#hypersensitivity cw

[salembutnotthecat]

Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day Twenty-Seven

@monthofsick | day twenty-seven: head [ache | pain | injury]

i feel like for as much as i mentioned how novak gets migraines (and how novak has seizured with his migraines), i havent really written a fic about novak having a migraine

tw emeto, migraine, hypersensitivity/overstimulation, seizure (at the end)

*author note: novak’s migraine/seizure relationship is based off my own irl experiences

As the sun rose over the sprawling football field, Novak found himself amidst the hustle and bustle of another day at Mavericks Stadium. Dressed in his customary coaching attire, he stood tall, a figure of authority amidst the sea of players clad in their team colors. Novak loved his team. He loved them when he played, and loved them differently now that he moved to coaching.

Today, however, the promise of a routine practice session was swiftly overshadowed by an ominous sensation creeping into Novak's consciousness. A flicker of light danced at the edge of his vision, like a warning sign. Novak had grown accustomed to these debilitating headaches, each one a relentless assault on his senses. It was always his vision before the pain. Then the pain. Then the fatigue. Then the nausea. Then, maybe the seizure.

As the minutes ticked by, the aura intensified, casting an eerie glow over the field. Novak's temples throbbed in rhythm with the pounding of his heart, his vision blurred by shimmering distortions. Every sound, every movement seemed amplified, a cacophony threatening to engulf him.

At a water break, he took a double dose of migraine medicine. But it had already been an hour before he knew it and the medicine was doing fuck all to help.

Novak gritted his teeth, swallowing down the bitter taste of frustration along with the ineffective medication. He knew all too well the futility of trying to stave off the inevitable onslaught of pain. It was a battle he fought time and time again, a battle he knew he couldn't win, but one he refused to surrender without a fight.

With a weary sigh, Novak forced himself back into the fray, his movements growing more sluggish with each passing moment. The players, engrossed in their drills, remained oblivious to their coach's silent struggle, their shouts and cheers a distant echo in Novak's throbbing ears.

As practice wore on, Novak's world began to narrow, his focus narrowing to a single, all-consuming thought: endure. Endure the pain, endure the nausea, endure the relentless assault on his senses until the final whistle blew and he could retreat to the sanctuary of solitude.

But even as he pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, Novak knew that this was not just about enduring the physical torment. It was about proving to himself, to his team, that he was more than just a victim of circumstance. He was a warrior, a survivor, determined to overcome whatever obstacles stood in his path.

And so, with every ounce of strength he could muster, Novak pressed on, his body screaming in protest with every step.

-

As Novak trudged through the door of his modest home, the weight of the day's exertions bore down upon him like a leaden shroud. The migraine, once a distant specter, now consumed his every thought, a relentless torment that refused to be ignored.

Yuliya greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes betraying a flicker of concern as she took in his haggard appearance. Beside her, Elya bounced with youthful exuberance, her laughter filling the air like a ray of sunshine amidst the gathering storm.

"Hi, Daddy!" Elya chirped, her voice tinged with excitement. "We're making cookies! Do you want to help?"

Novak forced a smile, her joy was a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within him, but it made him happy.

"Of course, sweetheart," he replied, his voice strained with effort. "I'd love to."

As he joined them in the kitchen, Novak's senses were assaulted by a barrage of sights, sounds, and smells, each one magnified to agonizing proportions by the relentless onslaught of his migraine. The clatter of utensils, the sizzle of butter in the pan, the cloying scent of vanilla—all threatened to overwhelm him as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Yuliya, ever perceptive, watched him closely, her brow furrowing with concern as she noted the telltale signs of his distress.

"Novak," she said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "You're shaking. Why don't you go lie down for a bit? Elya and I can handle things here."

Novak opened his mouth to protest, but a sudden wave of nausea washed over him, leaving him weak and trembling. With a defeated sigh, he nodded, allowing Yuliya to guide him to the sanctuary of their bedroom. He didn't realize it, not at first, but Yuliya was right. He was in so much pain he was shaking.

"Daddy?" Elya asked, "Are you okay?"

Novak forced a reassuring smile, though every fiber of his being screamed in protest. "I'm fine, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "Just a little tired, that's all."

But Elya wasn't convinced. The furrow of concern deepened on her young brow as she watched her father with wide, worried eyes. "But you look sick, Daddy," she insisted, her voice tinged with fear.

Novak's heart ached at the sight of his daughter's distress, the weight of his own suffering compounded by the knowledge that he was causing her undue worry. With a shaky hand, he reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

"I promise, sweetheart, I'll be okay," he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Sometimes Daddy's head just hurts a little, but it'll get better soon, I promise."

Elya nodded, though the uncertainty lingered in her gaze. She trusted her father implicitly, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her young heart.

Yuliya, ever the voice of reason, intervened once more, her gentle touch a soothing presence amidst the turmoil. "Why don't you finish up the cookies with me, sweetheart?" she suggested, her tone light and playful. "I bet Daddy will feel better once they're ready to eat."

Elya brightened at the prospect, the worry melting away from her features like morning mist beneath the sun. With a final glance at her father, she skipped off to join Yuliya in the kitchen, her laughter a welcome respite from the oppressive silence that had settled over the room.

Alone in the dimly lit bedroom, Novak allowed himself a moment of weakness, the weight of his pain pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket.He laid back, anxiously grabbing the bedsheets.

With a weary sigh, Novak closed his eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep as the world faded away around him, if only for a fleeting moment of respite amidst the chaos of his pain. For though the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, he knew that as long as he had the love of his family, he would always find the strength to carry on.

-

As Novak stirred from his fitful slumber, a wave of agony washed over him, dragging him back into consciousness with a cruel, relentless force. Every nerve in his body seemed to scream in protest, his senses overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of pain.

Blinking against the harsh glare of the bedside lamp, Novak struggled to orient himself, his mind fogged by a haze of nausea and dizziness. Beside him, Yuliya sat in silent vigil, her fingers absentmindedly weaving through his hair as she read her book. This happened nightly. It was so normal. Novak always fell asleep before Yuliya. He was constantly exhausted, and his girlfriend was much like his daughter, constantly full of energy.

But instead of comfort, Novak found only torment in her touch. Each gentle stroke sent shockwaves of pain reverberating through his skull, his hypersensitive nerves recoiling from the slightest contact as though it were a branding iron against his skin. Her hand stopped, she must've gotten invested in the part of the book she was reading, but her small hand felt like bricks pressing against his head, making it hurt worse. He tried to tough it out for Yuliya's sake. But when she started running her fingers through his hair again, he couldn't take it.

"Yuliya," he gasped, his voice raw with agony. "Please... I can't..."

Yuliya's movements faltered, her eyes widening in alarm as she registered the anguish etched upon Novak's features. With a trembling hand, she withdrew, her touch hovering uncertainly in the air as she struggled to comprehend the depths of his suffering.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with remorse. "I didn't realize..."

But Novak shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips despite the pain. "It's not your fault," he rasped, his words a mere whisper against the oppressive silence of the room. "It's just... everything hurts."

And indeed it did. With each passing moment, the migraine tightened its grip upon Novak's body, a vice-like hold that left him gasping for breath. The nausea churned in the pit of his stomach, threatening to engulf him in a tidal wave of sickness.

"Did you take anything?" Yuliya questioned.

Novak forced himself to nod. Even that was killer. It always was.

"It did fuck all to help." Novak said through clenched teeth.

Yuliya sighed sadly, "That always happens to you. Especially after that game."

As the night wore on, Novak's torment intensified with each passing moment, the relentless onslaught of pain merciless in its ferocity. His head throbbed with a rhythm all its own, a relentless drumbeat that echoed through every fiber of his being, drowning out all other sensation.

With each shallow breath, Novak felt as though he were drowning in a sea of agony, his senses overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his affliction.

Every sound, every movement seemed magnified to excruciating proportions, a cacophony of torment that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness. The gentle rustle of the sheets against his skin felt like sandpaper against raw flesh, the soft hum of the air conditioner a shrill scream in the darkness. His own clothes felt like they were burning his skin. Everything felt so bad.

And through it all, Novak remained hyperaware of the world around him, his senses heightened to a painful degree. The cool touch of the pillow beneath his head sent shivers of agony down his spine, the faint scent of lavender, the spray Yuliya kept in her nightstand for specifically this reason, in the air a sickly-sweet reminder of the normalcy he could no longer grasp. When his headaches started, or when his anxiety was winning out those moments he felt alone enough to allow himself to deal with it. Yuliya put some of the spray on her hands and run her hands through his hair. Sometimes it helped. Sometimes it didn't.

Beside him, Yuliya watched in silent anguish, her heart heavy with the weight of his suffering. She longed to offer comfort, to ease the burden that bore down upon him like a mountain of lead, but she knew that there was little she could do in the face of such relentless agony.

And then, just when Novak thought he could endure no more, the nausea struck with a vengeance, twisting his stomach into knots and leaving him gasping for breath. With a choked cry, he stumbled from the bed, his vision swimming with dizziness as he raced to the bathroom.

Barely making it to the toilet in time, Novak doubled over in a fit of dry heaves, his body wracked with spasms of pain. Each convulsion sent shockwaves of agony coursing through him, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of his suffering.

And as he lay there on the cold tile floor, his world reduced to a blur of pain and nausea, Novak couldn't help but wonder how much longer he could take this.

The bathroom walls seemed to close in around Novak, their stark white surfaces pressing in on him. Every tile, every crack in the grout, seemed to taunt him with their pristine perfection, a stark contrast to the chaos that raged within his own body.

The harsh fluorescent light overhead flickered and buzzed. Each flicker sent a jolt of pain lancing through Novak's skull, his hypersensitive nerves recoiling from the assault with a vengeance.

The air was thick with the acrid stench of bile and desperation. Each breath was a battle, a struggle against the suffocating weight of his own suffering.

The pain was intense. And every wave of pain made him vomit again. Every wave of vomit caused more pain. And the cycle felt like it went on forever.

Novak was hyperaware of the taste in his mouth. The acidic bitterness. The faint taste of the green tea he drank at practice before the headache happened, he never drank coffee. He was sure it would hurt and taste a lot worse if he did.

With a trembling hand, Novak reached out, gripping the edge of the porcelain sink with white-knuckled fingers. The cool touch of the ceramic offered a fleeting respite from the searing pain that consumed him. He shut off the light, hoping that maybe, just maybe, that would help. The migraine, relentless in its fury, showed no mercy, its tendrils creeping ever deeper into the recesses of his mind.

He leaned against the wall, sliding down, eventually laying down on the cold tile.

as he lay there on the cold tile floor, his body wracked with spasms of pain, Novak couldn't help but wonder how much longer he could endure. At the very least, how much more he could take before he had to suffer a seizure from the sheer overstimulation of everything.

Honestly, for as much as the seizures hurt, Novak was hoping one would happen sooner, rather than later. As he ran his hands over his face, the sensation feeling as though his face was coming off from the simple act of running his hands over his skin. But usually, seizures meant the migraine would let up. Like hitting the peak of a mountain and sliding straight down.

With each passing moment, Novak's desperation grew, his body a battleground where pain and exhaustion waged a relentless war. He clung to the fragile hope that relief would come, but with each agonizing second, that hope dimmed like a dying ember in the darkness.

Fumbling with the locket around his neck, Novak sought solace in the familiar weight of the pendant against his chest. It was a small comfort, but comforting nonetheless.

And then the door creaked open, revealing Yuliya's worried face peering into the dimly lit room. Her eyes widened in alarm as she took in the sight of Novak lying on the floor, his body trembling with the effort of his fight against the migraine.

"Novak," she breathed, her voice thick with concern. "Are you okay?"

Novak managed a weak nod, though the effort sent sparks of pain dancing behind his eyes.

"I'm trying," he whispered hoarsely, his words barely audible above the pounding of his own heartbeat.

Yuliya stepped into the room, her presence a beacon of comfort amidst the chaos. She knelt beside Novak, her touch gentle as she brushed a lock of hair away from his sweat-drenched brow. It was brief, she knew it would hurt him if she kept it up, but she couldn't help herself.

Both Novak and Yuliya's watches emitted a soft beep. Yuliya checked it, Novak didn't, Novak knew. Novak was at high risk of a seizure, the culmination of his body's desperate struggle against the onslaught of the migraine. This always happened when they got this bad.

A surge of panic gripped Yuliya's heart, but mingled with that fear was a strange sense of relief. For as much as the seizures hurt, Yuliya knew that for Novak, they also signaled the beginning of the end of the migraine, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Yuliya reached, nudging Novak in such a way his body would reflexively lay on his side.

"It's going to be okay," she murmured, though whether it was meant for Novak or herself, she couldn't say. For a moment, Novak ran his fingers over his locket. But then, his hands stopped. Yuliya knew.

As Novak's body tensed with the onset of the seizure, a wave of helplessness washed over Yuliya, her heart aching at the sight of his suffering. She had seen it before, this cruel dance of agony and relief, and yet each time it struck, it felt like a fresh wound reopening in her soul.

Novak's muscles contracted with painful intensity, his limbs contorting in spasms of uncontrollable movement. It was a terrifying sight, one that never failed to fill Yuliya with a sense of dread, despite the knowledge that it was a necessary evil in Novak's battle against the migraine. Seizures were so normal, now, for Novak. And yet, they never stopped scaring her.

But even as she watched in silent anguish, Yuliya found solace in the knowledge that this too shall pass. For as the minutes stretched into eternity, the tension in Novak's body began to ebb, his muscles gradually relaxing as the seizure ran its course.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Novak lay still, his body limp and exhausted, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his pallid skin. Beside him, Yuliya let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling as she reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face.

"It's over," she whispered, her voice thick with relief. "You're going to be okay."

Novak forced himself to nod.

"You're going to be okay," Yuliya said, rubbing Novak's shoulder. "It's over."

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #emetophilia #migraine cw #migraine tw #seizure mention tw #seizure cw #seizure tw #hypersensitivity tw #hypersensitivity cw #novemetober 2023 #sick novak daskalov #novemetober rescheduled

[walkthroughtheforest]

Lila's (and Tula's) grooming alarm is ringing. Is that too dark a thing to say? I guess being a teacher and attending so much safeguarding training means I can't switch off that part of my brain.

An adult taking a child off to one side and telling them they are special, and smarter than them and that they need them for a greater cause is and should be a cause for concern. It doesn't mean necessarily that there is something wrong, but it means there is something that needs to be shared and discussed with another trusted adult- just as Lila chose to do. An eye needs to be kept on the situation and the child needs to be protected from potential harm.

I have worked with particularly vulnerable children, so I've thought about these scenarios more than the average person, so maybe that's why it made me cry to see Lila do the exact right thing to keep herself safe. She knew she could trust her mum to believe her and take her seriously, and Tula believes her and questions and digs so gently without frightening her daughter. It's also important to note that she believes her even though they are talking about an adult and more importantly, someone who is part of their family and holds a position of authority.

I guess my reaction to the scenario took me by surprise, but also it's so important that we as a society, adults and children, learn how to recognise the signs of grooming, so I'm taking to opportunity to share my thoughts.

#d20 #Burrow's End Spoilers #cw grooming #tw grooming #honestly maybe I'm hypersensitive #but that doesnt mean it isn't important #excuse me if anything is unclear #it is truly 1.20 am for me #Burrow's End

[justhereforfandomandfriends]

Today I told my dying friend

Today I told my dying friend 

that I tell God all the damn time 

please, please, have mercy

and 

if you take her

I will throw hands

She rippled as she told me, 

I think God hears your heart 

I blinked and she came back into focus. 

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, 

and there shall be no more death, 

neither sorrow, 

nor crying, 

neither shall there be any more pain; 

for the former things are passed away.

(Please God, please, please have mercy?) 

She asked

“What does throw hands mean?”

(I am her slang interpreter)

She laughed until my tears, 

transformed,

ran down her cheeks)

#poetry #cw death #cw cancer #cw religious imagery #religious #any mutuals with some faith to spare #please pray and hope for a miracle #for my friend #any mutuals with religious trauma I'm gonna be in my spiritual crisis for awhile #i will try to tag 'religious' #or #religion #just typing while sobbing #and managed to calm down from the crying jag to think what cw tags i needed #like the hypersensitive dork that I am

[dirtycreekwater]

im so tired of being a stupid person. i can’t think clearly and i don’t understand how most things work and i say dumb shit all the time. like genuinely i don’t think its at all possible for there to be a person that is dumber than i am. and sometimes people just make me feel worse about it. so many random people online have been so fucking mean to me about my stupidity/ignorance with certain things :( and hell even if they are nice about it i know they pity me/still think im a total dumbass. its just not fair i already know im incredibly dumb i’ve been very clear about that :/

i feel even dumber crying and nearly panicking over this but here we are. im too damn sensitive. i really wish i didn’t care so much. i wish i could just be smarter. whole thing sucks.

#venting is dumb it doesn’t make me feel better if anything it makes me feel worse but idk im just frustrated #vent #vent post #stupid vent #hypersensitivity #im an idiot #highly sensitive person #vent tw #vent cw

[alketaire]

happy birthday to me, being proper drunk for the first time in... years. unfortunately remembering why i was addicted to this shit.

#tw alcohol #cw alcohol #i feel... normal. #no anxiety. no hypersensitivity. living feels nice. #it's the kind of Very Good Beer that comes in the same quantity and price as okay wine #but i do remember why i stopped even at this moment #it's also a week after my birthday but shut up

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Werewolf’s Bitch

Yandere Male Werewolf x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, breeding, knotting, inhuman genitals, reader eaten out, drool, piss marking, watersports, scent marking, lycanthropy, reader bitten by werewolf at end, smut, kidnapping, reader briefly stalked, general yandere behavior, yandere bully, bullied reader)  Word Count: 4.4k (Sorry that this is being reposted, I needed to edit the story and tumblr would not let me until I just deleted the whole thing, anyway, I worked extremely hard of this so I could hurry up and do more commissions, I am panicking because the window for cool season planting is nearly upon us. I normally would NOT rush to post a fic in the same day that I already posted one. I know the watersports is not everyone’s thing, but it has been a while since I wrote a fic with that kink and when I asked reader’s whether or not I should I got only positive responses, so I hope some people like this)

You were a librarian, you had always had a penchant for books, an obsession really, and you loved reading many different kinds. Right now you were reading The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud,  it was a fantasy series. It didn’t matter whether or not you liked the fantasy genre, your friend who was not super into reading kept recommending the series to you so you had to give it a shot. You were enjoying the light breeze and gentle sunshine towards the back of the park, in a lightly wooded area where the park gradually shifted into a forest. Leisurely, you continued to read until the sun just began to set. Little did you know someone was watching you from the trees. Axle hadn’t seen you in years, though it wasn’t uncommon for his thoughts to drift to you. He had a serious crush on you in high school, but so worried about his image he had not wanted to date the nerd so he bullied you instead. Relentlessly. He often thought what if he had been sweeter on you and more up front about his feelings, he’d probably have his arms wrapped around you and his cock buried deep inside you. Axle still would have picked on you, of course, it was how he showed affection and dominance, but it wouldn’t have been nearly cruel and relentless as it had been. And he would have been really sweet to you at times too, since he was sure little nerdy bookworms liked that kinda shit. His life wasn’t all bad though, he had been “afflicted” with lycanthropy. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the legends and folklore made it seem, for most people. Most were not feral and could freely change forms whenever they wished, from human, to wolf, and to the bulky hybrid form that most people thought of when they heard the word “werewolf.” There were exceptions though, some people did go feral in their wolf forms and change unwillingly during full moons. An encounter with one such creature was what had passed on the magical gift to him. Now his life was free, he lurked the woods for prey, hunted and then cooked what he had caught in a large cave he had claimed as his den. The lifestyle suited him, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, but it was a lonely existence and he wished he had a mate. Axle had been walking around, contemplating what he could do to get some friends or maybe even a lover when suddenly his nose, now hypersensitive even in his human form, picked up a familiar scent. One that he had not smelled in years but nevertheless one that he would be able to place anywhere. He had stolen whiffs of you while having you in headlocks and pushing you into lockers, had deeply inhaled the aroma of your underwear after sneaking into the locker room and stealing them whenever he was sure he wouldn’t get caught. So when he caught your wonderful smell in the breeze he bolted towards it. Just to watch, he thought to himself. And he did just watch, for a while. His eyes drank in your sight as the golden afternoon sun illuminated you so perfectly. Still such a fucking bookworm, reading all the way out here. The more he looked at you the tighter his pants got, would it really be such a bad thing if he just took you away? He could steal all the books you could want if that made you happy. You’d look so cute reading by the fire before he impaled you on his dick. It wasn’t like you could get away from him, even without his new found abilities he was faster and stronger than you could ever hope to be, but now that he was supernaturally imbued there was no chance you could ever get away from him. If you screamed it was okay, there were no witnesses around for the abduction and when he was fucking you back in his den there would be no one around for miles. He readjusted his cock in his torn jeans, fully erect at the thought. He talked himself into it. It wasn’t that hard, this may be his chance to have the future with you he had missed out on previously. You started to get up to leave, placing the book you had been reading into your backpack with the rest of your books that you planned to get through. Suddenly someone rushed out from the trees and snatched your backpack before you could put it on, running with it deeper into the forest. All you could see was their back as they ran off. Axle made sure not to run too fast because he knew you would chase him without thinking to get your precious books. “Please stop! Please! There’s nothing in there other than books! Please!” You screamed and chased the figure deep into the forest, until a chill ran through you as you looked around. You no longer recognized where you were and it was getting ever darker. Axle could have just used force to bring you this far, but he was enjoying playing with you like he used to. Just as you began to turn around and give up on the figure before you he turned around and was on you in an instant.

You recognized him immediately as you saw his face before he put his arm around your neck and licked up your neck creepily. You’d never forget who those mischievous eyes, cruel smirk, snake bite piercings and spiky punk style blond hair that was shaved at the sides belonged to.  

“A-Axle!? What the heck!? Let go! Wh-what do you want with me,” your voice was filled with fear and your eyes began to water, threatening to cry. “Well, you were in my neighborhood and I thought we could catch up~” You kept struggling in his grip, but you were winded from the chase earlier. What he said made no sense, there were no nearby homes, but you were a bit too busy to really contemplate his words. You punch and kicked at him but he just laughed like he had just heard the most hilarious joke, it would have been very insulting if being in a dark forest being manhandled by your old bully wasn’t so terrifying. Axle moved his arm around your neck then ruffled your hair, something about the gesture made you think he wasn’t out to just kill you. But then he gripped your arm tighter and started dragging you deeper into the woods. Your writhing and struggles to free yourself from his iron grasp did nothing to slow him down in the least. There was still a long way to go though, and instead of dragging you and hurting your much more delicate arms he hoisted you into his arms and slung you over his shoulder before starting to run at a speed not normal for a human. This also had the added benefit of scaring you and making you cry those adorable tears of yours. You kicked and screamed the whole time he held you, but the only thing you managed to accomplish was a severely sore throat and further exhaustion. In only a few short minutes Axle covered quite a distance with you. Not tired or out of breath at all despite the speed he ran at or the fact that he was carrying an entire adult on his shoulders. When he arrived at the cave he sat you down on a large bundle of stolen pillows, coats, blankets, and other soft materials. “W-where are we? Wh-why did you bring me here,” you asked almost unintelligibly through the hoarseness of your voice and the fear causing you to stammer. The fear you felt actually tugged a tiny bit at Axle’s heart, he just wanted to teasingly scare you, not make you all terrified. Poor little wimp. His little wimp, he thought, feeling a bit fluttery. Axle sat down beside you and roughly pulled you into his lap before caressing your arm and holding you close, in a manner he thought may be comforting. “What are you d-d-doing!? I don’t like this!” You were, understandably, immensely uncomfortable. Your former bully had his hands all over you. Did he think this was a hilarious prank? And why did he live in a cave? Was he a serial killer that lived in the woods in search of victims?? With each question your heartbeat increased.   Axle could hear your heartbeat. Still so sweet and fearful, just like you always had been~ But he didn’t want you to only associate him with fear and have a heart attack every time he held you. “Shhh, babe, shhh. It’s alright. I promise I won’t hurt you okay? I’ll keep you nice and safe~” Apparently he was not tactful enough to realize that licking and sucking at your oh so sensitive neck, was not very soothing to you. When you thrashed more and not less he got the memo and just held you close instead. There would be time for other stuff later. Right now holding you was enough, drinking in your scent like it was booze, and it was almost more intoxicating. He laid down on his side and pulled a very confused and scared you close to him once more, his arms hugging you tightly as if clinging to a life preserver. While Axle had never slept better than that night with you in his arms you stayed up until sheer exhaustion forced you into a troubled sleep. And when he woke he was so happy, he had half been worried everything had been a dream but no, you were really in his arms like you should have been for all these years. Axle wanted you to be awake so he determined that the most prudent way to wake you up was to pinch your ass. Much to his satisfaction, you woke up easily with a startled yelp, almost jolting off of the bedding. You were confused for a moment as your brain scrambled to remember where the fuck you were and why the fuck you were there instead of at home in your comfortable and familiar bed. And what had just assaulted your butt? Then the memories of the night before smacked into you like a brick wall. Axle. He had kidnapped you and spooned you all night for some unknown reason. Probably some sick prank, if he was just going to beat you up and murder you he would have done that already right? Not say all that stuff trying to comfort you before sleeping by you. Axle pulled you close and once again drew his tongue slowly up your cheek, like it was some sort of odd kiss, it creeped you out but you didn’t say anything opting instead to flinch away at his touch. “Oh come on, don’t be such a pussy, I haven’t hurt you,” he said smirking, obviously enjoying the bit of fear he caused from such a small action. “A-are you ever going to tell me why the hell you made me come here?” “What? I haven’t made you cum yet! Hahaha, I will later though.” You rolled your eyes at his juvenile joke but he just stared at you with a hungry look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m serious! Wh-why am I here, this is insane and illegal! I-I’m leaving!” You started to walk towards the path that led to the cave entrance, but Axle growled in such an animal-like and primal way while stepping forward to block your path that it frightened you into remaining still. “You’re not leaving okay, nerd? You want to know why you’re here? Well it’s so I can fuck you silly and have someone to spend time with. I’m your boyfriend and you’re my property. So sit down, read your little books by the fire, and get settled because I am going to go get us some food and when I come back we are going to eat then we are going to go at it like rabbits.” You stared at him with eyes wide, now more paralyzed than ever with fear and utter bewilderment. He couldn’t be serious could he? You didn’t want that at all, this is the piece of shit that made your entire middle and high school years an absolute horror to get through. During your stunned silence he walked up to you and kissed you quickly on the lips before rushing out of the cave to search for some food. Was he stupid on top of absolutely bat shit crazy? Did he really think you were just going to stay here to be raped by him? Did he actually believe that you would be totally okay with being abducted by your former bully and you would be so enamored with him that not only would you let him put his dick anywhere you but you would also let him be your boyfriend?? Obviously that was not going to fucking happen in any way, shape, form, or fashion. You gave him a few minutes to get far away and then you gathered your bag of reading materials and headed out of the cave that Axle called home. It was too easy, luckily you remembered the general direction back to the park and began on your merry way, running as fast as your feet could carry you. Axle, though, was not really stupid. He may have been a bit of an impulsive hothead and a brute, but he was not without some intelligence. He figured you would almost certainly try to escape while he was out and about and he kept his hunt somewhat near the cave, and down wind from it. Once you left the shelter the wind quickly carried your scent right to his powerful nose. He could smell you so clearly and immediately made a beeline for your precise location. You had thought things were going well, you had put significant distance between you and the cave and were sure he would not be able to catch up to you. But you heard some rustling through the grass and a snap of twigs. You turned around and saw him coming right for you with unholy speed, Axle. Somehow he managed to close the distance between the two of you much faster than should have been possible before lunging and tackling you to the forest floor. This time you didn’t even bother struggling once he had a hold of you. Once more he slung you over his shoulder, smirking this time as you went limp, that was good. At the very least you were learning you could not fight him. Now you only had to learn you couldn’t run either. He wasn’t worried, you were a nerd after all, you would learn quickly. Before you knew it you were back in the cave, he placed you carefully on the rocky floor. You looked at him curiously wondering what he was going to do to you. He responded only with a shit eating grin. He began trying to take off your pants and clothes, and you struggled as much as you could. Which disappointed him, he thought you would have realized that he could always over power you, he had always been able to. Axle let out another beastly growl and that seemed to get the message across, this was happening. As he undid his belt you began to fear the worst, you were sitting naked below him as he was about to whip out his dick, what else could you expect to happen? You began to cry and plead for him not to rape you. He used his belt to tie up your arms before he pulled his pants down slightly. You stared at him as he stood before you with his prick aimed directly at you. Before you could figure out what he was doing he unleashed a hot stream piss all over your naked body. The smell was pungent and you gagged a bit as some of the fluid found its way into your mouth, he must have been holding it for a while because he completely drenched you. Axle had a devilish grin. “This should help remind you of your place. You are my little bitch got it? The scent will make it much easier to smell you and keep anyone else away. And I doubt you will try to scurry off without clothes.” Your abductor laughed maniacally as he emptied your books out on the table and took the bag. He placed all your clothing in it before slinging it around his back. “Be a good little weakling and wait here. Not that you have a choice,” he said as he departed. Axle made a mental note to scent mark you like that regularly, you covered in his scent made him almost lose control and breed you right then and there. But you both needed food, you were a fragile little thing he desperately wanted to take good care of and keep healthy and you would both need your energy for the all night fuck fest he had planned. Back on the floor of the cavern you were defeated, your face wet with tears and piss. You reeked of him and the fluid was becoming dry and sticky in places. This wasn’t fair, what had you done to deserve this. You never bothered anyone, you were a sweet person who just wanted to be lost in their books. You lay on that floor, stiff, stinking, and sticky for what felt like hours until Axle returned, but in reality he had only been gone around fifty or so minutes. He sauntered in with a hand that held a bundle of dead rabbits, and another hand full of foraged vegetables, fruits, and nuts. You wondered how he had caught anything. He did not seem to have any weapons or traps around. “Ah, there’s my good little bitch, I see you stayed in place for me.” Axle took his haul of food into another room of the cavern, presumably a larder or kitchen of some sort, before coming back and tending to you. He undid the belt binding your arms and was about to clean you up, but something about you stopped him. He paused and took a moment to just stare at you, so obedient, so drenched in his scent, so good for him. A perfect little mate. And a perfect mate needed to be bred and marked in the most permanent manner possible. Forgetting his plans to feed the both of you and then go at it later that night sniffed at you and let out a low growl. He needed to mate his bitch. Now. You were limp as a rag doll as he picked you up and put you in the pile of bedding material, despite the gross “scent marking” that he had applied to you not even being rinsed off yet. You felt Axle’s warm tongue carefully licking at your crotch, occasionally he broke away to kiss your soft thighs. His strong hands roamed every inch of your flesh that they could reach. He was like an animal as he began lapping at your entrance, stretching you out and getting you ready for mating. When his tongue slid into you it finally elicited a response and broke you out of your catatonic state. You tried to push him away to no avail, though he did take a moment to look up at all the commotion. As you looked at him you realized he almost seemed a bit larger than he was earlier, and had he always had that stubble, you could have swore that he had been clean shaven. Not that you had been in the best emotional state to make such careful observations. But then you saw a change made before your very eyes, and there was no denying it. His previously brown eyes had turned a fierce glowing yellow and as drool pooled and dripped at the corners of his mouth his teeth grew longer and sharper. Now you were really scared, more terrified than you had been since your kidnapping, what was this beast? Meanwhile Axle was running almost entirely on instinct, he had a vague sense of self but his impulses were simply too strong for him to ignore. The more you struggled the more he felt the unbearable need to prove himself to you. You were denying him as his mate so he had to show you how strong and capable he was, he had to be the mightiest he could be so you would be happy with him and have no doubts who the strongest man for you was. No doubt who owned you. He continued to transform into a full blown werewolf right before your very eyes. His clothing tore away as they were ripped apart by the muscles bulging out beneath, thick blonde fur covered every inch of his body, claws grew from his nails, you could see glimpses of a tail swinging strongly behind him and his ears grew longer. His erect cock became canine like in nature and his musky nuts sung below, full of potent seed to fill you with. You screamed in terror and tried to kick him away but the beast that was formerly Axle would not allow itself to be denied. Had to mate you. Had to prove himself as a good partner. Had to show you he was powerful, could keep you safe. You tried to kick him away but this only cemented in his mind the absolute need to subdue you and yew his. During his shift into his strongest form you had managed to scoot away from him, he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back towards him, you tried to grab at anything you could to stop him, futilely throwing pillows and blankets at him in a last ditch hail Mary attempt to get away, but it was as hopeless as all your other attempts. When he had you under him he forced you into a mating press and shoved his hard cock to the hilt inside of your drool slickened hole. Once he was deep inside he let loose another wave of piss. Had to mark your insides as his property. Had to. Needed to make sure no one else thought about using his property. His mate. His. After Axle had once again marked you with his urine he began slowly thrusting in and out of you. But he quickly got tired of the pace, werewolves were not exactly known for restraint, especially when so deeply under the spell of their instincts. You yelped as he painfully shoved himself in and out of your quickly sore hole. Precum, drool, and piss leaked out of you and down his shaft and balls as he bred you, his huge nut sack slapping your ass with every thrust. Luckily you had been so well lubed by all of his fluids or else you would have been in extreme pain. You were ashamed to admit it but your body was betraying you and the railing you were receiving from this barely human monster was beginning to feel amazing. His knot was slowly swelling within you, creating delicious friction as it rubbed against your inner walls. But interrupting any climax you were making your way towards was Axle as he nuzzled your neck with his wet nose before aggressive licking and nipping at it. But he did not stop there, he had to mark you, make you his mate, claim you in every way, you’d look even more beautiful wearing his claim. So without hesitation or forethought for the consequences of turning you into a werewolf, he bit down at the nape of your neck. Hard. You cried out in a startled shock as he licked away the blood from your fresh wound. He had to comfort his mate. Had to. He didn’t stop licking until your tears lessened and you seemed relatively calm. The entire time he was biting you though he was still fucking you at a moderate pace, and he finally came to the beautiful sound of your overstimulated cries and whimpers. You were so good for him. Perfect fragile little bitch made to be filled up full of his seed and protected by him. You felt a growing pressure inside of you as his knot reached full size, binding the two of you together, and his cock throbbed deep within you as it shot rope after rope of warm semen. You had not gotten your climax yet though, and he couldn’t accept that, you had taken his so so well, you had been such a good mate, the perfect breeding bitch, you even took his mark and everything. Even if it wasn’t by choice. You deserved to feel pleasure. So Axle rocked his hard knot back and forth inside you, as much as he could move it with it at the size that it was, and slowly coaxed an orgasm from your hot mess of a body. He stopped when he felt it and heard you moan and whimper loudly, your voice full of pleasure. After achieving his goal of pumping his wimpy bookworm full he finally regained clarity of mind and his instincts lost their grip on his actions. He realized what he had done and was a bit embarrassed he had lost control like that. He had planned to very slowly ease you into the truth about being a werewolf. Still, he couldn’t argue with the results, you passed out under him from all the sensations he had brought to you, and him on top of you with his cock tight and snug within your hot depths. He was not in the least worried about you being a werewolf, it would only make you more dependent on him, you did not know the first thing about being one. And if you ever did escape he could always overpower you. He was stronger than you when you were both humans and he would remain stronger than you in any form. You would always be Axle’s bitch.  

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere werewolf #yandere monster #monster boyfriend #werewolf boyfriend #male werewolf x gender neutral reader #male yandere x gender neutral reader #werewolf x reader #My OCs #My OC Axle #yandere boyfriend #yandere bully #gender neutral reader

[spectra-bear]

[CW FOR OVERSTIMULATION/HYPERSENSITIVITY]

Dumps all this Bastardoc lore and leaves

(there is much to unpack about my interpretation of future donnie but i do not feel like writing it all down so u guys just get these to piece it together 👍 have fun!)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise movie #rise donnie #azzy art #tmnt #bastardoc #future donnie

[pin-k-ink]

ive been so horny for nanamin lately... do you think you could write smth for him? <3

Nanami Kento X Reader (slight Gojo Satoru x Reader)

CW: cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, semi-public(?) sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, implied threesome, squirting, tongue-fucking

a/n: this has been marinating in my drafts for who knows how long

Your fingers dug into the hard mahogany wood of the desk underneath you. Your head thrown back in ecstasy as the sex god of a man worked between your thighs.

Nanami’s fingers left harsh indents on the flesh of your hips - his attempt at keeping you grounded so he could pull another orgasm from you.

You bit your bottom lip to keep in all the noises, ignoring the obscene slurps and squelches that emanated from your cunt as Nanami drug his tongue across your slit.

It was bad enough that you both were in a hotel lounge, but the thought of someone catching the both of you in this position made you clench around his tongue.

It elicited a moan from the blond, his mouth coming up to close his lips around your throbbing clit. He knew the risk of all of this. You both were supposed to wait for Gojo. But god forbid he was ever on time.

Which gave him the perfect opportunity as he dove between your legs, hiking up your tight little pencil skirt.

His breath hitched. Sneaky little slut wasn’t even wearing any panties.

His cock twitched inside his dress pants, leaking pearly beads of precum that leaked into the fabric of his boxer. He could care less. The only thoughts swarming in his head being to make you cum over and over again until you were a blabbering, incoherent mess. Which was working quite well considering he had to hold you up since your knees buckled.

He slung one thigh on his shoulder, his other hand coming up to palm over the globe of your ass as he dove in deeper with his tongue due to the new angle.

His tongue fucked itself into your sopping hole, lapping up all your juices, occasionally flicking it against your hypersensitive clit. You braved yourself on your elbows.

The button on your blouse popping off from the pressure of you arching your back at such an angle. You moaned almost pornographically, the noise reverberating throughout the empty lounge, but he was sure it would echo throughout the hallway.

“Kento,.. no more.” You slurred, barely able to put your words together. He paused, taking his mouth off of your pussy.

You couldn’t get a moment of relief before his deft and precise fingers plunged inside you without warning. You shrieked, thighs quivering as his fingers scissored themselves against your gummy walls.

He purposely brushed them against that one spot inside you, admiring the way your tongue lolled out with a whine.

He placed soft kisses on the apex of your thighs. “Hmm. You can take it, can’t you, my pretty girl?”

He hummed against your sweaty skin, his free hand squeezing your thighs encouragingly. “Just one more before Gojo gets here.”

You moaned at the thought of the white haired man walking in on you two. You wouldn’t be opposed to having him join you if he ever did. It was no secret to both of you that you found him attractive. I mean, who wouldn’t.

“Oh? That was an interesting reaction.” His fingers picked up the pace, the erotic squelches getting louder and louder as you grew even wetter at the thoughts, if that was even possible. “Maybe you want him to catch you like this. Do you want him to see what a needy little whore you are?”

Your thighs closed around his head as his lips captured your clit in his mouth, changing between gentle tugs and harsh sucks. “Shall I prepare you for him? I doubt theres any need for preparation. Look at how wet you’ve become.”

As if to prove his point, he took his fingers out of your hole and presented them to you. Parting his fingers so you could see the strings of your arousal webbing them together.

“Open.” He commanded, praising you silently as you parted your kiss-swollen lips to encase his digits in your warm, awaiting mouth. Your tongue skillfully slithered around them, licking off every single drop until they were only coated in your saliva.

He dragged them out, letting his wet fingers linger on your bottom lip before he brought them further down to rub harsh circles on your clit. You squealed, unable to close your legs together with Nanami’s large build standing between them.

He leaned down to kiss your jaw, his tongue trailing down the junction of your neck to rest on your collarbone.

His fingers continued to rub your clit, picking up its pace until your whole body was shaking, the desk underneath you barley able to hold the weight of both of your bodies.

Just as he bit down on your collarbone, the coil that had been building up in your lower stomach, snapped. Hot liquid gushed out, soaking his fingers and his pant leg.

Your mouth was open in a silent scream, your thighs racking with shivers as you began to come down from your high. Nanami lifted his mouth from your neck to place a searing kiss on your lips, he moaned lightly into your mouth, faintly tasting yourself on your tongue.

A whistle from the doorway made you break your kiss. Gojo was leaning against the doorway, sporting a hard on that was threatening to rip his pants at the seams. With his hands in his pockets, he strode towards the both you.

Nanami was the first one to speak up. “How long have you been here.”

Gojo smirked, eyes never leaving your spent form, hands twitching as they itched to touch you the same way Nanami has, if not more.

“Long enough. Now, can I have a turn?”

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu Kaisen x reader #jujutsu Kaisen x reader smut #jjk x reader smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami smut #Nanami x reader smut #Nanami Kento x reader #Nanami kento x reader smut #Nanami kento smut

[leonkennedygvrl]

cw: smut!

thinking about a prison co leon who does anything to talk to his favourite prisoner, you. and yes, maybe he shouldn’t pick favourites considering you were a convict but he wasn’t too blame. you were entertaining, genpop was so fucking boring because all everyone did was create make-shift moonshine and trade shivs. but you?

he did wish it were different sometimes, having to sneak into the supply closet during yard time when it was his lunch break just to see you alone was risky - he could lose his job, but it was worth it. for you.

happened again today, you pressed against the locker that held all the cleaning products, palms flat against the metal as leon thrusted up into you with his chubby cock, cleanly trimmed pubes brushing against your plush ass everytime he went balls-deep.

he felt like he was under your control, following you around like a puppy without anyone noticing. he adored you, whilst other people feared you.

leon’s face was buried into the back of your neck, he whimpered at the sensation of your tight walls around his hypersensitive cock, his fingers in your mouth thumb pressing on your tongue to silence your moans whilst slick dripped down his heavy balls.

“you’re perfect.” leon breathed, pressing a chaste kiss to your skin, hearing you hum against his fingers. your pussy clenching at his words. “f—fuck.”

maybe it was lawfully wrong, or deemed fucked up by society to be rooting a criminal as a co, but leon didn’t care. he knew he wanted you, he needed you.

#resident evil 2 remake #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #no use of y/n #leon kennedy x reader #thoughts #imagine #short #smut #against the law but we fw it #like leon fw i #re2rleonkennedy #gentle mdom #resident evil

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Yandere Ex - Sensitive Reader

CW: NSFW, Obsession, Male Yandere,

Part One (Optional)

Note: Thank you @stuff6969fuckyou for the suggestion! Remember, requests are OPEN and I can do general requests like this ^^ Since I don't have much insight on BPD, they'll be hypersensitive in this one. When I get a bit more research done into BPD I'd love to write a yandere x reader with BPD for you!

You never asked to be so emotional. So soft hearted. Yet, that's what drew your ex to you in the first place. While he couldn't even muster a tear at a funeral, you were a bawling mess if the dog died in a movie. And God, he wanted all that to be his again...

You were the heart he lost years ago. The person who was slowly warming him up in those little ways. But... While you DID show you cared, he scared you. Terrified you, even! Arguments lead to you breaking down into pure sobs while he stands unchanged. He would never care for any animals you brought over, only spare them passing glances and shove them off if they wanted affection.

So you told him. You told him that he never cared and it scared you. When he first heard you say it, the words didn't even process in his mind. When they did? This man spent weeks trying to appear much more caring.

He adopted an orange cat and named him Buddy. Changed his home's decor from bland and beige into soothing greens and even hung (safe) houseplants all over. Some parts are intentionally messy as to come off more lived in. Even changed his look from sharp to messy yet charming. It lured you in all over again. It worked! This is the man you really wanted to see, and you played right into the trap.

Now he's got you pinned to the soft blue bed. Taking what was rightfully his. He spent weeks pleasing himself with that cold hardened hand of his- and now he had his soft cuddly lover back. Even with the home change, his rough ways of handling you never changed. He would go at you in any position- the only difference being how close he would hold you now. Keeping his icy body warm with yours. Something in you could just feel that same man that scared you, but it's a little late now.

"That... That was fun! I'm glad I came back-" You try to get up from the bed just to realize one of the restraints still held you back. "I'm glad you're back too. Would you like coffee? Tea?" This is the first time you've seen this man smile, but it still feels... Off. "I think you forgot to take one of the ropes off..."

"Oh, I didn't forget anything."

"I'm sorry...?"

"I didn't forget anything. You decided to come back, so that means you must want to stay this time, right? I even got you a friend to keep you company. Now, stay and wait while I get you something to drink."

He's kidding... He's kidding! He wouldn't keep you here! Despite trying to reassure yourself of his jokes, you knew damn well you played into his hands. You fell for this trap all over again- this act that he put on to keep little sensitive you here. Buddy leapt right onto the bed and curled at your feet, purring loudly and making little biscuits.

Cry all you want, but you're here now. You got yourself trapped all over again, and terrors rarely let prey escape twice.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #imagines #x reader #reader insert #yandere crush #yandere

[hyufucks]

three is better than one ➳ txt choi line + fem!reader

cw: dom!choi line, sub! reader, foursome (i guess), raw sex, multiple orgasms, a little bit of breeding kink, cowgirl, mentions of oral, fingering, fingers in mouth, face slapping (if i miss anything please let me know!).

when they told you that choi wanted you to be in the dorms, you never thought that the three wanted to be with you.

the eldest of the three, yeonjun, was fucking you hard while the youngest of the choi was holding you, resting your back against his chest as he gently caressed and rubbed your thighs to distract you from the overwhelming pain.

the leader remained oblivious to the situation, watching the show from his comfortable sofa with his legs slightly apart, analyzing every move.

ever since you met the three choi, beomgyu and yeonjun were most of the time fucking you or somehow managing to squeeze you multiple times. they were almost always threesomes, so you rarely had single sex with one of them.

you could perfectly highlight the qualities of the two: yeonjun is so good with his tongue. he can really spend hours down there and he's never going to get tired. beomgyu is also good at eating you, but gosh, his fingers are incredibly nimble and he handles them too well when it comes to twisting them inside you.

and, of course, they both fuck too good to be true.

however, choi soobin never touched you, kissed you and didn't even have that dark gaze that characterized the other two when they wanted to drag you to their bedrooms. you always thought that he had some kind of problem with you, that just hated you or maybe has this fetish of watching people having sex.

you vaguely remembered that the only 'contact' he had with you was lightly brushing his hand on your knee when the four played board games while laughing and the cheeks turned pink from too much alcohol.

he was always a spectator, but never a protagonist.

you stared at a fixed point while feeling your brain being fucked, until yeonjun's big hand grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

'what's wrong with you, hmm?' you saw his smile 'am i fucking you so good that you can't keep eye contact?' he teased you with a small laugh. beomgyu also joined him.

the youngest's hands left your thighs to go directly to your nipples, gently caressing each one of them. you licked your lips and your body rose slightly, earning a laughter again from the two boys.

'your body is still reacting just like the first time' the green hair muttered 'you're still tight' he sighed softly.

'hyung, is she too tight?' beomgyu asked, feeling his cock getting harder against your lower back as time went on.

the older nodded 'so tight that i'm about to cum' he swallowed hard as he struggled to move inside you.

yeonjun's hand released from your jaw to eventually drive towards your core, moving quickly to help you cum.

you scratched his arm and squirmed a couple of times before bursting hard, feeling your stomach burn inside as your euphoria slowly ebbed. jun soon joined you, spreading his warm, sticky liquid inside you.

your peace and calm did not last very long, since you immediately felt how beomgyu left you aside to lie down next to you, gently caressing your belly.

'do you think you can go on top of me and ride me, precious?' he asked softly with such a cute smile that it is impossible for you to deny his request.

you slowly straddled on him as best you could, letting him settle carefully inside you, helping you down gently.

gyu saw you so exhausted that he took pity on you; he took you by your waist with both hands and began to hit you hard inside.

you placed both hands on his shoulders to support yourself, feeling how your liquid and yeonjun's came out of your inside.

immediately the older's fingers picked up his own essence and pushed them back into you. you gritted your teeth in hypersensitivity.

'try to keep it inside, okay?' he gently kissed your forehead and caressed your back. you nodded and smiled at him without showing your teeth 'that's our pretty girl' he fixed your messy hair and let his partner continue with his work.

beomgyu hugged you to his body and began to spread messy kisses on your neck and face to finally kiss your red and broken lips.

of the two of them, he was always the sweeter when it came to having sex. seldom gyu was mean to you, he might act like a motherfucker when your bratty side comes out.

yeonjun, on the other hand, was always a son of a bitch, although sometimes he has his tender moments where he treats you like the person he loves the most in this world, despite not being in a romantic relationship with him.

it took a couple more thrusts for beomgyu to finally cum inside of you, lightly biting your shoulder, holding back his moans and curses. a short time later you followed him, shaking like jelly.

both guys helped you get comfortable on the bed, kissing every part of your body, caressing you and telling you that you have done an incredible job while they put your underwear on you to retain the semen of both of them.

when you finally thought you could rest and begin to close your eyes, a third voice, so long awaited by you, was present.

soobin got up from the sofa to walk slowly until he was standing right in front of you.

you felt the mattress sink with the new weight. you swallowed hard with emotion — and perhaps fear —of what soobin would do to you.

his big, cold hands roamed over your figure, gently caressing the places where the other boys had bitten and sucked.

suddenly, his face was close to yours, examining every part of it.

out of sheer impulse you leaned in and kissed his lips that looked so soft.

you immediately felt soobin's hand hit your cheek, causing you to bring your hand to the spot.

you looked at him with the eyes of a scared puppy.

'turn around and get on four. now.' you obeyed almost immediately, even though it took you too long to put yourself in the position the leader asked you to do. — your knees failed more than once.

you gasped against the pillow as he quickly removed your underwear and settled in behind you.

'i guess you can take another round, right?' not responding right away, soobin grabbed your hair and pulled it back 'i asked you a fucking question.'

'y-yes, i can take it' you replied crying from the pain 'fine' he pushed your face into the pillow and aligned his cock at your entrance.

you bit into the fabric once it fully entered you.

your body was dead, but your brain was awake and alert to the sudden sensation you've longed to experience ever since you met him. you wanted to keep every moment in your mind, in case this was the only time soobin fucks you.

he lifted your head again and forced you to suck on his fingers as he placed them right in front of you. you happily did, and when they were completely wet, he directed them towards your center and pushed them inside of you without any warning.

you moaned loudly at the pleasant sensation of his long, beautiful fingers inside you, and the sudden well-known knot in your belly became present.

'i'm about to cum' you warned him between gasps and little sips from your nose. he answered by accelerating his movements, both his fingers and his cock.

more jerky movements and heavy hits were enough for soobin to reach his orgasm, accompanied by grunts and low curses.

his movements never slowed down, in fact, they became much more violent than before. you felt how your orgasm arrived and your vision was clouded by the accumulation of tears and the sweet pleasure of having been incredibly fucked by the person you waited so long for.

soobin withdrew from you slowly and automatically put your underwear back on with one hand.

'i hope for your own good keep our sperm inside you, or we'll have to fuck you again until you learn how to be a good, pretty container.' he whispered against your ear before letting go of your hair, allowing you to slump back against the mattress and let yourself rest for the first time that night.

#choi yeonjun smut #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #choi soobin smut #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu hard hours #yeonjun hard hours #soobin hard hours #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #soobin hard thoughts #beomgyu hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #choi line #txt x reader #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together smut #choi line smut

[xxsugarbones]

CHRISTMAS SICKNESS

-You had been so excited for Christmas, having planned to spend it with a group of your friends and your loving boyfriend. Too bad this sickness decided to roll around just in time to down you for the entire day.

cw - implied fem! reader but I don’t think I used any terms, chubby! reader, reader is very sick but their loving bf takes care of them 💕, nudity but not in a sexual way (he bathes them), fluff, not really proofread we die with grace in this household

wc - 2.3k

|| an - So I ended up getting the spicy flu for the second time just before Christmas and was sick through the entire day + Boxing Day, and I’m still not feeling too hot now on New Years Day. All I craved was comfort and snuggles but ofc I was infectious so that wasn’t gonna happen 😍🤞🏼

So whatever this is supposed to be was inspired by that fact, it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written but we’re rolling with it lmfao

I am also very late posting this but I wasn’t sure if it was good enough to post skrrt skrrt

Today was supposed to be fun. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, family, food and gifts. But here you were, curled up in bed with a cold rag resting over your warm forehead, balled up underneath the heavy blankets while cold chills wracked your overheated body. It hurt. So bad. You were hypersensitive as it stood already, so the shivers that rolled through your body made it so much worse. You could feel the fabric of the blanket rubbing against your bare skin, just how heavy they were, all you could think about was how uncomfortable you were-

“How are you feeling, my love?” The familiar voice of your boyfriend called out softly, catching your attention. You gave a stuffy whine in reply, pulling the sheets up a little further before the next wave of shivers kicked in. It started off slow, goosebumps slowly rising to the top of your skin, before getting more and more intense, to the point they became so sensitive you had to beg your boyfriend to take the sheets off since you could barely move your arms yourself. Of course he obliged, quickly moving to your side of the bed and pulling the covers off of you, watching you shake where you lay. He was clearly worried about you, and you hated to see him look so sad like this.

“Thank you.. You know you don’t have to stay here.. You could go to that friendmas thing the others were talking about.” You mumbled once the shivers had died down once again, your heavily blocked sinuses making themselves known with the way you spoke. He shook his head, resting a cool hand on your warm cheek to try and cool you down, even a little.

“No. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here, and taking care of you.” He stated, matter-of-factly, like that was the end of the conversation. And it seemed that it was because he stood up again.

“I’m gonna go run you a cool bath and make you something to drink.” You shrunk down into yourself at the mention of a cool bath, knowing it was going to hurt even more than the sheets did. But you didn’t have the energy to fight back or stop him from walking off, out of the bedroom and back towards the bathroom to get your bath started. He kept it lukewarm so you wouldn’t feel like you were freezing, adding a few drops of an essential oil that would hopefully help clear your sinuses. He sighed, eyeing the water sadly.

He knew just how excited you were for Christmas- the few years you two had been dating you always made such a big deal out of the holiday. Decorations, a big Christmas tree covered in ornaments, lights and tinsel, and you always enjoyed cooking the Christmas lunch or dinner. You always made some of the best mac and cheese, and your potato bake was on another level. But this year.. He sighed, standing up again and making his way back to the bedroom to collect you. By the time he got there you were once again curled up under the thick blankets, breathing heavily from your mouth and clutching onto the fabric of the blankets as the pain shot through your shaking form.

“You poor thing.” He sighed, shaking his head and siting on the edge of the bed again. You didn’t look at him, but you did slowly shuffle closer so your warm cheek was resting on his thigh. He sighed, reaching down to card his fingers through your hair. Truly, you poor thing..

“How about, after your bath, we go sit in the living room and open some presents, hm? That’ll perk you up. I know you’ll love what I got you.” He whispered with a soft smile, keeping his eyes on your expression. But you didn’t respond, just keeping your eyes closed and focusing on keeping your breathing even, though it almost came out in pants because it was just so hard to breathe. His smile faded quickly, and he sighed, carefully scooping you up and into his arms.

“Baby.. careful.. Gonna puke if you move me too fast..” You warned, grabbing onto the front of his shirt for stability. He apologised with a tone that could shatter your damn heart, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He took your words into account, keeping you bundled up in his arms as he forced himself to his feet. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, gripping tighter onto his shirt. It would never cease to amaze you just how easily he could lift you, like you were light as a feather.

“Come now, pretty girl, let’s get you cooled down.” He whispered, carrying you off to the bathroom. All you could muster was a tired moan, gripping onto him so tight as if he was going to drop you. But he would never. He had a soft, yet steady hold of you as he slipped into the bathroom, your cheek rubbing against his chest with each step he took. He couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, stepping into the bathroom. But he didn’t flick on the overhead lights. Instead, he carefully sat you down on the counter next to the sink, and flipped the switch of the salt lamp that sat on the windowsill, filling the bathroom with a soft orange glow.

“So your headache doesn’t get worse.” He explained as he pressed another kiss to your forehead. You pouted up at him.

“Baby, I’m sweating, don’t kiss my forehead.” You whined, reaching up to wipe said sweat away from your skin, which unfortunately (for you), meant you also wiped away the kiss he had just planted. He feigned hurt, puffing out his bottom lip and resting his hand over his heart.

“My heart, you break it. Wiping off my kiss like that. You must not love me anymore.” He teased, stepping closer to you again. He slotted himself between your legs, reaching forward and plucking up the hem of your singlet.

“C’mon. Arms up. Let’s get you in this bath.” You complied without much fight, lifting your arms above your head and allowing the man to pull the fabric off of you. Unfortunately it didnt do too much to help you. Once it was off you leaned forward, burying your face into the crook of his neck and sniffling, though it didn’t help because of just how congested you were.

“C’mon baby. I gotta finish undressing you to help.” He dropped his voice in volume since you were now right there, rubbing your bare back. Shit, your skin was so warm. But you felt freezing. The friction hurt. You audibly winced, and he pulled his hand away.

“Sorry baby. But it’s gonna hurt again once you’re in.” He whispered gently as a warning, working at your pyjama pants next. They took a bit more effort since you barely had the energy to lift your body off the counter enough for him to slide them off, but it eventually worked, the pants being thrown into the dirty clothes hamper. He scooped you back up, prompting you to wrap yourself around him like a baby koala would its mother, clinging onto him for dear life. He made the little trip over to the bathtub, and looked down at you with soft eyes.

“Come on.” He encouraged, and you slowly slid off of him, resting your feet back on the cold tiles. The action caused another immediate shiver to take over you. You hunched over, arms wrapping around yourself to try and keep warm.

“I know, sweetheart, but you need this. You’re running a bad fever.” He encouraged again, and finally, you turned your back to him, carefully stepping into the water. It may have been lukewarm, but it felt like cold fire. With a great deal of pain he helped lower you into the water, your body tensed up and tears pricking at the corners of your dull, tired eyes. He cooed, doing his best to keep you calm as he squatted next to the tub, dipping his hands into the water and cupping some, before carefully pouring it down onto your back. You gripped onto the sides of the tub, head dropping and trying so so hard not to shake or flinch away from his touch. You trusted him, with everything that you were. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. But this bath felt like absolute torture.

“You’re doing so well, honey. How about after this we go and open some presents, huh? Will that make you feel better?” He tried again, since he didn’t get a response the last time he had asked. This time, you slowly nodded your head. He poured a little more water over your shoulders, and hummed. “I’ll get you your favourite comforter so you can rug up and everything. How does that sound?” Another little nod in reply, so he smiled, just continuing his actions so you were soaked in the cool water, small winces and swears slipping from your lips every few seconds the longer he continued.

It lasted a little while longer until he was sure that you had cooled down enough, reaching into the water for the plug. But by then you were also shivering, arms wrapped tightly around your body and your thighs squished against your stomach as you attempted to curl up into yourself. His eyes saddened, and he grabbed the fluffy towel he had grabbed earlier, unrolling it on the counter, then moving to scoop you up and out of the tub. He set you down on the little mat in front of the sink so you didn’t slip, grabbing the towel once again and starting to pat you dry.

“I know, my love. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He whispered soothingly, and you simply nodded, just leaning against him. You barely had the energy to speak by then, honestly just wanting to go back to bed with him. Your eyes were droopy too, the soft lighting in the bathroom calming enough that it was making you drowsy yet again.

You didn’t notice him calling your name until he took your chin between his fingers, lifting your head up so your tired eyes gazed into his own concerned ones.

“Are you okay, my love?” He mumbled, setting the towel down and scooping you up off your feet again so he could carry you back to the bedroom. You shook your head a little, resting your cheek against his.

“‘M okay, baby.. I love you..” You mumbled softly against the shell of his ear, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face between your soft bicep and his neck. Your eyes closed, which he caught onto pretty quickly. He turned the corner into the room, and carefully set you down on the bed. You opened your tired eyes again to look up at him.

“I’ll get you some clothes and help you dress, give me a second, my love.” His lips pressed against your hairline so tenderly, it had your heart melting. You watched him pull back and step to the dresser, pulling open your drawers and picking you out a pair of short pyjamas. He was going to wrap you up in a comforter shortly anyway, so there wasn’t a point in dressing you with more clothes and making those hypersensitive shivers hurt even more than they already did. You could feel the little tears bubbling up in the corners of your eyes again. He was so perfect. Not once had he made this out to be a chore, not once had he gotten annoyed or upset with you. You had felt horrible having to cancel going to the Friendmas celebration, but you had insisted he go without you. He had flat out refused. There was no way he was going without you, or leaving you home alone feeling like this.

“Y’ keep zoning out on me, baby, you sure you’re good?” He finally snapped you out of your thoughts again, looking up to him as he kneeled in front of you to help slip on your clean shorts. You nodded your head weakly, offering him a lopsided smile.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.” You hummed out with a soft breath; and he smiled, shaking his head. You were too sweet. He continued, just carefully dressing you until you were semi-comfortable again, then wrapping you up in your favourite blanket, all snug as a bug. He once again lifted you up, your legs around his hips and your arms around his chest while clinging onto the comforter, as he once more exited the bedroom. This time, his destination was the living room. But before he sat you down so he could get you something from underneath the intricately decorated tree (that you had decorated together at the beginning of the month, thanks to your pleading and begging), you mumbled something into his ear, clearly half asleep and struggling to even hold onto him anymore.

“Can I just sleep? Wanna cuddle you but wanna sleep..” He looked down at the back of your head with a blink, but he nodded his head, walking the both of you over to the deep couch and carefully sinking down into it with you straddling his lap comfortably, his arms around your hips.

“Of course. Whatever you want.” He whispered, sliding his hand underneath the back of your shirt to spread his hand over the flat of your back. The skin contact made you groan into his neck, one more shiver rolling through your body, but this one didn’t hurt. No. The goosebumps covering your body were good, and it made you just snuggle down further into him.

“Love you..” You whispered, exhaustion tugging you further and further into sleep. He smiled against the side of your head, eyes closing.

“I love you too, my dear. Merry Christmas.”

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[mimixmunson]

Ok… I would like a gator tillman smut like maybe he has been away for awhile because Roy asked him to take care of something and when he comes back all he wants it’s reader but he’s not only f*cking reader but makes love to reader… idk something like that

Far too long / Gator Tillman- Fargo / One Shot / Smut

CW- smut, the term daddy is used, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, p in v, porn with a slight plot, established relationship, x reader.

“Been a while huh princess? Daddy has to work, you know that right? Daddy works to keep those hands of yours soft and manicured, while mine are dirty and calloused. Y’like that though don’t you? My hands all rough, rubbing against this pretty little pussy. Look at her, she’s crying out for me. Your little princess brain is leaking out of her.” Gator teases, he rubs his middle finger through your slit. Separating your folds and zeroing over your clit. Your breath hitches as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, his fingertips grazing your g-spot every time he pumps them into you.

“Please.. No more. No more teasing. Want you. Please.” You’re begging him, he’s been away for little over two months, some bullshit that Roy had sent him away to take care of. You weren’t interested in his work, you learnt a long time ago to ask no questions. Ignorance is bliss. But your body aches for him, your head full of nothing but Gator Gator Gator. Your clit practically throbbing his name in morse code. He knows just how to tease you, having dated you for so long he knew your weak spots, how to melt that mind of yours.

“See, any other time, Daddy would tell you to be patient. But fuck. Babe, I need to be inside you. Been away far too long. Never again. I’ll work from fucking home and dad can just fucking like it.” He spits his words out like venom on his tongue. You knew he was lying, as much as you loved him, he could never stand up to his father. That’s a problem for another day, you hum as he rubs his dick against your slit. Your pussy acting as all the lubricant you could ever need, leaving his length slick and wet. Ready for you.

With his first thrust inside you, you’re putty in his hands. Your breath hitches as his cock hits your g-spot, violating the area until all you can think about is how good it feels. Nobody has ever fucked you so good.

“My girl. My fuckin’ girl. Missed you so much. Not just this ass of yours either. Missed your love.” Gator groans as he gently slaps your ass, leaning forward to rub your clit. It’s almost too much, the praise and the feeling of his fingers kissing your hypersensitive clit.

“Daddy. Missed you too. Love you. Love how you make me feel, love you.” You manage to get those words out in-between moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every movement he makes deeper inside you. You’re convinced you can feel him in your stomach.

“Love’ya too- Gonna fill you up so good baby.” His words tease you, all your thoughts muddle up into one, Gator. Gator and how he feels, fucking the moans out of your mouth. Gator and how he’s over-stimulating both your clit and your g-spot at once. Gator and how he’s still wearing that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing how much it gets to you. All you want in your life is Gator.

Your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, the familiar feeling rising higher and higher. You clench around Gator’s cock. Almost trapping him into cumming inside you as you come undone yourself.

“Close.. so close. Please.” You whimper, your face buried in the pillows of your shared bed as you desperately dribble saliva from your mouth onto the sheets. He picks up the pace, not wanting to waste any more time. He just wants you. He wants to make you feel incredible. And that he does, when your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. Gushing over his cock as your tormented clit becomes even more sensitive after cumming. He doesn’t stop fucking you, he pounds into your hole faster and harder than before. It’s all too much for your little body to handle and he knows that. You can’t hold it any longer, your pussy squirting over your boyfriend and the bed.

Soft groans come from behind you as Gator ruts. Wiping the sweat from his brow and pulling out of you, ropes of cum still dripping from cock and dribbling out of your abused cunt.

Gator wipes the mess from your body and his, ripping the soiled sheets off the bed as you both collapse on the mattress in each other’s embrace.

“Love you.” He whispers against your cheek before planting a gentle kiss through panted breaths. “Love you too.” Your eyes still tightly shut, as if opening them would make the moment just a dream. You squeeze his arm a little, needing something to grip onto as you crash back from ecstasy to reality. The pair of you lay there, breathing each other in, not wanting to move a muscle. Roy better not send him away for this long ever again.

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[kanatamour]

A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.

— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.

— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.

— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.

— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.

— However, all gifts came at a price.

— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.

— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.

— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.

— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.

— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.

— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.

— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.

— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.

— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.

— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.

— So at first you make excuses.

— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.

— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.

— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?

— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.

— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?

— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.

— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”

— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.

— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.

— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.

— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“

— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.

— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.

— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.

— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.

— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?

— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.

— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.

— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.

— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.

— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.

— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.

— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”

— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.

— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”

— They smile, knowingly.

— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.

— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.

— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!

— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?

— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?

— And you are hurt too.

— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.

— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.

— But this… You are trembling.

— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”

— Oh.

— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.

— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.

— So that is why…

— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.

— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.

— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.

— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.

— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.

— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.

— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”

— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”

— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.

— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.

— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.

— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.

— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.

— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.

— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.

— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.

— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.

— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.

— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.

— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.

— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.

— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.

— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.

— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.

— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.

— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.

— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.

— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.

— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.

— “Hm?”

— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.

— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.

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[cu7ie]

rehab.

✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧ oh joy, being taiju's favorite little toy.

taiju shiba x reader.

cw; implied/referenced drug addiction and usage, reader has a vagina (no pronouns mentioned), blowjobs/throatfucking. blood (reader's nose is bleeding.)

author's note: for deeper immersion/greater context PLEASE listen to "rehab", this fic is based off that song. i wrote this for @pupicunt <3 i hope you appreciate this taiju thirst.

When Taiju wipes the blood from your nose, it reminds you of how much he loves you.

Patience.  A virtue in which Taiju is most prevalently lacking in. That's why the others could never last as long; any defiance or any slight can warp his perception of anything, any one.

 (Taiju has killed men; scorned the hearts of lesser whores over trivial things, he is not a merciful god, but you don't mind being burnt, holding the fire of him in your palm,)

You are the exception that defies all logic. You are his little angel. As long as you bend over backwards for him, jump when he says how high, he seems to stretch himself infinitely for you. (He feeds your addiction, your drug dealer and the kindest daddy you could ever want, as long as you give him those baby doll eyes; bat your lashes for him; bend over and touch your toes for him,) Every second of everyday you think about what he means to you, 

the things he does to you, and for you.

He's not home right now, and your chest hurts. Vague feelings of panic bubble up in your stomach, paranoia clamping down it's jaw; around your neck, dry throat sticking together, and all you do is sweat, sweat, sweat,

watching your blood drip down your lip like drool.

… 

…plink!

Your consciousness settles in your body. Air filters into your lungs, n' suddenly you can see and hear and feel it: your chest and ribs expanding—

the door unlocking.

You suck in a breath, turn in what feels like slow motion, your hands slipping over porcelain as you try and straighten your spine, stroking your hair because you think it looks a mess (getting distracted by the numbness in your face, your eyes staggering twitching)-

"So this is what you've been up to." You don't know where you put your phone - you feel hypersensitive to that fact as your whole body perks up at the sound of him. "I'm sorry, baby." A voice that is a mockery of itself emerges, tired yet so excited to see him. You stumble on nothing in your effort to scamper into Taiju's arms;

stepping over a thin razor and pill bottle, an empty baggy. 

He's staring at you from the doorway, expression grave. 

"Aww. Don't look at me like that.. Taiju,"

You're fluttering. Stepping on clouds and walking into his arms and knowing he's not happy with you. But he lets you be close anyway, allows your forehead thud dully into his chest, 

get close to his beating heart; the hot magma that lies beneath his skin.

His fingers weave into your hair and he pries you off of him, pulling your head back until your neck arches and the marred skin is exposed to him.

(Taiju isn’t always nice, if the bites and bruises are anything to go by.)

"Have you seen yourself? You're a fuckin' mess.” His eyes looked hard and beady, but soften into something unrecognizable. It makes your stomach flip. “Whole bathroom's a mess. When I call you," he jostles your head, "I expect you to pick the fuck up. The fuck's wrong with you?" His teeth look razor sharp, and for a moment fear strikes like a brand - you're wise enough to appeal to his sensibility; an expert in placation.

"I'm sorry, Taiju." You lick your lips slow, holding his probing gaze with confidence that doesn't quite suit you. "But let me make it up to you.." His grip relaxes as your hands smooth down the front of his shirt, going down, and down,

Running your hands along his bulge, thick cock leaving an impression as you gently stroke him through his pants. "I'll kiss it just how you like…" you murmur, a fog cloud rolling over your rational thought. In the next instant, you're already on your knees; unbuckling his belt with a new found feverishness, desperation exuding from you like the sweat from your pores; you need him you need him you need him—

That pang of anxiety congeals in the back of your mind as you work his head into your mouth, cupping his balls with your free hand as you feverishly jerk whatever doesn't fit with gusto. You're so sensitive that the feeling of him being inside you like this makes you moan, 

And as you begin to suck, blood mixes with saliva mixes with the taste of his dick, 

(n you put up with it because he's your precious hubby, your Taiju,) 

You look up for some mite of praise or approval. It pleases you greatest that Taiju doesn't look an ounce as mad as he did before. 

But the expression on his face doesn't look like love either. His eyes bore into the top of your head and you're too senseless, too focused on sucking this dick like your life depends on it, the sound of your sloppy head drowning out the sound of his grunting and cursing. 

He thrusts his hips into your mouth, which throws you off of your rhythm, but he doesn't care how much you sputter and gag as he forces the rest of his dick down your throat, your nose pressing up against his fuzzy trail; tears that you can't feel run down your face. You frantically squeeze his thighs as he uses your mouth, getting more and more bothered as breathing through your nose feels so hard-

And maybe this is what he loves about you. You are boneless, letting him debase you like this, bound to ask for more when he gets you back to the bedroom; just a delirious little slut - nothing more.

You just moan his name so sweetly. 

He forces your head back, your breathing staccato as with a wet schlop your lips are forcibly removed from his cock, still bobbing and wet and hard. You give it a sweet, parting kiss. He groans, but doesn't allow himself to be distracted by your ministrations.

"Can you get up?" It's rhetorical, because he forces you up by your arm and your legs feel too weak to stand on but you do it anyway, for him. He's a little gentler as he keeps you from tottering, bringing you back to the bedroom and just tossing you onto the mattress. You curl into the sheets instinctively, cold now that he's not touching you.

"Taiju. Where’ d you go..?" You call out to air, your hands sliding down the front of your shorts. When he doesn’t respond, your head gets all floaty again, your pussy oozing at the thought of being used- 

The door slams and you don’t stop, easing fingers into yourself to the knuckle. One finger, then two. So preoccupied with yourself that, in your haze, you don’t notice the bed shifting from a weight that's not yours. 

“‘Nough of that.” Your head snaps up to attention, panting and tongue lolling; so desperately aroused.

Taiju is out of his shirt, pants still unbuckled - having made their way around his ankles. He doesn’t have to utter another word. You excitedly climb into his lap, fumbling with your shorts and pulling your panties to the side because you’re simply too impatient to take them off. You sink onto his cock with a grateful sigh, the sound of Taiju’s booming laughter making you giggle too. 

“Tai… let me take care of you. How you take care of me.” Peppering kisses along his neck, along his collarbone, leaving a litter of hickies behind.

He can do no more than oblige. 

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[ophelia-writes-fics]

the thrill of the rush [martin whitly x reader - 18+]

You had always known that Martin wanted kids, but you hadn’t realized quite how badly until you’d agreed to start trying for one.

Tags (please read!): fem!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lots and lots of praise, like so much praise, pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), daddy kink, begging, mild degradation, rough-ish sex, a bit of biting, aftercare, weirdly soft and tender considering martin is a serial killer but honestly this could be read as an AU where he isn't

Word count: ~1.9k

CWs/TWs:

reader and martin are trying for a baby, but there's no in-depth discussion of pregnancy, and reader isn't pregnant (yet)

full disclosure, i'm only on episode 5 of prodigal son (but i've seen a ton of clips and edits) so if martin's a bit out of character i apologize. i tried to capture his softer, family-oriented side a little bit - i like it when he's scary, but sometimes a bitch just wants to be lavished with love, yk? <3

i'll write some really kinky shit with him later, i've got some fun requests, but for now, enjoy! (oh, and 10th doctor smut will be posted tomorrow, so stay tuned!)

You had always known that Martin wanted kids, but you hadn’t realized quite how badly until you’d agreed to start trying for one. 

However, now that he had you pinned underneath him, practically bent in half, and was pounding into you with reckless abandon, you were starting to realize what exactly you were in for. 

“Oh, f-fuck, please, Martin, s-slow down…” you begged, your hands scrambling for purchase on his forearms as your eyes rolled back from pleasure. 

“Shh, darling, you can take it. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Just lie there and let me take care of you,” he murmured before gently kissing your forehead and doubling down on his already brutal pace. 

“Mnn…c-can’t take it…too much…” You shut your eyes tightly, thoroughly overwhelmed with pleasure. 

He’d already made you cum twice by going down on you, then twice more while fucking you like this, and despite how overstimulated and sensitive your entire body felt, you were rapidly approaching another orgasm. 

“You can and you will, sweet girl. I’m going to make sure you get just as much enjoyment out of this as I do, and if that means I end up making you cum a dozen more times tonight, then that’s how it’s going to go. You’re going to take it.” He pressed a series of desperate, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin on your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Do you know what you do to me? What your body does to me?” 

A particularly hard thrust made you cry out, and from the look in Martin’s eyes, you could tell that was exactly the reaction he was hoping for. His grip on your thighs tightened as he bent you further back, pinning you so that your knees nearly touched your shoulders, fucking you deeper than you’d thought possible. He leaned in close to whisper to you as he pounded you mercilessly, his hand moving between the two of you to rub against your hypersensitive clit. 

“I’ve been waiting on this for ages, darling. I’ve been waiting -- fuck, you feel amazing -- waiting so long to have you like this, all mine for the taking, at long last.” 

Martin groaned, closing his eyes as your cunt tightened around him. You opened your mouth to try and tell him you were getting close, that you needed him, that it was too much and not enough and you needed it so badly, but before you could speak, he pulled you close and kissed you passionately, a stark contrast to the absolutely brutal fucking he was giving you. 

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. “I know, sweetheart, I know, you’re so close, I feel it,” he purred, interrupting himself every so often to kiss you again. “I can feel how badly you want it. It’s all right, darling, let it happen. I’ve got you. I’m not going to stop for anything, I promise. Cum for me, baby, I know you can do it.” 

You could barely even process the words coming out of his mouth, but still, your body obeyed his orders, almost instinctively. You couldn’t have held back if you wanted to, your desperate moan becoming a scream as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, leaving you trembling and whimpering for Martin to please, please slow down, it’s too much, even though you both knew full well that you could take it. He fucked you straight through it, only barely slowing down as you came, then picking up the pace again, thrusting into you with deep, hard strokes. 

“Such a good little girl,” he praised, giving you that look you knew so well as he smiled at you; that thrilling, dangerous look in his eye that made you feel like a cornered prey animal, completely helpless and at his mercy, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. His hand wandered to your neck and wrapped around it - not nearly hard enough to restrict your breathing, but enough so you felt the weight of it, so that you knew you were his and only his. 

You practically melted beneath him at the feeling, letting yourself float away in the waves and waves of pleasure that never stopped. You lavished in his praise, in the feeling of his hands all over you, in the light graze of his beard against your face, your neck, your chest as he kissed you over and over again. 

“Martin, please, I’m ready…”

He pulled back, fixing you with a look that betrayed his own desperation. “Ready for what, sweetheart? Use your words, I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” 

“I -- ngh! -- I want you to cum, please, I wanna feel it, I want…” you trailed off with a gasp as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. 

“What do you want?” 

You moaned, barely able to string a coherent thought together, feeling yourself getting more and more lost in your fog of pleasure. 

Martin grabbed your chin firmly, turning your face to him. “I said, what do you want, hmm?” His gravelly voice was like music in your ears. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell Daddy what you need.” 

You stared up at him through blurry eyes, trying to focus on him in your fucked-out state. “I want…I want you to fill me up. I want to have a baby with you, Martin. I - I need it, please, I’m ready, I want - oh, fuck, oh my god, yes, right there…fuck, I - I want to have your child, please, I need it, Martin…”

That did it. Without even pulling out, he turned you over and quickly positioned you so that you were on all fours, pressing your face into the mattress with a deep moan that was almost a growl. He grabbed your hips hard, using them as leverage to fuck into you even harder, with shallow thrusts that hit the most sensitive places inside you, never pulling even halfway out. 

“Oh, yes, that’s it, my filthy fucking girl. You want Daddy to breed you?” 

He knew the answer, he’d known it since the beginning, that was what had started this past hour of overwhelming pleasure for you, but you knew that he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted you to beg. 

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Please, please, I need it, please…” 

“Ah, there’s my good girl. You’re so sweet, aren’t you? Begging like a whore for me to fill you up. There you go, let me hear you moan for it, let me hear how desperate you are for me to put a baby in you, come on…Mmm, such a good girl, lying there and taking it like the slut you are.” 

You could tell from his tone of voice and the way his pace was starting to grow erratic that he was getting close, and you knew that you weren’t far behind him. You absolutely loved it when he got like this, dominant and possessive and half-mad with lust. You could barely hold yourself upright with how badly your body was shaking. 

You felt his grip tighten on your hips, fingers pressing so hard into your soft skin that you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow, and you whined desperately, the sound growing muffled as Martin shoved your face back into the mattress, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling slightly in a way that sent shivers down your spine. 

“God, you have no idea how hard it’s been for me to hold back, I’ve wanted to do this for so long…can’t stop -- oh, shit, darling, just like that -- god, I can’t stop fucking thinking about how pretty you’ll look carrying my child, how needy you’ll be for me for those nine long months,” he panted, voice shaking ever so slightly. You knew he meant every single word. 

“I’m going to take such good care of you, my perfect girl. You hear me? Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

He wrapped an arm around you, toying with your clit in a way that he knew would drive you over the edge at any moment.

“I’m going to take care of you just like I’m doing now. I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll never want to leave this bed. You won’t have to. Just - oh, god - just say the word and I’ll be at your beck and call. But right now, what I need you to do is cum for me, because--” 

His words broke off with a deep, feral moan before he collected himself enough to speak. “Because, my beautiful darling, I am getting so fucking close to cumming inside you, and I need to feel your needy little pussy take every drop I’m going to give it, do you understand me? I’m going to count down, and when I tell you to, you’re going to give me everything you’ve got, yeah?” 

You moaned and nodded, feeling thoroughly drunk and light-headed with pleasure. 

“Three…” 

You felt yourself tighten around him as his fingers sped up against your clit. 

“Two…” 

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, so close, so fucking close…

“One…”

It was so much, it was all too much, you couldn’t hold back for even a moment more…

“Fuck, yes, there you go, cum for me, angel, cum for me!” 

You cried out as your final orgasm of the night washed over you like a tidal wave, your throat feeling sore and raw, your body feeling electrified all over as shocks of pleasure coursed through every inch of you, inside and out. Martin had done the same as he came deep inside you, his voice rough as he moaned for you, panting hard, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he filled your cunt with his seed. 

After what felt like an eternity, you collapsed onto the bedsheets as you came down from your high, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Martin laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms, holding you close as he wrapped you both in a blanket. 

He pressed a kiss to your neck before resting his face against your shoulder, sighing contentedly. His arm was wrapped around you, his warm hand resting protectively against your lower stomach, right where you could still feel his cum inside you. 

“You’re incredible,” Martin sighed, his soft exhale tickling the shell of your ear. “You did so well for me, sweetheart, you were wonderful.”

“Yeah?” You gave him a sleepy smile as you settled yourself into his embrace, floating in the afterglow. 

“Mm-hmm,” he replied, and you felt him smile against the curve of your shoulder. “I can hardly wait until you start showing, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” He pulled you closer, playfully biting your neck as you giggled, then tilted his head upward to gently kiss your lips with a loving smile. 

“Let’s get some sleep now, sweet girl. I know you’re tired, and you’re gonna need plenty of rest soon, hmm?” 

You nodded, yawning and pulling the blanket tighter around the both of you before settling back into Martin’s warm embrace. 

He hummed quietly, contentedly, and you felt the sound vibrate in his chest. 

“Sleep well, my beautiful girl. I love you with all my heart.”

A/N: thank you so much for reading! if you have any other ideas, my requests are open, so ask away! and again, i've got another fic coming tomorrow, so be sure to check it out if you're interested. feel free to like, comment, rb, share, whatever you like :) love you all!

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