#ignore how rough this is its pretty lazy

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#them #Fnaf sb #my art #ignore how rough this is its pretty lazy #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf security breach #fnaf sundrop #fnaf sunny #fnaf moondrop

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Hey love! if you're still accepting requests, could I get an extremely wild, rough and feral nsfw Daemon x wife fem!reader please? (feel free to ignore and sorry if the request is weird, but I'm thirsty for this handsome fictional man who unfortunately doesn't exist)

Frost Bite

Daemon Targayen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were travelling back to home soil in anticipation of your wolf's heat cycle. Besides the fact that you could not stand the sound of your prince husband's breathing and the fact you were certain he would perish in the cold, there was one more reason why you did not want him to join you: the fact the heat was affecting you too.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Basically PWP, 5k+ SMUT T_T (non-con [daemon touches her while she's asleep], virgin!reader, she cries for various reasons, fingering, choking, biting, degradation kink, corruption kink, spitting, marking, edging, oral [fem receiving], breeding kink, cream pie), RIP feminism, opens with a wet dream, brief mentions of near death experience in a snow storm, dark!daemon (but imo its just canon daemon) fem!reader, wife!Reader, soft!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: YEAH MINORS DNI. LOL SO I was planning to write this for my part 2 of my Stark!Reader, but i got lazy and didn't want to create a whole plot leading up to the smut, so i removed it all together, which I guess worked out swell for you nonnie, since I was planning something absolutely unhinged. I hope you liked that fic of mine since you're basically getting a p3 of it So here's part 1, here's part 2, but you don't need to read any of them to understand, but i suggest you do for background cos lol this is PWP T_T Next part ig but its a blurb "✨Magic✨" OMG NEXT PART BUT ITS NOT A BLURB "Moon Cycle" Also nonnie, i wanted to tell you albeit asking for smut is pretty awkward HAHAHAH you gotta process these feelings somehow you know. i mean, we could have been criminals, like Daemon, instead but we're not, and that's what matters (unless you are a criminal in which case im closing my eyes) this gif of him is so large on pc but idc he's so hot MATT I WANT YOU SO BAD FUCK OFF if someone snitches to big brother again like in In Your Defense /: Idk if you want to be, but I'm tagging everyone I tagged in the previous fic, as well as the others that commented there SO HI THIS IS SMUT YOU CAN GO IF YOU WANT LOL HAHHAH @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog

I caught him. I caught him doing the very thing I dreaded to catch him do. The one thing I accused him of doing every night, though in my heart of hearts I wished he did not... not that I would ever admit it to his face. Because why would I? Admitting it would mean- "You want me," Daemon heaved against the neck of the woman beneath him. He cranes his neck up as he thrust into her, smirking, eyes dark, "you want this to be you," he pants as he stares at me, "don't you?" I am in my place, frozen, watching and hearing the woman come undone underneath my husband who kisses her tenderly. "Daemon," I whimper helplessly, teary eyed, "Daemon please." "Fuck off."

I jolt awake, sweat sheening my neck and chest. I turn to my bed, empty, because though Daemon insisted we sleep together and I could not fight him in his decision, he did not return to me until nigh dawn.

I wipe my face as I recall my intensifying dreams.

It seems my travels up North would come quicker than anticipated.

And as much as I wanted to tell him I told you so, oh to all the gods, how badly he deserved it, there was no time for me to gloat when Daemon did the very thing I warned him not to, fall into the icy river.

It was instantaneous. The cracking of the ice, the splashing of water, the scream that escaped me. Maybe I should have left him in the cave we kept Caraxes, who he insisted on bringing. But then again he would have insisted on joining me to the cabin, the way he insisted on joining me here up North in the first place.

And now I had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

It was sheer miracle that I got him out of the river without falling into it myself, sheer stupidity of me to rid him of his coat and offer him mine when the blistering snow storm was not relenting, and quite clearly the sheer will of the gods that both of us made it to the cabin... barely.

The moment we walked in, I shut the door and scrambled towards the fireplace. As my fingers shivered, I thought of Havoc, and how at least I know she would find mine and Daemon's corpses if ever we do not make it. I had sent her away when the storm came out of nowhere because we had to find cover for Caraxes, and she would not have been any of help to us if she were here with us anyway.

My poor pup. She would be heartbroken if she saw me frozen. And Caraxes...

I curse the flint, I curse the cold, I curse the gods, and I curse Daemon for every time I failed to light a fire. I thanked the Stranger for finally allowing me the mercy of my eventual success.

Once the fire was burning steady, I get on my feet and run to Daemon, hauling him over to the fire roughly in haste where he helpelessly kneels in front of. He could do nothing but shiver as I scramble to get some dry clothes and sheets for the both of us.

I yank him closer to the fire and begin to undress him.

Seeing as he is nothing but docile to my actions and how his skin was turning grey, I began to grow frantic, "you cannot fucking die, you prick!"

I rip his top off and quickly clothe him, "I did not go through all the trouble of marrying you for nothing. I refuse to be forced into another marriage because your stupid ass froze to death."

Daemon's shudder comes out in a thick condensation.

"Fuck," I whimper, as I struggle to get him out of his boots and breeches.

I shrivel up at the feel of his frozen fingers then brush against my arm and I shake my head rapidly, realizing there was no choice. The only way I can warm him quickly enough is if I share my own.

I strip him naked, pulling off the shirt I struggled to put on him as well, then wrap him in a fur blanket in the meantime. I then take off my own clothes and hiss at the nipping cold.

The fact Daemon does not even look at my naked form strikes a chord in me.

I straighten him up and fix the blankets on his legs and thighs before I sit on his lap. I press my bare chest against his and whimper at his dangerously concerning coldness.

He shivers against me as his face rests helplessly on my shoulder. His breath that hits my skin is not even hot.

"Remember, you're too fucking stubborn to die," I say as I wrap my legs around his torso and graciously place his fingers beneath my bottom.

His lack of warmth literally brings tears to my eyes.

I reach out for the other blanket and wrap it over myself, consequently Daemon, before I wrap my arms around him and breathe hotly against his face.

I rub his back, "will you allow irony to take you? The hot blooded prince defeated by the cold?"

He releases a shiver and moves his head. He mutters something, but his quaking body does not allow me to make sense of it.

"Do not waste your energy," I chide.

And so for a long moment, we stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing each other's heat. I do my best to warm him. I even nuzzle against him, the way Havoc did me, just so I could warm his stupid face.

Daemon finally finds it in him to lean against my touch, and when he does, he mutters under his breath, "irony-" shudder, "-would be if the- N-Northern princ-ces-s-ss died in the cold."

My face contorts and yet I cannot help but chuckle at him, glad he can sputter his nonsense again, "then I should make Caraxes burn you for your stupidity."

I shiver when I feel his icy lips kiss my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin when I feel the hot breath that follows. My hands rake up to his nape, where I then dig my fingers as I pull away.

"N-n-nno!" he stutters, hands coming around my hips to brace me tightly, "I ss-swear I'm not warm yet-t-t."

I pull back again though to face him when I said, "I only wanted to tell you," I lean my forehead against his face, "I fucking told you so, you stupid idiot."

I rest my face on his shoulder and close my eyes, knowing I would not be off him any time soon.

I dream about him. I dream about kissing his shivers away. I dream about pulling the fur blanket that separated our legs away, and riding him until he was warm.

I dream about how good he feels, and how he burns inside me. I dream about calling his name, unlike how I did in my other dreams. I was no longer calling out in betrayal, I was calling out in pleasure.

Daemon.

Daemon.

"Daemon," I trail off in a groan, willing my heavy eyelids open. I feel pressure building up inside me before I understand what's happening.

I not know how, but I am laid on a bed, head on a pillow, form still naked. Daemon is sat up beside me, peering down at me and his hands.

I whine.

His fingers-

"Oh fucking hell," he groans as his other hand begins to knead at my breasts, "you feels so good wrapped around my fingers, I-"

I cut him off with my squeak, hands flying to his arm, thighs closing shut, squeezing this hand in between my thighs.

"Daemon," the dazed quality of my voice is gone.

He tilts his head, face twisting, a challenge.

When I struggle and wrangle against him, all it takes is his hand on my throat to make me go still. I barely manage a choke and my breath continues to leave me as his fingers quicken their pace inside me.

He only releases me after I shake and shudder when I come.

It is overwhelming and nothing at all like I have dreamed or imagined, unlike all the times I've touched myself in secret. It was intense but there was a shame tied to it.

My entire body is hot and tears prick my eyes at his relentless ministrations.

"You were too fucking ready for that," Daemon mutters dryly as he quickly pulls away and shifts in his spot, "how long have you imagined fucking me, hmm?"

Before I even have the brain to do something, he crawls down the bed, "was it when you caught me touching myself to you?" He sinks down, grabbing my legs, "or have you done it before and withheld me of your sweet cunt for no fucking reason?"

All at once, he brings his face between my legs and begins to lick all the slickness off my pulsing core.

"DAEMON!" I scream, pressing my thighs close as I push myself up on my elbows, trying to break free of him.

He ignores me and forces my legs open even as I kick them in protest, "you will not deny me something you so clearly want yourself."

He grunts and pushes my legs down before grabbing my hands that were shoving him away, "you fucking bitch," he grips me tightly, "you will not find it in yourself to fight me off once I make a whore out of you."

I growl at his words, feeling my stomach drop along with my tears because of it.

I was realizing just how strong he really was, and how in moments where our arguments got a bit physical, he has probably holding back. The revelation of this does not cease my attempts at freeing myself, but it is as pointless as I feared.

Daemon rises up from his spot, nearing me, up until he is breathing against my cheek and rubbing his hardened length against my wetness.

I turn away from him, unable to really do anything else and shudder as he speaks, "you said it yourself, you did not go through all this trouble marrying me for nothing."

I screw my eyes shut, feeling tears fall, "Daemon."

He shushes me, pulling my arms up above my head, "you should not worry. I refuse to die now that I know of your lust."

I whimper as he rolls his hips against me, "still, the idea of someone claiming you- fuck-" he groans gutturally, "had I died..." he trails of in another groan, "someone else would have gotten my prize and it would have been all be your fault."

Daemon squeezes my wrist in one hand then grabs my jaw, forcing me to turn to him. I keep my eyes shut though as he heaves hotly, "I should utterly ruin every part of you so you can never have anyone but me. Though make no mistake, I would never let that happen as I so fucking breathe."

"Hypocrite," I scoff.

He laughs and I tense at the feeling of his vibrations, "she speaks."

I dare to look at him as I pant, "you do not desire me. You're just a spoiled brat who merely wants to wet his cock, just like how you do every night."

"Oh," he groans, "is this jealousy I hear?" He squeezes my cheeks, "is my pretty whore jealous that she is not the only one?"

"Fuck you!" I manage out though muffled.

Daemon laughs at the feel of tears rushing down his fingers, "do not cry, foolish wife. I'll have you know I have not wet my cock ever since I called out your name when I fucked someone else before our wedding day."

He releases my face. I attempt to even out my breath.

"I hadn't even realized until she asked me who-"

"And you think you deserve an award for that?!" I quip through my heavy breathing.

He lets out a laugh that makes me whimper, "I think you ought to know that mine own want for you has made everyone else undesirable," he licks my cheek, making me pull my head away from him, "I have been so pent up in want and for what? Because you're too bull headed to allow me anything other than my lonely hand?"

I try to wrangle out of his grip again, and he presses his whole body on me in response, "it's quite adorable that you still have it in you act like you didn't just call my name out loud while you dreamt of fucking me."

He rubs his nose against my jaw, "you wanna know how I know?"

"Fuck off-"

"You were rutting against me like a hussy," he sighs, "by the gods, had I known you were so wanton at night, I would have never granted you the insult of sleeping alone."

I could feel myself burn hotter with each word that leaves his lips despite myself. I did not want him to catch me like this, but there was no use; I was already caught.

As Daemon rocks his hips on mine, he hisses, undoubtedly feeling how much wetter I had gotten was beneath him.

"Fuck," he trails off, "here's what going to happen," he whispers, rutting against me rougher.

I cannot for the life of me withhold my whimper.

He chuckles as he presses his face against mine, "I'm going to make you come with my tongue and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

"Daemon, please stop-"

"Your heartbeat against my cock and how fucking wet you are disagrees with your protest, little liar," he croons. He lifts his head, then leans his forehead against mine, "don't worry, my little virgin, you will not cry because it hurts, you will cry because you'll want it so bad that it hurts."

"Daemon-"

"You will not refuse me," he whispers, though it is anything but sweet, "not when there is not a sliver of doubt in my mind that you want this too."

He brings his hands to my neck again and I wait for his grip to tighten, but it does not, "now say it."

I look up at him as my breathing quickens.

"Yield," he commands, breathing heavily all of a sudden.

I look up at him feeling my belly swirl in ways I could not ever explain.

"Admit to both our ears that you burn for me just as I have been fucking burning for you."

I yelp when he puts pressure on my throat then releases it.

"Say it," he barks.

"I-"

"Say you want me," he says softer this time.

I am disarmed by his quick change in tone and a shiver leaves me as the cold finds its way to my belly as he pulls away. Daemon releases my hands then begins to crawl down. His eyes are fixed on my as he mutters once more, "say it."

I shudder as he presses my thighs against his cheeks then whispers, almost begging, "say it."

I turn away from him and close my eyes, awaiting his next actions, for it was not like I could stop him if I refuse.

"Say it," he urges louder, "you know you want to."

I clench my jaw, "just do what you want and be done with it."

He growls, and goosebumps form on my skin when I feel him bite at the inner most part of my thigh. I grip at the sheets at the feel of teeth and tongue. I bite my lips tightly to keep myself from making any noise.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Daemon mutters.

I yelp and look down at him when his finger strokes my core.

His eyes are dark as he airily chuckles at my reaction, "after all I have given you my name, my Targaryen queen. You are no longer your own, you are forever mine."

I watch him as he lifts his head up and kisses my sopping heat. I flinch when he nips at me, drawing my nub out with his teeth. He lifts his head as he releases my flesh. His chin is glistening with my slick as he says, "I want you."

My breath leaves me when he says this.

"And I know you want me too, but I have to-- I need you to say it." He repositions himself in my thighs, "you are after all married to maniac," he breathes against me, "now, say it."

He shakes my thighs, "SAY IT!"

"I want you," I snap, "Daemon, I-" a loud cry rips out of me before I can even continue.

The sound of him lapping his tongue on me, eating me out as if I was his final meal, was somehow louder than my cries. I cannot help but so violently react to him as he devours me. He forces me still in his grip and fights off the movement of my thighs with his face.

It seems as though my admittance has reduced me into nothing but needy sounds.

Without another thought, my hands reach down at him and dig into his silver hair. I arch my back and pull at him when his tongue flicks into me.

"Fucking slut," he mutters, squeezing my thighs as he pulls me apart.

I scream out his name as he digs his face deeper into me. I lift my head up when he pulls away to laugh, "look at you, rutting against me like the needy whore you are."

I don't have time to find offence in his words because I still, not even realizing I was in fact moving my hips against him. He laughs as he continues his work, leaving me no time to feel embarrassment and only hot pleasure.

He is fucking good at what he does. He's so fucking good that my mind wanders where it should not. How much practice has he gotten to be this good? It is precisely because of this that I finally break, "all for you, Daemon," I grab his cheeks, "all for you-- all mine."

I do not see how his eyes dart up to me for I then throw my head back and whine. I feel myself come close to my undoing, "fuck, Daemon, don't stop."

I shriek when I bites me.

Just as I am inching so close, all at once, he pulls away from me.

I pant and stiffen as I hear and feel him spit on me. Much like all other moments, I do not have time to react. When I turn to him, he grabs my legs and shoves me to my side.

I begin to panic when he rises to his knees.

"I'll be fucking damned if I don't make you come on my cock right now," he grunts, making my eyes drop down to the very thing, erect, hard, and angry.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he blurts, though he doesn't give me much of a chance to as he drags me up into the position he wants me by my hips.

I haven't even propped myself up on my arms yet when he unceremoniously begins to pound into me.

I am certain if anyone could hear us in the middle of this storm, they would think I was mad, or worse, being tortured.

"I'm going to breed that prurient wolf in you, just as I'm sure your wolf, Havoc, is being bred right now."

I growl at the idea and feel my belly tighten at his words.

Daemon groans before he chuckles, "that's it, isn't it?"

His relentless thrusts begin to grow sloppy. Suddenly, he yanks me by my hair and lifts me up. His other hand slaps to my throat to offer painful support as he pulls me up against him.

I choke on my spit when my form presses against him with difficulty. He sinks down on his knees, my core wrapped around his length as he shifts me in a snug position atop him.

His hands make their way to my breasts to roughly grope them. His teeth sink down on my shoulder.

I release a wild sound as my own hands come on top of his. I am left moaning at how his mouth sinks into my skin.

Daemon makes sure to suck hard before pulling away. For a moment he catches his breath before speaking, "you did not want me here because you are affected by your wolf's heat, aren't you."

The way I begin to slowly bounce on top of him is enough of an answer to him.

He laughs as his hands depart from my tender breasts, one going down to my sensitive nub, the other sealing my throat again, "you are a fucking selfish bitch for keeping your cunt from me."

My breathing becomes arduous when he tightens his grip around me.

"You would have preferred to touch yourself to the thought of me?" he questions as he rubs on my sensitive nub.

"Daemon," I gasp, pushing my head back as his lips latch on my neck again.

He ceases the moment of his fingers as he finishes grazing on my skin. "Yes, my pretty whore?" he mutters in between his kisses, "what do you want, hmm?"

My breathing strains when his hand tightens around my throat more. I catch my breath when he releases his grip to push my hair off to the side, "tell me what you want me to do to you."

I call out his name. He calls out mine.

I find myself grabbing his hands as I moan out, "I want you to fuck me."

Without another word, I am thrown down to the bed. The only reason I'm still on him is because of his hands that latch on my hips.

I am nothing against his strength. He handles me like a ragdoll, fucking me with absolutely no regard and nothing else in mind.

I make sounds that mean nothing. His name is polluted by my whimpers and cries that you cannot make head or tail of.

I would not last any longer with how he was handling me, even if I wanted to, even if I tried.

"That's it my easy bitch," he pants, "come around me like the needy whore you are."

"Daemon-"

"Your eager cunt will take my seed well when I fill you up," his one hand leaves my hip and rips my head back by my hair again, "don't you think, pretty wife?"

"Yes," I reply without thinking, "yes, yes, yes, yes-"

"And you will give me your pups," he mutters, "bare my dragons, like a dutiful wife will you not?"

My only response is my body breaking orgasm. I shiver beneath him, falling powerless as I scream his name and crumble, absolutely boneless.

Daemon lets out a string of curses as he milks out my reaction for all he's got.

He does not waver once bit and it maddeningly delicious.

My voice hikes up when I feel him release inside me not too late after.

"Fucking come slut," he barks as he snaps his hips in me, "take it all just like that."

I bury my screams in the cushions he presses on, unrelenting. When he finally does grow sloppy, I take a moment to catch my breath and relish the feel of him.

I whimper when he pulls away and slaps my ass.

"The absolute mess you've made of yourself," he coos, as he rubs the skin he slapped.

I can feel myself leaking, I can feel it all over my legs, on the sheets, and I could practically feel his pleased smile as he watches the lewd display. I could not bring myself to care at all though, not when my legs begin to fall.

I squeak when Daemon rearranges me on the bed. He is not at all as rough as he was with me a while ago, but his strength and my lack thereof does not really allow him to be gentle.

He falls onto the side of the bed next to me and gathers me into his chest. When I roll over to him, I groan at the feeling of my wet thighs pressing together.

"Do not make issue of that," Daemon says as he watches me squirm. He pulls me close to him, arm over my shoulders. His other hand hooks behind my knee, dragging me atop him. I whimper and push my hand on his chest when I feel core empty out on his thigh.

He does not allow me to pull away and I turn to him because of this. Daemon forces me close against him, "are you so haughty over my come that you cannot bare the thought of it-"

"But it's getting everywhere," I start off loudly but end with a whisper.

Daemon's nostrils flare as he shakes his head, "I should sure hope so."

I feel my cheeks burn and so I decide to hide my face in his chest.

His laughter intensifies, and I do not enjoy how my head bounces on his ribcage because of it.

"Oh meekness suits you well, my dear."

I weakly mumble, "fuck off."

His amusement continues as he rubs my arms, "you mean, 'I want you to fuck me, Daemon.' "

"I did not say it like that!" I quip, lifting my head as I turn to him, finally making him cease his stupid laughter. The sight of his stupid smug face still glimmering in slick renders me frozen.

Suddenly I am aware of how cold the room still was.

"Pray tell, how did you say it?" he hums, pushing hair behind my ear.

I furrow my brows and press my cheek on his chest again, admitting lowly, "I didn't say your name at the end."

"My," he draws shapeless figures on my skin, "I'm glad to know the moment is burned in your very being."

"Fuck off," I mutter under my breath, scratching my eye. It dawns onto me that my face was equally as wet as Daemon's. Heat rises up my face again when I realize I really did cry because of how good he felt.

"Don't fret," he sighs, "there is a reason why you should not worry yourself about how your pretty cunt is leaking blood and come. I shall fuc-"

I turn to him in concern and push myself up.

Daemon furrows his brows and shakes his head, "it is normal," he soothes, grabbing my cheek, "or did you just forget your maidenhood was still intact after imagining fucking me?"

I am suddenly aware how real everything was. My husband has finally gotten me to consummate our marriage and all his talk of me bearing his seed could may well come true. My chest begins to constrict as my mind floods with endless scenarios.

"Well, if you start frowning like that, I might actually feel bad," Daemon mutters, lifting himself up on his elbows, "what's wrong?"

I look at his concerned expression and find myself speaking before I realize, "did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" he clarifies quickly.

"That you want me," I quip just as fast.

He stares at me for a moment, as if he was taken aback or measuring the truthfulness in my voice. When a prolonged moment passes between us, he realizes I was serious.

"Fuck," he drops his head back, "it must be exhausting to be a woman with your overthinking."

"Well, pardon me for not-"

"You are pardoned," he blurts, making me whimper when he suddenly flips us over.

I am beneath him again. He does nothing but press his weight on me, but I struggle beneath him, not enjoying the idea of remaining in an uncomfortable position.

He misreads my intentions and hinders me from moving, as he wraps his arms around me, "I just told I want you, that I burn for you, that I want you to mother my children. Do you honestly think I am one to say that to anyone?"

I gulp as he shifts to nestle his face in the crook of my neck, "I..." he breathes against my skin. He does not continue as he opts to kiss my neck instead.

When I move to wrap my own arms around him, he speaks again, "I am at your mercy. You saved me from freezing to death when you could have easily decided to rid of me."

I press my cheek against him and begin to comb through the long hair on his back, "I was serious about my distaste to remarry."

"Well, you will not," he quickly retorts, "you will have me until the end."

I bring my legs around him as I release a sigh, "consider me overjoyed by the thought."

He chuckles as he shifts, "you do not sound-"

"I did not want to admit it," I cut him off, "but I think I..." I turn to him as he lifts his head, "I think I... care for you, Daemon... I-"

"Love you," he finishes, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

And for the first time since our nuptials, he kisses me. He kisses me not because he has to, not for the sake of showing everyone present, but because he wanted to, for the sake of showing me.

He is nothing but warmth, nothing but fire, nothing but him. Daemon is not sweet, but in this moment he put even honey to shame.

He begins to stir on top me, though he makes sure his lips do not leave mine. It is because of my moan that we are broken apart, the moan that leaves me when I feel him slip inside me.

"Daemon-"

"You know how I fuck," he sighs, rubbing his nose against mine, "but now we'll both know how I make love."

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[copperbadge]

Hi! I suspect this question may sound sarcastic or asshole-ish, but I promise it's sincere. And I realize that you're not a doctor, so feel free to ignore or tell me to DMOR, but you seem to have looked into this pretty extensively, so I thought you might have some thoughts. If you take ADHD meds and they work (that is, you don't feel any different but you can actually Do Things, which maybe gives you really positive feelings, which is not how you usually feel about yourself), how do you know that it's actually ADHD and not that normally you're just lazy, but now you took meth and you're hyper and euphoric or whatever it is that it does to non-ADHD people? Asking for a friend.

I...hm, layers to this one. First, thank you for offering a tone note because on the one hand, without it I definitely would have felt a bit hostile, but on the other hand it's very difficult to ask a question like this without sounding like you're trying to get a rise, when you really are just trying to get information. I'd struggle with that too. So thank you! I believe you are in earnest :)

I'm going to try to dig through this by levels rather than go through the question chronologically, that might cause the least amount of confusion and crosstalk. This is going to get long and quite rough and I’m going to address a lot of tender subjects including drug use, addiction, and self-esteem issues, so please read with care for yourselves. 

(I’ve tried to add in bolded topic headers so if you have ADHD and get bored of reading about one thing you can skip to the next!) 

So to start with -- and this isn’t particularly satisfying as an answer, but well...I know I have ADHD because I’ve been evaluated for it, twice now, and the doctors said I did. 

I fit a lot of the classic symptoms on the usual checklists, and while I’m smart enough to game those checklists, I tried to answer as honestly as I could. I wasn’t especially interested in getting Adderall for its intoxicant properties, since I’ve got plenty of access to other, arguably much easier to obtain intoxicants. I also, because I know myself to be someone who enjoys gaming tests for the game’s sake, made sure that at least one of the evaluations had cognitive tests that were harder to fuck with, like tangrams and memory tests and such. On the very top level, I know I’m medicating my ADHD because the tests say I have ADHD. 

But say we don’t trust the tests, or say I’m not as honest as I claim. On the next level down, but still quite near the surface, let's talk about "how do you know you're medicated and not high?" 

I've been in several kinds of altered state -- concussed, runner's high, stoned on weed or opiates, drunk -- and very occasionally I’ve been around people on coke or meth, though I’ve never done those myself. It's usually not difficult to tell that you are not functional on a normal level. It's difficult to describe how to someone who hasn’t experienced it, but for me being in an altered state like that is very evident. The first time I got a runner's high I was absolutely terrified because I knew something was wrong with me cognitively, but not why it had happened. When I woke up concussed, I knew immediately that something was wrong, but it was all I could do to get dressed and go across the street to a clinic, I was so fucked up. If you’re in an altered state and suddenly need to do something complicated, you're aware you would very much like not to be in that state anymore.

I've described Adderall as being like the most functional high you've ever had, but there are differences. If I've had, say, a weed edible, I feel calmer and happier and I'm also aware I'm stupid. I'm impaired and I can tell that. If I've taken an Adderall, I feel calmer and happier but not nearly to the same level, and there's no impairment to my intellect. Part of the calm is that if I think of something I need to do, I can immediately get up and do it, competently -- or I can decide not to. I control my impulses and actions. With street meth -- which I should note is much, much more potent than a low-dose Adderall -- compulsive behavior and lack of control are much more evident. Even if you are getting a lot done while on meth, you’re not necessarily in control of what, or how many times you have to do it to get it right. I'm told this is also often how people who don't have ADHD react to Adderall -- they’re not efficient as much as they are manic, particularly at stronger doses, which is why a) a good test of “do I have ADHD” is “How do I react to Adderall” and b) they start you on a super low dose.

When my psychiatrist and I meet to discuss how the medication is going, he asks me stuff like, do you feel you're in control of yourself? Are you having hallucinations? Do you find yourself craving a dose even when you know it would be detrimental? Do you feel your performance at work has improved, remained the same, or fallen? Do you find yourself able to focus but not able to control what you focus on?

On Adderall I do feel like I'm in control of myself, I do better work, and while I'm still learning to aim that focus, I am capable of doing so. I don't take it after 1pm because I know that'll fuck up my sleep schedule, and truthfully I don't want to. The one time I’ve taken Adderall after 3pm was because I was going to an art museum and I wanted to see how that would alter my experience, being able to focus more fully on the art and the person I was going with. And while I did have a great time, I wouldn’t make a habit of either taking the drug late in the day or taking it purely so I could have An Experience while on it. It’s fine, it’s fun, but it’s not so much fun I’m willing to mess with my sleep over it. 

I also have zero desire to drink (for the best, given alcohol and stimulants are a no-no) and a much decreased desire to get high. I don't need to self-medicate because I am actually medicated. I wasn't doing a shitload of self-medication before, but I was undoubtedly doing some, and more during the pandemic, and I can see how it would have become unhealthy had I continued. Do I still occasionally take an edible in the evening to unwind? Yes. Do I do it at the level I was doing it earlier this year? Fuck no. And I take half the amount I used to when I do, making sure I’m doing it well after any Adderall has worn off.

The question of "medicated or high" can still be a little difficult. What I said above is also what a lot of addicts say. They believe they are in control, they are better when they're on their intoxicant of choice, etc etc. "I can stop anytime I want" is like, the number one way to quietly tell someone that you, in fact, can't. Addiction's simplest definition is "loss of control over behavior" and addicts will do a lot to convince you that they haven't lost control over their behavior. (For more on this, Caustic Soda has a great episode about addiction in which Dr. Rob discusses how addiction and physical dependence differ.) All I can really say in response to this is that Adderall improves my quality of life in ways external to my emotional state -- yes, it helps emotionally, but that’s small potatoes compared to say, weed or opioids (opioids -- now there’s a drug I could get into trouble over) and weed’s way easier to get these days than Adderall. Weed does not, however, help me cook healthful meals and clean the bathroom. Adderall does.

So let's talk about the deepest part of this -- "How do you know you're not just lazy?"

Increasingly we are coming to an understanding of human behavior that informs us that laziness doesn't exist. What we think of as laziness can be caused by a number of factors: failure of executive function, fear of failure, exhaustion, avoidance of the unpleasant. Humans want to experience pleasure, it's a fairly strong primal drive, and we do not experience pleasure purely through inaction. If you should be doing something but aren't, that's not pleasurable, it’s stressful and boring. Lots of people will tell you “I fucking love to sleep, sleep is the best thing” and I’m sure they truly feel that way, but it’s not because they’re lazy, it’s because they have a sleep debt they’re banking against or paying back. There’s a lot of debate about laziness right now, but even as I refer to myself as one of the laziest people on the planet, I know laziness doesn’t exist in the way we conceive of it. When I call myself lazy, I’m using it as shorthand to say “I will find the most low-energy way to achieve something.” Because I am tired, because I have ADHD. (And also because I’m not twenty anymore.)

With exquisite timing, @thebibliosphere has very recently written an essay on this situation called “But You’re So Successful Without It”. Joy can’t take any of the medications available for ADHD, and the essay talks about what it feels like to have ADHD and to burn out because of it, which is where I was about to hit earlier this year. There is no way to call Joy lazy and absolutely no way to hear what she has to say and think that she would choose to go through what she has if she had an alternative. Nobody with any compassion would force her to. 

And here’s how I know I am not actually lazy: like Joy, I want to be doing the thing. If I need to do dishes and laundry so I’m not eating with my hands and wearing smelly clothing, but I’m not doing them, that’s not laziness. I know that my life is less pleasurable, indeed very unpleasant, if I don’t do those things. If I’m still incapable of doing them, it’s not because I Don’t Wanna. It’s because I am too tired, because I don’t feel like I can deal with unpleasant sensations on top of forcing myself to do something, or because my executive function isn’t functioning. If you aren’t doing something you should be doing, there’s usually a reason beyond “I’m just lazy” and it’s helpful, in breaking out of the mindset of “I’m a lazy (and therefore bad) person”, to ask yourself why. 

If there’s a reason you’re not doing it, even if that reason is simply “I’m so tired”, then you’re not lazy. You’re tired. If it’s because it’s unpleasant, then you’re not lazy, you’re avoiding pain. If you want to and just simply can’t, you’re dealing with a loss of executive function. 

Sometimes there are nonmedical workarounds. I wear gloves to do the dishes, I bought a cordless stick vac so my back wouldn’t hurt because I was constantly holding the vacuum cord in one hand, I blast podcasts when I’m doing something boring so my mind is elsewhere. I used to run at 3am because at any other time I was too fucking tired and I hate being out in public around strangers.

But, well, the best workaround for wonky executive function for me is Adderall. It’s not for everyone, it’s not an option for some, but for me it is one more tool -- admittedly a pretty spectacular one -- to manage a difficult life. 

All that said, the idea of being a Bad Person for Not Doing A Thing is a knot that it takes a long time to unpick. It is very freeing, and certainly less stressful, to both acknowledge that some things are beyond us, and receive help that brings them back into the realm of our ability to do. But it’s a process, and nobody can hustle anyone down that path faster than they are capable of going. So, all I can do is offer my personal experience. 

Even if this shit does kill me eventually, I’d rather have thirty more years where I am the person I’ve been in the last two months, than have fifty more years where I am the person I was in 2021. And even if I eventually have to go off it, what I’ve learned will help me not to hurt myself for something beyond my control. 

#sam has adhd #adderall #drug use #addiction #self-esteem

[meowzfordayz]

as if

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: alcohol

Emergency Request Fulfilled: This year, especially this summer has been really rough and the past few days, it's kind of caught up and I've been feeling very down  and lost kind of neglected. I was wondering if you could write a drabble or something for demon slayer with a reader that has been feeling that way and with some agnst and comfort with Giyuu, Sanemi or Tengen and (if you write for him, idr if you do 😅) Ubuyashiki. Preferably romantic but platonic is fine too.

“Feeling low?”

His voice catches you off guard; an almost lyrical inflection coated by familiar gruffness, the cold bite of winter numbing his intended concern to a flat tone.

“Yeah,” you mutter, refusing to meet his lilac stare, “Something like that.”

He strides closer, bodily presence impossible to ignore. You’re certain if you glanced up that his shirt would be undone — despite the chill in the sparsely crowded tavern.

“Y’know, it isn’t healthy to mull over death alone.”

“So how do you spend your time in between missions, Shinazugawa-san?” you retort softly, waving an uninterested hand in his direction, “By all means, enlighten me.”

Laughing coolly, Sanemi drags out the chair beside you, sitting lazy and spread in its wooden seat, hazy threads of burnt jasmine and damp earth wafting toward you.

“I train. I bathe. I check in on my fellow slayers.”

Snorting lightly, you finally fix a dithering expression on his earnest gaze, nearly swallowing your quip at the faint glow in his eyes, “Ah, well, good to know you care about your personal hygiene.”

Blinking slowly, his brow furrows, arms crossing over the bareness of his chest, “You believe me?”

“Believe what?” you scoff amusedly, “I’ve never known you to justify yourself to anyone.”

Scowling, his arms cross tighter, skin aching with fatigue, “Your approval doesn’t matter to me.”

You shrug, “Okay.”

You return to your tokkuri, sake still warm as you pour yourself another cup, its sharp scent stinging your nose when you take a slow, pointed sip.

Thud.

A matching cup slams ungracefully onto the counter, taunting air thickening around you as you glare at the scarred fingers beckoning slyly. With a long exhale, you fill his cup.

“Just making small talk,” he murmurs, saccharine and smug, “I appreciate your generosity.”

“You’re terrible,” you huff, hastily downing another cup, noting the abrupt loss of weight in the tokkuri with dismay, “Shinazugawa-san, I didn’t think you drank.”

Cup pinched between his thumb and index fingertips, Sanemi sniffs carefully, face scrunching at the clean tang of fermentation. He sets the cup aside, humming in agreement.

You snap, mouth twisting frustrated and impatient, voice hushed and scathing, “Why harass me into sharing with you if you’re not even going to try it?”

“Someone died,” he replies blandly, cup lifted and tilted, alcohol gone in a single, smooth movement, “On my watch.”

Unimpressed, you resist the urge to kick the leg of his chair, knowing he’d likely block and consequently injure you instead, “So you sought out the nearest slayer to console yourself?”

“I’m not the consoling type.”

And then he touches your wrist.

It’s a fleeting, mindless gesture, and yet it extends on for forever, overflowing with consideration and contemplation, never thoughtless because it’s him. It’s Shinazugawa-san—unapproachable, distant, angry—Shinazugawa Sanemi. He doesn’t acknowledge his proximity, bumping demandingly against the back of your hand, this time reaching for the tokkuri.

“Distract?” you squeak, overly conscious of how clear your quickening pulse must sound.

“Mhm,” he nods, hoping you’re fixated enough on your own nerves to miss how delicately his are fraying too.

“You can be pretty cruel,” you sniff, dizzying chewiness in your head making it harder and harder to forget the calloused graze of his clammy heat, “Buy me a drink?”

“Whatever.”

He laughs—an abrupt, staccato laugh—nonchalantly ordering another round of your sake, all too aware of the tenderness melting the stiffness from your attention. Of the discomforting pressure in his sternum when you grin triumphantly. As if I didn’t let you win.

As if you could ever lose.

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #drabble #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[moxfirefly]

Hello hello ma’am! May I get some really raunchy, rough sex with reader x Donnie? Perhaps some sexual frustration or tension that just has to be unleashed. And then some soft soothing cunniligus for after care? Do your filthiest my dear. I love your work!! 💜💜💜💜

When am I not in the mood for this guy. Alright let’s do this, been a hot minute.

Goes without saying,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There was never a proper way to explain what this felt like. Being with him so intimately, all the in’s and out’s of a night spent with Donnie could warrant a long long talk.

Never a dull moment, that could surmise it best.

All train of thought sort off barreled to a halt when his mouth found your hip and teeth sank into the flesh there. It was a mixture of a tickle and arousal that spot.

To say he had been at it for hours was an understatement. It at least felt like an eternity, he had that tendency to keep going and going until you were an incomprehensible mess of words. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary when he gripped the underside of your knees and pushed them up and against you. He wanted leverage, wanted you open and willing for him. That smacking of his hips mixed with sweat and all sorts of fluids were just enough to show how long this had been going for.

Donnie wasn’t through just yet, he needed to at least pull one more orgasm from you to feel fully satisfied himself. Oversensitivity had already hit and that dull ache mixed with the pleasure was doing wonders to you. Each moan, each slam, each time you said his name, it urged him on. You felt his hand wrap it self around your throat, his thumb caressing up and down before he gently but purposefully squeezed enough to make you clench around him. “You like that so much, don’t you?” It was teasing, of course he was teasing, he was riding the high of what he was doing to you. Something close to nodding was all you could manage and that along rewarded you with another squeeze before he leaned down to capture you in a kiss. He peppered those kisses around your jaw afterwards, that gentleness he possessed always showed up even in these types of sessions.

But back to matters at hand, he had to of course resume his original plan of leaving you spent.

Those hips of his slammed and they slapped against your own and the lull of his kisses left. Your eyes glues themselves to where you were both joined, and that seem to only rile him up even more. “Yesss, keep looking, want you to watch what I do to you, see how pretty of a mess I make in you” He leaned back to offer more space for said view, held your legs apart by the thighs and made quite the show of pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

Words weren’t even something you could consider, there was simply no way of you managing anything that wasn’t a combination of a wail with his name attached to it. “Keep watching, keep watching how I fuck you” Oh, oh Christ there was no way you could cum again but he was clearly about to prove you wrong. That very thumb that had been caressing your throat not too long ago had found itself on your oversensitive clit and Donnie of course decided to rub those treacherous slow circles that always got you. Your breath caught and he couldn’t help but smirk. He was angling his hips and that particular spot that killed you was being touched.

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened and whatever else inhabited your mind was eliminated. It was sudden and such a rush, your thighs cramped up and Donnie didn’t stop thrusting until he was sure you rode through your release in its entirety. The squeeze around his cock made his eyes roll back, it was imposible to ignore each tremor that pulled him and inevitably made him cum deep within you. With a few lazy thrusts he pulled out just a little to see the last of his cum leave in small spurts on you.

What was air anyways? You knew you needed it to come back into your lung but right about now it was proving quite hard in doing so. Donnie’s large hands kneaded your hips, soothing some of the stiffness but quickly you noticed the shift in the bed.

He was sliding down.

Throwing a leg over his shell.

“I-ohmyfuckinggod” Your toes curled, more overstimulation hitting you as Donnie began to lick your folds. He lovingly lapped at your combined mess, groaning with each stroke of his tongue.

Your hands flew to his head, a hand finding his shell to which to gently smacked. “I’m gonna fucking faint, Don please” Your voice was small and shaky but thankfully he understood you had reach your limit. A few final licks had him resting his cheek on your thigh. The warmth of his breathing hitting you, he drew circles on the skin and smiled sleepily when he felt your fingers rubbing the top of his head.

Against the flesh of your thigh he mumbled he loved you.

Somewhere between exhaustion and sleep grabbing you, you told him you loved him too.

#ask #raisin-shell #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt donatello x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #requested oneshot #smut #Donatello #Donnie

[merci-bitch]

Ain’t Nothin’ But A Player

NSFW Alphabet

Mavis Gary

So this has been on my mind for ages, and I finally got around to do it. As for many of the other things in my drafts and inbox, I am working as quickly as a can do get them all finished! Many of them are quite similar so I will try to murge them together. Thank you all for being patient, and showing lots of support <33

Not my gif!

Warning(s): NSFW obv

Taglist: @slutfortasha

- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Well, Mavis doesn’t care for it. She usaually just goes to sleep afterwards. Perhaps she uses the bathroom and drinks a glass of water but I don’t think she cares that much about it. 

- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She’s obsessed with everything that is you. She doesn’t want anyone else too look at what’s hers. 

- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Loves filthy kisses after she’d sat on your face. 

- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She’s someone who would risk getting caught by fucking very publicly. In a public bathroom? In a resturant? You name it. 

- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows basic sex, pretty sure she has watched porn as well. She knows what she’s doing. 

- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes to sit on your face. Loves to have you above her so she can scratch at your back. Loves to bite the skin of your shoulders.

- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I think she would be serious or meh. Not like stone cold serious but if she would laugh it would be a teasing slutry laugh. 

- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She’s well trimmed. Almost completely bare. 

- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It’s Mavis we’re talking about. You’re the one remembering birthdays and anniversaries. She doesn’t remember anything. Perhaps if she’s feeling very frisky, she’d dress up in nice lingerie one night, a rose in her mouth before pushing you onto the bed. 

- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She obvs does it. Girl is desperate sometimes. Doesn’t matter if you’re in the other room. She’s too lazy to ask so she just does it. She’s not embarrassed by it. 

- Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Girl got a few,

Praise kink, spanking, choking, top/bottom, perhaps a little bdsm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, exhibitionism, roleplaying?

- Location (Favourite places to do the do)

She prefers her own bedroom, away from watching eyes. No one else than her is allowed to see you like this. You are hers. She doesn’t share. But that doesn’t stop her from liking the thrill of doing it public. 

- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

She’s a bit possessive, so if you are out for exampel. And someone looks at you the wrong way or talks to you so much that you don’t give her enough attention she will go pouty and wrap an arm around you, leave small kisses on your jaw and down your throat. She wants all of your attention at all times. 

She’s very good looking, and Mavis knows this. Despite her mental illness, she sometimes finds the energy to dress up and tease you a little extra. Loves when you shower her in attention. She sometimes pretends to ignore you during these situations. 

She can make you feel like mush inside by just giving you a certain look. Show a little leg and its on.

- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you. It’s a no go. 

- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She’s not really a pillow princess like Charlotte is, but she’s loves when you go down on her. She’s a bottom. But she doesn’t mind going down on you. Just prefers you doing down on her. She says you have a very good tongue. 

- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on her mood, but it’s usally in between both rough and gentle. 

- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Well, it could happen. She’s got a high sex drive, but she sometimes doesn’t feel in the mood despite it. 

- Risks (game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Mavis is a risk taker in general. 

- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She can last for a while, it uasually ends with the both of you dead asleep, nearly lying on top of each other. 

- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She has a few, but not many. Perhaps a few usual things like a vibrator and such.

- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mavis is a tease. If she’s in the mood to tease, oh boy. Good luck soldier. 

- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mavis isn’t really a screamer but she can be very loud. She doesn’t do so well in public places. You often stuff her mouth with her own underwear. She LOVES it. 

- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Mavis is wild, insane. Perhaps she’d end up choking you a little hard, making you pash out. She would cry about it. Sometimes her mood changes really fast. She could be moaning one minute and crying the next. 

Perhaps this is a more soft headcanon, but I think she’d actually be grateful for when you comfort her from one of her fits. She often feels like she’s hit rock bottom, and you’re there to lift her up. She won’t really say ‘thank you’ or ‘I love you’ but she is grateful deep inside. She’s not the biggest in hugs and kisses but in those moments she will let you hold her. 

- X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Normal underwear, if she even bothers in the first place. If it’s one of those nights where she’s in a good mood, she would perhaos wear black lace. 

- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s high, but she doesn’t always have the energy to do anything about it. Poor baby :((

- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She falls asleep rather quick and could easily sleep the whole day away. 

#young adult #mavis gary x reader

[cinmngirlnfr]

Reese Wilkerson NSFW Alphabet

TW: Kind of explicit

Shout out to @agaypanic because i love her and this was very inspired by her. (If you want Reese Wilkerson Content, she has a lot of it)

A = Aftercare

I feel like he is super clingy, Idk. He kinda gives little spoon vibes. I feel like the first few times he tried to seem super cool and unbothered, like "Yeah, we had sex, so what?" but then, when he gained confidence, he became the most touch starved creature on earth.

B = Body Part

I mean, he is a teen after all, i don't think he has an specific part of your body that turns him off, But I think he always is going to be a boob guy (bc, everybody loves boobs). If you don't have boobs (For all the not Fem readers out there) Butt is defenetly second on the list. But he will take anything, boobs, legs, butt, waist, shoulders, he loves it all.

His favorite part of his body would be his arms of torso, because of the muscles (he is such a babe). Bunus, I don't know if hair counts as a body part, but he defenetly loves his hair.

C = Cum

Well, use protection kids. Reese is kinda dumb, but even he knows he has to use condoms... duh! But i think that when it comes to oral sex, or when he is a 100% porcent sure you are not ovulating (Or if you don't ovulate at all), he will be down for creampies... (lol, I don't really like the word creampie but is better than any other way to call it, idk, semen fest?)

D = Dirty Secret

I feel like if you guys have been dating for a while he will tell you everything, i don't think he would be very secretive about this things with a long term partner. But if you guys are friends or just started dating, i think his fantasies would be a little secret he keeps to himself... Very dirty fantasies, in all kind of positions, places, and embarrasing ways... Sometimes they are so kinky that he himself is like "Tf, i'm thinking about". I also think he watches a lot of porn (well, i don't think so, is kinda canon) So sometimes he will be watching it and thinking "Huh, that seems pretty doable".

E = Expirience

A part of me thinks he has a lot of expirience, and the other thinks he is a total virgin. There is no middle ground. No, but let's be real, I feel like canon Reese probably had sex a few times, but not too much.

F = Favorite Position

Cowgirl, because is the best position to grab boobs or ass... also because he doesn't need to try really hard... I also feel like he would also like doggy style, because every person looks hot on doggy style.

G = Goofy

I feel like at first he took it very seriously, but we know Reese, he is a silly goose, So I defenetlly think he would make a joke or two during sex, specially "Your mom" jokes. Example: "You sound just like your mom last nigth" and then you have four posible responses

"That is not funny Reese" and stop the sex.

"That is not funny Reese" and Keep going.

"Shut up Reese" laugh, and keep going.

Fully ignore it because you know him all to well.

H = Hair

He takes care of himself, so he shaves, maybe every three weeks? Yeah, I think that is how far he would go when it comes to pubic hair.

I = Intimacy

Depends on the contex, for example, I think the first time was very romantic. When is make up sex it really depends on how long you guys were mad at each other, if it's a couple hours or 1-3 days, it would also be romantic, and he would probably say stuff like "I love you" or "You are so beautifull" during it. If its more than three days, it would be rough, and agressive, and it would last a lot of rounds, because imagine a horny teenager being denied of sex for that long, he goes feral. If its just any normal day, it would be pretty standart, Good, but a little lazy, maybe one or two rounds, This is the type of context he would make some jokes. If it's jeaousy sex... Yeah well, hope you don't really enjoy walking.

J = Jack Off

A lot of guys say that they don't really masturbate a lot when they get in a relashionship, because there is no need to. But I feel like Reese would still do it a lot, because, let's be honest, he is a creepy, disgustingly hot, and horny mf.

K = Kink

Moans: He loves to hear you moan because it means you are enjoying it, and it makes Reese feel good about himself.

Hair Pulling: This goes more for oral sex, but he likes to pull your hair when you are giving him a blow job, or you pulling his hair when he goes down on you.

Dom: I feel like he wouldn't be too weird about it, he won't ask you to call him Daddy or any of that crap. But he would defenetly like to be more in control, especially if you are like smarter than him, because it would be like "Who is the one who can't form thougths now?" type of situation. I also feel it's because, he feels like he is dumbest among his brothers and he is ussually not the one people trust to make desitions or have control, so being in control in bed feels very good.

Overstimulation: I feel like this is more like an accidental kink, but it has to do with the las thing I wrote. He likes to fuck you until you don't even remember your name. Also, because is he hasn't finished yet, and you have, he is not going to stop untill he finishes, and this goes both ways, because if its the other way around, he came and you didn't, he is not going to stop until you are satisfayed.

L = Location

Anywhere posible, I don't really think there is much to explain. Wherever, Whenever, Whatever.

M = Motivation

Bro is horny as fuck. Do you really think you need to work to get him hard? Bro looks at you and gets hard, lol.

N = NO

Nothing violent, maybe a few spanks, the normal, but i don't think he would be into like bdsm or anything like that. Why? well, Reese is very violent towards other people. Sex is intimate by definition, I feel like people, in general, get very vulnerable when they have sex. Intimacy would be a place where Reese would show his true self, and I don't think his true self would be hurt a significant other. Plus, I think he would feel very guilty if he somehow hurt you in some way.

O = Oral

I think he prefers reciving it, because you look very pretty from that angle. But he will never refuse to go down on you, and he is very good at it.

P = Pace

I already said it, depends on the situation. Generally I think he would be fast with it, and when he tries to take his time, i feel like he is very impatient, so even when he tries to be slow and romantic, he would get desperate and just start fucking you fast and hard.

Q = Quickie

I can say by my own expirience as an 18 y/o, the sex life of teenagers, it's mostly quickies. I guess maybe The Reese of the last season, would probably lika more a proper fuck. But when you are a teen, you take anything you can get. In the School's janitors's closet, yes. In the car, yes. In the mall bathroom, yes. In the back of the movie theater, yes.

R = Risk

I think he dosen't really care about doing it in a semi-public place. When he is feeling it, he is feeling it. Sometimes he will trie to convince you to do it in an empety park, or he will propusly choose unpopular movies on the cinema, so the place would be almost empety.

S = Stamina

He either falls asleep rigth after you two are finished, or he will go for hours and hours, till you practically beg him to have a little break. "At least let me get a glass of water, Reese!" "Just one more round, baby, please".

T = Toys.

I don't think he owns any toys, it would almost be like competition to him,Aa piece of plastic pleasing you instead of him? No uh.

U = Unfair

He likes to tease you, but again, he is very impatient himself, so i don't think the teasing stage would last too much.

V = Volume

Tries to be quiet when there is people in the house, but when there is no one around, it's fair game, he won't hold himself. I think he moans a little but mostly groans or breathes very loudly.

W = Wild Card

He likes it when you grab his butt, he will never admit it though.

X = X-ray

About 6.4 inches = 16.5 cm. Is enough, is fair, it does the job, and it doesen't destroy you.

Y = Yearning

If you have seen the TV show, you know how much sex drive Hal has. Those genes + teenage hormones = You are lucky you can stand in your two feet.

Z = Zzz...

Bro sleeps like a baby after it, but he won't fall asleep if unless you are by his side.

#reese wilkerson #reese fanfic #reese malcom in the middle #malcolm in the middle #bf headcanons #bf material #headcanon #alphabet

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Speaking of which, how do you characterize the Pregame bois?

I have a document on this

No one is surprised

I have playlists on them

still no one is surprised

They are named Koharu and Shinichi, you may recognize Koharu because thanks to a convoluted series of event he kinda evolved from pregame kokichi to his own original character so I've been kinda tempted to change pregame kokichis name to something else.

I'll put their information under a cut because im too lazy to turn this out of a list into a paragraph form

Kokichi - Koharu

God complex

Believes himself to be the only real person

Wants to be prime minister

Incredibly dangerous manipulator and near perfect liar

Dresses softly and acts weak and shy to make people trust him

Has his entire school under his command with a puppet king in the student council

Knows everything about everyone, no one moves without him knowing about it.

Views the people around him as toys for him to play with or tools to use

No desire for a relationship as he doesnt think anyone could ever even get close to matching him, so any relationship he did take would be uneven and just for appearances.

Parents died at a very young age so he grew up in a rough orphanage where he learned to never trust anyone or anything

Craves challenge and interesting experiences but no one can adequately challenge him so he’s bored

Doesn’t have many social skills outside of manipulation and as such struggles with emotions, whether it be his own or other people’s, even if he hides it pretty well

No hesitation to ruin lives to get what he wants.

Occasionally has secret breakdowns about being alone and stressed but he represses those and pretends it didn’t have them

Loathes people who hurt animals, views them as the lowest scum. Humans are worthless but animals are soft and loyal. Eating meat is one thing, he doesn’t care about that because that’s just life, but if he catches you throwing a rock at a cat or something, your life is over.

Uses bullies to manipulate people by seeming in need of help or pitiable

Feels like he’s never truly seen, he crushes that down as useless observation, he doesn’t want anyone to see the real him, it’d ruin everything.

Monaca is his favorite character and idol, his facade is based on her “pitiable children are the most powerful” philosophy.

Doesn’t make friends as he finds other people to be annoying and unfulfilling, they all seem very shallow and boring for anything beyond use as a toy or tool. No one would like him if it wasn’t for his facade anyways, its all just superficial tolerance. No one actually wants something that actually goes both ways, everyone just wants a shoulder to cry on, no care about the shoulder itself as long as it’s comforting them. So he’ll give them that, it’s easier.

Tries not to doubt himself but does have a rare moment of crippling uncertainty and wondering why he even tries, no one actually appreciates him anyways and he’s so bored and alone, why does he try?

Acts weak and soft and sad and teary and skittish but it's all a lie to both protect himself and gain power

Joined the game to prove his superiority by ending the world’s so beloved game and also become a celebrity. It’s one of many steps in his very long and detailed plan for world domination. Besides the game had long since grown old and stale and predictable

Shuichi - Shinichi

Manic

Self esteem constantly shifting between highs and lows

Yearning for positive contact and romance and also sex

Shockingly self aware of what a mess he is 

Protective of the few people who tolerate him or he likes

Sexual and Violent intrusive thoughts

Resentful but tired

Enjoys really dark subjects

Devoted

Really bad at social cues and knowing whats normal or not

Masochistic and Sadistic

Actually really really good at solving mysteries but easily distracted and easily derailed from his conclusions

Wants to fix himself but a lack of support along with society’s apathy means he’s kinda been left floundering.

Ignores things that make him feel shitty to focus on positives

Parents encourage him to be more assertive and tough, this does NOT help his intrusive thoughts

Honestly just desperate for love and affection, he’d never actually hurt someone for it, but man, sometimes he really wants to.

Smokes to try and keep his chill

Can’t casually get into anything, is either 100% in or 0% in

Reads and writes a lot of fanfiction, actually somewhat a big name for his really well done characterization of more violent or manic characters.

Met Koharu once and saw through him immediately, they never met again after that but he really freaked out Koharu and is honestly lucky he went to a different school.

Danganronpa is his favorite show because it lets him safely indulge in his twisted desires and feels rather cathartic. Plus he loves the mysteries! Joining and finally killing someone for real should be the ultimate catharsis and finally put an end to this sickness in his head....right?

#ndrv3 #anon chaos #bonkichi #kagehara #pregame

[salxenia]

"I feel like the vibes of the world have just gotten more off in the past few years, something big is gonna happen bc idk the stars and shit" is just the witchy, uwu hippy version of when Christians say the world is randomly going to shit because it's almost time for the rapture

So they don't have to look at all the very real life problems that are destroying humanity/the world, the patterns that people of power continue to play into for generations that continue to cause more and more problems.

Just so they can play the "omg how could this have happened, well I told you astrology said so" ignorant card when they're no longer struggling with mere first world problems but are actually dealing with the things they choose to ignore on TV and in the news, and no ethereal, otherworldly being has come to save them, fix them, or helped them conquer capitalism and fascism while they sit on their ass eating potato chips and going "yeah, karma and stuff". Bc gods forbid you actually acknowledge why life is ass, you'd rather make the situation worse by playing so far into ignorance that you're fooling and confusing everyone else and now everyone is convinced it's not bc of an imbalance of power, or rich people, it's only goddamn PLUTO.

"Somehow" everything was fine and just had "suspiciously dark vibes" and then "suddenly" it turned to shit. It's not like the people in the world have fucking raised their red flags and screamed what the issues have all been for years and y'all have just been like "life is such a mystery. Everything just FEELS more depressing and bad and awful but I'm not sure why. Anyway let me drink my microplastics in my overpriced house that I always make late payments on bc my job pays me 9 bucks an hour, while I stare across the street at the abandoned buildings that they're going to bulldoze because some homeless kids broke into it for shelter, while I contemplate on why everything is so depressing".

And it doesn't mean you can't spiritually believe in x or y thing, and also that fascism is bad. You can be like "ah yes the Pluto thing is warning us that if we don't fix this situation right now, that I'm aware is an issue, then we're absolutely fucked in the worst possible scenario and it'll up-end our entire life whether we want it to or not, but it'll be even worse for fucking around and finding out". Like spirituality is pretty much a tool to help you understand that if y'all don't figure out how to fix x thing, z thing is going to happen, and it'll be a lot more of a rough lesson than y thing.

Spirituality is NOT "idk, I know X thing is bad but Z thing is also happening and I believe it's because the stars foretold this would happen and- oh NOOOO, you mean Z and X thing were related to each other this whole time, and if I had helped to prevent, repair, or prepare for X, then Y would have happened instead, because Y and Z were both an option based on how there's ALWAYS a difference between letting something happen by choosing to be ignorant to it, and actively working to fix the situation or working around the situation, whaaaaat??"

Y'all just politically lazy and using spirituality as a reason to not care.

(And it's used in the same way for people who are toxic and avoiding self awareness as well. "somehow" the majority of people just don't like x person, for whatever reason, no matter how "nice or funny" they are, it must be written in the stars (or must be God's plan) but realistically it's because they're garbage human beings who treat people like shit every time someone gets close to them so they can't keep friends, and then they pride on scaring everyone else away bc "they hate people" by being nasty, rude, cold, evasive, etc, and their face shows how little they care about anybody around them, but yeah its because they're an Aries with a Scorpio moon that has people not liking their vibes).

Edit: and y'all be saying it to try and be the most woke and high vibrational person ever but it's actually the worst thing to say! "I feel like somehow the world just feels darker and more depressing" well clearly you're so far out of the loop for understanding and listening to the pain of your fellow humans that you genuinely think everything is a fucking mystery! Not to mention the depression of going through shit is something every generation goes through, why the fuck do you think boomers are cranky, bitter, and miserable??? They just lack the awareness to be politically educated and why they chalk everything up to Jesus or Satan- oh yeah, like you do with other things! Bc y'all don't sit with the problems of the world and y'all only feel like fixing it when there's irreparable damage that you can't deny, just like every-fucking-body else!

#toxic spirituality #toxic positivity #astrology #astrology chart #spiritual blindness #toxic #self awareness #avoidance

[muyukijika]

smutmas spectial carl grimes x reader <3

a/n: i post this at 8:57 pm so this really lazy anyway merry chirstmas

summary: you and carl had you’re very first chirstmas that’s all i need to say.

cw: bondage hardom!carl sub!reader she is very sensitive crybabyshort!reader nipple play switch rough sex fingering blowjob oral dildo cockring dirty talk blindfold dubcon? grinding

its chirstmas the day that people have there little joyful day which you hated chirstmas just because but she doesn’t dislike chirstmas because its joyful y/n only hated the joyful chirstmas day because that’s the day that her dad left her to adoption for some reason...you where siting on you’re bed reading a comic book that you love reading until you heard a knock at you’re door you got up and open the door you saw it was carl ‘c-carl?’ he was hold i present it had a bow top of it which the present looked pretty cute. ‘Carl what’s the present for?’ you asked ‘well i thought me and you can do a little chirstmas together sense today is chirstmas and we barley celebrate it.’  he thought be good idea just hung around you for chirstmas even though he already know that you hated chirstmas ‘So what inside the present?’ he look at you and had that smirk on his face. ‘if you open it you know what’s inside” you hesitate to open the box you where scared you didn’t liked it at all ‘i-i-i’ he look at you ask you if you liked the gift you’re response was slow ‘a/n: if that ever make sense’ ‘i-i d-don’t know carl..’ i not ready for this type of stuff..you told him but knowing how he look at you he seemed to be angry for some reason ‘carl?-’ he grab you’re hand and layed you on the bed and hold you’re hands over your head ‘you should be grateful that i’m even getting you stuff’ ‘c-carl i-i’m not ready!’ you cried to him you where a crybaby which carl founded adorable. ‘aww is slut about cry?’ he mocked and slurred you wanted to get out of this mess carl was digging his hand in the gift he give to you he grabbed a rope and blindfold he but you still and raped the rope around your arm he was already getting hard by the way you  looked he could have you all to himself. He than put the blindfold over you’re head he climb on top of you you felt carl clothed cock on your clothed pussy you tried to push carl away by your using you foot he got off of you and hold your legs wide open he looked down and you were soak ‘so the slut do like this huh you like it when i’m rough with you?’ you bit you’re lip to hold your moans to not even give him one sasitfaction. ‘Fuck you!” you shouted at him he wasn’t going to be playing nice now he slap you’re clothed pussy hard ‘  you should give some respect you son of a bitch!’ he yelled at you he grabbed extra rope and raped y/n legs onto the headboard he smirk down at you and climb back onto you, you once again felt his hard clothed cock on you’re clothed pussy he roughly but slowly grind on top of you, he moaned against you’re ear to tease you moaned his hand went  to your clothed pussy he than put his hand inside you’re panties he rub huge circles around you’re clit ‘yeah you like that don’t you’ he was still grinding on top you still. But after awhile of you guys moaning he went fast you were about to cum ‘No i don’t want to cum please!’ you cried you both moaned together “F-Fuck!’ he moaned loudly ignoring you while he came inside his  pants as you came inside you’re panties you cried never thought that this will be type day where you guys had sex carl grab a knife from his pocket and ripped the panties and now you where completely naked on the bottom half you’re body he climb off of you and once again he was digging inside present you couldn’t till what it was because you had the blindfold on but you could hear the movements which you thought he was digging something inside box ‘if you be good girl i’ll let you out of the ropes okay?’ you nodded he took off the blindfold you could finally see what’s going on he took out a dildo out from the box you shivered because how big and thick it was, it was a blue dildo you had a tear running down you’re cheek ‘its going to fit okay slut’ he knew how sensitive you were ‘b-but what if its hurts...’ you asked him  ‘well its not my pussy is it?’ he looked at you ‘n-no’ he lined the dildo against you’re pussy he waited a little bit to fit it in then finally he push the dildo inside of you. You moaned from the pain and pleasure it given you than he went a slow pace ‘good girl you like a thick dick inside of you huh’ you were whining now on how he said that so boldly.  After a while he went faster and faster and faster you where squirming little bit sense you where in the ropes so you couldn’t move as much ‘F-FUCK N-NO!’ you came he smirk at you and took the dildo away from you he look at your cunt he then climb where you’re clit where as he leaned in to you’re hole you noticed he haven’t bother to take his hat off once sense this ever started you softly moaned he lick up and down you’re clit he look up at you he was groaning on how sexy you looked you moans was turning him on he was moaning a little bit inside you’re pussy aswell  he sucked on you’re clit to take the cum off of you, you were a moaning mess you were about cum again ‘M-mmmmm~!’ you squirted inside his mouth he moaned ‘fuck...’ he lick his lips then he stood up take his pants off. you blushed at the sight he then  took his boxers off ‘you know i’ve been waiting for this’ he hover over you, you were now seeing a hole view of him he then got on his knees his cock is on you’re lips ‘suck slut..’ he said to you, you hesitate to do so but you slowly open you’re mouth he put his hand on you’re forehead then pushed his cock inside of you’re mouth he groaned ‘i bet you like it huh you whore.’ his hips where starting to move silghtly. 

a/n look i’m done if you guys want a part 2 then comment if you like... 

#carlgrimes #y/n #smut #thewalkingdead #dubcon

[justnerdy15]

Seven (Smutty) Snippets, Seven (not necessarily smutty so don’t come at me for tagging you) People

thanks for the tag @late-to-the-fandom! sorry for the late response lol.

These aren't very smutty, but its as close as I have.

Open tag!

More under the cut!

1. Come Back Home (Edith/Audre)

Audre's leaning against her front door, dark skin illuminated under the warm hazy light filtering out from her living room, watching as Edith shoves her hands into her back pockets, rocking back on her heels. She doesn't quite know where to go from here. "So, goodnight, I guess?" Edith asks, cringing as the words leave her mouth. Jesus. But it makes Audre laugh, smile stretching across her lips, and she pushes off the door. She takes a few lazy steps towards Edith to stand in front of her, looking up at her face with warm brown eyes. "We don't need to stay goodnight yet," she says, fingers brushing against the front of Edith's shirt. "If you want." Edith's face heats up, her skin tingling, and she swallows tightly. "And what do you mean by that?" she asks, taking a step closer. Audre smiles again, reaching up the cup Edith's jaw, thumb just touching the bottom of her lip. "I mean," Audre says lowly, letting her other hand drop to Edith's hip, "that I want you to come inside." She tilts her head up, lips grazing Edith's in a chaste kiss that promises so much more, and leans back just enough to say, "Come to bed, Edith."

2. Heiress of the Night (Evangeline/Anthony)

Fuck. Her back. Evangeline hisses as she slowly eases into her sports bra, shoulders throbbing in discomfort as the tight fabric pulls on her chest, and generally regrets even being alive at the moment. She hasn't gotten a good look at her back yet but she's sure its a horrific collage of purpling bruises and shallow cuts that promises sharp, irritating reminders during recovery. Great. She goes to pull the bra a little further down to settle just above her waist when her hands lose their grip and the band snaps against her torso. "Fuck!" she yelps as she twists around, pain radiating in her back. A whine escapes and she breathes out heavily, looking up at the ceiling. "Eva? Are you alright?" Anthony's voice filters in through the door. "Yeah," she breathes out, "Just a small accident. I'm fine." Evangeline reaches behind her, groaning at the burn, and fumbles to find the band, stretching her fingers up until she feels it, twisted and tight. God. "Are you sure?" She bites her lip, trying to ignore the pain and get herself situated, but when she tries to pull on the band, it simply drags against her skin, irritated and throbbing. God whatever. If she was at home, she'd ask for help and he's probably seen enough bodies over the centuries not to make it weird. "Actually, can you help me real quick? I'm, uh, having some trouble," she says, turning her back to the door and letting her hands fall to her side. The door opens and she hears Anthony suck in a breath. "Christ, Eva, your back," he says, walking into the room. "It'll be fine." She glances over her shoulder and motions to the bra. "Could you get this untwisted? My arms aren't willing to cooperate right now." "Of course," Anthony replies, coming to stand right behind her. He clears his throat. "Cold hands," he warns her. It'll feel pretty good then. The thought crosses her mind and she flushes, looking straight ahead. Stop it. A hiss escapes when his hands touch her back, blessedly cool, and he murmurs an apology as he gets the band straightened out, smoothing the fabric down. "There," he says quietly, gently tugging at the bottom seam. "Anything else?" "Well, since you're already here," she says, hyperaware of how his finger tips are still pressed against her skin, rough enough to cause shivers. She'll blame it on the ac. "I could use help with my shirt."

3. I still have love for you (Do you still love me too?) (Buck)

Buck then considers taking a nap, but it’s getting to be pretty late in the afternoon and it’ll fuck up his sleep schedule if he sleeps now. Even if that wasn’t an issue, Buck feels anxious, keyed up, and he knows a nap would only end in him staring up at the ceiling.  He could –  Buck hesitates, where he’s laid out on the couch, and thinks. He could tire himself out.  His hand teases the band of his sweats where it lays low on his hips. He breathes in and tries to relax, turning a bit so he’s flat on his back, letting his fingers slip underneath the fabric. Buck isn’t exactly in the mood, but Christ it’s not like he’s ever let that stop him before.  He just needs to get it out of his system and he can sleep. But as soon as his hand slips fully into his sweats, something like shame curls in his stomach, and he jerks his hand out of his pants, flustered and embarrassed. What the fuck?  Buck, swallowing tightly, swings up into a sitting position and buries his head in his hands. He rubs circles against his temples, an anticipatory tingle running up and down his spine.  He’ll go for a run. 

#tag game #wip: heiress of the night #wip: come back home #7 smutty snippets #but it's actually three and they aren't very smutty lol #wip: i still have love for you (do you still love me too?)

[wakatshi]

FEM SUB READER, FILMING, BLOWJOB, FACE FUCKING, THREESOME.

、　this was supposed to be yet another suguru piece, but nevermind </3 kinda proofread, i’m lazy.

satoru and suguru fucking your throat with their dicks — so cocky. two best friends sharing your mouth. making you get on you knees for them, unbuckling their pants, looking down at you. with obvious impatience in gojo’s case. excitement, his cock is twitching in his palm, satoru strokes the tip fervently, picturing that lewd mouth of yours too busy blowing him. almost there, you switch turns between him and suguru, giving your mouth a brand new purpose— those cute, cute lips, how you wet them with your tongue, anxiously, in hopes it’s gonna be easy to fit their cocks in your filthy little mouth.

your heart’s pounding in your chest. but it’s hot. they look so big from where you are, tall, they’re towering over your body, it clearly intimidates you. this situation.. it’s making you feel powerless, but you want that, don’t you? naively almost, doe-eyed, that’s how you look at gojo his best friend. what are you even expecting?

it’s almost as if this is your first time with two men. oh— it is. fortunately for you, they were incredibly eager to fix this.. (huge) issue that needs to be urgently taken care of. obviously. a problem like yours requires two men like them to take good care of you.

and your mouth. for now.

he can be such a jerk sometimes. playful, teasing, that’s how satoru is. shoving his fat cock in your mouth, making suguru wait for his turn, dick in his hand, close to your currently occupied lips. “such a compliant girl today.”

satoru pulls out his phone and everything—he’s gonna jerk off to that later. later when you and your body are going to drive him close to insanity, when he’s gonna start missing you the most (probably in less that 48 hours) — tears start trickling down your blushy cheeks, but you stop as soon as he pulls out his phone, in surprise, nothing else. you didn’t expect that. but this wouldn’t be the first time.

“don’t you get shy now, princess, c’mon, put those pretty lips around my dick.”

“take it easy, man.”

“am i not taking it easy? whaddya think, hmm? tell me now, am i not taking it easy, pretty girl?”

gojo scoffs when you take his best friend’s erect cock in your palm and spit on it without a single word. no answer, huh? he’s a little envious after all, but truly, the sight of you on your knees making those dirty sounds are just as perfect as an actual apology. even better. licking it from its base to the tip, your attention shifts back to suguru’s heavy balls, you suck on them greedily and his reaction says it all. a low groan- a hand grabbing onto your hair, and even harder, firmer when you lick that sweet spot.

“gonna.. cum fast if you keep doing that, sweetheart.”

“yeah, exactly, c’mere, give suguru a break.”

the tip’s like a prized and tasty lollipop the way you suck on it— deliberately taking your time to mess around with satoru. you coat it with hot saliva, tongue waltzing in your mouth, both hands stroking his penis rapidly. you take you job seriously, so focused, he’d call you cute, which you definitely are, wouldn’t he be too busy moaning. your body relaxes, hurriedly changing your position, these fucking knees of yours. you’ve never stopped looking at the two men.

the contact with your inner cheeks forces him to moan helplessly. “fuck, baby. so good.” he grabs a fistful of your hair, ignoring whatever thing you were attempting to do and pushing your head. your mouth and throat are being fucked with roughness for a few moments— his head empty, satoru forgets he’s making you gag on his dick too much. you’re stroking suguru’s simultaneously, every so often massaging its tip, not breaking the eye contact with them. tears are covering your face, both men wipe them off. seeing them so obsessed with you somehow turns you on, you’d touch yourself just for a little while in front of them, but that’s actually impossible now.

spilling their load almost at the same time, gojo in your mouth, geto’s cum gushing all over your pretty face and lips.

“open your mouth, baby, wanna see your tongue.”

an ‘aaah’ escapes your lips fast, you look directly at the phone’s camera, tongue full of their cum combined.

“how come you’re being so obedient today?”

tagging、　@dilfiwa, @rosietoesy, @thetempleofnyx, @nanamis-wifey-reye probably gonna write a part 2 or smth but i have another threesome piece to finish so 💔

#jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x you #gojo x reader x geto #gojo x you x geto #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #geto smut #n/sfw

[theimpsimp]

Ahahaha.... hey what if you wrote a Striker x Reader that involves an oral fixation(reader being amazed by his chompers and just doing a lil exploring of his teeth but in a hot way) ha ha just kidding.... unless?

OOOOO ALREADY COMING AT ME WITH THE GOOD STUFF. Alright then, your wish is my command ;)

It was nearing dawn as you and Striker settled around the campfire. The Volcanic Sun’s were cooling for the night, bringing a chilled wind that left you shivering in your loose clothing. Luckily, the fire Striker had lit let off a welcoming warmth.

You glanced over towards the cowboy mercenary, taking him in. He was leaning against one of the wooden logs he had dragged over, basking in the fire’s heat and chowing down on what you could only assume to be dried hell-pork, while ignoring your presence. Fair enough, you supposed. You had hired him simply to escort you across wrath. It made sense he wouldn’t be interested in acting all friendly with a client.

Yet, you found yourself staring at him. His large fangs, for that matter.

You swallowed as he absentmindedly licked his teeth, having finished the dried salty treat. They looked sharp, easily able to rip through flesh. But something about that thought made you intrigued. Probably more than it should. “You just going to stare all night, Darlin?” At the sudden question, you snapped out of your haze. You could feel a flush of embarrassment forming on your face, reaching down your neck as Striker’s sharp and ringed gaze fixated on you. The Snake imp chuckled, arching his chest in a lazy stretch before lounging back against a wooden log. He bent one leg bent upward, the other resting against the dusty ground as he shifted to get comfortable.

You still found it incredibly difficult not to keep staring. ”It’s fine, lots of folks stare.” He remarked, lifting a rye stalk to his mouth to chew. “Not surprised that you're no different.” ”That’s not it,” You quipped in sharply.

Striker turned towards you, his lip curling to again to reveal those sharp, dangerous fangs. Menacing… but oh so enthralling. You swore your heart must have skipped a beat. ”Oh really?” He purred, rough like a tiger. “How so?” You could hear rattling coming from his tail as it swayed, but his attempt at intimidation did not deter you.

“You have such pretty fangs.” That seemed to surprise him, his smile faltering into a puzzled frown. He hesitantly lifted a hand, plucking the rye from between his teeth as he processed what exactly you had said. ” My…fangs?” You nodded, and he blinked before chuckling, his teeth returning with his smile. “Well, that’s a first,” He winked. “Not that tha’s a bad thing now, Darlin.” His eyes lidded, and gestured you closer. His rough purr grew louder, and suddenly the air seemed to change, making you blush worse. What was he doing? A part of you said that getting close would be dangerous, but a larger part of you was just too curious. So you pushed yourself up from your wooden seat and hesitantly made your way over. Rough hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down to straddle his lap. Gasping, you suddenly found yourself face to face with the snickering cowboy. Striker rumbled in approval, brushing his clawed fingertips across your face, before pulling away, resting the heavy hand on your waist once more. ”Now you can have an up an’ close view” His grin widened. “Can’t disappoint a pretty lil’ fellow like you now, can I?”

Your eyes snapped down to his smile, now wide at display, baring his fangs for you too admire to your heart’s desire. The teeth were jagged and sharp, as most imp teeth were. They had to be, for race born in wrath. But his signature golden tooth caught your attention, its metallic surface glittering amongst the light of the fire’s ambers. How had he earned it? A fight? For looks? Regardless, it piqued your interest. You could feel Striker’s muscles tense as you stroked a finger down the golden tooth, feeling the smooth but sharp texture underneath your skin. You paused, eyes flickering up towards the pale-imp’s ones, waiting with bated breath for permission to explore further.

There was a moment’s pause before you felt his hands leave your hips, wrapping around your wrist. Then he opened his maw, pulling your hand closer to allow you to run the tip of your finger along the points of his teeth. Then he let go, allowing you to explore on your own, which you gladly did. Your fingers explored every crevice, brushing across gum and tooth.

During the mist, your own breathing picked up amongst the strange intimacy. Both of your breaths intermingling as the atmosphere grew hot and heavy. Your chest pressed against Strikers, making his hands tighten even more. You groaned at the grab and glanced up, but almost immediately turned away from the intensity of his gaze, watching your every movement.

You pulled your fingers away, and he was quick to bring you into a heavy kiss.

You didn’t protest as he tugged at your clothes.

#helluva boss #literature #striker helluva boss #striker #striker x reader #thanks for the ask! #x reader #helluva boss x reader #nsfvv

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Feral (Tendou x F! Reader)

Hey! Here’s Nyx being super late with a collab fic for the Haikyuu Headquarters Collab, which can be found here! 

Special shout outs to @the-great-queen and @fallingintoimagination for getting me hooked on Feral Tendy <3 and @mammonrights for bein a heathen with me.

Warnings: Biting, Marking, Slight breeding kink cause it’s me, A lil bit of predator/prey play, and NSFW abound~ 

You quite enjoyed the calm, lazy weekends where you curled up with a book or movie, ignoring the outside world and the coming work week. The same couldn’t be said for your friend, currently draped over your lap, whining.

 "I'm so bored, let's do something fun." Tendou looked up at you with pleading eyes as you kept watching your show. You were only a few episodes out from the season finale, and you weren't too keen on stopping now.

 "I am having fun, Sa-to-ri." You grinned, glancing down at him, "It's not my fault you don't have any taste." He pouted at you, the teasing something that had thrived in your friendship.

 “It’s not my fault I’ve already read the whole series before the show started. I could tell you what happens if you want.” Your attention turned fully to him, what he wanted all along.

 "You wouldn't dare, Tendou." You tried to keep your gaze hard on him, despite the growing grin on his face.

“Ooh, pulling out the last name, that hurts.” He put a mocking hand over his chest. “And I wouldn’t have to ruin the whole series for you if you just entertained me a little.” You huffed, pausing the show and giving him an unamused glare.

"Fine, and what do you want to do exactly?" He sat up, leaning in close to you. You could feel the heat of your face at his nearness but kept up your mask. It wasn't new for you and Tendou to flirt like this, but it never failed to excite you.

 “Would you believe me if I said you?” The coy grin he wore made you roll your eyes.

 “No.” You turned your face away, trying to calm your desperate heartbeat before you gave him more ammunition to tease you. His calloused fingers slid under your chin, bringing your face back to his gaze.

 "I think you're lying… you want it, don't you?" You bit your tongue softly, trying to weigh your options. Tendou would notice right away if you lied, and you wouldn't dare tell him the truth, that you had been dreaming of the day he'd finally make a real move.

 It seemed Tendou was especially impatient that day, pressing a light kiss to your lips before retreating, hopping off your couch to stretch. “Let’s play tag.”

 You were snapped out of your stupor at the kiss by his words, wondering if you had possibly imagined it. "W-what?" His eyes drifted to yours with a predatory smile.

 “Tag. If you can keep away from me for… hmm… fifteen minutes, you win. We keep watching your show, no more complaints from me.” You furrowed your brows.

 “Satori, we’re not kids anymore. I figured you’d want to go out to a club or something, why tag?”

 “Cause it’s fun. Live a little, play tag with me.” He shrugged and held out a hand, which you reluctantly took, pulling you to your feet.

 “Fine, and what happens if I lose?” His eyes glittered with a curious mischievousness, and you were almost tempted to pull your hand away.

 "I'll think of something. Now for the rules. No leaving the house, no locking doors. I'll give you a 30-second head start. You can hide if you really want to." His grin only grew as he spoke, showing his excitement for your little game. You rolled your eyes again, ignoring the spark of adrenaline that ran through your veins. "Sound good to you?"

 "Yeah, sure, Satori."

 "Then… Run." The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but wonder if this was how a rabbit felt staring into the eyes of a wolf. Once he started counting, you were pulled from your frozen state, turning and bolting down the hallway. You could still hear him, his singing echoing through your house as he counted down the seconds to his hunt. With no more than a handful of seconds left, you crept into the ancient wardrobe in your room, thankful you hadn't had the time to fill it properly. You bit at your lip, trying to get the door to close from the inside was harder than you expected.

 Your breath hitched as you heard his footsteps, far too close for you to fiddle with the door anymore. You pressed yourself into the dark of the wardrobe, hoping it was enough to conceal you as his shadow snuffed out what remained of the light.

 Your hands flew to your mouth, holding in your breath along with the whine that threatened to escaped as he paused in front of you.

 “Come on out sweetness, maybe I’ll make your punishment something we’ll both enjoy?” His voice was deeper than usual, a darkness you’d only caught glimpses of before now on full display. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you were, the heat pooling in your stomach as he lingered. Something about the tension, the anticipation of being found was a drug to you.

 He slowly moved away, something you only noticed by the return of the light. You sat for several long moments, trying to hear past the blood rushing in your ears as you peeked through the door. The room in front of you was empty, and he could no longer be heard. If you wanted to run, now would be the time. Cautiously, you pushed open the door, creeping out one leg at a time until you released a shuddering breath, straightening your clothes.

 "You should probably run now, little lamb." The voice made you jump, even more so the sight of Tendou, leaning against the door you had just open, a malicious grin splitting his face in two. You ran without any thought, slamming doors behind you as you tried and failed to remember your house's layout. Every step, every labored breath you took, you could hear him nearing. You could feel him hot on your heels, to the point where the doors were no longer falling closed behind you, merely bouncing off his extended arm, slamming against the wall.

 You had made a mistake somewhere in your panic. A room with no other doors, no easy means of escape, just you and Tendou standing at separate sides of the room. All you could do was watch as he closed in, your heart jack-hammering against its cage. The only way out was around, to fake out the former Guess Monster of Shiratorizawa.

 Breathe in, breathe out- glance to the side, opposite of where you were planning of going. Your mind was working faster than you thought possible, acting on the barest hint of thoughts as Tendou's hands neared you. You ducked, somehow slipping through the narrow escape between his arm and his body. Your lungs burned as you ran, the peals of laughter echoing throughout the halls as the hunt continued. How long could fifteen minutes be?

 Each step, each ragged breath sent a fire through your veins. Maybe Tendou had the right idea, when was the last time you felt this alive? Slipping through doorways, skidding along tiled floors, nervous laughter seeping through your lips as his cackling rang in your ears. Faster, quicker, just seconds ahead of his hands, you ran. You couldn't hide, not anymore, all you could do was hope that you were faster than him until the clock ran out.

 You somehow found yourself back where you started, the timer of his phone counting down the last seconds of your game. You had won, you knew it, just a few more seconds…

 A shrill scream tore through your throat; you had let yourself get distracted. Calloused fingers wrapped around you, holding your arms tight to your chest as the alarm rang through the house. You had almost won… Tendou pulled you flush against his chest, every inch of him wrapped around you, pressed against your back.

 “Too bad, little lamb.” He taunted, his lips brushing against your ear. “You were so close.” You hadn’t even noticed the whine that escaped you until you heard him chuckle, low and dark. “You stopped there near the end… did you want me to catch you that bad?” You shook your head, belatedly noticing how his hands sunk into the plush of your chest. “You can deny it to yourself all you want, but your body says differently. You haven’t even tried to slip away.” He moved his head to brush his lips against your neck, the barest brushes of skin. There was no fighting the shiver of pleasure that ran down your spine or the gasp that slipped past your lips.

 You resisted even less when he turned you, pressing your chests together as his head dipped to kiss you hungrily. You opened to his whims easily, tongue and teeth clashing with no other thought than the hunger that burned deep in your stomach. When had your hands buried themselves in his? When had he stopped kissing you in favor of trailing bites down the length of your neck? It was happening so quickly, and yet it seemed as if this had been building up as long as you could remember. He devoured you, as he did so many other things. Headfirst into his passion with little regard to anything else as his rough hands slid under your shirt, quickly pulling it up and over your head. He barely pulled away to pull his own off by the collar, whipping it to the abyss that existed outside of you and him.

 Throughout the house, he led you, a trail of clothes littering your path. He was nothing but a storm of lips and teeth, marking every inch of skin he could reach, claiming you as his prize. He hadn't even stripped you of your underwear, but the way he was grinding against you, laving his tongue over the deep imprints of his teeth had you writhing for release. Finally, a single finger dipped between you, dragging over your covered folds and feeling the dampness that made the fabric cling to your skin.

 “Pretty little lamb, I’m going to destroy you.” He chuckled, his breath falling heavily against your neck. You nodded, already a whining mess.

 “Please, Satori… I want you, please.” Was that your voice? You hardly recognized it, buried beneath all the lust and longing weighing down the tone.

 He spoke mockingly as he slowly pulled the last scrap of fabric down your legs. “I knew you wanted me, little lamb… but I didn’t mind playing our little game to make you admit it. You opened your mouth to refute him, to say something in your defense, but the only thing that came out was a sinful moan as his teeth sunk into your thigh, marking you so close to where you wanted him.

 Words failed you, lost in the haze that was Tendou Satori, and all you could do was pull him in closer, desperate to feel him inside of you. He fit against you so well, the feeling of his lips on yours was a drug like no other. You melted against his touch, conforming to his body as he hitched your leg high up on your hip. His touch on your hip was firm, holding you still as he teased at your entrance, watching your face with a sadistic smile.

 Ever so slowly, he sunk in, his mouth open as he let the softest of groans escape him while he watched you writhe as you tried to push down further on his length. "You know, little lamb… I never said what I would take as my prize…" You attempted to clear your cloudy eyes, focusing on his gluttonous face.

 "I thought this…" A sharp thrust, bottoming Tendou's length inside you brought your sentence to a breathy end, but you tried to continue on, "I thought I was your prize?"

 “Hmm… but you gave yourself over to me without me even asking… I guess I’ll just have to cum in you as my prize.” It shouldn’t sound so appealing falling from his lips, but all you could do was keen out, desperate for him to take you in any and all ways he wanted. He won you fair and square.

 “Please, Satori, whatever you want, just move!” His smile darkened, a calloused finger coming up to brush lightly against your cheek.

 “How can I resist when you beg so nicely for it?” With that last word, his hands returned to your hips, holding on in a bruising grip as he pulled out slowly, watching the tears gather on your lashes as you pleaded for him to move faster. As soon as the tip traced your entrance, something in him snapped. He bucked into you wildly, pulling a loud moan from your lungs.

 Gone was your lazy, teasing friend that you spent calm Sundays with, replaced with a hungry animal, intent on devouring you from the inside out. Each roll of his hips pushed you further from your thoughts, focusing only on the carnal way he hunched over you, sucking deep marks into your skin to remind you long after this was over of what he turned you into. Just a mewling, desperate mess, falling apart underneath him, pliant to his every touch. And touch he did, imprints of his hands seemed to be carved into your hips, the ghost of his teeth in every bite he laid on your skin still stinging, only heightening the pleasure of his cock pistoning within you.

 The pleasure became overwhelming, and you dug your nails into his shoulder, desperate for anything to ground yourself in this moment. It only spurred him on further, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as you marked him in kind. Some small stake that showed you weren't just a passive participant in his game. You pulled him close with the grip you held on his shoulders, panting heavily on his shoulder before you bit into his neck, mirroring one of the many marks he had left on you. The whine you pulled from his throat only made you moan against his skin as he pushed your legs higher, trying to find a better angle to sink into you as you savagely attacked his neck.

 You only pulled away when you felt the peak growing impossibly close, a breathy moan of his name bringing him back to himself.

 “Please, Satori, I’m so close.” You let the tears spill from your lashes, twin rivers framing your face as you stared up at him, pleading. “Fill me up, please.” He groaned lowly, pulling back just enough to sneak a hand between your bodies. Those stupid, calloused fingers you had grown to appreciate so quickly deftly found your clit, sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and he relentlessly assaulted the swollen nub. You felt him start to twitch inside you as you tensed, finally cresting in pleasure.

 He was thrown violently into his orgasm as you cried out his name, clenching your fists around his shoulders once more. Each thrust as he worked through his release brought you closer to over-stimulation, the added friction on the edge of pain as he filled you.

 The house was finally quiet, the only sound coming from your intermingling breaths, heavy and satisfied. He collapsed next to you, content to relax against your pillows as you processed all that had just happened. When you remained silent, he turned his eyes to you with a grin. “We can go watch that show now.”

 You couldn’t stop the nervous giggle that escaped you. “After all that, you want to go watch that show?” He nodded, smirking.

 "Yeah, why not?" He sat up, stretching out his shoulders, and giving you a good view of the angry red lines you had left all over him.

 “So… do we just pretend this didn’t happen?”

 "I don't know what you mean, I thought I made it pretty clear." You wished you could see his face as he got up for even a hint of how he felt.

 “What do you mean, Satori?”

 “I won you.” He sung, “I marked you inside and out. You’re mine now.” He turned with a mischievous grin, and you wouldn’t be surprised if this was the outcome he wanted when he walked through your door this morning. Still, you stood, walking over to him and running a hand down his chest.

 “You did, didn’t you?” With your confirmation, his grin softened to a more sincere smile, ducking to place a kiss to your cheek.

 “So, time for your show, little lamb?”

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu smut #Haikyuu hq collab #nyx writes