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bloodwrittenballad · 10 months

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Satisfaction Guaranteed | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin

Summary: Maybe tipsy, tmi confessions aren’t so bad after all

Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral, pnv, swearing, mentions of drinking, readers call-sign is maze, use of the pet name baby like a lot, not proofread. wrote this on a whim. a horny whim. 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. Please, don’t be a silent reader. Feedback is highly appreciated, so are reblog. Let me know what you think! And if you would like to see more of these three! Enjoy, and happy reading ;)

You should really stop talking.

No, seriously, you need to stop talking. The more you say, the worse it gets. You’re a few drinks in and then bam! Suddenly you’ve decided to spill your guts out - not literally, thankfully - to your two best pals. Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw. Two of the hottest and greatest men you knew had now heard every single thing they ever needed about your sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Yeah and like, noooone of my exes ever wanted to go down on me. Not one! B-but I’m expected to give them head?! How unfair is that!” You hiccuped, as you dug yourself deeper into a hole.

But what was worse, was that they weren’t even stopping you. Maybe the alcohol was hindering their better judgment too? Either way, you were never going to come back from this. The shit eating smirks on their face and the looks they shared - the ones they thought you wouldn’t notice - only made you feel like more of an idiot as you finally began to rein in your pitiful rambling. “Oh, god, I totally just ruined the mood? Didn’t I?” You said in an embarrassed little squeak, face falling into your hands as you tried to hide from their piercing gaze. “Actually, Maze, I think you just heightened the mood.” Jake said, his voice low. You looked up, hands falling back down to your side as you caught Bradley’s eyes. Maybe it was the one too many drinks you consumed, or the sexual frustration that has been building up for months, but something in the way he was looking at you… fuck, it made you feel like a giddy teenager after a first date.

“Ya know, Maze, I think Hangman is right. I also think you’re right,” Rooster began. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on his face, more particularly, his lips… You gave him a look of confusion, nodding for him to continue. “It is unfair that no one’s repaid the favor of going down on you. Hell, it’s a downright shame.” Oh Christ almighty, you had to be imagining this. There was no way he was actually saying this right now. You could just die of embarrassment right now. “But I’m thinking that could change tonight, if you want it to.”

Okay what? This really, truly could not be happening. “I- Um- Huh?” You barely managed to get out, and Jake chuckled at your response. If now was the time for teasing, he’d say you looked like a fish out of water, with the way your eyes were wide and your mouth hung open as you tried to form words. But, Hangman was feeling nice, so he decided to help you out. “I think what Rooster here is trying to get at, is that he’d like to show you what you’ve been missin’ out on. I would too,” He said with a wink. Jesus fuck.

“Y-you b-both wanna…” you trailed of. “Fuck you? Yeah, darlin’. We do. Real bad, too.” As if Jake couldn’t get any cockier already, this was only feeding in to his attitude even more. “So, Maze, what do you say? How about you let Hangman and I show you how it’s done? Satisfaction guaranteed.” Rooster chimed in with a wink, and if you couldn’t feel your heart racing at a thousand miles per hour, you would’ve figured you died and gone to heaven.

“Okay,” you said. Maybe a little desperately, but hey, they offered.

And that’s how you found yourself in this moment now, with Bradley between your legs as Jake held you against his chest. His strong, tan arms around you for support as you rested your head against his shoulders and moaned out. “Fuck! Bradley, right there!” You cried out, feeling his mustache burning roughly on the soft skin of your inner thighs. It was glorious, like nothing you felt before. Well, really, it was nothing you felt before. But it definitely wasn’t like how you imagined it, or even read about. No, this was so much better. “You like that, baby? Does it feel so good, getting that pretty, needy little pussy taken care of after so long?” Jake hummed low in your ear.

“Yes! Fuck yes! So good!” Moaning out loudly, your thighs clenching around Bradley’s head. Bradley chuckled against your pussy, the sensation only bringing you closer to relief. “You gettin’ close, baby? You gonna come on my tongue?” Bradley asked, bringing his hot mouth away from your wet pussy for just a moment to ask, but still working you with his thick fingers. You nodded, the shine of the sweat on your forehead was like a beacon as he caught sight of your face and the pleasure that was painted on it.

“I’m s’close,” you managed to get out. The grip you had on Jake arms only tightened when Bradley’s mustache made contact with your clit. Dipping your head back in a moan, Jake attached himself to the skin of your neck. Licking, sucking, kissing any and every square inch he possibly could. “Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue, I know you want to.” Bradley encouraged you, his mouth still moving on you so quickly as you approached the heavenly gates of orgasmic bliss, before coming. And hard. “Fuck, shit, oh my God!” you moaned out, swears tumbling from your mouth as your body shook with your release. “That’s it, that’s our good little baby,” Jake spoke into your ear. His words of encouragement not stopping until you touched back down to earth again

And when you finally let out a heavy breath and opened your eyes, that’s when you noticed. Bradley, still sat on the edge of the bed and between your legs, was soaking wet. And the look on his face, was priceless. “Good God, baby, look at the mess you made,” Jake said in a laugh as he looked down at Bradley, who was still looking at you in complete awe. “Damn, baby,” said Rooster as he licked his lips. “I didn’t know you could do that,” you didn’t know either. You’ve never squirted before, but somehow Bradley managed to completely change your world in a matter of seconds. “I-I didn’t either,” you spoke. “That was-” you began, but the two men cut you off.

“So hot,” they said. “Yeah,” you said in a breathy laugh. “You ready for more?” Jake asked, and that’s when you could feel it. His hard on, pressing right against your lower back. “Because I still haven’t gotten my turn, and if Bradshaw can get you to react like that, you can only imagine the things that I’ll do.”

And thus, is how found yourself, yet again, being completely and totally lost in the pleasurable thralls of your two fellow aviators fucking you. Jakes cock was buried deep in you, reaching places no one had before, as Bradley sucked on your neck and toyed with your tits and clit. The room was hot and heavy, filled with moans and skin slapping skin all around as you came once again that night. Yeah, it was safe to say that satisfied was definitely guaranteed.

#bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin smut #jake seresin fic #hangman x reader

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yandere-writer-momo · 3 months

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Thinking about Yandere Kiyosumi Katou again. He’s so pathetic. For @ladythot

Yandere Baki Imagines:

Die For You

Yandere Kiyosumi Katou x GN Reader

A fighter who fell in love with his caretaker at the hospital since he’s never been touched by anyone else… he was such a loser.

A loser that couldn’t get you out of his head. One that trailed after you like a stray dog desperate for scraps. Katou wanted you more than anything in the world…

Katou tried to reel himself in, he really did! Yet he only fell deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. Your warmth was a feeling he had never experienced before and Katou was hooked.

It didn’t matter how often he’d touch himself when you once wrapped bandages on him. How he’d ghost his fingers over the various scars that lined his body or how he tried to find the body wash you used just to make it seem like you were still with him. It just wasn’t the same. Katou needed you.

So here he was tracking you down after your shift. You were as oblivious as a gazelle grazing in an open meadow. Except a hungry lion had its sights set on that defenseless gazelle… yet Katou was bothered by the way you were unaware of your surroundings. How did you not notice him? He was wearing green and purple for goodness sake!

How had you survived this long with no one to take care of you? Tch, this just wouldn’t do! Katou would have to take you under his wing! His living conditions may not have been the best, but he was willing to turn his life around if you decided to live with him.

And that’s when you turn around and made eye contact with him… Katou wasn’t expecting the big smile on your face or the kind words asking how he was. Didn’t you know he was dangerous? What he could do to you? And yet you always smiled at him… you never looked at him like he was a failure. Like he was a loser.

Which was why Katou was so fond of you. The reason he loved you so much, it drove him insane. He knows it’s wrong and that it isn’t normal to stalk the object of your affection, but he couldn’t help it. He had to make sure you’re safe at all times. The endless worry kept him up at night. What would happen if you were attacked? If you were assaulted? Katou couldn’t possibly live with himself.

Katou may not have been the strongest, but he was willing to put his life on the line for you. He would die for you. Not that he’d ever tell you, of course. Katou could never tell you the true magnitude of his feelings for you, but he knew you wouldn’t understand. That was okay. Katou was just fine with you having an inkling of affection for him, because that was enough to keep him grounded. The thought of you liking him back.

“Katou? Are you alright?” Katou snapped back to reality and gave you a smirk. His hands dug into the pockets of his green sweatpants.

“Ya, I was just thinking about how dangerous it is for a tiny thing like you to walk alone.” Katou then sauntered over to you and offered you his arm. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

You gave him a soft smile and accepted his offer. Your small hand wrapped around his muscular arm as you rested your head a bit on his shoulder. Katou had such a strong scent of leather, musk, and cheap cigarettes yet it was kind of comforting… but your thoughts began to race as he lead you along.

How did Katou know the direction of your house?

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footprintsinthesxnd · 5 months

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It’s Not Christmas Without You

Hello @supervalcsi I am your Secret Santa for @hbowardaily secret santa. I’ll prewarn you this fic is a bit angsty (like a little bit 😂) but I heared that you like angst so I’m hoping it’s okay. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Warnings: very angsty, mentions of death and images of war

Johnny had always loved the festive season, the lights, the carols, the food and the general feeling that no matter what the year threw at them they would make it to the next Christmas. But this year Johnny didn’t feel even remotely festive. He couldn’t see any hope of him making it through the night, let alone the next year. The artillery barrage had finally ceased, and debris lay strewn across the once crisp, white landscape. Fallen branches blocked his view of the front line but he knew they were there, hiding… waiting.

Loud footsteps drew him from his thoughts as a figure stood over him, blocking his view of the sky that for once was clear. Blue smudges spread between the grey clouds almost like a sign of hope.

“Hey Martin, whatcha thinking about?” Y/n all but threw herself down beside him, her characteristic smile on her face, the wide grin that no matter how down you felt on your luck, could make you smile too.

“That we’re doomed.”

Y/n snorted, “Well you got out of the wrong side of your foxhole this morning.” She rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Well, we are. Kraut artillery is hammering us every chance they get, and when they aren’t shelling us the damn cold sets in and you all but freeze your balls off.”

“Come on Martin, don’t be like that. We’re alive aren’t we, that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, just,” Johnny grumbled, snuggling further into his jacket and shoving his glove-clad hands even deeper into his pockets.

“Right you old Scrooge, you’re coming with me,” she stood, grabbing hold of his arm and dragging him from the depths of his foxhole.

“Who the hell is Scrooge?” Johnny moaned, trailing behind her like a dejected puppy.

“You don’t know who Scrooge is? From ‘A Christmas Carol? Charles Dickens?” Johnny continued to look at her blankly.

“I wish Webster was here, he’d know who I was talking about.”

Johnny laughed, “Yeah good old Webster, couldn’t even go AWOL to help us in this shit. I bet he’s really nice and warm back in that hospital.”

Y/n sighed, turning around to face him, “Don’t be such a downer. I’m glad Webster’s not here. It means he’s safe which means one less of my friends could die at any second. Now I’ll take that as a win.”

Johnny had to admit that it was nice to know that at least one of Easy Company wouldn’t go through this debacle.

“Now come with me and try to smile at least.”

Johnny followed Y/n, walking past foxholes filled with their friends who were still deep in slumber, taking advantage of the few hours of peace.

They approached Y/n's foxhole that she shared with Eugene and she gestured towards the small fir tree that stood a few meters from the hole. Around the tree was strung some rope with rudimental Christmas decorations of fir cones and leaves, a few scraps of red fabric that Johnny wasn’t sure where Y/n had gotten it from.

“What is all this?” He asked, disbelief and confusion evident in his handsome features.

“It’s our Christmas tree and this…” Y/n dug into her pocket and pulled out a ragged looking lump, “is your Christmas present. I’m sorry it’s not much. It was all I could get in Bastogne when I went in at the last supply drop.” Johnny’s face softened, and he lifted his hand, brushing it gently against her frozen cheek.

“I’m sure it’s perfect.” He unwrapped the bandage material from around the gift and found a small, ceramic angel ornament inside.

Johnny's face crinkled into a smile and his eyes shone brightly as he looked down at the angel.

“Thank you, Y/n but you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” Y/n interrupted, her bright eyes staring up at him through hooded lashes. Johnny had never truly appreciated her beauty until now. The way her hair hung down framing her face, her nose scrunched as she laughed at jokes that George would tell her, the way her forehead creased as she glared at Skip as he won another bet against her. Even now all covered in the dirt and grime of the Bois Jacque she was a picture of beauty.

“Y/n, could I ask you something?” Johnny felt himself growing nervous, his mouth felt dry and his left eye twitched as he tried to find the right words.

“Of course.”

“Well, you know as it’s Christmas… and well we might not make it through the next year… I was just wondering if I could…”

Y/n having grown impatient by Johnny stuttering, grabbed the lapel of his coat and yanked him towards her. “Yes,” she replied before placing her lips against his. The kiss was soft and full of feeling. Johnny felt himself winding his arms around her waist as Y/n fingers delved into his hair, tugging at the grimy, brown lock. Johnny normally would have felt self-conscious about his appearance but at that moment all he could think of was the woman in his arms.

When they pulled away, both couldn’t help the large smile that grew across their lips.

“Merry Christmas Y/L/N.”

“Merry Christmas Martin.”

“Hey Luz, you owe me 20 bucks,” Skip mouthed across the snowy ground to where George was sheltering in his foxhole.

“Fuck off, it’s Christmas for Christ's sake,” George grumbled, shoving his helmet further over his head to shield himself from Skip's view.

“I’d pay up if I were you, Luz. Skip owes Bull money and if you don’t pay up, he can’t pay Bull. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of Randleman,” Malarkey confessed, looking up from his canteen of steaming coffee.

“Yeah right! Bull’s not going to do anything to me,” George’s laughter soon ceased as a large snowball hit the back of his helmet, splattering down his back and allowing the ice to penetrate his winter coat.

“That son of a bitch!”

“Pay up, Luz!” Bull’s hearty laughter could be heard from a few feet away and George sighed.

“After everything I do for you lot. All those Hershey bars I saved for you guys and this is how you repay me. Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

That was last Christmas. 1944. Amid the Ardennes, the snow created a frozen wasteland where the dead lay in shallow graves, forgotten by many.

Patty was bustling around the kitchen, clattering pots and pans while she had left Johnny in charge of decorating the tree with the children. The kids were messing around while Johnny half-heartedly dug through the box of decorations until his fingers brushed against something smooth, familiar, cold to the touch. He pulled the ornament free and with a shaky breath he ran his thumb over the dusty angel. It still had mud crusted to one of its wings and the other hung slightly lopsided where Webster and his clumsy hands had dropped it in Haguenau. Johnny didn’t realise he was crying until Patty laid her hand on his shoulder making him jump.

“Oh Johnny, it’s beautiful. Here let me hang it on the tree,” she reached forward for it but Johnny snatched his hand away.

“No!” He snapped, “Don’t touch it… don’t…” Patty looked a little hurt but she knew her husband didn’t mean it out of malice. He was hurting more than he’d ever admit and she knew the war had been hard on them all but Johnny would never talk about who he’d lost.

“You got it Belgium, didn’t you?” She asked, trying to coax her husband to share his feelings.

“Yes,” he whispered, looking down through blurry eyes at the simple figure. “A friend gave it to me.”

Patty nodded, moving around to crouch in front of her husband.

“Well, how about we put it on the tree? To remember him by. I know he meant a lot to you.”

Johnny stood, moving across the room in slow motion. As the ornament connected with the branch of the tree, it felt like the whole world stopped for just a moment. He was back in the forest, snow covering his helmet as he walked hand in hand with Y/n. Her cold fingers wrapped tightly in his palm, her laughter wafting through the trees.

Patty’s hand slipped into Johnny’s and she squeezed it gently, resting her head on her husband's shoulder she hummed, “I would have liked to have met him.”

Johnny cocked his head to look at his wife, “I wish you had too. They were taken from me far too soon.”

The couple stood silently side by side, their children playing at their feet while music from the radio drifted around them. Johnny felt a single tear trail down his cheek.

“Goodbye, Y/n.”

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#Johnny Martin #johnny martin x reader #band of brothers #hbowardaily #hbowar daily’s secret Santa #hbowarsanta23

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idiotwithanipad · 13 days

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Sharp Tongued

Amy (my OC) catches ear of the other ghost's treatment of Humphrey in the past and takes matters into her own hands...

(TW: Threats of violence, Anger, Amy being feral to protect her dad friend, The ghosts getting slandered so beware all of them get shit😂👍🏻, Cursive language)

"I mean- don't you ever want to spend time with anyone other than me? I'm boring as hell" Amy questioned, gazing toward the sunlit window. The head of the Tudor man rested on her lap, her fingers gently scratched through his hair, a gesture she'd never been able to shake; call it habit, call it a stim?

"Well, truth be told, you're the nicest with me" Humphrey mused, a slight chuckle echoed the end of his sentence.

"Really? Not even Kitty?" Sheer confusion swamped Amy's words, unable to comprehend any of this situation.

"Oh no, not Kitty. She's a dear little thing, asside from accidentally kicking me from time to time- uh, by accident of course..." Humphrey emphasized.

A twinge of uncomfortableness struck at Amy's heart at the thought of Humphrey's head being discarded and left on the floor like a rock; it seemed barely any ghost in the house paid him any mind.

"And- no one else, for real? Like ANYONE?" Amy bit her tongue and retracted her fingers from his hair.

"Well, I DO like being able to join in, but it usually comes at a cost. I'm either used for something or left behind again while the conversation leads elsewhere in the house" Humphrey explained, he tried his hardest to mask the slight hint on sadness in his voice as he admitted the unfortunate truth.

Amy's brows lowered, her eyes flicking over towards the door to the passageway.

"Used for something?" Amy asked, more to herself than the head.

"Yeah. Maybe one day I'm on guard duty or the next I'm a football" He joked, his eyes flicking up to try and meet the girl's gaze.

"And who does that?... "

In the Common Room, the group chatted amongst each other. They blissfully ignored the livings who booked in and checked out, the staff typing away at the front desk keyboards, and the golfers seeking shelter from the hot sun.

The novelty of new livings to watch had dwindled down to being just another everyday occurrence; though there was much excitement in watching them go about their day, the group still favoured food club and 'what would you wear today?' club.

"I still reckon Ryan would've gotten a birdie if he'd stuck to using his putter" Pat reasoned.

"No no, it was his aim, that's his problem. Not enough accuracy in the swing" The Captain commented as he tucked his stick beneath his arm.

"Why not just kick ball into little hole?" Robin questioned with a sharp itch to the back of his ear.

"That sort of defeats the purpose of the game, mate" Pat replied, bouncing on his heels. The caveman disregarded Pat's answer with a dismissive wave of his wrist before he reclined further back into the chair.

A whistful sigh cut the group short as they turned their attention to Thomas who sat idle by the window.

"You alright, mate?" Pat asked, his eyes shifting amongst the others, deciding whether or not he'd just metaphorically dug his own grave deeper by asking the poet what troubled him.

The romantic averted his gaze from the window and towards Pat.

"I heard her crying again today. Weeping so dearly. To think... That fool of a man with whom she showered with her affections would dismiss her so coldly... " Thomas lilted in sorrow. He had become beguiled with a woman who had been staying at the hotel for a few days now, and had caught ear of her boyfriend cheating on her.

"So coldly..." Thomas repeated, his brow arching as his eyes fought back from watering. He brought his bloodied cuff up to his mouth and blinked a few times.

"I'm going to collect myself, and maybe prepare a poem should she die here..." Thomas said, an exaggerated crack in his voice led the others to believe it was just another one of his over-dramatics.

As Thomas neared the doodway to the stairs, Amy blocked his path, Humphrey's head tucked under her arm. Her face held determination and mild fury. Thomas halted quickly and straightened himself.

"Oh! Evening, Amy. I hoped you wouldn't see me in such a state of-"

"Your poems are crap!"

A shrill and flabbergasted shriek fell from the poet's lips as he clutched at his face, his eyes buldged wider as he started at the girl in shock. The sound caused the group to spin around and notice Amy's presence.

"THAT'S for kicking Humphrey in the head all those times!" Amy spat, tightening her arm around Humphrey's head, who's eyes were now glued onto Thomas.

"What's going on here? What's the reason for all this hostility?" The Captain asked as he stepped around the sofas towards Amy who walked past Thomas who still stared in horror.

Amy's eye twitched. She looked amongst the seats for the next ghost who had done Humphrey dirty in the past. Her eyes scanned each of them until she spotted Julian sat opposite Robin by the fireplace. She paced towards him before The Captain blocked her path.

"Did you hear me, young lady? What's the meaning of this?" He demanded.

He was caught of guard by Amy's finger pointing up under his chin, threatening to jab her finger into his throat harshly.

"You better keep your petty little demands to a minimum, or I'll shove that stick up your nose..." Amy threatened, overdoing the amount of fury in her eyes, although she did mean business in this moment.

The Captain reeled back and stuttered, brushing off his front and seemingly searching for a comeback as Amy shoved past him and towards Julian who now fiddled with his tie in trepidation.

"I know about your little volleyball game with Humphrey's head. If I hear it happen again, there's four inches of solid platform heel on the end of my foot and it'll be right up the bollocks for you, mate!" Amy growled, holding onto her exaggerated glare.

Julian shuffled back in his seat and stuttered something incoherent. A gruff chuckle caused Amy's eyes to flick to the right. Robin seemed to be finding the situation amusing and tried to hide his smile behind his hand.

"Oh, your turn then?" Amy said, tilting her head slightly. Humphrey's eyes screwed shut and he clenched his teeth as Amy stood before the caveman who now looked between the girl and Julian in concern.

"... No?" Robin said, hiding the tremble in his voice.

"You-" Amy paused, she couldn't recall anything Humphrey mentioned that was caused by Robin specifically, apart from one thing.

"Y-you scared him when he died!" Amy bent down towards Robin, her eyes wide; she really had no dirt on Robin in this situation, but she didn't want to let her defensive mask slip just yet, there was still much to say.

Amy righted herself and turned towards Fanny who gawked at her in shock.

"And you..." Amy spat, leaning her weight on one leg. Under her arm, Humphrey mouthed a brief 'sorry' as Fanny brushed at her knees.

"He's like half your age, AND you didn't ask permission with your little... games" Amy cringed, remembering the grizzly story of Fanny and Humphrey's body's little fling.

Fanny gasped in horror and straightened her back.

"Excuse me!?" She blurted as Amy paced towards the door, Humphrey's head still clutched under her arm. As she reached the doorway, Amy spun around and pointed to all of them who watched her in shock; the usually mild and quiet girl reduced to a mindless bundle of thuggery and insults.

"And this one goes out to all of you.." She blurted. Humphrey practically bit his lip, hoping that it wouldn't cut the group too deeply.

"I know about your little incident with that Alison woman. Yeah. The crazy bitch who tried to take her money? You guys tried to stop her, but it was technically Humphrey who warned Alison about the- fraud business! But did you invite him to your little dinner party? No you bloody well didn't!" Amy shouted, that one hit closer to home than she would've thought.

The group seemed taken aback to recall that night. They didn't even bring him to the table that night. None of them even bothered to go back and pick up his discarded head after he'd been kicked away. How long HAD be been left out there for?

Even The Captain cleared his throat and lowered his gaze. The rest of the group shared his guilt. Amy nodded and scoffed.

"That's what I thought..." She sneered as she ascended the stairs with Humphrey's head who didn't dare say a word.

"She's right..." Pat whimpered, adjusting his glasses.

The group mumbled in agreement and sat in silence for a while, thinking back on all the times Humphrey had been absent for any occasions the rest of them gathered as a group.

Upstairs, Amy paced back and forth in front of Humphrey who's head rested against a cushion on a chair, watching her go back and forth waving her hands and cracking her knuckles.

"I mean- who do they think they are sometimes? They can't just- ABANDON you ALL the time! What if I hadn't died? Would you still be under a table or outside?!" Amy ranted.

"Poppet?..."

"I'm actually surprised at Kitty, she's one of my best mates aside from Silver, and even SHE didn't go find you?"

"P-Poppet?.."

"I swear, sometimes I'd love to just- punch them all in the mouth- maybe not Kitty or Robin, but- MOST of them-"

"Amy"

Amy paused and turned to face the head who looked at her with a straight and serious expression. She scuffed her boot on the floorboards and jammed her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie.

"That's enough" Humphrey asserted. He began to regret telling Amy any of those things, for her sake.

"Sorry. It's just- I thought they were better than that..." Amy said quietly, a heavy sigh leaving her lungs.

"Don't get yourself wound up over me, I'm just a talking head at this point" Humphrey mused, though his assertive tone still trickled through his words.

Amy averted her gaze lower, feeling guilty for putting Humphrey through all of that little fiasco downstairs.

"But if I don't stand up for you then they'll-"

"That's not your job, Poppet. You do enough for me as it is" Humphrey smiled.

Amy was about to combat him with more reasons for her to defend him, but all that came was a soft sigh and a shake of her head.

Her brow creased as she wandered over to a small shair by the wall, dropping herself down onto it. Humphrey's eyes followed her every move, watching to make sure she had calmed down.

"I just don't understand why they do it to you. They either neglect you or hurt you..." There was a pinch of hate behind Amy's words as she flicked her eyes towards the closed door.

If Humphrey could shrug right now, he would.

"I dunno either. Perhaps they just miss being able to touch things- you know, carry things around, play. I don't mind the throwing and the catching, it's just the kicking and the whacking and the hair dangling that bothers me a bit..." Humphrey said truthfully.

"Well THEY'LL each be kicked and whacked where something else dangles if they carry on, for real..." Amy growled"

Humphrey tutted and rose his brows, flashing her an assertive sideways glare; he loved Amy dearly, but this tone on her really made her someone he didn't recognize. He admired her spark, but he wanted to bring back her softness.

Amy shrugged and adjusted her useless headphones, for a brief second she felt as though she were back in the head master's office at school for misbehaving.

"Hey?.." His voice gathered Amy's attention again as she glanced back up at him from her chair.

Humphrey gave her a warm smile and a blink.

"Thank you"

#bbc ghosts #humphrey bone #larry rickard #original character #amy #amy bone

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hoetolegist · 1 year

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Use and abuse me

Summary: You pressed your forehead against the glass and just took a moment to breathe and think. You listened to the sounds of the heavy winds whipping through the trees as you closed your eyes and inhaled. How did you get here? Why did you let yourself get here?

Warnings: consensual drug use, attempted forced drug use, manipulation, crying before and during sex, yelling, gaslighting, implied betrayal, he's very rough when handling her so I'm gonna put abuse just to be safe, explicit language, Stefan is toxic toxic, poor y/n, rough sex, low-key breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink, oral (F receiving), dirty talk, slow sex, intimate sex, when I say Stefan gives you emotional whiplash I mean it, everything that happens when they have sex is consensual, they are fucking outside btw, on a terrace, on a small glass table, under the bright stars lol

Note: This is FICTION. I obviously would not enjoy seeing myself or anybody else in a situation like this in real life. I don't own any of the characters used (except "y/n" duh)

"You did this to me!" You banged on the table with all the strength you could muster as you pushed your seat back to stand up, the half full cups of liquor fell to the floor with a thud. "All you do is hurt me! Look at me Stefan! This isn't who I used to be" you shouted into the crisp night air

Stefan just examined you like you were a child throwing a fit. He never really looked at you, he examined you, watched you as if you were some science experiment. He watched as your mascara smudged under your eyes from crying, he watched as your knees got scratched and bruised from kneeling and begging, he watched as you lost yourself and who you used to be completely

You heard Stefan sigh loudly, letting you know he was annoyed. "Stop crying" he said, straight faced, as if that was all it took to shut you up. He grabbed a bottle of pills and threw them at you "you did this to yourself Y/n. You were doing this long before me. I just gave you the push you needed to truly accept what you do" he shrugged nonchalantly

You scoffed, not knowing wether you should be angry or sad. You loved him, everything you did was to prove your love to him, hoping in the slightest chance that he would love you back, that he would continue to love you back. If you could've guessed that it would end up like this, you wouldn't have been so stupid, you wouldn't have left your whole life behind for him

But Stefan was right, you did this to yourself. You were fucked up way before you met him, meeting him just intensified all of your highs. He was exactly what you needed at the moment. You craved the way Stefan touched you and you craved the attention that he gave you. He just drug you deeper and deeper into the hole that you already dug for yourself

"You'll never admit it but you wanted this life. I just gave it to you baby"

You flinched at the pet name "no no I didn't" you stared at the pills that spilled at your feet "I didn't ask for this". You squeezed your eyes shut and sunk down to the floor, not having enough energy to keep yourself up anymore

"Fuck fuck fuck" you chanted to yourself, clutching your chest and gasping for air, it felt like a weight was being pushed deeper and deeper into your chest. Stefan was by your side in a split second enveloping you in his arms. "Hey, hey, breathe. You're okay baby" he softly brushed your hair with his hand and if you didn't know any better you would have cuddled into his arms and enjoyed the warmth

You didn't have the energy to push the man back or fight him off, you allowed Stefan to hold you on the empty terrace. Maybe this is the life you were supposed to live, maybe this is what you were looking for all along. To be used and broken into pieces. It's what you need, it's what you deserve

Eventually the heavy breathing turned into loud, body aching sobs as Stefan held you and rocked you slowly. "I love you, I love you so much I feel like I might die without you" you confessed through tears "but I can't do this anymore". Your voice was shaky, no matter how hard you tried to stop it. You wanted to sound confident, sure of yourself, you wanted Stefan to see that you were serious

You pulled out of Stefan's hold, momentarily surprised that he let you. "I won't do this anymore" you pulled yourself up onto shaky legs

But Stefan just chuckled lowly. He grabbed two pills off of the floor before standing back up to face you. He watched as you flinched when he lifted his hand to touch your cheek and he softly smiled at the hitch in your breath when he lightly traced your bottom lip with his thumb

He brought the pills up to your mouth with one hand and used the other to hold your chin "baby, I love that you think you have a choice". He traced your lips with one of the pills "remember when we used to take these?" he questioned with a hum "percs used to get us so fucked up, made you beg for my cock all the time" his warm breath fanned across your lips as he whispered about your past choices

You tensed as Stefan pushed one in your mouth. You guys stared at each other for a second and you saw a flash of amusement in his eyes, you weren't surprised that he was enjoying this. Normally you'd cower down in fear and maybe you should've but instead you spit the pill into Stefan's face, pushed him away from you and used all of the strength you had left to run for the door

Stefan stumbled back but caught himself before he could fall. He watched you intensely, narrowing his eyes as he slowly walked closer to you struggling to open the door. You were panicking. The door won't fucking open and you can feel Stefan burning a hole in your back with his stare. It was scary, you wanted to leave, you needed to get out of there and away from this man. You slapped on the door, hoping someone would hear you from outside the penthouse but then you felt warmth press up against you, pinning you to the door

Stefan pressed his chest against your back then he grabbed your waist. "You think you can just run away from me pretty?" He whispered into your ear, feeling you shaking in his arms. "You think I'd make it that fucking easy for you to run away from me?" his voice was rising with each word that came out of his mouth

"Turn around" he demanded

You pressed your forehead against the glass and just took a moment to breathe and think. You listened to the sounds of the heavy winds whipping through the trees as you closed your eyes and inhaled. How did you get here? Why did you let yourself get here?

"Turn the fuck around Y/n!" Stefan banged his fist on the door causing you to jump and the glass to rattle. You slowly turned around to face Stefan with your eyes shut, you didn't want to see the look on his face. You were scared to look him in the eye, scared that you'd cower down again if you did. He had a way of doing that to you, making you feel like you were beneath him

He grabbed your chin so hard it'll probably leave bruises "didn't I tell you that I don't like repeating myself?". You could imagine the fire in his eyes, the dark look he's giving you right now. You gulped harshly, your throat dried up from the fear that coursed through you. "I asked you a question Y/n, don't piss me off" he talked as if he was counting to ten in his head, trying to calm himself down

You sucked in a shaky breath "y-yes you did" you could feel the hot tears burning your cheeks as they began to fall. It was embarrassing, you always let him win, you can never win and you were tired of it. You couldn't help but be frustrated at not only Stefan but yourself, you were drained and you shouldn't be. You should be trying to fight, trying to save yourself and get back home but you couldn't no matter how hard you tried because you love him

Stefan reached his free hand up, allowing his fingertips to lightly graze your cheek, reveling in the wetness of your tears and the way your lashes fanned across the apple of your cheeks when your eyes were closed

He bent his head down to whisper in your ear "baby" he chuckled lowly. He placed a few soft kisses along the shape of your jawline before sliding his hand up the back of your neck to grab a handful of your hair. He pulled your head back harshly "don't you ever do anything like that again" his lips ghosted across your earlobe "do you understand?"

You squirmed in Stefan's hold, your chest rising and falling heavily. You squeezed your eyes, keeping them shut, waiting for the harsh hold on your hair to let up but it seemed to only get tighter. "Yes I understand" you rushed out, your head was starting the throb and you just wanted it to stop

You opened your eyes to find Stefan looking down at you. You stared into his eyes, searching his face to try and read him, trying to.find just a little bit of emotion behind them. You know that Stefan would never hurt you so long as you show him that you understand, you can't fight back

"Stefan please" you squeaked out, defeated and not having the energy to fight back anymore

"Don't you have something to say to me?" Stefan let go of your hair but still towered over you. He gently dragged his knuckles along your jawline, his raspy voice vibrating through your body "I think I deserve an apology"

You nodded your head "I'm so s-sorry"

"For?"

This was a game to Stefan, he loved having you at his mercy, begging for forgiveness when you did the slightest thing to push him over the edge. He loved that you gave him that power, that control. When he first met you, you were broken, so broken that he knew he could mold you into the perfect compliant little doll just for him and you are, perfect for him and him only

"For saying and doing things I d-don't mean" you felt hot tears falling down your face again "I love you baby" you cupped Stefan's face with your hands "I don't want to run away from you, I didn't mean it"

Truth is, you wouldn't have anywhere to go even if you did manage to get away. You pushed all of your friends away and practically told your parents to fuck off and die. They wouldn't want you back and you could never bring yourself to face them again even if you had the chance. Maybe that's why you never tried too hard to get away, you knew deep down that you'd have no where else to call home. Stefan loves you, takes care of you, doesn't judge you and keeps you safe. Why should you give that up?

You blinked through the blurriness of your tears. Your eyes were starting to burn from crying so much and you just wanted to lay down and sleep in your lovers arms

But of course Stefan wouldn't have that

He lowered your hands then held your chin with his fingers, making you look up at him. His eyes flickered to your lips "you know I don't like yelling at you. You just have to know your place baby" he whispered while softly caressing your cheek and wiping the lone tear that slipped from your eye. You nodded in understanding and wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him

"I love you" he murmured before pulling you into a slow, passionate kiss

Emotional whiplash, is how you would describe your every encounter with Stefan. One minute the man is throwing a fit, punching doors and tables, making you fear for your life and the next minute he's holding you gently, kissing you slowly, telling you that he loves you and making you feel the safest you ever felt

It hurts, how you could feel so safe in the arms of someone so crazy

You whimpered as Stefan began to place feather light kisses down your neck. You wanted more, you wanted Stefan to fuck you hard and rough, you want to forget about everything that happened today

As if he could read your mind he grabbed your ass and squeezed tightly, coaxing a moan out of you. "You want me to fuck you out here baby?" he breathed against your neck, still sucking bruises into the once unblemished skin. You nodded, loving the feel of Stefan's lips on you since you were craving his touch all day. You moaned out at a particular nip under your ear and lifted your hands to run your fingers through Stefan's hair but the contact was taken away just as quickly as it was given

You almost cried at the loss of his touch but when you opened your eyes you immediately lit up at the sight of Stefan sitting at the table making three lines out of some white power that was in one of the bags he put out. "Just for you baby" he said, waving you over

You fixed your shirt and adjusted your shorts before walking over to the small glass table that sat in the middle of the terrace. You sat on Stefan's lap, back to chest and watched in fascination as the man used his blue credit card to make neat lines. "Can I do it?" You turned around to stare at Stefan with the puppy eyes

"Maybe next time" he pulled you back against him "let me take care of you" he murmured softly against your ear

You perked up at the promise of being cared for, you love when Stefan takes care of you. "Mm" you sat back and waited for him to tell you what to do

When Stefan was done he put the card to the side and massaged your hips "go ahead baby". You bit your lip and looked back at Stefan, the man was looking at you so intensely, so full of love and desire. In a situation like this you'd think feelings like that would cease to exist but you can see it, even if it doesn't show as much as you want

You bent down, your nose close to the table and your ass pressed down against Stefan's hardening dick. "Fuck you're so sexy" you heard Stefan groan as he rubbed all over your ass. That egged you on and soon enough you had your finger pressing down on one nostril while you inhaled deeply across one of the lines with the other

The burn always hits you right away, it felt good to have that tingly feeling back. You sat back up and shook your head, "Fuck" you breathed out a sigh of content

It was a sensational feeling, one that you can't get anytime else with anyone else except for Stefan. You were relaxed and soon enough by the time Stefan did both of the other lines, everything you felt emotionally and physically was heightened. You could feel Stefan's hands rubbing all over your body, rubbing up and down your back, his warm breath fanning across your neck, everything. You moaned, high pitched and whiny, not caring about how needy you sounded. You were just intensely horny now

You didn't even realize that you were grinding down against Stefan until he squeezed your hips to stop you. "Get on the table" he smacked one of your ass cheeks and pointed at the table. You didn't want to ask any questions, you just wanted to feel, the urge to feel overrided any other emotion

Without any questions you got on the table, spreading your legs wide. Stefan licked his lips and rubbed his hands up your legs, pulling them apart just a bit more. He pulled your shirt off, eyes darkening when he noticed you didn't have a bra on then he unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles when you lifted yourself up a bit

"So wet for me already"

You moaned softly when Stefan flicked your clit. He knew your body better than anybody else you've ever been with, he touched you exactly how you wanted to be touched. "Tell me what you want me to do" Stefan said while lazily trailing a finger through your folds

You licked your lips "I want you to eat me out and finger me"

With a hum Stefan stood up and grabbed your ankles, making you lay back on the table. He pulled your shorts off completely and threw them to the side. He sat back down, now his face was aligned with your pussy, the prettiest pussy he ever saw. He parted the glistening lips, hearing you whimper from the cool air hitting your exposed pussy. The hole fluttered like it just needed a cock in it but instead of a cock Stefan lowered his head and slowly licked a stripe from your core to your clit

"Fuck, don't tease" you breathed. You let your head lay back against the table as you stared at the sky. You couldn't see Stefan properly as much as you wanted to, the table was too small and your bottom half was literally hanging off of it. You spread your legs out more and held them up

Stefan chuckled, the vibrations going straight through you, making you moan. You let go of one leg to grip Stefan's hair as the older started fucking his tongue in and out of your hole. "Mm so good baby" you whined, grinding your pussy against his face

Suddenly Stefan pulled away and flipped you over so you were on your stomach, feet planted on the floor and ass hanging off the table. He moved the chair out of the way and got on his knees, burying his face back into your pussy. As he licked and nippled on your sensitive clit, he also circled your hole with two fingers and slid both of them in at once. Your knees buckled, eyes rolling back at the pleasurable intrusion

"Tell me how you feel baby. You know I love to hear you"

"Feels s-so good" you whined as Stefan began scissoring his fingers inside, searching for your g-spot. "Right there, right there" you chanted breathlessly when he pressed against your spot. He started ramming his fingers in at a brutal pace as he sucked on your clit harder. Your thighs were shaking and you gripped onto the table harshly, knuckles paling from the grip. It was when Stefan lightly dragged his teeth against your clit that you finally came with a shout of his name

He continued to finger you until you were whining for him to stop because you were getting sensitive. "Okay okay" you said breathlessly as you reached a hand back to pull him away. He kissed your sensitive clit one more time before moving to leave light kisses on your ass cheeks, making his way up your spine until he was standing up behind you, kissing your neck and pressing his clothed erection against your bare pussy

"Wish I had a mirror out here so I can make you look at yourself" Stefan whispered in your ear as he unbuckled his belt. He sloppily kissed and nipped your shoulder as he pulled his hardened cock out. "So needy and submissive, just for me" he moaned softly, now rubbing the tip of his cock between your wet folds

Your pussy pulsated, waiting for him to slide inside of you. "Tell me you need me" he said, leaning back and pulling one of your ass cheeks so he can see as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. "Tell me and I'll fuck you as rough as you want" Stefan wanted to fuck you right now just as much as you wanted him to fuck you but he wanted to hear you say it, he needs you to need him

You looked back at him just as he looked at you, locking eyes with him was scary since he always looked at you so intensely but every time you look at him no matter how scared you get, you also get butterflies in your stomach. You know for a fact that you need him, you really do. He's all you have and he took good care of you when no one else did, you love him

"I need you baby, I need you so much" you replied, not breaking eye contact with him until he began to slowly push into you. You pressed your cheek against the table, mouth open in a silent moan as his cock stretched you open. Once he was fully in with his hips pressed against your ass, he slid a hand up your spine, touch light, making you tingle with anticipation

"Yeah you do" he whispered, more to himself than to you. He grabbed your hair and wrapped his other arm around your waist as he pulled you up, your back just a few inches away from being right against his chest. He started off slow, thrusting in and out at a torturing pace as he left sloppy kisses on your neck. "You'll always need me y/n" he breathed against your neck, kissing under your ear

After that he let you go and set a brutal pace, ramming into you harshly as you balanced yourself against the table. "y-you're so deep" you moaned as he kept hitting a spot that made your legs feel like jelly. He squeezed your hips so tight that you're sure it'll leave bruises but you loved to look in the mirror and see how much he ruined you

"Mhm" he moaned as he pulled your ass cheeks apart and watched his cock move in and out of you "you're taking me like a good slut, making me feel so good" he allowed his eyes to flutter closed as he focused on the feeling of your pussy and how wet you are for him

You closed your eyes as well, your mouth open in a "O" shape. You love when he talks to you like that, praising you yet degrading you at the same time. "Fuck" you shuddered, feeling your orgasm about to hit you head on. Stefan stopped moving when he felt you squeezing impossibly tighter around him, he wanted to fuck you for just a little bit longer

"Don't cum yet baby" he demanded as both of you breathed harshly. He placed small kisses on your shoulder, thrusting slowly a few more times before pulling out completely. You tried to push your hips back to chase his cock but he stopped with a smack on your ass. "Turn around" he said and you didn't dare disobey his commend, quickly turning around. He smiled at you as he watched you sit back up on the table and it was the softest you've ever seen him, he doesn't smile much but when he does it's so beautiful. He looks like a completely different person when he smiles, it reminds you why you fell in love with him in the first place

Stefan rubbed your sides gently, a contrast from the rough way he was just fucking into you. "I love you" he whispered as he slid back into you and started circling his hips against yours. "Tell me you won't leave me" he hugged you to his chest and put his forehead on your shoulder as he continued to slowly thrust in you. You allowed him to hold you tightly as he fucked you slow, but desperately

The sudden switch up confused you, he never really talked like this during sex and he was never really too intimate. Slow sex was never your thing when it came to sex with him but you never knew how badly you needed it from him until now. For some reason it felt even better than the rough sex, you could feel him more, not just his movements but his feelings. He's always so closed off with you but you love him anyway, you want him to open up to you one day

"I won't leave you. I won't ever leave you" you reassured him as he breathed harshly into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, well as close as you both could get. "Talk to me baby" you put a hand in his hair and kissed wherever you could reach. "Talk to me please, just once" you just wanted him to open up you, at least for tonight. You knew he wasn't going to talk but you were begging for him to open up just once so you could help him

Stefan grabbed under both of your knees and lifted your legs up, pulling them wider apart. He placed small kisses on your shoulder and collarbone "did you take the pill today?" he huffed out between groans. You tensed up against him, you didn't take the pill today. It was a busy day and it slipped your mind completely. Fuck, how could you forget the fucking birth control pill? You didn't want to tell him, he'd be mad at you and you didn't want him to be mad at you, not right now. But you didn't want to lie to him either, what if you ended up pregnant and he stopped loving you?

You slowly shook your head no and closed your eyes as tears built up "No, fuck I- I wasn't thinking I'm sorry" you said before he could say anything. But he didn't say anything and he didn't stop or pull out, he just moaned even louder and picked up his pace. He seemed even more determined to fuck you and the thought of him actually wanting to get you pregnant made your pussy clench around his cock

He looked at your face as he rolled his hips into you, he wanted to see your reaction to everything. "You're so beautiful" he said as he wiped away your tears, he groaned "I'm gonna cum and you're gonna take it like a good girl, okay?". You knew that he wasn't giving you an option, he was telling you but even if he did give you an option, you wanted to feel him cum in you, you want it so bad. You nodded then there was no talking after that, you both didn't break eye contact as he fucked you. It wasn't as slow as a few minutes ago but it was still intimate and he was still vulnerable, you could see it in his eyes

Both of you were now in a trance that wouldn't be broken until a mutual release. You clenched around him as you felt your orgasm building up again, every inch of him was rubbing against your g-spot and your legs were practically vibrating around his waist. "You really want me to fill you up, huh? Fucking slut" Stefan said with a smug smile on his face, he knew that you wanted it and the fact that he knew is what pushed you over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm

"Don't stop I'm cum-" your sentence cut off into a choked scream as your body jerked and your vision turned white and fuzzy. Stefan kept a slow and steady rhythm throughout your whole orgasm, waiting until you fell limp onto the table, body relaxed and head feeling light

Stefan grabbed your hips, squeezing tightly and increased his speed. Your body bounced uncontrollably as he slammed into you hard and fast, chasing his orgasm and giving you another one. "Ah, slow down" you whined, feeling sensitive and over stimulated. He slowed down and gave you long deep strokes, his cock throbbed inside of you as he neared his climax

A couple more thrust and he groaned loudly, burying himself deep until his balls were flush against your pussy. With a loud and deep moan he released inside of you "fuuuck" he closed his eyes and his body jerked a couple of times as he continued to penetrate you slowly "mm you take my cum so well" he circled his hips as he leaned forward to catch your lips into a slow kiss

It was so exhilarating, you were high off of him and his touch. You wanted more, you always wanted more when it came to him. "I love you so much" you slurred your words a little as sleepiness started to take over. You winced from over sensitivity as he pulled out "and you won't leave me right? Even if I get pregnant?" You felt like words were just coming out of your mouth without your brain controlling it but you couldn't stop, you were feeling so many things at once and something needed out

You wrapped your arms around Stefan's neck as he picked you up bridal style and carried you into the penthouse. He didn't answer your questions and the pout on your face proved that it was bothering you. He sat you on the toilet for you to pee while he ran some water for a bath "are you okay?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry. You hummed to let him know you heard him and that you're fine

"Use your words baby" he demanded with a tired sigh. Both of you needed some sleep and you were too tired to speak, your high was wearing off and your head was starting to hurt. You got up to get in the bath, slowly sinking down into the warm water and releasing a relaxed breath. You closed your eyes

"I'm fine" you said softly "you- you didn't answer my question" you decided to get the conversation over with. You honestly weren't sure if you wanted to hear his answer because what if he said he can't love you anymore? What would you do? You have nobody else and nowhere to go, he's all you've ever known for the past few years, he's all you ever wanted to know

You relaxed back against Stefan's chest as he got into the tub behind you. "I won't leave you" he whispered in your ear softly, placing a small kiss under it. He grabbed the body wash and squeezed some into his hand to lather it on your skin. "I love you, you're mine forever" he knows how much you love to hear him say that, you are his and he promised to you and himself that he'll take good care of you. "And if we have a baby, then we have a baby. I'm still never going to leave you" he finished, gently massaging your scalp with the body wash

You breathed out a sigh of relief at the confession and the feeling. Of course he loves you, you'd be stupid to think he doesn't. "Promise?" You asked, turning to him with eyes full of joy and hope. He kissed you softly on the lips and smiled "yeah I promise"

Promises are meant to be broken

#chrissy 🐾 🐾#stefan salvatore #stefan x reader #turns out it's also my 2 year anniversary on this app #emotional whiplash #warning he is confusing as fvck #the ending...sorry

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chemdisaster · 1 year

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so...i died. and, like a fool, accidentally pulled the cord of my computer, thus destroying all the footage.

but of course, what matters most is the good times i had while playing on 5llsmp. so in honour of that, i've written a little fic about chem dealing with the aftermath of their death and everything they did to get to that point.

i died to a warden btw. stiff's warden. thank you stiff ❤

None of it matters in the end.

In the end, they die alone.

They die, and their body disappears with them.

They die, and the enchanter is cold in their inventory.

They die, and they die for nothing.

Somewhere far away, a red poppy is placed down with shaking hands.

Chem dies, and the world moves on.

After it all, everyone hugs.

Chem doesn't join in. They've never really liked hugs, and that's what they try to tell themselves as they watch all the other members of the death game embrace. Tearful words being exchanged, all grudges are forgotten in favour of reunion and forgiveness.

Not for Chem. Never them.

The feathers they give to every single person are an apology and a promise to do better. Melou burns his, but that is to be expected. Stiff nods and tucks the feather in their pocket, and they don't say a word.

Zera throws it in their face. Chem doesn't blame them. A ways away from everyone else, they sit on cold stone and dwell on their mistakes.

The enchanter did nothing for them in the end.

Neither friends, nor resources mean a thing in the face of a sonically-charged shriek. Death waits for no one, and Chem is special only in that they're a fool. They had the opportunity to make the most of being trapped by inevitability, and they dug themselves in a deeper hole instead.

A pit.

They were always going to end up alone, weren't they?

The voices are gone. It's just them and their own thoughts now. Chem has never hated silence more.

Caught up in their woeful musings, they almost don't notice when Star sits down next to them, turning a brown feather over in their hands.

Chem doesn't say anything, continuing to trace vague shapes in the stone with their eyes. Star doesn't leave, but does not break the quiet, either.

Eventually, Chem sighs.

“I can’t cry, you know."

No response. For the first time, they look up, and there's a bitter kind of honesty in their voice when they carry on, "You can’t hug me and make it all better.”

Star gazes at the scene in front of them for a moment, then smiles.

“I can try.”

Chem's breath stutters. They glance at them and the sincerity in their expression causes something raw and vulnerable to make a home in their chest.

They can't cry, but their voice cracks anyway as they ask, "Why are you still here?"

Star meets their eyes. A flower crown of red poppies rests atop their head.

"We're friends."

Suddenly, it feels like maybe the dried blood on Chem's upper arms wasn't for nothing. Shuddering, clawed fingers running over patches where majestic feathers used to be, their head drops.

Star gets them. Star gets them and Star is still here and if they look far enough away, they fancy that they can almost see one of their many cracks start to fill with gold.

Chem does not touch Star. But they do move closer to them. And they think that maybe they get that, too.

#5llsmp #5llsmp fanfic #5llsmp chem #5llsmp star #5ll chem #5ll star #worddisaster

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fruit-of-infidelity · 1 year

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Reiji | Dark 3½ ♱

⌜ Scene: School Hallway ⌟

Teacher: Please wait here, Komori-san. I’ll fetch it for you right away.

Yui: Thank you very much.

ー The door closes. ー

( I wasn’t sure where would be best to ask for a fresh uniform… But, thankfully, the office was the right place! )

( I thought I planned ahead, but I guess my period came a little earlier than expected… )

ー There is a brief flashback. ー

Ayato: …Sniff, sniff.

Where’s that smell comin’ from?

Yui: Ayato-kun, please don’t lean in so close.

ー The school bell chimes. ー

Teacher: Please do your best to revise these terms by our next lesson.

Ayato: Oi… Chichinashi, stand up.

Yui: Wait… Just a moment, I’m not ready to go yet.

Ayato: Don’t care, get up. I’d recognise that smell anywhere…

ー He yanks her to her feet as students file out. ー

Yui: A-Ayato-kun! What on earth are you…

Ayato: …Heheh, looks like I was right.

ー He leans in to whisper. ー

Take a look; Reckon you might wanna take a detour to the bathroom?

Yui: E-Eh…?

ー Flashback ends. ー

Uu… How embarrassing!

( Bleeding right through my skirt like that… I don’t usually have such a heavy flow! )

( At least I haven’t heard anymore about it from Ayato-kun since that class. And, in a way, thankfully he pointed it out… )

( Now that it’s the end of the day though, I simply came back to collect my skirt, and… )

( My panties… )

I hope the limousine driver doesn’t mind waiting a few extra minutes.

Reiji: I do hope you took me into consideration, too.

Yui: …!!

R-Reiji-san…

Reiji: Why are you stood out-front the office? Do not tell me you have caused noticeable trouble in your first week, alone?

Yui: That’s not it, at all. You see, I’m just collecting something…

Reiji: Is that so?

Yui: Yes… I’ll only be a few more minutes, I’m sure!

Please don’t wait up for me, I’ll meet you and the others in the limousine.

ー The office door opens. ー

Ryuuto: I believe these are yours?

Yui: E-Eep!

ー Ryuuto appears, holding Yui’s skirt and panties. ー

Reiji: Oh my?

Yui: R-Ryuuto-san!? H-How did you…

( H-He’s holding my panties and skirt like it’s nothing! )

ー She snatches them from him. ー

( How embarrassing!! )

Reiji: Care to explain why Ryuuto was in possession of these?

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈ It's not what it looks like! ( ♥ )

Yui: W-Wha…!

R-Really, this is a big misunderstanding!

Reiji: You understand how this looks for you, do you not? Then, you would understand why I find you hard to believe?

Ryuuto, do you care to comment?

Ryuuto: What can I say? I am simply returning to her what she left behind.

Reiji: “Left behind”? Good grief.

Yui: Pl-Please, it’s really not what it looks like…!

　　❈ How should I know!?

Yui: “C-Care to explain”!? R-Ryuuto-san should be the one explaining…!!

I don’t know why he had my… th-things!

Reiji: Is this why you just insisted I was not to “wait up” for you?Yui: No, it’s not like that!

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Yui: ( There’s no way, I’m going to die of embarrassment at this rate…! )

R-Ryuuto-san… What w-were you doing with my clothes?

Ryuuto: You had left them in the office, hadn’t you? When I heard you had dropped by, I thought I’d return them to you like you ask.

Yui: D-Don’t say it so suspiciously!!

It was a teacher that I asked to return these to me, anyhow!

Reiji: A teacher? This hole is being dug deeper, by the second…

Yui: ( Not in that way!! )

Reiji: What’s more, with the lingering scent of blood...

Yui: That’s b-because… Well…

( Uu… This is awful…! )

Reiji: Go on.

Yui: ( I don’t have a choice! )

Because I’m on my p-period!

Reiji: Does that exclude you from such relations? I think not.

Ryuuto: Whilst you clear the air, I’ll take my leave.

Although, do place your faith in your prey once in a while, Reiji. You may be surprised how far it will get you, fufufu…

Take care now, Yui.

Yui: Wait, you can’t just leave…!

ー Ryuuto teleports away. ー

No way…

( I’m done for. )

Reiji: …Good grief. It appears you need stricter training than I first thought, should this situation truthfully equate to what it seems.

If not…

Yui: … …

Reiji: Well, let us prepare for the worse-case scenario, shall we?

From the top, I’ll have you explain once more.

Yui: ( Uu… What a terrible misunderstanding… )

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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← [ ✥ Dark 03 ✥ ]⎥ [ ✥ Dark 04 ✥ ] → 　　　　　[ ✥ Dark 7½ ✥ ]

#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers oc #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki reiji #reiji route #sakamaki reiji route #reiji sakamaki route #haunted dark bridal #hdbreijidark #haunted dark bridal mini chapters

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utilitycaster · 2 years

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May I request the further meta on the Yu v. BH v. Birdie confrontation? If you’re comfortable sharing further, at least. I always really enjoy/appreciate seeing your thoughts on CR stuff because you always break things down so clearly.

Sure! I think part of it was of course that I was watching it live at what is 10 pm to 12 am my time and so my attitude was "oh my god can we get going" but even after....my problem is that Yu spends the whole time making things worse for themselves, and rather hypocritically keeps demanding transparency from Birdie when she's only lied by omission and Yu has lied for several days straight. She also just feels weirdly empty.

At the start of combat, Orym and Fearne are against Yu, Ashton is annoyed with everyone, and Chetney, Imogen, Laudna, and FCG are inclined to talk, though Chetney does prepare for combat if necessary. By the end, Orym is furious, Fearne's still against them, Ashton is similarly furious with both parties, Laudna is hurt, Imogen is frustrated, and Chetney's proposal (which he proposed fairly early and then everyone talked in circles as Yu dug a deeper and deeper hole for themselves until they finally settled for it, possibly out of sheer exhaustion) gives Birdie exactly what she wants.

The problem is, even if you set aside the veracity of any of these statements, this is what we have on "why am I doing this".

Birdie: she is terrified for Fearne, who is Ruidusborn; she believes a Ruidus-related cataclysm in the Feywild to be imminent; and so she has stolen an artifact and is working with Ira to create a device that will solve this problem. She is willing to go to extremes for her daughter. Basically, typical desperate mother stuff.

Yu: They have been sent by the Unseelie Court to get the artifact back. If they leave, worse assassins will show up. (repeat ad nauseaum).

Like...why is Yu working for Zathuda? Remember, the party didn't see that interaction. We, the audience, know that it's not a great relationship, but the party has no reason to believe that Yu isn't just doing this for money or clout or because it's fun. There's no interiority or motivation that would resonate with Bells Hells, who barely know about the Feywild Courts and do know that Birdie has dealt with the prior assassins. If Yu were to say "if I don't provide results, I'll die", the party has reason to have some sympathy; if they can explain the importance of the Moontide Crown to the Feywild or the Unseelie Court, the party has reason to look at Birdie more unfavorably (since merely stealing something really isn't going to faze this crowd). But at best the argument they give the party is "better the devil fey you know", and at worst they're just pissing people off for no good reason.

I actually found the premise of Dusk - amnesiac, taken by the fey - to be pretty interesting, and I usually roll my eyes at an amnesia plot. By the time Yu left I was just like "oh thank GOD."

#critical role #critical role spoilers

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ballmasonofficial · 9 days

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Hey yall!

Finals are really kicking my ass right now so I wanted to do a little review of prose I found scribbled on pieces of paper in my bag.

*ahem*

head mounted to a wall

roadkill on a street never driven

I bled onto my carpet and nobody came

I cried for the dead cat on the curb and he came back to life

he told me that his head will bring the masses to change

I gave him a crown of thorns soaked in sweat and he pushed it away

No, nothing matters

I am only above or below the present and future.

nothing you can do will bring me to your level

sharp dreams

dreams that don't quite feel like they are

ever so slightly getting worse

registering only as feelings to events

not simply a bad dream

but a dream where death only wakes you up

And so I tried

I tried to make something beautiful and true

I opened my eyes to paint what I saw

Lead can't be that volatile. It's not like I'll die standing next to it. I'm sure lead can't seep into my skin. I'll die as one of Medusas victims. Cold and unfeeling. I already hold her hand as I walk down the hallways. Nobody stares at us anymore. We aren't in love but we want so desperately what love gives. Swift air, fluid and cool, rustling grass that I can't see. I used to be able to see it. I could even feel the dirt beneath the grass as I dug deeper. Now I just stand above the hole. It's not so deep. I'm so young. But it will go unnoticed when it's filled. Bury me with a lead tongue.

as my lines slope down,

my letters become unintelligible,

my thoughts stop and start,

I wonder.

Should I be trying harder?

Should I spend every hour sharpening

what was dulled out by years of misuse

I used to try

to be on top

I only could look down

all I did was look down.

It's a long fall

I didn't want to ruin anyones day

so I did it over water.

I walked here

in the middle of the night

I left my phone in my bed, unplugged

It will die in a few hours

in a few minutes

in a few seconds

Nobody saw me

that made it okay

I'm sure if they did

they'd keep driving

or walking

or singing

or eating, dancing, laughing, writing, painting

I'll be fine

It'll be fine without me

Does the way I think scare you?

The way I slur my words.

I can't think

a rusted wire

that I tried to cut loose.

My handwriting is getting worse

I haven't thought about it in a while

I tasted the rust afterwards

only I have to taste it

Damaged wires make the prettiest sparks

Sorry, I'm used to wiping my blood on a canvas

I really don't see why

I cry over a tapestry

I give thought and care

when it unravels with a tug

I've tried to burn what's left

and I want somebody to love the ashes

She wanted only to become a ghost

to haunt as the one's of her past did

It's one 'o clock and

I've seen humans contorted into the absolute worst of shapes

I've seen things nobody is supposed to

I've seen insides out

the outside go in

Inhuman (Unintelligible)

So real

that I'm no longer scared

nothing really scares me more

than the beads of blood and sweat

Nothing really scares me anymore

Yeah that's really it. I had a rough year. Thanks for reading!!

#Prose #Im so edgy #School #poetry #bored

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whatoncewasdidthis · 1 year

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You.

You saved me from such a deep hole I couldn’t even think of a solution to get out i just dug deeper and deeper cuz I thought that was the case, i dug deeper into my head, let the worst control me and let it fuck me. But you my darling, you tied the knot of a lifetime, you tied the knot that saved me from that hole, you tied it with your love, your touch and your heart, that is now mine, the pure heart is in my hands, the heart of the person who saved me from the deepest pit is mine, YOU are mine, mine and mine alone. I love you with everything i have, i love you more than freya (shhhh ba nazane) you sweetheart, you are that shining thing in my life that is lighting my path, you are everything i asked for, someone i can actually love with no worries and no burden to have, I’m grateful for you Lara, I’m truly happy with you, cant say this enough, but i love you more than life itself. I love you more than the world the holds us two. You are so annoyingly beautiful i cant even control myself not you go through your pics in front of family *angry face emoji*, you’re gonna make me act up one day and get me caught, but honestly how can i not admire you??? You are gorgeous, Gorgeous. I love your face, i love you hands your waist that i put my hands around sometimes, your back that i scratch, your lips that i crave, i tongue that id kill for, and best of all your arms that id die for. I just wanna pick you up kiss you, throw you (on somewhere soft dw) kiss you again, hold you and just stare at you, i just wanna cherish you like i did on our first night, but every night, hold you like that every. Single. Night. I laid on your chest and you held me, i felt love which seem liked in forever, i wanted to stay in that moment for as long as i had breath left in me. I love you baby, i really very much so so do :)

Yours sincerely

Rozh <3

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redwinterroses · 2 years

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“Alright now—Pearl? Pearl.” Scar stopped in the path and put his hands on Pearl’s shoulders, stopping her. He had to look up a bit to meet her eyes—which, as always, were sparkling with mirth.

“Come on, Scar. Are you going to show me whatever this is or what?” There was a smile in her words and tugging at the corners of her mouth, and Scar grimaced. He hadn’t exactly explained anything, just said “Pearl can you come see something real quick” and she doubtless thought this was a run-of-the-mill Boatem prank. He forced his face into an approximation of his usual confident grin.

“Of course I’m gonna show you! It’s just… you know.” He released her shoulders and gave her arm a light, teasing punch. “I just need you to promise not to… freak out.”

“Why would I freak out?” Pearl peered at him more closely, her amusement finally fading. “Scar, are you okay?”

He… wasn’t going to answer that. “Just… just don’t overreact, okay?” Turning around, he took a deep breath and stepped into the shadow of Midnight Alley.

“Grian?” His voice echoed in the shadows. “I’ve got Pearl with me… we’re coming in, okay?”

Nothing moved other than the flicker of candles in the faint breeze, and Scar glanced back at Pearl, whose brow was slightly furrowed. “He’s, ah… he’s back there, somewhere,” he said. “Come on.”

They ventured further into the darkness. Which felt… thicker? It almost had a texture—something wispy and dry that got caught in Scar’s throat and made him cough. And the quiet… it was a lack of sound, but more than that it was as if any sound they made was swallowed up by a larger, hungrier silence. A pang of nervousness shot through Scar. He’d left Grian alone—what if he was in danger?

Some friend he was.

“Pearl, I think—”

“Stop.”

Pearl’s voice was tight, and when he turned to look at her she was pale—even more so than normal, her freckles standing out starkly against white cheeks—and her sword was drawn.

He held up his hands placatingly. “Whoa! What is—”

She grabbed his arm and tugged him back. “Scar, get behind me.”

“No, no, no—it’s just—”

“Scar, don’t argue.” He met her eyes and was taken aback to find them wide with fear. But the set of her mouth was hard and determined. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with. Get. Behind. Me.”

Scar swallowed. He wanted to protest, but the cobwebs in his lungs and the increasing feeling of wrongness in the Alley weighed on his shoulders like a suffocating blanket. And—to be fair. Pearl was scary.

Meekly, he stepped back and let Pearl lead the way, the enchantments on her blade casting a shifting violet glow on the cobbles at their feet. They moved deeper into the narrowing confines of Midnight Alley, and with every step Scar was more sure: something was very wrong, and he had left Grian behind.

He almost didn’t stop in time when Pearl came to an abrupt halt, a sharp breath hissing between her teeth. Scar looked around her—

And his brain stopped.

Something hovered in the air. The something was… massive. Too big for the space. Too big to comprehend, his mind forcing it into something smaller that he could process. It was a swirling cloud of purple and white, pulsing with void-energy that needled into Scar’s skull and fuzzed static around his vision. It was… it was a black hole. It was a mist. It was a flaming comet hurtling toward the earth. It was an explosion of silence. It was wings, and it was eyes, and it was looming over an unmoving Mumbo Jumbo.

Scar’s feet were locked to the pavement, and hands were curled into fists so tight he could feel blood stinging from half-moon cuts where his fingernails dug into his palms. His lungs were frozen, every instinct in his bones was screaming for him to run, that this wasn’t something meant to be seen by mortals, that he couldn’t breathe, that he was going to die, that Pearl was going to die, that Mumbo was already dead—

And then he saw the red in the midst of the storm.

He could never be sure that he had actually seen the creature’s body, or if his oxygen-starved brain fabricated what it wanted to see, but he did see it: the tattered remains of a red sweater tangled and scattering in the center of the being’s form.

He still couldn’t breathe.

“You!” Pearl shouted, raising her sword. Scar wasn’t sure exactly what a sword was supposed to do in this situation, but he didn’t exactly have the energy to stop her. Even as she stepped forward, his left knee gave out and he fell to the ground, barely catching himself and raising one hand to paw at his throat.

“Pearl—” he tried to rasp, but she didn’t hear him.

“Watcher!” Pearl’s voice cut sharply through the sound-swallowing air and the creature’s head snapped toward her, its face a spinning mass of eyes and teeth and something that looked like fear.

Pearl took a step, leaning forward as if into a driving wind. “You’re not welcome here!” she shouted. “Your kind have no power in this world.”

“Pearl—” Scar managed to gasp in a shallow breath, the name coming out more as a rasp than a word.

“I’m giving you one chance to leave in peace.” The creature hissed—and it was like a thousand nails scraping across a thousand glass panes. “Go!” Pearl shouted. “Or I’ll really give you something to watch!”

“Pearl!”

The creature lunged forward, its wings sweeping down. Windows shattered in the sudden vacuum, candles blowing out and leaving them in darkness lit only by a few soul lanterns and the gleam of Pearl’s sword. It snaked its face down toward Pearl, the onyx eyes shifting and morphing above a mouth that was nothing but emptiness and the burnt-ozone stench of the Void. It screamed, and the sound was a shattering symphony of terror and rage and pain.

Pearl’s hair was blasted back by the force of the roar, and she swung her sword back, ready to strike. “Alright—you asked for it, you bird-brained, overgrown—”

“Pearl!” Scar finally managed to drag a full breath into his laboring lungs and grabbed the back of her hoodie. She whirled on him.

“What, Scar!?”

He flapped a weak hand at the looming creature. “That’s Grian,” he managed, before a coughing fit doubled him over.

Pearl froze.

The creature didn’t move.

She lowered her sword.

“Oh, nuggets.”

#creacher grian au #hey haha look more eldritch creacher grian #redwinterwrites #grian #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #I'll reblog this with links to the other parts later #for now they should all be under that first tag

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toji-bunny-girl · 2 years

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nahh bc im literally such a whore for yandere's having to deal with the consequences of their actions and trying to fix everything i loved ur fic sm it's so hard to find that anywhere

all i've been thinking ab is yandere baku messing his lover up just a bit too much―they're broken af and are literally just a shell. but once he realizes this how would he try to build u up once he notices hes in the wrong ??

Yandere!Bakugou

part ⅰ

part ⅱ

part ⅳ

A/N: I swear when yanderes face the outcome of their acts it's so satisfying for me too 😭😭 like, their darlings used to be the ones crying and begging but now when the role’s reversed it’s just <333 (Umm, also, took me about a month to write this so sorry 😭)

Tags and warnings: Yandere, angst, smut, abuse, rape

You fucking swore, a hundred percent, that you weren’t trying to escape as he stalked towards your fallen figure, whites of his eyes turning red as he cracked his knuckles, droplets of water dripping down from his hair and body as you screamed for him to hear, listen to your words or at least see the begging truth in your orbs.

But everything was simply futile, dry, hoarse throat from shouting that you were just putting away his boots and panicking tears falling down your cold cheeks were met with a harsh pull of you hair, burning the whole of your scalp as you yelped, hitting his hand and kicking the air for him to let you go.

You were only dragged towards the bedroom, crawling on all fours as fast as you could to catch up to the long strides he took so that your head would stop aching so much.

“Smart move, eh? Trying to find a way out while I’m showering, not able to watch you,” he scoffed as he stomped on your ankle, your screeching and sobbing entering no one’s ears as he only further dug his feet lower down your feet until a sharp cold ran up your limb, feeling your veins exploding and bone splitting.

Your mouth paused open, lungs failing to breathe and eyes starting to water all over again, spilling down onto the ground as Bakugou squatted down to your height with a raised eyebrow.

And he only took your silence as obedience, pulling you up onto the bed by your arm as you started coughing, scratching his chest away with your almost blinded sight because of your tears, trying to plea him to help you breathe and make the burn of your ankle to go away.

But a smack came down to your wet cheek in response to your choked moaning; so harsh, merciless until it feels like your skin was peeling off as his other hand busied itself with prying your tensed thighs open.

“Ungrateful bitch,” anger bubbled up in his chest as he cursed, ripping your panty off and pumping his cock within his fist for a few times before forcing himself into your unprepped cunt, feeling your muscles squeezing his size so tightly as you let out a pained gasp.

The whole of your body felt as if you were burning. Like you were locked up in hell indeed, skin in flames and the man above your figure was the demon destined to torture you even after death for an eternity.

You could finally catch a set of air when your lungs relaxed a little but the pain from the lower parts of your body was too much to even breathe. Then you felt something cold leaking down from your hole, staining the sheets and your inner thighs as Bakugou’s girth did nothing but worsen the sharp pain in your cunt.

Though, you managed a pained whimper out of your lips, maybe too soft to be heard as he only started to go harder, ramming and pushing deeper into you as you cried out, voice cracking for him to stop because everything hurts so bad that you’ll rather die than feel any second of it.

But it was as if he had fallen deaf, ignoring your piercing screams and thrashing arms, vision fully clouded with rage and fury to punish you for ever trying to leave him, your home and your hope and your everything like he had trained you to think.

When he finally came inside of you, panting and body limp on yours, your mind took this as a chance to run from him. Your limp arms quickly pushed him to the side before crawling under the bed, you knew well enough that you couldn’t hide somewhere far with the throbbing foot you had and the numbness between your legs.

It took him a while to have his high down, his annoyance slightly released deep inside your hole a little ago. And as if everything in his mind settled down back to normal, he finally saw everything.

From the line of blood leading under the bed, inking the bedsheets and wetting the wooden floor to the occasional hiccups through your sobs as you tried to calm yourself down, hands on your arms as you reassured yourself it’s just a terrible, terrible nightmare and you'll wake up really soon.

But it’s not, and Bakugou was never the demon of your nightmare, he’s always been the one of your reality.

His face scrunched up when he lowered his head down under the bed to see you shaking and wailing and screaming into your hands, loud and sharp until he could feel his eardrums bursting.

The blonde huffed a little as he pulled you out by your swollen ankle, noting the trail of red from your hole already flowing down to your calves. Your body jerked away from him, tried to squirm off of his sight as fast as you could but he held your hands together before you could even go anywhere far.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” he tried shouting into your ears, pushing your arms away when you tried to cover them up with your palms.

But you only cursed at him in return, swearing profanities after profanities out of your lips and spitting at his face, eyes holding no fear nor terror nor the slightest bit of uneasiness; just pure, seething craze and madness.

It was as if you were back to when he first captured you, when your mind and body clear from any of his punishments and touch of dirt yet and when you didn’t know how strong the top hero was.

You were just feral and uncontrollable, widening eyes while gritting your teeth as your feet aimed to kick between his legs with one of them swelling red and throbbing in pain.

But it’s fine, Bakugou just had to train you once fucking more then.

And he waited for you to calm down, watched your red, puffy eyes spilling tears after tears as you bawled out until nothing came out of your scratchy throat other than pathetic, airy sobs.

You were still crying after a minute, and two and 10 and when his patience finally snapped, gone as he grabbed your cheeks with his hand.

When your eyes met his through the force of his, fingers digging into your skin and annoyance behind his orbs, it's suddenly cold from the sight of your empty eyes.

It was as if you cried your soul out, leaving nothing in your sockets other than the leaks of tears to tell him how much it hurts to be with him, how difficult it was to breathe in the same air as him.

Then, Bakugou doesn't know what to do with you anymore. Sitting on the cold floor with puddles of tears under your face and the unnatural twist of your foot bugging his mind, he thought, in that moment, he might've broken you.

It was hard when he was cleaning you up in the bathroom, the way he had to rub away your dried up blood that he caused with his own hand and hover his touch over your bruised ankle, scared and terrified of the way it bends cringed his mind.

And Bakugou wasn't sure whether the way you scream like you're going insane and the way he used and abused your body like a doll traumatised him or you; or really, the both of you.

Your last word ever spoken to him, if not for the world to hear; still haunts him in his sleep as you laugh all crazily behind the cage he would used to lock you in about how much you fucking despise and abhor and loathe his existence.

But those very nightmares, might still be the only hopes within his life.

Maybe, you'll finally snap and bite at him instead of sitting by the corner of the house, eyes like a dark void that doesn't shine anymore despite the times he would beg for you to come back, arms around your figure as he sob into your head.

Maybe, the house will finally brighten up again, with your little adorable giggles and the smell of fried rice you would cook together, instead of the silent hallways and the air that constantly reeks of dust and gloom.

And maybe, he'll still have a reason to live.

Bakugou doesn't know what he should do without your soul on Earth. What's the purpose of life when after he killed the girl he swore to protect from the world? What does he do now, when the smiles, your smiles, that he's addicted to are gone by his own hands?

He's absolutely confused, just like a boy lost in the world full of terror.

But he still tries, though. He'll stand you up onto your feet and sway your bodies together while your favourite song plays in the back, or he'll draw the bath up with warm waters to rest the both of you in while talking about his work and how the two of you will spend your birthday together.

He never stop trying, always smiling to himself as he spoon feeds you your meals when underneath his skin, he's tired and scared and shaking just by glimpsing at your two empty eyes.

And lastly, he always apologises by the end of nights, like a prayer before sleep for you to forgive. He didn't mean to go a little overboard with his hitting and shouting and hurting; after all, he was just a man in love.

#yandere bnha #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou angst #bnha angst #bakugou smut #bnha smut #anime #🐰 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 🐰#🐰 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨: 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Such a Messy Affair

this is not a request it’s just me getting this idea out of my head bc I literally can’t stop thinking about Lady D and I can’t get any other work done unless I finish it so here ya go, surprise fic!

Summary: Letting Alcina drink your blood is... messy to say the least

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,896

Warnings: vampire sssssssssmuttttttt, bath sex, biting, blood drinking, blood kink (you know how it is), possessive!Alcina but she is a softie. PSA: don’t do this in real life I beg you

Offering your own blood for your monstrous lover instead of her cutting through the servants like butter seemed an easy solution at first. You figured, with her pristine and noble behaviour, it’d be a quick and simple activity to do every couple days or weeks. She’d let you recover, eat some food, and maybe spend some time ravishing you while you rested on the bed. That sounded nice.

And sometimes it was like that. Sometimes it was a couple of drops, and she was fine. Sometimes you could still stand afterwards, and there was only a dull throb in your neck for a few hours.

But you hadn’t realized what your offer really meant. You hadn’t exactly seen how Alcina would feed on anyone else, and thus you weren’t prepared for one of the first times where she really, desperately, needed to feed.

It was late one night, and though Alcina barely ever slept, she would always come see you and spend time with you even if it meant she wouldn’t stay to slumber by your side. She had been out and about with her daughters, and when she got back she spent more time in the wine cellar than usual.

You were waiting up for her patiently, but your mortal body didn’t like that, and you had almost drifted off to sleep when the door slammed open. Alcina looked pale, nearly sweaty, and downright feral as she stared at you from the doorway. You knew immediately that she was hungry.

You had barely offered her to drink your blood when she had stumbled into the bedroom, golden eyes flashing red, and you were pushed back onto the mattress, her whole body covering yours in a flash.

You squeaked in surprise as she tugged the collar of your shirt down, smoothing your skin with a trembling hand before pressing her fangs into the tender flesh without hesitation. Before, she’d stab you just a little, leaving a surface level cut, and then suck the wound. This time, she pushed even deeper, mouth growling and moaning against your skin. Your head swam as you felt her draining you.

Then she pulled away, suddenly, and the deep puncture wounds kept oozing blood. Usually, she’d spend her sweet time licking up the last few red streaks, but something told you she wasn’t interested in that tonight.

She yanked the shirt even further down, ripping the fabric, and then her teeth sank into your upper arm, taking you by surprise. A sharp ‘oh!’ escaped you, and Alcina grunted in approval at the sound. Your fingers twitched as they started to feel tingly and she managed to compose herself enough to pull away before your arm dried up and fell off entirely.

She straddled your legs as she sat up, chin smeared with blood and resembling her daughters more than usual. You knew she didn’t place all of her weight on you, because otherwise you would definitely die by being crushed. Instead, you felt her presence on you, a comforting heaviness that made your heart and mind woozy.

Alcina tugged off her gloves with her snarling teeth, and grabbed your waist, shuffling down to your middle and biting right through the fabric of your shirt just above your hip.

Her hands gripped your thighs, keeping them still, reminiscent of how she’d pin you down when she fucked you with her tongue, and you couldn’t help but squirm as something warm that wasn’t blood flooded your core.

Warm blood kept trickling down your neck and soaking the fine silken sheets underneath, but you were both too far gone to notice it. She didn’t drink as much from this wound as the other two, sucking lightly and laving her tongue over your heated skin, and now you really were turned on.

Your hand grabbed at her curled and styled hair, pushing through the dark locks to hold her head as you whined. You would have lifted your head to look at her, to see those hungry eyes stare at you, but you thought a movement that simple would still definitely make you pass out at this point.

You whined in protest as she pulled away, releasing your body, shuffling off of your legs. You heard her heavy breathing, saw her tall shadow in the dim firelight, and knew that in a few moments, the well-mannered, sultry-voiced matriarch would come back to you.

You were sticky down below, nearly embarrassingly so. You weren’t wearing pants, and your underwear was soaked, though now it seemed it wasn’t just the arousal that was staining it.

You raised a hand to your neck, tracing the sensitive and abused skin and pulling away to find streaks of blood along your fingers.

“Oh.. my..” you heard Alcina breathe, “I believe I have turned you into a bit of a massacre, dear one.”

You chuckled weakly, head spinning from blood loss and arousal, and you wished you had the strength to get up and fuck Alcina yourself, but your consciousness was slipping.

“I have to clean you up,” your lover began, hovering over you once more, tender hands reaching to hold you.

You shook your head, “n-no.. don’t have the strength..”

Alcina hesitated, but saw your eyes glossing over, and relented.

“At least let me stop the bleeding,” she murmured. You nodded, and barely registered her pressing fabric or bandages of some kind to all three wounds.

“Oh, I’ve really pushed you this time, didn’t I, sweet girl?” Alcina muttered apologetically as you laid there, limp and nearly asleep. You managed a near-drunken smile and raised your hands to beckon her closer, to hold you.

“Hmm.. don’t mind,” you replied. Her body dipped onto the mattress, tutting at the blood stains, and quickly removed her expensive dress so that you came in contact with glorious, soft and pale skin as she cuddled you. “Sleep?”

“Sleep,” Alcina agreed, and you drifted off.

When you woke up, the world was a little clearer again, and you felt refreshed. You still felt somewhat empty, and weak, but not as bad as before. You were still in the bed, and still covered in dried up blood, but the sheets were changed and you were lying on a large towel to catch any other drips.

“I was going to clean you up while you were sleeping, but I feared I’d hurt you,” Alcina said softly. You saw her sitting at the vanity, in a white silken bathrobe, brushing through her hair.

You sat up slowly, peeling the bandages off of you. The holes had closed up, and there seemed to be no infection, much to your relief.

“I must apologize, I don’t know what came over me,” Alcina said, watching as you inspected the wounds, “I just... I needed...”

“It’s alright,” you said, meeting her eyes with a sweet smile, “you haven’t eaten in a while, and you seemed to be so drained that.. well, I can’t expect you to not be.. ravenous once in a while.”

“Hmm,” Alcina sighed, tapping her fingers on her desk as a servant came in with a platter of food. She helped you sit up and placed it over your lap.

“Eat, my pet,” Alcina said once you were alone again, “you need your strength.”

“You’re not still hungry, are you?” you asked as you dug into the bread and meats you had in front of you.

“No, no,” she waved her hand in dismissal. Then, after a pause, “at least not for your blood, sweetling.”

You nearly choked on your food at the dark tone her voice had suddenly taken on. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed, her robe loosening enough so you could see more of her ample cleavage, but still left you craving more.

She sat down next to you, inspected your body, and her nostrils flared as she looked over the dried blood staining your skin. You kept nibbling on some bread, knowing you face must be flushed.

“You reacted... differently, than how you normally do when I drink from you,” she murmured, her low voice making you tremble. She had impeccable smell, and you knew she would have been able to sense your arousal when she had pinned you down and feasted on you.

You blushed, but managed to say, “you were very... insistent. Like how you are when we’re in bed, and I guess my body just...” you lifted a shoulder and shrugged to finish your sentence.

Alcina tilted her head in thought, and a wide, gorgeous grin took over her face, making you tremble underneath her gaze.

“I’ve had a bath drawn,” she said, switching the topic suddenly. “Let me clean you up? Please?”

You nodded before you even realized it, and she tugged you away from your meal, lifting you in her arms before heading into the bathroom.

She let you undress yourself, slipped off her robe and stepped into the bath, a loud, pleasured groan escaping her as the hot water surrounded her. You blushed, and hurried after her.

Getting into the bath was a workout in itself. You had to hoist yourself up and climb over the edge quite unceremoniously. Alcina caught you before you submerged into the water and let you climb into her lap.

Her finely manicured nails scratched along your scalp, helping ease the tension and making you sigh contently, leaning forward and letting your head drop on the tops of her breasts. A deep chuckle from her vibrated through you, and some of the water around you rippled with the motion.

One of the puncture wounds on your neck had opened up again, oozing a little blood. You only noticed because Alcina had pounced on it with her wicked tongue before you could react.

“I can always smell you so clearly when you’re in the bath with me,” she grunted, “every part of you. Your blood, sweat.. and arousal.”

You whined as her hands wrapped around you tightly, her mouth pressed against your neck. Your back arched, head tipping back, and you grabbed at her hair, now wet and silky from the water.

The blood was already washing off of you from the water alone, but Alcina kept her promise and grabbed some soap and a washcloth, rubbing along your body. Your eyes fluttered, your hips bucked, and you felt like drowning in her touch.

The blood was gone quickly, and the wounds didn’t threaten to drain you dry anymore, but Alcina kept washing your body with a gentle touch. She lowered her head to your neck again, this time pressing soft kisses until you trembled.

Determined not to let her have her way entirely, you yanked sharply at the dark tresses in her hair. You knew how sensitive she was along her scalp, and how much she enjoyed it when you pulled. Her head shot up in surprise and a strained gasp escaped her mouth.

You took the opportunity and lunged forward to kiss her on her lips, slipping your tongue inside with a vengeance.

A hand slid between your wet bodies and cupped your sex without hesitation, and you squealed, your legs locking at the sudden pressure.

Alcina began gently rubbing along your slit, the palm of her hand pressing into your clit, and you held onto her for dear life, gasping raggedly.

“Tell me how it made you feel, dear,” she hissed, “when I feasted on you, when I needed you.”

You squirmed, arched your back, bit your lip and whined as her fingers pressed a little harder, threatening to slip inside but not quite.

“I-I felt..” you began, gasping as her long tongue stroked up your neck to behind your ear.

“I felt.. like I was floating,” you tried again, “like I was swimming in.. in air, and- and you were the only thing grounding me.”

“Oh?” there was a teasing and light-hearted tone in Alcina’s voice, but her grip tightened and you knew she was enjoying this.

“W-with your hands..” you sighed, pleasure clouding your mind, “so strong and holding me down, so I wouldn’t float up all the way to space.. keeping m-me where I- where I belong. In our bed, in.. in your arms.”

Alcina snarled with lust, and pushed inside your cunt with three unforgiving fingers. You cried out, nearly screamed, as she began thrusting relentlessly. The water was already brimming the edge of the tub, and now it was spilling onto the bathroom floor with loud sloshes. You could barely hold on as you clung to Alcina’s neck, letting her one hand fuck you and the other grab your waist as she bounced you in her hold, because you couldn’t find purchase for you feet to move yourself.

She fucked you until you nearly blacked out, the rough pace and your still-sluggish brain making you limp in her grip. All you could do was whine and plead, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere you could reach.

With a sharp jab and a curl of her fingertips you came, unabashedly, all over her hand. You couldn’t smell your arousal over the flowery bath oils, but you knew she could, and her breathing was ragged in your ear as she slowly stroked your inner walls, feeling you clench around her.

You could barely catch your breath before her mouth was on yours, hard and sloppy, and you knew she needed release as soon as possible. But it was a bit difficult with the current position you were in. Going down on her would surely end in drowning and your arms were not long enough to reach under the water between her legs.

“Alcina..” you whispered, making her golden eyes focus on you intently. You snuggled a little closer, kissed her chest and practically climbed up her body to meet her gaze.

“Will you... will you touch yourself for me?” you asked, voice timid. Alcina stared into your eyes a moment, and you pressed on, “I wanna see you come undone. Like this. A-and I can’t.. you know.. reach.”

That made her smile a bit, and you brimmed with glee at the sight. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand dipped underneath the water. First her fingertips would rub against her clit, you knew. They’d tease against the hood and her lips until she was riled up.

You wouldn’t be able to see through the bubbles and water down below, so you kept your gaze on her face. Watched the small lines that formed between her brows as they furrowed in concentration. Her eyelashes fluttering as she pressed a little harder, her lips parting a bit more as she breathed a little deeper.

You bit your own lip, and felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You knew then, when she was hot and squirming, she would ease the hood back and press directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making short, quick motions with her fingers until her hips began rocking.

You had seen it all, had delved between her legs with abandon, had used your hands until they ached, and your jaw until you felt numb. But this.. seeing her come undone, seeing it in her eyes and face.. It made you burst with love and lust.

“That’s it..” you urged as the water began sloshing again, and she began working the whole of her arm, “you look so beautiful, Alcina.”

She groaned deeply, head tipping back, revealing a creamy neck that begged to be sucked. If this was how she felt when seeing your throat, you could understand why she had barely any control when feeding from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered as you leaned forward, kissing her chin and going down her neck, “only yours. I wanna watch you come, so badly, mistress.”

“Fuck.”

You smiled, looked up at her, and kept going, “to know that I make you feel like this.. I really am the luckiest human in the world, hm?”

“O-oh, little one,” she whined, bucking her hips, nearly throwing you out of the bath. You wondered how many fingers she had inside herself.

“Will you come for me?” you asked, sweetly, “will you come for your pet?”

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you purred, losing yourself in your train of thought as you pressed your face in her neck, “I just wanna be of service to you, my lady. Wanna please you.”

With a loud cry that was a borderline roar, Alcina’s arm tensed, fingers rubbing vigorously, and her hips raised out of the water and locked. You were raised out of the water too, and held on for dear life as tremors overtook her body.

You leaned forward and kissed her as she gasped and thrashed about. One of her hands grabbed the back of yoru head and pushed you as close to her as possible.

“Love you,” you mumbled as she fell back in the water again, her arm going limp, “love you more than anything.”

Her chuckle made your head spin, and her hands trailed up and down your back, like they did when washing you. She was still breathing heavily, but the lust and hunger in her was finally sated.

“You’re perfect, sweetling,” she whispered, raising your hands to her mouth and kissing along your palm. You instantly cupped her face and swiped your thumb along her cheekbone.

“The perfect little pet,” she sighed.

A/N: i saw a head canon somewhere that Alcina has a loyalty kink? Yeah I agree :) let me know if you like it~

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could i get 16 with chan and eating you out 🥵🥵

thank you for requesting baby

『 16. “fuck, you like that, don’t you?”.

pairing — chan x reader

genre — smut , movie day cuddling with chan gone wrong

word count — 1.289k 』

smut under the cut !

with overbearing hours and numerous work tasks to fill them it was safe to say that you and chan worked your absolute asses off that week. the both of you were barely home and when you were, it was much too late to do much of anything and it mostly resorted to eating a small dinner and going directly to bed. but it was a rainy weekend finally. you and chan had slept so much on your off day that you thought it was pretty comical how you both woke up at the same time that dreary saturday afternoon.

with the rain beating against every window in your apartment and thunder wavering in the darkened skies, you thought today would be more than a perfect day to finally relax and watch a film. Chan was quite excited about it also and suggested that you two watch a movie that was actually interesting. alas, the both of you settled on a marvel movie and collected blankets and snacks to sit on the couch with. the living room was dark and the size of your shared plasma tv was so inviting, your living room was quite a comfy feel especially on rainy days like this. chan was grateful for being able to spend it with you and it was quite obvious, he hadn’t unwrapped his hands from around your body ever since the movie started. you didn’t mind because he was warm and to be frank, you missed him. his head fell into the crook of your neck before he perched it up instead.

“baby I missed you. I feel like I haven’t saw you at all this week”, he admitted into the space between his face and yours. you take your eyes off the screen and instead play with his crinkly messy hair with a pout of agreement. “aw I missed you too. our work schedules were insane. but it’s alright I’m happy we get to spend time together finally”. you smiled lightly and chan did the exact same, leaning in for a small peck on your lips. once you both pulled away chan felt a tinge of disappointment at the lost. The delicacy of your lips made him realize that not only has he not been seeing you as often as he’d like but he realized he wasn’t touching you either. his eyes fall over your features, your neck was vacant. he remembered on your normal weeks he left with at least a couple of hickies from the day before. but this week your skin was free of evidence from his ministrations and he wholeheartedly felt guilty.

he pulls you closer and you think it was just a loving gesture. which it was, only chan wanted to make sure your body was in reach. he starts off latching his lips to the skin of your cheek while cupping the other with one hand, brushing his tongue along the underside of your neck. you threw your hand on Chan’s thigh with a small sigh of delight and shock. you could feel his teeth grazing ever so slightly over the tender flesh of your neck, gifting you a sanctuary of hickies and marks that you knew you’d never be able to cover. your heart sank when the both of you exchanged heated gazes for a swift moment — the moment right before he slipped his hands underneath your shirt and toyed with your nipples while sticking his tongue in your mouth. you approved it’s entrance and started sucking on it a little, a move that chan was quite fond of. his tiny groans of need were the cause behind the moisture and heat in between your legs.

he cups his hand over your clothed pussy and massages it while his lips overlapped yours, entrapping you in a sequence of saliva filled kisses that left you thoughtless for a while. he could feel you subtly grinding into the palm of his hand in need of more friction for your aching bud. “oh my god I’ve been such a bad boyfriend to you— your pussy hasn’t been devoured in days”. he spoke in a hushed tone between kisses. you whine a little at the thought, chan spoiled you with many things and frequent oral sex was one of them. it was a shame really, how long it’s been since you felt his lips on your pussy.

he wasted no time lying your body down on the couch and wrestling your pants and panties off tossing them across the room. you breathed and spread your legs wide so he could see how puffy and wet it was just for him. just for his mouth. just for his tongue. he grips the creases of your thighs and pulls you downward closer to his face. he lowers himself hovering over it just enough to gather saliva between his cheeks and spit a thick line of it over your sopping wet folds. he lowered himself yet again to clean up his mess, eyes giving a death glare to the chubby clit that was peaking up from your spongy hood. your back arches off the couch a bit at the immediate feeling of Chan’s soft lips against your most sensitive parts and the way his nose nuzzled against your pubic mound. no matter how much he ate you his mouth could never get old.

you worked your hands through his hair with the movie not even having a place in your mind anymore. Chan’s thick lips were framed deliciously against your folds, lapping up his mess made even more of a mess as gushes of slick extenuated from your hole. chan made it his mission to taste every crease, nook and cranny he could get to. your pussy was his playground and he never got tired of playing. he flat tongues the whole glistening organ, a pretty mixture of his saliva and your own juices leaking to your inner thighs. you wiggle your hips a bit and whine, throwing a hand back to grip the arm of the couch behind you. “fuck channie”. but chan never talked much during this, it was his art after all. instead he lets his tongue do the talking, sucking on the bundle of nerves just beneath your hood. chan could die like this. small satisfied groans bubble from his throat while he devours the throbbing little organ ahead of him. god chan wanted to die just like this.

the room was practically sweltering in the moment and the moist folds of your pussy was so raw and hot against Chan’s mouth. your breathy whimpers hitched their way out into the surrounding air and you rut your hips against his mouth unable to get enough. chan parts the petal lips with his hand, revealing the inner parts that begged for his attention also. upon sight he spits yet again and dug his tongue into your hole, everything sticky and adequately warm. you squirmed above him with your chest heaving in absolute bewilderment, he always devoured you as if you were the last meal he’d ever have. “channie! fuck—fuck I’m going to cum in your mouth”. your cries stroke his ego and it’s just what he needed to delve his tongue deeper into you without a care in the world for how much you could take. the finger shaped bruises he was making in your skin due to his strong grip had began to hurt, and the slurping noises overpowered the sounds from the television, unbearably obscene. the way you cried above him made him impossibly hard but he refused to touch himself during this. he loved making this moment strictly for you and his own enjoyment. you sob, vaguely recognizing the tears that were cascading down your cheeks. the pleasure overwhelming you and making you see white, an orgasm settles deep in your belly and the need to cum surpassed anything else. your pussy contracted as he continuously tongue fucked you, he was going to make you cream all over his tongue as if his life depended on it.

“fuck, you like that don’t you? you’re so fucking cute when you shake on my face like this”.

#chan smut #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

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