluc, for whom it’s hard to concentrate on his students’ questions when you’re just below his desk, sucking him off so lovingly, so well and so good…

professor!diluc, stoic and calm as ever, who suddenly begins to blush, jerk up all of a sudden and stutter whenever his cock hits the back of your throat, whenever you hum quietly your throat vibrates because you know how good that will feel for diluc.

professor!diluc, who punishes you afterwards, who forces you to cockwarming him as he works on his presentation for the next lesson, ignoring your whining and needy pleads.

professor!diluc, who likes to overstimulate you and push you to your limits when he’s finished his work and begins to lecture you… After all, a good girl needs lecturing from time to time, too, right? He can’t let such bad and scandalously wrong behaviour go unnoticed, isn’t that right?

“ah, ah, ah, ah… prof—mhm! professor… haaa…”

“what do you want me to do, love? use your words…”

“want… want you to fuck me… till i, ah, ah… haaa, oh my god, please! hmmm, need you to fuck me till i… hngh! can’t… walk, professor… please, please, please, professor… ah! fill — fill me up, please… wanna have your babies…”

“mhm… well, if you’re asking that politely…”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kazuha!

YOUR PHILOSOPHY PROFESSOR.

professor!kazuha, whose attention you first caught by handing in your profound and well-researched philosophy paper, and whose attention you were able to keep because of your angel-like face and goddess-like body.

professor!kazuha, who would invite you to his office after lessons.

professor!kazuha, whose eyes would dip down a little bit too much, whose eyes would linger way too long on your chest. but you don’t notice, you just don’t notice the way he licks his lips after eyeing you up and down, don’t notice the way lust and hunger creeps into his eyes after you use excessive gestures to mark your point — excessive gestures that make him crave you even more.

professor!kazuha, who likes riling you up with obviously wrong opinions just to see you become all vivid and to see you use excessive gestures again to support your opinion because all he then would think about is you writhing under his body, you squirming around under him, you arching your back when he pleasures you, you scratching his back with your nails when he fucks you rough and raw, or you kissing him feverishly as he fingers you…

prfoessor!kazuha, who pretends to like hearing your opinions on specific topics in philosophy when all he wants is to hear your voice begging him for mercy.

professor!kazuha, who would invite you for drinks in his dorm.

professor!kazuha, who would get drunk and who’d get you drunk too, who’d get touchy with you after having downed a few drinks…

professor!kazuha, who’s just too good with his fingers in you, whose words of affection and praise just turn you on so, so much, whose small confirmations of you doing well just rot your brain until you can’t think no more.

professor!kazuha, who likes folding you underneath him to his will, who likes seeing your bare body so vulnerable and exposed, who likes the view of you being so adorably willing to pleasure him…

professor!kazuha, who later on makes a habit of ordering you to his dorms, who teaches you and your naive, innocent self how to masturbate when he isn’t there to help you, how to insert a vibrator into yourself…

professor!kazuha, who likes using your face and your body as canvas for his cum.

professor!kazuha, who enjoys corrupting your mind with sinfully sexual scenarios until you’re all tainted with sins… But wasn’t this what you were asking for when your doll eyes fluttered at him like that the day before? Wasn’t this exactly what you wanted? It’s not his fault you’re so innocent, after all, he’s only protecting you and teaching you, like a good professor should.

“we shouldn’t… mhm… be doing this her—ah, hah, mhm… here…”

“this is my dorm. we’ll be fine. you just concentrate on taking my cock, alright? you’re doing so well…”

“ah… hah… ‘m doing well?”

“yes, darling… so, so, so well… such an obedient, pretty, little thing you are… ‘m so curious. must’ve saved a country in my past life to deserve you, huh… keep it up, won’t you?”

“ah… oh, oh… haaa, uh huh… anythin’ for you, kazu — ah! mhm, ah… ah… ah!”

“that’s what i — mhm — like to hear… good girl… such a sweet soul… you look so beautiful right now, what a sight.”

“‘m pretty… i’m pretty? ah, haaa… fuck, oh!”

“of course you are… such a pretty girl, you should see yourself right now. you’re doing so well, my good, little girl… fuck, you feel so good…”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ childe!

YOUR MATH TUTOR.

tutor!childe, who would drop pencils as an excuse to look under the desk, to sneak a look at what’s under those pretty skirts you always wear.

tutor!childe, whose eyes sometimes linger a little too long on your lips when you ask him questions regarding mathematics.

tutor!childe, who would stand a little too close behind you when he’s supposedly “checking your work”.

tutor!childe, who would use any excuse to touch you, be it his fingers grazing yours when he reaches for the paper sheet of exercises when you’re finished, be it him standing behind you and grabbing your pencil when you do something wrong — somehow, he always manages to find a way for the back of his hand to touch yours — or be it him snaking his arm around your waist gently when he escorts you out of the library.

tutor!childe, who fantasises about you, your pretty body and your voice at night, wondering how beautiful you’d look pinned down by him, wondering how your hair would look like splashed out on his bed sheets, wondering whether you’d scream his name when he fucks you or whether you’d whisper his name like a mantra, wondering whether your eyes would gloss over and spill tears of pleasure or whether they’d roll up to the back of your skull, wondering whether you’d scream for him to go faster and harder or whether you’d beg for him to be gentle with you… but it isn’t his fault for thinking so, right? After all, it’s you who chooses to wear those incredibly tight crop tops and those pretty, little skirts… It’s not something Childe is at fault for, right?

“ch-childe… please be gentle… you — ah, you’re going too… t-too fast… please don’t, mhm, hngh, not too…”

“too what, hm?”

“t-too… hah, ah, ah, ah, ah! oh my — right there, please, please, please… oh my god, childe! childe, childe, childe…”

“that’s what i thought. you just keep moaning my name, m’kay?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ zhongli!

YOUR LITERATURE AND HISTORY PROFESSOR.

professor!zhongli, who would always notice those handsome and attractive boys and sometimes even gorgeous girls talking to you in lessons, asking whether you’re free this afternoon to grab a coffee or whether they could get your number.

professor!zhongli, who guilt-trips your innocent mind into thinking that it’s all your fault, that it’s your fault those boys and girls are always drooling so much over you and your prettiness that they won’t focus on zhongli’s literature and history lessons anymore.

professor!zhongli, who buys you expensive and pretty but less revealing clothes to “make the student body” to be able to concentrate better again.

professor!zhongli, who likes to bend you over his desk in his office in afternoons, knowing you’d decline any guy’s offer to take you out this afternoon just in case zhongli would ask you to stop by his office again, because he just takes cares of you so well, because he just fucks you so, so, so good; so good you sometimes can’t even show up next lessons because you’re limping so much and would always furiously blush when zhongli’s eyes would gaze to you…

professor!zhongli, who often invites you over to his place, where you meet his little brother xiao, and you treat his little brother so well he knows you’d be a good mother.

professor!zhongli, who deliberately claims to have forgotten to use protection, because he likes to breed you, dreams about fucking a baby into you, hopes to knock you up so you won’t ever leave him and because he knows you’d shower your child or children with unconditional love.

professor!zhongli, who would, out of spite, give the guys in his class who would bother you, bad grades and would never give them time to talk to him about their grades.

professor!zhongli, who enjoys seeing you in his blouse, which is way too big for you, standing in the kitchen as you cook breakfast for him clumsily, zhongli, who would press his body against yours when you’re cooking, distracting you with back hugs and neck kisses.

professor!zhongli, who likes to overstimulate you until you’re fucked stupid, not even able to scream his name anymore, zhongli, who makes it his mission to kiss your cervix with his cock, who makes it his mission for you to be disabled to walk the next morning so he gets to carry you around in princess-style like a gentleman.

prfoessor!zhongli, who prays to God that the guys and girls interested in you would just drop dead… but sometimes, praying and hoping God will take care of it just isn’t enough, is it? Look what you made him do — those people don’t show up to his lessons the next day, the next week or even the next month… Just what happened to them?

professor!zhongli, who would always distract you whenever you bring up that topic, who would kiss you and finger you so well, who’d bury his head between your soft thighs, hands gripping onto them tightly, zhongli, who would make sure to eat you out for hours and finger you so good that you won’t remember a thing you wanted to ask him… After all, he’s doing all of this just for you. You should be grateful he’s putting in all this effort, shouldn’t you?

“shhh, princess… keep quiet, won’t you? don’t want my colleagues to hear you.”

“ah, ah, ah… p-please, ‘s too big, won’t fit… won’t — hngh! mhm… haaa… too… too, too big, sir… it won’t — oh, oh, ah! no… n— ah!”

“make it fit, princess. it fit before, didn’t it? come on, be a good princess for me, hm?”

“y-yes, sir… h-haaa — zhongli! oh my god — ‘m gonna… hngh!”

“zhongli?”

“no — no, i mean sir… s-sir!”

“tsk. you know only good princesses can cum, right? seems like you can’t this time, since you made a mistake.”

“no, no, no… won’t make another mistake again, s-sir, i’ll be a-ah! ah, ah, oh — please… i’ll be a good princess, sir… o-oh, hngh… p-please, won’t make another — haaa, ah, ah — mistake again… sir… please, sir… need to cum, ‘m so close!”

“ah-ah. you cum and i’ll punish you.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ albedo

YOUR SCIENCE TUTOR.

tutor!albedo, who is well aware of how stupid and dumb you are when it comes to science.

tutor!albedo, who bullies you and teases you constantly for your stupidity and the lacking ability to understand what he explains.

tutor!albedo, who is so fed up with you and your not understanding of science that he proposes a different approach…

tutor!albedo, who fucks you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, albedo, who splashes question papers and notes of science in front of you, and for every right answer, he lets you orgasm once… And even though you have a boyfriend, you let it happen, because the tip of cock just fits into your womb so well, because he somehow always manages to kiss your cervix and to play around with your clit so much better than your boyfriend does…

tutor!albedo, who makes you so reliant and dependent on him that after he officially quits being a tutor because he’s moving away, no other tutor can help you as well as he did.

tutor!albedo, who ensures he pleasures you so mindblowingly well that it’s assured that you’ll always come back crawling to him, no matter how far away he is and no matter how much you are aware that you have a boyfriend.

tutor!albedo, who makes your tummy feel so full and fuzzy and warm after your sessions, who inserts butt plugs and vibrators in you, so that whenever you leave his home to meet up with your boyfriend, he’ll turn on the vibrator to its highest level, so that you just won’t have any other choice than to come back to him, because neither you can pleasure yourself the way he does, nor your boring, bland and stupid boyfriend.

tutor!albedo, who often fantasises about fucking you in front of your boyfriend, just to show him that he can do it better than he can… And who knows? Maybe someday, he’ll fuck you dumb and senseless so that your legs will tremble in one of the science class rooms, and perhaps, your stupid, stupid, stupid boyfriend will walk in to see albedo drinking all your juices and fucking you roughly on one of the tables… but seriously. Who knows? Maybe it’ll happen tomorrow, or today… or it is happening right now, right his second…

“you love me more than your shitty, stupid boyfriend, don’t you, love?”

“yes, yes, yes! ah, ah, right there, hnghhh, feels so good…”

“tell me again… come on, i wanna hear it again. who do you love more? me or your boyfriend, hmmm?”

“you, you, you! you, albedo, love you so much more… ‘s you, ‘s always you… h-hah, please, please, please, need you so much, i’m — hnghh… albedo, ‘bedo, need you to go faster…”

“does he fuck you as well as i do, huh?”

“n-no! you do… it so much better… so, so much better… ah, ah, ah… ah, please, harder, wanna feel you… oh, oh! ‘m so close, i’m so close, albedo… albedo!”

“that’s it, cum for me and for me only, love…”

BONUS…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ xiao!

YOUR P. E. TUTOR + ZHONGLI’S LITTLE BROTHER.

tutor!xiao, who comes home after his afternoon jogging sessions to find his big brother zhongli, a professor, fucking his favourite student in the kitchen.

“are you sure your little, haaa, brother won’t be… mhm… h-home before… we finish thi—ah, ah, ah, ah! zh-zhongli, zhongli… hngh, please, please, please… feels so good… ‘m feeling so full… w-wait, ‘s too big, won’t fit, won’t fit! ah, ah — zhongli! ah!”

“what were you just saying about my brother, hm, darling?”

“‘m… hmmm… haaaa! dunno… don’t know… oh, oh, yes, right there, please, sir, please, please, please… haaa, zhongli… zhongli, zhongli, zhongli! ah, ah… ah! hngghhh… mhm… zhongli…”

tutor!xiao, who overhears you and his brother, and is ashamed to admit that he fantasises about you moaning his instead of his brother’s name at night.

tutor!xiao, who wishes it was him fucking you rather than his brother.

tutor!xiao, who has seen your bare body once and can’t get the image out of his mind anymore…

tutor!xiao, who hopes that he suddenly becomes his brother just so he can be anything but “your boyfriend’s little brother”…

author’s note; please tell me if you liked it, and if not — how can i do better?

[pillow-princess-diaries]

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎…

Summary:- when cooking dinner takes a little detour

Pairing:- Atsushi x AFAB!Reader

Tw:-cunnilingus,fingering, oral ( M & F receiving and giving),unprotected sex???cum eating??giving atsushi a blowie through his pants??

W/C :- 1.3k ish i think

A/N:- the brief my friend gave me was ‘dry humping and stuff through clothes’ so this is what i came up with😭.I hope it isn’t too awkward and y’all enjoy it! Also this is totally in reference to the vine!

Imagine like you come home after a shift and start cooking dinner

A few minutes pass and you hear the main door click open and a very tired very drained little weretiger walks in.

Imagine you’re cooking some creamy pasta, and then you feel a pair of slender arms wrap around your midsection,their owner burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“hmm watcha cookin’ love….” Atsushi slurs against your skin.

“Oh just a classic,” you say “mac and cheese,’sushi”

You stir the pot a little to let him hear what you mean because you know he has his eyes closed.

Little did you know it’d remind him of something else.

“Hmm..” he sighs, “sounds good y/n/n”

As you stir the pot you can feel him behind you.

Lightly grinding against your ass,burying his face deeper and inhaling your scent.

You know exactly what he’s doin,but you wanna try something~

You stir the pot slowly,making sure he can hear it,and just as you’d thought,his thrusts become more pronounced,more defined.

You push your hips back just a little and feel something hard.

Just to mess with him you stir the pot faster and just like that his thrusts came at a faster rate.

Atsushi moans into your neck, “y/n…please…Hngh” but he shows no signs of stopping.

“What was that sushi?” You say,not stopping what you’re doing while you fein innocence.

He begins to lightly nibble your skin,making his way up to your ear,placing little kitten licks over the bites.

You lean your head back,allowing him just a little more access,and he rolls with it.

Placing open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach.

And at this point,you’re not even paying attention to the pasta,stirring it out of habit.

As his hands grip your hips,you realise,actually you may need him just as much as he needs you in this moment.

You bring his hands back around your waist and turn in his arms,your hand reaching back and turning the stove off.

You bring your arms around the back of his neck and pull him in for a steamy kiss,your lips moving against eachother’s in unison,before you both pull apart for air.

“Dam…that was.”

“Hot?”

He nods in response.

You move your hands to his waist and lightly pull him closer.

He whines at the feeling and you trail you eyes down to his crotch.

You see the little tent jutting out and lightly palm his erection

his breath hitches as his eyes screw shut and he lets out a little mewl.

as you feel the wet material of his pants you have a thought and lower yourself till you’re at eye level with his painfully hard cock.

You trace it’s outline a few more times causing him to stumble back into the kitchen island,his hands bracing himself against the countertop.

You then begin to lick it throughs through the fabric,your hands undoing his belt and him watching as you do so.

Neither you nor him wants to stop what’s happening so you have absolute freedom.

After his belt is undone,youre met with his boxers.

Ofc he thinks you’ll pull them down too,but nope

You wrap your mouth around the material and his head falls back as he feels both the friction of his boxers and your warm mouth,rubbing against his sensitive dick.

And a few minutes later he realizes that you have no intention of taking that final barrier between you and him away,so he thrusts his hips forward,pushing his length just a little deeper into your warm,wet mouth,the fabric straining his tip and the combination stimulating him enough to cum.

Tiny droplets of the milky liquid seeps through the fabric much to your disappointment,and thats when you realise this isnt gonna cut it.

At this point, atsushi is panting from his orgasm. And you harshly pull down the final barrier of his boxers before you abruptly wrap your lips around him and he lets out a loud moan,eyes widening and gaze snapping to your smirking form.

You lick his tip and he jolts his hips into your mouth.

You nearly gag but quickly recover before you begin to bob your head up and down,sucking him off as you do so.

His grip on the edge of your kitchen island causes his knuckles to go white and then he thrusts his hips one last time before cumming down your throat.

You take it all in,drinking up and then pull your lips off his cock with a pop!

He then helps you up and you give him a kiss,he tastes himself on your lips and it turns him on again.

You turn back to the pasta and he pulls his pants back up,but the longer he looks at you,the more he wants you.

He taps you on the shoulder and you look back to him.

He directs his gaze to his re-hardened cock and you smirk with a little laugh.

“Want me that bad huh ‘sushi?”

He looks away sheepishly and you sigh before turning back to the pasta and putting the lid on the pot before taking his hand and heading to your bedroom.

He locks the door before taking his pants off, and when he looks back to you,your spread out across the bed,your skirt lightly ridden up.

He groans at the sight and looks back to his hardened sick.

He pumps his length a few times before climbing on top of you.

He kisses you passionately as his hand runs up your thigh and his fingers touch you through your panties.

You know he’s trying to get a tiny bit of revenge,but you also know he wont last long.

And true to form, about five seconds later he’s pushed the wet fabric aside and has already inserted his lithe fingers into your folds pumping in and out of you.

He rubs your clit with his thumb and you moan into the kiss.

You cum not long after and your slick coats his fingers like a fine glaze,breaking the kiss as your head falls back and you let out a tantalizing moan

He then pulls his fingers out of you and looks at them, pulling them apart to see the silky strands connecting his fingers like a spider-web he’d gladly love to get stuck in~

He sniffs his fingers before shoving them into his mouth and licking them clean.

You whimper at the sight and feel his tip graze your folds,you instinctively raise your hips and he takes this as his cue.

He places himself between your legs and lifts your hips,lining himself up with your pretty little pussy.

And before you can say anything he thrusts into you,burying himself deep before abruptly pulling out and going back in.

You both moan in unison and when he asks you how it feels, you pull him in by his tie and one of his braces,lightly choking him before loosening the knot, in response.

His thrusts becoming more erratic and the bed slightly creaking as your tongues explore eachother’s mouths~

After a very heated thirty seconds,you wrap your legs around his midsection and he pulls you closer by the hips.

You break the kiss before saying, “atsushi im gonna-hnghh~”

Cumming on his dick harder than expected,causing him to cum right into your cunt,white,hot and sticky.

He pulls out and You both look at each other while coming down from your highs.

“That was-“

“Amazing..” he finishes your sentence and you let out a soft,breathy laugh.

You give him a quick kiss and then you both peel yourselves off the sheets,heading to the shower together to help eachother clean up.

And once you’re done, you head to the dining room for dinner, and after reheating the now-cold pasta you sit down and share and eat together.

“This is really good y/n!” He says as he eats.

“Thanks sushi☺️, ive heard the sound it makes is what good pussy sounds like~”

“WAIT YOU KNOW THAT VINE TOO??”

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[charmercharm3r]

Masterlist

thinking about phases minho and pegging…

he’s such a slut for that stupid piece of plastic, covered in sweat and drool and tears to the point you can’t tell who’s fluids are who’s. except for his cum, of course, it’s covering his entire lower stomach from when the night had begun and you had him on his back.

he was rubbing himself raw at this point, doing all the work and you just got to lay there and admire the pretty view of your boyfriend unable to think about anything but the bright purple strap on pressing against his prostate. with your hands on his hips, guiding him back and forth, minho vigorously jerked his leaking cock as he leaned back a little to find the right spot to rock the dildo into. all the while he couldn’t stop moaning, crying, begging for just one more.

but minho was also so far past broken that he couldn’t help himself anymore, though, he still tried. “you’re trying so hard, aren’t you baby? are you getting tired? i thought you said you wanted to do it yourself—“

“i do!” he interrupted you, frustrated that he was doing everything right but so wrong at the same time. the quick raise of your eyebrow kicked him back down into place, “i— i wanna. so close— just a little bit—“

his hips stilled at an angle that looked rather uncomfortable, back bent and his knees on either side of you locking your midsection between them. minho tightened his grip around his cock and sped up his motions for lewd and obscene squelching to fill the room along side his whimpers. you knocked your hips up just the slighted bit and it toppled him into another dry orgasm. minho’s body went rigid and his broken cries were like music to your ears. you were surprised he even had any cum left, catching what dribbled down his softening dick with your finger and bringing it to your lips as he shuddered under the touch.

“did so good, baby boy,” you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheek and let him fall into the crook of your neck. minho merely hummed as he regained his breath, which turned out to be rather timely as he began gently, as undetectable as possible, rutting back and forth on the dildo once again. “oh, you’re insatiable, hm?”

oops, he’s not that subtle.

his lips found the skin of your collar bone and latched on. the left over residue on his stomach pressed against your own made you feel sticky alongside his sweat. “don’t make a mess if you’re going to be lazy.”

the only response you got was another strangled groan against your chest, then his hips switching into an up and down slam into your pelvis. the pounding motion made the bed rock harder, he so easily could’ve bruised either of you with the pace he set for himself.

“that’s better, there you go, baby. keep working for it. it’ll feel so good because you earned it. work for one more and i’ll give you as many more as your cock hungry hole can handle.”

“wan’ it— i wan’ it,” minho was barely coherent, his brain so empty, so light.

“i know you do, almost there. can you feel it? can you feel me so deep in you? how are you still so tight, baby? my boy, so warm and sweet, so cute when all you can think about is my cock.”

“wan’ it, wan’ it, wan’ it— so close— hngh— fuck,” his arms slithered around your torso to keep you as close to him as possible, not even air could fit between your bodies.

minho reverted back into a quick grinding motion that slammed the headboard against the pillow you put between it and the wall— precautionary because you both knew how tonight was going to go.

“slutty baby, you just can’t stop. it feels too good, right? c’mon then, make those pretty noises you know i love so much.”

so susceptible to the siren lure of your voice, entranced by the warmth of your skin on his and your natural musk he was drowning in, the high made him fall limp this time and slump against you as his eyes rolled back, body twitched, and whimpered uncontrollably. you held him snug in your arms until it passed, then worried when his breathing fell short.

fingers carding through his hair, not higher than a whisper, “baby boy, come back to me.” a light peck of his lips against your chest to show he was conscious. “now you get what you’ve earned.”

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[flavorita]

riddle hatefuck w/ fingering and just a lil bit of degradation please and thank you

Anon bro, homie, my dear, hatefucking and degradation are literally like 🤝 HAND-IN-HAND YA KNOW 

Okay okay I haven’t written smut in like 2 years and I've only posted one smut EVER. Let's see how this goes 😭

Dumb and Dumber

Riddle Rosehearts x Female Reader Smut 🔞

Part 2

TW: Degradation, fingering, orgasm denial, praise kink, dumbification? hatefucking? public sex, not really cuz it's just you 2 there?

“I cannot believe that as a student of Heartslabyul, that you cannot even memorize such a simple formula!”

You had been failing your alchemy class and had somehow managed to prevent your dorm leader from finding out, that is, until you failed your midterm. As per usual, Riddle took it upon himself to personally offer tutoring to any student in Heartslabyul that had suffering grades. 

You had been studying with Riddle every afternoon in the library since he had found out, but you still hadn’t improved whatsoever. You’ve been studying the same topic for what felt like hours. All the other students had already gone back to their dorms by now as even the sun had set for the day, but not you and Riddle. 

“Even Cater was easier to tutor...”, Riddle mumbled under his breath. You were trying, you really were but now all you could focus on were the tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Riddle hovered above you pointing at blurry images and words on the textbook set in front of you. 

“And then you have to... Hey, are you even listening?” You didn’t look up. You couldn’t look up at Riddle. You didn’t want him of all people to see you like this. You felt your cheeks being grabbed as Riddle forced you to look up at him.

Surprise flitted through his eyes as he saw the tears forming in your eyes. “I see... Well then,” Riddle took a seat next to you. “Let’s try a different method shall we?”

“Ah~”, you bit your lip, trying to keep your moans from slipping out.

“Good girl, you’re finally doing something right for once.”

Riddle continued to scissor his fingers inside your hot cunt while you struggled to hold your pencil. Your legs squeezing together pathetically, while he nonchalantly continued his torturous administrations under the table with your skirt hiked up and pussy juices flowing. 

“Don’t forget,” Riddle leaned in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on the shell of your ear. “For every right answer, I’ll add another finger. You’ll like that now, won’t you? Slut.”

“Hngh~”, his fingers curled inside you, brushing a particularly deep spot bringing you dangerously close to the edge. You lost your grip on your pencil as it dropped to the floor with a resounding thud.

“Tch, pick it up, Y/N.”

“I-I, Riddle~” With glossy eyes and a tearful expression, you turn towards Riddle hoping he’ll take mercy on you and let you cum. But instead, you gasped in surprise as Riddle removed his fingers from your cunt and started to lick them off, one by one, slowly while gazing at your tear-stricken face. 

“Why would I let a bad girl like you come when you can’t even follow a simple rule like this?”

You began to plead and whine as you begged for release; for Riddle to fill the emptiness that only his fingers could. He merely looked down at you with an apathetic look while he crossed one leg over the other watching, waiting for you to 

“Then. Pick. It. Up”

You trembled as Riddle accentuated each word, but what did he mean by pick it up? Did you drop something? You can’t think of anything but the throbbing of your heat and how his fingers worked wonders in it. You looked at Riddle with trembling lips, wishing he’d tell you what he wanted so he’d let you cum.

A gentle hand was placed on your cheek as a small smile finally graced his pretty face. “And here I thought you couldn’t get any dumber.” 

[thebubblesareevil]

Slowing down and Speeding up...

Part 1

The next night, as he prepared for sleep, Barry planned. He had a list of questions and was determined to get them answered. So he kissed his wife and laid down to sleep, determined. He would get answers out of Danny even if it killed him!... Though ideally it wouldn't... hopefully.

Barry laid there for what felt like hours trying to sleep, trying his best not to fidget too much and disturb Iris. Slowly, ever so slowly, Barry began to doze off when...

BEEP...BEEP...BEEP!

Barry jumped out of bed at the sound of his communicator. Grabbing the device he read the message. He sighed as he gave Iris a quick peck on the cheek, telling her to go back to sleep, knowing neither of them would be getting any rest as her own phone began blaring.

Questions would have to wait, for now he had work to do.

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Three days and an Alien invasion later, Barry collapsed into his bed. Iris chuckled at her husbands antics.

"Is the big, strong, superhero tired?" She asked, sitting next to him as she gently rubbed his back.

"Hngh" came the muffled reply. Iris chuckled.

"I know, I know, it's been a long few days. That doesn't change the fact that even speedsters need to brush their teeth." Barry groaned. "And no superspeed! As tired as you are you're more than likely to crash into the wall." Slowly Barry dragged himself from the sweet comfort of his pillow to brush his teeth.

Once done, he blearily trudged back to the bed, collapsing once more. Iris chuckled before draping the covers over his prone form. She turned off the lights before joining him in bed.

Barry barely processed anything as she ran her fingers through his hair before wrapping an arm around him.

"You did such a good job sweetie, you saved so many lives, and I'm proud of you." Barry barely managed a smile as she kissed him. "Now get some sleep, you've earned it."

"Yr suu prrft, I lrve u Rs." Barry mumbled as he drifted off to sleep, as his wife giggled.

"I love you too."

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When Barry's eyes flew open, he was almost as tired as when he shut them. He was surrounded by a tunnel of rushing light, his first instinct was to run of course, before his last dream came to mind. He took deep calming breaths as he let go of his tight grip on the speed force. Exhaustion flowed through him, but (at the risk of sounding like a certain bat) he had questions that needed to be answered, so he walked.

And Walked...

And Walked......

And-

"What are you doing?"

Barry's eyes flew open, though when they closed he couldn't say, only for him to jump back from Danny's face that was a mere 2 inches from his own. The teen burst out laughing.

"Where the heck did you come from!?!" This only seemed to make the teen laugh more.

"Dude, you've been walking around with your eyes closed for about an hour!" Barry turned red from embarrassment. Doing his best to salvage the situation Barry cleared his throat.

"Yes, well, it's been a long week. That's not important! I have some questions for you!" Danny tilted his head to the side while pointing a single clawed finger at his chest. "Yes you!" He shouted. Danny grinned.

"Okay, shoot! What do you want to know?" Barry was nearly taken by surprise but quickly recovered.

"Okay, first things first, why are we here?" Danny looked at him like he was crazy.

"You went right for the difficult questions, huh. I mean I'd like to say we all have a purpose, although I learned that sometimes that purpose is to help someone else's purpose. I mean... there's no real set answer I don't think, however-" Barry just stared at him blankly before shaking his head.

"I meant in the Speed Force! I mean if you happen to know the meaning of life we can talk about that later, but for now I just want to know why we are in the Speed Force." he interrupted, too tired to run in circles. "I've talked to other speedsters about this dream before and none of them have ever been here, so why are we here?"

"Oh! Well that's a much easier question!" Danny gave him a fanged grin. "I'm here because I was wandering around the Infinite Realms and stumbled upon this little piece of heaven. As I've said before, prime napping real estate, or anything really. You and Speedy Gonzales are the only other people I've ever run into here, and he never really bothers me anyway." he shrugged at Barry's look of shock and annoyance.

"As for you, that's a whole other can of worms. After the last time we ran into each other, I asked around some of the older circles of ghosts. It was actually one of the Observants that had the answer, or at least a vague explanation." Danny put his hands behind his head as he got himself comfortable, floating mid-air. Barry was not jealous, thank-you-very-much.

"And?" He pushed.

"And for some reason you've got a stronger connection with the speed force than the others. Something about how you generate energy when you run. They wouldn't explain more than that, they're pretty annoying like that." he shrugged. "Sorry if it's not the answer you were looking for." Barry sighed.

"It was less than I'd like, and more than I expected. Okay, next question. Who is that other guy? Why was he after me?" The half-ghost cringed with a hiss.

"I was afraid you would ask that... he's kinda complicated." Danny sat cross-legged as well as crossing his arms. "So from what I can tell is he's kinda your grim reaper." Barry jolted in shock.

"He's what?!?!"

"Hey, calm down, no need to freak out!" Danny replied trying his best to calm the panicking speedster.

"You just told me the grim reaper is after me and you want me to calm down?!?!?" he shouted.

"He's not after you, for Ancient's sake! Sit Down!" he commanded and to his own surprise, Barry sat down.

"He is the grim reaper of speedsters, but the only reason he was chasing you is because you were running around in the Speed Force. That's how you mess with things that shouldn't be messed with, and it's his unending job to stop/punish people who mess with those things."

"And exactly would I be messing with?" He asked, doing his best to calm down.

"Space-Time. Now next question, I came here to get my homework done. I may have more time here but it's not infinite." Barry took a deep breath, nodding.

"Okay, well I guess the biggest question I have is about you." Danny raised his eyebrow, curious. "You said you died, can I ask how?" Danny froze, possibly literally as Barry started to feel a chill in the air.

"That's...That's not really something you should ask ghosts. It's considered extremely insensitive and rude, honestly most ghosts would attack you for asking something like that." Barry nodded.

"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Danny took a deep breath and nodded.

"My sister thinks I need to talk about it, she's probably right as usual."

"If you want to talk about it, you can do so at your own pace. No pressure." Danny smiled softly.

"Thanks, I might take you up on it sometime. Now it's my turn to ask a question." Barry grinned.

"Fair is fair, hit me."

"Why are you so tired? You haven't been here in about a week so I gotta admit I'm curious about what you've been up to." Danny shrugged. Barry laughed.

"My Earth got hit by an alien invasion, the whole league was fighting them back for the last three days. We managed to stop the invasion and Superman (Danny snorted) managed to broker a peace treaty to prevent future conflict." Danny was grinning through the whole explanation. "What's with that face?" Danny chuckled (no it wasn't creepy, calm down Barry)

"So let me get this straight. You have ALIENS, ALIENS in your world, and they invaded." His grin got bigger, showing off his jagged teeth, as Barry nodded. "We are going to unpack the fact that you have a guy on your team that calls himself Superman later. Right now I need you to tell me EVERYTHING! What did they look like? Were they green? Did they fly? Were they able to breath oxygen or did they use gas masks? Why did they invade? What planet were they from?!?!" Barry was honestly impressed by how much the ghost was vibrating as he shot off question after question. Barry cleared his throat.

"Well, I'm gonna be honest I don't have all the answers about those particular aliens. I was more concerned with stopping the invasion more that anything." Danny visibly deflated as he started to droop from where he was floating. "But! I have a teammate that's from Mars." The ghost immediately perked up, his form glowing brighter than before.

"SERIOUSLY?!?!?!" He shrieked. Barry chuckled, happy to see him excited about something normal.

"Oh yeah, Superman is actually from the planet Krypton and Hawk man and Hawk woman are both from Thanagar. Hell if you wanna reach a bit, Green Lantern may be from Earth but he's a space cop." Danny could light up a room with how much he was glowing at this point.

"Tell me all about the Martian! You can tell me about the others later, but you gotta tell me about the Martian."

"Okay, okay, but not for long. You already said you needed to do homework." Danny groaned but conceded, giving Barry his full attention. "Okay so in the League he goes by the name Martian Manhunter, but his real name is J'onn J'onzz. He was pulled from his planet in the middle of a war...on accident. The poor scientist had a heart attack when he saw J'onn show up outta nowhere. He kept himself hidden for years to keep the government off his back, but when the world needed him he joined the league." He grinned.

"He's a pretty chill dude, honestly, once you get passed the telepathy. I won't tell you everything about him, cus superhero bro code and all that, but he is in fact green, he can shapeshift, as well as density shift through most solid objects, oh and he can fly too." He finished with a yawn. Danny practically squealed in excitement.

"That's so awesome! I'm so jealous, I wi-" Danny froze looking around, much to Barry's confusion. "I very much would love it if I could meet him." Barry squinted at the strange pause but shook his head, too tired to question it. Danny however started to give him a smug look.

"You look like you're about to collapse." Barry yawned.

"You're not wrong." he remarked.

"Why don't you lay down and get some sleep? I've gotta do my homework anyway."

"But...I am asleep?"

"You might be asleep physically, but mentally you are talking to me. I'm guessing this is honestly a weird astral projecting kind of thing. Trust me, lay down, take a nap. You'll thank me for it later." Barry sighed, too tired to argue as he laid down on the, surprisingly comfy, ground.

Danny floated close by, the soft scratched of pencil against paper lulling him to sleep.

-----

Barry woke with a start, jumping from the ground, startling the floating teen. He quickly looked around surveying the area.

"Feel better?" He looked at the teen in surprise, because yes he did, he felt much more awake.

"How long was I asleep?" Danny shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe 20-30"

"Not bad for a 30 min nap." He said as he stretched.

"Yeah, no, sorry. You slept for 20-30 HOURS. Minimum." Barry froze.

"What?"

"Oh yeah, I actually just got back from school. You must have been really tired!" Danny grinned.

"How? Why am I still here? Why am I not home?!?" Barry began to shake as Danny raced up to the speedster.

"Hey, Barry, I need you to calm down. Time works differently, remember? Everything is okay." Danny grabbed hold of Barry's arm only to be thrown of as lightning started to surround him. "Barry, if you don't calm down Zippy is gonna come after you again. I need you to BREATHE!" It was too late, Barry could see him.

The black speedster.

He was coming for him.

Barry backed away from Danny and ran, he ran as fast as he possibly could he ran until-

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Barry jumped out of bed, running for his life and straight into a wall.

Iris jumped out of bed at the crash, racing over to her husband's side.

"Are you alright!?!" She asked as Barry groaned.

"Yeah, all good. Can't say the same for the wall." Iris turned to look at the cracked wall with a sigh.

"Barry, I love you. This is the third time this month. We have got to put some kind of cushioning on this wall if we wanna keep it."

Barry sighed, taking in his surroundings.

He felt better rested than he had in years. He grinned.

"You're probably right, I'll get right on that. But first, breakfast!" He smiled at his beautiful wife.

"I'm making waffles!" Iris laughed.

"Well you certainly got a good nights rest, huh. I think I'll get a little more shut eye while you cook." Barry laughed

"Sounds like a plan!." 'Today was going to be a good day', Barry thought with a smile 'a good day, indeed.' 

@hypewinter@daemonlogical@crystalqueertea

[subastian-swallows]

Bodyguard Sebastian x You

Pure filthy smut — dedicated to the lovely: @localravenclaw

Edit by the lovely: @localravenclaw

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Intense sex/rough play. Gun play (only a taste 🤤). Dirty talk/name calling. NSFW. Pure, filthy smut. P in V. His pleasure, comes first. Dom!Seb — VERY DOM.

A/N: Did I go off the deep end with this? Yes. Do I love it? YES. Honestly, for my smut journey, this being my first big attempt...it's intense and hot and Dom!Seb...whew. Enjoy, lovelies!

You weren't sure what was happening, except for the fact that Sebastian had you pinned to a wall. It happened so fast, a simple day out, turned dangerous and now you were in a darkened alleyway with Sebastian's hand held tightly against your mouth. Sebastian Sallow had been your bodyguard for three years now and despite the oozing sexual tension—that practically dripped from the both of you, he never acted upon it.

However, today felt different—something seemed off and perhaps, it was simply just due to you feeling extra bratty. You often teased Sebastian, subtle touches, brushing up against him and not to mention the mini skirts—that were much too short for you. It had become a game and knowing that he was almost ready to give up on stopping you, the reward practically lingered desperately against your tongue. Feeling Sebastian’s body as he pressed himself against you, the idea being simply to hide you from view, with his broad shoulders providing the perfect cover—your whimper is almost inaudible against his hand when his knee suddenly pressed between your thighs.

“S…Sebastian—hngh, your knee. Move it.”

“Quiet—you’ll draw attention to us.”

Sebastian’s low hiss was accompanied by his hand pressing harder against your mouth and as the back of your head hit the wall—your hips naturally jerked forward and you let out a throaty moan, when his knee created the perfect friction against your sensitive spot. Sebastian had to be doing this on purpose and yet, his focus was on the entrance to the alleyway—his agonisingly strong scent, almost like a drug at this point and so you pushed harder against him.

“S…Sebastian—hngh, please let me go…or else—”

“I told you to be quiet—ah, I see what’s upsetting you,” Sebastian said, his voice now so low, that it vibrated through you and you couldn’t help but whimper when he pushed his knee more roughly against your centre. “You’re so...flushed? Am I hurting you?”

You could tell he was teasing you, the way his eyes glanced over the top of his dark shades but when you didn't respond straight away, you whimpered almost too loudly against his hand—as he slowly dragged his knee up and down. "S...Sebastian—"

"Look, if you can't keep your pretty little mouth shut, do I have to do it for you?"

Now, it was more than obvious that Sebastian knew what he was doing. His knee still pressed tightly against your centre, except this time, when you tried to push him away—perhaps to release the strain of him against you, he only pushed back harder. It was as if he was toying with you, with the danger from earlier, no more than a passing threat and it seemed that all that mattered now—was each moan you made, when his knee dug into you. Slowly reaching up to pull at the hand he held against your mouth, you shuddered desperately, when Sebastian humoured you—but only for a moment and his hand slid to your cheek. Except, he didn't stop there and when his fingers slipped lightly into your mouth, pulling your lips apart eagerly, the moan you let out—was impossible to hide.

"P...Please, Sebastian—I need you to move your knee," You said, or practically whispered now, to hide the soft whimpers laced between each word and it seemed that Sebastian knew exactly when to refuse. And so, instead of pulling away his knee providing you with the relief you needed, Sebastian simply used it to push your legs further apart. "S...Sebastian—ah, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm moving my knee? Is that not what you asked for me to do?"

You shuddered and naturally leaned forward with each new movement he made, both subtle and intense—desperately searching for a way to limit his touch and yet, he still refused it. Sebastian seemed to be enjoying how breathy you'd become, so much so, that he finally moved his hand back to your mouth. But this time, he just simply focused on pushing his thumb deep inside it.

"Does being near me affect you this much? You sound almost...needy."

You tried to deny it. You shook your head and attempted to push him away, but with his hand pressed against your chin and his knee trapping you against the wall—it felt almost pointless. Sebastian could tell you were battling with yourself and it amused him, to the point that he simply pulled your lips further apart. "I must commend you for being so...obedient as of late. But, I can sense you're trying to fight me—and I don't like that."

"I—hngh...I am doing nothing."

"Are you telling me I'm wrong?" Sebastian asked, his face lowering just enough that he could graze his lips against your cheek and so you shuddered against his thumb. He had you right where he wanted you and he was now no longer sure, whether he was going to fuck you right here in the alleyway—or make you wait...make you suffer. "Let's see if I am...shall we? Turn around."

You whine desperately, for anything now—just eager for him to have his way with you but it's only after you feel the cold stone pressed up against your cheek, that you realise you had moved automatically. It was the first time that Sebastian had actually touched you with such a harsh demeanour, his hand twisting so roughly in your hair now that you simply cried out in pleasure—which seemed to only make him pull even harder. It was clear that he had waited for this moment. Sebastian had watched over you for so long, that he had now started to fantasise about everything he wanted to do to you—and for some intense reason, it always ended with you being a slobbery, crying mess.

Feeling the hand in your hair press you harder against the wall, you let out a breathy moan—when you feel his other hand drag something along your spine, the action alone makes you shudder instantly. But this seemed to only frustrate Sebastian and so the item was removed from your back, and as your moan quickly changed to a needy whine—he leaned forward to bite roughly against your now exposed shoulder. Your sweet, little cry drove him wild but unlike you, he was always better at staying calm under pressure—and so he licked over the spot he had bruised while your body shook beneath him. "You're really testing me today, aren't you? Where did my obedient, little slut go? That's what you are right?"

"S...Sebastian—hngh, please..."

"I asked you a question," Sebastian said, his voice low and rough, as if he was fighting back his desperation to fuck you and so instead, he simply pressed his aching bulge against your ass—his soft grunt of satisfaction, now mixing easily with your constant whimpering. "I'm more than capable of leaving you here, like this—a dripping wet mess, while I go and fuck someone else. Is that what you want?"

"No—hngh, please...I'll be good…I’ll be good."

"Then—answer my question, I want to hear you say it."

You let out a needy moan, when you felt Sebastian drag you away from the stone wall—the pull on your hair, making your face fall all the way back now, so that you were looking up at him and you could only whimper eagerly for whatever he had planned. "I...I'm your obedient—little....slut."

Sebastian hips pressed you back against the wall, while his bulge now pushed roughly against your ass again—rubbing just enough to elicit a moan from the both of you and upon hearing his, your body moved on its own. You leaned forward, not caring for the sting of the stone and your hips grind against him in the process—now desperate for any form of friction. Feeling Sebastian moan and stifle it with another harsh bite against your shoulder, you let out a filthy, little gasp when he returned the item to your back. "Such a…good girl. But, do you think you deserve to be fucked?"

“S…Sebastian—hngh, fuck…y-yes, please.”

”You’re so fucking…needy? I just want to devour you.”

You gasped out a throaty moan as Sebastian used the hand in your hair, to push your face harder against the stone and his lips finally made contact with your neck. He had been teasing you this whole time and it’s only then—that you realise he hadn’t actually done anything, except almost touched you. Clawing your fingers against the wall and leaning pleadingly against him, desperate to have his lips kiss you—a soft whine left your mouth, when he pulled away.

“You sound so desperate—”

“S…Sebastian—hngh, please just touch me,” you said, attempting to look back over your shoulder, only to be met with a low growl from Sebastian—before he pulled your hair, inciting another soft cry from you. It had become a game of who could hold off the longest now and he was very much winning. “A-ah! Please, I’ve been g…good.”

Sebastian’s hand moved from your hair to wrap around your neck now, as if your words had ignited something in him and his grip only tightened—spinning you around roughly. You were a panting mess at this point, your tongue unable to stay inside your mouth—and your face is so flushed, that you look mad with pleasure. But it's only when Sebastian tightened his hand on your throat and he pulled up the item he had been dragging along your back—that you realised it had been his gun and your panting grew more sporadic.

"Lick it."

He didn't wait for a response, perhaps due to not caring if you would want to do it or not, but instead—just wanted to force you into every little fantasy of his and you felt almost compelled to do anything he asked. So that’s just what you did, pushing forward almost too eagerly, that the force of Sebastian’s hand loosened just enough to allow it—and yet, it seemed he had other plans. And in a swift push, perhaps much too feverish, Sebastian pushed you down to a crouch, his hand quickly returning to your hair—pulling your face up, so that you were now looking up at him and only him.

"You look so lovely from this position—I almost don't want to ruin your pretty face," Sebastian said, dragging the barrel of his gun along your jaw and you bit back a moan as he lingered it against your lips—which were already open and pleading for it. "You're even desperate for this? What's going to happen when I want to shove my cock down your throat?"

"Sebastian—hngh, fuck...please stop teasing...me."

Sebastian smirked and he dragged your bottom lip open with the barrel of his gun, just enough that your mouth was shaped into the perfect 'o'. It clearly turned him on. The sensation of your fear mixed with the pleasure you were feeling, clearly drove him wild and when he simply waited for you to lick the barrel—Sebastian's own lips parted hungrily as your tongue left a long line of salvia along it. And that was enough for him, his gun returning swiftly to its holder that sat tightly underneath his left arm—before he turned his focus, unbuckling his belt.

"Tell me something...have you ever thought about me, while you touched yourself?" Sebastian asked, his jaw tensed slightly now as a thick, throaty moan escaped between his teeth—and it only grew more breathy, when your mouth opened wider at the sight of his throbbing cock. It twitched in his hand and he could tell you wanted to reach for it, but he denied it, no matter how much he wanted it. "Have you ever thought about me gagging you until you become a slobbering mess?"

But before you can respond, simply due to the sudden urge to bury his cock deep within your throat, Sebastian quickly slammed himself into your mouth—the action alone, gagging you and yet, you couldn’t pull away. You're already sloppy with your movements. So desperately flushed and turned on that you couldn't even think straight—the sensation of his cock, pushing further into your throat, only dragged out such filthy sounds from you now. But it's Sebastian's sounds that caused you to ignore the tears in your eyes and when his grip tightened on your hair, simply to push himself as deep as he could go—you choke out a soft whimper, gagging more before he pulled himself from you with a pop.

"A-ah—fuck, I can't...wait any longer," Sebastian said, pulling you up roughly by your hair, before he spun you around and pressed you against the wall again—the sweet little cry, that left your mouth, only igniting his urgency to fill you with his cock. He would have normally taken his time, the teasing, truly being his favourite part—but he just couldn't hold back and as he quickly pushed up your skirt and harshly pulled your underwear to the side. He slammed into you hard, the force alone, making you press harder against the wall. "Hngh—fuck, you are soaking wet...you're...so ready for me."

"S...Sebastian! Hngh—fuck!"

"Take it...take my cock—clench around it as I fill you up completely."

Sebastian didn’t wait for you to be ready, to arch your back or even prepare yourself for him, as if your comfort was the last thing on his mind—and with your desperate, wet moans, only driving him wild, he began to mindlessly fuck you, hard. It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you, it had never been about that—it was simply that he was just as needy as you were, except he just showed it another way. You could tell he was completely lust-filled now, his cock slamming deep inside you to the point that your body pressed forcefully against the wall—and yet, all you could focus on was just how good he felt.

He twitched within you, as his fingers dug into the fleshy part of your hips and you gasped out in pleasure—when he pulled out of you, only to spin you to face him. In a matter of seconds and with little time for you to catch your breath, Sebastian quickly picked you up and returned his cock inside you. Leaving you a whimpering mess as you let out a pleading sob, eagerly wrapping your legs around his waist, he grunts and moved faster. Sebastian finally kissed you now. Though it would have been more correct to call it fucking your mouth with his tongue and when he used the wall as a way to trap you against his body—you moaned against his lips, pulling him closer. 

“A-ah, Sebastian—!” You said, the words muffled with his tongue and yet, loud enough that it stirred him on further, his thrusts growing harsher as he chased his climax. But instead of simply staying focused on his own pleasure, something that had been turning you on—simply being used in such a way, Sebastian’s mouth finally left yours and a long line of saliva connected you both as he looked towards your chest. “G-god, you feel so good inside me.” 

“Fuck—you feel so good around me,” Sebastian said, or perhaps for the first time he practically cooed out his words and you finally noticed just how flushed he had become. You had been so pleasantly distracted, your attempts at focusing on how rough he slammed into you—only seemed to cause you to fall into a dream-like state. But, he gave you no chance to recover and when your watery eyes meet his, you screamed out a pleasured gasp, when he reached up and ripped your blouse completely open. “I’m going to leave a mark, something to remind you of me…every time you get naked—and when it starts to fade? I’m going to mark you again.” 

Sebastian’s mouth devoured your breasts quickly, pulling down your brassiere, so that it sat tightly underneath, holding them up for his taking and you shuddered against him—when he continued slamming his cock inside you, his low grunt vibrating against your skin. When he eventually bit you, you moaned out in surprise, whimpering at the stinging sensation he had left against your right breast, which now shot along your skin almost making you feel intoxicated. But when he flicked his tongue against the sensitive spot, your fingers found their way into his hair, dragging him closer—desperate to have him mark you as many times as he needed. 

Soon enough, Sebastian’s thrusts grew sloppier and as he attacked your breasts, his tongue and teeth now fighting for dominance over your sensitive nipples—you had attempted to hide your screams, biting hard against your hand. Feeling your body tremble at the sudden sloppiness of him now, with the wet noises of your bodies meshed together—in an almost hypnotic rhythm, you finally managed to pull Sebastian from your breasts to kiss him again. You were both so close, the intensity of the situation had pulled you into your own bubble of pleasure and when Sebastian roughly pushed you against the wall again—his hips thrusted harder, clearly desperate to fill you. 

You moaned pleadingly into his mouth, when one of his hands had reached up to wrap around your neck and when he squeezed slightly—your mouth gaped open against his. And so he eagerly fucked it with his tongue, the amount of saliva between the two of you now, dripping onto your chest—but what made it worse was that Sebastian didn’t just stop at using his tongue and when his fingers replaced it, your eyes half-closed in ecstasy.  

“Look at you? Look at what I do to you,” Sebastian said, his words coming out in short bursts with each new pump he made, the pressure still roughly pushing you against the wall as you whimpered against his fingers. But it’s only after he pushed them deeper into your mouth, dragging your lips open, that Sebastian shuddered and leaned into you—his head now biting and sucking at your neck. “Fuck—hngh, I’m going to fill you up, alright? I’m going to…fill you to the point it drips down your legs and you’re going to stay like that.”

“S…Sebastian! Hngh—fuck, I need it…please.”

Sebastian moaned against your neck now, realising how much more needy you sounded and it only made his thrusts grow so intense—that your whimpers grew the loudest they had been and your legs simply locked him into place. You were shaking so wildly now, that the sensation of him buried deep inside you, while his teeth dragged harshly against your neck—sent you into overdrive and when your hips buckled in a repeated spasm, Sebastian became a moaning mess. He gripped you hard, the hand on the fleshy part of your hip, most certainly leaving its mark as his hips bucked you into the wall. The sensation of his cum filling you, made you squirm in delight and in such a pleadingly desire, that you pushed down—desperate to push it further, to feel him further and you cried out at the sensation. 

Sebastian pulled out of you slowly now, perhaps in frustration that you couldn’t stay like this, considering where you were—but as if his cock was simply keeping his cum inside you, he smirked playfully when he pulled back to see it dripping already. Supporting you to the ground, the sensation in your legs completely gone as you fell into him softly, Sebastian chuckled and held you up—as he crouched down to see the mess he had made in you. “You have no idea how pretty you look, filled with my cum.”   

“S…Sebastian—don’t look.”

“Oh, I’m going to look and I’m going to do it again,” Sebastian said, swiping your folds softly, inciting a whimpered moan from you, before he stood, lifting your chin and placed his fingers into your mouth. You tasted the mixture of both of you eagerly and looked up at him as he placed a soft kiss against your forehead. “We shouldn’t linger here anymore. Besides, I want to make a mess of your pretty, little mouth—my car’s not far.” 

You let out another moan and nod breathlessly as Sebastian ran his thumb over your bottom lip, before he removed his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders—making you realise your blouse had been ruined and you grumbled, hitting him softly. “I liked this blouse, you know.”

“I’ll buy you a new one…but considering how I will just rip it off you again. You might as well wear nothing.” 

You whine pleadingly, shifting slightly as you felt his cum drip along your thighs and when he noticed your sudden shyness—the attempt to keep it in place, failing, Sebastian could only smirk and kiss at your jaw. Eventually, he moved from your side, making sure that the coast was clear, the return of why you were in the alleyway in the first place—only causing him to swiftly become professional again. And yet, when he turned back to you, reaching for your hand and slowly pulled you into the street—something had clearly changed between the both of you and you smiled as he caressed your skin softly and led you to his car. 

WHEW, HELLO: SWEET DREAMS/GOOD MORNING! Tagging: @sophiver

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Rui x gn!reader

Don't ask, I suddenly felt compelled to write this. So uhh if you're lee for Kamishiro Rui, you're welcome~

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Rui x reader (interpret as you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Rui

Warnings: Tickles

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Another boring day of class. The teacher's voice was so deep and slow it could almost put you to sleep. You pretended to pay attention but were just doodling on your notebook. While your classmate, Rui, who sat behind you, practically did the same. Except he was sketching out ideas for future inventions.

"Maybe I could rest my eyes for a moment" You thought to yourself. As your eyes drifted closed, you suddenly felt a flick go down your back. Causing you to jolt upright. You turned back to look at the culprit, and there was Rui with that teasy smirk he always wore.

"Oi, cut it out...!" You whispered out, but you knew damn well that that boy wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Whenever he got bored, which was always, you were always his target for some fun entertainment. Even if it came at your expense.

You turned back around, trying to act normal. A little while passed and you almost forgot about the incident, that was until you felt some light tapping along your sides.

"Eep-!" You instantly slapped both hands onto your mouth to prevent any embarrassing sounds to come out, but that only left you more vulnerable to Rui's ticklish onslaught. He then climbed his fingers up your sides to your ribs, then back down. Going very slowly, as if two tickly spiders went up and down the sides of your torso. He was consistent, not letting up for even a second. The touch was so soft yet felt so sensitive, you were practically screaming internally. At this point, your cheeks kept turning redder each second of this ongoing torture.

Before you knew it, you felt his warm breath against your ear as he leaned in close and whispered "Ahh... kocho kocho kocho~ Remember, you can't make any sound~".

"R-rUi you aHass...!" You tittered out, it took everything in you to not burst out laughing right there and then.

You got a couple glances from the other students, snickering at your situation. But luckily the teacher hand't noticed, if they did that'd be embarrassing.

It couldn't get worse... right? Oh how naive of you. Rui decided to amp it up a bit and snuck his hands under your sweater, his fingers softly pinching and prodding the soft flesh of your tummy.

"HnGh! Pfft-! Hrrrgh!" You jumped and yelped, squirming like a worm in your seat. All while cursing at Rui mentally, even though you did enjoy his playfullness. Not like you'd ever admit it.

After enduring his tickling for a while, your lord and savior came through. The bell rang, signaling that class was over. Finally Rui let up with the tickling. You let out a long sigh of relief, softly catching your breath.

It was now time for lunch so you got up to leave, but before that you felt an arm swing around your shoulder. When you looked up, it was Rui once again looking down at you with the same teasy look.

"Hey Y/N! How about we continue were we left off?~" He playfully winked as he dragged you along without waiting for a reply.

"H-hey! I never agreed to this-" before you could finish complaining, he brough his finger up to your lips and made a 'shh' sound.

"Please, we both know you liked it~".

Your face practically errupted right there on the spot, causing Rui to giggle. You pouted playfully and went along with him, giddy to know what he'd do next.

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Idk what I'm doing, but I like it :>

[doflamingosstrings]

Gale Angst

No gender specified but female in mind when I wrote it. ANGST, SPOILERS, CHARACTER DEATH, Astarion x reader elements! (I was emotional ok)

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He was like the sun. He took up every thought that dared to cross your mind, just as the light shines all day, you took him for granted. He was the purple in the flowers, the blue of the night sky, but he was gone just as flowers wither and the night passes.

You were sitting on the soft grassy floor, staring out into the sky. You had once shared a moment with him at this very spot. You sat in the same exact spot, but this time, you were left without company. You could feel it, you could feel him. You could feel the weave, remnants of his body and soul. Fragments of violet magic filled the air as you pretended you were more to him than he let you be.

The air was thick, no matter how hard you struggled to take a breath, your features were stressed as you desperately held yourself together. Tears fought with you at every point they could. You fought them back, but you knew they'd win. They always did.

You felt your head throb as you tilted your head backward, gripping the grass between your fingers as you forced your feelings into your throat.

Your chest heaved, unable to hold back your regret. You clenched your teeth, but when that didn't work, you closed your eyes, knowing the moment you opened them, your feelings would fall out.

You bit your tongue, pain was the only thing that could distract you from that feeling in your heart. Your temple throbbed, your emotions being walled off like a dam as you tried to keep yourself together.

You bit down on your tongue again, but stopped when you could taste blood. You opened your mouth to take a deep breath, hoping that would calm you down, but all you could manage was, “Hngh-'' As your breath stopped. You clenched your teeth again, feeling your tears waiting to run down.

You huffed, knowing you couldn't hold back these tears, no matter how strong you thought you were.

You slowly opened your eyes back up, your vision instantly foggy. All you could do was bite your lip as you stared at the spot he had once shared with you. You could hardly see it behind the veil of sadness, but when you swiped your hand over it, you felt something besides grass. You attempted to sniff back your emotions quietly as you bit your lip harder, trying to keep yourself together at the very least. Even as the tears fell without guidance you didn't want to make a scene. Everyone was taking this hard, but you…You were taking it the hardest.

Your head still felt tense, even as you leaked out your feelings. You wondered when this pressure would go away, when the hurt would go away, but you knew the answer to that question.

You blinked a few times, trying to clear your view. With every blink, another tear came, slipping down your cheek and off your face. You took your free hand, wiping one eye with your palm, then the other with the back. You then wiped your lashes with the sides of your fingers before you blinked again, you could see now, though the tears threatened your vision with every passing moment.

You slowly turned your head to where your hand was, where you could feel the weave the strongest at your not so full camp. You kind of just stared for a few moments, not knowing what to make of what you were looking at. Would you cry? Of Course, you were going to, but first, you smiled.

Your lips took their time to curl themselves into the softest of grins. This time, you didn't fight the tears, letting them go where they pleased as you gazed longingly at what was in your hand.

A flower. Where Gale had once showed you the blessings of Mystra, were a small patch of flowers. They each stood at different lengths, their stalks green and littered with leaves, but they all had the same petals. Five perfectly purple petals that faded to a dark blue near the middle.

You held one in your hand, feeling the presence of the wizard in them.

You couldn't have held back the way you cried even if you were tired, no matter how much effort you could have put into holding yourself together, it was no use, not after that.

You didn't know whether to pluck the flower or protect the patch of magic for all eternity. You caressed the petals with your fingers, feeling how soft they were. A part of you wanted to rip them from the ground, but a larger part of you wanted to stare at them forever.

“I wish you had been more selfish…” You said as your hands danced around the patch of weave.

You turned your head as you closed your eyes. You scrunch your face in pain as you felt your heart throb, you could hardly get the words out of your throat.

You took the most careful of breaths as you avoided looking next to you. You shifted your gaze toward the sky, opening your eyes.

“I would have been there for you..” You said as you cried, clenching your teeth as you tried your best to speak without interrupting yourself with sobs.

You shook your head, your expression full of desperation as you spilled your heart out.

“I would have done…anything..” You admitted, hating yourself for not being able to say this to him.

That sentence hurt particularly bad, you struggled to even get it out in the first place.

“What could I have done..?” you asked, as you stared into the sky begging the weave for answers.

You dropped your head in disappointment when you were answered with silence.

He was gone.

“I..” You started as you huffed out half a whine as your heart took advantage of you.

“I loved you..” You managed to get out, as you immediately held your hand over your eyes as you could stop yourself from crying at the admission that you never got to tell him.

“I loved you, So. Much.” You emphasized as you forgot about any decorum you had thought about before.

You pressed the palms of your hands over your eyes as your upper body writhed in sadness.

“What could I have..” You attempted to say, but your feelings wouldn't dare let you finish.

You couldn't compare to a goddess. To Mystra. Of Course you couldn't, even Gale knew that.

You wish you couldn't tell him how severely you adored him. How you would hold him every and any time you couldn't get the chance. Or the way you gazed so lovingly at each one of his features. You wished you could've told him how your heart swelled whenever your eyes met, whenever he passed by you, or how his voice made you swoon. But would he have even cared? Compared to the goddess of magic, would your love even compare?

You shook your head as you laughed at the mere thought.

“You wretched goddess…” You half laughed, half cried out.

“You took him away from me…” You said softly at first, but that softness could only last so long until it turned into anger.

“You took him away from me, you miserable woman!” You raised your voice, yelling into the sky.

You meant for your wailing to have an edge of hurtfulness to it, but with the way your voice was breaking, it sounded nothing but pathetic.

“Give him back…” You mumbled, wishing your words would reach the man who was no longer of this world.

“Give him back!!” You said far louder as you let your arms wrap themselves around your body.

Your chest heaved with sadness as you sat on your knees screaming up into the night.

“JUST GIVE HIM BACK!” You screamed with every piece of you you could muster until you ended up a weeping mess on the ground.

You were yelling and wailing, your cries only paused by your sniffs and hiccups.

There were no more words you could manage, only screams of anguish and sorrow.

The night was so cold, and your voice had started to disappear by the time your tears simply couldn't flow anymore.

You could only sniff away your pain as your eyes became sore and red. “Gale…” You said, knowing just saying his anime hurt like nothing you had ever experienced before.

You felt like a shell of yourself, you would take any amount of pain over this.

“Gale..” You mumbled to yourself as you sat up off of the grass, your arms wrapped around your body.

You then heard footsteps behind you. But you didn't care, enemy, or friend, this was too painful to bear.

You expected whoever was there to say something, but instead, you just felt a body slowly make its way next to you. They sat down but you didn't look their way, only biting the inside of your cheek as your tears fell freely off of your cheek. You held your knees up to your chest, your arms around your knees as you stared down at the ground where the traces of his weave were strongest.

Before you could sigh and excuse yourself, you felt an arm on your shoulder, pushing you to the side, and suddenly you were leaning on their shoulder.

And again, the tears flew.

All you could see was a blob of pale skin and white hair as you turned your head to bury your face in the man's chest.

The man didn't say a thing, only carefully running his hand through your hair as you cried into him.

You stayed there for a while, you stayed until that pit in your heart had felt lighter. It would never disappear and you knew that this was a part of you, a pain that would never leave. But when you looked up, seeing the pale vampire giving you a similarly pained look on a similarly tear stained face you felt…less bad.

You met his eyes only once, turning back to the moon in the sky as you rested your head on the man's shoulder, letting the remnants of the weave inside of your heart, where it would stay till the weave took you too.

[quinloki]

A Light Touch

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

CW: language, assault, violence, sexual themes and situations, implications of non-con, loss of limbs, blood. 18+ Only.

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 20: Tomorrow

You were more exhausted than you had ever been before as you had slipped into a deep sleep that night. Being tangled up in Kid's arms as you drifted off hadn't hurt anything either. You remember thinking about how warm his hand had been weeks ago, and the rest of him was just as comfortably warm.

The small problem with having slept so deep was that you were awake early.

There wasn't the barest hint of light in the sky, and when you came back to bed from your stretch you realized that at some point you and Kid had untangled. Which made sense, otherwise it probably would've been a struggle for you to wiggle out of bed a minute ago.

Your mind wandered to the events of the evening before, heat rushing back up into your face. There was a desperate, needy twitch between your thighs and you realized two things at the same time: You were the only one who got any pleasure last night, and you had a deep craving for more. The two of you hadn't had a chance to talk about such things, and you didn't want to surprise him with anything only to find out it was a bad idea.

People wake up differently, and if Kid had violent reflexes, you could be broken in a really un-sexy way.

But there was no way you were going to fall back to sleep if you didn't take care of yourself. You didn't want to go back to your room, and despite the show you had provided last night, you didn't want to do anything exposed. Nothing would be more mortifying than to have someone walk in to wake Kid.

Climbing back into bed you stayed as far from Kid as you could and still be under the covers. You let your mind wander as your fingers went to work, remembering the things that Eustass had done to you earlier.

The man's mouth was dangerous on multiple levels.

Thinking about him was enough to cause a rush of pleasure and as small sounds of pleasure escape you, his name slips from your lips as the heat fills you up. You weren't struggling with what you were doing, but you realized that you weren't nearly as skilled as Kid at pushing your own buttons, and you were – somewhere in the back of your mind – miffed about that.

Your breath came faster, and you could feel yourself nearing climax. A cold chill slipped down your back, followed by a single, impossibly warm, finger sliding down your spine, curling around the silk bow on the back of your lingerie.

"Mouse." The finger had stopped you, but the voice has nearly frozen you in place. You could feel the bed shift as he moves closer to you. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Trying to... fall back asleep?"

He pulls you to him, your back against his chest. He was already moving your arm away from where you had it before you could answer. His actions were gentle, but you weren't going to be able to struggle against them even if you had tried. He turns your wrist as he raises your arm over your head and licks your fingers.

"Can't sleep unless you masturbate?" He muses, kissing your fingers and then the palm of your hand. The action nearly breaks your brain, and you feel your cheeks going hot.

"Haa, um, I... can, but I couldn't stop thinking about," you swallow as his tongue trails down your arm, sending shivers through your body. "Things."

"Mm, what kind of things?" There was an amused tone in his voice as he nuzzles into the back of your neck, teeth nipping lazily against your skin.

"Things that... you did to me. I mean, hngh," His fingers were sliding up your leg, wandering near places you wanted them to go without granting you the pleasure of it. "You. I was thinking about you, and I got so turned on I couldn't get to sleep." You admit in a rush of words, hiding your face in your hands.

His fingers twitch, and you can feel the smile on his face.

"Addicted to me already," he muses, pulling you to your back as he moves to be over top of you. You make a noncommittal noise from behind your hands. "Being shy is cute, Mouse, but if you keep covering your face I'm going to tie you up so you can't cover anything I don't want you to."

You feel yourself flinch, but you only move your hands enough to peek at Eustass through them. "I... I don't know that I'm against that, and I have no idea what to do with that information." You admit, slowly bringing your hands away from your face.

Kid looks like he just found the One Piece.

"I'll make sure you get back to sleep," he promises, pulling the babydoll top up and off you in an easy motion. Being completely naked under him sends a rush through your body and you almost cover yourself before stopping your hands. Instead, you place them against his arms, fingers trembling slightly as the rush of blood turns you red from your face to your chest.

"You're a lot better at following instructions when you're in my room, Mouse." He muses, leaning down and kissing you before you can say anything. His deep, pleased moan pushes into you just ahead of a tongue that wasn't taking no for an answer.

By the time Kid lets you breathe, you're dizzy and needy and dangerously open to any suggestion so long as he's willing to continue. You're not too concerned about the details; you just know that you want more. More kisses, more touches, more pleasure, and at this point you would accept pain, just so long as it was him your addled brain was certain you would enjoy it.

He continues to kiss you, moving down your neck to your collarbone. His fingers are already rubbing against your clit, and the amused rumble sinks into you as his mouth teases your breast. There's a gentleness in his actions, and a curiosity you hadn't felt earlier.

He had simply been pushing pleasure into you last night, but now he was searching you, figuring out what made you squirm, gasp, tense and moan. Even as the pleasure built up in you steadily, he didn't stop. You ended up on your stomach at some point, his arm around your waist, fingers still teasing you as he kisses down your back. His prosthetic fingers gliding over your skin as your hands flexed against the bedsheets, grasping for anything as your trembling moans sank into the bed.

Eustass pulls his hand out from under you just as you're sure you're about to cum just from him teasing your clit. He slides his soaked fingers down your back as he puts his legs between yours, pushing them apart.

"I doubt you'll learn how to control it, Mouse, but your voice changes when you're close." He says, leaning down and kissing your shoulders as his fingers slide back inside you. Two at first before a third starts to push into you, filling you up with an almost painful pressure.

"P-please," the word slips from you as the full feeling has your legs trying – and failing – to close.

"Please, what?"

"I w-want you in me," you turn a little, looking over your shoulder and meeting those deep golden eyes.

"I'm already in you, Mouse, you're going to have to be specific." He replies, the grin on his face sending a shiver straight to your core.

"N-not your fingers, I want -."

He pulls his fingers out of you and you can feel his rock hard dick press against your ass. "Be very specific, Mouse, or things might end up in places you don't want."

"Haa, fuck," you swear, turning your face toward the pillow. You don't get a chance to say anything before Eustass turns you over onto your back again.

He's grinding against your slit, eyes holding your gaze. "Look me in the eye and tell me what you want."

"You're evil." You say quietly. There's a hum, but he doesn't say anything. "I want your," you make a frustrated sound, "-ock, cock! In my... my..." The word comes out of you, but it is very quiet, and you can't hold Eustass' gaze anymore. Your face is so red your cheeks hurt.

He leans down and bites the crook of your neck as he begins to slowly push into you. You cry out in surprise and pain from the bite, but the sharp sensation passes as you can feel yourself stretching to accommodate his size.

"I won't be this merciful again, Mouse." He promises you, pulling out and slowly pushing back in. You nod at his words, hands trembling against his arms as the feeling of him pushing deeper steals the breath from you.

He feels impossibly large, and some part of your mind is convinced you're going to split in two. Rationally you know it won't happen, but the sensation is too new, too inescapable, and too overwhelming.

"I'm not crushing your lungs, breathe Mouse." He teases, pulling back out a little as you suck in a breath.

"B-big! It feels t-too big!" You gasp, sucking in a breath.

"Does it hurt?"

You shake your head. "J-just a little overwhelming."

He leans down with a smile and kisses your forehead. "Breathe and relax, I'm not going to split you in half. Not this time, at least." He assures you, pushing deeper again.

"Haa-nnngh, Kii-urk!" Your legs curl around him, and half-way through his name escaping you, your body shudders enough that you pull yourself flush against his hips suddenly, driving him into you entirely.

You see him wince, and his hands twist the bed sheets as he struggles to keep still while you adjust. You manage a few shaky breaths and feel your body start to relax.

"Haa – haa-shhhhit." You gasp, holding onto his arms as you shift your hips slowly. There's a grin from Eustass has he begins to move as well, matching your pace for a moment before he starts to take control again.

Leaning back his hands come to rest over your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to move in long steady thrusts. The pleasurable sensation from your chest seems to go straight to your thighs, making the long steady pace push you closer to an orgasm that already feels too big to be safe. You hold onto his wrists, trying to pull his hands away, but he doesn't budge.

"You can't tell me it hurts," he muses as you're mewling and squirming under him.

"F-feels like I'm going to c-cum!" You gasp and realize that his pace and teasing are riding you along an edge you can't quite crest. A frustrated sound escapes you before you beg, "K-Kid, please!"

"Begging to cum, Mouse, or begging for me to stop?"

The sound that slips from you is a mix of need and concern. "I. Don't. Know!" You gasp, reaching out to him with tears rushing into your eyes. "S-save me, I think I'm l-losing my mind!"

He moves his prosthetic to the bed, bracing himself with it as he leans down enough for your hands to reach his shoulders. You hold onto him, fingers digging into him as his pace picks up, thumb still teasing one of your nipples as his teeth nip at your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

Eustass Kid had comforted you after Decken broke into your apartment. He'd helped you into and out of his unruly truck, and had protected you physically and emotionally as best he knew how. For months, you had been tangled up in his life.

Earlier you thought you had been tangled up in him.

But earlier was nothing compared to right now. The rush of pleasure was almost terrifying, and the idea of having to suffer space between the two of you after being so close hurt your heart. You almost wanted to disappear into this fiery force of nature, and if this was him restraining himself you might just be safer that way.

He pushes you over the edge as your shaky voice cries his name into his ear, your fingers leaving bright red lines against his pale skin as your entire body tenses and shudders. You hear him hiss a swear as a few rough and heavy thrusts nearly push the air out of you, his own breath coming out hard and heavy as he twitches deep inside you.

"Fuckin' hells, Mouse." His voice is breathier than you expect, and his hair's matted against his face from the sweat you're both covered in. "You cum much harder and you're gonna rip my fuckin' dick off."

You go to say something, but neither your brain nor your mouth seem to want to cooperate, and your unintelligible mutter fails on your lips.

"Still alive?" He asks, watching you fail miserably at speaking.

You nod weakly, and gasp as he pulls out, your legs twitching at the last little bits of pleasure the motion causes.

He gets out of the bed, pulling off the condom you hadn't even seen him grab, and you realize that you probably cannot stand right now. After tossing the rubber, he turns back to the bed and kneels down so he's at eye level, he head resting on his prosthetic, his fingers moving a few locks of hair away from your face.

"Good job, you didn't pass out." He says with a crooked grin. "Get some rest, Mouse."

You reach out, and slip your fingers between his before he can move away. "Don' go." Kid's eyes widen a little and you can see his cheeks flush red before he covers his face for a second.

"I'm just going to shower," he says softly, looking at you from behind his hand. "I'm not leaving."

"Mm, I know," you admit, and move to try and sit up, before your still shaky arms just leave you to stay against the mattress. "I just... want you to stay, um, close."

"Somehow I feel like I've lost," Kid grumbles, rubbing his face with his hand before letting out a sigh. "If I carry you into the bathroom with me, can I take a damn shower?"

You nod and he separates your hand from his. "I'll be right back, don't panic." He grunts and walks away for a moment. When he comes back, he wraps you up in a bath sheet like a little mouse-burrito and carries you into the bathroom with him.

You end up nodding off a little while Kid gets cleaned up and are only aware of him cleaning you up enough to be able to help him more than hinder him. The t-shirt he gives you to use as pajamas goes down to your knees, and he curls up with you on the side of the bed that's not soaked in sex and sweat before the two of you fall asleep for a couple more hours.

When you wake up, still snuggled into his arms, you're a little surprised at how beautiful he looks. Nothing about Eustass Kid had ever struck you as wholly unpleasant. His rude speech, his large presence, his scars, even his often-times insufferable ego weren't negatives. Not to you, at least, for whatever hardship that may or may not cause you down the road.

But right now, he looked peaceful. Calm. Content. If you hadn't already fallen hard for everything else about him, you wouldn't have been able to survive seeing this side of him. You wanted to tell him, and as you dozed for a little bit longer, you decided you would. Once everything was resolved with Decken, and he couldn't try to deny your feelings as being something else, you would say it.

Even if the idea of admitting it felt a little like having a second "The Crisis" moment.

Next Chapter

[noa-nightingale]

New Worth It ep <3

And it is with Simu Liu! I think it is very beautiful that one of the last episodes is with Simu showing them his favorite food places in Toronto. Worth It is, among other things, about bringing people together with food, enjoying their company and sharing experiences and memories, and that was so beautifully on display in this episode.

Here are some favorite moments:

“three different foods that Simu has a personal connection to” I like that they are doing it this way and that it is not three times the same food. It is an interesting little change.

Andrew’s sweater. He looks so good in it.

Steven: “I don’t want to finish this patty. I am at the point now where I have the perfect bite” - followed by Adam stealing his food and accidentally biting his finger lmao

LeBronto

the way the chefs/restaurant owners talk about the foods and the connections to their personal stories

weird food analogies (Steven talking about the bathtub inside the shower)

shower sandwich

Simu: “It might be the only bathing situation where all three of us could use it at the same time.” - Andrew: “Now here’s an idea for a segment.”

“Did you just taste me without my consent?” lol

this:

Adam is the iceberg lettuce

Adam’s little laugh

the whole ending where they talked about their Worth It winners. It was so so lovely.

Somehow it is so special to bring someone to a place you have childhood memories attached to. I am so glad that Simu could share that with Steven, Andrew and Adam.

Simu enjoying it so much to show them the last place and making new memories with them there. Hngh.

Steven rubbing Simu’s shoulder for a second at the end. It was such a familiar little gesture.

I really really REALLY don’t want this show to end. There is something so comforting about it and I will be very sad when it is over.

[zelianthos-capercaillie]

@hashimada-week A sneak peek of my contribution for the HashiMada Week 2023 event Day 6 prompts, “Flowers” and “Sparring”

It’s a Hanahaki AU set in the Warring States Period:

The two grappled on the ground, clawing, biting, kicking, and eye-gouging each other. It was a no-holds-barred fest; the short guttural noises they had been making earlier were now replaced with taunting and taking potshots at each other left and right.

A headbutt landed squarely on a nose bridge.

"Hngh! Not bad. I always knew you were a solid ten—" A swivel of the head to avoid getting scratched in the face.

"Thanks, I—ow!" It was cut off by an eye poke.

"—out of a hundred."

"Ooh, nice one. If only—ghk!" Fingers were inserted inside the mouth in a tearing-off manner, only for them to get bitten. "—if only your techniques are as good as your ‘compliments’."

They were kneeing each other in the groin, grabbing by the balls (?!)—although who grabbed who first, no one would confess was sure—and doing many more acts of pettiness.

At some point, Madara spotted an opening and got on top of Hashirama in a straddle, forcing his right arm down with a wrist grip. He then grabbed the other arm to try and do the same, snarling when there was a painful tug on his hair.

Hashirama kept resisting and tried to take back control by pitching them sideways. Madara mirrored the move, but Hashirama did it again. This continued until the two had rolled deeper into the forest, still tangled up in each other.

Hashirama tried to lodge Madara off of him once more—this time by bucking his hips—but Madara held firm and cinched his legs even tighter. He added more weight by leaning forward and was eventually able to force Hashirama's other arm down by interlocking their fingers together.

This close, they were almost breathing the same air.

"Give up?" The question was practically a wheeze.

"Heh. Give up—" was the breathless answer, "—on me giving up!"

The ordeal should not have winded the both of them; they had done much more strenuous sparring than this, after all. But here they were, panting and sweating against each other, their hearts beating loudly in their chests.

They took a moment to calm down, just staring and smiling at each other.

Madara's smile grew wider as he leaned forward even more, getting closer and closer until the tips of their noses were almost touching. The damn itch in his throat was back, so he had to act quickly.

Hashirama mirrored him and started to tilt his head forward as well, before he snapped his head to the side, finally realizing what Madara had done.

He had weaved a seal using their entwined hands.

The Seal of the Tiger.

When Hashirama locked eyes with him again in alarm, Madara’s only response was a playful wink.

In an instant, huge, roaring flames engulfed the small clearing they had rolled into. Enormous fireballs shaped like dragon heads dove at the ground and fed off of each other’s billowing heat, growing in size and turning the glade into a nightmare of scorched earth and charred wood, with Madara at the heart of the destruction laughing maniacally.

The Mokuton vines that rose up to encase Hashirama at the last second in order to get him out of the blast radius unfurled and deposited him on a nearby tree branch.

Although he was able to get away in the nick of time, Madara saw that Hashirama still got singed in the aftermath.

Good.

"Madara! That wasn’t fair!" Hashirama cried out as the fire died down. "I thought we were going to spar with taijutsu alone?!"

"We agreed to no such thing!" Madara replied in a haughty manner, tossing his hair. "Don’t start making new rules just because you almost fell for a simple Katon, Hashirama!"

Hashirama’s response was to curl up into a ball—how he hadn’t rolled off the tree branch was a mystery—in gloom.

"I can’t believe you tried to set me on fire," he said, as he whispered something else to himself.

"Ah? Speak up, Hashirama, and stop muttering to yourself up there!"

Madara took a step toward him but made a leap instead when towering wooden spikes burst out from below the ground all of a sudden, each one growing another pointed offshoot aiming for him.

Hashirama emerged from another tree branch as the wood clone that was all curled up like a pill bug melted back into the bark.

"Then I guess I’ll respond with my own!" he crowed.

Mokuton briars covered in fine bristles came down from the treetops, their thorns trying to reach for Madara and snag into his clothes. He set them on fire before they could reach him, lest he suffer from another case of the itches. He was not going through that experience a second time.

Madara spat out a loud curse.

"Here I come, Madara!" Hashirama shouted back with glee. The tree branches transformed into wooden hands. "If we’re using ninjutsu, then there’s something I’ve been meaning to test. I dare you to counter it!"

Madara weaved his way out of the demented Mokuton vines as he made the hand signs for another Katon. Two can play this game.

Great Flame Flowers gave chase to Hashirama shortly thereafter.

Madara bared his teeth in a vicious grin. "Bring it, Hashirama!"

[poly-thot-one-piece-edition]

Hat Trick

Eustass Kid x cisfem!Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: Language, violence, sexual themes, crass humor -

Summary: Hat Trick is a purely self-indulgent story. It's more porn than plot (at least at the start), but there's a story in there too.

It's my first multi-love story, and little slow going, but I hope you enjoy it.

18+ as always.

Chapter 5: Knotty Mouse

You had asked Kid to buy condoms before he came over tonight, and so you weren’t surprised to see him standing in the doorway with the edge of a packet between his teeth, cheeky grin on his face. Your face went red but you still laughed – it was an over-the-top hammed up action on his part, and while the point was made it was certainly funny.

“Get in here you horn dog, before anyone sees.” You say with a laugh, stepping down the hall as he comes inside. “Please tell me that duffle bag isn’t filled with boxes of condoms.”

“Nah, Mouse. I’m not trying to break you tonight,” he says casually. “I brought some gear in case I could talk you into trying it, and a change of clothes.” He reaches out and twists a finger into the collar of your shirt pulling you into a kiss. “I was hoping you’d let me sleep over, all things considered.”

Stepping back shyly you can feel your face turning red. “Y-yeah, I’d like that.”

Kid’s boots are off and he’s stepping toward you as you step back. There’s a mischievous light in his eyes and a hungry smirk on his face as he sets the duffle bag down at the end of the entrance hall.

“Mm, something has you distracted, Mouse.” His tongue slips over his teeth before he pulls his t-shirt off. “I wonder what it is.”

“M-many things, it seems.” You admit, your eyes wandering over Eustass’ bare torso.

He almost has you backed against the far wall at this point. “You were distracted before I got here. Over the phone, when you left that cute little message for me.”

His hand reaches out for you, but you grab it as your back pushes into the curtains that cover the sliding glass door behind you. “Ah… um… I…” You can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, and his body is distracting as well, so you look away as you hold his hand. “Your… your surprise,” you manage to mutter, and can feel the glee coming off him. “Do you want to find out visually, or – or by touch?”

Kid considers for a moment, and then reaches out and pinches one of your nipples between his fingers. It’s gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt, forceful enough you can’t ignore it, and you gasp from the pleasure of it. “Touch,” he says, his other hand teasing your other nipple as he leans down and whispers into your ear. “I hope I can strip you once I figure it out.”

“Y-yes,” you manage nodding a little as his lips tease the tender parts of your ear and neck.

For long minutes his hands don’t move from your nipples, teasing them and eliciting moans from you. You can feel yourself getting wet from it and you almost feel more embarrassed that you’re so turned by the attention.

“E-Eustass, p-please…”

“Please what, Mouse?”

“You’re – you’re not going to fig-figure out, hngh! – ah, shit. You’re not going to figure out what the surprise is b-by doing this.” Your hands are on his shoulders to steady yourself. You don’t know if you can cum from this specific kind of teasing or not, and you’re torn between wanting to know and not.

He nuzzles into your neck and sucks on the sensitive skin roughly as he twists your nipples hard. The mix of pleasure and pain causes you to cry out, nearly orgasming, as you shakily hold onto him to keep your feet under you.

“Gods your noises, Mouse.” His tone sinks into you as his hands start to wander over your body in earnest. He doesn’t get far before he freezes for a second. Leaning back slowly he catches your gaze as an amused and pleased expression spreads across his face. “That’s not lingerie.”

“Tech-technically, no.” You admit as his fingers run along the lines of what’s under your shirt.

Eustass pulls your shirt off and you cross your arms over your chest reflexively, blushing down to your shoulders.

“Hishi karada,” his voice is heavy, and you can feel his body tensing. “You put yourself in a rope dress.”

You nod, the tension in the air is thick. When he arrived he had been horny, there was no doubt about it, but your surprise might have been too much too soon. The heat and desire rolling off of him right now was almost oppressive. It was impressive that he hadn’t just snapped and had his way with you, because you could sense he wanted to.

Kid’s hands move down either side of your arms, not quite touching you before his hands clench into fists and he takes a step back. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out, looking up at the ceiling for a moment.

“Take off those pants if you don’t want me to rip them to shreds, Mouse, and for the love of fuck make sure you use those colors tonight.” He commands, still looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” you offer a small apology as you take your pants off.

“Don’t you dare apologize for-.” Kid freezes as he looks down at you. You step out of your sweatpants, revealing the final part of the surprise you had for him.

You’re pulling your socks off as he walks away from you and steps into the kitchen. You’re laughing a little as you toss the last one off to the side. “I was apologizing because I think I went a little too far with my surprise.” You admit, hiding yourself behind the countertop. All you were in now was some rope and a pair of cheap fishnet stockings.

“You really paid attention, huh?” He says. His back’s to you, and he’s holding onto the countertop, leaning over the sink a little.

“I… yeah.” You admit sheepishly.

“You want to beg me to stop without me stopping?” He questions.

“… yeah.”

“You want to beg me to let you cum, Mouse?” His voice is heavy. You can’t tell if he’s losing control or composing himself at this point.

“Y-yeah.”

Kid takes in another breath. “Alright, then you’re going to answer this next question with green, yellow, or red. After this no will have no valid meaning to me unless you answer red. You can cry for me to stop, and I won’t unless I want to. Green if you get it, yellow if you want me to check on you when you say no, and red if I’ve made you too nervous with this and you want something more vanilla.”

“Green,” you say without hesitation, hoping you can remember three colors when Eustass has you a complete mess in a little bit.

“You got twenty seconds to get to the room you want to be in, and in a presentable position.” He says forcefully. It takes a second for you to realize the game has begun, and you look around stepping back from the counter.

You opt to go into the bedroom, for no other reason than you’re a bit concerned that Kid would have you out on the balcony at some point if you started in the living room. You aren’t completely sure what he means by a presentable position, but you remember seeing something in a porno one time and decide to go for it.

Kneeling in the middle of the room, facing the door, you spread your knees apart and lean back, putting your hands against your heels. It’s a terribly embarrassing and exposing position, and even before Eustass comes into the room you’re already practically shivering with nerves and need.

When he opens the door and steps inside the pause in his actions causes you to blush. You can’t meet the gaze that is drinking every detail of you in, and you suddenly want to cover yourself.

“Don’t move,” he commands and you, flicking on the light. You flinch, the sudden brightness almost feels tangible making your breathing heavy, heat racing across your skin. “Mm, look at you. I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“You’re not… you’ve never been subtle about, things.” You manage to say, eyes averted as he kneels down in front of you.

“Hmm.” Eustass reaches out with a finger against your chin and pulls your gaze back toward him. “Been fantasizing about me, Mouse?”

You can’t pull your eyes from his lips as you nod.

The sure grin leans forward and whispers in your ear. “I’m going to be so much better than you can imagine.”

“Haaa… shit.” You could feel your body shiver. The confidence was enough, but the fact that you didn’t doubt his statement already had you off-balance.

It starts with a kiss against your neck, soft and tender, and still you gasp. Then hot fingers slide over your shoulder and down your side and the kiss deepens, and when those fingers stop atop your thigh, you’re biting your lower lip. He’s drawings lines over the fishnet pattern, teeth nipping at the tender skin of your neck.

His hand moves between your thighs, maddeningly light in its touch and you’re just about to plead with him when he sucks hard on your neck and pushes two fingers inside your wet pussy. Your hands grip your ankles harder as your whole body shudders, a hiss of pain turning into a throaty moan. His fingers push deep as he licks the bruising mark, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Haah, hhaaa-nnngh, K-Kid,” your body is already shivering, every little movement of his hand is sending ripples through you, and he’s not making little movements. The wet sounds are almost more embarrassing than having the lights on.

“Seems you make all sorts of good noises,” Kid muses. His free hand grabs your hair and pulls you back a little, forcing you to be balanced on his terms. “Don’t you dare cum, Mouse.”

“Hah? What? I – I c-can’t n-not,” you gasp, body tensing in your new precarious position.

“Better start beggin’ then, ‘cause you don’t have permission right now.” He says sternly, even as his fingers continue building the pleasure up inside you.

You had questions, but not the capacity to ask them. You were effectively locked into this position, there was no easy way to squirm away and give yourself relief, but you were already bubbling over with pleasure.

“P-please, uh, hnnngh – fuck – let, let me cum, please?”

“Years learning all those languages and words, and that’s the best you got?” Eustass’ voice is low and dangerous. “Try harder Mouse, I’d hate to punish you in the first round.”

“L-let me cum, please, Eustass – I… I’ll m-make such good sounds for you, and – and I, I’m in a good position, right?” You gasp, you can feel the coil tightening and you can’t slow it down. “I’m, haaa -haaa, please, please let me cum, I wanna be good!”

“Hang on, not yet.” Eustass’ words seem to sink into you, part praise, part demand. He purrs into your ear to hold on just a little longer, to keep being good, to let things build just a little bit more. You’re practically in tears trying not to cum, and trying not to let the building sensation fade. Your body is a twitching, shivering mess, and you’re losing control of it.

“Please, I-.”

“Cum for me.” He demands, his tone causing your entire body to tense. The rush is almost painful at first, it hits you in such a flood. Once your muscles relax a little you’re nearly growling the deep moan that’s being torn from you. Your hands are holding onto his arm, you don’t have the strength or desire to pull his hand away from you, but you need to hold onto something more solid than your own shivering body.

Eustass steadies you as your body crumples, laying you gently on the floor and straightening your legs out before they start to cramp. You’re covered in a thin layer of sweat, limbs still twitching as you’re catching your breath.

“I’ve never…” You struggle for a second as you’re catching your breath. “Cum so hard before.” You admit, starting to roll away from him. A strong hand stops you, and he pulls you up so you’re laying against him now that he’s sitting on the floor with you.

“Relax and catch your breath for a moment,” he says, wrapping you up in his arms.

“Mmm… you’re going easy on me, aren’t you?” You muse, snuggling into him a little as your heart slowly starts to settle.

“Little bit.” He admits, kissing the top of your head. “We’re not done though.” He says, moving his arm away enough to reach for something, as he brings a bottle of water into view. “Drink up.”

. . . . .

Your arms were tied to the rope dress you had put yourself in, Eustass having added more rope to the entire ensemble after giving you a few minutes to rest and have some water. Your hands were tucked neatly behind your back, and you were laid out comfortably on your back, on a small pile of blankets and pillows.

Eustass was working his way up your body, kissing you at the ankles and meandering slowly up your legs. His hands were running over you constantly, and all you could do was squirm and gasp as he made his way up your body.

When he reaches your waist he shifts his legs, putting a knee on either side of you, and for the first time since you’ve known him, you got a look at what’s between his legs.

“… That’s not going to fit.”

He follows your gaze a little before looking back at you. “Oh, I promise Mouse, it’s going to fit plenty of places.” He keeps moving until his knees are on either side of your shoulders, one hand gripping the headboard, the other steadying his cock in front of your mouth. “Be a good girl and open up.”

Eustass has big hands, but even his hand wrapped around the base is enough to diminish the veiny, twitchy sight before you. You chew the bottom of your lip. It’s not that you’re against trying, but you never have before now, and this feels a bit like starting in deep water.

“Color.” Eustass says, leaning back a little.

“… Green, kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“I’ve just never, um, and I mean, you’re so big, I’m honestly worried.” You admit looking up with a concerned expression. “What if I sneeze and bite you? What if I can’t open wide enough and my teeth-.”

Your concerns are interrupted by Eustass laughing. “Sorry, Mouse.” He manages between fits. “I’m not – not… pffft hahahaha – I’m not laughing at you.” He insists, falling into a fit again for a moment before he composes himself. “I’m not your first, right?”

You’re smiling despite the situation, but your face is red. You’re not sure what’s caused him to laugh. “That’s correct. I’ve had sex, Eustass Kid.” You answer, sticking your tongue out. “It was just… uh… to the point, I guess.”

“Alright, alright, change of plans then.” He says, getting up and stepping off the bed. Rummaging through the duffle bag he comes back over to the bed, setting a couple condoms and a bottle of lube nearby before he puts his knees between your legs. “You’ve never given, I’m guessing you’ve never gotten either.”

Your brain stutters for a moment, and it takes a second to realize what he’s referring to. “I, that, uh, no.” You answer, legs squirming and pulling together.

Eustass puts his hands on your legs, just above the knee, and pushes them open. “S’only one way to stop me, Mouse.” He says with a grin, as he opens your legs wide.

“I dunno that I want to.” You admit. Your face is red, you can feel your pulse quickening and the blood rushing through you in anticipation. His kisses are good, his hand between your thighs was good, you’re a little afraid of his mouth down there, but you’re also deeply curious.

Eustass kisses along the inside of your thigh, eliciting little shivering gasps from you as he works toward your center. A long lick along the line of your inner thigh nearly causes your body to buck and you suck in a pleasurable gasp.

“Look at me, Mouse.” He says sternly, pulling your embarrassed and hazy gaze toward him. Seeing him between your thighs like that makes your entire body shiver in anticipation.

The rush of cool air against your soaking folds as he spreads you open is brief. Eustass wastes no time, tongue and lips disappearing into you. Those gold-brown eyes stay focused on you as your body squirms. Your arms twist against the ropes holding them as the sharp rush of pleasure rushes through your body. Half of you wants to get away from the overwhelming sensation, and half of you wants to willingly drown in it.

“Eu-Eustass! Ha-nngh, fuck! K-Kid, dat-!” His tongue pushes deep into your pussy and the words you were struggling to say shatter and fall out of your mouth incoherently. The tension in your body breaks as the pleasure soaks into every inch of you and you sink into the pillows and blankets.

Your legs twitch and your toes curl as he sucks and licks your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you. You can feel the pleasure that’s soaked into your body start to coil and tighten, tensing your muscles and causing your breath to come out in faster and sharper gasps.

Just as you’re getting ready to beg again he stops, sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking his lips. The evil grin that spreads across his face stops you from whining about him stopping and he chuckles as he puts a condom on.

“I’ll devour one of your orgasms someday, so don’t pout like that.” He promises. “But if you’re going to cum again, I want it to be against my cock.” Opening the bottle of lube he adds to you and him. “You’re soaking wet, but there’s no such thing as too wet.”

Your hips shift, and your eyes are glued to the monstrosity between your legs. Eustass puts a hand on your chest and pulls your gaze up to his eyes.

“Breathe, Mouse. Relax.” He says softly, breathing exaggeratedly to pull you into his pace. You can feel his thick cock rubbing against your slit, teasing your clit with the steady motion. “There you go. Keep breathin’. I’ve got you, just relax. I’m gonna go slow, so you can tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod, letting out a slow breath and trying to relax. Concerned as you were about the size difference, you were also curious.

The pressure against your entrance is accompanied by wet squelching sounds from all the lubrication. There’s a steady push in and even as you feel yourself being stretched to accommodate just the head of his cock, you can see his hand wrapped around it. He’s physically keeping himself from pushing in too fast. You already feel so full you’re not sure where else there is to go.

Eustass rocks his hips slowly, just barely pushing deeper as he gives you time to adjust. His hands are on your ankles, holding your legs wide.

“How’re you doin’, Mouse?” He asks, his voice is shaky, and you can see his face is flushed.

“G-good so far,” you reply. His pale skin is splotched red in places, and you can feel the restraint in his twitching fingers and flick of his tongue across his lips. There’s something reassuring in the knowledge that you’re both nervous and needy at the moment.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight I just want to break you,” he huffs, pushing in a little deeper, eyes watching you for any signs of discomfort.

You laugh nervously, shifting a bit as he sinks a little deeper. “I don’t wanna say no to that, but I don’t wanna say yes either,” you admit as he pulls back a little before pushing in again. The motion his something inside you and your whole body tenses, clenching down for a moment and causing you to gasp.

You both hiss a swear, and Eustass pushes in even deeper.

“P-please! I’m gonna-!” Your body tightens again, clenching down on the beast inside you and you can feel yourself on the edge. “Eustass, please! M-more!”

“Demanding lil’ thing, aren’tcha?” He teases, but he’s barely holding back anymore than you are, and pushes the rest of the way, his hips resting flush against your thighs. “Godsdamned champ, lookit you.” He muses.

“M-move, please, I’m-.” You gasp as Eustass shifts inside you a little. Your so close you’re nearly in tears. There’s no pain, but the strange, full sensation is mixing with pleasure and the combination is a little overwhelming.

“Mmm, maybe I will break you.” Eustass growls, hooking your legs over his elbows and leaning forward, hands on the mass of pillows and blankets on either side of your shoulders. His hips push deeper into you and you nearly cum against him.

“R-ropes!” You gasp, squirming, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I want to – haa – hold on.”

“Of course,” he reaches over and grabs the nearby scissors, cutting the rope and taking a few seconds to pull it free and help you bring your arms out from behind your back.

Your hands move up his arms and over his shoulders, and you can see goosebumps trailing in your wake as your fingers disappear into his hair. You pull yourself up, or pull him down, but he obliges in either case and the soft smirk just before your lips meet makes your heart skip. He pushes into you as you kiss, his hips shifting in slow shallow thrusts.

“Haa – Kid, I’m going to, to-.” You murmur between kisses as your body trembles against him.

“Please do,” he says, mouth nuzzling into the crook of your neck as your hands flex in his hair.

Speeding up a little, he moves in a long motion, and the orgasm overtakes you. The pleasure at your neck, and between your thighs pushes into your body. Your body shudders, your legs twitch, and you hear a soft grunt from Eustass as your nails trail along his shoulders. For a moment you can’t even breathe as the pleasure rushes through you, but once you’re able to suck in a breath Eustass kisses you, devouring the shivering moans escaping you, and running his tongue across your lips when you need to breathe.

“M-More, please, faster.” You gasp, half-begging half-demanding, so completely lost in pleasure you’re not even sure you can handle more.

“You’re almost too blissed out, Mouse, but don’t worry,” he breathes, his pace picking up as he leans back a little. “You’re safe with me.”

Your hazy gaze and pleasure addled brain are barely holding on, and you can feel yourself moving into a second orgasm before you’ve even fully recovered from the first. The messy wet sounds, the soft grunts from Eustass, the airy gasping moan from you, and the pleasure building between you. The slick of sweat and sex between you and the impossibly full feeling inside you.

You wanted more, you wanted it harder and messier and almost scary in its pain and pleasure. You were already hooked, and by the gods you could happily drown in this man and his aura.

“C’mon, Mouse, cum on my cock again. One more time,” he demands, his voice dripping from him like sweat from his brow as his steady pace falters for just a second before he recovers. “Fuck.”

You hold onto him as well as you can, nodding, gasping, exhausted and desperate and so close. He leans back, grabbing your breasts roughly, teasing your nipples as he practically ruts into you. The added sensation and the rough pace is enough and your body tenses as you grunt. You can feel him twitching against you as you clench down on his cock, the last few heavy thrusts nearly pushing the air out of you.

You make a strange sound as he pulls out of you, and both of you are gasping to catch your breath.

“Fuckin’ hells, you’re like a hydraulic clamp.” He growls, head resting on your shoulder as he take a moment to compose himself.

You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle breathlessly. “Your fault.” You manage as he tilts his head up to look at you. There’s a question in his expression, but a pleased tilt to his grin.

“I’ll accept that fault.” He grins, leaning forward and kissing you gently. “How ya’ feel?”

“I think my bones are tired.” You admit with a soft chuckle. “I also think I like this kind of sex better than what I was having before.”

Eustass grunts. “Bondage, or something else?”

“Both?” You manage. “I mean… I don’t know that I really knew what foreplay was until tonight.” You admit with a strained chuckle, sinking into the bed as  Eustass got up.

“Some things should be done efficiently and quickly,” Kid says, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “Quickies have their place, but I like to savor my meal.”

The look he gives you causes you cover your face as your cheeks go red. You look between your fingers when you feel him cutting the rest of the rope away from you. The grin on his face lets you know he sees you looking at him, but he doesn’t say much.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, moving the rope away before he picks you up in his arms.

“I-I can walk.” You insist, even as your arms go around his neck as he lifts you.

“You sure?” He questions looking down at you.

You’re quiet for a second before you snuggle up against him, holding onto his shoulder more. “Yes.” You answer, even as you’re obviously not making any moves to stand on your own.

You can feel him chuckle more than hear him and he kisses your forehead as he walks the two of you into the bathroom.

The two of you talk about the session. What was enjoyed most, least, and everything in between. Kid keeps the conversation rolling, and even gets some more water for the both of you as the tub fills up. You need his help to get into it, despite your earlier belief your legs nearly buckled under you, even after having sat for a few minutes.

Kid washes you, your hair, himself, and all the while he keeps the conversation going. Eventually it tapers off into something quieter, as you’re laying in bed, his chest against your back, head resting against his arm. Soft tender motions as his fingers move over you, kisses peppering your damp hair.

At some point you drifted off to sleep, and it was one of the best night’s of sleep you’d had in a long while.

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#10

Once was already too much. Twice was beyond cruelty. Thrice...thrice was not meant for the human mind to comprehend.

So when you have to do it a thousand times and then some you become rather desensitized to certain things that could make others writhe.

That's how Daniel found himself looking up at the paling faces of his friends, vaguely aware that his body wasn't supposed to be able to bend that way. There were tears, of course, pleading for him to say awake, to hold on until the ambulance arrived. The worst part though was the reassurances, because both parties knew by that point that they were just wishful thinking.

Like, no Zack, I just got hit by a truck going over 200 km/h, I'm not going to be okay! The bloodied boy tried to voice these words but they only came out as strangled moans, which elicited more sobs and, to his everlasting indignance, shushing.

"Nnnghn hngh!" (Don't shush me!)

"It's going to be okay."

"Mnghnh mnmnth nghgh ghngfngh mnghnghhtt! mnggggg hnghnght mthght." (Vasco, I adore you but I'm literally twisted like play-doh and I think I can feel my bones trying to escape my body and form their own army for world domination!!)

"Shh, just hang on."

Danny shot him a dirty look, though he had to guess which one of his friends the bald white egg shushing him was. Probably Jin, he had always been a little bitch like that. If he squinted the alien-like thing looking down on him was pretty similar to the dumbass.

"Mhnh mgthhhhh-." (Bitch if you shush me one more-)

"Shhh" Zack placed his finger on his lips, before quickly retracting his hand and massaging the bite marks on his pointer with what was supposed to be aggravation. The tears and snot running down his face ruined the image.

Finally, through the constant ringing in his ears, Daniel could distinguish the sound of sirens. People shuffled around him and someone tried to get his attention, but their voice turned to mush in his ears. He threw one last look at his friends and reached towards Jay through the paramedics.

"Mnh nhghn Macarena mngh." (Bae, you need to play Macarena at my funeral!)

And with that, the world went black. Then white, then black again. Then he came upon himself, literally.

"They did a pretty good job with my body, you can't even tell that half of these are missing" He poked at one of his limbs, his translucent finger going right through it. There was no bone, just a metal rod kipping the arm in place.

Danny shuddered and retracted his hand as if he had been burned. No matter how many times he ended up as a ghost it never got less weird touching things. He shrugged and floated upwards, passing through the lid of the casket and angling his body so that he no longer felt like he was lying down. Gravity didn't apply to ghosts, so getting his body to sit straight was really tricky until you got the hang of it.

The venue was pretty packed, with people balling their eyes out. They were all dressed in black and looking at a picture of him smiling that had been propped on a stand near his casket. In the front row was his mother, at whose appearance he cringed.

It never got easier seeing her so utter;y devastated, but that was always the way it went when he died, his bigger body would vanish without a trace, and his smaller one would remain, lifeless. His eyes scanned over the other people at the venue trying to get the image of her dull eyes and sunken cheeks out of his mind.

Next to his mother was his beloved jay. Oh, how he wanted to wrap his arms around the boy and wipe those tears that never stopped rolling down his exquisite face! Instead, he caressed his darling's cheek lovingly, making the boy shudder at the feeling of sudden coldness. He didn't dare linger, unable to bare the heartbreaking sight of his lover's grief.

If Daniel had been drinking he would have done a spit-take right then and there. (Was it disrespectful to spit at your own funeral?)

Nestled between a sobbing Crystal and a mostly-unbothered Kouji was Diego Kang himself, having a whispered conversation with an ashen-faced Gun. The latter must've taken the death of his masterpiece and the subsequent disappearance of Daniel's bigger self as quite the blow. 'He did waste a lot of time training me and seemed very eager to get taller me to be his...something, whatever that was...' the boy mused, making his way across from them and to the audio system. He didn't have time to ponder such things. He was a ghost on a mission.

Possessing humans was rather simple if tiring, but messing around with electronics had always been a favorite of his whenever he ended up as a wandering specter. The speakers, placed strategically in the four corners of the room, simultaneously crackled to life, startling the people in attendance, before:

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay!