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st4rbwrry · 9 days

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━━━ ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 .ᐟ t.f

warnings 𑄽𑄺 2.4k. fem reader, lowercase intended, she/her pronouns, heavy infatuation, oral [ f + m.], mention of car sex + alleyway, small argument, impact play, choking, strangers to whatever, dacryphilia, toji gives sugar daddy vibes with the sugar, kissingggg, missionary, unprotected sex, average pet names, lots more but i don't feel like listing, minors aren't allowed!

━━━ ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 .ᐟ ꒱ ; for my bestie bc she screamed at me for more toji fics. @thecoochiefairy

lust is a dangerous thing. it can make a person commit unspeakable acts for someone they desired profoundly. never would you have expected to give yourself to a stranger, to some man you met in a bar at two in the morning. this same man now had you eating at his face drunkenly in public areas, gaining weird stares from others. when you looked at him, an otherworldly entity possesses you, a sexual demon. there's times where you can't stop biting your lips or sulking your eyes submissively to him. touching him, stroking or tugging at his sable hair you loved so fucking much. this person makes you drop to your knees behind an alleyway while he fucks your mouth as he pleases. eats you out on his knees in the darkest and furthest corner of a movie theatre.

fucks you in mostly public areas, which was way out of your comfort zone, but you adapted, because you yearned him as fucking badly. an equal infatuation. he drives you crazy. he gets a kick out of you choking him while you ride him in his dark gray audi, eyes rolling back with every drop your ass makes to his broad thighs. seeing the sweat dip into the crevice of your breasts as your neck narrows back and your singing his name in sweet symphonies of salacious moans, fingertips digging into his thigh you grip for balance as you bounce and shake. toji's irises darken at you with captivity, mouth open as he inches his face closer to catch your nipples to suck.

"what does your pussy taste like?"

from the corner of your eye, you could see the man flick his dragon embroidered silver lighter, the lid shutting and opening as he smirked dully at you, waiting impatiently for your answer. his stare on you makes you feel powerful, yet that power would soon subjugate once he shows you just how powerless you are while fucking you senselessly. it's so vivid, the night you met him. what renders you immobile while thinking of it is how much you ached for him that day, the terrible throbbing of your clit, the pool of arousal in your panties as he shoved you up against the wall, chest pressed to your back as your ass ground onto the bulge in his jeans, his mouth on your neck greedily.

"angel tears," was your answer, a joke of course. but he'll never forget the way your eyes clocked down to his thighs, leaning closer to rest your hand on his body, manicured nails trailing up to his dick. in that moment, his entire chest fueled with fire. the answer was amusing. trying to give him something to look forward to while adding in your comedic sense of humor. toji was feening for the taste of you.

as his tattooed hands slither up the back of your thighs, under the black marilyn monroe dress you attired, you moan from the coldness of the rings settled on his long, thick fingers. he kept his promise when he said he'd 'eat your pussy til' you're crying for me to stop.' toji never stopped. it was the first time in your life where you came four times in one night. breathing wetly against the wall as you drooled and tears stained your cheeks. feeling heavenly suffocated by his scent, air compressed as his arm locked around your neck and he fucked you hard in the same position, spanking and assaulting your clit with his fingers, telling you just how much of a pretty slut you are.

toji was someone you didn't know you needed until you craved him every second of the day. when he's at work, a place he ultimately needed the majority of his focus to be while tatting clients, you'd be a brat and send him videos of you touching yourself. of course he'd be the one to watch them while reducing his volume, usually having music play in his shop. the both of you have a thing for filming. there's dozens, if not hundreds of videos the two of you shared in your phones. when he'd come by your house after, he'd make sure to keep his phone in his back pocket, grabbing your neck the moment he enters and roughly connecting your lips, slipping his tongue inside while callously groping your ass, bringing you closer.

he'd spank you for misbehaving. sitting on the couch, legs spread as you crawl to him and the cock he rests in his hand, demanding you handle it, taking him deep in your throat until he wants you to sink on it, riding him as your legs tremble and you call him his special name. daddy. mediocre to most, but he might as well take advantage of it with how good he takes care of you. aside from sex, he treats you like a princess. buying you all the things you wanted, making sure your bills were paid even if the two of you didn't live together. catering to your every naughty need. utmost affection. in a way, he felt like your sugar daddy. though he didn't like the title, and the both of you agreed on a no strings attached relationship . . . he's yours and you're his. labels weren't his deal.

it's a gray day in hell when you've actually manage to piss him off. it's rare. usually when he's sexually frustrated he tends to be mean, tugging you around, hitting your ass harder than he should but always apologizing after he releases it all, choking the air from you, spitting in your mouth . . . the usual. when he's pissed, he's pissed. toji does his best with refraining himself from hurting you, but when you push him to a limit of ignoring him, he doesn't appreciate it. especially after all he does for you.

you want to say it's the middle of the night when you hear banging at your front door, already tucked comfortably in bed with your bluetooth eye mask looping rain forest or thunderstorm noises. the darkness makes your vision blurry as you stumble from bed, bare feet tiptoeing towards the door, oversized deftones tshirt barely covering your ass. you had a feeling it was toji, assuming he must've forgotten his spare key to your place. so when you go to unlock and turn the knob, you see his tall, heavy body before you. he tilts his head to the side, jaw clenching with his hand resting above the door, black tee rising up to show a bit of his belly and the dark trail of hair leading down his abdomen.

"now she fuckin' answers," is the first thing he says, seethes actually, dropping his arm and running his pierced tongue over his lower lip.

"toji," you suck your teeth, soon after yawning, eyes half-lidded as you fought with your body to stay awake. "what time is it?"

"near three. do you know how many times i called you? where the fuck do you get off ignoring me?"

now he has your attention, lifting your head and scowling at him, crossing your arms over your chest. "who the fuck are you talking to like that? it's too late for this bullshit. i'm fucking tired."

"i. don't. give. a. fuck," he breaks down his sentence, your entire body now flaming with anger. "you mean to tell me you have all this energy to fuck around and go to parties with your girlfriends but can't pick up the fuckin' phone when i call or text you? now i'm nobody to you?"

"i forgot," you shrug carelessly. "it's not a big deal. you see me damn near every day. i'm a grown ass woman. i have a life too, you know."

every word you're saying comes in one ear and goes out the other. honestly, he could care less about an explanation. he already forgave you the minute he saw you dressed in one of his shirts, knowing full well you're naked underneath. but since he built up this much anger, he couldn't pussy out. he'll stick to his plan. it stuns you when he reaches forward to grab your neck with one hand, pulling you close and lowering his face to your level while closing the door behind him, finally stepping inside. it's pitch dark other than the three candles you have lit in the studio apartment and the large flatscreen rerunning adult swim cartoons without volume.

"keep your fuckin' mouth shut," he growled. you pull in a sharp inhale as he swiftly turns you around to face the bed. "walk."

to be truthful, you weren't going to disobey him at all right now. it's late, you were tired, and maybe just a little horny. you didn't have the strength to pick a fight. toji looked worn out himself, building up all this frustration on top of working all day was fucking him over, at this point just needing a quick fuck to knock him out. he's trailing behind you until your knees hit the edge of the bed, flabbergasting you by sloppily mouthing at your neck and grinding his dick against your ass, free hand roaming around to slip between your bare thighs, rushing his fingers over your clit, whining from his touch.

"toji," you whimper, shifting in your spot, trying to remove the fabric off your body, temperature rising the more he groped at your flesh and kissed your neck. your knee is now lifted onto the bed giving him better access slip his fingers into your cunt, already wet for him.

"pussy always wants me, doesn't it?" toji groans as he licks behind your ear, spanking your ass, smirking at your tiny pleas and failed attempts at answers.

he grants your wish by relieving you of clothing, the cool air surrounding your home hitting every inch of you, picking you up to lay you flat on your back. the tips of your fingers hover over your lips as you stare up at him, his eyes glinting under the moonlight, loving to watch him toss off his shirt and unbuckle his hefty belt, your favorite sound of his zipper flying down. like the good girl you are, you keep your legs up to your chest, biting your lip as you crane your neck to study the way his dick springs up to hit his stomach, toji hissing from sensitivity. he's aching hard, veins on the underside pulsating towards his precum leaking tip.

he's quiet, his only priority as of now is fucking you raw, until the both of you cum, until you're equally spent and knocked out into slumber. aggressively, he slaps your hand away after seeing you play with your clit impatiently. toji's wide palm holds onto your left knee, keeping you spread open, arching over you to give you a kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth, that metal ball rushing over yours, moaning into his mouth as you feel him rub the tip hastily on your clit, side to side, keeping his lips locked with yours.

you're rolling your hips into him, kneeding at your tits before he's sitting straight on his knees, jeans still clinging to his waist. toji gathers a ball of saliva and spits onto his dick, giving it a few strokes and finally sliding deep into you, to the hilt, so deep your back arches and you can feel prominently every vein throbbing inside of you. his palm strikes the side of your cheek, "focus right here."

sometimes he doesn't understand that it's not so easy staying present like he wanted, not when he felt this good. his pelvis touches yours now, toji twitching inside of you, rolling his neck back, a small 'mhm, fuck' slipping out as his pupils switch white for two seconds. the gruffness in his tone makes your stomach flip.

"you drive me crazy, girl," toji groans thickly, the ball in his throat jumping after he swallows before wrapping both of his hands around your neck, choking you and slamming his hips so hard you hear your wooden platform below crack only a bit. "don't you, girl? huh?"

uncaring, you kept contact with toji nodding your head to answer as the walls in your throat swell, making it impossible to breathe properly, but that wasn't an issue. the only one was how fucking godlike toji appeared when he fucked you; black hair flowing, tattooed chest and arms painted like an art canvas. godly sculpted abs. thick thighs that slapped amongst your own lewdly. the chain swinging around his neck, his masculine scent of tobacco vanille. he turned you on without doing much.

your ears start to ring from the lack of air flow, toji noticing your knees buckling and slowly losing their posture. he takes his hands away, to which you're kind of upset but he makes up for it by bringing his body closer to yours, physical touch the highest level of intimacy to you. toji hugs the top of your head, holding your face in his chest and you use that as an advantage to wrap your arms around his broad back, legs spreading even wider to fit him in between. he's so much deeper now, and you're sure you won't last long. your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you harder, mouth ajar with tears filling your eye sockets, monotonously whining 'fuck, fuck, fuck' after each heavy thrust he delivers, his weight on your body immensely gratifying.

"i'm sorry, baby," you choke between whines, toji's only response is breathy moans, insanely vocal, hissing and slamming harder once you let him know you're cumming, cursing wildly as you tighten around his cock until you do cum, and he grunts the moment you toss your head back and shift your hips up to fuck him back, quivering in his hold.

"yeah, fuckin' do that—nnh," he can barely finish his sentence as you move faster, locking your ankles tighter around him until he's at his limit, whimpering and pulling out, lazily jutting his hips over your stomach where he cums, falling completely onto you.

he knows you have no reason to apologize. he may have overreacted just a little, but he knows you'll talk about it in the morning. he rolls to his side after a few minutes, huffing and cradling your face in his hands before kissing your forehead, holding you close. he's asleep before you are, not okay with the fact that he has outside clothes on your bed right now, trying your best to shuffle down and pull his jeans entirely off of him without waking him.

#𑄽𑄺 ━━ ꒰ 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 .ᐟ ꒱#jjk #toji smut #toji fushiguro #fushiguro x reader #jjk fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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analysis (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: took this not-actually-a-prompt and got carried away heh... 😌

analysis (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, spit, squirting

Thirst Fulfilled: I NEED someone to settle an argument between me and a friend-

Do you think sanemi has a big [redacted]-

Because I KNOW he is packing a huge one.

Ps I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to ask 😭

~faqs~

Update as of 12 May 2023: A foreword that these headcanons are first and foremost indulgent !! 😌 They are not intended to be realistic. They’re supposed to be fun. Hot. 🥵 Within the realm of possibility, but not ~normal. 😉

Dick so big it has him blushing 🤭

—I mean, c’mon: Look at him 😳

That being said, it’s also very pretty — not monstrous or scary (besides its size heh)

A nice, rounded head that oozes precum throughout foreplay, sensitive and rosy pink as you flick your tongue across it, thick and heavy balls tightening at the breathy moan in your throat

A delicate vein curves from its base to the underside of the tip, thankfully not too pronounced, bc it’ll stretch you out enough regardless

Speaking of stretch…

Your fingers can barely wrap around its girth — it’s much easier to drool and lap at the shaft than commit to anything close to deep throating (unless your jaw stamina’s through the roof 👀)

Doesn’t exactly groom himself, but that isn’t too much of an issue since it’s not like his pubic hair’s getting in your way too often (re: dick too huge to regularly deepthroat)

As for length, Gyomei’s in the ball park of ~reasonable (10 inches when erect), but it still requires a hell of a lot of prep before you’re fully seated on his cock, ass flush against his flexed thighs while large, sweaty hands grip your hips in a feeble attempt to restrain himself from immediately thrusting into your dimly throbbing cervix

“This okay?” he murmurs, thumbs pressing firmly into the softness of your skin, low groan caught in his chest at the suffocating heat of your pussy, your shaky, faintly pained breaths keeping his desire in check

“Take as much time as you need,” as you use his stomach to steady yourself, muscles rippling beneath your palms

“You feel wonderful,” whispered gently—patient as ever—even as he longs to raise your trembling body up and almost off of his cock, only to fuck the air out of your lungs w/ a single, smooth drop of your wanton weight, unsuspecting wail music to his ears as you convulse in orgasm at the overwhelming pressure of his cock stuffing your puffy walls

Obanai’s closer to average, but he isn’t small (at least, his dick isn’t 😆 #short king)

Def a grower, slim, veiny shaft elongating (to ~6 inches) as you stroke him w/ a practiced flick of your wrist

Not exactly related to his dick, but he also def growls during foreplay, needy and eager to melt into you and to ruin you — just depends on his mood, yanno?

His head is the kind of head that you almost wanna chomp 🤗, all squishy, bulbous, and fat, quickly reddening and weeping precum, making a mess of your fingers

Perfect lubrication for touching yourself while sucking him off, gleam in his eyes at how filthy you are

Typically can’t be bothered to trim his pubic hair, but it doesn’t get especially long anyway — more so coarse and curly

His shaft doesn’t stretch you out significantly, sliding easily into your slick heat, hovering above you as his hands keep your legs parted widely, “You like being splayed out for me, hm?” pinching lightly at your inner thigh, grinning smugly as you whimper contently, “My precious plaything.”

But it (his shaft) does have a wicked, upward curve, tip grinding firm and repetitive against the spongy bundle of nerves deep in your pussy

And its veins 🤤

What he lacks in girth, he makes up for in texture

Plus, Obanai 11/10 fucks aggressive and erratic, pubic bone flush to your clit, friction delicious and constant as he thrusts full force into your hole, sweat dripping from his brow onto your clavicle, his eyes narrowed in lust and passion, balls slapping sticky against your asshole, less concerned about hurting you since he’s aware that he isn’t ~the biggest guy on the block

Altho, if he’s tired, then he lowkey enjoys you on top, edging him w/ every slow and steady undulation of your hips, your tits pressed warm and hot to his chest as he clings to you and the squelch of your cunt

For whatever reason, my immediate thought was: Raging! Hard! On! 😂😍

Kyojuro’s absolutely packing, but still decently proportionate to his stature (177cm aka 5’10”)

—Bc, contrary to porn-pular belief, comically large dicks hurt 😒💀

8 inches erect, and a sizeable bulge when flaccid

—Never thought I’d use this term, bc (imo) it’s hot when I’m horny, but 🥴 when I’m ~sober 😆…

BREEDER BALLS

As much as Kyojuro loves worshiping your pussy, he might love when you worship his balls more 🤭

You kissing, sucking, licking his balls while he jerks himself off = 100% orgasm guarantee

Drooling on his shiny, reddening tip, your spit trickling down between his fingers, making a mess of your lips as you return to fondling his balls w/ your mouth?

110% orgasm guarantee

Prefers cumming on your tits, btw — will stave off his orgasm until you can get ~in position ☺️

Nothing like an even messier round two 😎

Bc, ofc, he is more than happy to reciprocate the pleasure 💞

W/ enough girth to warrant a gradual sinking (vs an abrupt thrust to the hilt), his shaft fills you breathless, its last couple of inches just barely fitting into your heat

“Can’t believe you’re already hard again,” you giggle delightedly, eyes hazy as he smears his cum across your nipple, throbbing head pressing deeper into your pussy, “You’re insatiable, I swear.”

A heady groan is his only response, gaze bright and attentive as always, reaching for your hand, dipping your thumb into his cum splatter, tasting himself on your skin as he maintains eye contact

“Fuck,” you gasp, pussy clenching at his nonchalance, tongue swiping subconsciously along your bottom lip

“Taste?” he offers, enthusiastic tone muted by the determined pressure of him lapping at your other nipple, his cum bitter and warm as he kisses you sloppy and needy, grip gentle on your jaw as he inhales your scent

And then you whisper Umai!

One word: brutal 😵‍💫

Not bc he’s ridiculously hung (i.e. Gyomei), but bc he’s ridiculously good (at using his dick)

—I actually headcanon Sanemi being a ~bashful virgin (sex can be intimate, and intimacy can be scary, but he loves you, so if that means being soft and scared w/ you… then he’s willing to go there 🥺🤍), buuut once he’s comfortable/well practiced?

—😈😈😈

Not much of a show-er when flaccid (and absolutely, positively shriveled when cold 😂), but an ideal 7 inches when erect w/ girth in between Gyomei and Kyojuro (slimmer than Gyo, thicker than Kyo)

His tip seems to get ~angrier the longer you tease him, going from an almost cute pink to an engorged, lustful red — def the hardest part about fitting him in your pussy, breath catching every time he finally slips into your dripping hole

Which, he has to get you dripping before attempting to penetrate, or at least use lube, bc rushed sex + his dick = not super enjoyable

Alternatively, he’ll facefuck you to get his dick wet enough for your pussy, 7 inches manageable, albeit veering on unpleasant, your nails digging into his flexed ass as he shoves himself languid and satisfied into your mouth, head twitching and leaking precum down the back of your throat whenever you gag on his length

“Watch your teeth,” he grunts lowly, tugging warningly at your hair, swallowing a moan as his cock muffles your whimper, eyes watering at his roughness, “Don’t make me gag and choke you,” calloused fingers brushing soothingly—promisingly—at your neck

In terms of pubic hair, he keeps it neatly trimmed, but not clean shaven: he likes hearing—seeing—the filthy mess of your saliva, tears, and precum as he fucks up and into your pussy

“Is this fast enough for you?” he snarls, your body balanced precariously atop his pelvis, grip nearly bruising on your hips as he smirks knowingly, “Obviously not,” pace frenzied as you moan raggedly, “If you’re still moaning like a whore, then it isn’t fast enough.”

Feet shifting beneath him in search of a different angle, grin triumphant and deadly as you shout silently, head tilted backward, tits bouncing in mesmerizing sync w/ his thrusts

“There we go,” he murmurs, balls tightening at your fucked out expression, “There’s my perfect cunt, squeezing all pathetic and hopeless around my cock,” stamina never ending, pussydrunk on the feeling of you, “Can’t wait for you to cum on my cock, gonna make this cunt so fucking sloppy.”

The prettiest dick 😭

—Ik I mentioned Gyomei’s dick being pretty too, but Giyuu takes pretty to another lvl 🥺

Aka Giyuu has the Goldilocks Cock™ 💀

Just shy of 7 inches, w/ thin veins that curl neat and yummy around his shaft — which, btw, is thick enough to have you pushing on his shoulders Slowly, p-please as the tip catches on your entrance, his eyes hooded and glassy as he ignores you in favor of thrusting in further Sorry not sorry at all You feel so g-good

A faint shudder trembles down his spine, pooling in his groin, traveling along his girth, head twitching in the viscous grip of your heat

Maintains a tidy patch of pubic hair, delicate happy trail tantalizing and subtle whenever he stretches 🥱

As for his balls… once again: Goldilocks Balls™ 🤤

Optimally sized for sucking into your mouth, hanging beautifully even, downy hairs tickling your nose as he cups the back of your head, quiet groans spilling from his cherry bitten lips as you glance toward his fluttering lashes, your vision obscured by the muscle of his tensed inner thigh

Giyuu’s fave position?

—for these headcanons, at least 😆

Cowgirl 🤠 #yee #haw

Your pussy clings to his shaft like a greedy vice, creamy essence smearing from your swollen folds to his lower abdomen, tits presented as you arch backward, using his legs to steady yourself as you fuck yourself on his (perfect) cock

“Touch yourself,” he demands softly, spreading your asscheeks w/ surprisingly cool hands, easily supporting your weight, eyes closing at the satisfying smack of your skin bouncing against his

“Touch yourself till you cum,” his biceps hardly straining as you chase your orgasm, rhythm smooth and delectable, “I want to feel you fall apart,” murmured slick and gentle, in stark contrast to the lewd squish of his balls tapping your asshole

“C’mon sweetheart, fall apart for me, so gorgeous on my cock, love feeling you gush all over me.”

—I pondered long and hard about Tengen’s dick (both puns intended 🤗)

—Lemme organize my thoughts for a sec…

—Girth (from wide to slim): Gyomei, Tengen, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyuu, Obanai

—Length (from long to ~short): Gyomei, Tengen, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai

In other words, as the second tallest, Tengen also happens to be the second biggest 🙃

—I initially considered putting him behind Kyo in terms of length, but 198cm aka 6’6” vs 177cm aka 5’10”... the math just wouldn’t have mathed 😆

Erect, Tengen measures a solid 9 inches, and if Obanai’s dick is veiny, then Tengen’s dick = veins GALORE 😵

“Even my dick is flashy! 😎” “It has ✨decor✨!”

His shaft bends slightly downward (blame gravity — his dick’s so fucking heavy 😌), so certain positions can be a bit tricky, but damn if he doesn’t rearrange your insides 🤪

Def enjoys being the center of attention, fucking slow and confident into your stretched out hole, dirty talk muffled by Makio’s thighs as he maintains a steady rhythm licking her folds, Hina’s index finger slim and practiced as she stimulates your clit, Suma’s tongue gliding wet and hot against Tengen’s taint

“What was that?” Makio coos, eyes twinkling as she grinds firmly onto Tengen’s mouth, “We can’t understand you dear,” squealing when he smacks her tits, “You seem a bit preoccupied, try speaking up.”

“S-shit,” you gasp, gripping Hina’s hand, pressure building as Tengen thrusts sharply into you, “D-don’t encourage him Makio,” whining as Hina latches onto your nipple, sucking lightly

“Why not?” Makio giggles, ass wiggling playfully, “Can’t take it?” knowing all too well that, ultimately, your pussy’s paying the price for her teasing

“Hm, you’re so messy babe,” Suma sighs contently, pausing her ministrations to kiss Tengen’s thigh, lips shiny w/ spit and your essence, “Seems like you want Makio to encourage him.”

Hina nods in agreement, eyes narrowed devilishly, twisting your other nipple, “Her clit’s throbbing,” spoken w/ unbearable casualness, “I think she’s going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum?” Tengen asks conversationally, finally taking a breath from Makio’s pussy, engorged tip twitching in your cunt, “I’ve hardly ruined you, and you’re already spasming on my cock.”

“T-tengen,” you whimper, clenching at his taunting tone, falling forward, cheek smooshed into Makio’s back, “So fucking d-deep,” stuttering as the new angle forces his fat head flush to the entrance of your cervix

“Think we can get her to squirt?” Tengen hums smugly, a hypothetical question, really, as you begin convulsing, pussy gushing messily onto his stomach, Hina’s hand glistening, ignoring your meek mewls of T-too much! as she continues rubbing your clit, Suma lapping at your cum as it coats Tengen’s balls, trickling between his asscheeks

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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supernaturals-fav-witch · 8 months

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Can you do size diff with Sam winchester ✨️😘

Size difference with Sammy 🩷

(I'm assuming you want reader to be smaller then sam? So that's what you should expect!)

This is how you hug him most days

He usually picks you up to hug or kiss you or sit down

He loves affection

He makes sure that he doesn't fall asleep on you so he doesn't suffocate you

Usually likes you laying on him

He calls you're 'mouse' you call him 'moose'

He like manhandeling you at times either that or treat you like a Antique doll

Loves cuddles

Calls you 'my travel size sweetheart'

Loves matching you're energy

Cooks for/with you but always ends up hold you like a baby

Loves picking you up

If you're chubby and short he loves that too (he's a thigh man so if you chubby he's all over you're thighs)

Picks you up to kiss you 24/7

Likes holding you're hand and kissing you

When you're on you're phone to much he will take it and hold it above you

Puts you in air jail

Will literally pick you up and f*ck you standing in the bedroom bc he can

Puts you on his shoulders and eats you out like that

He loves thighs skinny or thick and he loves the feeling of youre thighs around his head

Usually is carrying you some sort of way

You usually sit on his lap and give him neck kisses or chest kisses whilst he's reading bc you cant reach his lips

If he bonks his head on something you take care of him

You warn him when to duck

His clothes are soo Baggy on you it's like a dress

If you let him do you're makeup you'll just sit on his lap whilst he does you're make-up

Loves doing you're hair

Loves comparing sizes 24/7

Thank you for reading, please ask me for more my inbox is always open and is a safe place ❤️

#castiel winchester #dean winchester #john winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #the winchester brothers #yandere supernatural x reader #size difference sam winchester #sam winchester size

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hihimissamericanbi · 4 months

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oh HELLO SMUT IDEAS

celine you're brillant all of these are amazing HOW CAN I CHOOSE

but hmmm ok i'm going to say:

Make your fuckboi jealous at the club. regulus making either james or barty jealous?

and

Maybe time for some suffocating roommates to lovers tension solved via a stubborn ass game. ROSEKILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR or maybe pandora x barty (do they have a ship name? idk) OR lily x barty x evan could be fun

Alrighty crow boy let's see what we can do here. This gets p explicit by the end so... oops?

Jealous fuckboi was fleshed out in a previous ask, BUT using your prompt, I'd say in this case Regulus is at pandora's birthday party. He had JUST gotten brutally dumped by barty, like, that day or something. Really really raw, fresh wounds. Barty is a dick but he's the skittles' dick even with all the shit he pulls so he is also at the party, already all over someone else. Regulus is both furious and heartbroken (remember, he is a sad wet cat on the inside). Enter: James motherfucking Potter, tits out, eyes only for Regulus. "Where's your boyfriend Reggie?" "Oh you mean that asshat over there with his tongue down some guy's throat?" James is like 😈😈😈😈😈 fuck yes reggie is FINALLY single it's JAMIE TIME or something equally cringe inside his head. So he just completely destroys Regulus with some smoking hot sexy banter, lays it on real thick, and soon flirting becomes dancing and dancing becomes making out and holy shit James is so fucking hot I can't believe he's touching me like this meanwhile James is like wanted you for so long let's show him how pretty you look bent over for someone else and James spins Regulus around and bends him over so his ass is in the air as James grinds up against it.

It barely passes for "dancing"

And when he hauls Regulus back up he whispers in his ear from behind, look baby he's watching, all for you. He's the dumbest fuck on the planet for letting me get my hands on you. I'm going to ruin you for him and for anyone else.

Praise kink sex in the club bathroom ensues.

Ok ok so for roommate plus tension-filled game I'm going to take lily×rosekiller bc I am not super familiar with rosekiller as a ship BUT I have seen the little sprinklings of throwing Lily in there with them and I LOVE POLY SHIPS so let's go.

Rosekiller established. Lily is their roommate, who they met through Pandora. It's really important that the vibes from the get go is ANYONE CAN HIT IT for all three of them. Pan bi queer whatever they identify as it's basically Hot People Are Hot (aka same sexuality as us irl tbh). So there's a lot of rosekiller just LEERING at Lily shamelessly and vice versa. It's not just rosekiller being extra handsy with each other when she's around or "accidentally" leaving the door open that one time or being intentionally loud when they know she's home. So finally they are stuck home one night together because Lily's plans got canceled and rosekiller are like oh no 😈 play a game with us? 😊

I'm going to make them play strip never have I ever. So the real tension/sexiness of the story is in the stripping, and the leering getting more and more out of control, and the completely out of pocket comments about each other's bodies. And it's extra fun because we have a mix of genders and bodies going on here (Trans Evan? Trans Evan.) But yeah I love this set up because no matter what body the reader has chances are they can find some body parts to relate to in this story and those parts are going to get specifically called out and praised and told it's hot.

The sex finally happens when Evan is the first one to be totally totally naked and his cock is wet and swollen and peaking out from his folds and Lily is STARING and blushing and so turned on and Barty is like have you ever sucked a cock like Evan's before and Lily motherfucking Evans is actually SHY and she shakes her head and barty is like mm it's the fucking best and Evan is so sweet, you'll never taste anything like him, would you like to try a bite? Here I'll show you how he likes it.

And then they are off to the races. There will be lots of "kissing the taste" of one another into each other's mouths and a lot of praise/dirty talk in the third person; ie. talking about one partner to the other partner like the first partner isn't even there.

Tl;Dr: languid body appreciation/praise smut for a mix of genders

Whew!!!!

#wip tag game #smut game #celine's smut #celine spills #crow tag #caw caw #jegulus #lily x barty x evan #trans evan rosier

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minhoskofi · 4 months

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chapter 7: bad dream

warnings: nightmare

word count: 1.2k

masterlist

a/n: i literally couldn't sleep bcs i got this idea in my head and had to write it downㅋㅋㅋㅋ

As you (finally) managed to reach the credits of the movie, Byounggon, with his characteristic thoughtfulness, suggested you head inside and wash up while he tackled the aftermath of your rooftop cinema.

“What?! No! Let me at least help you, how can I leave you to clean all this up by yourself?”, you tried to fight back but it was futile, as Byounggon urged you to go ahead.

The steam from the hot water showered over you, mirroring the waterfall of thoughts that flooded your mind. Doubt and vulnerability mingled, questioning this happiness. Byounggon indeed was truly everything you had ever dreamt of, but what if you were just dancing on the precipice of an illusion, a fleeting dream bound to dissipate like morning mist?

Waterdrops were pattering, rhythmically. Were you allowed to be happy? Was this too good to last?

As you stepped out of the shower, your gaze was drawn to yet another thoughtful gesture – some of Byounggon's clothes, seemingly left for you to choose from. A sweet reminder that he wanted you to feel at home, even in the simple act of getting dressed.

You slid into an oversized t-shirt, the fabric engulfing you in its warmth. It cascaded down, almost reaching your knees - a whimsical sight. As you attempted to pull it down over your wet hair, Byounggon appeared before you, seemingly materializing as if from thin air.

A playful grin danced on his lips as he tossed a towel over your head. "You look absolutely hilarious in this," he teased.

Laughter bubbled up from within, breaking through the remnants of doubt like sunlight piercing through clouds.

With the towel draped over your shoulders, Byounggon's playful gaze met yours. “I’ve wanted to do this.”, he declared somewhat mischievously. He guided you to his bed, the fabric cool against the back of your thighs as you settled down. Byounggon took a seat in front of you, facing you with a playful grin. In his hands, he cradled the towel, ready to embark on the task of pat-drying your hair.

"I can do it by myself, you know," you said sheepishly as you tried to grasp the towel from his hands.

"I know," he chuckled. "But can't your loving boyfriend do it for you instead?" With that, he planted a rough, yet jokingly tender kiss on your forehead, his warm lips leaving an imprint that lingered.

As he began to pat-dry your hair, his touch was gentle and attentive. The soft cotton of the towel absorbed the droplets, leaving a trail of dampness on your hair.

Byounggon's eyes never left yours.

"Done," he announced, with a mock flourish as he threw the towel aside. His gaze stayed on you for a while, just admiring. “You look so fuckable in my t-shirt, but let’s go to sleep before I actually fuck you, okay?” he said with no shame whatsoever.

As you both settled into the cozy embrace of his bed, Byounggon, as ever considerate, retrieved a couple of pillows and extra blankets to ensure a comfortable night's sleep. He slid under the covers beside you, his presence a soothing balm.

In the stillness of the night, Byounggon wrapped an arm around you, drawing you closer and taking in the scent of you. The city's distant hum provided a comforting lullaby.

"Goodnight," Byounggon whispered, his breath tickling your ear, a final note in the symphony of the night.

As sleep enveloped you, monsters of the past emerged from the shadows. Nightmares, like spectral predators, clawed their way into your consciousness, manifesting as haunting visions that shook you to your core.

In the dream, shadows morphed into sinister figures, whispering echoes of forgotten fears. A sense of suffocation gripped you, and the air grew thick with an oppressive darkness. A chilling wind carried ghostly whispers that seemed to echo from the depths of the nightmare.

Shapes twisted and contorted, taking on grotesque forms that danced on the edge of your fears. Faces, distorted and contorted, bore expressions of malevolence that sent shivers down your spine. The dreamscape became a distorted reflection of your deepest anxieties, and as the monsters closed in, the cold sweat of terror seeped into your consciousness.

Abruptly, you jolted awake, gasping for breath, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering like a haunting melody.

Turning to Byounggon, you hesitated for a moment, questioning the reality around you. Were you still trapped in the clutches of a bad dream, or had you truly escaped? His silhouette, soundly asleep beside you, offered a reassuring anchor.

But the fear threatened to swallow you whole, and you couldn't help but reach out, gently shaking his shoulder. Confusion flickered across his features as he mumbled incoherent words, his eyes still sealed in the world of dreams.

His eyes fluttered opened, and concern immediately etched itself onto his face as he saw your tear-stained cheeks. "You okay? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with both worry and genuine care.

"Gon?" you uttered, your voice almost inaudible. His name served as a lifeline, a connection to reality that you desperately needed.

He sprung into action, sitting up and wrapping you in a comforting embrace. His warmth became a shield against the lingering chill of the nightmare. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered. "I'm here. You're safe. It's all just a bad dream."

Byounggon's hands gently rubbed circles on your back, the rhythmic motion mimicking the comforting cadence of a lullaby. He held you close, rocking gently as if to dispel the shadows of the dream.

"I've got you," his voice was a calming melody. "Just breathe, I'm right here, I’m not going anywhere." And in the safety of his arms, you felt the residual fear melt away, replaced by the steady heartbeat of reality.

Byounggon kept comforting you, as his hands stroked your hair and his gentle whispers soothed the echoes of the nightmare.

Feeling his warmth, you couldn't help but lift your gaze to meet his. His eyes, filled with concern and affection, locked onto yours, offering a silent promise of safety.

In the hushed atmosphere of the room, Byounggon's face drew nearer, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. As his lips met your forehead, a sequence of tender kisses followed, tracing a path along your temple and down to your cheek.

No more shadows that could taint this night.

Byounggon's lips paused on the corner of your mouth, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers delicately traced the contours of your face and his touch was hesitant as he cupped your face.

He leaned in even closer, lips hovering above yours, a sense of uncertainty lingered in the air. It was as if he questioned whether it was appropriate to kiss you in this vulnerable state.

Tilting your head to the side, you conveyed a subtle affirmation that his kiss was welcome, an invitation for him to bridge the gap between uncertainty and connection.

He gently pressed his lips against yours and - nothing more, nothing less, just a lingering kiss.

With his hands still cupping your face, he whispered a "I'm here with you," and never let go of you that night.

previous chapter next: chapter 8

#cix bx #cix imagines #byounggon x reader #cix x reader #byounggon #bx #cix #bx x y/n #byounggon imagine #kpop eu #byounggon x y/n #cix soft hours #cix fluff #kpop fluff #kpop imagines

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maries-gallery · 2 years

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TUMBLR ATE MY ASK BUT -

for your 2k event (CONGRATS BY THE WAY) i wanted to request I for injury and N for nightmare (bc i feel like they would go together) for Levi - bc knowing me.. who else😭😩

LEV I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT ! BUT HERE IT IS ! But please I expected no less from you so here you go and hope you like it ! And you better be taking of yourself because if not I'll... I'll make you.

genre : comfort, angst

warnings : mentions of blood, violence, war

I for Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

find it here <3

N for Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

With the years, Levi thought he had gotten over the crushing fear of loss, thought he had finally numbed the grief, reducing it to a low and humming cry at the back of his mind.

Taking each death as they came, another blow yet nothing but another bump in his routine.

For deaths were a given in this world. A world where danger lurked around every corner, a Titan or a monster in human form. A world where every day smelt of rotten corpses and smoke, where grief tasted like morning coffee and midnight nightmares.

He had learnt that people would leave. People he loved and people he knew only by name, familiar faces and strangers in the streets. Men and women, elders and children.

And more than anything he had learnt that saving everyone was not on the table. That sacrifices had to be made among his ranks in order to save the rest of humanity.

But you.

He couldn't dare think about it. Couldn't dare think about losing you, about a world without you. And so not a day passed, not a second, with him not fearing for your safety, for your life.

He feared it in the wee hours of the morning, the early morning light barely sipping through the thick foliage of the forest trees as the haunting melody of another mission hung in the air. Stiffening and suffocating, lungs constricted in his chest as he hoped and pleaded the sky and any deity above for another day with you. For a safe return in one another's arms.

He feared it deep into the night, when images of you and the all too vivid scent of your blood woke him up from slumber. Forehead coated in cold sweat and hands slick with imaginary crimson. Eyes wild with terror and fear, breath ragged and shaken.

Heart sinking low in his gut as your cries for help precede your sharp intakes of air, bloodied lips trembling and desperate for an I love you you knew to be the last.

No, he couldn't bear the thought. Couldn't imagine you getting hurt or worse, a world without you. And he'd do anything in his power to ensure such a reality doesn't come to fruition.

#lev<3 #aot x reader #aot fluff #snk x reader #snk fluff #attack on titan x reader #attack on titans x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff

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hangingoffence · 1 year

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tell me about the metro wip!! <33

!!!!<333 thank you MWUHA!! this wip started from me thinking if for the whole Metro 2023 game did Artyom get any sleep at all and at that time i was kinda obsessed with sleep paralyses and so i went hell yeah ill put these ones together so i can torture characters i like

It takes place in quite early in the game and in Artyom's story. At this point he has gone to the surface and experienced the horrors that lie there and he has also failed to save a man's life who helped him through the surface. And now he's in the Red line(the line and the stations in the Metro that the red communists occupy). The Reds are after him and he's hiding in the room of a friend who helped him to escape the Reds. And at this point im giving him some sleep before he continues his journey through the Metro.

The feeling you can get that your not getting enough oxygen during a sleep paralysis played well into this bc of the same lack of air in the surface. And being unable to survive without a gas mask. So it was like a perfect opportunity >:)

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the station. Shouts of people and screeching of the rails. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Constant and even thump. It wasn’t as fast as he would have thought. Artyom was tired. He didn’t even realise how tired. He opened his eyes. Artyom could see the same tiny room he fell asleep in. But it felt different. Like a thin fog had settles in there. All noises were gone now, and the only thing he could hear was his own heavy breathing. Artyom tried to turn his head but found it impossible. Panic filled his body as he tried to move with all his willpower, but simply couldn’t. He was stuck there, in that bed. In Red territory. ---//--- The fog penetrated his lungs and killed the oxygen. He needed a gas mask. The pressure on his chest kept increasing second by second crushing his lungs even more. He needed air. He needed the mask. He needed to reach for it or he would suffocate. The thick terror didn’t let go from his lungs or body until he could feel his left pinky finger fidget. First, his left arm followed by his right, Artyom could move them freely. They went to his belt where his gas mask hung, but he found the spot empty.

wip tag game!!

#emyr #ask #tag game

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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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Could you maybe write gojo in a squid game au where he is the frontman and he spares the reader orrrr he is a vip and the reader is a bartender

first of all, nonnie pls allow me to apologize for how long this took:((( i didnt want to say no bc i hadnt seen squid game at the time you submitted so i used this as my impetus (loved it btw)!! but again, i am SO SORRY i hope this is a lovely surprise for you hehehe

wc: 3.8k

cw: nsfw, minors dni, dubcon/noncon (coercion/abusing power), sex work i guess?, forced alcohol consumption (head clear at time of ~ encounter ~), canon-compliant violence & gore (mentions of death and blood, but no vivid descriptions), oral (male receiving), deepthroating, spanking, unprotected sex, choking, biting, creampie, possessive behavior

the screams of the players echoed around the large room despite the thick glass that separated them from the VIPs. the scent of incense hung thick in the air, mixing with the smell of your own sweat and the expensive bottle of scotch that rested upon your platter.

the plastic mask that adorned your face felt suffocating, the little hole for a mouth barely enough to supply you with enough oxygen. it was intimidating enough, watching people risk their lives for money, but more so to be serving the people that facilitated the event.

but little did the players know that the workers were also duly compensated; which was why you were there. one of your friends had told you all about the event; you’d eagerly accepted the invitation. but it had been nothing like you expected.

especially not now, surveying the disgustingly opulent scene. it was simply revolting, how the men with more wealth than hundreds of countries sat around, lounging, watching as people threw their lives on the line for money that they so desperately needed. what abhorred you the most were the people that posed like statues, some of them even acting as footstools.

the pounding of the muscle in your chest was the only indication of your nervousness, seeing as it threatened to crack your sternum to pieces with the force of its beating. deep breaths were difficult in the mask, but at least it covered up the grimace that clung to your lips.

“hey - you!”

the VIP that you had been serving beckoned you with a finger. the golden mask that he wore resembled a wolf, a celebrated predator. and you were the prey, watching as his bright blue eyes glinted in the holes cut for them. the only way to tell that he was eyeing your form in your simple black uniform was the position of his pupils as they traversed your body.

you didn’t hesitate to remove the top from the bottle, pouring him another glass wordlessly. teeth flashed from beneath the bottom of his mask.

“you have some gorgeous eyes, sweetheart.”

the compliment had no depth that you could perceive. perhaps he was just being nice, attempting to assuage your nervousness. after all, it probably took more than the gruesome scene that played to be desensitized to this level of gore - self inflicted violence. and most people did not have that advantage during that event.

“thank you, sir,” you nodded curtly, beginning to rotate your body to return to your position in the wings. the VIP only let out a laugh, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“hold on! how’d you like to sit with me and watch the show?”

he gestured to the space next to him, which you were scared to refuse for fear of angering a man who believed that he had all the power in the world. so you sat down regardless, leaving a liberal amount of space between you and the man. the glass bottle rattled on the tray as you balanced it on your lap.

“it’s scary.”

the words tumbled out of your lips like an anxious squeak of a trapped mouse. you had absolutely no desire to observe anything of the sort. in fact, as the people leapt to their deaths, you had kept your eyes shut, completely relying on the vocal summons of one of the VIPs if your services were needed.

the VIP didn’t say anything, only rested a hand on your thigh. the giant appendage was supposed to be warm, comforting, as he gave the leg a gentle squeeze. if anything, however, this made you more uncomfortable, seeing as you had no idea who this person was, assuming that he only wanted to exercise his power over you.

“oh, pretty baby, you don’t have to watch, then,” he leaned over, cooing in your ear. “don’t worry, i’m here for you.”

your cheeks burned with shame, embarrassed by how pliable you were, how easily swayed your convictions were. if he told you to break the scotch glass over your head right at that moment, you would. because you were afraid.

silence took control of the room, but the trailing of his fingers on the fabric of your pants indicated that the VIP had other motives other than instant drinks for having you with him. the path of his fingertips burned holes in your skin as they traveled upwards, ignoring the nervous twitching that zapped beneath them.

“say, what’s your name?” he asked, hand coming to rest dangerously high on your thigh. you swallowed past the formidable lump that had formed in your throat.

“y/n.”

“good god, that’s beautiful,” he breathed, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a tiny sip. the plush skin pressed together as he allowed the expensive liquid to glide down his throat.

“thank you,” you murmured, still trying to hone your skills in tuning out the thuds of the bodies as they slammed into the ground below the glass panels.

“i’m satoru. would you like a drink, y/n?” the VIP asked. you bit back the laugh that threatened to escape your mouth at the question. it was counterintuitive really, the client asking the server for what they wanted. you were honestly petrified, too afraid to answer.

“i’m not sure if i’m supposed to drink” was how you attempted to dodge having to give a genuine response. of course you wanted to drink. you wanted to do anything that would allow an escape for the last few horrifying days of your life. and if that was alcohol, you’d be downing any amount in a heartbeat. but not in front of one of the most influential men in the world.

“have it, i insist.”

the last of the drink that you had poured just minutes ago swished around in the bottom of his cup as satoru swirled the amber liquid around. he extended the glass to you, all but forcing it onto your lips.

“i just-” was your feeble attempt at fending him off, but the rest of your body refused to move, to utter the statements that you so needed to express.

“now,” he commanded, deep voice rumbling as your lips parted just barely for him to force the rim of the glass through. but he relented, his voice taking on once again it’s saccharine vibrations. “or you might get punished, sweetheart.”

you allowed him to pour the scotch down your throat. it was strong, stinging your throat and nearly setting your body ablaze as it transversed the path to your stomach. tears beaded along your waterline as you coughed and sputtered, attempting to get the remnants of the alcohol out of your system before they seared holes in your throat.

and the man, he watched you with a predatory gaze and amused smile. you felt so small in front of him, with his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh at that moment; the mark of his ownership. and you knew that you couldn’t escape once he had set his sights on you. you were fucked.

“let me taste it off your lips,” satoru murmured greedily, leaning in. it wasn’t an intimate gesture in the slightest, his eyes wide open as he closed the distance between your faces. he set down the glass, and after, reached to close his fingers around the edge of your mask. too afraid to touch him, you tried to protest.

“i’m not sure if i’m comfortable taking my mask off,” you said hurriedly, the pleading expression swirling within your eyes.

“oh you needy little thing,” he tsked, annoyed, but stood up anyway, extending his hand towards you. “let’s go to the backroom, then, shall we?”

you accepted his hand despite your gut’s own warnings. his palm was soft and warm against yours, not nearly what you expected it to be like. but then again, it was hard to imagine someone with more money than god not owning a decent moisturizer.

“my bet still stands, gentlemen,” the man called to the other VIPs who were lost in the throes of the game, “don’t forget it!”

the man led you through winding hallways before reaching a plain room. the walls were a dull blue, with simple furniture to match. no natural light filtered into the space, making you feel like a caged animal. the VIP led you to the table, where he sat you down, your knees touching as he angled his body to face yours for a seemingly innocent conversation.

“i’m so happy to have gotten you all alone,” satoru admitted almost sheepishly. but you assumed that someone with that much money had a knack for the charming and charismatic. the docile tone was just a ploy. “you’re such a pretty little thing in anonymity, let me see your face.”

seeing the two of you were alone, it was something that was a little less daunting, but how could you refuse a rich man? the pros far outweighed the cons in this situation, and you could see yourself walking away from the night with a hefty tip. his fingers hooked underneath the plastic lip once again, this time pulling it off of your face gently.

the chilly air hitting your dewy skin was a welcome sensation as the man beheld you. his eyes sparkled, taking in the sight of you hungrily. the hand that removed the mask threw the plastic and descended to your thigh instead, squeezing the muscle perhaps a little too tightly for your liking.

“shit, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, eyes still flickering across your features. but once he had gotten his fill, they began to drift lower, attempting to undress you mentally. but with an upbeat huff, he pulled off his own mask, revealing a beauty that you had never seen before.

it was said on occasion that rich people were the ugliest. that statement couldn’t even brush the man. his gorgeous eyes were only a precursor to his face, chiseled by the hand of god. white tufts of hair tumbled freely over his features. a cheeky smile graced his lips as a bright laugh rang out from his throat.

“your expression’s priceless!” he gushed, poking fun at you. “didn’t expect to see such a handsome devil, did ya?”

your mouth went dry as you fumbled for the words to deflect his boasting, not exactly wanting to feed his ego, but by the same token, you couldn’t let his attractiveness go unpraised. “i… um…”

“enough of that,” the man waved your dumbness away. the hand that grasped your thigh moved higher on the leg, up to the place that clenched at the thought of his closing proximity. his other hand reached up, palm pressed to the underside of your chin as he squished your face, fingers digging uncomfortably into your cheeks. “i want a taste of you. and remember, don’t resist.”

satoru leaned forward to press his forehead to yours, breath fanning across your heated face as his eyes pierced through yours. “i always get what i want.”

the man’s lips crashed into yours, easily parting the pliable muscles. you were terrified, really, to resist how he came onto you. you had seen firsthand how easily the players of the game were eliminated; so how would that pertain to how the lowly bartenders were disposed of? so, you let him kiss you, let his hands wander all over your body, squeezing and fondling those places that were most sacred to you.

every so often, your eyes would flicker open only to find that the cerulean blue eyes were watching you. the man was observing how his ministrations affected you; and he loved seeing your eyes clench shut or your brows furrow together when he found a particularly sensitive spot.

after a few more moments, after your lips were sore from the force of his teeth sinking into them, the man placed his hands on your shoulders and started to force you down to your knees. eyes flickering south, you found that the tip of his dick pushed the flap of his robe outward. your blood ran cold, knowing that kissing and touching weren’t that much of a big deal - but this was where you needed to perform.

wordlessly, you completed what his forcing had started. knees met the cold floor while you didn’t hesitate to unfasten the tie around his waist. your hands shook as they weakly grasped at the seams of the expensive robe; you knew that you couldn’t turn back now. the rustle of the quality fabric echoed throughout the room as no other sound dared to tear from your own throat at the sight of his huge cock.

“if you can make me cum in 5 minutes, i’m gonna take you home with me,” satoru whispered with a blindingly bright grin, leaning back and draping his arms over the back of the couch. your heart skipped a beat at the revelation, at the promise that the statement held. but seeing as he was a man of seeming notoriety, you would no doubt have your work cut out for you.

his cock swung tauntingly at you as it flipped upwards and slapped against his stomach, daring you to pleasure the mysterious man that had offered you the world. determination raced through every blood vessel in your body as you began your work, not even bothering to tease him, seeing as there was a time constraint on bringing him to an orgasm.

with a fearful gulp, your lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, pre already spreading across your tongue as your cheeks hollowed out to suck him off. the tip of your tongue swirled around his slit, the tickling feeling leaving him breathless at just the first touch.

without hesitation, you began to bob your head, taking as much of satoru’s cock into your mouth as you could. at the first execution of the movement, your lips barely reached halfway down his shaft before your gag reflex was triggered, resulting in your head thrashing backwards to catch your breath. your hand wrapped around the length that you couldn’t handle down your throat, stroking the sensitive nerves in tandem with how your tongue swirled around his tip.

the blood pulsing through his cock quickened its pace as the seconds ticked by, and you could feel that he was getting close. daring to raise your glance up towards those gorgeous blue depths, you found that his face was unchanging, save for the occasional twitch that occured when you executed a dexterous move.

desperation seized you as a point came where your progress wasn’t doing anything to bring satoru closer to an orgasm. so you took him all the way into your mouth, ignoring how his tip nuzzled into your throat, ignoring the gag reflex that threatened to throw up your lunch back at you. tears streamed down your face as you forced your head forward, eyes locked with the man’s as his mouth opened wide in pleasure.

before you drove yourself to vomiting, you released his cock with a heaving breath, trails of beaded spit still connecting your lips to his tip. your throat burned with the stretch, with the force at which you took his entire member inside of you. and with a heavy exhale, you prepared to do it all again, knowing that you would do everything in your power to escape a life of poverty.

“shit, i gotta feel your pussy,” the man breathed, pulling you up by the hair. judging from the desperation that laced his voice, you weren’t sure if he would still keep his promise. what you did know is that he would just take everything that he wanted, without a second thought.

“but what about-” you tried at least to ask about his promise, about protection, about his own sexual health, but he merely laughed off the sad attempt at speaking, unceremoniously forcing you forward onto the couch. your knees pressed into the crevice between the seat and the back, hands grasping the top for support.

“baby, i have all the money in the world, don’t worry about it.”

so satoru was going to make you his own personal sex toy, free of consequences. suddenly, you felt infinitely more exposed, posed with your ass jutting out as he pressed his pulsating cock to your throbbing cunt over the clothes.

“take off your clothes for me. and make it snappy.”

he pulled back slightly, giving you the space you needed to fumble with the mechanics of your pants, pulling them down over the curve of your ass. leaving them pooled at your knees, your fingers moved to undress your top half as well, assuming that you should go all out for the part. satoru’s hands moved to grasp at the supple flesh of your ass, squeezing and shaking it to watch it jiggle.

“hot damn,” he whispered, giving one of the cheeks a flurry of light taps. it drew a yelp from you as you lost your grip on the buttons of the shirt, but quickly recovered to shrug off your top.

the head of satoru’s cock nuzzled between your slick folds, just barely nudging into your entrance. just the tip felt wide enough to give your walls a run for their money, but you weren’t expecting tears to spring to your eyes when he sheathed himself in your cunt after spitting a glob of saliva on his cock to make sure it was lubricated enough.

a titillating moan tore from your lips as satoru wasted no time in fucking you senseless. all the man knew was take and take and take; and take, he did. you slammed into the couch at such a velocity that you looked down at where your chest had careened into the furniture, thinking that you already saw the bruises blossoming along your skin.

and that damn VIP, he believed, truly, that he owned you. and those bruises were not the only thing that he used to mark you. his hands gripped and grasped at any inch of skin that they could find - your ass, your thighs, your tits, your nipples - he loved the sounds that rang from your mouth when he pinched your nipples meanly. his hand almost immediately wrapped around your throat, not hard enough to cut off your air supply, but firmly enough to know that if you moved, that would be the case.

your lips had already been bruised just from kissing him, but what his mouth did on the other places of your body, that’s how he branded you. hickies, everywhere, littering your neck and sprinkled all across your shoulders like connect-the-dots. but what really exercised his ownership of you as his were the bitemarks. those little indents of his teeth sealed your fate for the rest of your natural existence.

and you had thought it was over, the blatant show of possession, but you were dead wrong. what you didn’t realize, getting your back blown out while people were dying in the other room, juices running down your inner thighs while blood pooled on their floor, was that satoru did not believe that there were consequences for his actions.

“fuck, fuck,” he panted in your ear before nipping at the lobe, “‘m gonna cum. god, you feel so good, baby.”

all that you could muster was a long moan, punctuated by changes in pitch with each thrust that hammered into your hips. as much as it was a selfish fuck, he still made sure to please you; that much was evident from the hand that berated your nipples drifting down to give more attention to your throbbing clit.

a loud cry escaped from your lungs when he pinched the sensitive bud, then proceeded to rub tantalizing circles that melded harmoniously with the deep strokes that he was pounding into you. knuckles whitened on the back of the couch as your grip tightened to steady your limp-growing body in the gale of his lust.

toes curling, you felt a tension begin to wind all throughout your body, warmth spreading between your legs at the nearing proximity of your orgasm. satoru’s pace faltered at the change in sensations, a low moan pouring from his lips as he increased the speed of the ministrations on your clit.

“gotta - hah - gotta fill you up, babe,” he heaved, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck. “milkin’ my cock, aren’t you?”

you couldn’t focus on what he was saying, not when the pressure that built up in your core threatened to burst. it was embarrassing, the noises that you attempted to hold in but slipped past your defenses. you didn’t want this to be that much of a reward from him; simply a matter of giving him what he wanted and getting what you needed. but it was much more than that.

and with one more prominent pinch to your clit, you were cumming all over his cock in no time. any self-restraint that he was harboring evaporated, leaving only a man so drunk on your pussy that he filled it up to the brim, thrusting so deeply you thought that he might’ve punctured your uterus. with the warm seed filling your cunt, you were officially his.

abs pressing against your ass, he gave a few more powerful thrusts into your gushing warmth, watching as the cream leaked out to form a ring around the base of his cock. some of the liquid dribbled down your thighs, sending shivers down your spine as you tried to recover from the rigorous session while getting rocked by the aftershocks.

satoru pulled out of you, ignoring your whimper at the emptiness, and plopped down next to you, cock splattering the mixture of your juices across his abdomen. his hazy, blissful expression studied yours as he reached out his hand.

“oh, yeah,” he grinned, grabbing your chin to fix your attention to him. “you’re comin’ home with me.”

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bemylord · 3 years

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ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ + ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ │ ᴅɪʟꜰ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ

pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, spit kink, spanking, slap on the cheeks [once], size kink, belly bulge, tears, creampie, marks, dom/sub, cockwarming, nicknames, butt plug, edging [mentioned], degrading, gagging, oral [both?], breeding kink + aftercare and praising <3 grammar issues.

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butler's note: extra hot and extra big. it must a 4.7k but i though it'd be too long, so i deleted some parts. if you like dilf toji - butler's here to serve your thirst. i did toji in his 30s not in 40s bc megumi is three years old.

'on your knees, slut' you swallowed, dare to have a quick look on your daddy before stood on the knees. toji will give you the punishment in a few seconds - you had given up on making excuses, yet preparing your throat and holes for his cock.

the playroom, which toji designated as the 'basement' for megumi, so that his son wouldn't enter, is arranged in relatively red colors: only the toy chest of drawers was made of wood, which had a shade of terracotta.

toji is into toys. edging you 'till your pussy will be soaked enough or else he'd turn the vibrator on the max, sat on the chair in front of the bed, putting his elbows on the armrests, making himself comfortable in the cushioned chair, to watch as how you're being a desperate slut for him.

trying to squirm from vibration on your overstimulated clit, as your legs have shaken as the toy brought you the new piece of the orgasm. toji commanded you to intently stare into his green lewd eyes as you feel the oncoming orgasm.

tears had come to the corners of your eyes, as you had reached the orgasm. you had given up counting the highest you've been reaching, but you knew toji hadn't touched himself - his balls are full of sperm to breed your pussy and mouth.

he turned off the toy, lightly rubbing your clit, as you arch the back for toji's caresses - he had enough to make a few circles as you milked on his fingers.

'your pussy so soaked, your juices are oozing all over your thighs,' he kissed the inner thighs, moving soft kisses to the succulent place. 'let daddy taste it.'

certainly, his tongue could bring you another pleasant satisfaction feeling in minutes due to the kind of torture he had placed you. he licked your oozing hole, tasting the juices, mooing into your bosom, causing vibrations.

you abruptly exhale, as toji moves his mouth to your swollen clit - you've been tortured and haggard, but you'll give your daddy the last creampie on his cock, will you?

of course, you will. you will milk his thick, hot cock when the tip literally touching your cervix, replenishing your vagina with his sperm. you had dig nails into his back, milking the cock, produce the white ring around the cock base, hearing as toji groans into your ear.

now, he won't be lenient. you had been a bad girl, very-very bad girl. you got daddy's permission to cum, didn't you? to be an obedient whore - is your role in the sex, so why did you disobedient the simple rule? you wanted a punishment.

toji sat on the upholstered chair, spreading his legs wide apart as if calling you to have your place. his cock is bulging from the sports pants - despite it was baggy, it seems that the cock would rip the material if it could do it.

you glare at him once again: green eyes are focusing solely on you, devouring, waiting for you to touch the cock with your tongue. he put elbows on the armrests, grinning - it's gonna be the rough punishment.

you placed palms on his knees, rubbing them slowly as if wobbling, should you continuing or you should have to stop. you're unhurriedly moving hands towards the bulge, lick the parched lips - soon, there will be his semen.

you touch his outlining dick with one finger, feeling how hard it is, how big your daddy cock is. the one thing that has been stopping his cock from being in your mouth - the elastic. you've lowered his pants, freeing up a fat cock.

you dare to look at the cock, before pulling it in inside your warm wet mouth: a small amount of precum on the pink glans and the protruding vein on the side of his cock, which you always had licked first. as usual - balls have a large amount of white, salty liquid to paint your mouth and pussy into white color.

fuck, perfect dilf in the prime of his life. toji in his 30s but his cock is fucking amazing. jesus, he's fucking good: he always pleases your needs with his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

fuck, what a perfect daddy you've gotten. primarily, toji hired you as a babysitter for his son, but lately, the both of you began to experience a completely non-working relationship, crossing the thin line of 'friendship' or 'boss and employee'.

do you mind when toji kisses your lips in the morning before making you a cup of coffee? do you ever put resistance towards his attempts to love you?

he snapped you out of your memories with a light slap on the cheek, more like a small touch of his palm on your cheek. toji put his chin on the palm as the little finger slightly covers the scar on his lip.

'suck my cock and gag on it.'

you wrapped your small palms around the base, licking the precum turning your head to lick the prominent vein. you had kept asking yourself, how does his fat cock fit in your little mouth?

although, toji fushiguro is definitely maddening by your small mouth that barely could fit the entire cock. the rare occasion when you managed to touch your nose against his pubic - after touching the bristle hair, you found yourself in tears as the glans touching the throat.

he'd lie if he tells he doesn't like when you get choked by his thick cock. toji feels like he's in heaven - doesn't need to use hands to press your head deep into the base. though, he could do it unexpectedly, take you off guard, overhearing as to how you're getting choked.

you're suctioning the cock as if it a lollipop with strawberry or cherry flavor, sucking as if you've been thirsty for weeks. scattering kisses along the length, pulling out the cock from the mouth with a pop sound.

the sound echoes through the room chugging and chomping. toji is smirking as seeing as his dick disappears inside your mouth, feeling as your tongue playing with the base inside. suddenly, you felt his big palms on your head, as he warned you with his giggled, suc as a telltale sign.

relentlessly, literally from the first second he had touched your hair, he fucks your throat without mercy as if you don't feel any pain. predilection of choke you with his cock.

you're trying to breath with a nose, but [forgive me] as toji replace palms to the throat and nose - this is what he calls a real suffocation. tears are running on your cheek as the glans touches your tonsillar.

'look me in the face, slut' he placed both palms on your throat, periodically squeezing and giving you few seconds to fill your lunges with the air.

you stare at the eyes full of lewd and the pleasure of your weeping face, he knows it hurts and throat will be sore in the morning - that is the reason why he will give you a day off on his large bed, where you'll be resting as toji will take of his son.

he will forbid you to get out of bed as if you could get out - the ass will burn as if you had been fucked by several men, not by one cock. by the way, you don't need several men as you've got toji. toji fushiguro and his cock will rip your pussy like you've been needy for it

there are times when the sorcerer killer is soft, his pace is slow as he covers your collarbone with quick hickeys that go away after a few minutes. he worships you like his queen, whispering that he will marry you one day.

'you're gonna be my little girl forever, only mine girl.'

don't think toji is a monster who loves to fuck you until you'll be a dumb as his cock breeding your pussy, you like it as well, when toji spanking your ass contemporaneously caresses your clit, reaching the new wave of orgasm on his cock.

'open your mouth little one.'

you pull out his cock, open your mouth wide, letting the saliva dripping down onto the chin, as you stick out the tongue. he cups your face, spitting in your mouth, mingling your drools together. you swallowed the mixture as a good girl, stick out again, asking for the supplementation.

'should daddy gives you more, should daddy kisses your lips?'

'yes, daddy, kiss me.' he squeezes the throat at your response.

'yes, daddy, kiss your slut, kiss her, please.'

he smiled, noticing how obedient you are by calling yourself his slut. he lowered his body down to kiss your mouth with a tongue, making you completely a mess, as you moan into the kiss. a small reward before the punishment.

he kisses your lower lip, slightly bites it, taking off your wet panties. not breaking the kiss, he runs the finger in your crotch, has a sensation of your dripping pussy - daddy's perfect slut. he entered with one finger without any warning, feeling your gooey walls.

you opened your eyes from the unaware action, staring into the green, loved one's eyes, feeling as his tongue is playing with yours, his finger tasting and preparing your hole for his cock.

'suck my finger and taste yourself'

you wrapped his wrist with a palm, taking in your mouth the soaked finger in your juice - toji's sperm is tasting better than any other liquid. he gets up from the chair, walking towards the drawer to get the toy.

'what color of the plug my slut wants?'

'whichever daddy chooses'

he put the one with a white, fluffy tail, lubricating hands, and plug. you knees on the edge of the bed, licking lips as anticipating the plug in your hole. fushiguro runs a finger along your hole, lubricating the ass, so it won't hurt too much - only his dick can bring the pleasant tingles.

he entered with one finger, feeling as the tight hole immediately squeezes it. he kissed your asscheeks, replacing into the toy. the sensation of the cool toy made you wobble your pelvis, but instantly you felt the strong hands of Toji, which calmed you down.

you had felt as the toy slowly coming inside the non-stretched, tight hole. you exhaled, arching the back, silently begging for the drooling pussy to be stretched with his fat cock. but instead of his cock you felt as his palms found themselves on your butt, squeezing them.

you screamed when toji spanked the right cheek. you've practically fallen as if toji's another palm which is holding you, so you wouldn't twitch and sneak away from the spanking.

another hit on your butt and another and another. your soft and once pristine skin is now covered with the marks of toji's palms, he marvels as he looks at the 'art' he has created - one touch and you shudder in suffering.

'turn around and face me.'

you hardly turn your body, looking from the bottom to meet his gaze - you've got a lovely opportunity to watch as he takes off the black t-shirt, he threw his arms back, pulling the fabric down, tossing it aside, placing his knee on the bed, opening your mouth with his hand.

he spits again in your mouth, as your hands found themselves on his stomach, outlining his sculpted abs with your fingernails. his muscular, athletic body feels so pleasant under your soft pads.

'give my dick a kiss before i'll rip your pussy'

once again you feel the hard cock in your mouth, salivating the base, pulling out to play with balls for a little. he groaned as felt your mouth has taken one ball then another, playing as toji loves, ogling at his foggy gaze and sanity. his cock twitched, when you kiss the head, turned your body.

his pads deftly find your clit, as the killer lay down on the stomach, moving your hips towards his face, forcing you to repeat his movement and lie on your tummy. he tucked the tail on your back, examining your oozing hole.

he couldn't help but bury his face on your pussy, tasting the arousal, knowing who your hole, body, and mind are belonging to. your arousal as well, tearing apart your pussy with fingers, entering inside with his tongue.

as if he could reach the spongy bug inside your vagina - he will wake you up every morning with a tongue.

going in and out in sharp movements, then lick the entrance such in a tease way. he had added two fingers simultaneously as you immediately squeezed 'em, quelling your moans with the pillow.

with one hand toji is stretching your gummy walls, feeling the friction when you adjust to his thick fingers; with another, he spanks your red butt cheeks, bringing you the discomfort.

't-daddy, i-i'm..'

'you've got my permission, cum on daddy's mouth.'

he caresses your clit with circles, anticipating for the liquid he'll lick. the euphoria had covered you surprisingly, when toji removed the plug, had kissed your ass. his strong hands were holding your legs widely as you were giving daddy the liquid he had been waiting.

licking the drooling cunt 'till your clarity is hazed and dazed by the marvelous feeling, you couldn't think clear, murmuring him different phrases.

'daddy, please fuck me rough, please, i need your thick fat cock in my pussy, daddy~'

you've purred like a cat last word, rocking the hips as you're still in the clouded conduction, unconsciously murmuring his nickname, stuck your butt.

'how can daddy say no to his baby girl.'

toji bent you over on the back, without hesitation threw legs over his shoulders. he spits on the pussy, smearing the saliva on the enterance. although you've been stretching before, his head had come inside with an effort, giving the moment to adjust to his size as the glance have touched the cervix, filling the space.

feel of being full by his cock definitely the best you had ever felt. you're melting by his warm and sweet body - drops of sweet starts to appear on the muscules as you're clenching the dick inside, attempting to adapting to his cock. he fucked your pussy almost every night, but tho you still fucking tight.

that's the thing toji loves - your hole as if renewal, making it difficult to fuck your relentnessly, so in the morning there will the pain between your thighs. he'll apologize with his tongue on your pussy, eating you as you like it.

the moment you clenched his wrists, leaving half-moon marks there, telltale sign for toji to move the pelvis. he pull his cock out to the glans, giving it back in a second, kissing your ankles, staring into your eyes, wrapping hands below the knees, using your legs to push into your wet bosom, stretching the walls to paint after in a white hue.

he moves the pelvis forth and back, beating out the moans out of your mouth, smiling to be the one who can and will bring pleasure to your body and mind. toji casts an insatiable glance over your body - with every thrust into your drooling pussy, your breasts bounce as your palms clutch the sheet, hoping to compensate for the blows.

as well, you glance over the man figure, staring as toji's chest rises when he goes all the way in. when he breathes out, his abdomen is visibly showing you the muscular. you clench the dick, as you have touched the abs, deftly touching his tense stomach.

you caught him twice in the gym, when you wanted to wake up megumi, had stopped by the crack in the door, had a peek on toji's body: wet, strong, and tense as he was standing in the plank position.

you had allowed yourself to watch as he exercises, had forgotten about the task to wake his son - wet strands of dark color fell on his face, if you pussy can talk, it would definitely say: 'fuck me, toji.' thank god your vagina is incapable of spilling your desire.

the goosebumps had covered your body as you saw toji's eyes were focusing solely on you, when you turned your head to look at the time - six in the morning, - you quickly ran to the 'gumi's room, pretending you weren't stalking.

does it count as stalking? toji should lock the door, you were just.. staring as he was exercising.

the next time he asked you to count his push-ups. you were happy. you nodded as the response, counting, as toji suddenly ask a question.

'lay on my back, y/n.'

you barely answered: 'yes, daddy.' again, you nodded uncertainly, afraid to make the slightest movement. can he hold you? but you wanted to feel his strong body more than anything else, and besides - he's your boss, you have to obey him.

you did as you told: first, you sat on his butt, then you lay down on his back with your stomach. surprisingly, he bent his arms faster, like you were a feather.

'one hundred, mr. fushiguro.'

you get on the floor, kinda upset leaving his body.

'you are so easy, have you eaten? i'll order us some food, you should eat more.'

the 'compliment' that toji had addressed to you made you blushed, as you found yourself smiling, looking at his face. you show by the gesture sigh 'okay', left the room.

'and it's toji, for you.'

you had murmured his name in the nights when you were closed as now, masturbating your little clit, pronouncing his name.

'toji.'

he suggested you move in with him because it was difficult to get to his house - he lived far from the city and transportation didn't go to the place.

'toji~'

you purred the boss's name, as the orgasm with a tremble covered your body, leaving you desperate to quell his name in your hand. you were thinking that the owner of the name is sleeping like his son is, therefore you could please your needs.

he was awakened as hell - being a sorcerer killer giving him the opportunity to sneak up on the victim quietly. especially to the mere human like you, who haven't got any curse energy or a good ear to overhear as he's jerking his cock, listening how you're cumming.

a kind of 'we're even' when you peeked at him.

the thing you didn't know is - toji always had peeked on you. in the shower, in the kitchen when you're wearing those fucking tiny shorts or when you just-just have awakened, aimlessly stretching your arms above the head, exposing your breasts as your top went up.

always.

now you are thinking about his massive cock is filling the former empty pussy, thrusting harder when your harsh and resounding voice caresses his ears - a delight to 'em.

the squelches are filling the game room, as you put your legs around his torso, making him bend over towards your face and kiss you.

in this position he could kiss your peachy lips, demolishing the coil in your stomach by his cock.

as soon as you started to rock your hips towards his cock, he momentary started to fuck you mercilessly, feeling as you're dragging nails through his back - he wants to find in the morning a dozen of red stripes dotted on his broad back.

he moves on your neck, like a habit of marking your conspicuous collarbones with hickeys and bites, dragging your teeth across your shoulders, leaving through the way bites or kisses, groaned at your skin.

his back as a bare canvas and your fingers are brushed with which you skillfully paint indecipherable red patterns.

your hole is constricting as toji started to fuck you brainless, grabbing your thighs, leaving a trail of half-moons there, driving the cock all the way in, balls slapping against your ass, prompting squelches that echo around the room.

thanks, megumi had never see as his father fucks the babysitter. megumi once called you mom, but you explained that you ain't his mom, in the response, you heard:

'but my dada [dad] said i can call you my mom'

you saw as toji smiles, waiting for your answer. then you have begun to know each other as partners. toji had known you're gonna the perfect mom and wifey.

'megumi will wake up soon.'

'i will take care of him.'

he kissed your lips before distracted himself from your lips to rock your uterus hard. you're both at your limit, feeling the breath becoming short and the heart beginning to pound frantically - soon the both of you will reach your orgasm.

he put your arm on the tummy, entering as far as it goes, as you felt his cock protrude. he murmured softly through gritted teeth: 'i'm here, baby.'

toji tossed his hand back, when the strands have finally covered his view of you, staring at your cute facial emotions as you're closing your eyes tight, shrinking the hole, milking his cock to cover walls in the white hue.

'cum with me, doll, cum, cum, cum-'

you have come first, creating a ring around his base, sucking out his sperm. his groaning filled the whole room as he fills your walls with his semen. the cock still pulsing in your hole that has been squeezing.

he bent your body over, making you lay down on his chest with the cock inside. your heart beats frantically in your chest as you both try to regain your breath. you squeeze his cock once more, feeling your joined fluid oozing slightly from your hole.

he put his hand behind his head, the other holding your waist. your body trembles slightly in a post-orgasmic state - toji is ready for round two, you can see it in his smug face.

'my good girl, you are my little girl'

you kissed his chest, moving towards his lips, wiggling hips to tease your lover.

'say it again, toji.'

'that you're my pretty little girl or that i love you so much, which one?'

you like hearing toji saying he loves you, kiss your palms and one finger on which he wants to wear a ring that will bind you by the bonds of marriage.

he's certain right now - he had found his family. his wife. he gently kisses your face, as if afraid to scare you off, pulling out his flaccid cock, to bring you as soon as it possible to his face, letting you sit on his stomach.

you run your hands over his strong shoulders, giggling - how he will explain that scratches to megumi? he ran his pads over your tired body, touching you lightly on your oozing crotch.

'love, we should take a bath.'

'not before i dot your body with kisses'

he again bent you over on your stomach, kissing the back of the shoulders, slowly coming down on your butt. as an apology, he grabbed your butt softly, leaving on the red butt-cheeks kisses.

he might be a psycho while spanking you, although always making out with kisses through all your body.

'megumi is probably have woken up, toji~'

'lay down here, princess, i will take care of our son'

he pulled on his sweatpants as he left the room. sex with him at times like this - is exhausting. you didn't notice how he covered you with a sheet before feeding his son. megumi asked him where you are, but toji answered him in a manly way:

'she's resting now after having s-, after playing, 'gumi'

'playin'? why i didn't play?'

he only sighed as he helped his son to eat. a childish question that he could have answered, but he didn't.

when you woke up, you found out toji's head between your legs as he licked you. you didn't try to push him away, you just spread your legs wide.

'you're awake now, baby.'

he kissed your inner thigh, wrapping his teeth around your clit, not biting it, just feeling how tender it is.

'toji, where's megumi?'

you literally jumped out of bed if it wasn't for his hand on your knee. he kisses your hole, clearly hearing you purr.

'baby, he's playing in the garden. focus on the euphoric feeling.'

regardless of still being tired from the spicy hours, you gave yourself to his tongue, allowing him to bring you one more orgasm before you will walk to the megumi to say good morning.

the only thing better than toji's tongue - his thick cock.

you had enough for a few minutes, lavishing his mouth with liquid. he chuckled, licking up all the drops, moving closer to your face to give you a morning kiss.

'good morning, little one.'

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i'm sorry again for the mistakes and the long oneshot, maybe, you don't like big ones and i should make drabbles? it must a drabble, tho. okay, 0.3 notes [because i know it's huge, and you love drabble rather than os] and i'll write abt dilf satoru gojo?

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Could I request a male werewolf!reader with Jayce? Where the reader finds out Jayce has been using a dildo with a knot because he was too shy to ask the reader to knot him in werewolf form. (Kinks: knotting obviously, size diff bc werewolves are fucking huge, and uh cum inflation)

I see you. I respect you. I love you and I shake your hand.

also yes, the title is a pun. This is my life now

Knot sneaky

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: jayce X werewolf! Male! Reader

Warning: mutual masturbation, size kink, knotting, cum inflation, dildo, monster fucking, scent kink, slight breeding kink, Sub! Jayce

If you like werewolf content with arcane guys I reccomend my werewolf vander fic and if you wanna check out any other monster fics here's the link to my master list: Arcades masterlist

You could smell it in the air. Thick with desire as it suffocated your senses. You stalked through your apartment; avoiding every creaky step and floorboard. Finally, you reached your bedroom where you could hear the faint sounds of something smacking. All too familiar moans soft and muffled.

For a moment you paused. You could only smell Jayce in there and he could have his private time like anyone. You didn't want to interrupt, after all you didn't want to be one of those boyfriends that felt like they could just waltz right in on their partner. You were respectful-

"(Y-Y/N)~! So thick..."

You slammed open the door with a growl.

Jayce jumped at your sudden appearance. His face was completely red, clenching around the dildo currently stuffing him. From this angle you could see it - he base having a knot shape.

"hey baby." You started softly. Slowly walking over to him as you could feel yourself lose restraint.

"Im- please..." He lowered, grinding into it as he came to a slow halt.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"a few weeks...."

He looked away, his face was on fire. He scratched the back of his hand. Barely able to keep himself steady.

"Because? You can always ask me about this."

"i-- I just felt too nervous."

"not nervous enough to buy a massive dildo." You raised a brow, a mocking smile on your face as you tilted your body. Getting a better look at it.

"it's different-!"

You decided to stop tormenting him. Grabbing his face by his chin, your eyes soften as you notice the slight shininess to his eyes.

"Do you want me to take you like that? Or do you want to be left alone? I know I was Teasing but if this is just a you time - I'll leave."

Jayce thought for a few moments. Somtimes how gentle you could be surprised him. You definitely weren't horrible or rude to him but you tended to have a little edge. You weren't one to always keep your heart on your sleeve. Unlike him, he couldn't help it.

"Please, I want you." He grasped your wrist. Looking up at you with his big puppy eyes.

You immediately swooned. Kissing his nose before stepping back. You didn't even realize your tail grew out until it smacked the wall.

"Alright, big guy, how about you keep bouncing like that for me."

He nodded. Planting his hands back down on the bed, adjusting the dildo and bounced. Getting back into the rhythm he had. You smirked as you pulled down your pants, kicking them off to the side. Your boxers being thrown off aswell.

His eyes were stuck on your dick. Watching the way your hand grasped it, twisting right at the base and began to jerk. Jayces dick twitched as he gasped, back Arching the dildo hit his prostate. You tried to keep up with his bouncing but he was far too energetic. But it only turned you on more.

He was always so eager and desperate. Complete putty in your hands.

"You want my cum, baby?"

"yes-! Please...(Y/N)..." he whined.

Your moans drowned out the sound of wet skin. Just watching each other come undone.

"Want to get a taste before i fill you up?"

Jayce nodded. You grabbed the back of his head, tugging him by the hair closer to you.

"open." He did exactly that, keeping his mouth open as he looked up at you.

You hand tightened around your shaft as you practically thrusted into it. Cumming all over your boyfriend's pretty face. It went on his eyelashes, cheek and nose but what your main focus on was it getting on his mouth. His tongue rolled up to make sure he got it, drooling as he stared up at you. Waiting for your next command.

"swallow, baby."

He did. Greedily swallowing every last bit, showing you his tongue once he was done. You smiled, patting his clean cheek.

"let's clean you up abit." You took off your shirt, using it as a rag to wipe off your cum.

The moon's light poured into the room. Revealing the full moon beneath the misty clouds. Due to the moon always being out even if unsee Werewolves had the ability to half turn but it was only when the full moon was out that you could go the whole way.

You stepped away from your boyfriend, giving him a kiss before going the furthest side of the room. You didn't like seeing people you turn but when your wild eyes landed back on jayce. He was liking it more than he would ever admit.

You let out a growl as you stretched out your limbs. Stalking towards your boyfriend with your teeth bared. Even as a human you were tall but jayce giant. You weren't that much shorter than him but in this form? You could hold him with one hand. He just about reached your chest.

He loved it. He's use to towering over everyone and being mindful of his strength. With you he could be fragile and small - worth cradling gently as if he could break.

Just the scent of him was driving you mad. He always smelt like rich spices and hot metal. You were sure to anyone else this wouldn't be desirable but to your nose. It was sensational.

It was HIS smell. Jayces smell. Your beautiful boyfriend. You're sweet mate.

Jayce yelped as his ankles were yanked into the air, the dildo slipping out before you threw it far from his reach. He flushed, recognizing that hungry gaze. You moved his legs over your shoulder and lined yourself up . Your cock was already self lubricating and he was lubed up and prepped. You were free to let yourself fuck him like a wild animal.

You slammed into him, your knot just stopping at the the entrance. That's how it usually went; you always worried it would be too much. But after seeing how needy he was to be filled up by it; how could you refuse?

Your pace was brutal. Quick, sloppy and hard. Thrusting deep inside each time. Using him like a doll as he laid there. Whimpering and twitching as he looked at you through wet eyelashes. Tears staining his cheeks as it was all too much. Yet not enough.

The toy was big but you were bigger. He's taken you many times so he was use to the stretch but that didn't stop it from leaving his head loopy. He could hardly move. Let choking on his own moans as he let you pound into him.

He moaned as his hand pressed on his stomach. Feeling the head of your cock against his palm. Completely ruining his insides.

You had one goal. To fill him up completely. You knew realistically you could not breed him even if all your instincts told you to. His scent grew thicker in the air, mixing with the smell of his arousal. It was maddening. You hunched over his body, your muzzle nudged against his throat as you continued your pace.

Growling and grunting in his ear. He gripped onto your furry shoulders. Eyes rolling back with his lips parted. Stuck letting out breathes and noises of pleasure that came out as whimpers.

You could feel yourself getting close but you weren't fully inside yet. You needed to be inside him. He had to take everything.

You leaned back, spreading his ass as much as you could. Your claws slightly digging into the plump flesh. You pulled yourself back much to both of your dismay as only the Tip remained before you slammed back in.

It took a few tries. Each time you were getting closer. He could take you. He was your good boy. Your sweet mate. Your favourite hole to fuck.

Look at him! He had those pleading eyes as he begged you to knot inside him.

"Please- (Y/N)- it can fit - please I need you-"

With one last thrust you were fully inside. You shivered as you could feel him clench around you completely. This time you focused on going hard and deep. Clenching your sharp teeth as he came. His cum getting all over his stomach and chest. He clenched and sucked you in further oh so deliciously.

Him needing you as much as you need him.

You let out a roar as you thrusted in. Cumming deep inside. Your knot spilling into him. You couldn't help but be in awe. Seeing the bulge of your cock get evened out. His stomach bloating from how much you came inside him.

You slumped over him. You didn't pull out, rolling him over so you were both cuddling close. Letting out an approving noise as your hand rubbed on his bloated stomach.

Your perfect mate.

Jayce was shaking. Panting as he curled into your warm body.

"That was- amazing." He grinned.

Your tail wagged as you nuzzled against his head. Wishing your vocal cords weren't strained in this form. Wanting to smother him in praise. He did amazing for you. He always does.

"Thank you."

Was the last thing he said before he fell asleep.

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jenomark · 2 years

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Hello, Could I request a oneshot smut, angst and fluff with Jaehyun x freader. Its like they are so close bcs the are bff and they are on college so, accidentally something happened between them, but no one wants to talk about it because it might ruin their friendship and then insert the angst and fluff thank u <3

You walked into class and saw him sitting in his usual seat. He was spacing out, his eyes slowly blinking away any and every thought. You considered walking back out of the room, but then he looked up and saw you. He sat up straighter and tried to smile. You knew there was no backing out of it now. You found your seat next to him and let the silence follow you, clinging to you like a film that would eventually suffocate you.

That's how it was like. For two weeks. You ran into Jaehyun on campus, always noticing him first before he noticed you. He looked a little lost, a little lonely. Every time you saw him, your heart dipped lower in your chest, swooping back up whenever he processed your existence into his, which wasn't often.

You tried to remember how life had gotten like this, tried to think back on what you could have done differently. Would you still have denied the kiss, knowing that you could lose your greatest friend?It was useless thinking thoughts like that. You can't go back. And to make matters worse, you wanted to find yourself back to that place more than anything, back to when Jaehyun was right in front of you, his thick eyelashes down, his eyes on the hand that held his. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, how soft and inviting they felt before you panicked and pulled away.

"Here." Jaehyun said, passing you a phone charger from his bag. "You left this with me."

You grabbed the cord and pulled it to you, your fingers grazing against his. You stuffed the charger into your bag, pushing it down, along with all of the feelings you were ignoring. For the whole class, you tried to pay attention to your professor, but the computer screen was hurting your eyes, and the boy next to you was hurting your heart. You let the rest of class end before you could bring up the courage to thank him for returning your charger, to thank him for not completely erasing your existence from his life.

Jaehyun smiled briefly, packed his things up in the uncomfortable silence and started walking away. It was clear there was nothing to say to you. Your fingers reached out but you barely touched his shirt. You pulled your hand back beside you as he turned around, the whoosh of air making him suspicious of you.

"Can we talk?" you asked. "I promise it won't take more than ten minutes of your time."

Jaehyun shrugged. To him, there wasn't much to talk about. He didn't know what to think, or how to act around you. He didn't know what was left to say, what could be done. He was hardly thinking at all, hardly listening, and hardly living.

"Please." you said. "I don't want know what we're doing. I don't think I can keep living like this, Jae."

He wanted to say that it wasn't his problem, but that would mean that it had become his problem in every way. And that was true. Somehow you had went from friends to something confusing overnight and Jaehyun had woke up hurt, not really sure why it bothered him so much that you pulled away from the kiss.

"Okay." he said. "Fine. Ten minutes."

You brought him back to your dorm room. You didn't think you could go into his room again, back into the memory of when he kissed you. The smell of his room still lingered around your nostrils, anyway. It was like you never left.

"I want to start off by apologizing." you said. "If I hurt you, I'm sorry."

"Is that it?"

"What? What do you mean?" you asked, startled by his brusqueness.

"That's why you wanted me in here? To apologize to me? You couldn't have done it over a text? Or while we sat together in class for a whole hour?" he said.

"No..I-" you said.

"-Don't do that. Don't pity me." Jaehyun said. "Look, it's fine if you don't feel the same way I feel about you. I should never have kissed you without asking first. But you can't expect me to go back to the way things were because of an apology. In every reality, I want to be your best friend, but I need a little time. Do you understand?"

"I do understand, but I-"

"- I don't think you do." he said, turning to leave.

"I was scared!" you yelled.

Jaehyun stopped, his hand on the doorknob. His back was tense, his body so still you couldn't tell if he was still breathing. You didn't know how things had gotten so out of hand so fast.

"I am scared. " you said.

"Of what?" he asked, still not turning around. "Of me?"

"Of us," you said, trying not to cry. "You're my best friend. I've known you since middle school. I know the statistics of relationships lasting after college, and I'm terrified of losing you. Are you the one who really understands, Jaehyun? If I lose you, I lose everything."

Jaehyun slowly turned around. You stepped closer to him, looking into his face for a sign of understanding. He just looked sad, like talking about it was the most difficult part.

You continued. "So, yeah, I pulled away from the kiss. I called it a mistake. I did that, but I did it because I'm so fucking scared of doing what you've done. I'm a coward. I'm not like you."

"So be like me." Jaehyun said. His hands found yours, just like they had before. With his other hand, he touched your cheek. "I don't want to be without you, but I know that if I never made that move, I wouldn't forgive myself I-"

You kissed Jaehyun, throwing your arms around his neck. His arms snaked around your back, pulling you closer. You let him lift you off the ground, your body swaying gently. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You felt like you wanted to cry. You didn't know how else to feel. You stayed like that for awhile, holding and kissing him, feeling his heart beating equally as hard. When you stopped kissing, Jaehyun smiled.

"Are you still scared?" he asked.

You nodded, kissing him again and allowing yourself to smile. "I am fucking terrified, but I am yours."

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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can you please do headcanons for young sirius black x reader fic where reader has really bad anixety attacks where sometimes she feels nauseous

breathe with me

sirius black x gender neutral!reader

summary: sirius helps you through an anxiety attack.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: MENTIONS OF VOMITING!!, mentions of gagging, anxiety/anxiety attack, over stress, mentions of digging nails into your palms (borderline indications), mentions of failing school/exams, migraines, mentions of pain killers, mentions of feeling gross, possible insecurity, sirius comforting reader

a/n: so i turned this into a fic rather than hc’s because i felt like i could portray it better through a fic. also dedicated to isa ( @acosmis-t ) my love bc i cant write so thank u baby for helping me !

“Argh.” You piercingly groaned with a hand lowered to your febrile forehead, a feverish burn arising to the skin. The day had steadily been cut close to the final bell. Your Transfiguration exam had finally been completed and not without weary, of course. The prior nights you had been found asleep with drool pooling down your tear-tainted cheek and your talons promptly sunken into your palms as a desperate endeavour to relieve your stress. (Although it had not been the best choice, and at some points rather painful)

The piling books glared fiercely at you in the library till Madam Pince undoubtedly had to beckon you away, so you could sufficiently rest. Indeed then, your unconscious mind was piled in dreadful dreams (More-so nightmares) regarding critical failure and your pleaded requests to Mcgonagall, so you could re-attempt your failed exams.

Your polished nails had been essentially glued to your pearly teeth, chomping at the rarebit till there was nothing left to bite. The strums of your heart steadily increased as the last final students had cautiously worked on their assessments. You had patiently waited, subtly noticing your brawny throat becoming excessively dry as well as well as your diaphragm contracting by the minor second, an indistinguishable bile substance threatening to overtake the taste buds on your parched tongue.

A small, minuscule tap in the nape of your skull had increased to small needles swimming around your brain while the time ticked.

Sirius had been sitting in Charms flipping away at ‘Quidditch Through the Ages’ anxiously as he had to withhold himself from darting nervously out of his class and inquire how you were feeling with a knowing sense of how the rest of the day would take place. He had been made quite aware of your particular issue in the Third Year when you had disgorged your lunch, Shepherd's Pie that you had previously eaten had been hurled onto his Oxford’s his noble family spent a pretty penny to purchase.

At McGonagall's constructive dismissal, you had collected your materials and begun to walk cautiously through the corridors with your books clutched eagerly to your chest.

A slight increase in your breaths began to inflate your lungs and the steadily increasing heart strums became an overwhelming palpitation deafening your ears. Your heart had battered in your chest; nearing closer, and closer to your dormitory. Your hands had begun to develop a slight tremor at the anxious vibrations poisoning your blood, whilst your vision began to mildly obscure. You needed a moment to recollect yourself, a minute to breathe.

You had murmured a small, ‘Fairy Lights’ to the portrait before trudging up the stairs and colliding into the dormitory. The hinges had creaked whilst you abruptly had shut the door, luckily nobody was present to allegedly witness your exertion. Your bedroom had frequently remained tidy, a typical symptom of your anxiety that had obsessively pursued you to attempt your very hardest, even better than your very hardest, at everything and anything.

You had stood center in your room venturing for the hostile seizing in your bones to cease for at least a moment. Your chest had felt tight, like a tensed muscle that had been pulled after an unusually hard sport.

You had walked toward your window and back Window, and back. Window, and back. Again, Again and Again.

Your nails are placed between the mild edges of your teeth. The cavern of your mouth almost feeling obstructed by the bile mingling around with your parched throat. At the incessant pacing of your feet, there had been a remaining thud in your thick skull adding to your misery.

The small gust of wind was the singular audible sound in the dormitory as one of your dorm mates had abandoned it open. Your brain had felt like it swelled beyond generating capacity now your mild dehydration was too obvious to ignore like you had planned to do. You had deliberated with your eyes closed and your face contorted into a frown, you would’ve had to trudge to the kitchens for a possible amount of comfort in your state. You had groaned again, your hand promptly placed over your face, as you traipsed across the room, attempting to comfort yourself, in a sense.

Perhaps some painkillers spewed on the bathroom counter that you had previously taken before your exam could help you. Your neck had begun to sear in heat the hair that was almost clung to your nape, you raised your heavy eyelids halfway only for them to fall shut a twinging pain beginning to naturally arise behind your optics. You huffed with a minuscule gag, too much effort it would take to stroll around the school in the huffing state you were currently in, a migraine still revelling in your mind. Maybe later, you thought with a creased brow. You had heard the hinges creak again, incorrectly assuming one of your dorm mates had been back. Except your dorm mates didn’t possess the baritone of a burly male.

“Y/n” He whispered tenderly, attempting not to disturb your pacing.

“Not now.”

He had partaken notice to your mindful scratches against your neck, continuously pulling up the hair only for it to fall once more. You had paused for a moment with a tremor in your finger that was trapped between your teeth. A familiar distortion of torture wrapping around your throat like a snake that was threatening to suffocate you; your respires heavier and more frequent. He had begun speaking, a blubber of words escaping his trachea. Yet, all jumbled like alphabet soup in your brain between his dismembered sentences.

You suspired heavily in frustration, “Just— Shut up! Please.” You begged in exasperation. Still prying your hair from your neck, you stood frozen, discontentment building in your system.

He had noticed the black hair tie absentmindedly clung to his wrist whenever you had asked for one. Steadily walking towards your paused figure he had gathered your hair in the tie, your neck feeling the refreshing air against it; a slight relief applied against your skin. You promptly initiated to remove your robe, there was a warm discerning grip on your body overheating your arms as well as your midriff due to the uniform.

With a violent tremor in your fingers, you started grasping at the buttons, a mild frustration initiating at the fact you couldn’t pop them open due to the recurrent quiver in your digits. Sirius had removed your hands from your robe, hastily unbuttoning it before you hurled it aside.

“How 'bout we go to the bathroom, Hmm?” He cooed while beckoning you into the bathroom, noticing the tremor in your body as well as your fidgeting fingers that were twiddling between each other. He had turned the sink on, switching the handle left where a blue spot differentiated the colours. Delicately, he grasped your trembling wrists and ran them beneath the cooling water. “Just… Feel gross.”You murmured to yourself as he ran a few fingers under the downpour, placing his frigid fingers behind your neck.

Your shoulders faintly shrugged at the sensation while he turned off the water and let your hands air dry, helping you not feel solidified by anything. During his movement, you had grasped onto his fingers where a few heirloom rings had fit snugly on his fingers, “Tell me about them.” This was a technique he had created in an effort of distraction at the uprising feelings of disgust for yourself bound to erupt at any moment.

“There’s a B, I guess. Erm, engraving, swirls and stuff…” You trailed off while attempting to decipher the designs in the ring that was on his forefinger.“S’too much! Just wanna— Dunno, not feel like this anymore!”

He had partaken scrutiny to your physical tics as well as your body language, with a faint clutch on two of your fingers he had hauled you to the very center of your dormitory. Within a few inches of each other, he had mauled your hand over his sternum. You felt the heavy respires in his chest as well as the vibrations melding with your palm as he spoke, “Breathe with me.”

You had stood there, minutes, maybe almost an hour, time was now pushed to the very nooks and crannies of your mind. The surges of perturbation still prominently surging through your veins to the density of your bones, the recurrent tremble still foremost notable but the buckling of your knees had calmed down as well as the faint chatter of your teeth. Still copying his sluggish breathing, you looked deep into his pear irises, his optics having a settling effect, a tingling reassurance reflecting in them. In the sunlight state that had remained in your room due to the unclosed curtains, there had been cerulean hues caught in that state.

Sirius’ eyes had been crafted like delicate feathers that were used for quills, not the albino kind of dove feathers, but the ones with a hue so softly grey that they could have been pencil-drawn rather than used by a quill with smeared stygian ink. They had that look of birds flying on sunlit days, the shine and quick movement, yet relaxed, purposeful, at ease.

“Can we sit?” You questioned quietly after removing your hand from his chest, hesitantly grabbing onto two of his fingers as he had previously done with you. “Anything you want.” He replied in a murmur, craning his head left, then right, trying to figure out where to beckon you into a seated position.

You had sat upon the wooden floor. The flooring designs similar to a chorus of browns; they sang together, an acapella of baritone hues that rose into vibrant soprano notes. It was a fitting place for a dormitory where laughter could normally be discerned, a place for those new sounds to soak right in and join the spirit that was already there when you had first entered the dormitory your first year.

“Here?”

“Mhm.” You nodded your head scarcely as he sat next to you. You sighed for a moment, placing a minimal amount of your temple against his shoulder, feeling the similar respires soothe you. “Here.”

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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Sooo... how about that reveal that c!Sam wasn’t feeding c!Dream? I mean, we all knew it was coming, but still. The auto food dispenser probably broke or smtg bc when c!Sam came down, c!Dream asked if he was there to give them potatoes. (Also with him being shaken up by learning c!Tommy is alive, c!Sam might not remember or care to feed c!Dream, who has none of his stores of potatoes left.) So, assuming the dispenser is broken and he doesn’t know, why would he come down in the first place? 🟩⛏?

hello anon !! yeah that reveal ,, dang, we already knew that c!sam had presumably been starving c!dream, but to see not only c!dream but c!sam confirm it as well as it having lasted AT LEAST a week ,, d a n g . they are Not pulling any punches in this arc (which, i mean, judging on the q stream, isnt exactly surprising anymore,, but still)

in the prison guard stream, we see how the dispenser works - it’s not automatic as much as it’s remote, as c!sam or the prison guards still need to press a button in order to dispense food. he also says “i havent even been around to feed the prisoner” or something along those lines in tommy’s stream, so we can conclude that the decision to deprive c!dream of food after c!tommy’s death is INTENTIONAL,, which i mean. again. yikes.

anyway, here’s a snippet of c!dream finding out that the “automatic” feeder isnt as automatic as he might’ve thought - here, the dispenser + crying obsidian are installed at around the same time, so it’s between bad and sapnap’s visit

tw: starvation, disordered eating, abuse, mental illness, self-hatred, toxic relationship, gaslighting, disturbing imagery, dark content, c!sam/warden!sam critical (again, be careful with the content warnings)

Dream stares up at the hole in the obsidian, barely able to make out a glint of metal in the dark chute. The dispenser, just as expected, doesn’t respond to his glare, refuses to whir and click in the way that indicates food, and Dream bites his tongue, mumbles curses under his breath.

“Prick,” he blows a breath through his gritted teeth, only more irrationally angry when the dispenser, as expected, ignores him. “Some automatic dispenser, Warden.”

The walls don’t respond. Nothing responds, here, besides the dark dark thoughts swirling in his brain, and he thinks he’d prefer it if those didn’t - or maybe he doesn’t, because company is company, even if said company is the same litany of blood anger revenge pain you deserve this you deserve all of this you have destroyed the world now lie in the bed you have made pounding at the base of his skull. He drags his hand down his face; every minute is an hour, and every hour is a minute. Time has no meaning when your only frame of reference is eternity.

Even so, even he can tell that it’s been a long time since he’s had food, even by his usual standards - several days, at least, because the ever-present ache of hunger in his gut had swelled into something angrier, demanding, no longer as easy to ignore. Another stabbing round of pain nearly sends him to his knees, and just as he always he does, he clings to the feeling, gathers it into his hands, grabs it by the edges and directs the sharp edges into the words he spits at the indifferent walls. Let the Warden hear him - what can he possibly do?

Just as it always does, the fury in him peters out, drains, leaves him alone in the middle of his cell. He sinks the ground, arms wrapped around his stomach; a part of him wants to laugh at the irony. Some people think of silence as emptiness, void; he knows now that it’s anything but. Silence is suffocating, thick, so present that anything he says seems to get lost within it seconds after leaving his mouth. It grows and pushes into his limbs, becomes a weight tied around his throat, expands into the air in his lungs like a slowly inflating balloon until it’s pressed into every corner and space of the cell, every corner and space of him, taking up so much room that he can hardly breathe around it.

The hunger hollows him out, and the silence fills the space that’s left; Dream wonders how much more there is for him to lose before he’s completely empty, just a husk filled with the same liquid misery that drips down the walls. He wonders if anyone would care- laughs. As if.

“Dream.” The intercom crackles; Dream perks up at the voice, spine straightening against his will, and his hands tighten into fists as he realizes - prime, how pathetic is he, now? The voice deepens, becomes more insistent. “Prisoner.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Or maybe I’m not; you better come and check, yeah?” A humorless smile tugs at his lips, and a static-filled sigh comes through the speaker.

“This isn’t the time for games, Dream.”

Dream rolls his eyes. It’s not exactly the time to be a dick, either, but you don’t see me complaining. A flutter of something warm, joyful, rises in his chest at the sound of something- someone, other than his own voice, and he strangles it with a hand wrapped around his own throat - he won’t let them break him, won’t let himself become desperate enough to crave the attention of a man that hates him - he won’t- he can’t-

“Do you need something? Or were you yelling at the wall for no reason again?” Sam’s voice is steely, indifferent, on a knife’s edge between apathy and anger. “Don’t waste my time, prisoner.”

Dream bites down the snarky reply sitting on his tongue, breathes in, out through his nose until the fury is no longer blinding.

“Your fancy automatic jig is broken. The potato one. It’s not- working.” The hunger fogs his mind, makes it hard to think. He feels caged and weak and pathetic and he hates it.

“That’s because it’s not automatic.” Footsteps echo on the speakers, Dream tapping along to the rhythm before he realizes and stops himself, and a moment later the familiar whirring and clicking of the metal box comes from behind him and a small pile of potatoes fall down and splash into the water. “There. Is that all?”

Dream feels the fury rise, again, but doesn’t quite to keep the words back, this time.

“So what was the point of the whole automatic feeder, asshole? You’ve changed nothing! What’s the difference between that thing and you coming over to my cell besides that you’ve wasted a couple stacks of redstone? Congratu-fucking-lations, you’re a goddamn genius-”

“It’s remote now, so I don’t have to come into your cell.”

“Oh, so it’s just the good ol’ Warden looking for more ways to make the prisoner suffer, huh? Should’ve figured, you fucking self-righteous prick-”

“Dream.”

His mouth shuts with a click, a flash of fear searing through his muscles, white-hot, and by the time he’s blinked back the ringing in his ears the silence has stolen all the words from him, once again. Pathetic, he screams in his head, but his jaw remains firmly locked in place - the Warden’s won, per usual, and they both know it.

“Is that all?” He sounds impatient. Part of Dream wants nothing more than to never hear his voice again, and the other half of him rails at the idea of being alone with his thoughts once more. All of him hates himself, and all of him hates the silence; they’re the only two constants in this place. “You’ll have to speak up if you want anything.”

“How- long was it, since you last gave food?”

Static for a moment, then another. “It’s only been about a day.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’d know if you took care of your clock instead of destroying it, prisoner.”

“I’d know if you were less of a fucking prick.”

“Behave, and you might get it replaced.” The Warden’s breathing is harsh, almost labored - he must be angrier than Dream thought, then. “Speaking of which, you won’t be getting any for a day after this stunt.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared. It’s not like you don’t do this - what, every other day?”

“Do you want food or not?”

Dream’s teeth grind against each other; he breathes in, out. He hates this, hates the potatoes, hates the Warden, hates himself. Hates the way that a part of him recoils at the thought of making the Warden angry at him, reaches desperately for a chance to earn his clock- his approval. Attachments are weakness, he tells his traitorous heart, knowing that it, as always, will fail to stay away.

“Yes. Thank you.” The pleasantry burns on his tongue, tastes worse than the bitterness of raw potatoes that seems to be the only thing it knows, anymore.

“Good-bye, prisoner. Don’t make me come into the cell.”

The intercom cuts off with a click, the space that the static made immediately filled by silence. Dream watches it blankly, jaw sore from how tight it had been clenched, and begins to work his way through the first potato, nibbling at the pale flesh just enough to tide over the worst of the pain.

This is fine, he tells himself, and the walls stare at him impassively. He’s not sure they believe him.

He’s not sure how much longer he can believe himself.

#tw starvation #tw disordered eating #tw abuse #tw mental illness #tw self-hate #tw toxic relationship #tw gaslighting #tw disturbing imagery #tw dark content #c!sam critical #warden!sam critical #sorry sam #but starving people is still very not pogchamp #queue <3 #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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vanderlindemorgans · 3 years

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Mr. Perfectly Fine

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: Two weeks after breaking up with you, you're picking up the pieces of your heart that had been broken by your now ex-boyfriend Javier Peña. You want answers, a clear reason as to why things fell apart. The only problem is that Javier refuses to even acknowledge your existence

Warnings: A little bit of period-typical sexism, but not much, Javier being an asshole, mentions of prostitution, some low level typical Narcos themes

Authors Note: So this idea has been swimming around in my head ever since the song was released last week. I already had a Bad Breakup fic for Javi planned but I’ve decided to extend it into three parts! Also reader speaks in English bc I do not understand a word of Spanish other than that one line in Ultraviolence. None of this is beta read, so there’s bound to be a few mistakes - if I get anything really wrong then let me know.

Part 2 | MASTERLIST

The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. From the moment someone walked in they could feel it, the stifling air of awkwardness surrounding every single person in the room as they pretended to carry on with their work, averting their eyes to the spectacle presented in front of them, a war of agitation rife between two agents sitting across the room from each other as well as the unfortunate Steve Murphy who just happened to sit between you two. From your end it was simple silent fury, directed right across the room to where your partner, or rather, ex-partner, Javier Peña was seated at his own desk, casually leafing through mountains of paperwork and suspect photos as if you weren’t practically shooting daggers at him from across the way.

He wasn’t doing anything, and that was exactly the problem - you wanted him to do something, say something, anything, if only it would show that he even gave a damn about the situation at all. But he never did. Every morning when he walked into work carrying a black coffee in his hands, his top shirt buttons hanging loose as they always seemed to be and his hair mustled as if he hadn’t been sleeping properly, he said nothing. He walked past you as if you weren’t even there, ignoring your stares and crashing down at his desk, ready to continue the endless chase for Pablo Escobar. And it infuriated you. Oh lord, how it made you burn. With every refusal of acknowledgement he gave, you became even more tempted to march right over to him and strike him across his stupid handsome face. You never did, of course, and you never would. Physical confrontation just wasn’t your style. Nevertheless, the mere thought of such did bring you a small bit of joy to your broken little soul.

Things had been going like this for two weeks now. You hadn’t expected much on the first morning back in the office after what had happened between you. A part of you wanted him to come grovelling to you, insisting that he’d made a mistake and begging for you to take him back. That in itself was nothing more than a fantasy: Javier Peña was too proud to grovel. If anything, his behaviour shouldn’t have surprised you in the slightest. He was the one who broke up with you over a 27 second phone call, after all.

Despite taking that into consideration, you thought by now you would have heard something from him. He’d have to talk to you eventually since you two were working the same case. Apparently no, because it appeared that he went out of his way to deliver every piece of correspondence meant for you through to Murphy, letting him act as a sort of unwilling middle man between the two of you. You knew that Steve already felt awkward enough having to be in the same room with the two of you whilst this was all going on, so your sympathy for him deepened when he was thrust into the even more awkward position of messenger. Sometimes you swore he made up fake meetings with Messina to attend to or new leads to investigate just so he could get away from the suffocating air of hate around you and Javi. And really, who could blame him?

You felt your nose twitch in annoyance as you trained your eyes forward to him, periodically looking down at various files of intel to keep up the facade that you were indeed working, though you eyes were across the room for most of the time, searching for any sign of emotion on his face. Nothing, zilch, not a single trace, his expression only showcasing general indifference, as if nothing were wrong at all. You gripped your hand tightly around the edge of your pen, thinking of everything you wished you could say to him. How’s your heart after breaking mine, Javi? For your information, ever since you pulled that bullshit on the phone, I’ve been miserable as all fucking hell. Before all that happened, I wanted to try. I was even ready to try to forgive you after that stupid fight, but you just had to make that call. You know what? I’d actually hate you less if you just acted like you cared a little that we broke up. But noooo, you’re just Mr. Perfectly Fine, what with your ignoring me and your casual cruelty, your always showing up at just the right time, and your insincerity, and the way you think everything fucking revolves around you. Well, I’ll tell you something Javi - I’m done! Absolutely done with you and your shit. Jump off a cliff for all I care!

“I’ll be back later on, gonna go follow up on a few leads” your thoughts were cut off by Javier’s abrupt announcement, your eyes gracing themselves upwards to watch him hastily scoop his jacket off the back of his chair and skulk his way out of the office. Every bitter word you wanted to say to him burned on your tongue, though you only managed to settle on a simple yet seething glare while his eyes glazed over you, rushing himself out of the room as quickly as humanly possible. You noticed Murphy look over his shoulder like he was about to say something but it was too late - Javi was already long gone.

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Letting out a low groan of frustration, you slammed the door to your car shut and threw your head back against the seats headrest, the stress of the job and the emotional weight of the day combining to make you even more tired than you would usually be at the end of a long day. Javier hadn’t been back to the office since he left, leaving both you and Murphy to pick up all the work he’d left in his absence. If that wasn’t infuriating enough, the thought of him running around all of Bogotá just to avoid seeing you brought your anger to new unreachable heights. It was annoying - him not being around should have left your mind to be free to do some actual goddamn work but instead, just as before, every single moment he occupied your mind, living there permanently as if it were his right. How much more infuriating could that man get?

Thankfully, the drive home wasn’t any more of a nuisance than usual, since the apartment complex you shared with the others wasn’t that far from the embassy, so that was a small positive at the very least. Once you’d pulled up to the lot you were feeling a lot more level-headed than you did before, and were mainly looking forward to kicking back in pajamas and watching whatever was on TV with the leftover pizza from the night before. It wouldn’t do much to take your mind off everything with Javi, though, you knew that much. Still, a small bit of bliss was still bliss.

Your apartment was down the hall from Javier’s, which had made it easier for you two when you were together but now felt like another sore reminder of what had been. Sighing heavily to yourself, you kicked the door to your car shut and stuffed the keys into the pocket of your jeans. A minor annoyance, sure, nothing you couldn’t handle though. You wondered if he would even be back right now. He had to be, right? An idea started to creep into your head at that thought, taking root and festering until you had practically talked yourself into doing it already, descending up the stairs with a sense of purpose behind you. Maybe if you showed up on his doorstep you could force him to confront you, make him look you in the eye. Any sort of acknowledgement to what you two had would be nice at this point, and if you had to take action yourself to get him to do it, then so be it.

The closer you got to his door the more you felt you should turn back, a feeling of uneasiness beginning to form somewhere deep in your chest. This might be a bad idea. What if you two got into a fight again? As much as you wanted nothing more than to hurl some carefully crafted insults at Javi and his stupid gorgeous face, you weren’t exactly up for a full on battle that could result from it. Would it be better to simply go home and ignore your problems a little more?

Once you were only inches from the door was when you started to hear it. At first it sounded muffled, on account of the fact that there was a physical barrier between you and them, and you weren’t quite sure exactly what you heard at first but when you pressed yourself closer to the door you could hear it all clear as day - a woman moaning loudly on the other side, whimpering out Javi’s name and betraying exactly what was going on within the walls of the apartment. You felt your breath hitch in your chest, the world feeling like it was collapsing around you from the very second you realised why he had left early for the day. Unable to stop yourself, you tore yourself away from the apartment door and ran down the hall to your own place, tears falling at a rapid pace that refused to stop. You didn’t know if the woman in there was an informant, or a prostitute, or some random chick he’d picked up in a bar after ditching work for the day. In the end none of it mattered though. All that mattered is that it wasn’t you in there with him, like it used to be, like it should be, and that fact made you hurt all the more fiercely.

Fumbling with the keys to your apartment, you choked on a low sob working your way through the waterfall of tears in your eyes to try and wrestle the key into the lock. Through your haste, you accidentally let them fall loose from your palms and onto the ground, prompting a loud “fuck!” to ring out from your throat, loud enough for everyone in the neighboring apartments to hear. Not like you really cared about that, to be honest. With your hands shaking, you finally managed to throw the door to your apartment open, slamming it back closed with a thud and leaning back against it with your head in your hands, slowly descending to the ground to finally give in to the wave of sorrow threatening to claim you.

You’d known his reputation before you started seeing each other, that he slept with all his informants and chased every woman who crossed his path in Colombia. Actually, it had made you hesitant to get involved with him in the first place but once you two had bitten the bullet and finally admitted your damn feelings for each other, Javier had ceased with his wild ways, becoming solely dedicated to you and you alone. And sure, you two weren’t together anymore, there wasn’t anything stopping him from being with other women. It felt like a deeper twist of the knife though, what you’d heard from behind that door, and it practically confirmed the sickening feeling that had been building in you since the first day back in the office after your breakup, when Javi refused to even look you in the eye and acted as if you’d vanished off the face of the planet. He doesn’t care about me anymore.

Moving on had been that much easier for him. While it took everything in you to get up each day, he was doing absolutely ok. More than ok, if the sounds coming from his apartment were anything to go by. He was even already settling back into his old reputation. You should’ve known it was too good to be true - the manwhore of the DEA, Javier Peña actually wanting to settle down with one woman, actually caring about a girl beyond what she could be in bed. You remembered the raised eyebrows when you two had first gotten together: for most, it just seemed so out of nowhere. You’d ignored them all, remembering all the times you’d be tangled up with Javi on the couch, his head nestled into your neck while your heart raced a mile a minute, hearing every sweet nothing and praise he’d whisper to you. Stupid girl, you should’ve known.

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After such a huge revelation, you thought things might’ve changed. In what way they would, you didn’t really know. Maybe the change would be sudden, such as you finally working up enough of a resolve to actually go confront Javier on his shit. Or maybe you’d take a leaf out of his book and start trying to seem like nothing was wrong at all, maybe go out on a few dates with some other guys. One of the Search Bloc guys had been eyeing you up every time he came over with Carillo to talk strategy, maybe you could go out with him. Though you knew it wouldn’t help - unlike Javier, who was actually more than happy with where you two had left things, you weren’t, and acting like it was just to throw it in his face wasn’t really going to work if he didn’t care enough to look over at you in the first place. And even then, the idea of falling into bed with some random man that you didn’t care for all that much in the name of moving on didn’t seem right to you.

Nevertheless, you expected some form of change to happen the morning after when you came into work to see Javier sitting at his desk, on the phone to someone you couldn’t care less about. But nope. Nothing had changed. You sat down and stared across the room at him, just like you’d done every day for the past two weeks, and he ignored your stare to continue with writing something down on his notepad, just like usual.

Maybe the change would be gradual, you thought, staring back over at the man in the midst of your ire with one of your coldest glares. And sure enough, around midday Steve had come up to you asking to retrieve something from the evidence room for him. Apparently he needed to look over something but was too busy with his own work to go fetch it - you knew on some level that his excuse was bullshit as it had been a pretty slow day for all of you but sure, whatever, if it got you out of that room and away from Javi for at least a few blissful moments that was fine by you.

Reaching out for the door to the evidence room, you pushed it open and admitted yourself into the crowded space, twisting around to slam the door shut firmly behind you. Before you were rows of shelves containing every bit of evidence the DEA had accumulated against Escobar - there wasn’t as much as there probably should have been due to the fire that had broken out at the Palace of Justice years before yet the amount contained in that small room was still impressive in size. Moving between the shelves, you scanned the rows of boxes looking for the one Steve had asked for in particular, taking your time with it as there was a small sense of serenity to being in that room. For once it felt like you could breathe. You didn’t have to sit at a desk across from your ex, you didn’t have to go home to your apartment that was literally across the hall from his, you could be alone and not feel suffocated by his ever-present shadow over your life. Though, in some way you supposed, your own memories could still prove just as suffocating as Javier’s own godforsaken presence.

As if by thinking of him you’d magically summoned him, the man himself strode through the door to the evidence room, appearing to be in quite a hurry however once he noticed you were there he stopped, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before returning to their usual stoic glare. You could barely contain your own disappointment at his sudden appearance, letting your face twist into a low scowl as you watched him walk down the aisle you were standing in, his eyes dashing from row to row searching for any place to look so they could avoid landing on you. Anger bubbled within you, a thousand different sarcastic or otherwise snarky remarks coming to mind that you could throw out at him, every one of them becoming increasingly more scathing the more you thought about it. Letting out a small sigh, you forced yourself to push all those delightful insults to the back of your mind, not wanting to become caught up in any more personal drama than you had to. Get the box and go. It’s that simple. There doesn’t need to be anymore to this.

A minute later your eyes landed on the fabled box you’d been searching for, shoved into a corner and so out of the way you almost missed it completely. You thought of asking Steve what was in the box that he needed so bad when out of nowhere you heard a familiar voice speak up from behind you.

“Listen, I...about what happened on the phone a few weeks ago-”.

So, it seems Mr. Perfectly Fine has finally decided to break his silence. In an instant you twisted yourself around to face him, quickly taking in his serious expression and stiff stature before your eyes met for the first time in two weeks.“Oh, so you’ve finally decided to speak to me now? That’s a first. I thought you were steadfast gonna ignore me for the rest of my life” you spat, not allowing him any form of politeness or decorum in your reply. Why should you? He’d ignored you for weeks. He deserved this.

You watched as Javier tensed at your words, clearly not expecting the bite back that you had given to him. There was some part of his expression that almost looked sheepish in a way, as if he wasn’t quite sure if he really wanted this conversation to happen at all. “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just-” he started with you rolling your eyes and cutting in almost immediately. “Save it for someone who actually gives a shit. Shouldn’t be hard since you don’t seem to care all too much yourself” you snarled, an action which only made him even more tense.

“I do care, and I kind of always have fucking cared so if you could calm down a little and stop getting yourself worked up we can actually talk about what happened. Can you do that for me at the bare minimum?” he retorted, a harsh edge appearing in his tone that indicated he was already becoming frustrated with your attitude. You knew Javi’s emotions like the back of your hand - he wasn’t a patient man, and he had no time for snark or sarcasm, though only if it was directed at him. When it came to himself, he was more than happy to indulge in a small bit of pettiness. You didn’t much care at that moment though: as far as you were concerned, he lost the right to a civilised discussion when he broke up with you over the phone and then pretended you were invisible for weeks. It’s not like things can get any worse than they are now, right?

“Oh, sure, sure, we can totally talk. How about I start then?” you fired back, every word simmering with venom and dripping raw with sarcastic edge. Crossing your arms, you leaned back against the shelf to take him in, from the creases in his tie to his tired eyes staring straight into you. Wait, tired? You didn’t realise it until then but he had been looking pretty tired lately, almost like he hadn’t been getting enough sleep. Then again, his sleep schedule had never been quite stellar, so that wasn’t totally out of the ordinary. And he was probably up all night with that woman I heard him with, you reminded yourself bitterly. “Look at you, so dignified in your well pressed suit, so smug and self-involved, so far above me in every way, so far above that you won’t even look me in the eye or acknowledge my presence. Tell me, Javier, has it really been that easy to forget about me?” you taunted. “Though I supposed when you’re seducing every whore in Colombia into your bed it would be easy, wouldn’t it?”.

Javier was caught off guard by your remark, not anticipating that you would go so far as to accuse him of returning to his old ways. “First of all, she was an informant, and I had to leave yesterday to go meet up with her. Things ran into overtime and that’s the reason I wasn’t back. I thought you of all people understood that gathering intel is a vital part to the fight against Escobar?” he replied, that last line at the end being delivered with only a little more underlying snip than the rest yet it was more than enough for you to feel around thirty percent more pissed at him.

You scoffed at his lies, your lip curling into a snarl at his attempt at patronising you. “Don’t patronise me. I’m well aware of the ins and outs of this job, in case you’ve forgotten I’ve been working with the DEA for eight years now, which is why I’m calling bullshit on your pathetic excuse for a lie. You do realise we live in the same building right? I know you were doing more than having a friendly discussion with her in there, in fact, I quite literally heard you two through the goddamn walls on my way back home. And before you try to spin some shit about how it was necessary for the case, you and I both know that fucking the informant isn’t a standard part of procedure. You don’t see Murphy bedding any of his sources of intel, do you?”.

“Murphy’s married, princesa” he deadpanned, throwing in that little nickname he had for you that two weeks ago would have made your heart flutter but at this time and in the context he used it only soured your mood further. “That’s besides the point. You’ve been acting like I never even mattered to you at all, and it’s honestly making me wonder if I ever did? Especially since I apparently didn’t deserve the dignity of a proper breakup and got a 27 second phone call instead. Tell me, when did you change your mind? I thought I was supposed to be the one you were waiting for all your life. Guess that was pretty easy to change, wasn’t it?” you snapped.

“Hermosa, can you just fucking listen for one minute?! God, you’re impossible sometimes” Javier shouted, that infamous temper of his rising towards the surface at a rapid rate. It was only a matter of time before he spat something out that he would no doubt regret. In your own haze of anger though, that fact didn’t register with you at all - you only saw red. If you had to scream back at him to finally pull some answers out of the man, then so fucking be it.

“No, how about you listen for once! I know we had that big fight but we could have just talked. The next day when you called me up I was ready to forgive you for being a complete ass. And what did I get instead? ‘I’m sorry, I think we should stop seeing each other’ and a dead dial tone after that. I can tell the only reason you’re apologising today is just so you don’t have to feel like the bad guy in all of this. So what’s the truth? Why were you so ready to throw away a whole relationship over one night of terse words?” you screamed, not caring that you two were at work and anyone could pass by outside and hear you two argue. With the way you both were shouting, you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire building could hear your screaming match with Javier. None of that mattered to you though. The only thing that mattered was the truth.

You weren’t the only one refusing to hold back in any of this: any lingering spark of politeness had vanished in Javi, his eyes turning dark with searing anger you had only seen in him a couple of times before. “You want to know why? You want to fucking know why? It’s because you’re a fucking pain to deal with. You may be a fantastic agent but god you can be so stupid sometimes. You’re too reckless, you throw yourself into danger too willingly with no consideration for anyone else. Did you ever stop to think what would happen to the people who cared about you if you died? Do you even give a shit about the people trying to protect you?” he confessed, fury burning with every word that came out of his mouth, his admittance making you flinch. It was just like he said during your last fight, the one that led to him dumping you in the first place.

Everything he said from that night came rushing back to you, remembering how furious he’d been at you for what had happened during your last raid together. You could see that underneath it all he was concerned for your safety, a gesture that was usually sweet but frustrated you that night as you felt something more akin to a porcelain doll than a capable agent in his eyes. Just because I’m your girlfriend, doesn’t mean you can treat me like I need to be protected. I can handle myself just fine. That was what you’d said to him that night, which should have been the end of it but somehow as the argument went on things got more and more heated that by the time he’d stormed out of your apartment neither of you could remember what had started it all.

What took you by surprise was that apparently he was still stewing about this, for some reason not wanting to believe in your capabilities as an agent and that alone made you more pissed at him. “I don’t need to be protected, Javier. I’m a woman, a DEA agent for crying out loud, not a flower! I’m more than capable of handling myself, I was literally trained for this! Nobody else here seems to have a problem with how I approach things so maybe the issue isn’t my method of attack but the fact that you’re a paranoid asshole?”.

He raised a single eyebrow back at you, looking somewhat skeptical of your claim but more so angry that somehow you two had managed to circle back around to the very thing that had started this whole mess.“Really? Because our last raid you were throwing yourself into the fray as if it were a suicide mission. It was a miracle you only ended up with a minor sprain to the wrist. Those men, the sicario’s, they don’t fucking hold back, one wrong mistake means the difference between life and death” he snapped.“And you know what? After constantly stressing over your safety every minute I was done. If you wanna end up with a bullet between your eyes, be my guest”.

The second those words slipped from his lips, he knew he’d fucked up. As the tears started to form in your eyes you could see him freeze up, his burning temper that had caused him to be so hateful before starting to slowly seep back, replaced with remorse and a hint of panic if you squinted. Although that didn’t matter much right now - his venomous words were rattling around in your brain, acting as a metaphorical hammer that took the final swing towards your damaged heart. Apparently what you heard through the walls the night before hadn’t been enough to break you completely, since there was still enough left of your heart for the rest of it to be shattered by his callous cruelty.

Forcefully swallowing down your cries, you wanted so badly to disappear from the room. You wanted to melt into the floor, to run away and go find one of Escobar’s men and gloat about all you’d done to try to stop him so you could feel the mercy of a fatal gunshot wound to the head. All the pain you had felt previously paled in comparison to the knife that cut you then, the tight feeling of your throat closing with every word you forced out. “So you were lying. You don’t care about me at all. You...you think I’m stupid. And reckless. And...not able to handle being here…”.

“Shit, princesa, that’s not what I meant, I-” Javier started, desperately scrambling to fix the mess he’d caused, however, you weren’t going to let him. He’d made his bed, now he had to lie in it. Any hope he might have had of making things right was now thrown straight out the window. No more chances. Not anymore.

“I think that’s exactly what you meant, Javi. Well, you got your wish I guess. I’ll get out of your life for good” your voice wobbled as you spoke, the next few minutes becoming a blur from when you’d pushed past him and ran out of the evidence room, hearing him call your name behind and not bothering to turn back to face him, running through the halls past different agents and members of the DEA, your hand shielding yourself in a pathetic attempt to save face. Somehow you’d managed to make it out to your car, throwing yourself into the driver's seat and jamming the keys into the ignition, your mind going in a million different directions. Your first thought was to go back home, though you knew that you’d have to hear Javi come back later, probably with yet another woman he picked up. You didn’t exactly have any friends in Colombia - with your line of work there hadn’t been exactly a lot of time to sit around and mingle with people, and truth be told you wanted to avoid people at all costs right then. Without any idea as to where you might be going, or what you were going to do, you pulled your car out of the parking lot and slammed on the gas to get you out of there, the world surrounding you not registering to you anymore and every sound becoming a rush against your ears that you paid no mind to.

One thing was for sure - you weren’t going to give Javier a single drop more of you. Your time, your mind, your energy, your tears, nothing. He’d already proved himself to be a lying sack of shit who didn’t care about you, so as it stood, you wouldn’t care about him either. Like the end of a tragic tale, everything had crashed and burned, and now that you thought about it more, maybe that was how things needed to be.

Goodbye, Mr Perfectly Fine. I’ve been Miss Misery for the last time.

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dylanxmin · 3 years

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covered in you ∣ J.JK

while your boyfriend having a casual play date with his mates, you decided to go horny.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

genre; smut, porn without plot(bc why not)

rating; m

warnings; teasing, slapping(face;), curse words, biting, light dom/sub tones, dom!jk, sub!reader, handjob, oral(m), cum eating, choking(on dick), drooling, sloppy blowjob, face fucking(:), exhibitionism?, and sorry unedited:(,,

word count; 3k+

a/n; well, yeah.. im little bit turned on by jungkook and basically throwing my eagerness on here. i have no idea about games but here 7 pages long filth for you, lol. i need to make a whole masterlist for sudden!jk thirst bc i always end up writing sloppy smut out of nowhere lol. so hope y’all gonna love this, and feedbacks always, always appreciated. love y’all ♡

It was silent, beside the rhythmed ticks of the clock, hanging lightly on the wall. An annoying reminder for you how many minutes had passed alone on the couch, staring at the screen that vibrates low voices, loud as humming, but enough to tingle behind your head. Warm brown couch almost captured your body as you were sitting on the same spot for more than two hours now. Figures of the body almost printed flawlessly on the wide cushion. Finger tapping at your chin simultaneously with every beat of the clock. You sit there, completely still, annoyed, and highly bored. Weather is now gleaming dark, lightened by the skinny street light. It was different from the moment you placed yourself on the couch. With that, a groan left your throat, how much time had passed got your dander up as you eyed the black door. Tongue licking the base of your lip, curling it between your teeth to nib. Soft sigh left your nostrils when you decided to wait no more. Now, it was time to put up a show.

Of course it wasn’t just because you were annoyed, bored or equally got horny out of nowhere. Well, there is always a little chance of it but there is no need to discuss it.

‘‘No, hyung NO!’’ respectfully discombobulated grunt find you when the hand grabbed the knob of the door. Voice flushing a biten smile at your face, grunt continued, equal a wail. ‘‘Not there of course. ‘M at top. Yeah, yeah, c’mere. I’m waitin’ ’’ cute, desperate whines hurries you further to crush the door right away but with a shaky breath, you let the brisk rousing slip away and turn the knob as humanly as you can. Furious tappings, thin sounds rising, mixing with the boy’s grunts as breaking the silence.

You taken aback.

For a full three minutes you stayed still only to watch, observe the familiar movements of the boy, back muscles excrescently visible under the black tee. And yeah, you stared at them in awe. Freakingly heart stopping act of him that he does unintentionally. Though, it did not stop you from having dark, soaked panties. Shaking the head right to the left to gather the senses back nearly helped you as you closed the door. Not forcing yourself to be quiet as under the headphones you knew he won’t hear a thing, still without knowing why, you tiptoed to get him. Biting the beaming smile, you knelt beside his ridiculously priced game chair. Too oblivious to the action going on right beside him, the dark haired boy grunts once again. Adding another drip to your stomach to gather your arousal as he kicked the table lightly, but it was enough for you. Aggressive enough to hitch your breath.

‘‘I swear to-GOD TAEHYUNG STOP TROLLING THE GAME FOR FUCK SAKE!’’

A sharp greed stirring to your spin when the thick vein throbbed visibly on his neck, and stayed there for the good usage of your cravings. Guess seeing your boyfriend furious over a game is a turn on now. You refuse to be the only one who feels that. There must be more freaks like you. Because it was hot. Staying still as you knelt beside him, just a little bit behind of his chair, it was getting hard not to act obviously. As every passing minute increased the charming desperation, you tried to pressure it back with a brush of your legs. Not much, but it worked enough until the inhuman growl decided to leave his throat. Fuck, what was that again. It sounded beautiful, impelling. As you fucking whimpered loud enough for your ears. Nipples brushing the fabric, as they freed from the tight grip of your bra after the first moment you had that nailing urge. They almost irked back, burning hot behind your tee. And the highly focused boy startled with the touch of your fingers touching timidly at his arm.

‘‘Huh,’’ soft breath mixing under the air, he opened his mouth once, closed, and opened once again but couldn’t utter a voice as focus gathered on the monitor. As angry voice reached you by the headphones, you understood why he couldn’t focus on you. ‘I said boss you fucker-JK what the hell are you doing?’ If you kneeling beside him, darting your eyes on him isn’t enough for him to focus on you, then you would gladly do more. Jimin could suck his own dick as he just ruined the moment you were about to play. Thrill spilling inside, you licked your lips. It sounded like a challenge.

And you accepted.

You giggled at yourself after passing over by his legs to curl into the space left behind his legs. Rather than expected, below the desk wasn’t that suffocating as you thought. Lighted fairly, air semi-fresh, you could hang in here. Well, hornyness weighed more than a good space to stay. It caused no harm, too.

When you looked up after the restless shift of your boyfriend, you witnessed the firm head shake. Even though you love to play the oblivious, you knew what it meant. It was ‘no’, a severe one.

Yet, it was a little too late for that.

You already take this as a challenge and you had no intention to stop now. And by tearing his eyes away from you to land it on the monitor did not help you. Only increased the silly jealousy as you leaned a bit to lift his tee. Tail of the black fabric welcomed the fingers who’s about to pat the tanned skin, light as much, soft as much as they could. Right after fingertips meeting with his muscled stomach, they tighten, scoff blurting out of him as a reflex. Too bad that he can’t do anything about making you stop, as that would mean they could and probably would lose the game and they all will blame him. And Jungkook, never, ever lost a game. Or caused a lost. Also too bad for him as you knew him too deep.

‘JK come to the mid.’ as the request didn’t get the expected return, the same voice echoed once again. Angry this time. ‘Kook you on?’

It took a minute for him to heal himself from the teasing touch you gifted. Darkness lightened by the blue, pink, and shade of the soft yellow, falls onto his face. His façade edged even more with the shades contouring his features, he looked god ish. Knot appeared between his brows after feeling the nails digging, tracing a track down until they reached to his crotch. Dick stayed half hard. Giggling you eyed him, caring his stomach until his muscles eased back. Contrary to the curses you heard through his headphone, you leaned till the tip of your nose brushed his velvety skin on the stomach. Choked breath coming out of him as you started to put soft, caring kisses all the way above the head of his sport short. From left to right, you kissed, wetted with each lick you gave as he tightened his muscles on the thighs.

‘‘F-fuck,’’ he hushed out, too afraid to be heared by his friends because how the hell he could explain this. Exactly, he couldn’t. Murmuring satisfiedly, tongue trailed all the way up, stopped licking when you reached below the belly-button of him. Rather choose to circle your tongue around it, carefully slow. As no one needed to rush anything.

‘You yelled at me but who is trolling NOW JUNGKOOK!’

You had to cover your mouth to prevent your laugh from going out. It was semi funny and semi exciting as the idea of your friends understanding what you were doing and how much you were affecting him. It was harmless to fantasies, but you had no idea how you would feel if it turned real. Still, it was rousing.

‘‘FUCK. O-okay, okay.’’ the captured boy hissed out, fighting with the urge to kick you aside. Both because he didn’t know how you would react, and also, it was feeling good. Your fingers, tongue, lips felt amazing. Warm against his skin. So he didn't intend to lose it so quickly. ‘‘ ‘M just a bit confused. M okay, let’s get it.’’

Yeah, let’s get it.

Fingers digging in theirs and yours one of the favorite spots of him after his doe looking eyes, and easily scrunched nose. His thighs. Thick, built, smooth thighs that you adored so damn much. Hiking up the cloth up, you resist the need of biting them down. Slowed circles were much better at first, and he was already tensed as one of his knees smacked high only to meet with the hardwood. It’s play time so you could take as much as time you want. Plus, he was kinda tied down by the chair so you could use this for the good usage.

‘‘Ah. Nuh, no, not him hyung. FUCK!’’ Jungkook’s guttural cry left his lungs as the soft circles left their place to wet kisses, and then a harsh bite right on his inner thigh. Hard enough to leave a mark, but light, too, as the mark almost disappeared right away. Sloppy, wet licks tried to heal the bruise immediately, as you worked on him. His moans hit the very needy spot, made you clench around nothing to drip even more. Poor core pulsed, pulsed, pulsed until you couldn’t take more and spilled out a weak mewl. It reflected all the desperation you had, and the gamer couldn’t control his mouth before spitting a brutal slut right at your direction. Nails digging deeper on his thighs, you like the way how that word rolled out from his plushed lips. Attacking right into your spine. Yes, yes, yes, yes, was all you could think. You were a slut, indeed. But, of course, his teammates had no idea about what was going on here, as an offended shriek filled the room right after what Jungkook said.

‘DID YOU JUST CALLED ME A SLUT?’ you could recognize Jimin’s extra thickened voice, and you giggled while putting now less soft kisses all over his thigh. ‘JUNGKOOK SPEAK. NOW’ and you bite his flesh once again, right when he was about to answer the man on the line.

‘‘N-Ahhhh! No, no.’’ his fingers curled around your hair immediately, out of conscious. He locked his gaze on you after tilting your head a little back. Expression hardened, his jaw twitched. ‘‘I was talking with the slut that almost killed me.’’ you sobbed as the wave of hunger hit you on the right spot, after his hand left you with a semi slap on your cheek. It wasn’t enough, it didn’t even blushed the skin but you choked anyway. More, more, more of that slap is all you need at the moment. You knew that for sure.

And you will earn those by the work of your mouth, tongue, and palm. As much as help you can get to reach the euphoria you want at the heat of the moment.

To soothe the now reddened flesh inside of his thigh, you licked once, twice and once again. Every touch of the warm, wet muscle earned another squirm by the boy who tried very hard to focus on the game. Though, it was obvious that he was failing because voices rising from the headphones gave the clue of how he sucked at keeping a clear game. No lie, you like the effect you had on him. Has him hissing with a jerk of his knee, brought claps to the back of your head. Like you just win a prize.

It seemed a bit like that.

‘‘No.’’ Jungkook pleaded, eyes not on you but the shake of his head was, indeed, for you. As your fingertips hooked under the waistband of his short, cold tips of your fingers startled him as he was burning, flesh blooming hot. To his dismay, you felt a little rebellious today. Ready to take the risk of getting the kick, as you shoved his short down, forcefully. His clothed parts unfolded slowly. However, the kick never landed, the only reaction was him holding his ass a bit high to help you on making him naked. Muscles straining, his shaft meets with air. Hanging above his legs, all the stimulation had him angry red. Precum glistening on the tip, ready to spill all over his thighs, on the chair.

You gulped. ‘‘Fuck,’’ now it was your turn to curse, as his dick never failed to surprise you. While waiting hard, thick, and crimson. Mouth watering view went straight to your core to poke the arousal now begin to drip. Wetting your lips to match them with your mouth and his tip, meager grab of your palm meets with his dick. It has Jungkook cursing more, an aggressive fist dropped on the wooden desk. He thrusts once out of habit, but immediately stays still. The boy’s face blooming scarlet, it was enough for you to gather your courage to dive in. As his body was craving you without any doubt.

‘‘Mid-ahhh!’’

Full fist squeezed around the base of his shaft has the gamer crying out loud. It made your breath hitch. Jungkook speechless. Loaded dire placed on your stomach, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, hair stands on the edge, chest writhe in need. It was too pleasant. Too dreamy. A gasping view.

But you couldn’t hold back, and leaned in. Wet tongue touches the base of his head, you blow air after moistening the place good. It could have been twitched without your tight firm, rather, he moaned. Then freezed. Momentarily joy died in his stomach as he remembered his friends were on the other side of the line. Eyes shut tight, he waited for them to yell or accuse him for something unmistakably obvious. You giggled at his fear, as he opened one eye below the furrowed brows. Carefully as afraid to make a sudden move. Unlike his terror, nothing happens. The other two boys continue to play without saying anything, but Jungkook finds it suspicious. Even though he was relieved.

Not for so long though, as now the tongue starts to circle around the head of his cock. Small whimpers held back by him but you were bolder to spill them. Feeling hot, heavy between your lips, you like to suck him so much. Maybe too much as Jungkook pushed his hips high. So you continued, now almost half of him in your mouth. It was hard for you to take him at once, as the boy had the biggest one you ever laid on eye. Thick, also. Palm isn’t enough to cover him fully, when you dared. So you take your time while his nostrils breathe heavily. Precum becomes one with the salvia around his cock, you whined happily at the taste. It was always pleasant. Always tasty.

Nails digging in the naked skin, you bobbed your head down. Throat stretching well around his stabbing tip. But you had no mercy on yourself or shame while diving deeper. Tip of your nose almost touches his pubes, a strangled hum broke out by the throat. And it has his dick twitch deep down in your throat. Which another broken moan rises from you as he was equally horny as much as you. Fingers ached to find your pulsing clit, but you stopped yourself before even daring as this was about him. And only him. Rather than touching your pussy, you grabbed his waist. Shape of his body always turned you on, same as now. You mewled while moving after adjusting your breath.

Jungkook bites down his lips, too afraid to make another voice, challenge his change. Instead, he grabbed tight his mouse, almost crashing it. Ball of longing crawling onto his chest, stomach, all over his body while you keep the work of your mouth, tongue so good. It was stirring, heart stopping for both of you. Every swirl of your tongue, every hollow move of your cheeks drive him closer. Little by little, he felt the nudging delight getting closer and closer. And if you could, you would come undone, too, as the whole thing was too affecting.

‘‘Stay.’’ hand grabbing the back of your head, you freezed cock so deep in your throat. As the command was too sudden, a slap found your stretched cheek after you swallowed out of habit.

‘‘Hnngg,’’ you protest but do not dare to move, knowing it would be fatal. For you and the poor throat. Tongue waiting below his dick, feeling the pulse of his thick vein, you stayed there. Even though you practised many times breathing from your nose while mouth full, after long minutes, it was getting slightly disturbing. Not uncomfortable but unachievable for you. Butterflies burning one by one from the fire rising by your chest, you wait one, two, three minutes more until Jungkook shifts his hips. Only to choke you even more with his cock, rough beg of a moan stealing by your lungs, you wrenched under his hold.

Hands finding the support by his waist, you let him move his dick in your throat. Not that you had much of a choice. Muffled noises leaving your chest, his thrust was hard enough to try your gag reflex.

Eyes getting teary, you were drooling even more every time your nose hit his stomach. Wet sounds gurgled with every pressure of his cock, tears now mixed by tears on your chin. Creating a pool on his thighs and the dark leather. But you never tried to go back, stayed there like a good girl he wanted, let him use you face for a quick fuck. It was satisfying for both of you.

His abs clenched, unclench as a warning. He was about to cum, and it had you whine even louder. You wanted to taste him, gulp down everything he gifts you, and lick him clean. Strong, hot hunger raised with every push as you were going to eat his cum like your last meal. Because it tasted like that. Delicious, salty, and warm all around your tongue, teeth. You clenched around nothing once again and held your position as Jungkook started to cum with a heavy groan.

‘‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’’ no one mattered, as he was bursting white deep down on your hot, drooling throat. Thrill clouded his mind as he moaned loud, hard, and obvious while spurting, adding a new color to your throat.

Jungkook continued to cum, dripping thick and hot. And you swallowed every one of them, eagerly, messily. Slurping, licking him clean when he dropped by his high. When every inch of his dick gleamed glossy, and cleared from his cum, you were satisfied when taken you head back after his big grip let you. You smiled ear to ear as the tired bliss beamed his face. It never stopped being fluttering when he looked so proud of you. Heavy breaths of yours cut harshly when headphones almost vibrate with the intense scream.

‘IF YOU DONE FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHERE OF Y/N, CAN YOU FUCKING GO BACK TO THE GAME, YOU FUCKING FUCK!’

Jimin’s voice had you two freeze, but after Teahyung started to laugh loud, almost wheezing, Jungkook and you joined him. But Jimin didn’t. As they were losing the game. And he was competitive as much as Jungkook. But right now, your boyfriend had something distracting. So he chuckled before landing an eye on you and smirked.

‘‘Sorry, but I need to reward my girl.’’ he cocked a brow, hand moving to close the game. ‘‘As you all heard, she did a pretty good job. Right, baby?’’

Between Taehyung’s laughs and Jimin’s curses, your heart fluttered at the praise. It was all you needed, all you wanted from him. You watched him carefully while he put his headphones on the desk, corner of the lip curling high. A finger pointed at you, you wait for his word.

‘‘Now, be a good girl, and turn your ass over here.’’ you cooed at his demand, wiggled your ass and presented him. Panties already soaked, you were needy as always. And he was feeding you good with his filthy words. ‘‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, so hard that you will afraid even to knock my door again when I’m playing.’’

With a harsh smack landing on your cheek, you were sure of that. ‘‘Yes, please.’’

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