#why the first game eye play gotta be like this. damn

[pcktknife]

man and another thing are dawn/lucas just gone?? they asses just lost to time now???? aren't they champions, are the sinnoh champions missing and everyone's just cool w that? we're not gonna get an explanation at all???

[shaguro]

{ "SKIN TIGHT.ᐟ" }

{ft. satoru g.} when you realize that you’re falling in love with your friends with benefits, you distance yourself. ghost him after each session. but this time, gojo won’t let you go so easily.

{warnings.} fwb!gojo x reader. fwb to lovers trope! fem!reader, orgasm denial, missionary, breeding kink (like if you sqint) unprotected sex. pet names used, (baby, girl) gojo is a lil delulu. extremely intimate. angsty throughout but ends happy. wc. 2k.

{shanti’s note!} heavily inspired by skin tight by ravyn lenae. listen to the playlist for this story here.

“are you.. are you just usin’ me, (y/n)? just think you can fuck me whenever you feel like? that’s just cruel, baby.”

you knew this was coming.

satoru was pretty much good at everything, sex included. it’s why you initiated this arrangement in the first place, being his friend and fucking him whenever you wanted to. the terms were simple: casual sex with no unwanted, lingering emotions. love is complicated, exhausting — after a handful of failed relationships, you wanted no parts of it and threw in the towel, officially out the game.

he’s not wrong, you do use him. fuck him and disappear by the next morning, unseen and unreachable until you decide to show up at his doorstep again, sometimes days — usually weeks later.

you know he’ll let you in, no matter how much time has passed. just cruel.

“you’re evil. you and this fuckin’—“ he sucks in a sharp breath, tilts his head back. gooey walls mold his dick, all ribbed and dangerously warm. is this why he lets you play him like this? “. . . tight ass pussy you’ve got.”

if it wasn’t for satoru holding your legs up and open, veined hands creased in the bend of your knees, you’re sure they would’ve gave out. he’d been relentless with his teasing this session and you were puffing, the shallow breaths left a slight tremble throughout your body. sweat beads rolled down your temple, cascade down the junction of your neck.

satoru denies you an orgasm for the umptheeth time and you start to think he’s the cruel one. you deserve it, though. this torture, his crafty method of punishment.

he’s had you like this for some time, the deep rut of his hips halted, everything is still. just satoru and his cerulean-speckled iries glowering down on you, goosebumps decorated your skin. you knew he was waiting for some sort of explanation to rationalize the mess you’d created but you weren’t sure where to start.

with your cheek smushed on your shoulder, you decide to fix your eyes on something, anything across the room to avoid his stare that was burning into the side of your head. “‘toru, i’m sorry.”

satoru scoffs, his trimmed fingernails indent your soft skin. “damn, now you’re lyin’ to me too? must really wanna hurt my feelings.”

“i’m not, i swear—“

“you disappear for three months and all you have to say is sorry?” he spat, his words had an uncharacteristic sharpness to them, hard and demeaning. it wasn’t hard to detect the underlying rage that rumbled within his entire being. “no explanation? just sorry? nah.. you gotta.. you gotta give me more than that, (y/n).”

taken aback, you bite down on your bottom lip, at a complete loss for words. there isn’t much you can say to pacify him, you doubt he’d care to hear it. what worked before certainly won’t work now.

the quiet is deafening and suspenseful.

and your silence angers him further, on levels you can’t fathom. you won’t weasel your way out of this, he concludes. you’ll give him an answer, even if it’s at the expense of his already bruised ego.

“hey.. look at me.” he sneers, and you feel the warmth of his skin on your chin, his thumb and pointer fingers curl as they angle your head forward and back onto his face. “just.. talk to me, please.”

satoru gojo, begging? oh yeah, you’ve really done a number on him.

you take your time as you admire him, basking in the sheer beauty of the man in front of you. obnoxious and arrogant as he was, satoru gojo is undeniably attractive, simply gorgeous — pink, kiss-bitten lips slightly parted and his cheeks a pretty shade of red from the exertion, you gather. his abs are chiseled and tense and if you peek lower, you’re met with neatly trimmed, white tufts of hair at the base of his dick.

“you…” you stop to clear your throat but it didn’t need clearing, only to counteract how embarrassingly weak your voice sounded. “..y-you wouldn’t understand, satoru— oh!”

he exhales deep through his nose and suddenly leans down, releasing his hold on your knees to brace his elbows on the satin-sheets. while he does this, his hips roll — slow as he feeds you all his thick inches until he bottoms out, his pelvis taut against your neglected clit.

you mewl out and your hands encircle his neck, scratching at the low hairs on his nape. he’s so close, your noses basically touch. his breath fans your face, cooling your rather hot cheeks. “then help me understand, baby. make it easy f’me, whatever it is.. i can handle it.”

you’re not worried about him not being able to handle it, in fact you’re not worrying about anything at all. how can you when he’s got you stuffed, stretched and full like this?

concentration is impossible as satoru sets a steady, languid pace — not too slow nor too fast, just enough to have your manicured, white toes curling. your mouth in the shape of a pretty ‘o’, your breathy whimpers resounding off the walls of satoru’s bedroom, the beautiful symphony ringing in his ears.

an addicting melody, you were like his own personal drug. insatiable and persistent, gojo was unsure if he’d ever get his fill of you, truly he didn’t care. as long as he had you here with him, where you belonged.

“c’mere,” he pants and leans in, connecting your lips in a swift motion. you melt into the kiss, jaw slack while your tongues meld and mix. it’s fervent like always but this sensation is new — raw, almost vulnerable. pouring his heart out to you in all his movements and you can feel all of it.

“‘toru, oh my g-god.” you grip his forearms, keening as his length drags along a spot that has stars twinkling behind your lids. “i was j-just— fuck!”

“just what baby?” he mocks, it wouldn’t be gojo if he didn’t find a way to tease you, even in the most intimate of moments. he litters kisses along your jawbone before latching onto the delicate skin on the column of your throat, grazing his teeth on the surface to ensure it’ll leave colorful marks, letting out a pretty whine of his own. “shit, squeezing me s’tight- gotta use your w-words f’me.”

well, that’s easier said than done. your body is trembling in a way that can only be caused by satoru, every time your mouth opens to form words only meek, whiney moans follow. your tips scratch the plane of his delts, surely leaving cat-like scratches in their wake. and your legs hang loosely off his slim waist as you cling to him for dear life.

“i was just s-scared, satoru.” your voice was low, it was nearly drowned out by the wet squelching of your pussy. the constant schlap schlap schalp of satoru’s pelvis meeting the fatty flesh of your thighs.

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes meet yours, his head slightly tilted in confusion. “scared of what? of me?

“no!” you shake your head profusely and reach a shaky hand up to cup his face. he leans into the touch, the heat of his cheek warming your palm. if there was one person you’d feel eternally safe and protected with, it’s him. “no.. never. it’s the w-way you make me, hmm, f-feel that i was scared of.”

“oh? and how do i make you feel?” he purrs prior to kissing you again, nibbling on your bottom lip. truth be told, he wasn’t sure what you were about to say. he prayed to the god above you couldn’t feel the rapid beating of his heart, notice the uneven rise and fall of his chest. so he plays it off, even with that slight tremor in his voice. “you love me or somethin’?”

it might be more than love. a deep attachment, a classic case of yearning and longing. gojo satoru was made for you. no amount of denying or running from the obvious would change that fact. you love him so badly it hurts, it consumes you — clouds your thoughts and steals the air from your lungs. no more fighting, you had no energy left to.

you’re surrendering yourself to satoru gojo and it was time to let him know.

“yeah,” you confirm with a giggle, all airy and breathless. your thumb strokes his cheek gingerly, tilting your chin up so your foreheads touch. “i love you, satoru.”

satoru doesn’t respond, in fact he was deadly silent. mouth agape, his eyes darting wildly as he examines your face, searching for signs of roguery but he found none. you were telling the truth, the love swelling in your eyes made it oh so apparent.

“again.”

you let out a surprised yelp when satoru presses his body down, the pressure of his weight dips into your chest, leaving you winded. his face is buried in the crook of your neck where the neediest whines roll off his tongue. with this new angle, he’s balls-deep and the rhythm his hips carry has your eyes rolling, holding his broad shoulders to ground yourself.

skin-tight, it’s like your bodies, your sounds are one.

“s-say you love me again.” he rasps, and it’s more pleading than demanding. like he needs reassurance.

“i love you s-so muchh— ohgod, don’t stop, don’t stop!” your words trail into high-pitched mewls and satoru sighs, a blissful sound of relief. your pussy clamps down on his dick greedily, sucking him in impossibly deeper as he massages your aching walls, un-calculated and sloppy.

this was the effect you had on him, you always left him a fucking mess. satoru would let you ruin him, every time, for as long as he lived. “don’t know how long i’ve b-been, hah, waitin’ to fuckin’ hear t-that.”

you’d tease him for the stutter in his words if you could think clearly but your mind is blank. you’re delightfully delirious as satoru pounds into you, giving you quite literally everything he’s got. simply insatiable, you still want more. settling a weak hand on his hip, you use the last of your strength to propel him forward, your juices aimlessly squelching between your bodies, dripping down your perineum.

“f-fuck girl, you-you’re drivin’ me crazy. n-not gonna last, baby. f-feel like y-you’re tryn’ to milk me.” satoru babbles, and you swear you can feel a warm trickle of drool on your collarbone. how cute, he’s just as brainless as you are.

his pace is frantic now and that familiar tingling is building your gut. your limps are limp against him, your whole body rocks in tandem with his as he works his hardest to bring the two of you to completion.

“satoru, m’gonna cum, s’closeee.” you whine, lashes fluttering as salty tears clustered on your lash line.

he only hums in response, snaking one of his hands between your bodies to find your clit, all your sticky slick had your mound drenched. he smirks whilst rubbing figure eights on the sensitive nub, your quivering folds dragging a deep groan from his chest.

“want m-me to fill you up, hmm? p-pump this pretty pussy with all my cum.. want it all, y-yeah?” he’s rambling is incessant and you nod dumbly. it’s in one ear and out the other, the pure euphoria coursing through your bones driving you insane and all you needed was release.

it was the pinch to your clit that did it, the final blow that had your back arching almost painfully as your climate rushes through your body in intervals, your hardened nipples brush against satoru’s pecs as you twitch uncontrollably, a chain of broken cries mixed with his name fall from your lips like water.

like clockwork, satoru’s orgasm follows directly after, he muffles his moans in your shoulder, damn near biting the skin as he pumps you full, as promised. it’s alarmingly warm, scorching as it invades and overflows within your womb, too much for it to handle, some of it spilling back out. satoru doesn’t pull out, plugging as much of his semen as he can to your insides.

the silence after is comfortable. the two of you in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting from the intensity of your shared orgasms. you’d make your way to the bathroom, eventually. for now, you bask in the blissful ambiance.

“(y/n)?” satoru’s voice breaks the silence, a whisper as his head lulls on the fat of your breast.

“hmm?”

“i love you too.”

@screampied @satorena @hoshigray made yall wait long enough LMAO.

[victoria-grimesss]

Call the Doctor, I'm in Love

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->Paring: Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Medic!Fem!Reader

->Words: 2.9k

->Warning: fluff & angst, mentions of injury/wounds

->Summary: Soap has a big ol crush on you, he’s not sneaky or quiet about it. Here are the many times he’s fantasized about you and the one time you answered his dreams.

->A/N: a little something because I love Foap!

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish is a pretty guy, a hunk if you will and he knows it. He has no troubles with the ladies and is highly experienced but he always feels like he’s lacking something, someone. Until you came along, pretty new medic. You’re his favorite. He always goes to you for a patch up even waiting for medical help until you come back from break. Johnny is a saint, he is a patient and giving man. 

But he wants you, desperately. He’s got a big fat crush and he’s not quiet about it. The 141 is exhausted hearing about what you did today and that Soap thinks you looked dreamy today, stitching up his arm. He saw you look at him a little extra that means you want to be with him right? They can’t wait until you either reject the poor fool or take him on a bloody date. Here are the times poor Mactavish has swooned over you:

The 1st Time: Your Introduction

Soap has found himself head over heels for you. He first saw you in the medical tent after him and an enemy went headfirst over a steep rockwall, he was fine of course, seems like that guy can bounce back from anything, you had nursed him back to health and he was done for. Your caring words and gentle hands were all he wanted now. And imagine his surprise and excitement when you became the team's new task-force medic.

“Alright team I hope you read over the file, we got a new member to our team. She's going to be our medic but don’t worry she can hold our own on the field. She’s reliable and damn good at her job. We’ve had too many close calls lately and I don’t want anyone dying of something that could have been prevented.”

Price ends his introduction and you greet your way around the room, everyone is nice enough for tuff military men. You find yourself sitting next to John, or Soap, or sometimes Johnny depending on who you ask. He’s a good looking guy, as are the rest in the room but you have a job to do so you don’t plan on messing up your place on the team by intermingling with one of them.

“Aye lass, do you carry one of those stethoscope things around with ya?”

He’s leaning on one arm, checking out the equipment you had brought with you.

“I usually keep it in the office, why is something wrong?”

You’re looking him over for anything obvious but nothing sounds any alarm.

“Ah no, it’s just my heart… it’s acting funny, beats a little faster when you come around.”

He’s smiling and you laugh not expecting a bad pick-up line but seems like he’s that kind of guy.

“I see. Well might want to try working on your cardio then that’ll improve that heart rate of yours.”

He pauses, thinking of what to say next to lure you in.

“You like bars doctor?”

“Not particularly..”

“Would ya mind joining me, I hate drinking alone.”

You smile, amused.

“Why not one of the other boys, someone you’re more familiar with.”

You’re looking into your bag and he drops his head lower so you’ll look him in the eyes.

“I’d like to be more familiar with you bonnie.”

You stop and put your hands on your hips pretending to think.

“Well I’m not so interesting, just a doctor after all. I’m sure Gaz would love to join you, you two seem the best of friends.”

He seems a little discouraged when you don’t play into his game but he looks at the small smile that plays on your lips and knows he’s just gotta keep trying. You won’t shake him off that easily.

—

The 2nd Time: The Flu Incident

Flu season. Your favorite time of the year, your inner monologue drips with sarcasm as you scrub your hands raw for the sixth time today. It’s late afternoon and the sun dips over the horizon as the rooms are casted with a honey soaked orange glow. The murmurs from the outside hallway peak your interest and you dry your hands and exit to the hall.

“I told you MacTavish I can help you just as easily as any other nurse or doctor, just come into my office and we’ll get you fixed up.” 

An older more seasoned nurse has her hands on her hips, gaze pointed at Soap with a motherly disapproved look at her face. You step out of the room tossing the paper towel into the bin.

“Troubled patient?” 

Soap lifts his head at your voice and he smiles, voice nasally and strained.

“Ah there ya are bonnie, been waiting for you. Think you can fix me?” 

“You’d be in better hands with her you know? Unlike me she knows what she’s doing.” 

Your tone is playful and Johnny stands weakly, hand on the wall.

“Yea but you’re my favorite, can’t feel better unless it’s you.”

The other nurse is called away shooting you a good luck look with her eyes, no doubt happy to not have to deal with the sickly man.

“Alright Johnny whatever you say. Let’s get you to a bed.”

“You’re a real saint hen.”

You place a steady hand on his back leading him to the bed in your office, away from the overflow so he can hopefully get some rest.

“Alright Johnny go ahead and lay down I’ll get your temp and let’s see if we can break that fever alright?”

He groans as he lays down obviously dealing with joint pain from the flu, it’s a nasty one that’s hit the base this time.

You run a washcloth under cool water, grab your thermometer, and sit next to him making sure he’s comfortable. You take his temp and frown, 

“Give it to me straight doctor, am I going to make it?”

He grips your hand dramatically and you laugh while patting his hand.

“I think you’ll just scrape by, it’ll be close though.”

“Oh thank heavens. Guess you’ll just have to take extra close care of me right?”

He’s giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes again as you place the washcloth on his forehead and place the back of your hand on his cheek to feel the temp there as well.

“I guess since I’m part of your team now I’ll have to make sure you live, so yes. I will take extra good care of you.”

You smile at him softly, you don’t like seeing anyone sick but sick Soap reminds you of a kicked puppy.

You miss the way his eyes shine up at you as you chart his info. How the thoughts in his head are those of you and him on dates, what ring he will propose to you with, where you’ll honeymoon and various other daydreams he has swirling around. He would do anything for you to be his, he would capture the stars for you.

You get up from your chair to put his info into the computer and he looks at the sad flowers on the side table, shriveled and needing to be tossed.

“These flowers aren't lookin so good.”

You glance over and frown.

“Oh yeah, it’s been so busy lately I haven't had a chance to replace them yet.”

He hums and you walk back over to him and give him some painkillers and electrolyte drink mix.

“Take these and get some rest please, it’ll do you good.”

He sits up, eyes on you as he takes the pills, handing you the little cup back.

“I’ll get you some new flowers, take you out too.”

You’re facing away from him, a smile gracing your features.

“Johnny, I-”

“You don’t have to say yes now lass, just please, for the sake of my well-being think on it.”

You move over to him and dab the cloth onto his cheeks and cool down his pulse points, heart growing slightly as you reply.

“Sure Johnny, I’ll think about it. Now sleep, doctor's orders.”

He sleeps quietly next to you as you finish your charting. The sight of him so calm warms your heart and it scares you a little bit, you wouldn't want to throw off the balance of the team or make any weird power dynamics by falling for him but he makes it harder and harder. 

The next week fresh flowers are left on the side table.

—

The 3rd Time: Award Ceremony Ball

Dressed to the nines each of you are. A very successful mission rewarded the whole team with a variety of medals and everyone was looking very nice all cleaned up.

Your dress was a floor gown with a slip up the leg and your back was exposed, the dress felt so silky and it was nice to not be covered in blood for once. Although you did manage to spill some kind of fancy jam on it and you were frantically dabbing at it with water when you were interrupted with Soap meeting up with you.

“Well don’t you look nice.” 

He’s lively tonight, eyes bright with optimism after the job and sporting brand new chest candy to show off.

Your eyes drift up from the new stain on your dress to him and he, well he looks damn good. A new pink scar graces his jawline but it looks good on him, he can wear scars well.

“Thank you, you clean up well yourself too.”

“Ah bonnie don’t make me blush now.” 

The rest of the team is chatting at a nearby table, Price is nursing a short glass of something dark, Gaz is going to town on the amazing food, and Ghost is engaged in conversation with the two of them.

“You wanna head back to the table?”

You offer, he shakes his head and offers his hand.

“I ask the fine lady to a dance.”

You blush, never asked to dance before, the ballroom floor filled with experts, couples swirling to the melody in the air.

You stew on it for a moment, and put your hand in his.

“Ok but if I fall you fall with me okay?”

“Always.”

Your hands are intertwined, one of his is on your waist and yours is on his shoulder. You both try to copy what the others do and the messy dance combined with the flutes of champagne you both consumed makes for quite the site. The mess of bumping feet and unsteady movements.

“For a sergeant you’re rather uncoordinated MacTavish.” Your laugh is light.

“I didn’t go to fuckin dance school, certainly didn’t learn this in the marines that’s for sure. What, did they teach this in medical school?”

“Does it look like they did? I can stitch up a bullet wound but lord help me I can't dance for shit.”

You bump into him again and his grip tightens slightly.

“I got ya bonnie.”

He could be living in a dream right now, you in such a pretty dress adorned in your well deserved medals, him with his. You’re gripping his shoulder and he’s got you in his arms, he can smell your perfume and see the small hairs out of place as the two of you spin but he loves it all the same. He wants it all the same.

“Johnny. Can you hear me?”

He blinks harshly, really sinking back in. You’re not his right now, he can’t take you back to his place after this and kiss each part of you, unzip the dress and let his fingers graze over the skin that's revealed to him. Watch how you move under the moonlight as he touches you just as he imagined. Not yet.

“Yea?”

“I said I think Gaz just devoured his fourth bowl of that dip I wanted to try.”

“Must be good then, should we head over before he finishes it all?”

You laugh and agree.

“Thank you for the dance MacTavish, you made me feel less silly for not knowing what I’m doing.”

His eyes sparkle at your admiration.

“I’m always happy to help.”

—

The 4th Time: Yes

This mission could not have been more fucked up. Shrapnel flies and bullets whiz by. The air is cold but your body is so hot, on fire from the adrenaline. 

The coms are staticy and choppy but you can make out the team. 

An undercover mission with Soap had you outside a pretty nice villa at dusk. It was meant to pose as a couple on a retreat to gain intel from an organization nearby but all hell had broken loose. You're cornered and Soap had been down to three bullets and you at two until you were able to take down someone else and gain the upper hand.

Communication with the team was hard, they had sent for backup now you just had to wait.

And Soap is shot.

He has taken a bullet for you and you’re frantic. 

“Fuck Johnny, shit.”

He grimaces as you rip your bag off of your back to grab for first aid. It’s not enough though, you had to pack light and it’s not enough.

“Stupid ass job, told them to find a way to get more equipment.”

You’re more muttering to yourself, ripping things out of the small bag you were allotted to patch him up.

“You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”

Johnny laughs and it sends him into a coughing fit, the bullet is in his side. You pray it hasn't done permanent damage but the gravel in his cough scares the hell out of you.

“Hold on Johnny, I’m gonna get you fixed up alright, just stay still.”

A bullet nearly misses your head and he shoots back hitting the guy before clutching his side again.

“You think that’s all of them?”

“Fucking hope so, I need- I have to clean it.”

He’s strong, so strong and sweet and kind and nice and charming and you can’t lose him. 

Not when you know you want him now. That you need him now. 

“Gonna lift your shirt ok? Just watch your breathing.”

“Aye, not even going to take me to dinner first.”

Your eyes are blurry as tears slip down, first one the two.

He wipes them away, his blood smearing onto your face and you choke back a sob.

“C’mon bonnie, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry.”

His voice grows weaker the more he speaks and you beg him to stop, but he rambles. 

He talks about how each morning he wakes up to see if you’re up yet. He waits for you at the gym, always goes to you when he feels unwell, gushes to the rest of the team about you when you’re not around. 

He flirts openly with you and what a fool you’ve been to not reciprocate fully, to reel into him.

The needle breaks his skin and his eyes grow heavy, the blood is still flowing freely and you almost feel it rushing out of you as well.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

You stitch and wipe and repeat. It’s a gaping wound and it makes you sick seeing it on him. 

You’re so focused on stitching him you don’t notice when his eyes close. His breathing is shallower now. 

Your eyes race around his face, head now slumped to the side.

You wipe the wound, it’s not good but it should be ok. Heavy on should.

Your hand, coated in blood cups his cheek, shaking.

“Johnny?”

You move his head, it's heavy in your hands and your breathing hurts now.

You get closer, enough to press his forehead to yours and you inhale his smell. 

You hold cloth to his wound to try to stop the bleeding and you whisper promises to him if he will just pull through. 

Your lips are so close to his that when your tears roll down your face they roll off your nose onto his lips.

The hand that cups his cheek feels his pulse on his neck and it’s quiet and slow. It’s so silent here now.

“I’m so sorry Johnny. I love you. Fuck I love you so much I just didn’t want to mess anything up. Please don’t leave yet. 

You lips touch his softly, like if you pressed any harder he would shatter.

“Could have- could have told me all that before I was dying yea?”

He laughs weakly, his smile cracking the corner of his lips. You cup his face fully now, careful to remove your hand from the wound but you applied enough pressure by now the blood has coagulated some. 

“You mean all that?” His eyes are heavy but he still looks at you with that same shining he always did.

“Yes, god yes. I just didn't want to mess up the team dynamic but I don’t care anymore, you just have to pull through alright then let's go out.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Blades of the helicopter sound nearby cutting through the silence.

“Just hold on Johnny we’re gonna get you patched up. Then I want to see you in that suit again.”

“Anything for you bonnie.”

—

He recovered well with you by his side of course. You dressed his wound properly and gave him a kiss to make it heal faster he would say. Then two weeks later he showed up in a suit with flowers at your office door. The rest is history, but the team is much happier not listening to Soap’s rambling about you but they are happy nonetheless.

[heartfullofleeches]

[+18]

V and fuckboy playboy/wingman male Darling-

Hear me out-

Darling is the son of some other loaded family that has close ties with V's. The two cross paths at a gathering and their parents urge them to make friends. Darling plays video games. V plays video games. They exchange numbers with some persuasion from their folks and set up a time to play something together although begrudgingly on V's end. V ends up having a better time than he expected, but right before he really starts to enjoy his time with Darling - he tells V he has to head out.

"Nice meeting you, dude. We gotta do this again. I got a girl coming over and I gotta bounce."

And just like that V's hopes are crushed. He's still learning about his attraction towards guys, but - Darling was sorta cute....

"oh....so you have a girlfriend."

Darling laughs.

"Nah, man. Haven't found the right girl...or guy to tie me down yet, plus I'm just enjoying the single life for now.... I can send pics after we're done if you want. She's totally chill and likes when I show her off."

Pictures?.... V agrees - thinking not much of it. He goes back to playing and eventually it slips from his mind. Hours later he receives photos of what looks to be a topless girl in a dimly lit room. She smiles big at the camera - eyes and upper face blocked from sight by the shaft of the bastard with her cheek pressed to his inner thigh. He still had on the same pair of sweats V had seen him in earlier that day. He only met this guy not even twenty-four hours ago and now he's seen his dick. Even worse - there's a pretty girl with her lipstick and spit all over it in the same picture. V's pissed - yet the image magically appears in one of his porn holders later on."

"what the hell...."

"My bad! I thought you might like it. You don't seem like a guy who gets a lot of action... If you ever want to meet someone, just give me a call. I know a lot of people who'd be interested in a rich brat like you."

This guy.... he acts like he's any different. V thinks Darling is a freak to put things lightly, but its not like he has other people to hang out with. As the two hang out V sees that Darling isn't as bad as he first seemed. He's still a horny, inconsiderate prick most days - but he's still the best thing V has to a friend and cares for V in his own way..... Still sends V dick pics he sweats were for someone els.

Darling is genuinely surprised that V has never been with someone. Sure, he doesn't seem like he gets that much attention, but he was sure V had at least kissed someone once. The topic comes up when Darling tries for the hundredth time to hook with up with one of his flings. He's always sending V evidence of the nights he spent with strangers. Oddly enough - V only ever complains about the videos and photos when they don't have darling in them as well.

"Damn.... I know you're a pain in the ass sometimes, but you're cute I thought somebody would've looked past that.....

V hates with Darling says shit like that. He's not used to people flirting with him and... and it gives him false hope. "Shut up....

"So, think she's cute? I can give her your number~"

"I don't want it."

This sucks.... By now, V's fully aware of his crush on Darling - and he fucking hates the bastard for what he's doing to him. If Darling is so concerned about him seeing people why doesn't he just take V out instead. He jerks off to everything Darling sends him wondering when he'll get his turn. V has some solace in the fact Darling rare sees any of his partners twice. V has been with him and always will be with him longer than any of them have. He just has to be patient.....and ruin any chances Darling has of being with anyone else.

V nearly jumps out of his skin reading one of Darling's numerous drunken texts.

"Hey, man. Totally speaking out my ass here, but would you ever be down to have a threesome sometime ;)"

[lovebugism]

band!eddie and reader finally having some alone time in the tour bus *wink wink*

18+ rockstar!eddie universe <3

It was one of those rare occasions where the rest of the band wanted to go out and you wanted to stay in. There hadn’t even been a show that day, just interview after interview after interview. It left your social battery at an all time low. So when Jeff and Gareth wanted to barhop the night away, you lamented that you were way too tired to accompany them. 

And Eddie, being the nice guy he was, opted to stay in with you. “Someone’s gotta make sure the lady stays safe. Wouldn’t want someone to steal ya,” he’d half-joked.

You scoffed. “Because, god forbid, you lose your bassist, right?”

“Well, if I lost you, I think I’d die, but…  yeah, having to find a replacement would definitely be more emotionally taxing.”

Eddie Munson was the only person in the world who could rival your sarcasm. It was so easy for the both of you to cover up a sweet thing with something so playfully sour. The boy finishes his quip with a stupid, lovedrunk grin that nearly makes you melt. 

“Obviously,” you retort.

The rest of the boys disappear for the next several hours, enough for the sun to have set and stars to sprinkle the sky. If you had to guess, they’ve probably got a running bet on how many bars they could get free drinks from. It’ll go on until they can’t see straight anymore, no winners or losers — unless you count your manager, who’ll no doubt have to escort them back to the bus. 

With them gone, the bus is practically silent for the first time all tour. There is no boyish yelling or tuning guitars or video games. There’s not even the muffled sound of tires on gravel with the tour bus parked. It’s total silence filled only with the faint sounds of Charlie’s Angels coming from the common area. The episode is practically on mute, though, because Eddie knows you’re tired and doesn’t want to disturb you.

The soft quiet ushers you into its velvet arms. It almost lulls you to sleep several times over, but something in the back of your mind refuses to let you slumber. You were annoyed at first. You were squirming in your tiny bunk for nearly an hour until you realized you were filled with a need of a different kind.

You didn’t need sleep. You needed Eddie. Like a child needs their baby’s blanket — you can’t be without him for too long, or you might start screaming. The sudden ache to be close to him hits you like a freight train.

The sliding door of the bunks glides open with a mechanical schlick. You lean against the frame of it, clad only in a too big shirt that probably belonged to all the boys before it got to you, and admire your boy in his element.

He’s all spread out on the leather couch, curly hair untamed and in a messy chestnut halo on his head. He wears a piece of outdated Corroded Coffin merch from back when you only played gigs at The Hideout. The shirt clings to his torso while a pair of old pajama pants hang low on his hips.

Eddie’s eyes are firmly trained on the small television in the corner of the bus. The chocolate of them dart around the screen as Farrah Fawcett turns flips beneath a shoddy cable service. He barely acknowledges your presence, too engrossed in the climax of his show.

“Thought you were sleeping,” he says without looking at you.

“I’m too bored to sleep,” you practically whine. 

Your feet shuffle along the carpeted floor as you walk the short distance to him. You all but flop onto the couch at his side, burying your face into the warmth of his neck.

“What do you mean you’re too bored to sleep?” he mocks with a soft laugh. He turns to press his lips to your head, not exactly kissing you there, just resting against you. His words are muffled: “Why didn’t you go out with Jeff and Gareth?”

“Didn’t want to,” you answer shortly.

“Solid answer,” he nods. “What do you wanna do then?”

He doesn’t necessarily mean it suggestively. He’d probably go lie in traffic if it’d make you less bored, he loves you so damn much — but fuck if a million dirty things don’t pop into your head all at once.

It’s practically the first time you’ve been alone all tour. 

Now that you think about it, every time you’ve fucked Eddie, it’s been at the discretion of prying eyes just behind a door or in a room over. Hotels are few and far between, and you and your boys are the tightest clan the universe has ever seen, so it leaves little room for opportunity time for you and Eddie.

But here you were now, with no one around, and practically all the time in the world (or rather, until sunrise, when the rest of the band shuffled back onto the bus).

“I don’t know,” you lilt, though you’re already hooking a leg over his thighs.

Eddie feels like a teenage boy all over again as you settle onto his lap. A wide grin tugs slow at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. “What are ya doin’, doll?”

“Nothin’,” you shrug, feigning innocence, like you’re not slipping your fingers through the hem of his pants. The tips of them inch into his boxers and trail down the thin patch of coarse hair there with a touch that’s smoother than water.

His cock is already half-hard when you take him into your hands, warm and soft and stiffening in your grip. Eddie exhales deeply through his nose at your gentle caressing, his gaze now turned down to where work him harder.

“Keep watching your show, baby,” you tease with a knowing grin as you slip his dick from the confines of his pajamas.

“How can I—” he tries to joke, but the words get lost in his throat when you slide your panties to the side. He goes instantly stupid at the sight of your slick collecting along the manicured thatch of pubic hair just above your pussy. His brain all but ceases to function when you rub yourself along him, drenched folds parting to welcome the bulbous tip of his cock.

You feel like silk, he concludes, or maybe something somehow softer. 

Eddie swallows thickly while his obedient hands settle on your hips to steady you. He continues, this time with a tremble in his voice. “How can I when you’re pullin’ this shit, huh?” his button eyes flit back up to look at you, a smirk forming on his pink lips. “You just wanna ride me, huh? That’s what you need?”

You don’t answer him. You’re barely listening, if you’re honest, too concentrated on positioning him at your opening. You gasp softly when you pierce yourself with him, then exhale low moans as you sink slowly onto his cock. The burn is a minimal one, somewhere in your lower tummy, that washes away with a flood of velvet-coated pleasure. 

Eddie fills you so perfectly, just like he always does, like he was made to be seated inside you.

“Well, this is an excellent way to pass the time, if I do say so myself,” he manages to quip through bated exhales from where he’d been holding his breath. You rock your hips over his lap without warning. His pink lips form a tight line as something short of a growl bubbles in his throat and rumbles in his chest.

You watch with a proud grin as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back. You push his curls over his shoulder to press open-mouthed kisses along the pale expanse of his neck, occasionally dragging your teeth along the milky white tendon there.

Eddie hums to himself when he feels you mewl softly against his skin. Your hips sway back and forth over his thighs, moving to a rhythm of their own accord — all slow and methodical. It’s a pace that always gets him pussy drunk. A steady rise and fall that forces him to feel all of you and makes him swear that you’re some kind of succubus.

“Oh my god,” he says within a dragged out exhale. He starts to babble to himself while you work yourself over his lap. “Fuck me… This is so… so fucking hot. Shit— your pussy is so good to be, doll…”

He forces himself to open his heavy eyes to watch you mount him. His chin tilts down towards his chest and he shifts his hips so he has the perfect view of you. Your honey coats his lap, leaving his cock and pubic hair glistening with your slick. The sight of him all shiny with you makes him dizzy.

His palm leaves your hip and seeks purchase on your ass, not really thinking about it, just gravitating to hold you there. He grips you with guitar-string calloused hands that encourage you to rock harder against him.

Your hand trails from his shoulder down to where the two of you meet. You start to rub your clit with a lust-fueled fervor that just about makes him implode. You whine when your fingers meet the sensitive button, clenching somehow tighter around him as your pleasure begins to crescendo.

“That feel good?” he wonders through bated breaths. His hand leaves your ass, rising for no more than a moment, only to come down again in a practiced slap that makes you jolt against him. The sting of his palm adds gasoline to the simmering embers of your impending orgasm.

You whine, louder this time, arching your back and keening shamelessly against him.

It makes him grin. “Huh? Feels good on your pretty little clit, doesn’t it, doll?”

“Fuck yes…” you cry through a tight throat. “Feels so good, Eddie— fuck.”

Your hips lose their rhythm as your body fights to find its own pleasure. 

You’ve got his dick locked inside you with a grip so tight it’s got him seeing stars, and it makes him wonder if you’d stop. Like, if the boys barged in right now, would you keep going, too far gone and dumb on his cock not to see it through. 

Something about that, you riding him for all he’s worth, whining while you come on his cock with your friends watching — seeing firsthand who you belong to — makes him want to burst all at wants.

“God, this pussy’s amazin’, baby… ’S gonna— holy fuck… You’re gonna make me come if you keep riding me like this... Shit, yeah, just like that, doll.”

When you come, you do it together.

It’s a borderline spiritual feeling, one that doesn’t happen very often because Eddie’s usually adamant about you coming twice before he has the first time. But now, both of you are sensitive and whining through your orgasms, heaving out incorrigible moans and grasping tightly onto one another.

Eddie takes to fucking up into you while you reach your simultaneous highs. He grips you hard enough to leave bruises while his thighs audibly slap slap slap against your more slick ones. You cry at the oversensitivity — electric shocks that contrasts heavily with the warm feeling of his come spitting into your fluttering walls.

You shake violently in his hold, moaning his name over and over like it’s the only word you can remember. Your orgasm comes and goes, and you’re left whining pathetic Eddie, Eddie, Eddie’s into the mostly silent tour bus.

The boy isn’t in much better shape either. He fights off a cramp in his foot from where he’d curled his toes too tightly and blinks away burning tears that sing the backs of his eyes from coming so suddenly.

Your hips come to a slow stop over his lap, too quickly and yet not soon enough. You rest your forehead over his own, knocking your nose with his before you lean in to press several lazy pecks upon his lax mouth.

“See?” you manage to tease through heavy pants. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I guess that wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Eddie quips with a wide grin and eyes that are still slightly glazed with dispersing pleasure. He rubs his hands over the skin of your ass to soothe where he’d held you too tight. It’s soft, too soft for what he’s about to tell you. 

“Now, how about you spread yourself out on this couch and let me clean you up, ‘kay?”

[emmyrosee]

“Mrs Kodzuken said if I win this I can see her boobs, so I need you to throw this.”

There’s a few chortles and some actual laughter the rings through the discord call, all voices that haven’t changed a bit since high school. Even with ridiculously busy schedules and time zone differences, they always reserved Thursday’s to either play a game or watch movies over discord.

Tonight, was no different. Fukunaga, Lev, and Kuroo stood absolutely no chance in beating Kenma this game, but the lighthearted joke seemed to reignite the group.

“Why do we have to lose so you can see boobs?” Fukunaga asks incredulously.

“Yeah!” Lev chimes. “Aren’t you married or something?”

“It’s because Kenma still giggles when he sees titties,” kuroo teases, and Kenma offers him an eye roll that he’s sure his friend can’t see, but knows him well enough to know he did.

“We are, and I do, but it hits different when you get incentive to win. So, with all due respect, choke.”

It’s the last few turns, ready to end the game for the night. Lev’s already lost his stars to Fukunaga, now he’s just playing for fun, pretending his saltiness is real to keep the mood silly, Kuroo being as cocky as ever.

But it’s obvious, to everyone in the call, that Kenma is going to win this round. By a long shot.

Kenma smirks softly to himself when he hears the door creak open and your socked feet shuffle over the hardwood and small rug in the center of his gaming room.

“You have the stealth of a turd in the toilet,” he says, ignoring his friends laughing as he hears you giggle. He swivels the chair to let you plop on his thigh, watching fondly as you get comfortable.

“I just didn’t know if you wanted me in here,” you hum, looping your arms around his neck.

“You know you don’t have to ask to be in here,” he scoffs, smiling. “You wanna come play?”

You shake your head and nudge your nose against his temple, “no… just wanted to be next to you.” You take an inhale against the warm skin of his neck, “missed you.”

“Don’t sniff me like that,” he snorts. “I haven’t showered.”

“Hey, snugglebug!” Kuroo’s voice teases through the headset, causing kenma to roll his eyes again and pause the game to give you his full attention.

“What’s up, baby?”

You smile and squeeze him tighter, “I just wanted to see you… I know Thursday’s are for the boys, but-“

“Fuck the boys,” he mumbles. Again, there’s a chorus of ‘hey!’s that come from his headset and you laugh to yourself. He clicks his tongue and mutes himself and the chat, shifting slightly in his chair to cradle what he can of you. “You just feeling needy?”

You nod softly, cheeks splitting into a smile when he noses your temple affectionately. “I’ll be down soon I’d you wanted to watch some YouTube or something.” You nod against him and he resumes the game to let you watch. “Alright boys, most important member of the band’s back.”

“I didn’t miss you,” Kuroo says confidently.

You do smile wider as you shift easily to watch the battle mini game that’s breaking out between Fukunaga and Kuroo, their screams of distress ringing over the call as you watch.

Fukunaga wins. Kuroo shrieks.

“Alright,” you sigh. “I’ll leave you alone.” You slip from Kenma’s lap swiftly, and he watches fondly. “I just wanted to see Kuroo lose.”

“You wound me,” his voice snarls over the call.

You snicker before stretching softly, and Kenma thinks nothing of it at first.

Then, his brow twitches. In his peripheral, he sees you hide your laughter. He sniffs the air, and feels fond embarrassment settle in his soul.

“Are you kidding?”

Your giggles can be heard on the discord call.

Lev, clearly confused, offers Kenma a quick “what happened?”

“Why do you do that every time I’m playing my games?”

“Why do what?” Kuroo chimes.

“You gotta come across the damn house to fart in my damn office?”

This, now, has the entire call cackling, gawfs and wheezes breaking through and cutting over the mics, and while you cackle and dash out of the door to leave him alone with your… smell, he shakes his head as the results load.

He’ll get you back later.

And as anticipated, Kenma won, and Fukunaga seems to be the only one handling the loss.

Kuroo and Lev? Not so much.

“BY THREE COINS!” Kuroo shrieks, mic cutting out at his distress. “I LOST BY THREE FUCKIN’ COINS?!”

“I LOST ALL MY STARS ON MY LAST TURN, KUROO,” Lev screams back. “GET OVER YOUR GODDAMNED THREE COINS!”

“THAT HURTS MORE, YOU FUCKHEAD!”

“Dunno what their problem is,” he sighs contently, smirking softly to himself. “I’m seeing boobs tonight.”

“You know what man, I’m proud of you.” There’s only a hint of sarcasm falling from Fukunaga’s tone, but Kenma decides to take it as the bickering of the other two fills the call once again.

Kenma decides, among the yelling and teasing and your fart-filled-affection, it’s a Thursday he’s always down to enjoy.

“Have fun with your boobs.”

“Oh, I will.”

[loveandleases]

LOOVVVEEDDDD the demo and can't wait for the update! I hope you don't mind that I got two questions, but I gotta ask: what kinda hobby options do you have written down for the MC? Also, how would all the ROs, plus Chris, Jade, and Aunt Em, react if MC's cooking is five-star restaurant levels good? (I imagine Chris is kicking themselves over losing a god-tier-chef MC who cooks as a hobby)

💗 Glad you enjoyed and I don't mind at all! 1. We have writing/reading, art (drawing, painting), gaming/watching anime, cooking, photography, music (could be singing/playing instrument), exercising.

I'm going into it with the thought that depending on the hobby the MC will have the chance to spend time with RO's even in a platonic sense as well as be used to further their business. (For example: an MC who likes to exercise has the chance to run into two RO's. MC who is into art can create a logo for their business) (2 is under the cut due to length)

2. 💩 Chris - Butthurt. Which is what we want! Clarke family curse is that they can't cook right? So Chris before MC relied on fast food or their parents chef. The only real homecooked food they had was from MC or Em when they visited. It's like throwing salt on a wound. Because now they're back to fast food, easy snacks. Because Jade can't cook a damned thing. Chris is pretty sure doggo enjoys watching as Chris mumbles about wanting a hot meal from time to time.

💀 Jade - In her eyes she doesn't have time to waste on things like cooking. Why would she bother when she can just have Chris take her out to some fancy dinner? The only reason MC bothers is because they have nothing else to do obviously. (She's jelly very jealous)

😇 Em - If MC is great at cooking then Em was the one who likely taught them the basics. So for Em, it's like winning a prize. All those little dinners they have Em can have MC help. It's refreshing to be able to have someone else in the kitchen with her, it's something she hasn't had the luxury of in many years. (She's really relieved that MC and Cam won't starve. Cam could screw up warming soup, so for Em it's a blessing.)

❤️ Cam - Oh it's like he won the lottery, and it's Christmas and his birthday all at the same time. Cam is an eater, he loves food. An MC who can keep him fed is like the cherry on top for him. MC would have to tell Cam not to bother them late at night, when he's up all alone on his laptop. He just wants one snack, honest!!! He will use puppy dog eyes, don't let them deter you!

💙 G - To them it's a nice ability to have. In fact, G will be curious as to why they only get cake's on their birthday. Shouldn't they be allowed more? Do they look like someone who doesn't enjoy the delicious taste of dessert? They would want to watch MC cook from time to time, see if they can pick up some of the things they do and surprise them later with a nice home cooked meal.

💚 Kara - Finally, someone who can cook and not kill her! She's thankful all too much, this will be the one time you see her tearing up when she realizes she doesn't have to eat another cold sandwich for work. She would want to help, Kara wants to bake. She wants to be able to make cute cakes and cookies. But, she should never ever be allowed in the kitchen. She's worse than Cam.

💛 M - Won't even notice at first, even when they see MC in their kitchen. They have no idea why MC is in there, M kinda lives off easy food, until their moms send them something. Even then they kind of forget to eat. So imagine their surprise when MC has a five star meal ready for them when they finally look up from their computer. Absolutely flabbergasted. Can MC try and make recipes they've seen in anime? Is it weird for them to ask? Sorry MC, but your cooking expertise is going to be wrote about.

💜 Isaac - They aren't the worst in the kitchen, they can make some delicious stuff but Isaac sticks to what they know. They haven't had someone actually cook for them since their mother died. It would be a bitter topic at first, Isaac not wanting to seem thrilled by the notion. Then they would make the offhanded jokes that MC knows the way to their heart is through their stomach. But they would begin to truly appreciate it, and eventually want MC to try making their mothers signature dish. (The one Isaac makes when they feel lonely.)

🖤 Ardent - As a wiz in the kitchen, don't think that's going to impress him so easily. In fact, don't think that MC can make better baklava than him. It would become a competition, Ardent far too cocky for his own good thinking that there is no way MC can be better in the kitchen than him. When he finds out that he actually enjoys MC's food, he will play it off like he's allowing MC to cook for him. Like he's allowing them to do him a favor. (he will be making moans of how delicious mc's cooking is) play it off like he's sore from working out.

[osleeplessflowero]

🔦Sleepover🌙

A pretty room in a yellow void.. you find yourself sitting on a little picnic blanket, currently playing a card game with Dream since he'd made his way into your mind by accident again. It's becoming a common occurrence, you don't really mind it though.. Dream's always been a very good friend to you, welcome in the comforts of your mind.

"Beat that!" You call out, slamming down a +4 card with a triumphant smile. He looks down at the deck, flabbergasted and putting his hands on the sides of his skull.

"You were hiding that from me!" He points at you, accusatory. A smug grin crosses your face. "Gotta take advantage of my secret weapons." "Fair enough, good job." He smiles at you. You frown a bit at that, organizing the cards again. "It's less fun when you're nice about losing." You pout, earning a soft chuckle in return. The peace is interrupted when you notice that your body is becoming transparent, fading out of view..

"Wh- What's happening? Am I dying-" You panic, earning a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Not at all, it just means you're waking up. I'll see you again sometime soon, okay?" "Wait it's like the middle of the night I can't wake up ye-"

You sit up abruptly in your bed, eyes wide open. You look around your room with an annoyed expression, disappointed that your dreams were interrupted for no reason. Damn it, body! Looks like you're not gonna be able to go back to bed for a while..

Turning your head, you look down with widened eyes when you see a skull next to you. You instinctively grab a pillow, bonking the skeleton on the head. Killer moves the blanket down a little bit, looking at you with narrowed, tired eyelights.

"whaaat.. i'm trying to sleep." You smile a little at how cute he sounds when he's sleepy, before shaking your head. "What are you doing in my room, Killer?"

"uh..sleeping- was that not clear?" He blinks slowly. "Killer, you have your own room to sleep in." You deadpan, sitting criss-cross-applesauce. He leans up a bit, resting all his weight on his right elbow so he can look at you better. "Give me the real reason."

He sighs, sitting up so he can be closer to you and putting his arms around you. Resting his skull on your shoulder, he replies. "..i got lonely, so i snuck in. i sleep better when i'm next to you."

Your face flushes a little, your hand instinctively moving up to trail patterns along his skull. "..Aw. You love me." Your smile shifts to a smug one.

"obviously." He murmurs, smiling a bit himself.

"Weeell..I'll let it slide this time. But next time ask me first before I punch you thinking you're a paralysis demon." "you can't move during sleep paralysis." "If I'm tired I won't think of that." "fair enough." He chuckles. "what're you doing awake, anyway? it's like the middle of the night. usually only nightmare's up at this hour. he's like a vampire sometimes-" He whispers that last part.

"I dunno. My body decided it'd had enough rest so now I'm wide awake and have to wait until I'm tired again in order to go to bed." "huh..that sucks. well..since you're awake, why don't we go do something fun?" "We could have a sleepover!" You whisper-shout, your eyes lighting up. "do you really wanna wake the others up?" "If they don't wanna join then they can just miss out." You shrug before standing up, smiling amusedly as you hear a whine from Killer since he isn't holding you anymore. You motion for him to get up, walking over to the side of the bed he'd been sleeping on and picking up his jacket that had fallen onto the floor, putting it on.

His grin stretches a bit when he sees you wearing it, putting his arm around your shoulders to give you a side hug before walking over to the door. You slide on your slippers since the floor's a bit cold, walking out with him into the darkness.

Before turning around, grabbing a flashlight in your room, and coming back. Not today demons.

"c'mon, i'm scarier than anything you could see in the dark." "I'm not taking chances, Killer." You point the light at him, flicking it on and off before making your way down the hall and knocking on Dust's door.

You wait a few seconds, earning no reply. Killer leans in to listen, backing up a little. "duuuust, get up we need you for somethin'-"

"go away." His voice is muffled through the door. "get out here before i drag you-" You cut Killer off, putting a hand on his chest before walking to the door.

"Dustyyy- I'll give you a smooch if you come out hereee-" You suggest with a grin, earning a deadpan look from Killer.

Shortly after the door opens, Dust looking slightly down at you. "you mean it?" "Yep." "on god?-" Killer looks between you as you lean up, reaching your hand into the dark void of Dust's hood and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone.

"Deal's a deal." You grin as you vaguely see a dark purple shade cross his face once you start leaning back. "..mkay, what do you want?" He averts his eyelights. "Me and Killer are having a sleepover because I can't sleep- wanna join us?" "well, you already got me up..guess so. but don't expect me to stay up for too long." "if you fall asleep first i'll just draw on your face again." Killer cuts in with a smirk. Dust slowly turns to face him. "i will fucking kill you-"

"Yaaay! Two out of four!" You completely ignore their bickering, walking over to Horror's door.

"don't tell me they're gonna try to get nightmare in on this." Dust looks over at Killer as they follow you. "wouldn't surprise me. who knows? maybe they can convince him. he likes them, after all." "that is true.. but i dunno. he's not the type to do stuff like this." "we'll just have to see." Killer shrugs as you knock, waiting for Horror to emerge.

"It's meeee.." You wait patiently, before he opens the door. "..what? it's like the middle of the night. can't sleep?.." He speaks with his morning voice, earning a slightly flushed expression from you before you wave it off. "I can't sleep so I'm inviting everybody for a sleepover. You wanna join? It's okay if you don't, I'll let you sleep." You smile up at the skeleton, who gives you an appreciative smile since you aren't outright pressuring him to do this.

"i guess i can for a lil' bit. but then i'm out." "Works for me." "uuugh, wait, that means they're gonna be here too-" "I'm sure you guys'll be just fine." You give him a pat on the hand as you hold it, before walking down the hall and shining your light before you.

Dust only just now notices your choice of attire. "isn't that killer's?"

"uh huh." Killer looks at him with a smug grin that he wants to punch off of it, settling for an eye roll instead.

"I saw an opportunity and I took it. You're not getting it back until tomorrow, Killer- even then that's debatable." You stick out your tongue, earning a chuckle from him as you all enter the kitchen together. You immediately go over to raid the fridge for whatever looks appetizing, Horror falling behind to make a drink for himself. Killer finds a cooler which works out in your favor, so you put drinks and anything that needs to stay cold in it. Dust simply looks out into the hall at something vacantly.

"This is gonna be fun-" You smile, satisfied with your search.

"hey, uh, where are we going for this anyway? are we like going back to your room or the living room orrr?" Killer lifts the cooler with magic, not feeling like carrying it himself at the moment.

"I have a more fun idea." You grin, pointing towards the window.

"outside, huh?..could be spooooky.." "I put up fairy lights out there a while back, and I haven't had a good chance to look at 'em. So this is a great chance! Plus we could put up a blanket for a projector and watch something together."

"look at you, plannin' things in advance." Horror ruffles your hair, a fond smile on his face. Your own face flushes a bit as you lean into his touch.

"What the hell are you all doing in here?"

Killer jumps into Dust's arms Scooby-Doo style with a yelp, shaking. The latter simply rolls his eyelights.

"Hey, Night! Glad you could make it." You smile smugly, giving Horror a squeeze before walking over to him.

"It's the middle of the night, usually I am the only one awake at this hour. What are you doing?" He turns to you as you lean into him, rolling his eyelights as his tentacles give away his joy to see you by swaying about similarly to a dog's tail.

"We're having a group sleepover, I was about to ask you to join, but here you are!" You grin. "Dearest, if you'd have tried to wake me, had I been asleep, the results wouldn't have been favorable, I'm afraid."

"called it." Dust comments, dropping Killer and earning a "hey!" from him on the floor.

"Pleeeease join us- it'll be fun, I swear! Please please please-" "Dearest, I've got a ton of work to do, I cannot- Don't give me the face."

You blink innocently, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Damn you-" He sighs. "Fine."

"Yaaaay!" You cheer, spinning him around before making your way outside. He lets out an amused huff, before turning to the others.

"Well? The fuck are you standing around for?"

..They each follow you out, Nightmare being last.

Clapping your hands, lights that have been strung up across Nightmare's lawn illuminate the area with a light glow (the color of your soul). You rush to the best spot, an open space between two trees that has just enough room for everybody to sit.

Horror places down some blankets, along with raising one up for the projector since he's the tallest here. Killer puts a radio down, playing some music. Dust is on cooler duty, making sure it's propped up to where it won't be tipped over. Nightmare simply observes, standing beside you.

Your staring is interrupted once Killer grabs your hand, spinning you both around in circles to the music, much to your amusement. Nightmare leans his back on one of the trees, watching the two of you with an amused smile. Horror sits down at an edge of the blanket, relaxing. Dust mutters to an invisible force, seeming to be lost in thought.

Letting out a laugh, you turn to Nightmare. "Hey, Night! C'mere, let's dance together."

"Oh, no, I'm afraid I'll have to decline, Dearest." He holds up a hand. "C'mon, you're a great dancer, I've seen it before! It'll be fuuun." You hold out your hand to him. "yeah, c'mon, boss! have a little fun. you've been all work and no play recently."

"I.." He looks between the two of you, feeling his cheekbones heat up a little before fading away. "Very well, if that is what you wish." He walks over, taking your hand, before abruptly dipping you down. "Just don't expect me to go easy on you."

Your face burns as he raises you back up, the two of you dancing around to a different tune that begins to play. Killer sneaks up behind Dust, spooking him before they have a conversation about something random. Horror even adds a few words in!

"Look at you, making changes..how in the multiverse have you managed to do something like that?" Nightmare raises a browbone, his single eyelight meeting your opposing eye.

"I don't really know, to tell you the truth, but..I love you guys. I want to spend the rest of my life here with all of you.. no matter what that takes." "Is that so?.." "..Yeah." You smile, earning a small smile from him as well.

"Well..the others are quite fond of you. I'm sure you'll be able to live here comfortably for a very long time." "And..you? What do you think of me?" You ask, a slight amount of worry hidden in your voice. "Dearest, you should already know how I feel." He comes to a stop, raising a hand to lift your chin gently, placing his thumb over your lips. "You've stolen my heart, you little thief. You've stolen their hearts too..something I'd thought to be an impossible feat." As your face flushes even darker than before, you smile up at him as he moves his hand away, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Earning that flushed reaction you've been waiting for.

"How would you feel if I did it all over again?"

He chuckles.

"My dear.. I fear you may never be rid of us if you keep doing that." "I'm perfectly fine with that."

Once the two of you separate, Killer puts his arms around you both. "heeey, don't leave me out, lovebirds! there's still plenty of time left to have some fun!" You laugh, pressing a kiss to Killer's cheek before Nightmare tells him to stop touching him. Dust sets up the projector as you all find your spots, you sitting right in the middle so everyone can surround you. Horror sits behind you, Nightmare at your right, Dust at your left, and Killer between your legs, laying down. You gesture for Horror to lean down, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone as well.

With a satisfied grin, you turn to the blanket, watching the previews play. God, do you love your skeleton boys.

[lanadelnegan]

could you do jdm x male reader? maybe mostly angst and possibly a bit of smut? literally whatever you feel like writing is perfectly fine

You Belong to Me

Negan x Male Reader

Summary: Negan and y/n (Alexandria’s leader) have unspoken feelings for each other, that lead to frustration, anger, and smut.

Warnings: 18+, smut, EXTREMELY FILTHY IM SORRY, anal, rimming, blowjob, spit kink, choking, cum play, angst, negan being a dominant verbal zaddy

Note: I’ll be honest.. I finished this whole thing before I realized you asked for jdm and not negan. 😭 I PROMISE I’ll do a jdm one too. But I hope you also enjoy this one. I think it might be my favorite so far. 😘

Note#2: and I know you asked for a “bit of smut” but I got carried away and well, it’s a lot. And it’s filthy. Forgive me. 🧎‍♀️ I’m terrible at following directions, clearly.

Your jaw twitches as Negan walks past you, making sure to brush his hand against yours as he happily whistles the melody that's grown to haunt you over the past couple months.

"Come on, y/n. Let's see what kinda goodies you got in the cupboard."

Some bystanders watch as you follow Negan into your own house, allowing him to browse around.. not that you have a choice.

You glare at Negan with your arms crossed while you lean against the frame of your kitchen entrance.

"Who were you before all this?" You ask him and it must catch him off guard because he turns from the open fridge to face you, raising his thick brows.

"Before what?" He chuckles amused. "Before the dead started walking?"

You answer him with a simple nod.

"Why, y/n? You think if you play mind games.. try to get in my fucking head.. that I'll just what.. stop? I told you already. You belong to me." He approaches you slowly, tilting his head to the side. "Do I need to remind you of that?"

"Not trying to get in your head. Just making conversation since you're standing in my damn kitchen, making yourself at home."

"Well, ya know what. I wasn't planning on settling in. But since you're offeri-"

"I'm not." You say through your teeth, making it clear that he's not welcome here. Negan looks at you at eye level as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"That.. is no way to treat your new house guest, y/n. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna bake us some fucking cookies." He walks away, leaving a scent trail of leather and cigarettes behind as he opens your cabinets, pulling out what he needs to get started.

You look to the front door, contemplating your next move and strategically thinking of how to get this psycho out of your house.

"The supplies.. your men are loading them up. Don't you need to leave soon?"

"Oh, right! Thanks for reminding me. Could you be a fucking doll and go tell Simon to head on out without me?" His smile widens as he turns on the faucet, washing his hands.

Hesitantly, you do as he says, leaving to find Simon and explaining the situation before heading back to your house. Some fellow Alexandrians watch you curiously before Carol quickly catches up to you.

"Y/n! What's going on? Where's Negan?" She asks panicked, noticing the Saviors are leaving without him.

"In my fucking house. He's staying."

Her brows crinkle as she walks quickly beside me, trying to keep up. "How long?"

You shrug annoyed. "Keep an eye on things for me while he's here. I'm not letting him outta my sight."

Carol nods, turning away and you jog up the steps to your house. You enter your house and the smell of freshly baked cookies fills your nose.

"You gotta try these, y/n. I would make one hell of a fucking house wife. First the spaghetti, now cookies? I gotta stop spoiling you like this." He takes a bite out of one, groaning at the taste before holding the plate out for you to take one.

"Hmph." You breathe out annoyed before grabbing one and taking a bite, dropping it back on the plate.

"Welllll?" Negan asks expectantly.

"Tastes like shit." You glare at him as the smile on his mouth fades into a scowl. He nods disappointedly as he slides the plate onto the counter, walking past you without a word.

You turn and watch him disappear up the stairs before following after him, smiling to yourself proudly at the accomplishment of hurting his feelings.

He makes his way to your room, walking in without hesitation and kicking his shoes off.

"What the hell are you doing?" You ask following him. "This is my room."

"Wrong, y/n. Whatever you have.. belongs to me. So, this room? Is mine." His voice is deep with anger as he shrugs his jacket off his shoulders.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I would love a hot shower.. in my bathroom." Negan announces, walking to the master bathroom attached to your room.

You refuse to let him stay in your room by himself, so you defiantly kick off your shoes next to his, slipping off your pants until you're left in boxers and a black t-shirt. You fall into bed defeatedly, listening to the sound of running water coming from the half open bathroom door.

You start to doze off before the water shuts off, leaving nothing but loud silence.

Negan sighs loudly from the bathroom. "The fuck are your towels?" You hear him rustling through the cabinets under the sink.

"You took them all last time." You call out.

"Goddamn it." He walks out of the bathroom, completely bare and wet. You shamelessly watch as water runs down his body, traveling through the v-shape in his abdomen before reaching his long, veiny cock.

"Like what you see, y/l/n? ... Told you my dick was bigger than yours." Your eyes quickly snap away as he uses his dirty shirt to wipe the excess water from his toned body.

"Gonna need to borrow some boxers unless... you'd rather me sleep in the nude... From the look on your face, you'd probably prefer that anyway, huh?" Negan chuckles and you run a hand down your frustrated face, looking up at the ceiling.

"Top drawer."

Negan makes his way towards your dresser, opening the drawer and browsing through. You can't help but let your eyes roam to his backside, admiring his firm ass. His eyes catch yours in the dresser mirror in front of him and you freeze, holding his eye contact.

The corner of his mouth raises like he caught you red handed and he chuckles as he bends, slipping your boxers up his long legs.

You get up, frustrated with yourself and quickly walk to bathroom, desperate to get away from him, but he cuts you off.

Your jaw ticks as you look down between the two of you, refusing to give him anymore attention.

"Get outta my way Negan."

His smirk widens as his hands go to rest lazily on his hips. "You gonna make me?"

You shake your head annoyed and push past him. "I'm not fucking doing this with you." You slam the bathroom door shut behind you, leaning against the wall and exhaling a deep breath.

You attempt to think about anything but him, trying to calm the growing length beneath your boxers.

"Fuck." You whisper out, frustrated with yourself. The bathroom mirror is still foggy from Negan's shower and your mind drifts back to the thought of his wet body emerging from the steam.

You look down at your hardening cock and bite your lip, keeping your hands by your sides and restraining from touching yourself. You finally compose yourself after a few moments, tucking yourself under the waistband of your underwear and letting your shirt hang over.

When you exit the bathroom, Negan is already laying in your bed on top of the covers, one hand behind his head while the other rests on his hairy stomach. You don't allow yourself to look as you climb into the bed next to him.

"I want to make one thing clear, Negan. I am sleeping in my bed for the simple fact that.. it's my fucking bed and I'm not letting you kick me outta my own damn room. Don't get any weird fucking ideas."

Negan chuckles. "Case you forgot, I have a whole fucking handful of wives back home. If anyone in this bed is getting any ideas, it's you."

"Sure is strange that you're in my house when you have so many wives at home, isn't it? .......Did you kill their families too? Force them to be with you?"

Negan turns his head to you, his expression serious now. "You should probably go sleep in the other room. Before I lose my goddamn temper."

"Like I said, this is MY fucking room. YOU get out." You throw the covers over yourself as if to convince him you're not leaving.

"Fuck it." Negan stands up to leave the room but turns to face you when he reaches the door. "You know why you belong to me, y/n? .. ... Because your people don't respect you. You got them into this shit because of your own choices. I just happen to reap the benefits of your own stupidity."

You throw the covers off, angrily making your way over to him before stopping directly in front of his face. "And you think your people respect you?! You've tortured them. Abused them. They don't respect you, Negan. They're scared of you. There's a difference."

"Are you scared of me, y/n?" Your eyes widen when you feel his dick twitch against yours. He subtly presses his body closer to you, barely touching his cock to yours through your boxers.

You noticeably gulp and his eyes drop to your throat, making him grin.

"No." You breathe out, glancing down to watch his tongue lick his bottom lip.

He softly chuckles before leaning into your ear. "Then why do you have goosebumps right now?"

If you didn't have them before he said that, you definitely do now from his raspy voice vibrating against your ear and his dick rubbing against yours through the thin material.

"From your body language, you are most definitely scared.. or turned on.. One of the two.. Guess it just depends on which one you'll admit to." Negan grins devilishly, daring you to make a move.

You stare at him for a moment before spitting angrily in his face, making his eyes shut tightly as he wipes your saliva off his beard.

You don't have time to regret your decision because Negan's hand suddenly grips your throat, tightening and walking you backwards towards the bed. "That's how you want it to be, huh? Good.... I can be rough too... On your fucking knees."

You don't fight him, knowing he'll win so you willingly drop to your knees in front of him, keeping your hands by your sides.

He pulls out his semi-hard cock, stroking it a few times in your face until it grows to full length. "Gonna put that fucking smart ass mouth to use. Open." He demands.

You don't move, and instead glare up at him through your brows, ignoring his request.

Negan chuckles darkly before bending down, tightly squeezing your jaw with his hand, prying your mouth open.

"Open. Or I'll choose another hole." He grins before spitting directly into your mouth.

You reluctantly obey, allowing him to enter your mouth and he gives you no warning before ramming his cock deep down your throat. You choke at the sudden feeling, attempting to jerk away but his fingers roughly push your head forward, holding your face against him until your nose is pressed into his pubic hair.

You feel lightheaded as if you could black out before he quickly yanks your hair back, causing you to exhale a deep breath. He pulls you up completely this time, bringing your face close to his.

Negan's eyes search yours. "Tell me to fucking stop." His breathing is erratic and his voice is deeper and raspier than before.

You stare back at him silently, giving him consent without using your words. He smirks before turning you quickly and positioning you until your knees are on the bed and your face in a pillow with your ass in the air.

He climbs on the bed behind you, yanking your boxers down and sliding them off your legs until your bare ass is exposed to him. You feel his large hands rub your ass cheeks before squeezing roughly and spreading them apart.

"Mm. I am gonna have some fun with you." He says before diving in, pressing his face into your ass and using his tongue to pleasure you. Your cheeks blush and you moan at the sensation of his tongue swirling around inside of you.

After a few moments of licking, he pulls back, spitting on your hole and leaning back until he's lined up behind you. His finger lightly circles your hole before pushing through, knuckle deep. "Mm, goddamn you are tight."

His finger retreats, leaving you empty and desperate for more. "You ever taken a dick before, y/n? You think you're ready for me? He chuckles, teasing the tip of his cock against your hole.

"Negan.. shut.. up. Just fuck me."

"Beg."

You remain stubbornly silent at first, but when he starts to get up from the bed, you give him. "Please."

"Sorry, what was that?" Negan positions himself behind you again.

"Please. Fuck me."

Your eyes widen with surprise when Negan reaches around to your face, fish-hooking your mouth with the finger that was just inside you and jerking you back until your body is pressed against his. Chills cover your body as his low voice whispers in your ear. "Can't fucking hear you." His finger leaves your mouth, gripping your throat instead and squeezing firmly.

"Please.. Please fuck me, Negan." You beg louder and he lets you go, pushing you back down into the mattress.

He enters you fully and suddenly in one motion, not giving you any time to adjust and you cry out at the pain. His heavy balls slap against yours from underneath and he pounds you relentlessly, harder and deeper with each thrust.

"So fucking tight." Negan groans through his teeth. "Wish your people could see you right now. Bent over and moaning from my cock."

He grabs your hair, yanking you up again until his mouth is next to your ear. "You think they'd be disappointed, y/n? Knowing whose dick you're taking?"

"Shut up."

"What if they knew how much you liked it?" He reaches around you, gripping your hard, leaking cock in his hand while still pounding you. "How this cock throbs for me…. Look. At. That." Precum leaks from your tip as you both watch Negan's thumb rub it around on your tip. From this angle, his dick presses perfectly into your g-spot with each thrust and you moan louder when you feel your orgasm builds up inside you.

Negan releases your cock and pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you over until you're laying on your back.

He positions himself in between your legs and pushes back into you, making you both moan out together.

You reach for your dick, desperately needing to stroke it but Negan grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head with the other. "No fucking way. You belong to me, remember? This dick belongs to me. I'm making you cum."

You arch yourself into him until his dick finds your g-spot again, hitting it hard over and over.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck." You cry out as your cum spills all over your stomach. Negan groans as he watches you come undone, pumping into you faster.

“Gonna cum in this tight fucking ass.. cause it belongs to me too. That okay with you?”

Before you can tell him no, he stops thrusting, holding himself deep inside of you. “Ahh Fuck. Fuck.” You feel him pulse against your walls over and over, filling you to the brim before he finally pulls out.

Just when you think it’s over and the guilt starts to set in, Negan pushes your legs back further, pressing his hands against the back of your knees as he looks down at your hole. “Lemme see you push it out.”

“No.. wha-“

“Now.”

You sigh, giving in once again as your muscles flex and you feel his load leak out of you and run down.

Negan swipes it up with his finger, pushing it into your mouth suddenly, making you taste him.

Your brows scrunch together angrily as you try to turn your head and spit his fingers out but he overpowers you until you give in, sucking his seed off his fingers. You can’t deny he tastes fucking good and it makes you moan.

“Taste good?” Negan chuckles, watching you enjoy the taste of him.

“Much better than your cookies.”

[tootiecakes234]

The Bet (Part 2)

Warnings: smut(MDNI)

The first night goes without a hitch considering once you got home that night you were tipsy, and only enough energy to shower and get in bed. It was the next morning when the problems started.

Day 1:

Saturdays were you and Katsuki’s lazy day. It just so happens that the two of usually like to start lazy days with lazy sex. All the soft kisses and slow motions. Katsuki was always so sweet in the mornings.

So imagine how disappointed you were when Katsuki was already up and out of the bed when you woke up. You find him in the kitchen dressed like a slut at the stove making breakfast.

“Why’d you leave me in bed by myself” , you ask as you wrap your arms around his waist and press yourself against his back.

“ it was either slip outta bed or slip inside you.” He sounded like he was pouting.

“Ooohhh are you struggling already baby??? Cuz I can give you what you want. All you gotta do is say the word.”, you said with a teasing tone.

“Tch not a chance. Now sit your ass down so we can eat.”

You peeled yourself off of him and took a seat.

“So we never went over the specifics for this. What is and isn’t off limits?? Can we get ourselves off? Is oral on or off the table?? Hmmm?”

“No one touches my pussy again til you’ve begged me, so that means no getting ourselves off and no oral. That’s still sex dumbass”

“Sounds good to me”, you were smug now but it wouldn’t last.

You guys had cleaned up around your home this day.

The entire time you were cleaning you were thinking about him. He was just so good looking all the time, no matter what he was doing. He was washing dishes at one point and you were thinking about his hands wrapped around your throat with the soap bubbles in tact. And that made you think of taking a bubble bath with him, and the last time you guys did that…. Whoooo!!

What the hell was happening?? You had only been without sex for less than 48 hours. It can’t be this bad already!

You check your little period calendar and lo and behold you’re fucking ovulating!! What kinda of shitty ass bad luck is that.

“Hey, where is your head right now?? You’ve been zoned out since I started this movie and you were the one who told me to turn it on.”

“I… umm nothing. I was just thinkin. Why are dressed like a slut?? You got something against shirts??, you asked him annoyed.

“Hah? Where the hell did that come from? Since when do you give a fuck what I have on?”, he was looking at you like you’d lost your mind.

“ I don’t care. I just feel like you should put on some damn clothes,” you mumbled this cuz you knew you were being irrational but it’s true! He shouldn’t be allowed to walk around like that. He had on grey sweatpants and nothing else. Not even anything underneath cuz you could see the imprint of his dick.

When you looked at Katsuki again the bastard was smiling at you. “You ready to give in yet?”

“I- yo-…. You’re doing this shit on purpose??? Are you serious Suki?? You’re actually the devil incarnate.”

“You didn’t think I was going to make this easy on ya pretty girl.”, he then dragged you by your foot until you were laying down on the couch and he was hovering over you.

The next thing you know his lips are on yours. He was kissing you so intensely that it stole your breath away. His hands were on you and exploring and you were getting dizzy from it all.

When he pulls away from you, you all doe eyed with your lips parted and bruised. You open your eyes and he’s staring back at you with a grin on his face, “this is gonna be easier than I thought”.

“…….”

There’s no way. There’s no way he’s playing with you like this. He was teasing!

The thing is he wasn’t just teasing you. He was teasing himself and you felt it pressed up against your thigh! Two can play this twisted game.

You reached down between you two and brushed your hand over his hard on. His hissed a little. Ha, got em.

“Sorry, I thought that was the remote poking me.”

“Like hell you did”, he sneered at you.

You leaned up and kissed him sloppily cuz you knew it turned him. You slip your tongue in his mouth and he immediately starts playing with it, sucking on it. A little moan escapes him. Perfect, right where you want him.

You pull back enough to whisper up against his ear, “this is going to be easier than I thought.”

When you leaned back against the couch you tried your best to look innocent, but the laugh threatening to escape comes out as a giggle.

“This is war, you fucking tease”

All you did was smile at him and push him off you. “It doesn’t have to be war hot stuff. It could end here. All you have to do is get on your knees.”

He scoffed at you and got up and started walking away from you. “No way in hell princess! You’re going down.”

He was in a sour mood the rest of the night. That’s what he gets. Tomorrow you were stepping up your game. He’s playing checkers, you’re gonna be playing chess.

*this is longer than I intended but I really struggled with the way I wanted to write this. I think I’m gonna break it up into separate days. I also wanna write some of it in Bakugo’s POV. Let me know what you guys think.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

@ravenmoore14 @theplacetoputfics @sleepyyhabii

[opal-owl-flight]

I SAID I WAS GONNA WORK ON SOME ANGST CONCEPTS AND THEN. I WAS GRANTED A GODDAMN VISION OF SPLOON4 IN MY SLEEP. HIGHLY DOUBT ANY OF THIS WILL HAPPEN AND FRANKLY IM NOT A FAN OF SOME OF THESE CONCEPTS BUT HEY. GOTTA DRAW AND WRITE WHAT I CAN.

The trailer had quite the focus on new hairstyles, but our main squid is sporting classic 3s for some reason. They also made it a big selling point to "put your sparkle on!" -- the squid's tentacles are as shiny as the ink you have in Sploon2's hero mode.

Actually, Im not sure theyre a squid.

A lot of the tutorial/trailer text shows salmonid icons. Granted, theyre...salmonid with rocking hairstyles and different colors (not just green and grey.)

The character finally turns around tk sjow us her face and...

She doesnt exactlt have an eyemask. She has bags under her eyes and her ears and top half of her face are darkened (similarly to how I color in my inkfish). Smile a set a SHARP teeth.

Jumpcut to where this...creatura is going. She was at first in a warm canyon of sorts, but it transitions to a cold area. Gives Alterna vibes. Except its completely revamped and the vibe is now one of Las Vegas with all the shining lights and rides and shit. Festive (like. Anarchy rainbow almost) plays everywhere. Hell, Frye's in here too! With a new hairstyle and clothes. I cant remember much of that....

Trailer moves to show the maps. A lot of it is in this cold environment. As if...as if the world has frozen over, instead of warminh up. And everyone had bundled up for warmth. "The world is ending but its bc its an ice age" and yet the damn inkfish (?) Were sporting military style gear.

There was also a lot of Octarian tech in the maps (moving floating platforms, octotroopers moving around the background or ARE the moving platforms...think that toaster boss), and there are salmomid also just vibing in places.

The story mode is hinting at the mysteries of the flooze and humanity.

And...Whys this majorly Octarian nation freezjng over? Is it bc they dont have a zapfish again? No, not really. Theyre starting out with a new energy source that they discovered while digging around human ruins: geothermal power.

They havent mastered it yet. Not at all. But its better than begging Inkadia for help

Oh, and. The Flooze.

The trailer implies quite heavily that this is a new Alterna, or an Octarian + Salmonid majority living in Alterna. And the new creatura in the trailer is a salmonid who gained humanoid form bc she touched the flooze.

Then the logo of tbe game, yadda yadda.

The dream also had a lot of pro players analyzing the maps. Bc moving platforms on maps arent that common a sight, from what I know. Like, platforms thar move on their own and not pushed by players (like the ones in Lemuria hub, or Wahoo, etc)

OKAY THATS IT LMAO THATS ALL I CAN REMEMBER. GOOD DAY INKOPOLIS ITS TIME TO RETURN TO YOUR REGULAR PROGRAM OF SQUIDS IN THE BLENDER

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Please your the only one whos really good at writing the clones like this...

Plspslpsls

Please do the clones with a shy catgirl reader all together. When she gets really needy for their attention that they havent been giving her enough of lately so she starts to break randim things here and there and gets rlly bratty and gets punished (idc about being anonymous or not ngl i have no shame)

Our kitten

Word count: 5.8k♡

Got carried away while writing this... THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD I COULDN'T HELP IT😍 maybe I'll make a part two but make is sfw for the aftercare 🙈

Warnings: fem!reader, demon cat reader, pet names "kitten", "kitty", "good girl" and "pretty kitty", bratty reader, needy reader, some humor, rough fucking, Humiliation kink, Degrading, Dacryphilia,spanking, biting, some blood play, 5some, over stimulation, nipple play, anal, some aftercare in the end

"Enough! We don't have time for this!" Sekido yelled as he slammed his staff hard on the ground but refrained from using his blood demon art. You've had enough. You knew they had a job to do for Muzan, but the lack of attention you've been getting was driving you to a breaking point.

You jumped from the loud sound of Sekido's staff hitting the ground, but you didn't budge. Your body was in an 'X' shape in front of the door with your legs spread apart and your nails digging into the door frame. "Move from the fucking door Sekido said again but you continue to test him and snarl him.

You watched as Sekido's eye twitched when you gave him that look and knew it was time to calm down. Your ears dropped in some fear of making Sekido mad, but I also loved the attention you're getting, even if it's aggressive. You stopped your snarling and spoke, "Why do you have to leave now? You guys didn't come back till I'm almost dawn, and now you're leaving me again? That's not fair!" You said as your tail starts to curl and thrashes.

"Our pretty kitten is so needy, isn't she?. I'd love to play with you, but we gotta go. It's no use trying to prevent us from leaving," Karaku laughed. "This is the first time you're acting up. I like it, and it feels like a game, too." Urogi chuckles, but you only pout at their responses and didn't budge at all.

"Stop joking around about this. She's being a damn brat right now, and we, especially, I do not have the time for this. We got a job to do," Sekido shoved Urogi and Karaku out of his way to grab the back of your oversized shirt in an attempt to pick you up from the ground. You mewl once Sekido grabbed the back of your shirt. You weren't wearing any panties, so you freed a hand that's been gripping into the door frame to pull your shirt down as it lifted.

"Y/n, please don't act like that. It makes me sad when you don't listen," Aizetsu said as he peeped his head over Sekido's shoulder. "Aizetsu!" Your eyes softened, and your hand rested its grip from the wall. "Don't baby her. She's not listening at all, on purpose at that," Sekido said while still holding you in his grip. "I'm not babying her. It just makes me sad to see her like this because we have to leave," Aizetsu said and opened his arms to you.

"You're definitely babying her," Urogi said, making him and Karaku laugh. He was right, though. Out of all the clones, Aizetsu is the most calm and understanding. You wanted all four to stay with you, but your last chance was to get Aizetsu to at least say with you. "Come here," Aizetsu said and opened his arms. You gasped happily and tried to escape Sekido's grip to go to Aizetsu.

"Give her to me," Aizetsu voiced, quivered asking Sekido to realse you. Sekido groaned in annoyance as he let's go of your shirt. He watched you jump onto Aizetsu while wrapping your legs and arms around his body and giving his cheek light kitten licks with a happy smile on your face.

"Aizetsu, you'll stay with me, won't you? Please?" You said, practically begging as your tail sticks up straight in happiness. "Needy and selfish? Thought you wanted all of us to stay with you," Urogi teased and touched your sensitive tail, wrapping it lightly around his his claw and laughes at how your body shivered.

Aizetsu wraps his arms around your waist and takes you over to the couch. "As much as it would make me happy to stay and play with you, I can't. We've been over this y/n, and it saddens me to see you not listen." Aizetsu said and frowned as he watched your happy expression fade away.

"We told you there would be times we can't play with you and have a job to do for Lord Muzan. Sorry," Karaku said with a cocky smile on his face as he shrugged his shoulders. "At least she's moved from the door now. Let's go," Urogi said about to flu out of the door. "N-no!!" You mewl again and hold onto Aizetsu tighter. Urogi was standing right behind Aizetsu, so you managed to grab a hold of his wing and watched him groan in pain.

"Not my wings! Shit that hurts!" Urogi snarled at you but tried not to rip his wings from your grip since it would hurt him. You shake your head and then let out a whimpered gasp once you feel Aizetsu's grip lossen and his hands falling to his sides. He wasn't holding you anymore, but you still managed to have your body hold onto his.

"Aizetsu?" You asked with your chin resting on his shoulder. "Down girl," Aizetsu said. You saw your vision become blurry with the tears filling your waterline. It just wasn't fair. No matter how hard you begged for them to stay and play with you, it just wasn't enough. You looked up to see Sekido heading out of the door and Karaku  following behind him.

"Meet us in the forest when you've gotten her to behave. If I deal with y/n, then her ass is going to be red for days," Sekido said to Urogi and Aizetsu. "Do it then." You said and watched Sekido slowly turn around, "Say that again. I couldn't catch that" he said and gripped onto his staff harder.

"So sassy, aren't we?" Karaku added and held his fan over his shoulder as he laughed at you. "I said... do it then!" You said and jumped off of Aizetsu but pulled a feather out from Urogi's wings when jumped down on all fours. "Fuck!" Urogi said as his fingers adjusted themselves out of reflexs. "You're playing a dangerous game. You won't win kitten," Urogi said with some anger in his tone.

"Be a good girl y/n... how about I come back earlier to play with you?" Aizetsu said, trying to reason with you, but it just didn't work. At this point, you were acting out, not caring about the end results afterward, and just wanted to teach them a small lesson on how you can be when you repeatedly get denied attention.

Your speed as a demon was average, but being a demon with cat-like traits improved your speed as a demon who isn't eben a lower or upper rank. You quickly jumped from the ground and pulled Aizetsu's spear out of his hands, and wrapped your tail around it. Aizetsu gasped, immediately chasing after you as soon as you ran out of the door.

That wasn't enough, though. Next was Karaku. "You so badly want to play dont you pretty kitty? Not today!" Karaku waved his fan and used his blood demon art to stop you, but you dogged his attack, jumped and snatched his fan from his tight grip in his hand. "You little-" Karaku clenched his teeth in annoyance and started to chase after you with Aizetsu to get his weapon back.

Sekido's body trembled with anger. He hated how difficult you were being and didn't hesitate to slam his staff onto the ground to create multiple electrical volts your way. "Stop running away like a little pest!!!" He yelled and continued to chase you into the woods with Aizetsu and Karaku.

"You're going to have to go catch me if you want your weapons back!" You looked back for a moment to see the three demons chasing after you. You couldn't help but giggly at this "game" of tag, you just couldn't bare another night alone without them with you, you wanted their attention so badly you were doing anything to get it, even if it ment breaking a few rules.

"You're fast, y/n," you heard and turned your head back for a moment to see Urogi flying down towards you at full speed, "but I'm faster!" Urogi laughed. You tried to run away, but you couldn't beat Urogi's speed once he'd in air. You tried to doge his talons, but your body flew back once he used his claw to grab your tail.

"Ow!" You said as you fell right on your ass. Aizetsu and Karaku's weapons fell out of your tails grip once Urogi grabbed it, and you sighed in defeat. You slowly turned your head back and giggled nervously. "Can we play some more?" You asked and tried to wiggle your tail out of Urogi's grip, but you couldn't.

"Urogi... that hurts! Let go of my tail." You mewl and tried to pull your tail out of his grip. "I told you you'd be playing a game you couldn't win." Urogi said drags your body closer to him. Your nails digged into the ground to try and brace yourself, but it was too late, especially when Urogi decided to give your ass a spank as he got on a knee.

You mewled loudly and wiggled your hips side to side as you felt his talons dig into your skin to grip your ass and even knew he could tear your oversized her that's covering your ass right off. "And stealing my fan. I've told you to never play with my things y/n, " Karaku said, also getting on a knee and spanks your other ass cheek harder and watches your tail finally pull out from Urogi's grip and straighten up.

You moaned when Karaku spanked your ass. "What's this?" Karaku asked while feeling your ass in his palm with a smirk. "Is our pretty kitten not wearing any panties under her shirt?" Urogi asked and used his talon to flick your shirt up to expose your ass. "Well, would you look at that. You're not wearing anything underneath here," Karaku said and watched you cover your face with your hands.

"You're even a little wet, too. Is it because of the spankin?" Aizetsu spoke and bent down closer to see your pretty pussy shine with its slick. "I don't care if she's horny or not," Sekido said and pushed all three of them out of his way. "I hate bratty kittens," Sekido said and got down on his knees and rolled up the sleeves on his kimono.

"Sekido i-" you bit your lip when you felt his large heavy hands spank your ass. "Shut up. You've been acting up since last night," he said and spanks you again. "I overlooked it, but now you're really pushing it, " he said and gave you a final spank.

"Ah!" Your back arched and felt harsh stings from only three spanks from Sekido. You whimper softly and turn your head just enough for an eye to look back at Sekido. "What? Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, but you only push your hips back to make your ass press hard on his crotch. Karaku and Urogi rasied their eye brows and smirk as they watch you grind yourself back on Sekido.

Aizetsu felt a little jealous. He wished that was him getting grinned on, but he just stood there and gripped onto his spear. Sekido didn't say anything for a moment. He just clenched his teeth to hold back a moan and watched you grind your ass on his growing erection.

"Fucking slut.." Sekido said and spanks your ass and grabs a hand full of your ass cheek. "You wanted this, didn't you? Acting like a damn brat just for some cock huh?" He said and then watches your soft, long tail playfully touch his chest and tries to slip its way into his kimono. "You wanted attention so badly but can't even say it? How pathetic," Sekido said and pushed his softly in a thrusting motion to grind back with you.

"Maybe y/n was right. One night of skipping to find the blue spider lily wouldn't be that bad" Karaku said and grabs his hard cock though his pants. "I call taking her ass" Urogi said, already taking possession of how he's going to fuck you on his turn. "You guys are forgetting about me. How sad," Aizetsu said and squats down in front of you.

"I told you to be a good girl for us, but you just wouldn't listen... at least we get to play with you," Aizetsu said and sneaked his hand under your hidden face to lift your head up. You stopped grinding on Sekido and looked up at Aizetsu's eyes, narrowed down at you and his eye's having a darker blue vibe about them. He is upset and not like how he usually is.

"We are going to play with you our way. Understand?" Aizetsu said so calm and sweat, but his grip on his jaw tightened, forcing you to open your mouth and expose your fangs. "I-i understand," you said as your lips quivered.

If there was anything the clone brothers were good at doing together besides fighting, it was taking their turns to share you. "Nah, keep her shirt on. She didn't want to show us her pretty pussy. So let's just keep her covered," Karaku said as he gose down between your thighs and wraps his musclar arms around them, locking you in his grip.

"Th-thats not true! I just.... didn't want to wear any," you lied. You wanted to surprise them earlier but they tried to leave you but now you could tell Karaku felt Slightly offended you'd hide the pussy he loves to eat so much. "And no bra" Aizetsu added and cups your boobs and pulls you so your back passes againts his chest. You never wore a bra under your shirt but this time Aizetsu just wanted to point it out to you.

Your thigh buckle together on Karaku's head once you felt his warm tounge give you a long lick from your wet hold, up between your folds and to your clit. Your back arched, and your head fell back on Aizetsu's shoulder. "Dose his tongue feel good?" Aizetsu whispered in your ear as his fingers took your nipple and started to twist and pull on them through your shirt.

"Yes- So good~" you whisper against the back of your hand as you whimper. "Aizetsu lay her down," Karaku spoke for a moment before using his lips to kiss and suck on your folds. Aizetsu let  out a sigh as he scooted back to lay your body down. He hovers over you just to continue playing with your boobs until he brings his mouth closer and starts to suck on your nipples through your shirt.

"A-Aizetsu~ not through my shirt." Your eyes dropped, and you whined from the pleasure. "I would rip off your shirt to make this easier, but you aren't being a good kitty. Sad, isn't it?" Aizetsu said and sucks on your nipples and forms wet spots on your shirt to expose your hard, swollen nipples more.

Karaku rolls his tounge over your clit and smirks at you as his fingers press on your hole. "You love when your nipples are played with don't you kitten?" Karaku teased and slips his thick fingers insides your pussy "look at that, squeezing my fingers in already mm?" Karaku puts his lips back on your clit and hums. "D-dont say that!" You moaned into your hand, and your back arches from the feeling.

Aizetsu continued to suck and lick your nipples and then used his hands to hold your and held them down so they could hear your moans. "How stubborn. Do you want to act all shy now after being a brat?" Sekido commented as he stood and watched Aizetsu and Karaku go down on you. "It's cute, but you can't hide your pretty moans forever. Especially when I get inside that hole," Urogi said, turning you on even more.

Karaku chuckled on your pussy as he felt you tighten up from Urogi's comment. He knew what eles he had to do so this could go by more smoothly. Whenever Karaku eats your pussy it's always messy, his Slavia drooling from his tounge and making you more wet, he loves to lap up your juices but this time he's letting it run down to your hole.

For a moment, Karaku legs go of your thighs completely and sucked on two fingers on his other hand. He gently runs a finger up and down your hole, you lift your head up in confusion when he stopped licking your clit and fingerkng your pussy "Karaku what are you doing.. th-thats my-" you cut off your words once you felt Karaku's fingers push inside your asshole.

Aizetsu intertwined his fingers with yours and felt your hands grip onto his from the feeling. "Karaku!" You moaned and heard his silly laugh. "I've never played with both your holes like this" he said and continued to finger your pussy with two fingers and slowly fingers your ass, slowly with one finger.

Your hips started to circle around and raise at the feeling. It hurt for a second, then slowly turned into pleasure. "It's okay," Aizetsu said and now lifted up your shirt to your neck. "Just vare with it some more, okay?" He said and sucks on your bare nipple. Karaku puts his lips back onto your clit as he continued to suck and lick it whole fingering both your holes.

"K-karaku! Aizetsu~ haa~" your mouth hangs open and your hips grind in circles as Karaku finger fucks both your holes and feeling your orgasm build up, especially from Aizetsu continuously sucking and playing with your nipples. "Think she'll scream? She's so loud already and doesn't care who eles could be listening," Urogi said.

You wanted to muffle your moans so badly, but your hands were being held down by Aizetsu. You couldn't overcome his strength or squirm your hands out from his grip. The only thing you could do is swollow down your embarrassment and let your moans spill out from your throat.

You whimper when you hear the squishy wet sounds from your pussy as Karaku's adds a third finger inside your pussy, then adding a second on in your hole. Karaku manged to do that while flicking his tounge fast on your throbbing pussy and watches you intensely as your hips buck in his hold.

"Since Urogi is taking her ass, I call taking her mouth," Aizetsu said as he pulled his lips away from your nipple and gave your lips a peck. "M'c-cumming!" You choke on your words as Aizetsu wraps his hand around your throat and then presses his lips back onto yours and forces his tounge in your mouth.

Aizetsu kept choking you and swallowed down your moans. Urogi kissed his teeth, wanting to hear you scream, but he knew Aizetsu loved to French kiss you roughly when you get close to an orgasm. It didn't matter though, once you started cumming on Karaku's fingers Urogi knew his time was coming up.

But first, Sekido needed to go. You'd think it's unfair that he gets to fuck you frist when Karaku and Aizetsu did all the work however this is a punishment and Sekido takes your punishments seriously when he fucks you. Or at least he tries. Sekido sat down on the ground and put his back against the tree. "Get to riding"

"B-but I just came," you weakly sit up and look over at Sekido, pull out his hard, thick cock from his kimono. "I said. Ride it," Sekido demanded. You mewled softly and got up to sit on his cock. "Uh, uhh." Urogi clicks his tounge and stops you from going to Sekido. You look at him, confusioned until you watched as Urogi pointed to the ground "kittens don't walk on two feet, do they?" He said.

Sekido's angered frown curled into a smile. You heard Karaku Snickers and just knew Aizetsu was smiling, too. They all had a kick at embarrassing you in their own ways, knowing how shy you were, but arguing back wouldn't help. You sighed and got down on your knees and put your feet on the ground.

You crawled to Sekido. Your tail is staying straight up, feeling both embarrassed yet excited. Karaku licked his lips as he watched you crawl, and Aizetsu hummed lowly in satisfaction just from seeing your wet holes from the back and felt his pants tighten around his crotch area.

You made it to Sekido and postion yourself to ride him. "No hands," Sekido said, and your ears fall down in disappointment, "but you're gonna pull on my tail.." you said and tried to curl it, but let out a loud mewl when Sekido stops you from curling your tail.

"A cock hungry, desperate slut like you can ride it with no hands, and so what if I pull on your tail? You're gonna ride me until I cum and over stimulate yourself on the cock you love so much" Sekido said and lined his cock to your pussy.

Sekido did this on purpose. There was no way you could ride him with no hands while you faced him, so you had no choice but to turn around with your ass turned to him while facing the others. "Sekido didn't give you much of a choice, did he? How sad" Aizetsu said as you lowered yourself on Sekido's length, moaning as you took every inch and felt his cock stretching you out.

"Our slutty kitty is enjoying herself though. She's bouncing on it so hard that her tits might just slap her in the face." Karaku laughed. You placed your hands on the ground to slap your ass up and down on Sekido as you take it and look back at him. "Too embarrassed to look at the others?" Sekido teased as he grips onto your tail harder and spanks your ass.

You don't admit it to them but your tails and ears are just as sensitive as your clit. Having your tailed played with while getting fucked has always been a huge turn on. You didn't want Sekido to stop playing with it, you missed the feeling of being stuffed with cock that you started to moan away and not care about anyone hearing you.

Sekido grunts as he watches you make a mess on his cock and from watching your pretty ass jiggle everytime you bounced on it. "How does it feel y/n?" Urogi asked. Sekido, let's go of your tail and throws his head back, getting closer to his orgasm and how your pretty tail wraps to caresse his chest and under his chin. "S'good~ so good. I-im gonna cum again" you announced.

Sekido bottomed out and grabbed your hips. He started to thrust his hips upwards, hitting deep inside you, but it wasn't enough. He needed to ruin you. He pulls you backward, making your back back on his chest, and then grabs both your thighs and pulls your legs back. Your entire body as well as your stuffed pussy is now exposed to the others.

"Sekidooo~" You let out a long moan with his name as he used his strength to hold your body up and uses you to bounce on his cock. "Heh, what happened to letting her do all the work" Karaku said and Sekido just let out a deep moan. "Shut- ngh haa, the fuck up" Sekido said as he shuts his eyes and fucks you until your both cumming. Your thighs twitch as you felt his cock throbbing inside as he fills you up with his cum.

Sekido pulls you off his cock and watches you fall face frist into the grass with your ass up. He chuckled as he watches his cum leak out of you and then gave your ass another spank "don't pass out just yet kitten. You have three other demons to get fucked by. Your punishment isn't over," Sekido said and watched Karaku, Urogi, and Aizetsu surround you.

"But this punishment is so fun for her. Isn't that right, kitten?" Karaku said and fingers your pussu again to get Sekido's cum out of you. Your body jumps from your sesntive pussy being fingered again. You moan when Urogi starts to play with your tail and then gasped as he rips your shirt off. "we don't need this on you," he said

Aizetsu touches your ears and then rubs your bottom lip with his thumb with his other hand and then pulls your head up by your hair. "I'm going to fuck your throat okay? I know you can do it. It's sad how I have to teach you a lesson like this" he said and starts to slip his pants down to expose his vainy cock.

Karaku finished getting the cum out of you and gets himself underneath you "and you're gonna take both cocks at once. Maybe you'll behave if we do that," Karaku said started to slap his hard cock on your wet pussy. "Oh fuck~," you moaned as your body trembles from the slaps on your pussy.

"You sound so sexy when you cuss." Urogi grabs his ass, digging his nails into your skin and thrusts his cock between your ass cheeks "let me hear you scream for me" Urogi said as he lined his tip with your hole, thrusting the tip in and and moaned as he started to force his length inside your tight hole. "T-too much! Urogi!" You whined his name as your thighs flexed, and your nails dig into the ground as your ass hole started to stretch out.

"Relax kitten~, you're so tensed up. We just wanna fuck good~" Karaku said and let his head throw back as he slips his cock inside your pussy and pushing his hips upwards. Aizetsu pets your head, giving your ears a soft rub to adjust to two cocks inside you. He then turns your head to his cock and pressed his tips to your lips "open up, pretty kitten. I need you to suck it already." Aizetsu whimpered as his hips thrust in your face to make his tip part your lips.

Urogi thrust once more, making your body jerk forward and getting his cock inside your ass. Karaku is deep inside your pussy as well, you felt both cocks already hitting your g-spot and you could only respond with you a loud moan as mouth hung open and your tounge falling out.

This gave Aizetsu the opportunity to slowly push his cock inside your mouth and let's out shakey moans as he felt your warm, wet mouth. Karaku and Urogi started to fuck your holes slow, both thrusting your hips in and out not in rhythm together but at their own pacing.

Karaku spreads his legs more and holds your hips tighter to make his cock thrust easier inside.  He moans at your wetness, your pussy sucking him in so perfect he just had to lift his head up an suck on your nipples as he fucks you. You moan on Aizetsu's cock once you felt Karaku's tip hitting your cervix and his tounge playing with your nipples.

Urogi's thrusts started to become harder. Your body kept jerking forward as he hits deep inside "looks like you loved being fucked in the ass, your tail won't stop rubbing on me. Pretty kitty~" Urogi moans as he watches your tail caress his hips each time he pulls back and thrust his cock inside you and then your tail going to his chest and brushing over his nipples.

"You're being very obedient kitten," Aizetsu said as his thumbs play with your ears while holding onto your head. Aizetsu looks down and watches your lips wrap around his cock tightly and your teary eyes looking up at him "fuck her harder. She looks so pretty when she cries," Aizetsu said to Urogi and Karaku as he starts to shove his cock further down your throat.

You groan on Aizetsu's cock, making him moan from the vibrations around his cock when you felt Urogi and Karaku fucking your holes faster and harder. Tears roll down your face as you start to get fucked dumb in all three holes and when you looked up at Aizetsu you saw a small smirk curled on his lips just from seeing you cry from the over stimulation.

You couldn't announce your cumming. Aizetsu's cock was too far down your throat to speak and his balls slapping your chin. Karaku let out a dry chuckle with a moan as he felt your juices leak down on his shaft. "We didn't tell you that you could cum didn't we?" Karaku asked and Urogi laughed. "Poory kitty. You couldn't tell us since your throat is being stuffed with cock huh?" Urogi said and spanks both your ass cheeks.

You're sobbing with moans. It felt so good, too good to the point where your eyes rolled back, and your body trembled from their brutal thrusts. Your chin was covered in saliva as it drips from your mouth as Aizetsu starts to fuck your face faster "oh god~ I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck" Aizetsu whimpers and shuts his eyes.

You could taste his pre cum on his tounge and felt his cock stiffen as he cums down your throat. You choke slightly but breathe through your nose as Aizetsu holds the back of your head, keeping his abdomen pushed to your face. "Drink it for me. Don't let a single drop spill out"

"Fuck I don't think I'll hold out myself~" Urogi said as he kept up his brutal thrusts, grunting and breathing heavy as he pounds your ass until he came to a stop. Urogi holds your ass cheeks open as he cums inside your ass. Your blood runs down your thighs from Urogi's tight grip on your ass from his talons.

Moments after Karaku made a finally thrust, making your moan out as he pumps his load inside you. They stayed inside your holes for a few more seconds until their orgasms were done. "Fuck.." you whispered as your body collapses on Karaku "don't think you're done yet. You've got another round to go," Sekido said.

"Let's have her lay down. I feel sad that she's already fucked out" Aizetsu said and lays you on your side. He did the same thing and lay in front of you, which made Sekido groan. "That's the point. Besides, you're ready for more, aren't you?" Sekido asked with some concern yet sounding angery. You nod. "Use me as much as you want... master's," you said said.

Sekido and Aizetsu were shocked at what you said. "You didn't call us that!" Urogi said, and Karaku crossed his arms, feeling a bit hurt. "W-wait, I didn't... I just.." you said, realizing what you said and looking at Sekido and Aizetsu to explain yourself. "Call me your master again, pretty kitty" Aizetsu said and kisses your neck as he grinds his cock on your stomach.

Sekido let's out a dark chuckle as he lifts up your legs as he lays behind you. "Accident or not we are your fucking masters. And you're gonna be a good kitten and take both of our cocks" Sekido said and shoves his cock in your ass. Aizetsu crossed his leg over on sekido's as he positioned his cock to your pussy and pushes his length inside.

"Oh god! Y-yes masters~" you whimper and they start to fuck you rough since your holes have already been fucked by Karaku and Urogi. You look at Aizetsu as he fucks your pussy side ways and pull him in for a deep kiss. Sekido bites the back of your neck, making you moan in Aizetsu's mouth.

Sekido licks the blood spilling from your neck and kisses it "so good, so fucking tight. Gonna fill you up again" Sekido growled as he fucks your ass sideways and makes his skim clap on yours. Aizetsu's hand reaches up to your booobs and grabs a hand full of it. He gropes your tit and plays with your nipple between his fingers while continuing to snap his while moaning in your mouth.

"Come here," Sekido growled and pulled your hair to pull your lips away from Aizetsu's and onto his. Aizetsu whimpered from your lips leaving his but continued to fuck your pussy and reaching his hand down to rub at your clit. "Sekido~ mhm~" you tounge kiss him for a few seconds until he pulled back and catches your tail in his mouth.

You mewl, clenching down on both of them until they groaned as Sekido licks and bites on your sensitive tail. "I-its too much! Gonna cum, again!" You let out high pitched moans as you felt your body getting hotter, your head feeling light and the excitement building up in your chest as well as your orgasm.

"Cum for me" Aizetsu whined and grips onto your waist "I wanna see you squirt. Please? You'll do that, right baby?" Aizetsu begged. "You're going to squirt for me. Gonna pound this ass till you do and your gonna take my cum inside your filthy hole again. Right? Slutty kitten?" Sekido asked.

Your body jerks back and forth from Aizetsu and Sekido sandwiching you. "Yes! Yes, yes!~" you screamed in pleasure as your lips quivered and tears rolling down your face as you squirt. Your juices spray out onto Aizetsu's thighs, even getting some of it on Sekido as well.

They continue to fuck you through your orgasm, watching as your eyes rolled back until they cummed. "Don't push it out, kitten. Keep it inside" Aizetsu kissed you as he fucks his cum back inside while riding out his orgasm. "Let a single drop spill out and I'm fucking you dumb again" Sekido threatened and grinds his hips onto your ass, not pulling out until seconds after.

The rough punishment was done. You lied there until Sekido and Aizetsu fully dressed themselves. Aizetsu is the only that picks you up and you cling to him, weakly "please don't leave~ I'll let you fuck me again so you don't go~" you looked at Aizetsu and turning your head to Sekido, then Urogi and Karaku.

"Well, you've always wasted our time to do our job, so we have no choice but to stay with you," Sekido said and turned his back to you, feeling flustered. "As much as I love to fuck you senseless it's time I take a break and play with our pretty kitty for real" Karaku said and kissed your forehead.

Urogi hugs you, along with Aizetsu, and rubs his cheek on yours. "Let's go give her a bath!" Urogi said. "we all need one. Especially you, " Sekido said to Urogi, but he just flew in the air to avoid what Sekido said. Karaku laughed and walked back to the cottage standing next to Sekido. Aizetsu kisses both your ears and then your forehead. "Forgive Urogi for ripping your shirt. Would you like to wear my one of my kimonos? It would look like a dress on you," Aizetsu said.

"I'd love that so much," you whisper and wrap your arms around Aizetsu and fall asleep in his arms as he carries you back to the cottage.

[yeoosaangg]

Pacify Her || Kinktober - Day 5

pairing ▸ choi jongho × f!reader

now playing ▸ pacify her - melanie martinez

⤷ ❝someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours, but was he yours if he wanted me so bad?❞

genre ▸ college au, best friends to lovers, smut

warnings ▸ hand kink, degradation, gagging, choking, fingering, rough sex, infidelity

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You walk into the house, feeling the base of the music in your core. It felt stimulating since you pre-gamed with your friends before your arrival.

Yunjin: Somi and I are gonna go dance!

Y/n: I've gotta go find Jongho.

They exchange knowing smirks, heading for the dance floor. You roll your eyes, turning to scan the room.

You maneuver your way around the sweaty bodies of your classmates and finally spot your best friend.

He sits on a couch in the corner, drinking some sort of alcoholic beverage. His friend group sits around, two of them with a girl on their laps.

Yeosang: Hey, look! It's Jongho's girlfriend! Come take a seat.

His what?

Jongho: She's not my girlfriend.

His scowl pierces through the older, who simply shrugs and sits back.

Yeosang: Right. You're dating that one girl in your major. What was her name? Raven? My bad, I forgot. Y/n, come sit on my lap, baby.

Jongho clenches his jaw. He knows what he's doing and he doesn't like it.

Y/n: I'll pass. You're too much of a man whore for me.

Everyone laughs, including Yeosang. He can't argue with your statement because it's true.

You sit next to Jongho, head immediately laying on his lap.

Y/n: What were you guys talking about?

Mingi: The trip to the ski resort coming up. Lots of us think it's gonna be a disaster.

Y/n: Why?

Mingi: Because lots of shit goes down on trips like this. Last time, the admins had to separate a few girls because they were fighting.

Y/n: Damn. For what?

Mingi: They all thought sleeping with the same guy meant they were dating him. Next thing you know, they're fighting to see who's worthy to be his girlfriend.

Yeosang: Not my fault they got attached. I've made it clear plenty of times I was just there for fucking.

Y/n: I'm not surprised you were involved. How'd you get them to back off?

Yeosang: I'm still fucking them.

Of course he is.

Y/n: And on that note, I'm gonna go get a drink.

Jongho: I'll come with. Need more vodka.

You both get up, heading into the kitchen. You start fixing yourself some tequila, watching Jongho pour straight vodka into his cup.

Y/n: Rough night?

He shrugs, gulping down the alcohol.

Jongho: Raven and I got into a fight.

Y/n: For real? What about?

Jongho: It's stupid.

Y/n: It's not if it's bothering you. Come on, you can totally tell me.

Jongho: Not this. I'm still trying to figure out if she was right or just paranoid.

You furrow your eyebrows, but don't push further. If he needs time, you'll give it to him.

Y/n: Alright, then. Cheers to you solving your relationship problems soon.

He chuckles, clinking his red cup with yours.

He can't find it in his heart to tell you that you're the reason he's been arguing with Raven. She accused him of having feelings for you.

The idea was ridiculous at first. You're his best friend, of course you two would be close.

But then he started noticing the way he treats you over anyone else. He drops everything just to help you out. He laughs around you the most, feels happier too.

He was scared of accepting the possibility and chose to escalate their fighting more. Never once did he lay a hand on her, though. He just insults her, calls her insecure and jealous.

But he's starting to realize Raven was right as he looks at you. His heart beats faster, checking you out. The tight black dress fitting you perfectly.

He has the urge to fuck you in it. Right in that very kitchen.

Y/n: Dude!

He snaps out of his daze, looking at you attentively.

Y/n: I asked if you wanted to go somewhere quieter? This fucking music is blasting my eardrums.

Being alone with you in a room sounds like a terrible idea, but the vodka in his system is like a booster shot to his desires.

Jongho: Yeah. It's better than having to yell over the music.

You agree, heading up the stairs of the frat house. You open a familiar room, hoping it's empty. You sigh in relief seeing no one inside.

You plop onto the bed, not noticing your best friend locking the door.

Y/n: I think I shouldn't have pre-gamed. Yunjin made me take four double shots.

Jongho: Bad idea. You sleep with random strangers when the alcohol hits you.

Y/n: But I do end up with a new fuck buddy! Guess we'll find out who's the next victim later. Come lay down, maybe you need some rest.

No, he needs to fuck you.

Just to confirm his theories. Nothing else.

He slips in next to you, staring at the ceiling.

Jongho: Oh, look! They have those glow in the dark stars. I wonder who's room this is.

Y/n: It's Yeonjun's.

Jongho: How do you know?

Y/n: He's the guy I told you about. The fuck buddy that might become more.

Oh.

Jongho: Do you like him?

You stay silent. Yeonjun's nice and all, but he doesn't make you feel alive. The only guy to make you feel like that is unavailable.

Y/n: I think so. He's the only other guy I let into my dorm.

Jongho: There's others?

Y/n: Hell no. Just you and Yeonjun.

He wants to be the only guy allowed in your room.

You look at his hands and widen your eyes.

Y/n: When the fuck did you get a ring?

Jongho: Raven.

Awkward.

You clear your throat, turning on your side to play with the ring in his hand.

Y/n: It suits you. Makes your hands look even more pretty.

Jongho: You think they're pretty?

Fuck, you didn't mean to say that out loud.

Y/n: I didn't say that.

Jongho: It was implied.

Yeah, it was. But he has a girlfriend, you can't let your feelings for him drive you to do stupid things.

Jongho: You're staring at my hands.

Y/n: Hot.

Jongho smirks. He just discovered something new about you.

You've got a hand kink.

Jongho: Open your mouth, baby.

You widen your eyes at the petname. But he looks at you with a fond smile, so you immediately comply.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, making you sigh in satisfaction. You've wanted this to happen for so long, it feels good to finally get it.

Jongho: Look at you, sucking like a sex-deprived whore.

You moan at his words, moving to sit on his crotch. He chuckles as you start to grind on him.

Jongho: Fucking hell, Y/n.

You start to feel him harden under you. He's fucking huge, it makes your mouth water more.

Jongho: Look at that, you're a drooling mess.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he rocks his hips up into you, goaded by the warm pressure that is your pussy.

You whimper, taking his other hand to your throat.

He lightly squeezes, pulling you down. His fingers in your mouth hit the back of your throat. You moan, rutting your hips even faster.

Jongho: Get naked.

You nod while climbing off. A pout forms on your face at no longer having his fingers in your mouth, but get so excited when he starts stripping as well.

Jongho: Lay down.

You do as he says, spreading your legs for him to see all of you.

Jongho: So pretty.

You giggle, opening your mouth in silent invitation.

Jongho: So cute.

He climbs over you, his cock rubbing against your clit. You moan, wanting him inside of you already.

Jongho: So impatient.

His left hand chokes you, his other back inside your mouth. You hum, smiling as his hips rut against you. His cock sliding up and down your folds, getting soaking wet.

Jongho: Wanna see what else my hands can do for you, baby?

You nod, anticipation filling your veins.

He takes his hand out your mouth, reaching down to slip into your warm cunt. You moan at the feeling knowing the music outside the room was drowning you out.

Jongho: Like my hands so much, might as well let them make you cum multiple times, hm? Would you like that?

You nod again. You desperately want him to go faster.

He squeezes your neck a little tighter, curling his fingers at a rapid pace. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, the pressure in your lower stomach intensifying.

Your orgasm hits strong, Jongho not giving you any time to rest. His fingers continue abusing you until you cum again. Your moans rival the loud bass of the music downstairs.

He takes his fingers out and shoves them into your mouth.

Jongho: Suck.

You don't have to be told twice, licking your juices clean. You moan when he shoves his cock into you with no warning.

Your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He uses his knees to push your legs up, slamming his hips at an angle that has you screaming even louder than you've been the entire night.

He laughs at your attempt to say something, but his fingers prevented you from doing so.

Jongho: What'd you say, baby? I can't understand you with my fingers in your mouth.

You let out a choked whine, cumming on his cock. He doesn't stop ramming his cock against your walls.

The reality of your actions only hit you now. You're fucking your best friend at a frat party. You remember that he's a taken man, tears building in your eyes.

He takes your tears as a sign that he's making you feel good, fucking you rougher.

Jongho: I love you. Always have.

Your worries go away, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. His girlfriend is nothing but a distraction, much like your handful of fuck buddies.

It's always been Jongho. It'll always be him.

You cum all over his cock again. His thrusts become sloppy, pulling out and spilling all over your stomach. He lays next to you, very out of breath.

Jongho: I love you.

You cuddle into his side, kissing his shoulder.

Y/n: I love you, too.

He kisses your temple, rubbing your back in soothing patterns.

Y/n: Please tell me you're getting rid of Raven.

He laughs, stroking your hair out of your face.

Jongho: Worry about that later. You and I are just getting started.

a/n: the way i can definitely make a part two... oh well! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

You yelp when he rolls you on top of him, aligning you onto his cock.

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[mylovelo-ak]

addiction

pairing: nagi seishiro x reader

warnings: none

wc: 588

synopsis: in which you learn how to play nagi's favorite game <3

notes: me n my crippling valorant addiction <3 not proofread

"teach me how to play."

"play?"

nagi seishiro was always on his damn game. well, he played multiple games but that's not the point. it was always soccer practice, go home, play, eat, then sleep. and while he did occasionally kiss you, you wanted more than kisses to sustain your relationship.

you wanted to spend time with nagi.

and if you can't do that because he's on the game, you figured maybe you should learn how to play. that way you can spend time with him while he's doing something he loves, and heck who knows? you might end up loving it, too.

"play soccer?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"no i wanna learn whatever you're playing on your computer."

"pc games?"

you could practically see the question marks surrounding his head. you held your ground, staring straight into his eyes.

"..okay then, c'mere."

he patted his lap, gesturing for you to come and sit. once you did, he took your hands into his and fitted them over his mouse and keyboard, moving your fingers so they wouldn't accidentally press the wrong keys.

"you're mainly going to be using w, a, s, d and the space bar—"

he explained the controls to you. you felt tension get to your head as you struggled to remember everything. you almost regret asking him to teach you. once he finished, you saw him ponder over something, before his lips curled up in a mischievous grin.

"i'm gonna queue a game for you now."

you exhaled, "okay."

"it's a game with real people. you have four teammates and five against you."

"okay— REAL PEOPLE? WHAT IF I RUIN THEIR GAME? WHAT IF I—"

a loud boom came resounded from the headset he put on you, and the words match found echoed mockingly in your head.

"looks like it's too late now." nagi teased.

"i'm scared."

you told him as you stared at the screen in fear. he's only taught you the controls, but he hasn't said anything about how the game works.

"i'm here, don't worry. first you gotta choose your character, okay?"

you nodded. you dragged the cursor across the screen to hover over each icon to display the characters. finally, you settled on a white haired girl who floated a dagger in her hand. while all the other characters seemed appealing, this girl— jett the screen says— looked the most like nagi. she had the exact same unbothered look on her face.

"why her?" he asked, accusingly.

you're sure he knows you well enough to know why.

"no reason!"

he chuckled before kissing you on the cheek.

"okay so her abilities are—"

as the game progressed, you're certain it was meant to be a horror game. now you knew why nagi would sometimes jump when you tap him on the shoulder while he was playing. your face twisted in probably your ugliest concentration face. you'd completely zone out during rounds, failing to see the look of adoration on your boyfriend's face.

you felt as if the game finished too fast, even though you played for an hour.

"queue me one more." you deadpanned.

the smile on his face was almost infectious.

"you're already addicted, hm?" he teased you. one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other grabbed his mouse to queue you another game.

"i am not!"

a week later, he buys all the things you need for your own pc. he figured you needed your own since you were hogging his 24/7 to play.

[diagonal-queen]

omg what if i requested...

okay okay imagine: [character] taking a bath with you and its all cute but GOD DAMN WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY RUBBER DUCKS? like yalls are taking a bath and you just pull out the rubber ducks and dump them in the bath djfbdjdj YES SFW I WE DONT TOLERATE NSFW HERE

characters: ranpo, dazai, chuuya, poe, atsushi, [your favorites] SEPARATE! if you dont wanna do em all you can just do poe and ranpo lol also you can insert blue lock characters if you want to 👍

i want isagi so bad frfr ALSO HONKAI STAR RAIL CAELUS WHY ISNT ANYONE TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE HELLO??? TRASH CAN BOYFRIEND??? HES SO HOT TOO? I WANT HIM TOO FRFR

i hope youre having a good day i am indeed alive!!

- nia

A NIA REQUESTTTTTTTTTTTT OMG YES

Rubber duckie, you're the one~

♡ pairing: Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Atsushi Nakajima, Mykola Hohol, Tecchou Suehiro x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: You bring rubber ducks into the bath.

♡ cw: Swearing, nudity I guess??? It's not NSFW lmao but gotta cover my bases

note: HELLO NIA. I want you to know that I AM gonna be doing a BLLK version of this some time after I've finished this one. Also I don't know much about Honkai Star Rail but isn't Caelus basically like that game's equivalent of Aether from Genshin? I'm uncultured T-T These are just crack hcs lol uh yeah apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Ranpo:

Bold of you to assume this mf didn't bring his own rubber ducks

The bathtub is overcome with your shared aquatic fowl. You two are having an absolute field day in there (and not like a regular field day, but like a Magic School Bus field day)

Maybe they have a war or something. Or maybe they establish a peace agreement and the two leaders of your different duck nations get married to form a union

You guys end up staying in the tub until the water is freezing

Honestly though, you probably benefitted from having a little while to both just indulge in childish behaviour without any judgement or consequences. And it was super fun so no regrets

After the first time you guys decide to start having shared baths every now and then when things get too stressful at work, so you could blow off steam in a harmless and fun way

But you two don't tell anybody. I mean Ranpo still brings rubber ducks to public bathhouses because he's just like that but nobody else ever finds out the true extent of your duck-related shenanigans

10/10 would recommend bubble bath rubber duck therapy w/ autistic manchild 👍

Dazai:

He didn't expect it, but he likes it!

Dazai probably never washes himself ever so he was already quite on board with the idea of having a bath with you (he gets to see you nakey and have clean hair for once? Like what a win)

Also I reckon he's the kinda guy who really enjoys bubble baths and plays with them and gets the bathroom all messy with the bubbles (me too Dazai)

So he was pretty hyped for this. But then you dump like fifty rubber ducks into the bath and NOW IT'S TIME TO GET FUNKY

Dazai has definitely never played with them before. He's amused with the way they float, with the fact that they make noise when you squeeze them, their big stupid eyes and everything about them

He initially wants to question why you have so many of them or where you got them from but then he just as quickly decides that he doesn't really wanna know the answer

Is he as invested in the ducks as you are? No, but he's very curious about them and finds it nice that you enjoy them so much

Probably wraps one in bandages and gives it to you so you're always thinking of him or smth 💀 (it's cute though)

Chuuya:

If Chuuya has run you a bath he probably intended for it to be romantic and relaxing

And then you bringed in the duckies

After a quick discussion you two do compromise on a romantic bath. With rubber ducks. And it honestly ends up being more perfect than either of you expected

He'd have been willing to just let you do your thing though because he just wants you to be happy but mans works too hard to pass up an opportunity to relax in the bath with you

So what ends up happening is you two just cuddle in the bath and talk about life and romance and stuff, and there's also ducks floating there, entirely out of place

Like Chuuya would have pulled out all the stops. Candles and wine and stuff, so like a pretty mature scene that does not accommodate for rubber ducks, and yet there they are

But he thinks it's really cute how into the ducks you are so he lets you keep them around

He would definitely buy you more rubber ducks in the future just to see you smile. Chuuya is down so bad for you 😌

Poe:

He's probably never even seen a rubber duck in his 1800s gothic anxietycore life

You might honestly have to explain what they are. He's like 'and they don't do anything? You just have them there for company?' and you're like 'yeah!' and he's just like

Poe would find one singular duck of yours and latch onto it. That one is his duck now and he would keep it nearby because it reminds him of you

Overall though he doesn't really get on board with it. Like after the first two minutes when the novelty fades he's like '...can we please remove them' lol

If you say yes then the bath then continues on exactly as expected. It's nice but Poe's a little insecure and shy (cuddle him pls)

If you say no then he's just gonna learn to deal with them. This man doesn't have the balls to set boundaries with you (ME TOO POE)

That being said, if Karl likes the ducks? ...oh boy he's straight up going to purchase an avalanche of them

It's really up to you whether or not the ducks catch on or not, Poe's just along for the ride whether or not he wants to be

Atsushi:

Help him

They didn't have rubber ducks in the orphanage, and Atsushi probably hasn't had a proper nice long bath in years. He did not want nor expect a horde of rubber ducks

But Atsushi loves you so much that he's willing to look past it. And the duckies actually grow on him by the time you guys get out the bath

He's always seen bathing as just that. A way to clean. But you're determined to introduce him to the wonders of bathtime and make up for the childhood he wasn't allowed to have

He mostly just goes along with you and doesn't really match your energy, but he absolutely loves seeing you so excited about the ducks

He would definitely like the idea of baths being a cute couply thing for you guys to do though so whether or not you got your ducks with you is honestly irrelevant

But you do. And so he accepts them as a part of being with you. In sickness and health or whatever idk nobody loves me lmao

Just make sure that you give Atsushi as much attention as you give to the ducks okay?

Mykola:

Mykola has literally never been happier in his entire life

This was the moment when he realised that you were the one for him. His soulmate, his one and only

He doesn't care how many ducks there are, he just cares that there's ducks. And that you're the one who bought them into the bathtub.

The pair of you wreak havoc on the bathroom. Like with Ranpo, y'all were just being a little playful. You and Mykola straight up destroy the whole room

You two spend hours in there coming up with names, extended backstories and lore of each rubber duck and it gets so complicated so fast

He would also give each one of them a different voice while you guys are messing around. Theatre kid moment

You've now given him the idea to just randomly present you with rubber ducks at any time, regardless of the scenario. Your collection grows tenfold due to this bastard and Fyodor is not pleased about it. Not when Mykola is interrupting DOA meetings with fucking ducks

The poor repair guys you hire to fix the bathroom...they're so confused T-T

Tecchou:

Straight up just does not react. This shit is a regular Tuesday for him

LET'S NOT PRETEND THAT HE DOESN'T OWN RUBBER DUCKS BECAUSE HE LITERALLY DOES I SAID SO

And he just lets them float there in the bath and pays no mind to them. Doesn't play with them, talk to them or whatever. It's just nice to have some silent, non-judgemental company sometimes

Tecchou doesn't strike me as someone who would suggest that you two take a bath together, so it was most likely your idea. He went along with it because relaxing in a steamy room with you sounded nice, but in reality you just wanted to show him the ducks

And though he might have seemed disinterested he was so happy to know that you and him had a similar interest

You two are so good for each other that way <3 (good = autistic I guess, because Tecchou is canon autism I decided)

So while you play with the ducks or whatever he just sits there content and watches you do so with a little smile. Probably calls you cute at some point entirely catching you offguard

You two make it a regular thing, but Jouno probably finds out somehow and it's just a whole other can of worms I won't go into rn

Taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

~

isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

~

That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

~

isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

~

"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

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After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

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