#AND NO ONE GIVS A FUCK

[desastreus]

reasons i hate living in a small town

people who think you're part of their church will recognize you and say hi

#this is my parents' fault #i never wanted to go to church #never wanted to be seen as one of them #please make me invisible the next time i go outside #i think one of the christianity problems is the reason they're behaving so kind and loving is because they believe that that will get you #into heaven but i don't think they genuinely care about me #just... if they would see me on the street and my parents never took me to church or my parents never went to church then they wouldn't giv #a fuck about me #kind of reminds me of school #you're in a class with all different kinds of people so just try to fit in and be kind but you never really comfortable with these people #because you have literally no choice but to sit in the same room with them all day #like... you're immediately taught to be nice to everyone and that you can't escape from people you don't feel comfortable around #maybe i'm going to deep into all of this but #vent post #cw vent #vent cw

[brenbofen]

Being obsessed with Dottore has made me realize a lot about myself,,

Rambling in tags, nsfw warning

#— dottie brainrot #like hohhh #he has made my breeding kink fucking skurocket #its not even funny how badly i wanna get him pregnant #OR LIKE #YOU FUCK HIM SO GOOD HE CANT EVEN TBINK STRAIGHT #HES JUST BEGGING U TO FILL HIM UP N GEF HIM PREGNANT #hes like ‘oh god pleaseee pleasee. pleasee fill me up. youll do it for me yah? give me ur kids???’ #n you jisg stare at him #like holy shit you fucked the seconf harbinger il dottore so good he wants you to knock him up #kinda into knife play with him #he givs u a knife m begs you to carve shit into his thighs #would only hurt u if ur into it #id let him apply pressure to my wounds #i wouldnt let him give me new ones but like if he wanted he could suck on a cut #id let him

[castleclysm]

screaming crying sobbing bc I just learned the sinnoh gym leaders have zero merch outside of tcg cards

bertha...... fantina............ poor shovel dad byron who can't even get a masters appearance...................................

it's okay my loves I remember and appreciate you even without a marketable plushie

#♚;; out of character #if turo doesn't get plushiefied I'll actually cry. giv me professor #but you know what fucks ???? that series of villain pikachus they did a while back. I have a rocket grunt but no one else #but they were CUTEEEEEEE. the little ghetsis and lysandre ones? and the grunt uniform set? pls they were adorable

[zenyuumi]

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#vent tag #GRRGRGRR FUCK IM STRESSED OUT #ive been having the worst memory lately and im getting scared #i keep forgetting places and people important to me and i hate it #i already forgot the last name of someone who used to be one of my dearest friends and i cant remember it no matter how hard i try #i get terrified thinking about what ill forget next. my memories with my family are also getting really foggy #what if when they all die i start to forget their faces and their voices and all the time ive spent with them #i dontw ant that to happen #i think im gonna go insane #i dont want time to pass i just want everything to be still #sorry ill be normal again just giv me 5 minutes

[micamone]

just learned deer can and will just fucking walk through your doggy doors to get into your house and i am so annoyed rn. like this is the shit behavior i expect from a racoon, which i just heard from a neighbor broke into their house by peeling the screen off the open window and letting themself in. the worst i thought a deer could do is eat your rose bush because fuck you for trying to garden. shocked and betrayed.

#little bastards!!! #i understand it's more our fault for givving them less and less space to live #and then the idiots who feed them so they get less and less afraid of humans and become problems #but oh my god #my posts #i want a cat door for my gattos but that's only if we have a cattio attatched to it. and STILL i have a waking nightmare #of getting up one morning and there being a fucking racoon broken into the cattio some how.

[sovereignxfae]

@distopea said:

❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ (Astra likes to watch 👀)

K'in shuffles away from gleaming eyes. Leaning further into plush pillows and pressing the back of their head to the cool wood of the headboard. Messy curls fall into their face and they hide. 

Fuzzy and heated, their mind fills with questions when they get comfortable. 

When did it get so warm? When did they get undressed? Most of all why was he still fully clothed? If they weren’t so intent on trying to blend into the pillows maybe they’d notice him take a seat at the edge of the bed sooner. 

They would have loved that. It would have spared them from locking gaze with golden brown. It has nothing to do with how they look like liquid gold.

They promise—swear. Though, they admit, huffing and flushed, that it's the best when the melted gold is on them.

Especially when the same eyes make it's way down their body.

They don't know why (maybe they do and are in denial?) but when those eyes stop motion and all of his attention, or however much he deems then worthy, on whatever part of them that intrigues him at the time, there's not much to do but allow it to be seen.

And seen they were.

Slowly, K'in lets their legs fall open. Leaving themselves on display, hands dragging along the planes of their thighs. Starts at the innermost part to the outermost. K'in bites into the flesh of their lip to muffle their whimpers.

Force of habit.

They pause to peek at Astra at the foot of the bed. He's watching. K'in trembles.

The full body tremors weren’t caused by their self inflicted teasing. Neither was it a mere result of their anticipation. As much as they wished that was the cause. It would leave them their ego but, alas, the reason for the unsteady hands and heavy breathing was all credited to him. 

“..Fuck—!” Despite the feeling behind it the curse was said lowly. Only volume being the whine in their voice. They wonder of it'll be fine to cry.

Gold and Periwinkle hues squeeze shut as shaking fingers find its way between soaked folds. K’in breath hitches when they circle their entrance. They are soaked. They whine at the feeling. If that’s how it feels they can only imagine what it looks like.

They peek at him, barely opening their eyes, just to see what awaits them. 

It proved to be a stupid course of action. All that they saw before shivering was molten gold staring at them already. What makes it worse is that they think—maybe they're sure—he's smirking under the hand at his mouth.

They slip a finger in. Their hips raise at the intrusion. Shaking and whining they add another shortly after. K'in tries hard to be quiet, they have already bitten through there lower lip. What more could you ask of them?

There's nothing stopping their cries now. In that small, small clear part of their mind they wonder what the point of trying was if they end up like this regardless.

Soon enough they're three fingers deep inside and breathless. Their other hand is tugging roughly at their nipples.

“Astra—! Please? Can I? C-can I cum?” So close and they ask. Everything screams to take it back and throw themselves over the edge. They'd love to but the need to be good is greater.

So greeted with silence, they stop. It's done with a whiny cry and his name. Eyes closed and panting they wait. And wait. And wait.

Breath still stuttering K'in asks, “Was I good?”

#❝ back and forth but with no end in sight — ❞ (rp) #❝ i'll fuck you right i will — ❞ (sinday) #tw: {ns/fw} #❝ known for one or another this isn’t home so i shall leave — ❞ (mafia modern au) #distopea #❝ lemon slices and burning iron — ❞(k’in) #//i gib to you #//SO LATE BUT I GIV #//*sigh* hope you like miho 😭

[sukunasweetheart]

fem!reader, heaps of cum, somnophilia, handjob, blowjob, lots of masturbation, its just mindless smut so um... yea.... i need to go to horny jail fr for this one.

word count: 1k

I just need more perv!sukuna man.... fucking pathetic and desperate and horny, i want him with that degenerate behaviour. hes alr a horny ass mf but ohhh my goodness do YOU light a fire in him that nobody else can... You make him question his fucking dignity bc he gets a raging boner every time you do the bare minimum...

Perv!sukuna who needs to take a bathroom break every now and then around you bc his dick just wont stay down - fucking his fist desperately in a toilet stall being as quiet as possible because this is so out of character for his image, he's supposed to be the nonchalant, mean, coldhearted guy!!

Perv!sukuna who shudders from how turned on he is at the simplest things you might do, like when you bump into him on accident and the scent of your perfume hits his nose like an aphrodisiac, he wants to bury his face against the crook of your neck and inhale deeply - let the smell of you reach deep into his lungs. he wants to run his tongue across your skin so he can check if you taste as good as you smell.

Perv!sukuna who eventually makes his moves on you slowly... but its really difficult when every little kiss makes all the blood rush to his cock. He drops you off to your house after a date, and he makes out with you a little bit in his car before you have to leave, and there, he's sitting in the driver's seat with a tent in his pants. He waits until the window to your room lights up, and begins to stroke himself while thinking about how're you're probably stripping in your bedroom right now, to change your clothes. and speaking of clothes....

Perv!sukuna who likes to bring any of your scented clothes against his nose and jack off vigorously, unable to get enough of it. eyes rolling back when that orgasm hits him while every breath he takes in has your smell embedded in it.

Perv!sukuna who somehow manages to snatch up one of your panties one day and jerks himself off with it... he didn't want to cum directly on it yet, but he couldn't help himself and soiled it so quickly. he'll need to wash it now, and your scent's gonna be lost. if that's the case, he'll just use it a few more times to get himself off. (by the end of it, he's ruined it beyond washing with his seed by going a bit overboard...)

Perv!sukuna who starts nosebleeding the first time he actually gets to wet his dick with your pussy. You were mortified when drops of blood started running down from his nose once his cock was inside you. He wipes it away with tissues from your bedside and insists hes fine with a wolfish grin... he's just overtly aroused. that night, he wound up using a whole box of condoms from just your cunt alone. milked completely. so satiated. at one point, he had forgotten to change condoms after cumming once and blew a couple of loads into the same one, making you balloon up a bit.

Perv!sukuna who has a libido of an endless pit, he can stay hard and just cum over and over and over again... could stuff you so full you'll be pushing his seed out of yourself for literal days after having sex with him, once you're on the pill. he's just dumped his seed into you but his hips are still thrusting, cock heavy and ready to give you another one without pulling out once.

Perv!sukuna who is obsessed with any and every part of your body. the way he gropes your tits, ass, thighs, hips, etc. resembles a perverted old man - those grabby hands are always finding a way to squish your flesh whatever chance he gets. those large, searing and calloused hands are constantly gliding across your skin, making you wet your panties without failing all the damn time. his arms snake under your clothes very sneakily. you can push him away and verbally chastise him all you want, but you can't hide how much you enjoy all of it...

Perv!sukuna who becomes relentless with somnophilia once you give him the consent-- it starts off with just pathetic and desperate dry humping, but soon you'll be waking up with his dick anywhere on the surface of your skin or inside you, and you're greeted with a 'good morning' that's riddled with a deep groan, followed by ropes of his hot cum spilling in or onto you.

Perv!sukuna who just HAS to drag you to somewhere like the public toilets, in order to get you to suck him off or stroke him or SOMETHING bc his boner is getting too painful (you caressed his thigh). you always opt for jerking him off when you're outside, because things tend to get too messy when you let him in. he has no self control smh... now he's fucking YOUR fist in a stall, panting in your ear and saying things like "fuck, yes, baby... squeeze me more- fuu-ck," before painting the toilet with spurts of his cum. you grip firmly onto the base of his dick and he almost buckles over from the pleasure. you feel his pulsating cock in your hand and bite your lip hard.

Perv!sukuna who gets an oral fixation after you gave him head once. things get difficult for you. those pretty lips wrapped around his erection makes him absolutely feral. now he's thrusting in and out of your throat mumbling "fuck- i can't- help myself-" because you're tightening up on him so nicely and it feels too good. releases straight inside with your nose pressed onto his pubic bone, hips jerking as you feel the spurts hit the back of your throat and seep down to your stomach. his eyes half-lidded, high from the pleasure.

sukuna might be the greatest pervert of all time, but what does it say about you when you stay with him regardless? you enjoy being his live fuck toy. thankfully, he gives you great aftercare and spoils you silly behind the scenes. (i wasnt bothered to write the romance aspects so please imagine it yourselves <3) the way i wanted to add MORE but refrained bc it would get a bit too repetitive :)

Masterlist

#sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna

[kii2me2ii2]

do I actually not care that the people in my head are fake or can I not afford to care

#not sollux saying it was rude to try and kick him out 😭😭 #LIKE STOP TRYNA BANG ME ALL THE TIME THEN DUDE ITS ALL YOU DO #ok well its not all he can also help me feel better 😌 cus he can giv me hug #this post is kinda abt multiple situations w different specifics so. jus know sollux is not the only brain worm i got. #[more specifically that my only brain dude isnt jus guy tryna fuck (who also make me feel better)] #hes the only one who is. semi present. #but hes nice. #if i was lesser read i would have probably called him a tulpa or something years ago lmao #my brain worms are important. i like to think they help keep me alive #i dont have to worry as much about not having people if i got people in my head ya know lol

[eyesofshinigami]

Boyfriend Privileges

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Just getting together, language, fluff

Prompt: For @sparklyslug "Love is letting him pick the music"

WC: 959

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 21

The rules were simple in Steve’s car. Wipe your feet before you get in. No snacks or drinks. And most importantly, don’t touch the fucking radio.

Steve is very particular about his music. He likes what he likes and he won’t hear anything about it. He likes pop music because it’s happy, it’s fun, and it gives him something mindless to sing along to when his head feels too full.

Even when the kids complain, or Robin teases him, Steve is steadfast. Whatever is playing is what’s going to play, and no one is going to be able to say anything about it. 

But then Eddie came crashing into his life like a hurricane. 

Eddie is a lot of things that Steve isn’t. He’s confident and loud, brash and unapologetic in just about everything he does. They’re also the same, sometimes; they’re both scarred, both of them just wanting to be loved, to be understood. 

Falling for Eddie was a quiet thing, for Steve. It crept up on him until one day he looked at Eddie, smiling and laughing as he and the kids were gathered around the table playing their dragons game, and he thought oh. Oh I want to be with this person for the rest of my life. 

That’s where it started, and now they’re here. It’s only been a couple of days since Eddie beat him to the punch and confessed first. They kissed, they touched, and decided that this is something they both wanted. Steve could hardly believe that Eddie wanted him back. 

They hadn’t told the kids yet; not that they were hiding it, but they were both enjoying just being together and figuring out what exactly that meant. But it’s good already, with Eddie giving him a sweet, private smile as he slides into the front seat. Steve had volunteered to pick the whole gaggle of them up from the arcade so he could bring them back to his house for a movie night. 

“Heya Stevie,” Eddie says, pulling his hair across his mouth. It’s enough to make Steve’s heart start beating fast even over the sound of the boys climbing into the backseat. “Happy to see me?”

“Always,” Steve answers honestly. Eddie’s cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink and Steve mourns the fact that he can’t leave over and kiss him. Soon, he tells himself. Once they drop the kids off, they’ll go back to Eddie’s trailer and-

“We’re burning daylight, Steve! I thought we were going to watch a movie or something!” Dustin’s voice breaks through the lovesick haze that had settled over them.

Steve grumbles and turns the car on. “Keep your shirt on, butthead. We’re going now.” That incites another bout of grumbling and arguing from the backseat. “Don’t make me regret offering you guys the chance to use the TV. Or make me consider throwing out all those snacks I bought, or sending the pizza back…” 

Eddie pretends to swoon and presses his hand to his forehead. “Oh no, please, oh gracious King of my Heart! Do not let the ramblings of the peasants cast a shadow upon your infinite kindness and patience!” He looks up at Steve with big, wide eyes that make Steve think a whole lot of other things besides the upcoming movie night. “What can this fair knight do to assuage the slight against your good name?”

“I could think of a few things,” he says, just loud enough for Eddie to hear. It makes a pretty cat-like grin break out across Eddie’s face. Oh, the things they’re going to do later…

Eddie seems to be on the same page, licking his lips as he reaches up to the radio. He pushes the button and pops the tape out, slipping in  the he’d made for Steve the night they decided they wanted to give this a go. It makes Steve’s heart skip a beat. 

It’s probably why it takes him so long to realize that the backseat has gone completely silent. No squabbling, so arguing, no nothing. Dead silent. Eddie picks up on it too, turning around in his seat to stare at them. “Did someone press the mute button? What gives?”

“You touched the radio,” comes Will’s voice from the back, sounding awed. 

“Yeah? And? Steve always lets me put music on.”

That gets a reaction. Dustin and Mike start squawking protests. “What the hell, Steve?? You never let us pick the music? You don’t even let Robin touch the radio! What are the three rules of riding in the Bimmer?” Dustin calls out.

“Wipe your feet. No snacks or food. And most importantly, don’t touch the radio,” the other boys in the back chorus together. 

Eddie turns and looks at Steve, smile getting impossibly wider. “Is that so?” 

He could deny it. He could lie and say they’re just being shitheads about it. It’d be really easy. “Yeah. Yeah it is true. But you know,” Steve stops, reaching over and grabbing Eddie’s hand to press a kiss to the back of it. His heart is pounding, but it’s worth it for the stars he sees in Eddie’s eyes. “You’re the exception to the rule.”

The backseat erupts in a whole different bout of noise, but Steve tunes it out. He’s too busy enjoying the way he and Eddie’s fingers are laced together over the console, the mixtape Eddie made for him playing in the background. 

“Does this mean you’ll let us eat in the car now?” Mike tries, sounding put out. 

Steve shakes his head. “Absolutely fucking not.” Though, he looks over at Eddie, who is still grinning like the cat who got the canary. “Except you. Boyfriend privileges and all that.”

It’s worth the noise coming from the back.

#les writes things #steddie #steddielovemonth

[zeltqz]

— ✭ — 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 — ✭ —

-> SUMMARY. satoru's smart in many things, but when it comes to dating and relationships, he's lacking that intellect. somehow he expects you to always be there for him to patch him up.

-> pairing : gojo!satoru x nurse!reader

-> length: 5.7k

-> tags. nsfw+18 content, injuries (mentions of bruises, cuts and scratches), implied beef with suguru (i shall not be elaborating further lol), medical practices; stitches etc, gojo is fucking annoying lol, love him though, reader is going to grow grey hairs bc of him, implied fwb relationship, satoru ghosts reader for five months (not his proudest moment but plz giv him a chance), marks during sex, blood mentions, unsafe sex, creampie, nicknames

-> a/n: im currently having a gojo brain rot. its not funny and this is a cry for help. ps i have no clue how to do any medical practices so if you notice some things are off just...shh.... 🤫

Satoru strolled through the clinic doors, his shirt rumpled and stained with remnants of blood. From the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of an older woman clutching her purse and just opposite her, a mother grabbed her kids closer towards her and away from him. 

Ignoring them was easy, after all he was here for one thing and one thing only. He approached the front desk and the nurse behind the counter was tapping at her keyboard, head tilted towards her shoulder to balance her phone. 

“Ah okay, gotcha. Your appointment is scheduled for next Tuesday. See you next week sir!” she said enthusiastically before hanging up and looking up at Satoru. “Hi, how can I help you toda—”

Her eyes widened as she met his gaze. Satoru rested his elbows on the surface and smiled back at her. 

“Hey! Is (Name) working tonight?” He didn’t even get the question out fully before craning his neck to peek past the doors reserved for the nurses.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if you’ll be mad if she answered truthfully. It was conflicting for her. She’s fully aware of your brief relationship with Satoru. Hell, all the nurses were somewhat intrigued and aware to an extent. The extent being you refused to tell them any personal details of the matter. The only things they knew was when you’d suddenly get a text on your phone and the next five minutes you were leaving early, you were with Satoru.

But that was months ago. 

His frequent visits and texts started declining over the last few months and by the lack of Satoru written all over your face and phone, they all just assumed you stopped seeing each other. 

Satoru examined her hesitation and came to a conclusion. “Ah. She is, isn’t she? So, where is she? The back?” He tried to sneak another look past the small vertical window allocated on the wooden door to get a glimpse of your hair or anything before the nurse stood up. 

She wasn’t tall by any means, but with the way Satoru was hunched, it lowered his magnificent height to something more manageable and she was able to block his view with her head. “You’re not allowed to look inside there.”

“Then stop wasting my time and tell me if she’s here.” His eyes flashed momentarily as he started to get pissed and it was enough for her knees to buckle and give way, dropping her successfully back onto her seat.

“S—she’s not—” 

Before she could even finish her lie, the sound of a door opening from down the hallway caught everyone’s attention. An elderly lady walked out of the room, holding a walking stick and a grateful smile on her face. Once she got a reasonable distance out of the room, she turned around to face you and bowed, thanking you for the help.

You held onto her and helped her down the hallway a bit before letting go and leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a satisfied smile on your lips as you watched her walk at a slow but steady pace. Her hand stopped trembling as much against the stick and you were just happy she was slowly improving. 

It wasn’t until you looked past the elderly woman’s head did you notice Satoru himself, hunched over the reception. Your fellow nurse looked at you guilty before sighing. 

Satoru stood up straight once he met your eye. 

“Oh hell no,” you muttered under your breath and quickly darted back inside the room.

It’s unfortunate you’re messing with Satoru Gojo of all people because he was faster than you and crossed the distance in the hallway before you managed to lock the door behind you.

You did however, manage to get it shut and used it to your advantage and pressed your back against it. 

Satoru sighed, the sound smooth and honeyed, knocking gently on the door’s window with his knuckles. “Lemme in. I’m injured, you know?”

You couldn’t help but feel flattered that he was only acting with you, pretending to give you the choice of helping him or not because you both knew he could easily have this door open in seconds and you’d probably be flying across the room if he had his way.

“That’s got nothing to do with me, Gojo. Please leave and make an appointment. If you need an impromptu surgery, please find a hospital. Not a clinic.”

“But you’re the best nurse,” he said, pouting.

You rolled your eyes. Yeah right. If anything they were all better than you. You only started working here recently, having a few months experience compared to years. The first time you gave him stitches, you had pierced him full of holes so much that he was even surprised he had a drop of blood left inside him, but he kept healing himself so you barely noticed the damages.

Another thing about Satoru.

He doesn’t actually get injuried. His injuries are nothing but an illusion he creates to get close to you. All the times he came in battered and bruised, nothing was real and if they were, they didn’t hurt one bit. But it didn’t help that he was such a good, charming actor that you couldn’t help but fall for his little game every time.

“I’m not the best nurse, Gojo. Now for the second time, if you need treatment, go to a hospital or make an appointment.”

“Gojo?” he questioned, sounding utterly confused. At first, he thought the sudden use of his last name was just a fluke on your end. But twice in a row? Nah, he’ll wait to see if you use it one more time before making a judgement.

“Yes. Isn’t that your name? Now are you going to a hospital or not Gojo? Us nurses have actual patients to attend t—”

The door was pushed open easily and he walked inside without a care in the world as you fought back the childish urge inside you to not stomp your feet on the floor and throw a tantrum. 

Satoru stood tall over you and it wasn’t until the ceiling light hit his face that you finally noticed the scratches on his face and cut on his lip. They weren’t hospital level serious but you couldn’t help but feel worried at the sight of seeing him hurt.

“What the hell happened to you?” There was no malice in the question, your voice filled with nothing but concern.

He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Got into a bit of trouble,” he said with a chuckle, scratching his messy hair.

You scowled and shook your head before holding his face in your hands to examine the damages. “This looks…managable.” You pull away after close examination and begin removing your gloves. “The nurse in room 405 upstairs can help with that cut.”

You turned around to throw the gloves in the bin and wished you saw the look on Satoru’s face as his smile fell at your words.

“That’s nice and all but I was hoping you’d help me with it. You know? For old times sake, yeah?”

“Definitely not .” 

“Why no—”

You turned around and poked him in his chest, hard, unaware of the big bruise under his shirt. 

“You ignored me for weeks! Not even weeks actually. Months! And now you think you can just waltz in and take advantage of my services? You’re so—” You stopped yourself when you felt yourself getting angrier and took a deep breath, taking a few steps backwards create some distance between you and Satoru.

Inside, you hated to admit you actually liked Satoru and grew fond of him. You weren’t one to usually let people into your hearts but he was an exception, and he just vanished. 

The first week was okay, you didn’t mind. After all the two of you were spending way too much time together on a daily basis so maybe he just needed some space? 

The second week, you were also…kind of okay with it? It’s a dramatic change to go from seeing and talking to someone everyday to suddenly have two weeks no contact. It was lonely but you just chalked it up to him being busy.

By a month it was just getting ridiculous at that point. Third month? You were pissed and swore up and down if you saw him around in public you’d claw his face out with your scalpels. 

Fifth month you had convinced yourself you had moved on. You blocked his number on everything and made sure he had no ways of contacting you ever, despite the fact you knew deep down you missed his touch, his kisses, his words, his voice, his dic—

“I’m sorry about that. I’m a busy man, you know?”

“It’s always ‘you know this’, ‘you know that’. Fuck —” You dug the heels of your palms in your eyes out of sheer frustration. “I don’t know anything because you can’t communicate with me! You were too busy? Busy?! Too busy that you couldn’t even open your phone and I don’t know, call me?! Text me?! I think even an email at that point would’ve made me satisfied. Not just radio silence Satoru .”

This time when you said his first name, it was filled with such emotion behind it. He could feel it from where he stood. You tried to keep your face as casual as possible but the eventual twitch of your bottom lip gave you away. 

“I know baby. I’m so sorry.” He took a step forward and tested his luck. You didn’t push him away or tell him to leave you alone, so he engulfed his arms around you, wrapping you into his chest. 

You refused to hug him back, standing eerily still as your face was suffocated between his chest. The scent of him was so strong that it almost made you tear up. Five months. Five fucking months of no Satoru was enough to drive you mad. You were so touch starved that you physically had to strain your arms in order to keep them at your side and stop them from wrapping around his waist.

“I’m so sorry baby. I mean that. I didn’t mean for things to get this far,” he murmured into your hair, holding you so softly almost as if you’re delicate. “But I’m here now, okay. Always.” 

He was met with silence. 

“Baby?” His heart skips thrice in his chest when he realises your hand rose to the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric for dear life as you tried to fight back tears.

Crying in front of people wasn’t something you normally did, almost hiding it late at night in the comfort of under your bedsheets. The tears were always so easy to flow freely during those times, but now it felt like your eyes were hot and stinging and you couldn’t control them anymore.

With his hand on the back of your neck, he slowly pulled your face away from his chest and lifted your chin to look up at him.

You were a silent crier thank god; the mere thought of you ugly sobbing and sniffing in front of Satoru made you want to end it all. He pouted and wiped your eyes with his sleeve. 

“Wow, I really had an impact on you didn’t I? Interesting,” he hummed.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck you.” You pulled away first and stomped over to grab some tissues. “I’ll wipe my damn face. I don’t need you.”

“You do need me though.” He pointed to the wet patch on his white shirt. “Clear proof!”

Now that your eyes are dry enough to see clearly again, your eyes wandered around the room, looking for something you could throw at Satoru’s head to knock his brain back into place. Your hands twitched into fists as you tried to control yourself again. 

Satoru noticed. “You know I knew you’d be mad at me which is why I got myself all beat up so you could poke needles into my skin.” Then,  he sighed, long and dramatically. “And people say I’m not thoughtful.”

“You’re not thoughtful. You’re an idiot with no common sense at all.”

“How else was I supposed to see you again?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Maybe call me?” You paused, remembering you blocked him. “You could’ve just come and seen me. You know, without getting yourself all battered? You can never think like a normal human I swear to God.”

That was what you loved about him though, his carelessness and recklessness. It only added to the excitement you felt when you were with him and the fact you knew whatever he did there’d be no consequences because he was the strongest and rules don’t even apply to him.

But Satoru doesn’t need to know all that.

Satoru scrunched his nose at your idea and shook his head. “Ehhhh I dunno. Too boring. This,” he alternated pointing his finger between the both of you, “is much better though.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Get on the bed before I change my mind.”

“Yes ma’am!” He strolled over towards the patient bed and sat down, kicking his legs as he stripped off his shirt. By the time you turned around to face him with the supplies you needed, you almost dropped them all. 

There was a huge bruise on his chest followed by more cuts and scratches running all down his chest. 

“Gojo! Who the fuck did you fight?!” Your mouth dropped open at the sight, pure concern written all over your features.

His eyebrows furrowed a little. “Satoru*,” he corrects, looking salty. When you didn’t waver, waiting for a response, he sighed again. “It doesn’t really matter who I fought. Just come on, patch me up,” he ordered, smiling boldly at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do. Answer the question Go—Satoru.” 

He smiled triumphantly at your words. “Suguru.”

It was almost amusing to him to watch you file the name and process it. It definitely sounded familiar, but you spent the last five months erasing everything Satoru related from your mind, so it took a little longer than usual to remember. But eventually you remembered who Suguru was and gasped. 

“Suguru?! What—why?!”

He shrugged and you could tell he really didn’t want to talk about it. “He just…did somethings that pissed me off so we fought.” He looked unusually serious for a moment and you could tell something deeper than that happened, but you weren’t here to be his therapist. So you didn’t pry.

“Okay. Well…” 

He waved your sentence off flippantly. “Don’t wanna talk about it. Seriously. Move on and fix me.”

“You’re not in the position to have an attitude right now Satoru. I can leave right now and have another nurse here to do this for you.”

That shut him up for a bit and you smiled in triumph that he was able to shut up for once. 

His eyes were on you the entire time. You grabbed a cotton ball and applied alcohol to it, dabbing away at the cuts gently before beginning to stitch him up. He winced at the sting of the needle going in and you looked up at him, concerned.

“It hurts?”

“Nah. Just uncomfortable. Keep going,” he responded, giving you the okay.

With his approval, you continued with his stitches and everything was going just fine. You didn’t feel as overwhelmed with the close proximity as much as you thought you would’ve. But the second you finished up with his chest and moved onto his face, you realised you might not be able to do this.

His eyes were trained on your face the entire time and they were so intense to look at. He grinned when he noticed you pause for a moment, as if trying to keep all your focus away from his distracting stare and you wanted to stuff the ball of cotton into his mouth to wipe his smug smile off his face. 

The bed was near the end of the room, meaning the light didn’t hit it as well as it should’ve, making it harder to see. So you had no other choice but hold his face up by his chin and continue dabbing alcohol on his cuts. You could see his eyes dart all over your face, from your nose, mouth, eyes, and everything you shifted backwards to grab something, those eyes of his followed.

His eyes lingered on your lips the longest, and in the silence of the room you swore the sound of your heart beating was loud enough for him to hear.

“Stop staring at me,” you said, pausing your movements.

“You nervous?”

“No. It’s just distracting.” You wiped some dried blood from his cheeks with a wet wipe.

“Not a bad thing to be distracted, Doc.” 

“It is in my profession, Satoru.”

Standing this close to Satoru had its pros and cons. On your end, it was easier and quicker to fix him up being this close and you were able to see and hold his pretty face. But he was also a major distraction, making your first point render useless as you couldn’t get the job done regardless if he kept looking at you like that.

For Satoru though, you standing this close to him was only benefiting him. He could see every inch of your face this close and if he really wanted to, could trail his hands down the backs of your thighs and onto your hips. If he really wanted to though.

“Okay. I see your point,” he hummed. “Distractions aren’t necessarily a good thing. But…”

“No buts! Fuck, you’re so annoying.” You pulled away to grip at your hair, wondering if you were truly frustrated enough to rip your hair out. You’ll probably regret it in the morning so you refrain from the thought.

“Would you think it’d be annoying if I kissed you right now?”

“Yes,” you responded back without waiting a beat. “Don’t even think about it.” You went back to work, tilting his head tot he side to see if there’s anymore damage to assess.

He took advantage of your focused state to lean in closer. “You sure?” His nose brushed yours and you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away. 

You cleared your throat and jerked your head over to the camera on the ceiling near the end of the room. Satoru looked away from you for a moment to look at it. 

“Nice try though,” you said with a smirk. There was no more damage to his face, he was all stitched up and his cuts were cleaned. “All done. You can go home now.”

You stepped away from  him and let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. It was so intense being that close to him, your lungs actually felt peace the moment you were away. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” He stood up, shrugging his shirt back on.

You turned around and looked at him in confusion. “Let’s go? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You gotta walk me to my car. What if I fall and seriously injure myself?” He put his finger on his chin, deeply thoughtful.

Your face deadpanned. “If you were good enough to drive here, then you can walk yourself to your car. I’m not an escort.”

“What time do you get off?” he asked, ignoring your previous sentence.

“I dunno. Maybe midnight? Something around that.”

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the time. Almost eleven p.m. “Alright. I’ll wait for you.” 

“What?! No.” You rubbed your forehead in annoyance. This dude was giving you a migraine. “Please just go home. I have my own way home already.”

“What. The bus?”

You hated his tone. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Why go on that thing when you could drive with me? You used to love my car you know?”

The fact that he was throwing what you used to be in your face like he wasn’t the one to ruin it made you angry. “And how many months ago was that, Satoru? I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah yeah.” He laced his hands behind his head and began to walk out. “We’ll see.” The door closed behind him and you stood in the room for a moment wondering if he actually left. 

It felt too good to be true. But after two minutes, you went out into the hallway and saw he was nowhere to be seen. With that in mind, you were able to finish working and leave on time, briefly ignoring your fellow nurses questions about what Satoru wanted.

By the time you exited the clinic, changed out of your nurse scrubs and back in your casual attire, you were on your way to the bus stop down the street when you saw the only car left in the parking lot was still there.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You hated how you could see Satoru’s white hair in the drivers seat, his head hung low as he looked at his phone. He was distracted and this was your chance to make an escape for the bus stop without him noticing.

You managed to make it out of the car park and on the way to the bus stop in peace, earbuds in your ears with music playing softly. But that wasn’t enough to stop the loud honk of a car beside you. He was driving beside you at a slow pace with the passenger side of the door wide open.

So careless.

He had it wide open as if he knew you’d get in.

So conceited.

Part of you wondered if you made a run for it, would he speed up and eventually have the door hit a pole? The thought of that made you laugh but you came to a stop and looked at him. 

“Your door is open.” You stared blankly at him, stating the obvious.

He acted surprised and gasped as if the revelation shocked him. “Really? Wow. Maybe you should get in so I can close it?”

You looked at the bus stop which was only down the road. It’ll take 45 seconds max to reach it. But you could practically feel the warmth radiating from the inside of his car and fell to temptation. 

He grinned wide as you stripped your bag off your shoulders and slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind you. “Atta girl,” he commented before speeding off.

It took everything in you to not glance over at him the entire ride. Something itching deep inside you that made you just want to peek at him once, but you knew he’d never shut up if he caught your attempts. He’d probably go on a long ramble about how he’s not surprised you couldn’t get enough of his pretty face and the thought made you want to gouge your eyes out. 

Instead, you decided to peek out the window and try get a glimpse from his reflection. The car was speeding past so many streetlights at once making it somewhat easier to grab a solid reflection. 

Staring at Satoru driving was one of your favourite things back then. He always looked so calm, one of those rare moments when his face wasn’t fixed in a smirk. His face was relaxed and he’d keep his pure attention on nothing but the road. Of course that made you determined to see what you could do to break that concentration, like holding his spare hand that wasn’t on the wheel, playing with his fingers and rings, or even (in the severe cases) going down on him just to hear him groan whilst struggling to maintain that concentration.

You knew deep down Satoru would never let the car crash, so it allowed the both of you to be reckless. A smile fixed on your face as you remembered those moments and before you knew it, the car came to a stop.

Outside his house.

“And we’re here!” He stopped the car engine but kept the lights on, allowing him to look at you better and man, your reaction was worth it.

“Huh? This isn’t my house Satoru.”

“It’s not?” He looked around before gasping. “Oops. Guess you’ll have to stay the night then.”

Ten seconds passed where you both just stared at each other, not speaking, just the sound of the crickets outside adding to the awkward silence. 

“I’m walking home.” You grabbed your bag and made a move to exit the car before he locked the doors. You struggled with the door handle for a second before glaring at him. “Open it.”

He sighed, loud and bratty; practically throwing his head back against the headrest. “Can’t you see I’m trying here? What else do you want me to do man?”

“Maybe leave me alone, Satoru. It’s been five months. You clearly wanted nothing to do with me, now I’m returning the favour.”

“That’s not it though. Just…fuck. Please? Give me a chance.”

You shifted in your seat until you were sitting down again, looking dead straight at your hand in your lap as you began thinking. “...why now Satoru? Why today of all days? Why five months later, when I already let everything out of my system. Why did you choose to come back now when you had so many chances?”

He shifted forward, resting an arm on the steering wheel and resting his forehead against it. He shrugged. 

“Honestly I don’t know. I just…didn’t think things through I guess until it was too late. At first, I was scared. I was spending too much time with you and it wasn’t like me. The anxious feeling I felt was because I was experiencing these new feelings because of you.  So as a deflection, I stupidly convinced myself that you were busy, being a nurse and all and that was enough conviction I needed to convince myself to stop texting you, waiting for you to make the first move. You never did though, so I assumed you genuinely were busy. So I waited. And waited. And waited…but you never texted back. Then the fear I was feeling initially was just me coming to terms to the fact that…I liked you. But by the time it took me to realise, I found out I was blocked.” 

He sighed again and sat back upright, resting his head against the headrest again and looked up at the car ceiling. “I deserved that block though. It only hit me that I actually ghosted you five months later. And I am sorry for that.” He tilted his head to the side and looked at you, deadly serious. “But it never would’ve escalated this far if you just texted me first.”

“There’s no way you’re blaming this on me right now.” 

“I’m not. I just—fuck.” He pulled at his hair and sighed. “You’re right I’m sorry.” He flopped his head back against the car and reached his hand out over towards you. 

You hesitantly grabbed onto it and he rubbed his thumb along your skin, holding your hand tight. “You forgive me yet?” He raised your hand to his lips and pressed kisses against your knuckles, giving you goosebumps. 

You sat upright and leaned closer towards him, holding the side of his face in your palm before planting a kiss on his lips. It was short and to the point before you pulled away. “That answer your question?”

He looked at you for a moment before you closing the distance again, alternating between slow, sensual kisses and sucking your lower lip. You scramble out of your seat and he’s eager to lift you up and plop you down on his lap. 

Your hands laced between his hair as you pressed your entire body against him. His hands on your body caressed every inch of skin he could grasp, digging his nails into your waist as your tongue invaded his mouth. He winced when you went to undo his buttons and you pulled away, remembering his injuries.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry ‘Toru.”

He chuckled. “Nah, it’s not a problem.” He couldn’t help himself and pecked your lips again to wash away your concern. “In fact wait.” He unlocked the car doors and told you to get out. He grabbed your things for you and held onto your hand, leading you into his house.

Your bag, his things ended up scattered on his living room floor as he carried you up to his bedroom. You were laid flat on his comfy bed, head rested against his soft pillows as he hovered on top of you, keeping a little gap between both your chests to avoid further pains.

You graciously accepted him with open legs, locking them around his waist as he kissed you as passionately as he could. His fingers roamed all over your skin, peeling your clothes away and examining your body, naked and vulnerable beneath him.

The two of you barely spoke the whole time, too busy focusing all your energy into just enjoying the moment, the feeling of your lips against each others, the slide of your hands down his back, the caress of his hands along your waist. 

His lips attached to your neck like a leech, sucking until the blood rushed to the surface as his fingers went rampant between your legs, fucking in and out of your wet pussy, his thumb circling your clit. 

Your moans were heaven to his ears. He couldn’t wait to see your eyes cross when he sinks into your pussy. The image stayed in his mind as he quickly pulled his fingers out and switched your positions. He laid flat on his back and adjusted you on his lap.

You reached behind yourself to grab at his hard cock and pumped it a few times before shifting it underneath you. His cock slipped into you easily but the rest was hard, sinking down was painful, his cock carving its way into your pussy. 

You had an iron grip on his arm as he held your hips, your nails digging and leaving marks into his flesh. It hurt but it hurt so good. Satoru rolled his hips up to help you sink down, each roll pushing his cock further inside. It took longer than it should’ve for him to bottom out, but the second he did, you collapsed on his chest.

He winced again but the pain was worth it. Your arms wound around his neck and he began rocking you back and forth against his cock. 

“That feel good?” he questioned, his voice right beside your ear sending tingles down your spine.

“Mhm-mhm.” You bit your lip hard before sitting upright, resting your arms against the headboard for balance as you created your own rhythm. His chest was too injured for you to hold onto it, so the headboard was the next best bet. 

He hissed when you started bouncing like your life depended on it, his grip on your hips and waist becoming even tighter. “Fuck— don’t stop,” he gritted out, low grunts spilling from his lips.

His breathing got heavier as you sped up, grinding your body above him in any direction you could, desperate to feel more of him inside you. He moaned loudly in your ear and the next thing you knew, your world was being flipped. 

Injuries aside, that didn’t stop Satoru from flipping you onto your back, his cock still nestled inside you and starting off a brutal pace, slamming his hips against yours. The bed kept smacking against the wall with each thrust. His hands had a death like grip on your hips, keeping you pinned down to make sure you take everything he’s giving you.

Your nails dug painfully into his shoulder blades, not able to do anything but just scream litanies of curses and his name as you felt yourself getting closer. 

“C’mon, please, fuck me Satoru—I’m ah—’m so close ‘Toru please,” you begged, bringing him down for another kiss. You bit at his lip before sucking the length of his tongue, a move that you remember drove him crazy.

“Scratch me,” he whispers against your lips, removing his hands from your hips to rest beside your head, keeping him upright. “Mark me baby I know you can do it.”

Your hands reach towards his back and drag your nails along his flesh. It stung so bad but he didn’t care. He wanted to feel it, feel every emotion pent up inside you for months and left as a red line on his back. He wanted it to scar, wanted it to be a reminder whenever  he looked in the mirror that you left that on him. That you were his now. 

The thought had him speeding up, plowing your body into the matress; your nails kept scratching, some lines even drawing blood with how deep you scratched. You reached a hand up to his hair and tugged and he lost it.

His hips stuttered inside you and his cock began to leak before he could even process what was going on. He didn’t stop steadily fucking into you as you came on his cock, as his cum began to fill your insides. 

He thrusted one more final time before his arms gave out, collapsing on top of you. His weight was more than you could bear, but that didn’t stop you from holding him as tight as you could. Your fingers ran through his hair, scratching lightly as his undercut as he took the time to catch his breath.

A minute later he was shifting off you, rolling onto the spot beside you before wincing again, the scratching on his back far too sensitive. 

You told him to sit up and then gasped when you witnessed how much damage you did. “Oh my god.”

“What? What?”

You pointed over to the mirror inside his bathroom and he slid off the bed and walked towards it, examining the marks on his back. You followed shortly after, standing behind him and watching as he kept wincing when he tried to touch it. 

“I’m so sorry—I didn’t—I need to cut my nails.”

He shook his head and rested his forehead against yours, looking down at you and smiling. “It’s nothing a nurse can’t handle.” He winked at before pecking your lips.

A few hours ago, the idea of patching Satoru up was enough to leave you grumpy for a day, but now it fills you with excitement. 

You can’t wait.

#— jjk </3 #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader #satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[jaxon-exe]

Another dp x dc prompt

So the GIV decided to turn to magic to deal with the ghost problem and they end up finding a spell that can banish a ghost from an area. Well they decide to take it to the extreme and banish every ghost from all the living world except this one field. Basically trapping all ghost on the living world there.

Now their plan kinda works but when most ghost felt the spell start they just left to the ghost zone so they wouldn’t be trapped.

Only four didn’t make it.

Those four being Danny, Dani, Vlad and Deadman.

Meanwhile the JL and JLD were in a meeting when deadman just fucking disappeared?? The only clue is that the people that have died before felt kinda weird and John (who has died and has magic) could tell some kind of spell was cast. So they all start trying to find where deadman is while deadman and the three halfas and running around in circles so the GIW can’t catch them (I picture this being like trying to catch a cat in a vet office)

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp

[masatos-wig]

as much as i like kotetsu n barnaby, im 20 eps into tiger n bunny n it feels like i watched a whole lot of nothing

#sky high is sho cute like thats a dogguy but literally all the side charas i could not giv a shit abt #and blue rose being into kotetsu is so weird + w/e shes in frame shes panty shotted to death i hate whoever animated that hatehateHATE #its felt like so much of a slog getting thru some eps i had x2 speed it which i usually feel bad abt but. . #and the way no one fucking listens to anyone???? THISIS Y YALL ALL HAVE PROBLEMS there r so many communication problems #barnaby IMMEDIATWLY resorting to oh u did thisbbc u dont trust me kotetsu or u must not believe in us as partners #LIKE NO BICH GIVE HIM A MIN TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF #it doesnt help kotetsu never says what he means u all upset me #side note but barnabys hair is so pretty it looks like a wig beethoven would wear #anw i hope the movies r good :'| #wig talk

[dollwrites]

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + probably dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. noncon, dub con, and other triggering content may be present, read with caution ( enjoy your experience <3 )

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tartaglia was panting in your ear. repeating the affirmation in weak, happy moans, his breath hot waves crashing against the shell, sending your hair to stand on end. listening to him mewl for you was almost as fun as watching him chase the high that hides in your core. so, you didn’t mind too much that he was hiding his face from you. the face that you knew was screwed into a look of pure nirvana, and tinted rosy across his cheeks and his nose. “You feel so good, you feel damn good. I’m losing it in here, cutie. F-fucking losing it.”

another couple of deep, hard thrusts into you, sending your back arching off the bed and your eyes rolling back, and you knew what he meant. you could feel it— his neediness— in the force behind his fucking, and the depths that his base instinct yearns to reach, that he was close. beyond that, his cock was twitchy, the pink tip painfully swollen as it jabs at your spongy nerves.

he was about to cum.

“Ch—“ you hardly find a gulp of air, but it’s stolen almost as soon as you swallow, fucked out of you. “Childe!” your body reacts to his mercilessness. your cunt clamps down tighter around him, and your ankles lock against his lower back, spurring his body closer to yours, as if begging him to breed you.

“Feel that,” Tartaglia grunts, his thin brows stitching closer, his teeth grinding against each other like he was keeping the urge to bite your neck at bay, “feel you right now. My cute, little vice—“ one of your hands jerks at his ginger roots, nails scraping his scalp, while the other claws at the bed below, desperate to chip away that the immense pleasure building with each time his hips slammed into yours, now. “I’m going to cum, and this little pussy starts hugging me tighter. What’s the matter, cutie? Don’t want me to pull out? Finally going to let me put a baby in you?”

it was only mildly humiliating. after weeks, nay— months— of his incessant want to procreate and your vehement protest, you were weak to the prospect. maybe he’d worn you down, or you were swept too far out into a sea of ecstasy to care about the consequences, the reason didn’t really matter. your eyes struggle to stay open, your breathy heavy and ragged as you try to wet your whistle enough to speak without it sounding needy and raspy. it does, anyways. “D-don’t talk about it, just— d-do it!”

his forearms sneak beneath your body, cross-crossing against your back to jerk you upwards and to his chest, cradling you like a precious treasure, but the caress was merely a means to an end— to capture you in a position where he held all the power, and keep you there. “That’s a good girl,” he swooned, ignoring your plea to not humiliate you further. with his face buried in your neck, the sweat clinging to your roots stuck your hair to his face, and his lips dragged and smeared over your hot skin, teeth grazing your pulse point as he speaks, “being such a pretty, little baby oven for me, so warm and inviting.” Tartaglia growls for a moment, a harsh rumbling as he’s nearly crossing the finishing line. “This is going to be a big one, haaa… I’m going to fill you up, that okay, cutie?”

heavens, was it ever.

you nod, now groping his fiery tendrils with both fists. each lock was slick with sweat and slid through your fingers, but you grappled constantly stimulating him further with the rough treatment.

he gurgles out a happy moan in the back of your throat. “Good cutie,” he whispers, “You want to give me lots of sons and daughters to spoil, I can tell. You’re so desperate to have my babies. And believe me— I am so fucking desperate to give them to you. Hold extra still, baby girl, here it comes!”

#doll’s dizzy drabblin’ ⟡ #childe #childe x reader #childe x you #childe smut #childe imagines #tartagalia genshin impact #childe genshin impact #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x you #tartaglia smut #genshin smut #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact smut

[pawified]

ohmigosh . . annoying and frustrating big brother!blade bcus you’re just so mad you couldn’t beat a level in a game you were playing earlier that you can’t help being a brat. so he spanks your cunt until you’ve learned your lesson that he does not deal with bratty behavior and will give you an attitude adjustment @_@

omg kady u alwys giv me da best ideas to wake my littl brain up ! i luv luv luv bigbrother!blade sm sm ! ! - hopefully this mkes our hrts happi !

big brother!blade x stepsister!blade

cw: cunt spanks , a littl ass eating & oral ( f!receiving ) , spit , squirting & mean!blade

if u dnt like it pls move on kindly or block !

"im sorry, i won't do it again" you plead, as your brother continues to land heavy smack down onto your cunt.

you try to easy the blows but reaching for his hand but he smacks the inside of both of your thighs. "who gave you permission to touch me?" he asks, voice deep laced with disapproval.

you don't answer quick enough for him which results him to land two more firm smacks to your inter thighs, "hm? i asked you a question and i expect you to answer, or do i need too teach you other manners on top of not talking back."

you shake your head viscously, disagreeing with his remarks. "n-no, no" you try to say steadily. "nobody gave me permission too touch you, i'm sorry." you say softly through sniffles.

blade hated treating you this way. he truly did. but sometimes you just don’t know when to stop and too settle down and he grew tired of it.

you both were enjoying time together as both of your parents were away for two weeks for their anniversary. you were downstairs playing days gone, a post apocalyptic video game that blade bought for you during your birthday. — had he known you would act like this, he wouldn’t of bought you it.

you’d been playing the game for half of the day now, but been stuck on a mission level that you couldn’t for the life of you beat. occasionally you would yell in frustration and blade would tell you to “settle down.” which of course you’d do for a moment than go right back to beind loud.

its almost been 3 hours since you started the mission quest and you became so annoyed to the point you almost started crying. blade saw how upset you were getting and simply offered to help you when you snapped at him, “ fuck off, i dont need your fucking help.” you didn’t even acknowledged what you had done, but blade just stared at you, from where he sat on the couch.

he took a deep breath and let it go because your just upset and you know that, blade doesn’t tolerate disrespectful brats.

As the day went on, you decided to save the game and come back too it another time but your mood was still awfully sour and you gave your brother a hard time.

blade counted the things you did today that pissed him off. slamming doors , talking back , eating sweets before dinner and the wrost of all, you decided to hit him.

you two were in the living room watching tv when blade looked at the time and it was nearing the time to settle down and start getting ready for bed, but you didn’t want to go to bed yet.

“alright, come on. time to wash up and head to bed.” blade stated gently patting your legs, as the layed across his lap. “no i don’t want too yet.” you responded back, attitude still in full swing.

“i wasn’t asking you. i’m telling you” blade got more irritated as the seconds ticked by. he was giving you another chance before he gripped you up and showed you who you were talking too.

“well i’m telling you, i’m not going to bed.” your response too him isn’t what landed you in the position you are in now. no, it was however one of many but not the one that made blade react the way he did.

“i don’t care what your telling me, i said go get ready for bed and that’s final.” blade instructed as he removed your legs from his lap and put them on the couch. you don’t know why but him bossing you around made you mad, so you did what any other brat would do with no manners.

you cocked your legs back and start fucking kicking him. “your not my fucking boss!” you started yelling. it took blade a few try to catch your ankles but in the end he did and sat on top of them.

“have you lost your fucking mind?” he gripped your jaw with a harsh grip. “hm?” he asked again and squeezed harder.

you try pulling his fingers away to loosen the grip he has on your jaw, but no avil he doesn’t loosen. “i let you get away with so fucking much, you turn into a spoiled fucking brat.” he lets go of your jaw push a push and your head lays on the cushions of the couch, he’s pissed to say the least.

blade never gave you punishments, only a good few scolding and thats it, but he has had it with you and over time your attitude has grown unbareable.

“i keeped track of all the things you done today, that pissed me off and so far we are at 6 including this stunt you decided to pull.” he is still sit at the edge of the couch, forearms resting on his thighs and his head hanging down, he shake’s it. laughing in disbelief, he turns to look at you.

eyes round and full of tears. you look so cute, he almost gave in and held you in his arms, but blade knows that if you aren’t taught to follow his rules you’ll keep behaving the same way.

“i’m going to make sure you understand by the end of tonight, that what i say goes and this behavior won’t be tolerated any longer.” he doesn’t need a response from you.

thats how u ended up here. — on your back, underwear hanging off one leg and cunt exposed. you were a crying , slobbering mess.

“come on doll, focus or we’re are going to start over. count.” blade says, while shaking your head back and forth.

this is your third time starting over because you just can’t seem to get it right. he circles your clit with three three fingers, before starting to give you light taps on your clit. it makes you jump.

“count. i’m not going to ask again.” he has to remind you that this isn’t for fun or for your pleasure, it’s a form of punishment and it isn’t supposed to feel good.

“s-six, ah” you gasp as he hit with a little more force. he is looking down at you with a slight smile. so fucking pretty, he thinks. your face is stained in tears, evidence of dried mascara down your face.

by now you are gripping onto his shirt and crying. he continues to slap your cunt in firm continuous blows, and you feel your self getting closer by each slap. “ren-rennie ‘m gonna ee” words slurring together, the pressure of his slaps and the softness of his palm feels too good and hurts at the same time.

you try to grap his wrist but he shakes you off, “it’s ok, none of that matters, just let it go baby. rennie is right here.” he talks you through it, you try to scoot away from his attacks but he pulls your right back.

“you’re breaking my heart baby.” faking being hurt, he gets on his knees pushing your legs back and tells you to hold them and don’t let go. he pulls the hood of your clit back and blowing air onto it, your breath hitches and your arms slip from your legs. he laughs at your reaction.

he spreads your folds apart and spits onto your cunt, he massages your clit, he groans “fuck, so fucking perfect.” on edge and overstimulated you plead for him to please do something.

he gives your clit a few kisses before attaching his lips to your clit and sucking, he slides his tongue up and down your folds, a mix of your wetness and his saliva is making this all too messy.

as he gets more desperate, he pushes your legs back even further and licks a long strip from your ass to your clit, you jump at the sudden contact and weakly push at his shoulder “renn-rennie no its dirty!” embarrassment taking over you. its vile, lewd and down right disgusting at how he is pulling you apart.

“its okay baby, let rennie take care of you.” he pants, his cock straining against his sweat pants. he goes back to eating your cunt, he pulls away and starts rubbing your clit followed up by slaps, you cry out “ don’t stop , please don’t stop rennie!” your a absolute mess, you feel your self slipping from having self control.

he continues to slap your puffy cunt, liquid splashing out as his slaps continue, he moans “holy fuck!” he attaches his lips back to your clit, stimulating you as your back arches and your toes curl as you reached your peak.

once you come back down from your orgasm, blade his has his lips attached to your clit, overstimulating you to beyond. “re-rennie , i-i-i c-can’t!” you pant, trying to push his head away. he hears your pleas and lets go of your clit with a “pop”.

he gets up from his knees and joins you back on the couch. he has you in his arms, stoking your head  calming you down from your tense orgasm. “so proud of you princess, took your punishment like a good girl” he coos, you hum in acknowledgment.

after a few minutes of laying there, you finally speak out to him. “i’m sorry for how i acted” you sounded disappointed in yourself. “ i know you are, lets get you cleaned up and talk about that later, okay?” blade gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

you lean in to give him a kiss “i love you rennie.” he chuckles, “i love you too darling”

#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ #𝑝𝑎𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 . . .ฅ𐙚ฅ #! ! 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑥 — ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ #𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ! ! ‹𝟹 ‎ #tw:incest #𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑎𝑖 — ♡ ᵎ #blade honkai #blade x female reader #blade honkai x female reader smut #honkai star rail smut #blade smut

[httpsghostie]

Soap def assisted in setting reader and ghost up. Hes out there laying match maker. Hes become tactical military Tinder/Grinder coordinator.

Conveniently you and ghost are paired up, there only one bed in the hotel.

Sorry y/n i cant go out w you guys today but ghost can giv u a ride ;). His schedule is free ;) ;) ;)

*purposefully trips and knocks over ghost so he falls onto of u ;))))))))))*

*accidentally knocks over water bucket and the conveniently has no back up shirt for u. BUT GHOST HAS AN EXTRA ;))))))*

Hey mates i got 2 tickets to a concert but Price is assigning me something so i cant go. It would be a shame IF YOU TWO DIDNT GO ;) (price didnt assign shit soap made that up)

He def roped price and gaz into helping him in his schemes😂

I don’t make the rules, Soap is a fucking cupid.

He’s literally going out of his way to make you and Ghost get along with each other and end up together. Doing God’s work on his behalf. Just because he knows his lieutenant has a massive crush on you.

And when I say he’s going out of his way, I’m talking about getting Price and Gaz to help him with it, because he won’t succeed on his task alone. Price is organizing the week’s schedule? Your break will definitely be at the same time as Ghost’s, and also the morning jog on the base.

Oh and you bet you’re getting your clothes all stealed from your wardrobe for when you come back to shower. You confront Soap about him going too far with his articulations but he just says he doesn’t know about what you’re talking — he’s trying his best not to laugh.

Poor Gaz doesn’t realize he’s not helping when he offers you a shirt and Soap stomps on his foot and clears his throat. It causes Ghost to offer you his clothes and you have no option but to accept — I’m talking even boxers that looked hella enormous on you.

You know what Soap’s doing, both of you do, you just don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Would tell Price to ask Ghost some archives while he’s asking the same to you, causing you both to meet in between years of dusty racks, making you sneeze and laugh at how stupid you were.

He would also mix your mail. Ghost ordered some new knives? Oh no, you received them. And oh no, you had to go talk to him.

They can and will bet on how long you can keep standing while training with Ghost.

Arranged a cooking class both of you unknowingly signed up to, just because he believed Simon didn’t know how to cook properly and you would help him. You did, after all, seeing him in that cute little hat and the apron made your heart melt.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader

[20doozers]

★Wet dream★

TW: handjob, whining, whimpering, getting caught masturbating, slight somnophilia, sleepover with bill, dry orgasm, “milking” bill, bath as aftercare, overstimulation, fwb/just friends trope, use of y/n, use of sweetheart, baby, etc.

You were at bill’s place for a sleepover, his parents were out of town and his twin brother Tom was staying at a friends place, meaning you and bill had the house all to yourselves. Candy, movies, snacks, cuddles, etc. the night being filled with giggles and fun, the friendship bond between you two being the only focus of the night besides fun.

Eventually you two winded down, laying in bed and turning on a movie that bill was watching while you laid next to him, slowly falling asleep because you were tired. After you had fallen asleep bill was just admiring you, staring at your sleeping face as you slept peacefully. You were so beautiful. Those lips, those eyes, that skin… gosh, he just wanted to kiss you. But he couldn’t, you two were just friends, nothing more than that, or at least that’s what bill was telling himself.

When he was pulled out of his thoughts he looked down, seeing the tent in his pajama pants along with a small wet splotch of precum due to his lack of boxers beneath his pajamas. Fuck. He sat there silently, debating on whether he should go to the bathroom and quickly get rid of the problem.. but oh, you were so peaceful, and getting up would surely wake you.. He sighed, palming himself lightly through his pajama pants, biting his lips to muffle his moans and whimpers as he tried to quietly rub one out.

Yet that stimulation wasn’t enough, not to mention he was basically ruining his pajama pants. His cheeks were flushed pink and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he slowly pulled down his pajama pants just enough to pull out his cock, wrapping his pale fingers around his shaft, slowly pumping himself as he whined and moaned, his noises being muffled slightly as he bit his lip.

He was so close, his moans becoming more guttural as his head rolled back slightly, his moans becoming harder and harder to hold back as he jerked off, his hand and shaft slick with precum as he continued. Yet he was shocked when he felt your hand on his wrist, his movements halting immediately as his head shot in your direction.

You laid there almost half asleep as you pulled his hand away from his cock, wrapping your own hand around his member as you very slowly pumped him.

“Y/n… w- what are you doing..?” Bill whimpered, still trying to hold back his moans.

“You seemed like you could use some help, so I’m helping.” You hummed, acting like this behavior was normal as you jerked him off.

“H-hah.. y/nn.. please.. ‘s too much…” Bill whined, laid on his back as you pumped his cock in your hand, milking him with every amount of strength you had. He had came at least 3? 4? 5? You weren’t keeping count, and neither was he, hell he was unable to with how clouded his mind was. There were drips of drool of his chin, tears clouding his eyes, and his cock was covered in cum, so was your hand as you slowly drove him insane with the overstimulation.

“Shh.. you’re okay baby.. one more, just give me one more sweetheart..” you soothed, your hand nothing speeding up as you pumped his member faster and faster, brushing over the tip of his cock with your thumb.

Bill’s 6th and final orgasm came and went, washing over the poor boy as he let out small cries and moans of ‘ow’ and your name. You slowly worked him through his orgasm, softly shushing him as the afterglow of post nut clarity washed over him. His last orgasm had been completely dry, no cum following his orgasm from how many times he had came, his body now trembling as you got up to go get a washcloth and to clean him up.

“Are you okay sweetheart? Did I go to far?” You questioned soflty, his pale body mostly limp in your arms as he trembled, letting you gently lay him in the bathtub which was filled with warm water. He didn’t respond, just giving a small whimper as he shook his head, still overstimulated from the intensity of it all.

You gently kissed his forehead, combing your fingers through his sweat dampened hair as he lay there trembling in the warm bath water. You sat by his side the entire time, even helping him wash his hair and body due to his weakness before helping him out of the bath, draping a warm fluffy towel over him. You helped him dry off and change into some pajamas before helping him into bed as well.

You gently pulled his still trembling body against yours, shushing him quietly as you rubbed his back, his small whines and whimpers being muffled as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“You comfy baby?”

“Y-yeah… just a bit cold..” bill murmured, his body shivering as you kissed his head. You reached off to the side to turn on the heating blanket draped over his bed, turning it on so he could be warmer.

“That better?” You questioned softly, bill murmured a quiet ‘mhm’ before yawning, cuddling further into you as you two laid there.

Maybe you two were more than “just friends”.

AHH! I’m pretty happy with this one, it’s a gn!reader fic and my second smut ive written. Yes I reused the top images i couldn’t find more😔 love you guys💕💕

Tags: @itsmealaiah @madzandmore @cherry-rawr @jkloserdazai @goreishgorinthgoreofshits

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