#(and then it was straight to my chest. not even a sore throat first! usually I get a lot of build up and can often get ahead of a bad cough

[transmascissues]

some thoughts about top surgery recovery, as of 3 days post-op:

when they say using your chest muscles sucks afterward, i never realized exactly how much was going to be be limited. coughing, sneezing, hiccuping, laughing — all of it is terrifying right now. even talking for too long starts to put that kind of stress on my chest, and my voice isn’t as strong as it usually is. it takes me forever to fully empty my bladder when i’m on the toilet because i’m totally relying on gravity to do all the work (and shitting was effectively impossible without a stool softener even though i haven’t taken the pain meds they said i would need them for)…and don’t even get me started on figuring out how to wipe (hint: back to front while sitting, using my dominant hand to push my non-dominant hand far back enough). using the computer is also harder — i was planning on playing lots of baldur’s gate after, but for the first couple days i could only really go for a few minutes before using my arms that way got too tiring. having a mastectomy pillow has been an absolute godsend when i’m using my phone because i can prop my arms up on it and not really have to use any muscles at all to hold them up.

the biggest piece of not being able to use my chest muscles right now, which i’m writing separately because it’s been such a huge thing for me, is that i cannot sit up or back by myself at fucking all. like, if i sit on the couch and lean back a bit to sit against the cushion, it hurts to pull myself back up to fully straight — and if i’m leaning back any more than that, i just can’t do it at all and i’m stuck there unless my boyfriend puts their hands behind me and pushes my dead weight back up. i totally get why some people sleep in a recliner now because i’m completely at the mercy of having someone there to help move me around once i’m at any sort of angle. sitting back is mostly the same as far as what i can do, and arguably hurts worse to attempt at all, but my ability to do it seems to be coming back faster than my ability to sit up. if you’ve never had your mobility limited to that extent before, prepare yourself: the first time you’re stuck somewhere and the person who normally helps you doesn’t answer immediately can be really fucking scary (i learned that the hard way).

the anesthesiologist warned me that i might have a sore throat after surgery from being intubated, but i was not prepared for what “sore throat” ended up meaning for me. you know that feeling of swallowing something that’s too big and you can still feel it in your throat even after it’s down? it’s like that times 20, and further down in my throat. the worst pain i’ve felt in the last three days wasn’t from the surgery itself, it was from trying to swallow pancakes when my throat was at it’s worst. today is the first day it’s even started to fade, and even now, it hurts just to swallow my own spit. i don’t know about you, but that’s not what comes to mind when someone tells me “you might have a sore throat”.

on that note, the incisions themselves have really been the least painful part in general, probably because the nerves there aren’t reconnected yet. the vast majority of my pain and discomfort at this point has been from the drains and bandages — the drain sites getting sore or just randomly starting to sting, waking up feeling suffocated by the ace bandages, etc. it’s not because anything is wrong with them — the drains weren’t placed wrong and the bandages aren’t too tight, they’re just a huge pain in the ass to deal with 24/7. i can’t express how much i’m looking forward to getting the drains out and being able to take binder breaks because it’ll make things so much more comfortable.

my incisions are connected in the middle because my chest tissue was all really close together, and the part where the incisions connect is really the only part where i’ve felt any pain so far. i suspect it’s because the swelling on either side is making that part of the incision push together and press against itself, and then the binder pushes on it even more. it’s not a severe pain at all, but i do sometimes lift the center of the bandage off my chest for a second to give that spot a bit of a break.

i’ve already started getting some of the weird sensations associated with nerves reconnecting, and it definitely is wild. so far, it’s been mostly tingly feelings, sometimes like chills and sometimes more like a limb falling asleep. (weird observation: taking a shit makes my ribs tingle? i’ve got no good explanation for that one.) i’ve gotten a zap on one side and some buzzing feelings too. it’s pretty mild right now, probably because it’s so early on.

i’ve also gotten what i would describe as phantom boob feelings, especially on the first night. specifically, when i close my eyes, sometimes i’ll feel like someone is touching or jiggling the boobs i don’t have anymore. definitely not a super pleasant experience, but i think being out of it from the anesthesia still really helped me not be too upset by the worst of it. i’ve gotten a couple little phantom nipple touches too, but those were just split second blips of sensation that were far less bothersome in comparison.

i never realized that the classic post-op hunch is caused more by the binder than by the body itself, but we had to take all of my bandages off the night after my surgery to send pictures of something to my surgeon, and i was shocked by how much straighter i could sit with everything off. i was definitely still hunched, but it was more like a natural slouch and less like i looked like i was using an invisible walker. with the binder on, it’s super uncomfortable for me to try to stand straight at all because it feels like the ace bandage doesn’t come with my body and just drags everything down, and i’m always holding my mastectomy pillow or my hands to my chest while i walk around to stop it from feeling like gravity is going make the bandage tear my chest open.

every so often, when things are getting especially painful or uncomfortable or just generally difficult, i do start to wonder if i made the right choice. not because i regret getting rid of those things — not by a long shot — but because it’s a fucking hard process to go through. this is probably the hardest thing for me to admit, but the rational part of my mind knows it’s natural to feel that way once in a while. all of this is temporary and the relief from dysphoria will be permanent, but right now? this is my entire world and it doesn’t feel particularly temporary and i do have moments of “why do i have to go through all this when other people get to just have the right body from the start? why couldn’t i just live with what i had? why can’t i just be living my normal life right now?” no matter how sure you are of your choice, no matter how proud you are of being trans, this shit is hard and it’s okay to feel that.

i’m going to put the pictures of my chest one day post-op under the cut, because i think it’s pretty rare to see pictures from that soon after the surgery. they’re not gorey at all — the actual incisions are totally covered by steri strips and everything around them is clean — but still, if you don’t want to see relatively fresh surgery results, don’t look under the cut.

for all the discomfort and pain and limitations and other weirdness of recovery, every time i look at these pictures it reminds me of exactly why i’m doing all of this, and i’m so glad i kept fighting for this for so long. some people might never understand why someone would choose to go through this whole process, but i know it’ll be worth it in the end.

here’s my chest one day post-op! i think it looks super good and my surgeon said it looks like it’s healing perfectly (as much as it can be healing at one day). for reference, my chest was a DDD/F before surgery. i know this isn’t how my chest will look in the end, but i’m already thrilled with how things are turning out! i’ve truly never been more confident in my choice of surgeon — like, come on! look at that! she did so good!

#top surgery adventures #<- gonna start putting all the posts about my top surgery in that tag #top surgery #trans man #transmasc

[rarestdoll]

a sight for sore eyes (pt.1)

prompt: mizu just can't seem to escape you no matter how hard she tries, even in her dreams

tags: lesbian, 18+, black fem!reader, using she/he pronouns for mizu, they/them for reader!

warnings: none yet! nsfw in later chapters!

with that, mizu makes her arrival around midnight, just as shop is about to close. slipping through the alleyways and back roads, she heads straight for the noodle shop. she half wonders if ringo will want to see her, especially for all the time she's been gone and for her lack of letters. she knows ringo is soft hearted with an even softer soul so it wouldn't be out of his nature to be upset over something like that especially when it came to mizu. the thought of it makes her brow knit together, frown forming at the edges of her mouth, nervous to see her friend(s) again. she takes a deep breath of the cold air, letting the crisp shock her back into a somewhat calm state, and she steps into the restaurant.

chest first she is met with hot soba broth, colliding head on with something- no someone soft, and bowls are sent flying to the floor. she doesn't even have time to react before the person has their hands all over her, dabbing and wiping with a cloth that seemed to have come from nowhere while spewing out a rapid mixture of curse words and apologies, the first directed at themselves while the later are at her.

“i'm so fucking sorry sir, i didn't even see you there! i must've been so wrapped up in my head and then you suddenly appeared and i’m the only one in shop right now and i…” mizu is barely paying at attention to the words coming from the person SHE bumped into, only able to stare at the gloss coating plump lips, the rich brown of their skin, the shine of their dark spiraling coils and even shinier brown eyes. she doesn't know what to do with herself, heart beating almost dangerously fast to the point where she finds herself reaching up to clutch her chest to as if to slow it down. she feels hot all over, not just from the noodles but something else, like she's sitting in a suffocatingly hot iron cauldron and she can't find enough moisture in her mouth to swallow down the huge lump that's formed in her throat.

“uhhh i um” she says dumbly, finally finding her voice and hoping the person she's blathering in front of doesn't notice the cracks in it. “no i'm sorry i was not watching where i was going and i did not check twice before entering and i swear i am usually not this clumsy and uh…” she trails off lamely as the person laughs melodically, eyes twinkling in mirth and curiosity and mizu thinks she's never seen anything prettier than the sight before her now.

mizu doesn't realize that she's still clutching her chest until the stranger reaches out to unbind her hand from the front of her cloak, a look of concern crossing their face as they examine the huge wet spot on mizu’s clothing. mizu is taken aback by the gentleness, stomach flipping again for the second time today but this time for an entirely different reason, absentmindedly letting the strangers roam their hands further along her torso.

“are you feeling hurt anywhere? that food was very hot and i am sure you must have gotten burned from its temperature, would it be alright for me to take you to the back to take a look at any possible injuries?” the stranger questions sincerely, face knit with worry and round eyes so big it reminds her of a baby doe and she wants to smooth out the creases in their forehead. adorable. a voice chimes in her head making her eyes widen in both denial and realization. she feels the burn of eyes of a few people leftover in the shop on her and quickly moves to distance herself from the stranger, shaking her head so hard that she almost strains it.

“no,” she manages out, fixing the front of her cloak to ensure that her bindings aren't showing from the stranger’s hand musing her clothes about. “i'm fine, is there any way i can repay you for the spilled food and for your kindness?”

the stranger's face slips back into the same from before, curiosity overpowering amusement more than anything, a kind smile gracing their glossed lips once more. “the boss is away for a few hours to run a few late night errands, if you would be so kind to help me finish the dinner rush and then i could treat you to a nice bowl of soba, a hot bath, and some company and that will make things even, do you accept?”

mizu rolls the idea around in her head a few times, deciding if this was even a good idea given what she originally came here for. seeing that is was trickling down to closing time and there were quite a few people left in the restaurant, maybe the stranger did genuinely need assistance so why not. thoughts about what could come after filled mizu’s mind and she found it even harder to say no now.

“alright, i will help you. however, would it be possible for me to receive a change of clothes, it seems that mine are quite ruined now.” she says, plucking the now cooling broth soaked cloth away from her skin in slight distaste, now smelling like soy and green onion.

the stranger only laughs at this, turning lightly on their heel to lead mizu towards the back end of the shop, slipping into the storage area to hand mizu what looked like cleaning supplies before rounding their way back into the kitchen, “oh there is no need to change silly, you will only get messier until closing! now would you be so kind to clean up the spill that you made and then once your done you can help me re-serve that order to our waiting customers!”

“what the fuck have i gotten myself into?”

once the door flaps shut behind the final customer, mizu slumps onto the nearest floor cushion, rubbing tiredly at her wrists. she hadn't worked this hard since she first started to train, wrists aching pathetically from the amount of soba laden bowls she had carried in the last hour. you had introduced yourselves to each other earlier and mizu could feel her face redden when you repeated her own name back to her in a giddy tone, eager to finally be able to put a name to her face. she feels slightly guilty, ashamed to be thinking of another person this way when she should be focusing on finding her friends. but for some reason she just can’t bring herself to care too much at the moment. she will find them first thing in the morning and besides she can’t turn down a hot meal and equally as hot bath (although she’s looking forward to being in your presence more). sighing as she settles herself into a reclined position on the floor, she scans the room looking for your silk robe clad form, fingers twitching when she spies you across the room tending to the leftover dishes in the wash area. she wants to help you but you scolded her like a child, telling her to wait for you to be finished then you both could eat. her stomach growls in remembrance and she frowns lightly, wanting nothing more than for you to be finished. like she's hoping for something, more than dinner and some fresh clothes, more than just company. her ears burn at the thought and she forcibly shakes it from her mind, guiltily flicking her eyes towards you in hopes that you didn't somehow read her mind.

“you know, i used to watch you sometimes.” you pipe suddenly, hands still sink deep in dish water. you continue to scrub, lips quirking up into a solemn smile at the reminiscence, “up in the mountains, training your heart out, always wondered just exactly who was this onryō that everyone was so scared of. but you were not the only one who was an outcast.” you speak calmly, like you've already rehearsed what you wanted to say, but with a certain sadness that mizu recognized, akin her own. she hears the small shake in your voice as you continue, “as a child i spent so much in kohama’s forest. my father’s sister grew up on the outskirts of the town, hidden away from prying eyes because she looked almost exactly like me, which in turn meant i too was hidden away. i lived with her for most of my life, until i turned eighteen then i was sold off to a group of bandits in kyoto.” mizu feels herself dim at the mention of the men, already knowing what you mean without you having to even fully explain it. “‘i never seen a creature like you before’ they would say.” you fidget uncomfortably, shaking the shudder that started to rack through your body, pushing yourself on for the sake of getting to the point. “what i’m saying is, i’ve see you since i was a kid. i think we are both the same in a lot of ways, except i’ve never raised a sword in my life. i did, however, end up slaughtering those men. a few tried to have their way with me while i slept so i slit their throats with my kitchen knife in return.”

this punches a surprised laugh out of mizu, not because she didn't believe that you would do that but because she knew you could. “i’m not sure why you are telling me any of this but i am glad that you managed to escape from there. those scum deserved nothing but what they had coming to them.”

“oh it was ringo that actually helped me. funny thing is, the big sweetheart ended up killing more men than me!”

the mention of her friend makes her shoot up from the floor, making her way into your space in less than five strides. the strength of her grip as she grasps your wrists in near desperate manner makes you gasp harshly, not at all expecting her hands to be so inhumanly cold.

“ringo?! you know ringo?!”

“well yes! he owns the shop, meaning he is my boss. he should be back soon!” a wide grin graces mizu’s face at the news. seems like what she was looking for has been here all along! she slumps her shoulders in relief as if a huge weight has been lifted off of them. you eyes follow her curiously, faintly wondering what business a lone samurai has with ringo but mizu just smiles loosening her hold on you slightly to guide you away the sink back towards the seating area.

“you sit down, you have helped me enough today. i'm going to make dinner and no don't make that face i've had my share of lessons from ringo so i won't poison you i swear. i would however appreciate those clothes you promised and a hot bath, if you could be so kind?”

a/n: here’s the first chapter! so sorry for the delay i’ve been very sick and i’m just now feeling well enough to work on this again! hope u enjoy ^__^

#♡ navigation #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #wlw #lesbian #blue eyed samurai smut #🧁

[alittlefanatic]

Hello! If it's okay, can you please write an angst thing (it can be a oneshot or headcanons, I don't mind) where Wally and reader get locked in Home for an extended amount of time, and Wally is not doing great and is like clinging to reader to keep it together with some fluff at the end? Sorry if this is like, super specific I've been spinning this scenario in my brain like a microwave ;w;. Love your writing, thank you!

Oooooo now this goes along with my headcanon of how Home is! Also, I LOVE SCENARIOS LIKE THIS! It's just enough wiggle room to give it more detail but straight to the point, which is PERFECT! First time writing angst, so sorry if it's not the best neighbor!

☔ Homebody ☔

Tags: Angst, Vulnerable, Crying, Isolation, Comfort, Trapped, Darkness, Some Fluff but mainly angst

Summary: You don't know how long it's been since you've been in Home. It feels like forever, and it's starting to get to you. But Wally...He's in absolute shambles.

(Lovely art done by @kjoooooji !)

You don't know how it all could have gone horribly wrong.

Everything started off so normally! You noticed that Wally hasn't seemed himself lately. He appeared less chipper, or attentive, which isn't like his usual self. You asked Wally if you could come over sometime to paint, you figured that would cheer him up! Which, it did, he almost seemed relieved even when you asked. In fact, he invited you over on the same day to do so.

"Thank you for the offer Neighbor, I guess I've been a little into my own head lately," Wally spoke quietly, appearing in thought as he set up the stools and canvases in the living room, while you squeezed some paint into the pallets and got the paintbrushes ready.

"I noticed...I was wanting to make sure you were doing ok. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" You spoke kindly, to which Wally's smile faltered some, looking towards you with a sad look, before shaking his head, sitting down on the stool and simply picking up the paintbrush, begging to paint.

You sighed quietly, sitting next to him as you began to paint on your canvas. You couldn't help but notice Home seemed more quiet than usual either. Home would usually creak and squeak! But...today was quieter than usual, did they have an argument?

You looked over at Wally, examining him closely he looked tired. Some of his usually perfect pompadour was sticking out in certain places, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He almost seemed to be on edge.

"Wally, did you and Home have an argument?" You asked casually. Wally though, seemed to freeze, stopping his painting right in its tracks. He almost seemed to go pale. He gulped.

"Neighbor, I am being con-"

All at once, everything became extremely loud. Home was slamming all the doors, the floor creaking, furniture shifting, you name it. It was blaring in your ears as you covered them, Wally doing the same.

"Wally? What's going on-" You tried to speak, looking towards him, did he have tears in his eyes?

"Neighbor I-"

Everything went dark. You couldn't see.

"Wally?!" You yelled, panicked as you tried to adjust to the darkness, covering your ears still. Things were beginning to crash, break and shatter. You could hear your own heart beating as you were trying to contain yourself. Dropping to your knees, you kept your ears and head covered.

Until it was silence. Eerie silence.

That's how it happened. You've been walking around home for what felt like forever. You don't know how long it's been, you know you've had to sleep, you know that much, but you haven't even seen the outside.

You haven't even heard from Wally.

You paced around in the darkness of home, your eyes adjusted to the dark by this point, it was like it was all you've known. You called out with a strained voice.

"Wally! Please Wally if you're there, say something!" You cough, holding your chest, when was the last time you had water?

"Home...home why are you doing this.." You asked quietly, your throat sore from the yelling. No matter how much you walked and walked, you couldn't seem to find Wally, or even a way out.

"Home, please...I just want to know if Wally is ok...If I did something, if I intruded, please, I'll fix my mistakes..."

You started hearing whispers, though, you couldn't make out what they were saying, as you started to hold your head and cover your ears. They were growing louder and louder.

"HOME PLEASE! I just...I just want to see someone...I just...I want out...I want Wally...Please..." You began to cry, hugging yourself. You just wanted to make sure he was ok. You just wanted out of this HellHole.

Taking a couple of breaths to try to calm yourself, you could have sworn you heard sobbing. Looking around, you stayed quiet, walking toward the source of the noise.

"Hello...? Wally...?" You softly asked, feeling around the walls with your hands. You were walking down a hallway that felt like it was going on forever. The crying grew louder and louder until you reached the source. It was a deep black door, with what seemed to be a swirl on it. You knocked on the door.

"Wally...Wally is that you...?"

"Nei-Neighbor?" Wally stuttered. "Please, please tell me that's you. Please. I'm not hearing things, right? Please...Please..." He started to sob as he spoke. He sounded destroyed.

"Yes! Wally, it's me...It's me, are you ok?" You couldn't help but feel absolutely relieved. You tried to jiggle the door handle to open, but it was stuck.

"Neighbor...Neighbor I'm so happy..." Wally sobbed as you put your hands on the door.

"I'm gonna get you out...Home..please.." You begged quietly. "Home please...whatever we've done I'm sorry...please.." You could feel the tears falling down your face. "Please...just let him out..."

Everything was quiet, until you heard a 'click.' You quickly jiggled the door handle and it opened, thick inky blackness peering back at you, until your eyes adjusted.

Wally practically jumped into your arms, as the door slammed behind him, sobbing loudly as he clutched onto you for dear life.

"Neighbor I am sorry...I'm so sorry...I'm sorry I'm sorry..." Wally cried, burying his face into your chest, as you wrapped your arms around him. He was trying to calm his breathing to seem ok, but we knew. We both knew we weren't.

"It's ok Wally...I'm here...I'm not going to leave you.." You whispered quietly, patting Wally's back as you both just held onto each other, Wally's sobs slowly becoming less intense. You both were in no hurry, you were just happy to know the other was with you and ok.

...

You don't know how long has passed, as you and Wally held each other, giving into each other's warm embrace that seemed to shield you two from the coldness of Home. You decided to break the silence, leaning back slightly, feeling a wetness on your chest which you assumed to be tears.

"Wally..we need to try to make it to the living room...that way if the front door opens we can leave...ok?" You spoke softly, trying to be strong for the poor guy. He could only nod as a reply, as you both stood up slowly. He was clutching onto your arm as if you were about to disappear at any moment.

With a deep breath, you put your hand against the wall, feeling it as you began to walk back. This time, it felt shorter, just a couple of steps and you were in the openness of the living room. Was...Home manipulating the inside of the house? So you and Wally couldn't get to each other?

You shook your head, seeing Home's eyes signifying where you were. Making no comment, you head over to the front of Home. You could see the front door and the sunshine that barely seeped in through it.

With a sigh of relief, you and Wally sat next to the door. Wally's sniffles combating the silence that was Home.

"I'm so sorry..." was all he could seem to say, causing another crying fit as you held him close.

"This isn't your doing sweetie...this isn't your fault...I promise your ok...I'm not going anywhere..." You spoke softly.

"Please don't ever leave me...please always stay by my side..please...please don't run away after this..." He cried, which made you only hold him tighter.

"I won't...I'm never going to leave your side again...you're never going to be alone...I'm sorry..." You sighed, your eyebrows furrowing in anger. You didn't know what Home was capable of, and for all of this to happen? You were tempted to just burn the house down.

As if Wally was reading your thoughts, he spoke: "We can't..do anything...It would..it would make me do horrible things...I don't want to do horrible things...I love my friends...I love you, I, I don't..."

"Shh..It's ok...we don't have to talk about it now...you can explain to me in time...let's just...focus on each other.." You couldn't have Wally spiraling again, not now. Wally simply nodded, holding onto you as you laid your head against him.

You don't know how long you two were like that, holding each other and comforting each other. Exhaustion was hitting the both of you hard, as you could feel your eyes shutting. Everything felt heavy, as any adrenaline you had seemed to vanish, any noise becoming gentle breathing. You couldn't help but speak.

"Home...are you satisfied...we're exhausted...we learned our lesson...please..." You pleaded once more.

...'click'...

You felt your heart rate increase at the sound, immediately reaching for the doorknob and yanking it open. Holding Wally as you practically lurched yourself forward. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the sun, but it seemed it was rising. It was morning. How long were you two gone...?

...

You and Wally stayed close after that incident, never leaving each other's side, even for a moment, nor did you speak about it to any other neighbors. You would have no idea what Home would do if you did...

For the first week, neither of you slept. You both stayed at your house and as far away from Home as possible, just telling neighbors you were having a 'week-long sleepover.'

You would comfort each other, telling each other you were ok, and if one began to panic, the other would reassure. You were there for each other now more than ever.

Eventually, Wally returned to Home, fearing that if he was away for any longer, Home might do something sinister, but you always went with him. Some nights you would stay at home, others would be at your house.

No matter what, Home would never separate you two again. You both were going to make sure of it.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I tried to make it real good and angsty! I think I made it a bit too spooky though...what do you think?

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#wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home requests #oneshot

[melticss]

not my art!

❤︎ ︎i warned you ❤︎︎

bakugo x fem reader

nsfw!! play fighting, oral (fem receiving) (male receving) sex, male dom, embarrassment, sub fem.

not proof read 💀

warning! if you find yourself uncomfortable with dirty talk, female submissive, or slut shaming please don’t continue reading :)———————————————————————————————————

it was a boring day, filled with the usual sore hand from writing, excitement for class to be over, and endless paper turning. you had planned that after class you were going to head down to the gym. you felt better about yourself when u had plans.

you had always thought bakugo looked good, his ash blonde hair, crimson eyes, the things you want to say to him. but the last time you complimented him, all you got in return was a eye roll and slight pink cheeks.

i guess you never noticed that he only really blushed around you. you were waiting for the bell, anticipation filling you. the annoyance of glancing at the clock endlessly. foot tapping on the hard floor, and pencil tapping on the desk, for some reason you didn’t notice how annoying this was to your classmates.

when the loud sounds of the ringing bell filled the room, you jumped up, grabbing your bag and walking out the door. you put your headphones in, blasting music so loud the people next to you could hear it clearly. as your pace increased the closer you got to the gym entrance, you opened the door, pulling it back and walking in. you headed straight towards the locker rooms.

you set your bag down on the locker room floor, pulling out your clothes you began to get undressed. putting on your sports bra and shorts, you put your old clothes back into your bag and walked off. but when you got out of the locker room, you saw the familiar blonde boy sitting on the gym bench, he had his headphones in scrolling on his phone to find just the right song.

you walked out slowly, trying not to engage with him, you blasted your music and slid your phone in your pocket. walking over to the treadmills, picking the farthest one from the bench. you click the settings on the treadmill, and hop on. you feel bakugo look at you, as he pulls out a headphone. “hey, dumbass!”

you pause, taking out your headphones and looking at him with surprise. “uhm, yeah?” he looks at you confused, “sense when did you start working out here?” he says with a hit of annoyance. “just now i guess.” you say a bit shy. “is it because you want to be more like me?” he says with a cocky tone. “i’ve never even seen you here, katsu.”

his eyes widen and brows furrow. “what did you call me?” he says with a confused pitch. “katsu? oh, it just fits you.” you say smiling. he gets annoyed, and clicks his tongue. “you better watch what you say to me idiot.” you pause, trying to find a way to tease him. “i’ll do what i want to, katsu.” you see him turn to you, obviously angry. he stands up, walking towards you. you just now realize teasing him wasn’t the best idea. “what did you say to me?!” he says in a raspy voice. “sorry katsu, didn’t mean to upset you.”

he hates how calm you are. “whatever, just remember i’m better than you.” he says with his ego high. “i don’t know about that.” you say with a smirk and confident walk. “you wanna fight me then?!” he says with his fist clutched. “okay, but the first one pinned looses.” you say with confidence. you know that bakugo has more experience, but your legs are your strong suit. flipping him with them might be the best way to shove his ego down his throat.

“tch, that’s an easy win.” he says with a smirk. you turn off the treadmill, and walk over to him. laying out a mat on the floor, you stretch your legs. bakugo looks at you with anticipation. his already damp hair, sweat ruining down his forehead. black tank top pressed against his chest. “you ready?” you say calm, collected, and again, confident. being confident kept bakugo on edge. he nods, cracking his fingers. “okay, come get me.” you say smiling.

he lunges at you, attempting to grab your shoulder. you grab his wrist, trying to pull him down. but he was prepared for that, he wanted you to grab his wrist. he pushed on your shoulder, making you fall back. you fall on your ass, pushing his hand off your shoulder. he’s on his knees infront of you. he grabs your ankles, pulling you to him to pin you down and trap your legs. you put your legs on his shoulders, attempting to choke him with your calves.

you put your calve on the back of his neck, pushing him down and clenching your thighs. he slips his hands between your thighs and his neck. pushing your legs down beside you. your eyes widen. his face was inches away from your.. he smirks, thinking he’s got you in a good place. not understanding why your eyes are wide, he glances down, the tight shorts your wearing fitting your form.

his eyes widen, he freezes. “d-dont be a pervert.” he manages to spit out. you smirk, thinking how adorable his flustered face is. “you seem to be the pervert here.” you say with the intent to see his cheeks flush. “i-i’m not doing anything but fighting, and plus. i think i’ve pinned you anyway” he says, trying to avoid you. you roll your eyes. “yeah, but that’s not going to stop me from annoying you.” you say, secretly hoping he’d just bury his face in your- “oh you asshole!” he growls at you. “your going to have to make me.” you say trying to hint at him. “was that your plan all along?”

“just trying to get me to eat you out, huh?” he says with a hint of lust in his eyes, and the sinister smirk pulling at his lips. your eyes widen, and you look away embarrassed. “oh, i’m right arent i?” he says pushing his lower body onto you. he puts his hands on either sides of your head, looking dead in your eye while his dick push’s against you. when did he get hard? and how did you not notice

“f-fuck off” you say trying to defuse the situation. “i don’t think you want me to, baby.” he says hovering over you. “i think you just want me to eat your pussy.” he says, leaning in your ear. you quiver, your stomach gets warm, and you get a heartbeat between your thighs. you already know your underwear is soaked. “your so pathetic.” he says teasing. he kisses down your neck, warm lips against sweaty skin. his hot breath brushing your ear. your lips part, you’ve wanted this man for so long. he kisses down to your breasts. “you know, i’ve always wanted to kiss your tits.” he says vulgar. that’s one thing you loved about this man. he was bad, vulgar and arrogant. most people hated him for it, but you loved it.

he pulled down your sports bra, his hot breath grazing your breast. he smirked. kissing your nipple, and taking it in his mouth. he surprised you, he was gentle and warm. but not for long. he let go with a pop, and kissed back down to your stomach. he kissed right above your waistband. you were aching for him, pussy pulsing. he pulled down your shorts, pulling them over your ankles until you were in your underwear. he looked down, your plump pussy lips soaked. the soft underwear sticking to your pussy.

he kissed down your thigh, and stops at your pussy, “such a pretty pussy.” he says, making your heart skip a beat, and your pussy pulse. he bit your underwear, teeth rubbing against your lips. he pulled the underwear off, hooking his finger onto it and ripping them off your thighs. your wet pussy presented infront of him. he leaned down, smirking. he stuck his long tongue out, licking a stripe up your pussy.

he reaches your clit, flicking it with his tounge. he takes it in his mouth, sucking on it making it swell. he grabs your thighs, pulling you in. his tongue is harsh and rough, but u expected it. his red eyes staring at you, piercing through you almost like he was trying to leave an impression on you, so you’ll never forget this moment.

you feel the heat build in your stomach, making your legs shake. his nails dig into your thighs, leaving crescents in them. his tongue rubs circles around your clit, your pulsing clit on his tongue makes his dick strain his pants harder and harder.

you feel it build, anticipating this might be the best orgasm you’ve ever had. he sucks your clit into his mouth, that sent you. legs twitching on his shoulders, loud pitiful noises escaping your mouth. you grab his hair, pulling him into you. his eyes widen and roll back, sucking harder. the second it died down, you pulled away, so sensitive every touch sent electric shocks through your body.

he smiled, so proud that he made you such a mess. he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “we aren’t done yet sweetheart.” you look down, his dick leaving wet stains on his pants, the outline of his dick pulsing. he grabs the back of your head, pulling you up. “keep your mouth open slut.” he says, this side of him was different, so different you didn’t know what you were going to think of him the next time you saw him in class.

you open your mouth, preparing for him. he pulls down his sweats, his dick bouncing out. your eyes widen, you knew his ego probably came somewhat from how big his dick was, but you never knew it was that big. he smirks, his ego glistening. “do you like what you see, sweetheart?” you freeze, eyes darting to look back at him.

you nod, lips quivering. he grabs the base of his cock, rubbing the tip of it on your lips, making your lips nice and shiny from his pre. he rubs his thumb down your lip, taking in the pretty view. he grabs your head, pulling you towards him and forcing you to take the tip. there’s no way you could take all of him, you’d definitely choke. you suck on the tip, tongue swirling on the underside.

your eyes close, and his roll back. he lets out a raspy groan, making your pussy throb. he pushes your head down, his dick hitting the back of your throat, making you gasp around his cock. his smirk never once left his face. he pulls your hair, insisting you take him. you bob your head up and down. you gag, drool running down your lip.

he quickly takes his dick out, surprising you. he pins you down, hand pushing your shoulders. he leans over you, staring in your eyes while his cock pulses. he reaches one hand down, grabbing the base of his dick. “you ready slut?” you nod, desperately. he sticks the tip of his dick into your folds, his pre mixing with your wetness coated in saliva. he rubs his pink tip on your clit.

he moans, it’s deep, and raspy, your pussy pulses. you hope he doesn’t notice. he pushes his tip in, your tight pussy wraps around it, pulling him in. he pushes deeper, making your eyes roll back. it’s painful, but painful in a good way. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in. he slams against your cervix, making you quiver.

his eyes widen, your warm and tight pussy clench around him. he’s never felt something this good, he’s scared that if he keeps going he might cum, embarrassing himself. “fuck..” he moans, his legs start to shake too, his head leans down, smirk turning into pure ecstasy. he bucks his hips, trying to push deeper, grinding against your cervix. he’s lost in the pleasure.

you’ve never seen him like this, he was addicting. he pulls out slowly, hand slamming back down against the side of your head. he pushes back in, making you moan loudly. his hips grind against yours, your clit rubbing against him, leaving a wet mark above his base. he slowly gets faster,

bucking his hips in a motion he never looses, he’s so precise, making sure he hits your gummy spot. he doesn’t even need to push down on your tummy, as your tummy has a bulge from his dick sticking out. he fucks you faster, the pleasure so intense you struggle to breathe. he leans down, kissing your neck, surprisingly sweet.

the wet and lewd slapping filling the gym room, praying someone doesn’t walk in. his slaps get faster, still making sure he’s hitting the right spot. you didn’t tell him, but you squirt. you try to warn him but all you mange to say is “k-katsu- i’m g-gonna…gonna” he kisses you, making you embrace the pleasure, making you fall in a trace, feeling like your drowning in the pleasure but his muscular arms holding you in place.

he bucks faster, you feel his big cock twitch. the white ring at the base of his cock getting thicker. you feel the build come on, making your legs tremble. he hits it just right, making you squirt on him, puddling on the mat under you. soaking his cock. his eyes widen, but not in a bad way. that sent him so much closer.

he pounded you relentlessly, until his cock twitched, eyes rolled back, and legs shook. thick ropes of cum shot at your cervix, filling you up. you grabbed his shoulders, eyes widening. he let out a breathy moan. pushing at your cervix. he calms his breathing, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“you know, that was my first time. and last, because your mine.” he said, smirking and holding your limp body in his hands. your cheeks turned red. and ever sense that day, he’s been your overprotective, jealous, boyfriend.

and his dick is a bonus, of course.

#bakugo smut #bakugo katuski #bakugo fanfic #smut #katsuki bakugo mha

[gorejo]

the undoing.

≡ geto suguru x f!reader

↳ his undoing as he holds you through and through, your unraveling as you bring him closer in — uniting as one in the tender acts of love — Geto Suguru is there.

tw/cw: smut, explicit language. penetration. teasing. just hot steamy sex with him lmaooo

✉ : (rip this got booted off the tags) just because geto suguru's hot, and I wanted to get this out of my drafts whoot!! 

In the lustful heat of the room, filled with the sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other, with swollen lips smashed together, as heavy gasps traveled through the air, Geto Suguru was there. 

Intertwined as one, with his hips smacking against your sore body, the bed sheet thrashed onto the bedroom floor, with his fingers roaming, venturing through the expanse of your body, his tongue swiping up from the base of your neck as he pistoled in his cock inside you — repetitively, repeatedly. 

A gentleman that he was, Geto placed one of his hands behind your head, just so that he could alleviate the force of your head hitting the backboard of the bed, 

“fuck, sorry,” chuckling through the heat of the thick room, “don’t want to hurt my baby, do we?”

yet his cock showed otherwise as he continuously shoved himself inside of you as he kissed your tears, and cooed at your desperate mewls. 

His hips moved in delicate, simple methodical motions as he entered in and out of your pussy, making sure to pound in fast and move out slow as he lightly pinched your sensitive clit. 

“You like that?” He’ll tease as sweat dripped down his temple, traveling down his neck to speckle his first chest, “fuck… you’re clenching tighter,” groaning as he pushed himself on top of you, caging you fully in his arms, kissing you fervently as he muffled your cries— teeth clashing, and spit drooling down your chin — chuckling as he hid in the crook of your neck, lightly nipping at your hot skin, “you tryna make me cum, angel?”

“S-suguru! I can’t no more!” Drawing your nails down his fair back, painting his already red skin with harsher marks of red, “I can’t come again — no more, it’s too much!” you sobbed as his thick cock continuously split you open, making a cave inside of you to fit perfectly for him.

“One more,” his voice steady yet urgent, grunting as he ventured deep inside your velvet walls, clenching his ass as his thighs drove him further in, “give me one more.”

Grabbing hold of your thighs, quickly bringing your legs up to his shoulders, his lips lovingly kissing against your skin, his tongue trailing on your ankles without the lack of lust or fervor, while his hips continuously snapped into you as he pulled you up from the waist grinding up inside so he could touch, link, and brush past all of you inside. He’ll watch your eyes flow back, your nimble fingers desperately clenching onto anything besides you, your soft breasts  bouncing at the tempo of his rhythm, your thighs trembling from just how much he’s extended you, but yet he’ll push on for himself, and gulping down his spit as it painfully went down his dry throat, he’ll concentrate on his movements — to feel every crevice of your body, hit every sweet spot he’s studied — for you.

“Tell me, princess, you like my cock, or me more?” his words prompted to push you over the edge.

“Y-you, only you.”

Satisfied with your answer, Geto grasped hold of one of your breasts, latching his mouth to your sore nipple, nipping at the tip, causing you to whelp and cling onto him further. 

With the tip of his lips curled up in a smile, lowly chuckling at your unraveling, “you sure, my baby seems to like my cock more than me,” he purred while he reached down to run circles against your hardened bud, “look how wet you are, you didn’t even squirt and yet you’re still dripping.” 

Gripping onto his sore, veiny arms, managing to open up your eyes to lock gazes with his disheveled face — his dark brows furrowed, his usually kind and soft eyes now sharp and urgent as he stared down, his straight hair sticking against his forehead just before he brushed it back, his chest heaving up and down to catch a breath in his fiery lungs, with his abdomen beautiful flexed as he shined bright under the moonlight glim — Geto Suguru was always beautiful.

“Baby,” you let out a small whisper, “Suguru come here,” your voice almost gone, “I want to hold you.”

With his body hovering over yours, sweat dripping down to your breasts, the air was hot and hard to breathe in. He’ll pull your legs up, his thick hands gripping at your flesh from below as he pinned it down to your chest — deathly gripping as if he too was on his last verge. With his cock pressing further in, the full weight of his body pushed down onto you as he trusted deeply into your walls — ass clenching, his heavy balls smacking against your swollen pussy, while his stomach beautifully flexed with each move, highlighting each denture and line of his godly sculpted body.

“Doing so well,” he’ll mutter in between kisses, pulling up to place a kiss on your sweaty forehead as he cupped your face, his thumbs running against your heated cheeks, “so so good to me,” he’ll coo as you both moved up and down in tune to his thrusts. 

“I’m close,” you let out a whisper close to a whimper, “me too, “ he’ll respond with his forehead placed on yours.

“Be good and come for me.”

He’ll watch you break under his reign, feel you come undone as he dug himself inside of you, grunting and biting as he too couldn’t withhold his undoing. 

“Fuckkk,” Geto growled while thick ropes of his cum splattered against your sensitive walls, pushing his seeds out while he pushed himself back in, lightly shuddering from the release of his high, yet sober enough to tend to your release — sweet kisses upon kisses filled with the soft notions of sweet talk.

Letting out your final small whimpers, with your ducts filled with tears, too tired to further go on but not wanting this moment to dissipate into nothing but another treasured memory, 

“hold me… I need you,” your voice sounded nothing much but a faint whisper. Your chest felt heavy with your throat about to give out, a vulnerable feeling of an emotional catastrophe threatening your reality as you mustered up the strength to not cry from the overwhelming rage of your hormones interlaced with your lust.

But just like always, Geto Suguru will be there to hold you — again and again — holding you through it all with soft kisses and honest confirmations of love through both words and actions whilst he looked deep into your tired eyes, still tucked in the depths of you, as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips while brushing your tears away,

“shhh I know, I know sweetheart… ‘m here, you can let go now.”

© satorins™ — do not copy, plagiarize, repost, modify and/or translate my works.

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[valeriianz]

it's been a while, but the brainworms would not stop festering until i wrote this little prequal to my original Vampire Hunter!Hob ficclet. dedicated to @mathomhouse-e, the biggest instigator for this au lol. thanks @quillingwords for some mad crazy beta skills <3 i appreciate you!

“Don’t look now, but that guy in the back has been staring at you since we sat down.”

Hob hummed as he took a long sip from his tankard for his mate’s benefit. Hob didn’t have to turn to confirm this; he’d felt the stranger’s eyes on him as soon as he’d entered the crowded pub, though he hadn’t spotted him yet. 

The revelation fascinated Hob now, after weeks and weeks of scattered moments where he had felt that itch of being watched, Hob could recognize the feeling and pinpoint it to one, singular person.

Their eyes had met a handful of times, Hob turning away politely at first, sometimes lengthening the stare with a curious look, or more recently, staring back with challenge in his gaze. Intentionally holding the man’s icy blue– visible even in the murky, darkened room– stare until Hob was forced to look away first, a chill running up his spine.

The feel of the stranger’s eyes on him had become frustratingly familiar. It was a bit hair-raising, to be sure. But it was also… alluring. Inviting. Titillating. 

Hob had begun dreaming of this mysterious man, drafting up introductions in his mind, anticipating a confrontation eventually. Whether their meeting would be easy or difficult was warring within Hob’s chest until he’d finally made a decision to confront the pale man with striking blue eyes. It seemed like divine intervention that, the day after making this decision, the stranger would appear in his usual spot, at Hob’s usual haunt, precisely as he sat down to join his friends.

“Want me to tell him to fuck off for ya?”

“Nah,” Hob downed the remainder of his pint before slipping off the barstool, tossing some coins on the counter. “I got it.”

Hob made his way to the man’s table, tucked away in a corner, where he sat alone. Where he always sat alone. The mud brown of the pub's interior seemed amplified by the yellow glow of the electric sconces on the walls. It made the White Horse’s patrons seem dull and muted, even those who wore many colors or laughed raucously. Hob’s stranger in the corner, however, seemed to push through the soft and warm glow like a supernova.

And strangely enough, he was dressed in all black. Darker than shadows and just as intangible, like the starless night sky when the moon was hiding. The lights hit his cloak and revealed a matte, velvet texture that looked rich and soft and clean. Too clean, too pressed. Like the man had walked straight out of a tailor’s and came right in here. The man stuck out like a sore thumb amongst everyone else, and yet no one seemed to be paying him any mind.

Hob kept eye contact as he drew near, his posture lax, unimposing, though he could feel his heartbeat in his throat. And he wondered, briefly, if his stranger could feel it too. The way his eyes seemed to brighten as Hob approached, the way the corner of his mouth began to curl, making Hob’s stomach twist with a mixture of unease and delight.

“Hello,” Hob greeted as he finally stepped up to the empty chair opposite the man. “May I sit?”

The man lifted one elegant dark brow in response and Hob took that as an affirmative, pulling out the rickety chair and dropping himself into it.

Hob had to remind himself how to breathe, looking upon the man who’d been unashamedly watching him for the past few weeks. The dark clad man was already a vision from across the room, his eyes alone making a statement. But up close he was devastating. His coal dark hair was thick and messy, long tendrils that framed his ghost-white skin and severe cheekbones like a painting. A vision of lust, secrecy, and– Hob realizes belatedly with a stab into his gut– danger.

And he hadn’t even spoken yet.

“Are you aware of how obviously you behave?” Hob managed to find his voice again, dredged up from where it had fled moments prior. “Maybe instead of staring at me all night, you can buy me a drink.”

The man across from him tilted his head a fraction, imperceptible. Hob forced his usual smirk, roguish and sly. The one he used countless times to woo women to his bed, as he waved down a barmaid.

“And what is obvious… about my behavior?” 

Hob looked twice at the man, unable to parse the words at first, convinced he had just heard a rumble of thunder outside. But as he stared, the stranger’s face became more and more curious, waiting for an answer. 

Hob swallowed. The question– spoken in a low murmur, deep and decadent– fluttered around his chest before finally settling somewhere low in his gut. Hob felt his bravado promptly leak out his ears.

“Ah. It’s not exactly what I’m used to,” Hob hid his hands under the table to hide how he began to fidget. “Typically a ‘hello’ or ‘how do you do’ is more acceptable than silently watching.”

The barmaid finally arrived and it gave Hob the excuse to pull his eyes away from the indigo sea swirling before him, almost hypnotic. He took a shuddering breath and blinked, staring up at the woman who was waiting for an order.

Hob ordered two cask ales, forgetting about the bold way he’d suggested the man buy his drink and operating now on autopilot. As the woman left, Hob brought his attention back to the enigmatic man before him, his skin prickling with gooseflesh at the realization he hadn’t moved an inch, piercing gaze still on Hob, posture straight and solid as a wooden stake.

“I was watching,” the man spoke again, his voice soporific. “Because I’m interested.”

Hob’s heart, which had finally calmed down a bit, flipped over in his chest. “In me?”

The man hummed, his chin tilting down, considering, while something akin to a smile tugged on his lips.

“In a way…” he replied cryptically. He spoke slowly, as if mulling each word over, making them deliberate. He closed his eyes for a moment and Hob belatedly realized the man hadn’t blinked once thus far.

“You are an apprentice.”

Hob couldn’t help it, he grinned, pulling one hand back on the table’s wooden surface to drum his fingers.

“How can you tell?”

The man tilted his chin up, taking a moment to study him and Hob felt his smile grow with the attention. Though there was something in the back of his head, tickling his base instincts of self-preservation. It was odd, Hob didn’t feel as though he was in any danger, but there was a certain… air about this gentleman. Hob couldn’t be sure yet, but there was definitely something off about him. Perhaps he was a lord– he certainly dressed the part. With his thick cloak, parted just enough to see an expensive looking waistcoat made from damask, the design threaded in gold that glinted with each microscopic movement.

The way he carried himself too, was with arrogance and power, and without a trace of sympathy. It was cold and hard. It was also breathtaking and Hob delighted in the man’s sharp gaze, his scrutiny, focused solely on him. 

Not just now, Hob had to remind himself with his own smug grin. But for the past few weeks.

“You dress the part,” he nodded down at Hob’s clothes. “But you are still young. I assume you’re in training.”

Hob looked down at himself, hardly dressed for style, but comfort. For easy movement during his training but also leather clad to protect against blunt force and brutal encounters. His coat, which he’d draped over the chair, had deep pockets for concealing weapons and the thick utility  belt around his waist had many compartments to hold his tools… though he had very few at the moment.

And like his stranger, Hob wore all black, to blend in with the night. He wouldn’t say what he was, even if the handsome man asked… it was frightening enough that he’d managed to even guess at his occupation thus far. 

“Good observation,” Hob said, offering nothing else.

The barmaid returned, setting their drinks on the table and leaving again with a smile.

Hob brought his own up for a long drink, for thirst and also to distract his hands, which desperately needed something to take hold of.

A beat passed before the stranger spoke again. “A priest?”

It’s the tone of the question that made Hob set his drink down slowly, swallowing deeply and eyeing his stranger again, his own brow arching. His tone was polite. As if he did know what Hob was and only asked to prompt him to reveal his true work. Like the man was playing dumb.

Hob looked down suddenly at the wooden cross hanging low on his chest, which is what might’ve provoked the inane suggestion. He laughed and he could hear in his own ears the edge to it.

“Far from it,” Hob tucked the cheap jewelry into his shirt. “Just superstitious, is all.”

The man hummed and seemed to relax, imperceptibly, in his chair. Hob took note of it with a curious expression

“And what about you?” Hob leaned back, fiddling with the handle of his pint. “What is your business?”

“Hardly worth mentioning.” The man responded quickly, his words premeditated. “I am curious though, young apprentice. Do I entice you?”

Again, Hob’s heart lurched at the forwardness. His blood racing through his veins and nearly making him dizzy. 

Unexpectedly, the stranger took a slow, deep breath through his nose, his chest rising with it and Hob unconsciously felt himself leaning forward. It is as though the man intended to pull Hob in, like he’d tied a rope around his chest and tugged. Hob caught himself on the table’s edge, forcing his eyes down at the man’s untouched drink and took a shaky breath, stolen from him, back into his lungs.

Hob laughed, shaking his head, pulling himself back up and hoping he hadn’t made too much of a fool of himself. His chest and neck were burning.

“What kind of question is that?”

For the first time all night, the man took his hands from where they’d been hidden under the table and clasped them on the surface. Hob sees no rings but couldn’t help but to fixate on his long pale fingers, his knuckles smooth as silver bullets. Hob wondered if they’d be just as hard and cold, too.

“You approached me. You sat at my table.” His hands turned palm up, fingers spreading wide. “What kind of question do you think it is?”

Hob laughed again, nerves getting the best of him. His young, traitorous heart was like a racehorse galloping along his ribcage.

“I’m afraid to answer that question,” but Hob smirked anyway, taking his drink up again to distract himself.

A small, barely there smile crept through his stranger’s carefully composed visage. A proper smile filled with pure amusement and– Hob blinked dumbly as realization settles in– desire. His eyes seemed to glint with excitement, hunger.

Ah, that was it. Like looking upon something you craved, pupils dilating with it and lips unconsciously parting, which Hob’s stranger did now. It was an intoxicating sight, and Hob could only stare, caught like a mouse in a trap.

Then he rose, so fluidly and gracefully that it took Hob a moment to even register that he was staring up at the man.

“What’s your name?” Hob asked, his voice gone quiet, awestruck.

The man hummed again, eyelids low, considering.

“Next time.”

He set a gold coin on the table, right next to his untouched ale, and left.

#dreamling #dream x hob #vampire au #i can and will blame Eliza for this little thing lol #i hope you like it <3 #this is for sure something that could be a full length fic... #but for now im just gonna add on to it on tumblr #in lil snippets like this #whenever i feel like it haha #my writing

[slicznymartwy]

hey, girl! i loove your billy lenz work— aka i literally adore it 🩶. but anyways, i was wondering if you could write up some needy! billy. like i know he’s needy all the time but if he’s so needy he literally forces himself to speak up about it, i think it’ll be great. you don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna, no pressure, ml — ★.

i loved this !! my biggest hc is that billy's only talkative on the phone and is a little quieter in person, so its fun to put him in a Situation where he's so needy he has to speak his mind. also, sorry it took so long for me to write! i have to get back to writing everyday warnings: nsfw, sex stuff, billy's usual dirty mouth, not proof read .. i'm sorry T T

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!afab!reader

Dropping your weighty luggage off by the door, you let out the sigh that’s been building up inside of you since you started your voyage. Two cab rides and three trains later, you’re finally back across the border and on campus. The sky was already pitch black, and the sorority house was similarly dark, with no lights on anywhere.

Kicking off your boots and throwing your heavy coat onto the coat rack, you contemplate laying on the sofa and falling asleep right there. It’s tempting, since the stairs seem as tall as Mount Everest right now. You don’t even want to think about lugging your bags up. 

After some quick negotiating with yourself, you cut your losses and leave your bags at the door before taking the trek up to your bedroom. Whatever momentary relief the couch might give you will surely be replaced with even more sore muscles.

You tried to tell yourself that was the only reason for you wanting to go upstairs, but what was the use pretending? Your shame was destroyed the moment you let the stranger living in the attic use your mouth like a pussy, cradling your head and fucking into your throat until you choked and cried.

With your core tightening in anticipation, you ignore your room and head straight for the bathroom. You wash away the dirt and sweat from the long travel day with a hot shower. The water melts your tense muscles, and you wish you could spend another hour in the shower; you definitely won’t have that luxury once the other girls come back from their families. 

You don’t want to make him wait any longer.

With damp hair and a towel around your waist, you pad over to your bedroom in the dark. You must be leaving droplets of water as you go, but you can’t make yourself care. The water will dry by the morning, you tell yourself. You don’t know what Billy will do if you’re another moment late. 

When you open the door, you see him right away. He’s sitting in your desk chair, sprawled out like he tried to get comfortable but couldn’t. 

His foot is on the seat of the chair, with his knee bent up against his chest, and the other leg stretched out in front of him. He’s hunched in on himself, and one elbow leans against your desk. When he sees you, though, he stands to his full height. He is a shadow in the darkness. God, you missed him so much.

“Hi, Billy,” you say with a smile. He makes a sound, a mix between a relieved sigh and a dirty moan, and rushes to you. It only barely crosses your mind to be afraid of him, but you’re not. He hugs you tightly, pressing you against his chest.

You wrap your own arms around him, rubbing his shoulders slowly, feeling the soft material of his sweater that you missed so much while you were away.

Billy’s quiet like he always is when you talk to him in person. He can always talk your ear off on the phone, but when it’s face-to-face, Billy has a funny way of getting too shy to do more than nod or shake his head. 

Something feels different, though, with how hard he’s clutching your waist. You can’t tell if he just doesn’t want to let you go, or if he’s just imagining squeezing the life out of you.

Pulling back enough to see his face, you stroke his hair out of his eyes. You love his eyes, even when he stares like he’s seeing into your soul. The first time you saw his eyes, you thought they looked unnatural - you had never seen such a vivid eye color in your life. His eyes were such a light amber, they almost looked orange in the moonlight. 

Billy stares you down as you admire his features. Petting his cheekbone with your thumb, you imagine him telling you everything you want to hear. I missed you. I want you. I can’t live without you.

Instead, he says, “I fucked your pillows.” Although his voice sounds thick from disuse, it’s also deep. He rarely uses his deep voice, even when speaking over the phone. 

You’re so pleased to hear him, his words barely register in your mind.

“Yeah?” you say, tucking his hair behind his ear. Billy nods, not paying any mind as he undoes your work.

“Thought about you. Thought about fucking your throat and your pretty pussy,” he stutters, spitting out the alliteration. You touch his cheek again.

“Did you make a mess?” you ask him softly. His eyes close as he starts to nod, making your hand rub on his cheek. He turns his face, letting your hand drag down his nose and back up along his other cheek. You smile and move your hand yourself, stroking his face the way he was craving.

“Do you need me that badly?” 

Billy groans and he nods again, quicker than before. His breath shakes as he gulps audibly.

“Can I,” he starts, but has to stop to lick his lips. His mouth sounds so wet, like he’s already salivating at the thought of you. “Can I taste your pussy? Pretty piggy cunt. Please? I’ll be good, just wanna taste it. Wanna taste.” His voice trails off, eyes still closed like he’s afraid you might say no.

You pout and rub your thumb over one of his eyelids, feeling his long eyelashes flutter delicately under your touch.

“Let’s lay down first, okay? C’mon,” you say, gently taking Billy’s hands and leading him to your bed. You leave your damp towel on the back of your chair, and you can feel Billy’s eyes on your bare body.

You avoid your pillows as you lay down, pulling Billy on top of you. He goes readily, letting his full weight rest on you. He seems perfectly happy to stay close to you, and he makes no move to rearrange himself. 

“Heavy,” you murmur, gently pushing Billy off of you. He doesn’t go very far, but it’s a little easier to breathe without him squeezing the air from your lungs. He starts to kiss you neck, making you sigh contently.

“Did your pig-,” he pauses to kiss your ear lobe, taking your earring in his mouth for just a moment. He moans quietly, then finishes, “Did your piggy cunt miss me?”

You smile at that, stroking Billy’s hair.

“It did,” you admit softly. Billy’s moan is soft, even with how close to your ear he was. He kisses your helix, then your tragus, then your cheekbone.

“My cock missed you, too,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your cheek. “Wanna get my hot cum all over your piggy clit. Please.”

“Later. You have to fuck me first,” you tell him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Don’t you wanna-?“ 

He doesn’t let you finish, instead practically shouting, “Yes.” 

“Please. Please, please, please,” he continues, and you can feel his hardening cock against your hip. “Wanna- wanna rub my cock on your clit, please. Just wanna rub it. Just use my tip, please. Wanna feel you so badly.” 

“You’re being romantic today,” you giggle.

“I love you,” he confesses. 

You don’t respond to that. You stroke along his cheek.

“Can I put my tongue in it?” he whispers. You can hardly see him in the dark room - what little light you get from the moon avoids your bed, but you don’t need it to know how he’s looking at you. 

You nod, and watch as he climbs off the bed and kneels in front of you. He kisses the inside of your knee first, then moves higher along your thighs. His lips brush against your sensitive skin, and you must be getting wet now. 

Billy’s so close, you have no doubt he can tell how affected you are, not when your cunt clicks with slick as you part your legs even wider.

He whines when you bare yourself to him. It’s a genuine whine, loud and unmistakable. He separates your pussy lips even further with his thumbs, inspecting it like it would have changed during the time you were gone.

“I missed you,” he murmurs. He’s not saying it to you, though. He kisses your clit and your hips buck against his face.

“Show me,” you tell him, putting a hand in his hair. He leans against your touch like he’s a sunflower and you’re the sun. The thought makes you smile.

“Need you,” he whines again, and you can feel his lips against your slit. His tongue traces along your hole, and your thighs tighten around his face. “Need you so bad. Gonna kill you if you leave me again.”

“I know,” you whisper, your mind getting hazy with lust. “I’m not gonna leave again.”

It’s a lie, but it doesn’t matter right now. Billy needs you, and you’re giving yourself to him on a silver platter. He’ll take from you until he turns you into bones, and you’re sure you’ll thank him anyways. His amber eyes stare at you while his tongue prods at your entrance. For a moment, you’re not sure who needs who more. 

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[ikeromantic]

Hello. For the New Year's asks may I request Sariel and horseback and gingerbread? Thx

Oooh this one was a little hard! I hadn't considered pairing Sariel with those options, but I had a good time coming up with a scene ^_^ I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1300 words of our favorite devilish councillor! IkePri New Years Event story!

Sariel grinned at the awkward way Emma sat in front of him on the horse. “No one is going to believe you were gentle-born with that kind of seat,” he admonished. 

“There’s literally no one out here.” She gripped the saddle horn tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her on the mount, and not Sariel’s arm around her waist.

“You can never be sure who might be watching.” He snugged her back against him, hoping to reassure her that she was in no danger of falling off.

Emma glanced at him over her shoulder. “You’re right. As usual.” She sighed. “So how would I make this look more . . . normal?”

“First, sit up and let go of the saddle horn.” Sariel nudged her arms. “No high born lady would lean forward like that unless she was racing. And that is a wholly different sort of saddle.”

“But . . .” Her expression was conflicted. She wanted to trust him, but riding along at a fast clip made her nervous. 

He eased their speed a little to make her less anxious. The last thing he wanted was to upset his lovely fiancée. 

She gave him a grateful smile and then carefully let go of the saddle horn. “Oh, oh my - Sariel! I feel like I’m going to slide off!” 

“You aren’t going anywhere. I promise.” He stroked her side with his thumb, to remind her he had a hold of her and wasn’t letting go. “Now sit straight. Not too stiffly. But, yes, like that.” 

Emma sat up, tense at first but she found a more relaxed pose as he spoke. “A-alright. Now what?”

“Lean back.”

“Lean - Sariel, that doesn’t sound right either.” She eyed him suspiciously. 

“It’s perfectly proper when riding with your betrothed. Besides, no one is watching.” He smiled the secret, sweet smile he kept just for her. It was still a devil’s grin, but full of love and unexpected joy. 

“But you said - you said -” She huffed, her expression going from surprise to outrage. Then she began to giggle. “You are really ridiculous. You could have just told me you wanted to snuggle.”

Sariel felt warmth blossom in his chest as she relaxed fully against him. The press of her body, even through their clothes, sent a thrill through him. He still didn’t understand how a devil like himself became the object of affection and love from such a woman. There was truly no justice in the world. But so long as he benefited from this particular injustice, he planned to enjoy it.

Emma turned her head and kissed him on his jaw. “So, my love, where are we headed? You were very mysterious about it when we left the palace.” 

“I needed to make sure we weren’t overheard. Or followed.” 

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a special mission? Are we going to be gathering secret information? Meeting with spies? Fighting rebels?” 

Sariel chuckled. “Your imagination is running away with you.” He leaned his head closer and nipped her ear, then kissed the same spot.

She gave a surprised gasp, and then a pleased murmur. “Well . . . if you don’t want me to escape with my imagination, you better tell me where we’re going.” 

Her breath tickled across his throat and brought a heat to his cheeks that he hoped she wouldn’t see. “Trying to blackmail the devil? That’s a dangerous game.”

“Well, if you prefer I can resort to torture instead?” She nipped at his throat and he could feel the scrape of her sharp teeth beneath those sinfully soft lips. 

“It seems I’ve trained you too well.” Sariel gave her a wide smile, his eyes alight with desire. “If you keep that up, we’ll be late.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “How does me biting you make the horse slower?”

“Because I happen to be the one with the reins. And when you do that, I am sorely tempted to stop, lift you off this horse, and make love to you wherever we happen to be. But you deserve so much better than mud beneath your perfect bottom.”

“Pffft,” she grinned. “Who says I’d be the one on the bottom?”

Sariel felt a flash of heat at the wickedness in her eyes. “I suppose you could opt for grass stains on your stockings . . .”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “You wouldn’t be a gentleman and set your coat down for me?”

“I’d be a gentleman and buy you new stockings.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. His hand slipped up her side to caress the swell of her breast. Sariel felt her reaction more than heard it. The sharp intake of breath, the slight arch in her back to push herself more fully into his hand. 

He rested the reins on the saddlehorn, certain his well trained mare would continue on even without his direction. The horse knew where they were going even if Emma did not. Then he slid his free hand up her leg, pushing her skirt out of his way.

“S-sariel! What are you doing? The - the horse -”

“Is going the right way.” He made it past her stocking and found the silky skin of her thighs. “I’ve always wondered about those books where the hero makes love to his maiden on horseback. Perhaps we can see how life resembles art?”

She gasped as his hand went higher still, teasing along the edge of her panties. “I - I don’t think - that is, it doesn’t seem very practic-ahhh!” Emma shivered with delight as his fingers danced over the taut fabric beneath her skirt.

“Hm. You’re likely right. Not practical. But entertaining.” He lifted her just a little so that she no longer sat on the saddle, but atop his thighs. “I think this would work better. And there’s a natural rhythm to riding. Only, you’d be riding me . . .”

This had the desired effect of both sending a tremor of excitement through her that he could feel, and bringing heat to her face. She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether or not he was serious. 

Sariel grinned. “Alas, we’ll have to save our experiment for a longer ride. We’re here, my dear.” 

Emma gave him a wanton look, somewhere between relief and frustration. “You are such a tease!”

“Don’t think of it as teasing. Think of it as an . . . apertif. Something to whet your appetite for what’s to come.” He eased her back onto the saddle and dismounted. Then he held his hand out to help her down.

“Where are we even? And what’s to come?” She looked around, curious. The cottage was nothing impressive on its own. Small and well kept. An old hideout, now turned to more . . . romantic purposes. The advantage of this place was the view. From here, it was possible to see the whole of Rhodolite’s capital spread out below. 

Emma’s eyes widened as she noticed the incredible vista, and she practically dragged him to the edge of the clearing. “Look! Sariel!” Then she whirled to hug him. “Is this why you brought me?”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, savoring the intimacy of this rare private moment. “That’s part of it. Mostly, I just wanted you to myself for a little while.” Sariel turned her about in his arms so that she could see the view while leaned against him. 

Before she could say more, fireworks began to shoot up into the sky above the city. From this distance, they looked like little colorful bursts of sparkling light, only a little closer than the stars. He’d wanted to share this with her. A sight he’d only ever seen alone, and he’d been too busy scheming to enjoy it. But tonight, with her in his arms, it felt strange and lovely. Something new in the wrappings of something old.

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[larcenywrites]

hi! in case you're taking requests + feel like writing it, could ya write some headcanons on like how young!Tony and/or "regular" Tony would react to his girl using their safeword for the first time? maybe she like just got a bit overwhelmed with rough sex after a long day or something? just like really nothing dark lol, just ya know idk feel free to ignore this really, idk if I'm even making sense here aaaaa

Haha I know where you're coming from 😆 It's more of a little drabble, but I did one for each and both are a little different! I've thought about this before tbh, especially with younger Tony because he definitely won't have any prior experience in this and would probably handle it with a lot more panic lol

Safe Word

Warnings: 18+ | short but rough sex scenes + overstimulation (but only one is the sexy kind) | mention of light bondage | like one line of degradation/dirty talk | aftercare

young!Tony Stark

You weren't even sure how long he'd been going like this, pounding into you from the start without so much as a warning. Wet teeth bit undecidedly between your shoulder and the softer flesh of your neck, and fingers dug harshly into your waist as if he needed to hold you there. You were already trapped under him, chest to chest and pressed so tightly between him and the mattress that you could hardly catch any breath. What breaths you did catch were lost into his shoulder, panted between mewls. You held onto him so tightly to feel better, but better never came. This time, the soft curls between your fingers and the skin beneath your nails weren't so inviting, but it wasn't anyone's fault.

It was a lot, especially when you were still sensitive and sore from last night, and your day had already been spent on your wit's end. While you've probably let him choke the breath from your lungs before and usually enjoyed his heavy weight pinning you down, the current arrangement sent a bolt of panic through your chest. You weren't sure what he just growled against your throat, but for once it wasn't the tone you needed.

"Tony, wait- wait," you started, voice close to your usual strangled moan. There was an unsure faltering of his pistoning hips, probably confused between the clash of your tone and your words. The two of you experiment with a lot of new games, after all. "Stop," you reiterated breathlessly with as stern a tone as you could muster in this state, pushing at his shoulders and rolling your head away from him.

You'd never told him to stop before.

He stopped, still inside you, and tore away from his spot in the crook of your neck. He let go of your waist to sit up on the palms of his hands, not knowing your relief at the extra breathing room he was giving you. Blown-out pupils drifted over you carefully, still processing the palms weakly pushing into his shoulders with fingers spread and straight to keep from touching him fully. You were panting, turned away from him and eyes closed.

He was practically vibrating with the rush of anxious adrenaline, mind racing behind wide eyes. He finally processed what had happened when he felt relief at the slowing rise and fall of your chest. Without a word, he carefully pulled out of you, nearly recoiling out of his skin when you flinched. He wasn't sure if he should touch you, or what to say. He stepped off the bed as quietly as he could, standing around a bit awkwardly with hunched shoulders. What did he do wrong? Did he hurt you? He's never fucked up this bad before.

He reached out, fingers brushing over one of your raised hands, propped up on your elbow. When you didn't flinch away, he took your hand in his. He couldn't tell if you were shaking, too, or if it was just him.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out quietly without thinking, still looking away.

"No, it's okay," he replied just as meekly with a shake of his head. "Did I do something?" It was your turn to shake your head "no".

"I think it was just a lot," you said shyly. "My day was rough enough, you know," you joked with a shaky laugh. It was enough to ease his nerves a little, able to will himself to run a hand through your hair a few times and caress your cheek when you finally looked at him. He forced a smile in response to your encouraging one. He didn't feel as okay as you were letting him know it was, but he got the message.

Just as he had been nervous to be near you, now he was nervous to leave. He assured you that he'd be right back as if you were a nervous puppy, or maybe he was the nervous puppy needing to assure himself. Either way, he reluctantly let go of your hand after a few more seconds and found his way into the bathroom, shortly returning with a damp rag. Usually he liked to tease you all over again during this part, but he was almost too gentle. The parting kiss he always gave your knee was fleeting and light.

You watched him slide on a pair of sweats before he exited the room, and you took the opportunity to slide under the covers. Tony's absence wasn't any more comforting, either, and you were relieved when he came back in. And with two thoughtful glasses of water in hand, one for each nightstand.

You watched him slowly make his way under the sheets with you, rolling onto his stomach and tucking his hands under the pillow he halfway hid in. He looked over at you, eyes still wide but wanting, obviously too scared to reach out. You took the initiative, shuffling over and innocently pecking his shoulder. Even with his expression still unsure, he rolled onto his side, arm raised to welcome you into the safety of his chest.

You were both a bit shaken up. Limits were something new and uncharted, so neither of you could have known, but maybe you could make things a little easier next time with a simple word, and maybe communicate a little better about when it is and isn't a good time for a rough session.

Tony Stark

"Are you my tight little slut?" He snarled, lips right at your ear and huffing hot breaths with the effort of fucking into you so roughly. A hand on the side of your face kept you pressed to his. Your wrists rolled in their restraints above your head. Your nails digging into your palm only made it worse, so you flexed your fingers instead. You didn't think you could answer if you tried, far too tired from the hard orgasms he'd forced out before he'd even entered you, and even your arms were shaking from the strain of being tied up for so long now. At this point, you really didn't even know if you had another one left in you. He'd pushed you far before, but this time his spearing tip was starting to send pangs of soreness radiating through your belly, and that usual pressure was building into nothing, too squirted dry for any release. It was a new burn of frustration that, for the first time, was far from pleasurable, and he only kept on bothering the sweet spots that were no longer so sweet.

And neither was he.

"When I ask you a question, you answer," he growled again, harshly bottoming out and holding still. The heaviness pressing so deep against your end gave you the energy to answer him in a cry, but it wasn't the word he was expecting. This was why he was always so wary of gags, and always watched you so carefully when you tied you up and fucked your throat. He always kept it in the back of his mind, but this was the first time he heard it. He prepared for it to happen one day, but the panic that shot through his heart still hurt, as well as the guilt that settled in the hole it left. He slowly backed off, the hand on your face no longer so tense and now looking down at you. A thumb caressed over your cheek before delicate fingers moved to take care of stray wisps of hair that he'd probably caused at some point.

Your eyes were screwed shut, but you felt him working at your restraints, pulling them from around your wrists and tossing it to the ground with a thud that made you jump slightly. And it didn't help that he was still inside you, softer at least. His hands were calloused, but they softly took your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. You gulped at the gentleness of lingering kisses to the marks that circled your wrists. One hand let go, instead petting over your hair again with a much needed sweetness in his voice. "(Y/N), honey, are you okay?"

Tony's hand was on your cheek again, gently angling you to look up at him. You gave yourself a few seconds to answer. There were no demanding snarls this time in the absence of your voice, only patient eyes of concern when you finally opened yours. You slowly nodded against his palm. His only answer was a thumb rubbing over your cheek and a heavy sigh of either guilt or relief. He finally eased out of you, the burn of his leave probably much better now that he was soft, but you still grimaced nonetheless. Had this been a part of a scene or one of your games, he would have loved to affectionately shush you with lips on your cheek and tell you all about how good you did for him in a low voice, but he wasn't quite sure if it was still the time for that. Instead, he got to work, quickly cleaning himself so he could get back to you. He stood next to you, burying his face in your chest while he expertly wiped you down with that warm cloth. He quietly shushed you when you flinched, jaw tightening at the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair. They tried to stay there even when he finally rose from your chest, sliding over his shoulders and disappointingly onto the bed when he backed away.

The wet puddle you'd made was turning cold beneath you, and had you feeling a little grimy the longer you sat in it. Luckily, Tony was back by your side to save the day easing his arms around you and carefully resting you on the small sofa across the room. You huddled into yourself as you watched him clean up, replacing the contrasting white and dark sheets and tossing the used pile near the hamper to be dealt with later. He was just as eager to have you back in his arms as you were eager to be back in them.

You were carried back to the bed and lovingly tucked under the covers as if you couldn't have done it yourself. Well, you might not have had the strength to, honestly. He quickly joined you, arms back around you in an instant and hands drifting shapes along your spine. You tucked yourself under his chin, finally smiling when he placed a chaste kiss to your head.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, playing his fingers through your hair.

You slightly shook your head. "It's okay," you whispered, matching the quiet that had so suddenly settled in the room. "I still love you."

He huffed a short laugh at your teasing. It eased his nerves a little more, hopefully enough to follow you into sleep. "I love you, too."

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[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 15 - Who Did This to You

A/N: Not all of Marty's injuries healed before he returned home - and now they've drawn Jennifer's attention. Can be read as a sequel to Day 7 Suffering in Silence.

Jennifer didn't need to be a psychologist to know that something was wrong; the signs were so obvious that they were red flags.

At first she'd suspected nothing. Waking up on her front porch to see her lover hovering over her - while dressed in a dusty and slightly pungent Western-style outfit that could've been straight out of a Clint Eastwood movie - was certainly not the weirdest thing she'd ever seen. Especially now that she'd seen what she'd physically look like in thirty years' time.

At least, she thought she'd seen herself. Everything was still a bit hazy, and Marty gave nothing away.

To put it simply, Marty had said nothing. No declarations of love, no sweet words of greetings; he'd smiled and kissed her passionately for a solid five minutes on the porch, yet no sounds escaped him.

Jennifer's suspicions were growing by the second. "Marty, is something wrong?"

All he responded with was another kiss on the cheek, clutching her even closer to him. While his grip wasn't painful, she realised it was much stronger than usual.

It was almost as if he was afraid to let go of her.

But why? We only saw each other yesterday…didn't we?

She reached up to caress his cheek, her concern growing when she realised how grubby his skin was. Small flecks of dirt were present amongst the small amount of stubble on his chin, neither of which she remembered seeing yesterday.

Her attention was drawn to a sooty grey scarf tied around the base of his neck, with a faint red line visible above the material. What on earth…?

Her fingers danced just below his jawline when he flinched.

The embrace broke as they flew apart.

He looked at her with wild, frightened eyes, panting heavily.

Jennifer was startled. "…Marty?"

He gave no reply, or any indication that he'd heard her, instead lifting his hand to rub at his throat. The top of his scarf slipped down just enough for her to get a peek what lay beneath, the fabric loosening further the harder he massaged his skin.

She suddenly noticed fresh blood underneath his fingernails. "Marty?" Her voice trembled. "You're really starting to scare me. What's going on?"

He seemed lost in another world, his eyes glazed over as he scratched. A small hiss passed through his lips, and it clicked. He's in pain!…But why?

Realising she wasn't going to receive any explanations, she decided to take matters into her own hands and snatched at the scarf, surprised at how easily it pulled away from her boyfriend.

The material landed in her lap, and his secret was revealed.

Her breath hitched. "Oh my God…"

She didn't know what she'd expected to see, but it definitely didn't involve a clearly infected wound around Marty's neck. The redness ran all the way around and was roughly an inch thick, with some sections weeping with yellow pus. His scratching seemed to have reopened one of those areas, for he used the top of his poncho to stop a fleck of pus from dripping into his lap.

No wonder he jumped…that looks so damn sore!

"Marty?" She asked hesitantly. "W-What happened?"

It wasn't until her made physical contact with his face that Marty seemed to snap out of his daze. His eyes came back into focus, a red blush spreading across both cheeks. His posture slumped slightly, with a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he gazed sadly at her.

This time, the message was clear. He can't tell me.

With a brief moment of uncertainty, Jennifer used both hands to encourage him to crane his neck upwards, which he reluctantly obeyed. She palpated along the infection site, careful not to let her fingers touch the sores. With almost every touch she noticed him grimacing or hissing with discomfort.

"Marty, you…you need to see a doctor," Jennifer said firmly. "T-This is…this is bad-"

He shook his head before gesturing vaguely at his outfit.

The cogs in her brain worked quickly to interpret his actions. "Did this happen with Doc?"

An affirmative nod.

"Did he try to treat this?"

He nodded, giving her one of those indignant expressions that told her 'Of course he tried, he's a scientist'.

Jennifer was nervous to ask her next question, but she knew that she needed to know. "D-Did someone try to hurt you, Marty?"

No response was provided. He eyes seemed to glaze over again before he seemed to notice something. His hand went up to his neck, hissing as his fingers came away with a fresh coat of blood. He went to grab his poncho again before Jennifer stopped him.

"Marty, don't use that grotty thing. It'll make it worse," She fumbled through her jean pockets, eventually producing a spare tissue. "I mean, this isn't completely clean, but it'll still be cleaner than that thing."

He made no attempts to stop her as she dabbed along the bleeding site. Apart from a slightly-louder hiss of pain, he remained completely silent.

Or, she suddenly realised, he physically couldn't say anything.

She wasn't used to a voiceless Marty. Normally she was the quieter one, listening patiently as he rattled on about what his family had done this time to annoy him, or what his latest song ideas were. Sometimes she was lucky enough to hear him sing, and his musical voice had quickly become one of her favourites once she'd first heard it.

Was that voice now gone forever?

A few tears slipped down her cheeks as her fingertips delicately traced along the inflamed skin. "Oh, Marty…" Her voice was barely above a whisper; if they hadn't already been centimetres apart from each other, Marty wouldn't have heard her. "Who did this to you?"

Marty said nothing.

"Is this permanent?" Jennifer breathed. Her brain was almost dizzy with the questions that this revelation raised. "H-How will you…your parents? Y-Your music career-"

He interrupted by using one hand to wipe the tears from her face. The other cupped her cheek delicately, stroking her skin with his thumb.

This time, she kissed him, pulling him into her embrace. She ignored the smell and the dirt and blood, instead focusing on the damaged man in her arms.

"We'll get through it," She whispered into his hair, massaging his back fondly. "We'll do it together, Marty."

He simply squeezed her harder and let out a strangled sob.

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[ghost-is-bae]

Xavier Plympton Imagine- winter special

Summary : When you catch a chest infection on Christmas eve, your lovely boyfriend has to look after you over the celebrative period but he really doesn't mind :)

Warnings: In detail description of a chest infection, but that's it! Just pure fluff!

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The winter months never seemed to bother Xavier. He would just wrap up in colourful hoodies and jackets, whereas you were just ill every damn day of December. It was like a Christmas curse. The first week you end up with a runny and red nose, the second week you end up with a really sore throat and the week leading up to Christmas. Well, It's a fucker. You end up with clogged ears, a headache, blocked sinuses and a killer chest infection.

Lucky for you, It was the same this year. Apart from the fact that you almost ended up in A&E because of the severity of it. Poor Xavier had to look after you for a whole month! Today started off the same for you. You woke up with a banging headache and you couldn't hear anything. You tried to sigh but ended up in a large, ferocious coughing fit. "Baby, are you okay?" Xavier's muffled voice rang through your ears as his warm hands glided gently over your arms that were caged in your thick, fluffy pyjamas.

"Yeah...I'm okay. It's just the weather." You voice came out very nasally and congested which made Xavier's heart ache. He knew how much this time of year affected you and he knew that he couldn't do anything about it. "Do you want me to book you a doctor's appointment?" you shook your head slowly, "I'll be alright. You need to get ready for your aerobics lesson!" Xavier sighed because of your stubbornness and the fact that you were always right. He had to teach a few Christmas aerobics classes (I don't know what I'm on about! ) so he kissed your red nose and got out of the cosy bed.

You closed your eyes and let out a wheezing breath before curling back into a ball and trying to get more sleep.

~

Xavier had left 3 hours before you had woken up again so you were all alone for a few more hours. You slowly slid out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen to make some chamomile tea and take some cold and flu pills. You weren't that hungry so you had some porridge and strawberries. You then decided to get dressed and go to the doctors after you almost coughed up a lung and vomited at the same time. Your chest ached every time you took a breath and there was a wall of mucus stuck in your throat that made you feel nauseous every time you swallowed.

You changed into a fluffy red sweater, a pair of soft cotton-lined leggings, black and white stripy fluffy socks and your favourite pair of ugg boots. You then threw on a large puffy black coat, a black beanie and some matching black gloves. You had previously booked your doctor's appointment so you just went straight out. You got into your car and quickly turned the engine and heating on before starting your short journey into town.

~

When you got there, you entered the doctor's office and signed in. You had to wait about 20 minutes before you were called in to see your usual doctor. "Ah, Y/n! What are you doing here again? Is it the weather?" You nodded as you sat down tiredly. "What's the biggest issue then?" he asked whilst putting a pair of latex gloves on, "It's my chest mostly. It's worse then last year-" You interrupted yourself by a string of mucus-filled, shallow coughs and a lot of chest pain afterwards. "It's sounds like it could be a chest infection so I'll just do a quick assessment and I'll prescribe you some antibiotics."

~

When you got home you were absolutely knackered (Brits get it:) and you felt even worse than before but when you saw that familiar blonde hair over the top of the couch, you instantly felt better. "I'm home," You murmured as you took your coat and shoes off. "Where'd you go?" Xavier asked after pressing a kiss to your warm forehead and laying your down next to him, with your head on his lap.

"I went to the doctors because I felt like absolute dog shit and turns out I have another chest infection. I can go back to my parents for Christmas if you want, I don't want you to get sick as well." He shook his head adamantly before looking into your eyes lovingly and saying, "I'm not just gonna leave you to suffer over Christmas. That would be an awful thing to do- I'm your boyfriend, Y/n. I have the duty of caring for you y'know?" You smiled and cuddled into his torso whilst you went to wrap your arms around his waist.

"Merry fuckin' Christmas." You said sarcastically. Xavier's loud laugh filled the room but your loud dog bark of a cough overlapped it, "I should probably go and take my meds." What a lovely way to spend Christmas eve, huh?

~

Sorry for the awful ending. I really can't write for shit! Anyway, I was trying to write using more British dialect because I hate being a Brit and having to write in an American accent. I hope you liked this and I'm sorry that there wasn't much Xavier x reader because I like to describe too much and then it ends up being like 10k words long.

Thanks,

Ava (The author :)

#imagine #christmas #xavier plympton #xavier x reader #cody fern #winter

[zoyaofthegardvn]

casual affections as a zoyalina fanfic request <3

Casual Affections

A/N: Thanks so much for your request, anon! So sorry I didn't get to it for a while. I hope this is alright! :)

Turning to look towards her wife, Zoya has to fight the smile threatening to overcome her face when she spots the unmistakable look of Alina Starkov zoning out. It's adorable, really. Her eyes are fixated on the centerpiece of the long council table. Her lips are in a straight line, absent is the shy smirk she usually adorns when it's just the two of them alone. Her eyebrows are furrowed slightly, and her chest rises and falls so slowly, she's likely to fall asleep.

Zoya feels the same way, bored to near tears with these weekly council meetings. Being the Queen of Ravka is fun, yes. But, it's also quite boring. She supposes she should be thankful for the boredom, though. It means there aren't any wars to be won, any backhanded proposals to consider, any disrupted trade routes, any grand disturbances. They discuss the same things nearly every week. Taxes, court promotions, public education, First Army and Second Army training, etc. etc.

As Queen Consort, Alina is expected to attend these meetings, too. Sometimes, Zoya lets her get away with skipping them. She'll claim she's got a lesson to teach at the school, or that she's got an important meeting to attend with the kitchen staff, of all people. She'll say she isn't feeling well, or that she needs to be there for the horses when they get their hooves cleaned or else they get nervous. Eventually, Zoya just had to resort in kissing her to shut her up. She'd pinch her butt, sharp and quick. While Alina would yelp and rub at the sore spot, Zoya would run away, laughing, shouting "You're going, my love!" But still, not as often, just every once and a while, Zoya would let Alina stay in bed, or stay at the school, or stay outside, in the forest. She'd bear almost anything in Alina's place if it made her wife happy.

Zoya sighs, knowing that as cute as she looks, others will eventually notice Alina is not paying any attention to them. She moves her left hand to rest on the top of Alina's thigh, admiring the way her wedding ring catches the light as it moves. The touch snaps Alina out of her trance, and she takes a deep breath in, shaking her head a bit to clear the fog.

She turns to look at her lover, her wife, her Queen. Zoya gives her a playful shake of the head, then squeezes her thigh, digging her nails in slightly. Alina jumps, and shoots a fierce look at Zoya. She leans in slightly before whispering, "That was mean, Z!"

Zoya can hardly contain her giggles. She whispers back, "As mean as you ignoring our council, little saint?"

Alina rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out, then turns back to face the table. They hadn't noticed the silence, everyone had stopped their chattering to observe the Ravkan Queens. From the other end of the table, Genya is shaking her head at the two of them.

Zoya clears her throat, and then she stands. "Well, my friends, I think we've not learned much more today than we did last week. Let us call an end to it, and maybe next week, we'll have things worthy of our precious time to discuss?"

At this, Alina stands quickly, her chair making a screeching sound as it gets pushed backwards. "I think what our Queen means is that, maybe we should not draw these things out unless absolutely necessary." She gives a polite, awkward laugh, trying to ease any tension. But their council is used to this by now, used to Zoya's impatience and Alina's ability to mediate any conflict.

Genya speaks next, "Yes, my Queens. Perhaps these meetings do get a bit tedious. We should work on keeping them... brief."

Zoya grasps Alina's hand in her own, rubbing her thumb along the back of her hand. "That's a wonderful idea, we'll see everyone later this evening, for dinner?" Everyone at the table nods, beginning to stand and pick up their paperwork.

Zoya gives a polite bow, then turns to leave the council room. Alina follows, their hands still intertwined. When they make it to the hallway, Alina scolds her, "You can be so bossy!"

Zoya smiles, she removes her hand from Alina's, instead choosing to wrap her arm around her beloved's waist. "Don't act like you don't like it, darling. You weren't complaining about my bossiness last night..."

Alina, never truly upset with her, throws her head back and laughs. The sound invades Zoya's heart, wrapping around it like a string, tightening her hold on her love and adoration even more than she thought possible.

"You are terrible sometimes, Zoya." She wraps her arm around Zoya too, then rests her head on her shoulder.

"I know, you're just so easy to rile up, and you know I like you riled up."

Again, that laugh fills the air. It bounces off the walls, it flutters out the open windows. It makes Zoya feel giddy and impossibly young.

"Should we retire to our room before we reconvene for supper? I think I would like to boss you around some more, you should be punished for your rudeness today, my Queen. Zoning out, it's very disrespectful, you know." Zoya doesn't even need to look at her wife to know she's likely redder than the keftas the Corporalki wear.

"Well, I suppose that would be alright..." Alina's voice has gotten deeper, quieter. It's Zoya's turn to laugh now. They continue down the long corridor, on the path that leads to their ornate bedroom. Two bodies intertwined the entire way there.

#zoya nazyalensky x alina starkov #alina starkov x zoya nazyalensky #zoya nazyalensky #alina starkov #zoyalina #zoyalina au #zoyalina imagine #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone au #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone #six of crows #king of scars #rule of wolves #sujaya dasgupta #jessie mei li #zoya nazyalensky imagine #alina starkov imagine #sapphic romance #sapphic ships #zoya x alina #sun summoner #squaller

[levinletlive]

I am Now a Week Out From Surgery.

Almost exactly, in fact, since I was released from the hospital around noon-thirty last Wednesday and I'm writing this as of noon-thirty today. I know I talked about my experience immediately post-surgery, but I thought I'd talk a little bit about the recovery too.

So, here are my notes from week one:

☼ Day One, Ground Zero ☼

I'm starting with the day of my surgery, from the minute I woke up. It has been exactly a week as of my writing this (or at least starting to write it) almost down to the minute, since it is now 12:32 p.m. and I was released officially at 12:34 p.m. the day of the procedure.

After I woke up, like most people after a surgery, I desperately needed to pee. I waited for a nurse to come check on me, but they didn't come by fast enough and I'm not ashamed to admit that I pissed myself because my bladder felt like it was about to pop. The nurses actually felt bad for not checking in sooner, and they brought a commode over because I was way too messed up to walk.

I think I set a personal record for most times peeing in a day following that. I went 3 times at the hospital and another 4 times at home. I was recovering from the anesthesia, but also on oxycodone and ibuprofen for the pain. The pain itself was pretty mild; it felt mostly like moderate menstrual cramps, and I was careful not to move around too much and find out how painful it could be. I basically just slept on and off the rest of the day and played on my Switch at night between microsleeps.

I did have to wear a pad for the first time since I started testosterone in 2019 because there was a bit of spotting, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Actually, pads fit remarkably well inside of boxers. The most uncomfortable thing about the boxers was that they pressed against the site a little, being elastic, but I just wore them lower than usual.

We had prepared my upstairs bedroom to be my recovery area, so everything I needed was at hand. I have a captain bed with three drawers, so I stocked them with snacks, medical supplies, and other items I thought I might want while I was healing. On the bed I had 4 pillows. Two went behind me to keep my head and chest elevated, one was on my stomach to protect me from bumping the incision sites, and another one was placed under my calves to keep my feet elevated and my back straight. It was weird sleeping on my back, but I wasn't comfortable enough yet to sleep on my side and it's advised to avoid sleeping on your stomach very soon after the operation.

☼ Days 2-3 Were a Blur ☼

I don't remember exactly which stuff happened on what day, but I do remember that when I woke up the day after the surgery, I felt pretty well-rested and relaxed. There was no pain outside of mild cramping, which I promptly tamped down with the oxy and ibuprofen. I was still swinging wildly between being awake and dozing off.

I couldn't move around a lot because I wasn't able to use my abs, and I had a cough from the intubation. I don't know if you've ever tried to cough without your abdomen, but I couldn't get enough pressure in my lungs to make a good, full cough. I mostly compensated by clearing my throat a lot, which made me sound like a garbage disposal. I managed the cough by eating some Werther's Original hard caramel candies. Those are a lifesaver when you have a sore throat and don't want to cough a bunch.

I was able to bathe myself by the third day. Even before surgery I had always sat on the floor of the tub when I showered because my hypermobility disorder makes me dizzy and breathless when standing for long periods, and a shower takes me (on average) 30 minutes to complete. I used my dandruff shampoo because my scalp was out of control, and I used a little bit of Dial Gold soft soap to just rinse off my belly and groin areas. I was still orange from the iodine they'd put on me in the operating room. It felt really good to be clean.

When I removed the velcro wrap the nurses had put me in, I was a little scared to look at the site. The incisions aren't actually that big. They're maybe a half-inch each, except for one longer one next to my belly button. That one is about an inch and a quarter. They're slim, like a cat's scratch. Not half as painful though, and no itching. A medical glue was used to seal them, and they're basically just scabs. They should be gone altogether in a week or two.

I still couldn't walk much, so I just paced from my room to the loft and back a couple of times each day. Other than that, I just watched Youtube videos and played on my Switch. I couldn't think straight enough to write and I my speech was a little slurred too.

My mom has been making non-stop soup. Chicken soup, potato soup, tortilla soup, beef stew, etc. The soup is nutritious and helps keep me hydrated and regular. I have also been craving cheese. Cheeseburgers and grilled cheese sandwiches, in particular.

☼ Days 4-5 I Fell and Couldn't Get Up ☼

My mom had a hysterectomy sometime last year, so she warned me not to do too much when I started to feel better. You'd think that I'd be laid up a lot longer, since an entire organ is now missing from my gut, but I was pretty alert by the following Sunday. I still couldn't walk much and going up and down the stairs took longer than usual. I had a friend over to hang out and she brought in some mail and packages I'd ordered, so I was having a good time opening them and checking out my new swag.

At one point, I tried to sit on an empty box to open the one I was previously sitting on. I don't know what I was thinking. As you might imagine, this poor, empty cardboard box could not support the load that is my absolute dump truck of an ass and it caved under me. I looked like a flipped turtle and couldn't get up without assistance. My friend had to pull me by both arms out of the box. I also had some additional spotting, which is a sign that I was doing too much and needed to chill out. So, we spent the rest of the day on the couch just shooting the shit and playing on our Switches next to each other, and that was nice.

The next day I started to realize I had some things I needed done that my mom wasn't able to do. I needed to have my sheets and blanket cleaned and replaced, but I couldn't lift my mattress so there were spots I couldn't reach without risking injury. I also had a couple of 40 lb. bags of cat and dog food that were still sitting cardboard delivery boxes and needed to be moved to the closet so the boxes could be broken down. And then, of course, the boxes were overtaking the living room so they needed to be chopped up and added to the recycling.

I was slow to get help, as usual, but did end up inviting the same friend back over to just do some of the house chores. I tried to pay her for the labor, but she refused the money. She's an actual saint. Thanks to her, there's no more cardboard in the living room, my sheets are clean, and the pet food is ready to go.

☼ Days 6 and 7 Went Too Slow ☼

By the end of the first week, I was starting to get bored and restless. I wanted to start cleaning my sewing room because I finally ordered some nice, new button down shirts for work. While my ass literally will not quit--no matter how much I beg it to stop hoarding resources--my torso is very skinny. My ribs and shoulders are so slim that a men's XS still fits me like a Hefty Force-Flex garbage bag. The disparity between my upper body and my lower body is one of the biggest factors in my dysphoria, but now I'm getting off topic.

The point is, by the end of the first week I was feeling restless. I wanted to do something, but most of the things I wanted to do required too much heavy lifting or would take longer than I could remain standing. I started to think about it and realized that I didn't have to finish any task I started; I could start, take the rest of the day off, and do a little more the next day. I can't do any lifting, but I can clean the clutter from the top of the tables. I can run a disinfecting wipe over the equipment. I can bag up Bear's old, half-empty litterbox. I can even use the shop-vac to pick up any bits of litter or fabric or whatever else has gathered in the corners of the room.

I can water my plants, I can sweep a little bit of the redwood detritus up in the backyard, I could put the tarp down after a few days of doing that, I could bring an empty bin outside and fill it with water and CLR and just let the grilling racks sit in it for a day or so, I could scrub them one at a time, I could get the mini-fridge on the dolly with some bungee cords and bring it inside, etc.

For the rest of my recovery, the game is just pacing myself. I didn't think I'd feel this good so soon after coming home because my other procedure was such a shit-show, but now I have all this energy and not enough outlets.

☼ In Conclusion ☼

As of finishing this article, I am 9 days out from the operation. Today, I was pretty content just to nap and play games or write on my laptop. I didn't even need to take the ibuprofen, and I stopped taking the Norco two days ago. There's almost no pain, but after being mostly laid up for a whole week I still get out of breath and dizzy after minimal activity. Today is a rest day. Tomorrow I have my first D&D session since the procedure and my players are excited to get back together again. We had a big reveal last time about one of their characters and we have 2 newbies joining us too, and on Sunday my sister is coming to visit me and help us out a little bit around the house.

So, I'm just going to start doing small things here and there and hopefully I can strike a balance where I don't feel bored or land back in the operating room.

As always, I hope anybody reading this can take some useful information away from it and if you have any questions about the procedure or the recovery, feel free to reach out! I love an opportunity to help out.

#hysterectomy #total hysterectomy #bilateral salpingectomy #post surgery #recovery #my transition #transgender #transmasculine #anecdote #anecdotes #my writing #written by me #my articles #journal

[oneofthosesimps]

Dance With The Devil

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 3286

summary: sukuna's wish is a new heir and you are the perfect vessel for it

warnings: mention of blood, rough sex, dirtytalk, breeding kink, hurt, angst, swearing, sub x dom, dumbification, size kink (like sukuna is a monster and you are small and petite), belly bulge, lactation/ milk kink (i guess)

authors note: sukuna is the perfect canidate to realise my really dark and deep fantasies, which is why he'll be around more often now (he's also SO hot omg)

all credits to the artist of this pic:

xquesess

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You let yourself fall against the big, strong body behind you. Your hot skin meets cold flesh and you close your eyes at the pleasure of the small cooling. You feel as if your body is on fire. No, as if the whole room is on fire.

"Eyes open, little human," his deep voice vibrates against your back and your eyelids flutter open instantly. You see his wide grin above you and you groan as his grip on your hips tightens and he holds you in place above him. You see the dark shadows his huge hands have left on your thighs and waist.

"I'm tired," you moan and rest your head on the back of your neck, closing your eyes again. The sun of the night has long since taken its place in the sky and casts its bright rays into the small room, bathing you and Sukuna in them. One of his hands grips your neck and straightens your head. Your eyes open again. "We are far from finished, so keep your eyes open," he murmurs against your ear, "If I have to ask you again, I will break your neck." A shiver runs down your spine and despite your heated body, goose bumps cover you. A little fear mixes into your bloodstream and makes your heart pump harder and stronger in your chest.

"And I would hate to do that. It's rare to find something like you". You moan loudly as his lips settle on your neck and he lets you sink lower on top of him. The sensation mingles with the pain of his teeth digging into your neck. His teeth break through the skin and you slightly wrinkle your face before he licks over the slightly bleeding area. You hear a soft murmur as his tongue collects a drop of blood and it disappears into his mouth.

"You think it's that easy to get you pregnant, little human?" His fat, monstrous cock bores painfully deep and you whimper. His grin widens even more and his teeth flash. You make a grimace as he shoves himself too deep inside you and touches your cervix, pressing against it. Your image blurs slightly and thick tears roll down your cheek. The hand around your neck loosens and he wipes them away, his nails scraping lightly over your soft skin.

"Don't cry, little one. You're doing so well. No being has lasted this long before," he murmurs as more tears come, which he wipes away, “They all cracked on me before I ripped their hearts out of their chests. But you are different, you don't make me bored.”

"You're so big," you moan and your legs begin to tremble as he lowers you all the way on top of him and your little cunt swallows his cock whole. Your insides tear and burn. You feel as if your soft walls are being overstretched by his hard length. "No, you're just far too tight and small."

The hand on your hip moves to your belly and caresses it. "Look at this: My cock just barely fits inside you". Your tired eyes catch your gaze in the mirror opposite you. Sukuna has set you down on your bed specifically so that you can watch yourself- so that you can watch him fuck your belly round. You look at your reflection in the mirror. Your small, petite body is sitting on Sukuna's lap, your legs glistening with wetness close to your core, hang splayed in the air over his knees, giving you a perfect view of your cunt and your head leaning just below his chest. It looks ridiculous. You look like a little doll compared to his gigantic body.

His white teeth and red-pink eyes sparkle at you as he wraps his strong arms around you. The moon from outside gives an even stronger contrast between light skin and deep black tattoos and his veins snake along his muscular body. There is a distinct, long bulge on your belly that starts above your cunt and ends just below your belly button. Your face looks up at him in shock and he laughs softly again, "Didn't I tell you?" His hand strokes the bulge and massages it, making you moan. "Doesn't it look good when I'm this deep inside you and your belly is bulging."

His hands go around your waist again and he starts to lift your body up. His cock pulls out of you, leaving him almost white, coating him in a mix of your juices and his. A loud moan comes deep from your body and your hands claw into his thighs. Your body is overwhelmed with exhaustion mixed with pleasure and pain - a diabolical one. Your cunt feels sore from the many times you have come and now his way too big cock doesn’t make it better.

"I can't take any more," you sigh, but Sukuna overhears your words, pressing himself back into you to the hilt.

"Yes, you can. You must, little human." At the stimulation inside you, your eyes turn and your body trembles slightly, "I will pump your cunt full again. This time, I will breed you."

His eyes fall on your face in the mirror. You look so beautiful in the moonlight. Your lips are slightly parted, your eyes slightly closed and there is a deep blush on your cheeks. His gaze travels over your small body in his hands, your nipples standing hard from you, the dark marks on your body, your slender waist that he can so easily break if he squeezes too hard. His eyes drop to where you are joined and a dark sound comes from his throat. "Look at how greedy your cunt is. And that's after you've come so many times today," he grins widely and digs his nails into your flesh, "You're lying, little one. You want more, don't you?" Sukuna changes the angle and presses against every sensitive spot inside you. Your back pushes through and you try to gasp for air and not pass out as he moves inside you with ease. His arms hold you close to him as he closes his eyes in pleasure and rests his head back.

He increases the speed and you whimper loudly, moaning his name. His head rises and his gaze falls on you again, "You want more of my juice. You want my babies." With hard thrusts he presses into you, over and over and you scream sinfully. Your nails pull at his skin, leaving deep marks.

"Too much, too much," you scream, tears running down your cheeks again. Your whole body feels sticky from your sweat, tears and his juice, some of which shimmers on you. Sukuna rams his lower body against you without even being out of breath. His endurance is incomparable. His strength is incomparable. He could and would do anything to you, if only you weren't so damn fragile. Your body is on fire, your nerves are tingling and your lower body is radiating a pleasantly warm feeling that cannot be put into words. It is getting stronger and stronger and you feel the need to help yourself with your own hands to come to an end. Your breath and voice become more panting, "I-I'm about to come."

"Silly little human, can't you hold back," he grins, ignoring your whimper and the shaking of your body in his arms. He continues to watch his fat cock disappear inside you, while you spill out and leave a wet spot on the floor. The knot in your stomach grows stronger until it finally loosens and you gasp, floating above it all. You're aware of Sukuna growling behind you as your walls pulse around him, making you tighter than ever. Nothing is as good as the orgasms he gives you, making you high. And as usual, you roar your heart out, preaching his name, before your wings leave you again and your weightless body hits the earth hard. This orgasm and the ones before are not as long and good as your first ones this night. Your pussy needs a rest and you need sleep, but you know you won't get it anytime soon. Your cries and pleas are music to Sukuna's ears and he wants to hear his name from your mouth again and again. You are hyper-sensitive and scream loudly as Sukuna continues and does not stop fucking you. The smacking of your cunt as it sucks his cock inside you mixes with your croaking voice as you wiggle back and forth in his arms, trying to escape his grip, which will always be in vain. Saliva runs down your chin and drips onto the floor.

"And another one," he murmurs in your ear as thick tears run down your cheeks again. "How many times do you think I'm going to make you come tonight?" He licks over the aorta at your neck as your cries slowly subside and fade back into whimpers.

"I can't take any more," you whisper weak.

"That's what you just said," he laughs, and his right hand drops between your legs, lightly caressing your swollen clit. You wiggle wildly back and forth and try to get his hand off you. The sensation is too much and you feel as if you are about to faint as you break apart in his arms. It hurts unpleasantly badly and you can't think straight. He continues stroking until your breathing becomes heavier again and you moan slightly again.

"You know what we're doing this for, don't you, little human?" You gasp for breath as his angle changes slightly again and he presses against your G-spot.

"Tell me, what are we doing this for?"

"I-I ... I ... c-can't..."

"You can't? Of course you can, try a little harder," he smirks and circles your clit harder, pressing against it and your walls twitch, tighten again and it feels like you're crushing him. He moans into your ear. Was there a better feeling than fucking his little human? Probably not. Fucking you silly and stupid was his favourite thing to do.

"Y-You want to ... make me ... pregnant."

"Right, I want to breed you. You are mylittle whore. I'll fill your hole over and over again until your belly is round and fat." You moan at his words.

"You will look so beautiful with my heir in your belly. I can't wait until your tits are dripping with milk in them," he murmurs against your neck, looking at you in the mirror. Your gaze meets his. "I'm going to milk them like your cunt is doing to my cock right now." His nail scrapes lightly across your clit and you explode, this time without warning. His laughter fills the room as you fall against him again and come down from another high.

"And you said you couldn't take any more." His body vibrates with more laughter and you close your eyes, much to his displeasure. He sighs and looks down at you, clearly seeing your exhaustion, while your breath changes and the wrinkles on your forehead smooth out. His thrusts stop and he licks his lips. His hand drops to your cheek and caresses it lightly. If his heart wasn't dead and cold, it would be doing a little leap right now.

Sukuna has long since ceased to understand the emotions felt by those around him; his time as a human was too long ago for that. But he sees in you how one behaves when one is in love, when one would do anything for someone, and he thinks he feels that for you, even if he cannot express or name it. No one has ever lived by his side for so long. Any other person would have been killed and replaced by him by now.

He lays you down on the bed behind him and examines your skin, which is covered with numerous wounds. His hand strokes your thigh, his nails scratch your body and he bends over you.

His eyes caress your face. Your hair is slightly sweaty on your forehead, the lashes of your closed eyes cast shadows on your cheeks and your full lips are red and swollen. His thumb strokes your cheekbone before his flat hand slaps lightly against your cheek. With a shock you wake up and look at him. He grins broadly, "You're lucky it's you, that's why I'm not breaking your bones. I’d think you were too bored and I wasn't challenging you enough." His left hand on your thigh wraps your leg around his waist and his cock pushes between the lips of your pussy, spreading them wide and he pushes into you again. You whimper under him and squirm slightly.

"Mmm, are you bored? Am I not fucking you enough?" You stare at him, startled, and shake your head before your back pushes through to him and you moan. He picks up his pace from a moment ago, burying himself inside you. His eyes rest hungrily on your tits, which jiggle up and down in front of him. He licks his lips before lowering his head and his mouth wraps around your left nipple. You moan louder as he sucks hard and his tongue plays around it. He looks up at you, "I'm so happy when they're heavy and full of milk. I'm going to suck on your tits and drink it. You will taste so good." You roll your eyes at his words, your hands reach into the sheet beneath you and you claw into it. He bites your nipple far too hard before releasing it with a plop. Your dry voice croaks more than you cry out and you pull at the sheet to get rid of your pain - unsuccessfully.

"Su-Sukuna...," you sigh loudly at his hand around your leg tightening. He holds his face right above yours and four eyes look at you, examine your reaction as he fucks you in the mattress. It's time for him to finish this round.

"I'm filling you now, little human," he murmurs and hot breath sprays around your already overheated face.

A deep thrust and he presses against your cervix again. Your lips open and your eyes turn back. He laughs softly, "You look so terribly stupid and pathetic. There's probably nothing left of your already small brain." Your head doesn't notice his words, you are far too drained. His laughter turns into a grin again. The hand around your leg loosens and he places his thumb on your clit.

Another deep thrust and your insides are on fire with pain. Your tongue drops out of your mouth. "You're not making it any better, little one. If you could see yourself now," he collects the saliva in his mouth and spits on your tongue. Some of it misses and runs down your chin, "You're no good for anything else. You are forever my breeding machine, producing baby after baby." He bares his teeth and stares at your face and you try to hold his gaze as moans escape you again and again. "You'll spend your whole life just waddling around, thick and round, while we hang on your tits like a calf on its mother's teats." His thumb on your clit starts rubbing it. The pressure is strong and you go crazy inside. Your whole body is screaming at you, begging you to come, but its speed is wisely chosen. You are drifting in a dilemma of coming and not coming and it is draining you to your soul. You are always just before it, but you do not cross the line.

Another deep thrust and he growls low and wicked. A knot forms in his stomach and he becomes even more brutal. He has to hold back or he'll fuck you bleeding. "And you know what? You're going to look so beautiful. I can't wait to fuck you like this when you're pregnant. I'll press another baby next to the other one." He bares his teeth again and his eyes blaze, his red eyes are like rubies. His right hand grips your neck and squeezes it shut. He forces you to look him right in the face and you blink, slight panic forming in your body and your milky eyes clear again.

"Tell me how much you want to be pumped full of my seed. Tell me who your god is, pathetic human." Your hands clasp his broad wrist and a wide grin settles over his face. How he loves to see you fear for your life. How he loves to see how much he has you in his grasp.

"Sukuna..." you whisper.

“Present again? Is there anything other than hot air in your head?” His nails on your neck are digging into it, drops of blood begin to run from some wounds. The sight was so beautiful. The power he has over you makes the blood run out of your body - how he would love to lick it away.

You grip his wrist tighter and your eyes wander back and forth between his, “Su-Sukuna, please…”

"What, please? Use your words." The red of his eyes are now only narrow rings. His pupils have exploded and he stares at you like a madman - as if you were his next victim.

Your croaky voice is now also muffled by the pressure on your neck. You feel as if you have forgotten how to speak. You try to clear your throat, but it doesn't work.

"Y-you are my God ... I live for you ... only you ...", his grin widens more, as you squeeze out the words and formulate a sentence with the greatest effort. "I worship you, only you. I love and adore you." His grip tightens even more and you feel as if your eyes are going to pop out of your head. The blood rushes in your ears, you see single dark stars in front of your eyes, while he rocks your body. Your nails dig into his skin and you try with all your might to draw air into your lungs. Please do not kill me.

"I-I love you so much … I will give you as many heirs as you want … Only please... S-Sukuna...," you croak, and he groans loudly. Tears form in your eyes as his hand does not loosen. Your neck hurts from the wounds and the pressure. You stare at him in fear and beg him inwardly to spare your life. In a millisecond his gaze changes again while he looks at you and his hand loosens. He presses painfully against your clit. Life flows back into your body and mixes with the feeling between your legs, taking you over the edge, your weak body exploding again.

Another thrust, deep and hard, and he comes, his cock pumping his balls empty, filling you to the top. He moans loudly, murmurs your name and puts his hands behind his head, “Fuck, one day, I will break you and you will love it.” As usual, his juice is far too much and immediately runs out the sides before he has even finished coming. You feel his cock twitching inside you as your eyes fall shut and your body relaxes completely.

Sukuna looks down at you, eyeing his work - he is quite pleased with himself. He looks at your connection and mourns the seeds that have flowed out of you. Staying buried in you so that the rest stays stuffed inside you his soft voice echoes through the room but you no longer hear it, "A short break for you before we start again, little love."

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