#insatiable hunger for attention and praise

[tonya-the-chicken]

Maybe maybe I feel like nothing I do ever matters because my parents never gave a fuck about what I was doing when I was a child so the only lesson I learned was that everything was pointless

#tonya and the adventures of discovering ways in which emotional neglect messed him up #like deadass I have so little motivation because I constantly feel like nothing I ever do will prompt a reaction and I am STARVED #insatiable hunger for attention and praise #personal

[foxy-eva]

Debut

Summary: It's Spencer's first time going down on a woman. He’s a quick learner.

Request: Spencer’s first time going down on a lady, maybe she talks him through how to do it (originally requested to @imagining-in-the-margins) 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) inexperienced Spencer, oral (fem receiving), fingering, coming untouched (Spencer)

Word count: 900

Masterlist

From the very first time you got to be alone with Spencer, he made it obvious how good he was at compensating for his lack of experience with his infinite eagerness. It was a perfect mix of his insatiable intellectual curiosity and his ambition to please you that left you gasping for air each night you spent together. 

Tonight wasn’t any different. Spencer had almost ripped your clothes off before you even made it to his bedside. The hunger in his eyes was unlike anything you had ever seen before. His lips were almost burning when they touched yours, he was kissing you like a man starved. 

Once the two of you lay down on his bed, he began trailing kisses down your neck and over your chest. He lingered for a few moments to caress your breasts before his lips moved over your stomach, nipping on soft skin, spurred on by the sighs falling from your lips. 

You already had a hunch where he was headed when he descended further down your body. He confirmed your suspicion when he looked up to find your eyes, almost sounding desperate when he whined, “Can I taste you?” 

“Eager boy,” you snickered. “You have never done that before, have you?”

He shook his head and begged you, “Please?” 

His eyes were filled with wonder when you opened your legs to grant him access. It wasn’t the first time he saw you like this but he made it obvious that it was impossible to get used to the glory your body had to offer. Just like every time he had seen you completely bare before, he mumbled, “You’re so beautiful.” 

“I’m all yours,” you encouraged him to bring to action what you both longed for. 

Spencer began trailing kissing along your inner thigh, slowly getting closer to where you were aching for his touch. Just before his lips reached your center, he hesitated. 

You didn’t let him voice any insecurities as you purred, “Just keep kissing me.” 

And so he did. His lips moved along the seam of your core before ghosting over your folds. 

Almost like an order, you whispered, “Taste me.”

Without wasting any more time his tongue began gliding through your heat to collect your arousal. He seemed to be mesmerized by your heady scent, moaning against you as he kept moving his tongue along you. When he heard your moans falling from your lips, he couldn’t help but begin to rock his hips against the mattress. 

You noticed his enthusiasm and snickered, “My sweet boy, you’re really enjoying this, huh?”

“Yes,” he mumbled against your skin. “You taste so good.” 

“Keep going,” you purred. “Focus on–”

You were interrupted by a moan escaping your throat as Spencer began focussing his attention on your bundle of nerves. Those sounds seemed to spur him further on, wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you in place while his tongue moved over your little bud. 

When his eagerness almost got too much for you, you whined, “Be gentle. Slow and steady.” 

Spencer was a quick learner, immediately adjusting his movements until he found exactly what you liked. 

“So good,” you praised him. “Just like that.”

Spencer got lost in the pleasure just like you did, involuntarily grinding his hardness against the mattress to find some much needed friction. Your ambrosial taste clouded his mind, unable to focus on anything else but your delicate folds against his tongue. 

You danced along the edge of euphoria, still in need of more to finally find relief. 

"Use your hand," you sighed and hoped he'd understand. 

It took Spencer a moment to realize what you needed. Once his brain caught up with your words, he let his hand wander from your thigh to your center. He leaned back for a moment to find your face while he traced your tender skin with his fingertips. 

When he let two of his fingers glide into you, you threw your head back into the pillows and closed your eyes. Your hand reached out for Spencer's hair, grabbing it to bring his mouth back to where it belonged. He whimpered when you tugged on his hair, obviously enjoying your harshness. 

With his tongue against your most sensitive spot and his fingers moving inside you, he brought you closer to your breaking point. His moans against your heat added vibrations that made you feel light-headed. Just when you began pulsing around his fingers, Spencer found relief as well, blemishing his underwear as he fell apart. 

After you came down from your high, Spencer sat up between your legs with glowing cheeks and his mouth agape. You opened your eyes and arms at the same time, inviting him into your embrace. He accepted the offer.

Once you noticed the mess he had made inside his underwear, Spencer wanted to apologize but you reassured him instead, "I love to know how much you enjoy bringing me pleasure."

With a smirk spread over your face, you pushed his body until he lay on his back. As you began kissing down his neck, you whispered against his skin, "Now it's my turn."

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[spiderispunk]

Insatiable

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k 

Warnings: Smut (18+). Oral Sex (f!receiving). So Many Pet Names. Praise Kink. Dirty Talk. A little smidge of domesticity. 

A/N: I blame this one completely on @ussgallifrey​ reblogging that stupid gif of Glen Powell flipping that goddamn toothpick over and over again until I combusted. Thanks for all the inspiration, my friend. This one’s for you! 

If it were up to Hangman, he’d stay between your legs forever. 

It was no secret he loved going down on you. Jake loved the way you tasted. Loved the way you felt under his tongue, and all the pretty, wanton sounds you made when he got his mouth on you. He lived for the shake and sigh of your body, and how you pressed your thighs against the sides of his head to hold him in place (not that he was going anywhere anyways).  

You were his favorite meal. He wanted you anytime, anywhere. 

On the kitchen counter in the morning, when you were still bleary eyed and moved like warm syrup. On the couch during a particularly lazy afternoon, while an innocuous TV show or movie played in the background, long forgotten. After a long day or an operation– though nowadays it was getting harder and harder to tell the difference between the two. 

Once he’d even pushed you up against the door of the Hard Deck’s bathroom and hastily shoved your dress up your legs. That was fun. You think back on that night often. 

His whispered apologies: I know. I know you’re working, honey, and it’s a bad time. But you look so damn good in that dress and I just have to have you now. Think you can forgive me? The way his green eyes glimmered in the dim light, lips pulled into a smirk, because he knew there was no way you’d tell him no. Not by then, when you could feel the warmth of his breaths against your damp panties. He’d drawn your attention, and your desire, the moment he walked into the door with his friends.

Yeah, Jake “Hangman” Seresin was an insatiable man, but really, you weren’t complaining.  

So you’re not surprised to find yourself tossed haphazardly onto the bed, with Jake worming his way between your legs the moment he gets home. 

“Jake,” you giggle. “Slow down.” 

He grabs your ankles and drags you to the edge of the bed. “Can’t, honey. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.” 

“It’s been 9 days,” you gasp, sliding down the bed. 

Jake lifts your leg and kisses your calf. “It’s been too long,” he repeats, a smirk on his face, and a hunger in his eyes. 

“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes.

Mischievous eyes lock with yours, lips still dragging up the skin of your leg. “You wound me, baby.” He bites the bend of your inner knee.  “Can’t a man miss his wife?” 

“Miss his wife, or miss something else?” You lift your eyebrows.

Jake chuckles. “Little bit of both.” He rubs his hands down your thighs. “That a bad thing?” 

“‘M not complaining.” You let your legs fall open. 

Jake’s gaze darkens. He trails his hand up your inner thigh, fingers hooking into the front of your small sleep shorts. 

“Y’know how much I love these things,” he mumbles, his voice all gravel. “Did you wear them for me?” 

“Maybe,” you say coyly. 

You had. It was quite a gamble on the timing though. You had a ballpark range for how long the operation was supposed to take, but not an exact return date. Thankfully he had come back tonight, because you’d nearly gone through your entire wardrobe of shorts.

Jake runs his fingers up your calf, fingers rubbing circles on your bare skin. “God, I missed ya,” he mumbles under his breath. 

Jake looks at you like he’s trying to decide where to start. Slowly, meticulously taking his time. You imagine it was how he got when planning out an operation. 

A thousand scenarios play out in his head, and they all end the same, with you coming apart on his cock. Sometimes you’re on your stomach, sometimes you’re on your side. Sometimes you’re a drooling mess, sometimes you come with a whimper. It all ends the same. But how he gets to that point, well, there lies the fun of it all. 

He takes you in, gaze roaming your body like fire. His eyes slide down your body, snagging on your shirt bunched up under your breasts, dragged there when he tugged you towards the edge of the bed. His mouth waters at the bare skin of your stomach and hips. With a little luck, in a few minutes you’ll sport twin bruises on your hip bones from his teeth. 

His lust-blown gaze lingers on your shorts, and the prize that lies beneath them. He tugs at the waistband of your shorts again, with a thoughtful expression that makes something hot twist inside your core. 

“You just gonna stare at me all day?” You bite your bottom lip. 

Jake chuckles. “Oh no, honey. I’m just trying to figure out where to start.” 

“How about like this?” You twist your fingers into the bottom of his shirt and pull him down on top of you. 

He leans over you, supporting his weight on his elbows. “Like this?” His fingertips stroke your cheek. 

Your eyes flit down to his lips, mouth going dry. “Uh huh.” 

Jake closes the distance, brushing his lips over yours. What starts as an innocent kiss quickly turns hungry when he slips his tongue past the seam of your lips. You can taste the faintest hint of the spearmint gum he chews, and the coffee he must have drunk to stay awake on the drive home. 

He gently lays the rest of his weight on top of you, molding his body to yours. You arch into the solid mass of his warm chest, feeling anchored there when his arms snake around you. On instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, using the leverage to grind your hips against his. 

Jake sucks in a breath. One of his hands slides down your back to grasp at your ass, sealing you to him as you slide into a clumsy rhythm. Your lips part, and your warm, dewy breaths fan over Jake’s face. Your soft whimpers, and Jake’s hungry grunts fill the room. It’s desperate and messy, and Jake thinks he might come in his pants then and there like a goddamn teenager. 

With great effort, he unlocks your thighs from his waist, and puts a little space between the two of you. 

Your kiss-swollen lips twist into a pout. 

“Sorry, baby.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Wouldn’t want this to be over too soon, now would we?”  

Before you can dwell on the loss of friction, Jake’s lips are on the move, tracing a searing path across your jaw and down your neck. His teeth nip at your pulse, tongue laving afterwards to soothe the sting. A breathy whine falls from your lips when he stretches the collar of your shirt to kiss your chest. 

He continues his downward trek, pausing only for a moment to leave wet kisses on each of your peaked nipples. Your stomach receives his attention next– gentle kisses and bites that make it flutter. Hangman reaches your hips, and makes good on his mental promise to leave marks. By the time he pulls away to survey his handiwork, you’re a whimpering, sticky mess. 

Two perfect bruises in the crescent shape of his teeth. He kisses them gently, and tugs down your shorts. 

You are embarrassingly aware of how turned on you are. Your panties stick to the damp folds of your cunt. They literally peel away under his touch. 

“Goddamn,” Jake mutters, total reverence in his voice. “All this for me?” He asks, running the tip of his finger over your dripping cunt. 

“Y-yes.” You nod. 

He sucks his finger into his mouth. “Attagirl.” His eyes flutter shut, and when they open again, they’re nearly black. 

The way he watches you is obscene. It makes your skin hot, and your cunt somehow wetter. It’s too much, this desire that grows within you. And all Jake is doing is watching, as if he wants to goad you into action. 

You close your legs, rubbing your thighs together for some friction, and Jake shakes his head sharply. 

“No.” He clicks his tongue. “None of that.” He kneels in front of you and throws your legs over his shoulder. “Let me look at ya, honey. Just wanna appreciate ya, is all. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you just dripping for me.” There’s an edge of admiration in his tone. 

Jake keeps you on edge with teasing touches. The skate of his fingertips up your inner thigh. The brush of his lips against the bend of your knee. Over and over again, until you can’t take it anymore.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, with a shiteating smirk on his face. “Talk to me.” 

“You know.” 

“I do.” Jake tips you a wink. “I just wanna hear you say it.”

You glare at him petulantly. 

“C’mon, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want.” He leans forward and kisses the crux of your inner thigh. 

“Iwantyourmouth.” You whisper, the words running together until they’re barely recognizable. 

Jake tilts his head to the side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that.” 

You roll your eyes. “You heard me.” 

“I’m afraid not, pretty girl. Must be all the time I spend around those jet engines.” 

“I said–” The words nearly come out in a whine. “I want your mouth.” 

“There we go. That wasn’t so bad,” Jake praises. His lips resume their pilgrimage up your inner thigh, tongue sweeping out to taste your skin. 

When his mouth finally touches your clit, you jump. It’s heaven. The warmth of his lips wrap around you. He slurps at you messily, spit and slick mixing in a shine that covers his chin. He savors the taste of you, the one that drives him wild, the one he dreams about when he’s away. He can’t get enough of you. His tongue swirls over you feverishly, hungrily, determined not to let a bit of you go to waste.

Above him, you shudder and shake. Hips lifting to meet his frenzied mouth. His name, among other expletives, falls from your lips. You’re really just babbling at this point, speaking just to speak. Mixing praises with pleas. The sensations feel too good to put into words. 

Jake pushes your legs back, nearly folding you in half. Holding you still as his mouth works you over. One of his hands travels up your body, and two fingers prod at your lips. You suck them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits. 

His lips pop off your clit just for a moment to say “Good girl.” You clench around nothing and gush all over his chin. 

You don’t stay empty for long. Those two long fingers leave your lips and fill your cunt. Slowly at first, and then build into a steady rhythm. The curl of his fingers inside you has you seeing stars, reaching places you can’t even hope to find on your own. Each thrust brings another wave of pleasure, throwing you closer and closer to the edge. Your toes curl, your heart hammers your breath stutters, and Jake continues consistent through it all. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart.” Jake groans. “Feel so fucking good wrapped around my fingers. Squeezing ‘em so tight. Can’t wait to fuck you.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut. That bright beautiful thing builds inside you, and you lurch towards it hungrily, eagerly. Pleading for it to overtake you in its all-consuming glory. 

He knows you’re close. Call it intuition, call it the knowledge that comes with prolonged intimacy. Whatever it is, he knows, and he wants it. 

“You gonna come?” He mumbles, drunk on you. 

You nod. “Uh huh.” 

“That’s it. Come, baby. Whenever you’re ready,” he coaxes. “Wanna taste you. Want to so bad.”

Jake doubles down on his efforts. Fingers and tongue never stopping their glorious assault. Your body seizes under his touch, ratcheting tighter and tighter until you break. You gasp for air, chest heaving as the dam breaks. 

You’re vaguely aware that you’re sobbing Jake’s name. At least you think you are– you’re so far gone that you could be saying anything. The broken syllables shatter off of the walls, each one going straight to Jake’s cock. 

“There’s my girl, there she is.” 

“Jake.” 

“I know, baby, I know. Give it to me. That’s a good girl. Fuck you’re so beautiful.” 

Though your body goes limp, Jake stays in place. That insatiable urge within him driving him to lick you clean. He gladly takes everything you offer and then some. Even after your consciousness finally slams back into your body, and you’re able to suck down a lungful of sweet air. Even after you try to wiggle away from him. Even after you whimper with sensitivity. Even after he somehow manages to pull a second, albeit smaller, orgasm from you.  

A last sharp tug to his hair and a shudder has him pulling away with a sated smile. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand. You notice his eyes are back to their usual green. The beast must have finally been tamed. 

Jake crawls his way up your body, settling on top of you once more. 

You roll your head to the side and fix him with a grin. 

“Don’t tell me you’re getting tired on me,” he mumbles, kissing the sensitive skin of your throat. “We’re just getting started.”

“Whose fault is it for wearing me out?” You twist your fingers through his hair and scratch at his scalp. 

Jake hums, leaning into your touch. “Gotta build up your endurance again.”

“How are you planning to do that?” You raise an eyebrow. 

Jake meets your eyes, that signature glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve got a few ideas,” he mumbles, kissing along your jaw. 

“Yeah?” 

“Uh-huh.” His lips tickle your skin as he whispers his salacious plan in your ear. 

Let’s just say you were in for a very long, very pleasurable, night. 

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x reader #jake seresin fanfic #hangman fanfic #top gun maverick #i literally wrote this like a person possessed holy shit

[holybibly]

You're so right on your possessive piece on san, seonghwa, and mingi. Especially mingi that boy is so possessive! And he loves attention. Hard thoughts here, just imagine him catching you staring at all his rings on his big hands OR THOSE THIGHS. And him teasing you about it cause you're so cute when you blush. Also pussy drunk mingi >>> he eats out on the counter, in his studio, in the bed, everywhere. Your writing is so amazing and it's so fun to see all your thoughts through hard thoughts week 💚💚

Just a reminder, the hard / unholy hours will continue for the rest of the week.

Thank you, darling. I'm trying so hard to write more and better so that you can continue to enjoy my work. Frankly, I love praise, but I'm always terribly embarrassed by it. But I really appreciate everything you've said 💖💖💖

And now it's time for a bit of talk about my toxic boys. I hit the nails on the heads, didn't I? I have a feeling that practically all of my bunnies are of the same opinion. They give off that vibe, don't they? And I should probably just write something for them. I'm kind of crazy about this concept and I'm not ashamed of it at all.

Oh Mingi, he's definitely a pussy eater and yes, he's fucking drunk on it. (Slightly off-topic, but I'm sure Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Hongjoong feel the same way. As if they want spent a lifetime between your legs. San is definitely an oral fixation and enthusiast. As for Yunho, Yeosang and Jongho, I think they don't mind eating you. But it's not high on their list of priorities.)

I think that at the beginning of your relationship he would have been a little bit shy about it. But, hell, he'll find it harder to control himself the more time you spend together. Poor guy just wants to stick his tongue up your sweet little cunt, sue him for that.

So when he finally gets to do it, all hell is going to break loose. God, he can never get enough of you, can he? He's got this wild hunger inside him. It's clawing at him from the inside. He needs you so badly.

You're his perfect breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

"It's all just for me." Mingi moans. He leans forward and licks a thick strip of your cunt. You cry out at the hot sensation, at the wet and skillful tongue sliding through your folds, and your head falls back onto the pillow as you feel his fingers stretch your labia to give him better access.

He pulls away for a split second, just long enough for him to hum lowly and mutter under his nose, "So damn wet and only mine." Your hands are gripping the sheets, and he's even more enthusiastic as he dives back in, opening you wide for his insatiable mouth.

Your nipples are so hard they hurt, and your head is spinning from all the sensations. He's driving you crazy, but for Mingi, this is just a warm-up; he hasn't even started to eat you for real yet.

Mingi swirls his tongue greedily around your hole a few times before going deep and fucking you too fast with his talented tongue, enough to make your walls clench tightly around him. After a few more thrusts, he pulls back and uses a long, slow lick to catch the large amount of fluid that is leaking out of you, his tongue pressing down flat and heavy on you. He licks you like an animal, panting and growling at the taste of you. When he reaches your clit, he gently glides his tongue over the sensitive bud several times, finally pulling it into his mouth to suck on it, causing you to moan loudly and desperately.

"Oh, fuck. Damn, M-Mingi. Oh God!"

You swear you can feel him smiling at you with a smug and lecherous smile as he returns to your hole to start all over again, but with even more desire and hunger. His guttural moan sends a wave of destructive vibrations through you.

He's pretty damn good at it.

You lose track of how many times he repeats this process until the excitement overwhelms you so much that you think you may die.

Since he started fucking you with his tongue, you have no idea how much time has passed. Hours, maybe even days. Mingi certainly has the look of a man who could do this forever.

"I can't do it anymore." You say, and the desperation in your voice is so clear to hear. 

"Do you want to cum, doll?" He mumbles, pressing his cheek against your inner thigh, his gaze so foggy and distracted that he will be completely whipped for you. "You can do it. If you want to. Cum for me, doll. Let me drink you more."

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[maladaptiveobsession]

What if charlie found a soul that came to the hotel but had already sold part of their soul to some other overlord and this time sue actually fights the overlord and gets your soul back... But why would she give it back to you its safe with her anyway

“safe and sound”

yandere charlie x reader

contains: gn reader, obsessiveness, manipulation, brief implication of violence, brief mention of abuse/exploitation, charlie is slightly disturbed

word count: 867

a/n: i actually cackled when i saw this prompt. hope this is to your liking!

Your arrival at the hotel sparked great interest and intrigue for all the guests. Charlie was noticeably invested in your growth. Such unwavering support would have been alarming in any other context, but Charlie was well known for her compassion and commitment. You happily disregarded all concerns, taking her dedication as a testament to her caring nature. Above all, you felt grateful to have captured the attention of such a well-known figure in hell.

Charlie was most thrilled to have another guest, especially one who showed such promise. She took every opportunity to share her excitement, showering you in praise every step of the way. You were doing so well, after all! It was clear to all just how significant an impact you were making, not just to Charlie but to the entirety of the hotel’s occupants. Her unwavering enthusiasm and support were a constant source of motivation, fueling your determination.

It was evident to all who knew Charlie just how fond she had grown of you during your stay. The bond you’d built had become a dependency in a world filled with uncertainty and fear. As your redemption neared—so close you could almost taste it—something dark and heavy twisted in Charlie’s gut. The growing unease forced her to confront the harsh reality of eventually losing you. Disturbing thoughts clawed at her mind relentlessly, and guilt gnawed at her conscious. What was happening to her?

How could she claim to care for you yet still entertain the idea of sabotaging your progress? She grappled with the conflicting emotions. If you love someone, shouldn’t you let them go? Yet the thought of losing you made her heart heavy with ache, perhaps more so than the betrayal you’d ultimately feel.

With each passing day, her longing for you grew. You consumed her every thought, driving her to the point of desperation. She yearned for the sound of your voice, the warmth of your touch, and the comfort of your presence. Each moment without you became unbearable, leaving her feeling incomplete and adrift—lost in a sea of uncertainty and longing. The separation felt like a cruel and unbearable punishment. She had an insatiable hunger for your love and affection; her yearning for you only continued to escalate, a deep and unrelenting ache that threatened to consume you both whole.

Alastor, ever the silent menace, observed Charlie’s growing obsession with great delight. Who knew Charlie had such darkness under that joyful exterior? Such lovely entertainment you were turning out to be! He supposed she just needed a push to take initiative. Alastor was more than happy to provide that push.

How curiously she responded when informed of your well-hidden ordeal—your soul entangled with another overlord. He marveled at the unraveling emotions—the depth inconceivable—as she realized the extent of your suffering and how you endured abuse and exploitation with minimal complaint. The devastation and disbelief ignited a fire neither knew could burn so bright, quickly replacing those overwhelming feelings with chilling rage.

You’d been suffering this whole time in silence! Could she have been any more blind?

She’d refrained from using the power she wielded and had always disliked issuing commands, but now the desire to make your abuser pay consumed her. Alastor was more than happy to assist; the unfolding entertainment was more than satisfactory as payment.

The transfer of your contract was a simple ordeal, with the promise of sparing your abuser from her wrath. Of course, she happily neglected to mention Alastor in her deal. Whatever agony he had planned was beyond her control. The dark satisfaction she felt as she listened to their screams sent a tight grin to her lips. The sight sent a shiver down Alastor's spine and momentarily unsettled his demeanor. He wondered just how deeply that obsession was rooted and how far she might go to protect you. How entertaining indeed!

She hadn’t anticipated that once she had your soul securely in her possession, those sinister cravings would intensify.

Won’t you let her hold onto it for just a little while longer? It’s only until you’re redeemed, okay? There’s no safer place than by her side! No one would be able to take advantage of you again. She could protect you and treat you well! You trust her, don’t you?

Charlie had always believed in sacrificing her own happiness for the ones she loved, but now she couldn't help but entertain that selfish desire to keep you close. Together, you can build your own paradise—heaven in hell. She can offer you the same solace and peace you so crave. And in her passionate plea, she hopes you might come to understand the depths of her affections and the lengths she would go to protect you. Especially if protecting you means never letting you go.

She may have been hesitant of her creeping darkness at first, but has come to embrace it. She’s convinced herself she’s only doing what is best for you. Though she’s delusional, her affections are genuine. You’ll come to find comfort in her obsession; you lost that choice the moment you stepped into the hotel.

Make yourself comfortable; you’ll be a guest at the hotel for all of your enteral afterlife.

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[buttersmama]

CRIMSON VEIL

Crazy obsessed fan recreates his favourite author's murder scenes from his book (choi yeonjun referred to as Daniel hunter- his pen name)

Warnings: obsession, murder, gore, demonic symbols (mention), hurting please proceed with caution!!

choi yeonjun, known to the world as Daniel Hunter, had always been captivated by the mind of darkest villains. He reveled in fabricating tales of murder mysteries, weaving intricate webs of intrigue and suspense that kept his readers yearning for more. His books were celebrated, his storytelling skills praised, and his pseudonym became synonymous with the chilling tales.

To say that Yn was fascinated with Daniel’s works would be a colossal understatement. He didn’t merely read the novels, he consumed them with an insatiable hunger. Yn dissected every page, every sentence, and every word with meticulous precision. He unearthed hidden meanings and reveled in the artistry behind each murder scene.

For Yn, these were not just books, They were sacred texts, and Daniel Hunter was his literary deity. His admiration for the author knew no bounds. Yn’s room had been transformed into a shrine dedicated to Daniel’s work. Every inch was plastered with crime scene photos, excerpts from the novels, and handwritten notes analyzing the meticulous details of each murder.

It was an obsession that bordered on madness, a testament to the profound impact Daniel’s writing had on his life. Late at night, while the world slept, Yn delved into the depths of darkness. He tirelessly studied criminal psychology, immersing himself in the minds of the killers depicted in the novels. Yn was relentless in his quest to understand the darkest corners of the human psyche, the very places where Daniel drew his inspiration.

All to make Daniel’s ‘art’ as yn considered, come to life.

In “Crimson Veil,” Daniel Hunter had penned a scene that sent chills down the spines of his readers. The murder was a macabre dance of violence, meticulously detailed in the pages of his novel. The room, depicted in hauntingly vivid language, was cloaked in shadows, save for a single source of light casting eerie crimson hues. On the bloodstained carpet, a lifeless figure lay, their pallid face twisted in eternal anguish. The walls bore cryptic symbols and menacing graffiti, seemingly whispering the secrets of the deranged killer. The weapon, a gleaming knife, lay beside the lifeless body, its blade still wet with fresh blood. Crimson splatters adorned the walls, ceilings, and even the once-pristine windowpane, turning the scene into a nightmarish canvas of death and despair.

Yn, had recreated the exact murder scene from the pages of “Crimson Veil.” The parallels were uncanny, the similarities unsettling. In the real world, a lifeless body lay, the room cloaked in the same shadows and eerie crimson lighting. The walls were adorned with the same cryptic symbols and menacing graffiti, as if Yn had plucked them from the pages of the novel. The weapon, a gleaming knife, lay beside the lifeless body, its blade still wet with fresh blood. Even the crimson splatters adorned the walls, ceilings, and windowpane, as if Yn had taken Daniel’s words as gospel, breathing life into the darkest corners of fiction.

The distinction between creator and re-creator, fiction and reality, had blurred beyond recognition. Yn had, with eerie precision, made Daniel’s ‘art’ come to life, and the line that separated the two worlds had become an abyss of obsession and darkness.

It all started with an online forum where the admin, an avid fan of crime fiction, talked about how the new murder case had a striking resemblance to Daniel’s “Crimson Veil.” The post drew the attention of fellow enthusiasts who were quick to note the eerie parallels between the real-world crime and the fictional murder meticulously crafted by the author.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the virtual community, with users dissecting the similarities in chilling detail. They combed through the descriptions in “Crimson Veil” and compared them to the grisly details emerging from the murder investigation. The alignment was uncanny—the shadows, the bloodstains, the cryptic symbols—all bore a striking resemblance to Daniel’s haunting prose.

After a few weeks had passed since the horrifying murder, the police force had made efforts to assure the public about their safety. It was a strategy to provide a semblance of security, even if the reality was far more unsettling. The public, in their quest for comfort, clung to the notion of safety, accepting the reassuring words of the authorities. Ignorance, in this case, was indeed bliss.

It was in this atmosphere, when the initial shock had given way to cautious relief, that Daniel decided to make an announcement. He had delayed a fan meeting that was originally scheduled to take place, blaming the circumstances surrounding the murder.

The announcement was met with a mixed response. Some fans were understanding, appreciating his consideration for the timing. Others, however, felt a lingering unease, a reminder of the unsettling connection between his work and the real-world horrors that had unfolded. As the date for the fan meeting drew closer, the anticipation and trepidation among his fans and the public grew, creating an atmosphere tinged with both excitement and lingering fear.

Yn, the fan whose obsession with Daniel’s work had taken a chilling turn, closely followed every move of his idol. When he learned of the announcement for the delayed fan meeting, his reaction was a complex blend of emotions, a sinister concoction of excitement, anticipation, and the darkness of his own obsession.

The news sent shivers of eagerness down Yn’s spine. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now it was within reach. The thought of finally meeting the author face-to-face, of being in his presence, was intoxicating. Yn’s mind raced with the possibilities, the conversations they could have, the connection he believed was destined to be.

The day of the fan meeting had arrived, and for most attendees, it was a day of excitement and anticipation. They gathered in a large, well-lit hall, where Daniel would soon make an appearance to meet his adoring fans. The atmosphere was electric, buzzing with chatter, laughter, and the eager rustling of novels and merchandise.

Among the crowd, Yn stood at the forefront, his demeanor a stark contrast to the fanfare around him. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes locked on the entrance where Daniel would soon appear. Yn’s excitement was palpable, but it was a sinister kind of excitement, one that spoke of a deeper, darker devotion.

As Daniel finally walked onto the stage to thunderous applause, Yn’s heart raced. The moment had come, the moment he had been waiting for, not as a fan seeking an autograph but as a disciple, ready to claim his place.

The fan meeting proceeded, with fans asking questions, sharing their love for the author, and relishing the chance to be in his presence. Yn, too, had questions, but his were laced with a intense curiosity.

As Yn sat down in front of his idol, he carefully handed his cherished copy of ‘Crimson Veil’ to Daniel. The author, with his characteristic sweet smile, graciously accepted the book. It was a gesture that sent Yn’s heart racing, a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins.

Yn couldn’t help but stammer out his admiration, “Mr. Hunter, your work means everything to me. Meeting you is like a dream come true.”

Daniel, though surprised by the intensity in Yn’s voice, replied with a gentle nod and a soft-spoken, “I’m so glad to hear that. It’s the support of readers like you that keeps me going.”

The moment stretched, a palpable tension in the air as their eyes met. Yn’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as his eyes began to wonder finding the correct words, “Your writing is so… inspiring. It’s like you’ve taken the darkest corners of my mind and put them on paper.”

Daniel, though unsettled, managed a faint smile, “I’m fascinated by the human psyche. It’s what drives my storytelling.”

Yn’s heart raced at the gesture his hands moved on their own as if they possessed free will of their own grasping the writer's hand. The audience gasped in response, but Yn paid no mind to their reactions. He was entranced, his focus consumed entirely by the man sitting before him.

Daniel’s smile, once sweet and welcoming, now bore a hint of curiosity and uncertainty. He had encountered enthusiastic fans before, but Yn’s intensity was unlike anything he had experienced and that scared him.

Then, as the fan meeting drew to a close, Yn couldn’t resist one final, chilling moment. He whispered, his voice barely above a breath, “Oh, Daniel, how I would kill for your next book.”

A chill ran down Daniel's spine, his eyes meeting Yn’s.

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LYRICS. pornstar!au, oral sex, daddy kink, male body worship, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, desperation, dumbification, begging, pet names, edging, riding, spanking, manhandling, praise, creampie, gagging, dirty talk, exhibitionism, roughness, unprotected sex, strong language.

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as crazy as it sounds, as unimaginable as it seems, as unbelievable as it gets, gojo satoru is a man that never fails to surprise you. your pretty boyfriend, being a famous pornstar was already too much of a shock, even if you knew from the beginning of your years-long relationship, there was some hidden jealousy as you skipped through the comments of other women drooling over his pretty cock, women complimenting his leg-opening videos on twitter — the ones that showed everything below his face. making porn, for him, was more like a hobby, he did not even care for the money, just for the fun, just to feed his ego a bit more. yet, his fans did not know about the many times you were behind the camera, staring at his needy eyes, while pushing two fingers inside your cunny silently, motivating him into fisting his big dick faster for the sake of quality. and so, even with all that craziness, all that exposure, you never really showed active interest in being a part of his little project, however, you never said you wouldn’t…

…you must have been out of your mind. in the end, as he laid against the headboard, there you were, in between his legs, sucking his cock with an insatiable hunger and, undeniable lust. also, not forgetting to mention, with a camera recording every single detail. from how you hollowed your cheeks, to how your eyes were harshly closed, to your furrowed eyebrows, and, to your hands twisting what was left of his cock — of what you couldn’t suck, since it already has been hitting the back of your sore throat. featuring gojo’s heavy groans, his constant focus on the screen of the machine in front of you. a burning ache in between your thighs as he held the back of your head, pulling onto the hair tighter, pushing it further down the length, gags echoing alongside the wet noises from the cock-sucking. your obsession with his cock was sick, so much that you’d pretty much want to take gojo in your mouth at any time, anywhere, without caring whoever could see, and that, oh how you liked that — letting everyone know you’re his and that he is yours, fully, now, you’ll let all of his fans know that.

“fuck, what a sweet lil’ mouth, hm… baby.” he groaned, not looking at you directly in the eyes, scrunching his face slightly as he attempted to pay attention to fitting the image of you on the screen of the camera, again, for quality. “you guys see that? such a fucking, fuckin’ amazing pretty slut.” your legs squished together, your jaw twitched and almost locked wide, pulling out with a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. eyes halfway open, fixated on him from down below, smudged makeup.

“i fff-ucking love y’r cock, daddy.” you praised drunkly, breathing through your mouth, so cock-dumb for him. kitty licking the rosy head, right on that line you knew he was sensitive, earning that cute moan from the white-haired.

“i know, now go on ‘n suck it up, okay?” that same hand gripping onto your hair, once more pushed it harshly down, noticing how his dick twitched and fit differently inside your throat. gagging was an instant reaction and not even needing to have your head bury onto his crotch to do so. tears began streaming, even more, down your cheeks. up and down motions, stuffed with his cock in your mouth, whining in both pain and arousal, holding onto his crotch and upper thighs for what could be support as he mercilessly led you. those felt like the longest seconds of your life, sucking the soul out of that man, gojo was nearly approaching his high, since this activity had been going for a while now, even before the red light from the camera had started blinking. being able to hear the wetness and gags, the needy slurps, the somewhat guttural but then, puppy whines spilling from his glossy lips. his cock turning a reddish pink, the skin getting sensitive and twitchy inside your tight mouth, thrusting his hips up slightly, sloppily. while happily pleasuring him, you had the thought you’d be getting rewarded with the milky liquid you so very much loved, however, he frantically pulled your head away from his cock. and that, for his misfortune, led you to become a complaining whiny bitch. “shut up.” gojo, ironically gently and lowly ordered, knowing he had the upper hand. since, if you didn’t obey, you’d get nothing more than that, this night. which would make him angry, haughty, annoying and, very, very upset for having you ruin a perfect opportunity to get an amazing video of you both fucking each other. “go on top, let’em see ya ride my cock real nice, okay, sweetheart?” readjusting the camera as he spoke. it, kind of, just seemed, very slightly, that it was as if he was more focused on it than on you… quietly and obediently hopping above him, making yourself comfortable on his lap, lifting your hips to make sure your panties were discarded, thrown somewhere across the room. your fingers playing with your own folds, noticing the low gushing sounds from your aroused wet pussy.

“‘m so wet for you, daddy.” dainty voice, low but loud enough for it to sound like a whisper on video. the man proudly chuckled, holding onto the machine, glancing to where you touched yourself for an instant.

“show me what ya got, baby.” aligning yourself with his fully hard cock, pretty pink tip, a few, but nice veins pumping so hard against your palm, twitching as you sank your hips down. his groan lasted until he was all the way inside you, as you left a loud gasp from letting the air you held in, out — your lips apart, eyelids closing. “fuck.” he repeated grunting lowly. supporting yourself onto his lower abs, leaning forward just a bit, legs already trembling a little. your pussy clenching real hard around gojo, he even thought that if you moved, he’d literally cum in you on an instant. yet, once you sloppily jumped for the first time, an imperfect move, yet it felt so accurate, it felt “so fucking good, baby.” an encouraging moan, directing the lenses to where both your bodies connected — gojo looked like a child playing with a new toy. while forming the pace, speeding up just slightly, letting all your weight fall on him as he quickly noticed you wouldn’t be able to keep up for much longer, his unoccupied hand rested over your hip. the large palm gripped onto your skin, really feeling the flesh there, starting to guide your moves, back and forth with the strength he could offer. having you ride that man, making waves with your body, whining needy mumbles.

“d-daddy, ‘m i being a nice, nice girl?” so intimately asking, clenching your pussy at your own words, tits bouncing at each of your lazy thrusts. even by questioning such things, gojo left you unanswered, throwing his head back for a second, breathing through his mouth, chest rising and hand tightened onto your skin. lots of daddy, daddy, daddy was all you could repeat, no air on your lungs, no power nor strength. “pl-plwease!” choking on your own words, your mouth unable to pronounce simple vowels and consonants. begging, begging for him to do something. “pay ‘ttention to me, daddy!” almost as if screaming his name afterwards — but you couldn’t, he never shared his name. now, he heard more pleas of please! please! descending, mixing in with his restrained grunts, close to smashing the camera from the harsh grip on it, thrusting his hips up leisurely just to relieve some of the tension. his head still thrown back, eyes closed and the other hand guiding you. tears forming on your waterline, beginning to sob as the orgasm had been built so quickly, you were on the edge. “‘m gonna cum, daddy! daddy, i need you, please!” riding with will and what was left of your strength, going full power, your clit rubbing against the bump of his crotch. the loud gushing noises, due to your intense wetness, the squirt beginning to come out, yet you held it in so good.

“so fucking desperate.” finally, gojo muttered, exhaling and groaning in that seductively manner. letting go from the camera, throwing you away from him with both hands on your waist, might as well have turned you around enough to lay you on your back, while doing that — and in the middle of what could have been a great orgasm. your body tingled, burning so much, it seemed as if you’d die if another second went by if he wasn’t fucking you raw until your cunt couldn’t take it anymore. gojo pulled your hips up, lifting your shaking legs as you, now, let out lots of hurried yes!yes!yes! with a sweet, melodious and honeyed voice. burying one side of your face on the sheets, your back arched so much, bending your body almost in half, and he did all of that for you.

“daddy, wan’ you, so desperate for you, so so so— interrupted by a whine of your own, as he pounded his cock into your pussy for the first time, it fit perfectly, more than perfectly — just a little tight but it was always like that, meaning an exceptional fit. “hm, yes! fuck, fuck, daddy!” that was the only word you knew, it made up 99.99% of your vocabulary for now. he almost, almost pulled out, and that made you think you’d die, then, he slammed in again, slapping one of your ass cheeks repeatedly, jolting at the actions combined — followed by a short, languid and unprepared whine. gojo was simply repeating those actions, as you squirmed under him, hearing him either chuckle at your delightful suffering or groan, with your synchronized pattern of moaning — as if they stuck on your throat, being able to only whine when he fucked his cock into you.

“wanted my fucking attention, now ya got it and’s fucking quiet.” with another deep pound, he stopped, staying still when all the way in. your gummy walls engulfed him, embracing him truthfully. this time, the slap hurt the most, it burned so much, he hit the same spot every time. but now, the man bounced your ass a little, both his thumbs so suddenly spreading your ass cheeks, that pause and what he just did could potentially mean your death. “should i try fucking this ass? maybe you’ll beg even more for my cock.” it was as if you had frozen, not a single whine would come out, perhaps it could be that it felt so amazing, so perfectly petrifying to notice every single vein, curve, all resting over your cervix — studying every single detail of the dick that could make you experience such wonders. then, you now noticed what he was actually doing, grabbing the camera beside you, pointing it at your pretty empty hole. “just look at it, wanna show everyone how good your ass’d take my cock, sweetheart?” your heart beat accelerated. “serve some purpose, at least, what’cha think?” breathing patterns all messed up.

“n-no! no, don’t wanna!” you begged, both from fear and embarrassment.

“don’ wanna be my cocksleeve, huh? don’ wanna show you’re my fucking cumslut, baby?” at your obvious contradictory lack of response, gojo laughed, letting go from your ass abruptly, hearing the sheets shuffle, until there was just a very precise pound that literally sent you to oblivion, unexpectedly. your head, impossibly sank even deeper into the mattress, along with your destroyed spine.

“g’nna cum! oh, fuck, fuck!” another spank on the ass, shivers ran all over your body as stars appeared in front of you, if you could even see anything. dumb-fucked, you squirted. legs spreading further as he still fucked you, kissing your cervix, the grunts getting louder, whimper-like now.

“come on, turn around, don’ wanna cum yet.” you effortfully did as he instructed, speed-light like. spreading your legs with his hands after he slicked his hair back, aligning once again, thrusting, but so very sloppily and desynchronized. gojo pushed your legs up, somewhat far apart and you tried your best to hold them still. your pretty face making such an overwhelming expression, puppy-like furrowed eyebrows, mouth in a slight “o” shape, combining dried tears on your cheeks and the short high-pitched whining. with that, he put two fingers in your mouth, leading you to instantly gag, eyes water again. middle and ring, those two long digits aiming for the back of your throat as your next orgasm approached, and you felt his cock twitch so hard, your walls impossibly clenched around him — slowing down his already leisure pace. gojo stuck a smug smirk on his goddamn pretty face, he knew you’d cum again, and exactly when you’d cum, you were sensitive, after all. and, that was exactly when you threw your head back, arching toes curled like before but harder, right at the time he hit your g-spot, so deep. muffling moaning from you, but he removed his hand once you were going fully through it, choking at the lack of it, and because gojo had to hold onto your waist to pound, for the last time, going in deeper than ever. staying there until there was a white ring of cum on the base of what was left of his cock. he slowly pulled out, having your cunt begin milking the cum out of him, completely driving him even more insane, and what a hot moan he left. fucking his cum softly into you, noticing the bump on your lower abdomen, his cock moving in and out, noticing too how slightly visible the way his seed filled you up. as both of you, breathless, went down your highs, barely conscious, gojo without any strength left, grabbed the camera and clicked some buttons, weakly, turning it off without a goodbye, throwing it across the bed. “no cameras for the rest of the week.”

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[becorbin]

5 Mothers Who Can't Love

1 | The Severely Narcissistic Mother

Drama, Deflection, Denial

Deeply insecure and filled with self-doubt which drives their hunger for approval and admiration

As children age more stress occurs for mother while less adulation is received

Mother progressively sees children, especially daughters, as their rival

May be intermittently affectionate

Takes credit for others’ accomplishments but blames others for her failures

Has an Insatiable appetite for attention

Overly dependent on other people’s opinions

Compelled to prove herself

Jealous & envious

Lacks empathy

Behaves emotionally & dramatically, even to the point of being bizarre

Disagreement with this mother triggers inner turmoil for her

Makes others feel guilty for pointing out her behavior

Overlooks her own shortcomings and emphasizes children (often daughters) deficits

Refuses to acknowledge her wrongdoing

She is above reproach

Lies/gaslights

“That never happened”

“I was only kidding”

“You’re being dramatic”

Challenges the child’s memory, their ability to think rationally and their worth

May assign a child that can do no wrong and a child that is the family scapegoat

Lack self-awareness and ability to be reflective

At their core is a deeply engrained personality disorder

There was likely rivalry in this mother’s upbringing

Daughters of The Severely Narcissistic Mothers

Often lack self-confidence & enthusiasm

Fantasize about being powerful and admired

Often go to great lengths for intermittent affection

Distrustful of praise

Live in their mother’s shadow during childhood

May have been “the child that can do no wrong” or the “family scapegoat”

Want to believe their mother has their wellbeing at heart & may resist accepting otherwise

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2 | The Overly Enmeshed Mother

Bonding Turned To Bondage

Their “closeness” is often suffocating, invasive and one way

The enmeshment dynamic soothes their own fear of abandonment

Can’t let go, pushes herself onto the children

Makes herself the center of the child’s world

Does not encourage her children to have their own free will

Hovers, rescues, advocates for child

This mother does not allow the child to have differing needs, desires, or feelings

Creates a dependent child

Hard to see where the child’s life ends and the mother’s life begins

Mother places the burden of their happiness on the child

Offers resources & support that illicit a sense of obligation and dependence

The child’s “best friend”

Does not respect privacy

“Let me do it for you”

Daughters of The Overly Enmeshed Mothers

Feel inadequate

Unable to develop their strengths

Not provided the space and opportunity to persevere

May lack the skills to problem solve

Difficulty enforcing boundaries with mother

Love equates to giving up their own desires

Feelings of guilt when expressing their own feelings

May be an adult, but often still a child emotionally

Feel they can’t survive without their mother

Lack autonomy

Attuned to mother’s emotional state

Putting themselves first feels like a crime

Lack confidence in their abilities

Both moth and daughter are clinging frightened children

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3 | The Control Freak Mother

“you’re doing it wrong”

Director of the environment, people, and project

Domineering, not subtle, authoritarian, possibly a bully

Controlling or bullying gives her a sense of power

Criticizes, insults, threatens

Children’s feelings and wants do not matter

Bossy or even cruel

All or nothing thinking

Likely doesn’t work well with others

This mother may have been the “preferred child” growing up

May feel underappreciated but refuse to let others help or heavily criticizes help

Micromanager and sees others as incompetent

Pays attention to details

May hold child to impossible standards

Rules, routines, drills

Typically this mother is displeased with her life

May have also had a controlling mother

Without a sense of empowerment, they feel lost

Daughters of The Control Freak Mothers

Learn to be a target; quiet, passive, tolerant

May fantasize about escaping

Feel the need to exert control as an adult

May put others needs before their own

Don’t trust their own judgment

Lack dignity and self-respect

Vulnerable

As adult may rebel or become a bully to exert their longing desire for autonomy (repeating the cycle)

May partake in self-destructive behaviors due to enormous anger that has built up

May be a people pleaser, bully, or perfectionist

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4 | Mothers Who Need Mothering

Sounds like someone’s got a case of the Mondays

Missing in Action

Checked out

Puts any energy they have into their own survival

Not available; shuts herself in her room or lays on couch for long periods of time

Doesn’t get kids ready for school

Withdrawn into their own world

May be at home, but not present

Will not notice your accomplishments

May sleep, watch TV, complain often, abuse drugs and alcohol

Doesn’t make meals

Mother morphs into a helpless and needy child

In a dark spiral of depression, ill and suffering

May not care for children or even herself

Lacks rules, discipline, and boundaries

Daughters of The Mother Who Needs Mothering

Take on role of parent

Try to make everything better

Pity their mother

Wise beyond their years

Responsible

Likely become caretakers by profession; often nursing, social work, and counseling

Ability to be cool, collected and capable

Often support others success and happiness but overlook their own

Do not put themselves first

May have protected mother, lied for her, defended her, been her confidant

Overdeveloped sense of guilt

Asking for help makes them feel weak

May feel angry, unappreciated or used

Ignores own feelings

A child in this role was not given opportunity to fully explore and develop their individual self

Trained to be an expert in others’ needs

Carries horrendous emotional load

Vigilantly anticipates possible difficulties to diffuse problems before they occur

Feels ashamed and inadequate that they cannot save their mother

Do too much, give too much

Has a treadmill of problems to be solved

Confuses love with pity

Do not understand reciprocal relationships that are free of the need to rescue

Have a sense of being an alien or being different

Have been robbed of a childhood

Chronically find themselves in a counseling/caregiving role (repetition compulsion)

Repetition compulsion; the need to repeat old behavioral patterns with the hope of getting different results

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5| Mothers Who Neglect, Betray, and Batter

Mother becomes monster

Unavailable, distant, cold

Preoccupied with themselves, self-centered

May overlook sexual abuse of children in order to avoid being abandoned themselves

Unwilling to pull children safety

May even blame children for being abused or molested

Children become a dumping ground for the mothers unresolved emotional baggage

Resent children, treat them as objects, blame them

Fail to protect them from predators and may abuse

May have been severely traumatized or from a loveless household

Never learned tenderness or empathy

Stranger to love

Children are the scapegoat for mother’s anger and feeling of helplessness

Look away and rationalize their children being abused

The truth becomes the enemy

Daughters of The Mothers who Neglect, Betray, and Batter

Fearful, angry, hungry for affection

Struggle to find themselves

Feel invisible, unwanted, ignored

Starved of attention, warmth, touch and support

Feel guilty and that things are their fault

Often expect the worst of people (may become an overprotective parent)

Paradoxically, may be desperate for love, overlook red flags; become a victim, again

Do not feel worthy of love

Feel angry inside which may lead them to become abusers

Feel violated, damaged and isolated

Unconsciously pulled towards unstable or dangerous partners

Never Underestimate The Power of Familiar

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Based on the book written by Claudia Black

Mothers Who Can't Love

In addition to defining common mothers who can’t love, this book also includes techniques to overcome the wounds inflicted. Some of the techniques include acknowledging the painful feelings, tapping into the wisdom within their anger and grief, changing behaviors, and setting boundaries.

♡

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated.”

Maya Angelou

♡

Healing comes from

looking at what happened

how it impacted you and

what you can do about it now

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The Effects of Neglect and Abuse of a Mother Can Be Severe

But The Healing Can Be Equally Dramatic.

♡

You were wounded,

not ruined.

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[thatwritingho]

27 and 23 for the lovely Ms Olive!!!

27. What is their romance’s theme song?

Olive and Pickles don't really have 'a song,' but if I'm picking for them, the first one that comes to mind is Howling by Syml, a song about worshiping and being insatiably hungry for your partner.

We made a fire in the purest way/When you explode, it's my holiday

Their relationship - as it stands currently in story, at least - got very intense very fast, both physically and emotionally. They have great natural chemistry.

I took too much, it was my mistake/But I can be blamed/I'm insatiable

Like I said in her vent post here, Olive feels a sense of intense hunger and voracity, and Pickles is desperate for love/acceptance/commitment(whether he wants to admit that or not). So, two love starved characters feeding off of each other. Things got too intense too quickly, Pickles got scared off and ghosted her for a few weeks.

Keep me howling, baby/I'll be your beast, I'll be your dog/Keep me howling, baby/And I'll keep begging you for more

But he came back, they talked it out, and the last 27k words of so story have been them having filthy, nasty, raunchy, makeup sex hehe. Pretty self explanatory, here. Olive is a sub, she very much does beg him for more. Many times. Her choker could be considered a collar, too, I suppose ;)

I lay me down at the feet of your beauty/Power my spirit, awaken within me/My blood and my body will sing out your praises/Save me save me save me now

Things get a little kinky. There's some god kink, some worshiping. And perhaps some actual godklok powers are triggered and some glowing red eye awaken whoops who said that? It gets religious, she's really blowing up his ego and giving him a god complex, here. At one point, Olive is at his feet. There's no blood this time, but her body is definitely squirting singing his praises, many, many, many times. And, well... they kind of want to save each other. They kind of need to save each other. They kind of will save each other. :)

23. Would they prefer reading books or listening to an audiobook? Besides, would they rather read for someone or have someone read for them?

Reading! Olive loves books - if it's something she doesn't have to pay a lot of attention to, she can do an audiobook, otherwise she prefers to devote her full attention to reading. Plus, she collects old medical books, and those don't have audiobook counterparts haha. And she reads a lot of manga, which, again, no audiobook for those.

And it depends on who is doing the reading. In general, she'd rather neither, and just read in silence haha. she doesn't much like talking, so if forced to pick would want to be read to, but... if it's Nathan? Toki? Skwisgaar? No. Nope. She's reading, or they'll be there all day. Pickles is the only one of the boys that can be trusted, and even then... depends on how sober he is.

#damn this got long #it was fun though! I don't often write around lyrics so this was a good challenge #i am feeling so relishy now though ahhhh #am I gonna go write more relish strap on smut now even though I just wrote so so so much? maybe. #is it gonna be comfort smut because I made myself cry earlier with that vent post? probably. #but that's okay. olive deserves to get her pussy ate then strapped down when she's sad. she's earned it. #olive axworthy #pickles the drummer #relish #metalocalypse oc #mtl oc

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

He wonders if, had he had a taste of friendship with all those things before returning to his reality, if he would feel quieter, and lonelier, and more sad, now that he wasn’t friends with them.

The answer is probably yes.

Wilbur tries not to think about this very often; it just makes him hungry for all the things he’ll never have. An insatiable hunger.

Wilbur wonders if Phil ever feels like this.

~~~

Finally, Wilbur settles on something, because he taps the screen once before lowering his hands, keeping hold of the phone and letting a song play from it.

Guitar. That’s what starts this song off.

Tommy tilts his head. He’s never heard this before. It’s a new song to him.

But it’s… pretty. As far as the first bit goes, at least; all gentle guitar and soft singing, all that. It sounds like something Ghostbur would like.

And then the chorus comes around, and Tommy’s eyes widen a little bit as the lyrics hit his ears.

“Jesus, my heart, your home. Jesus.”

Tommy flicks his gaze to Wilbur, inquisitive.

Wilbur gazes back, even and calm.

The song continues playing, and after a few seconds, Tommy turns his attention back to it. He’s paying more attention to the lyrics now.

“I will sing for you, all my days. Always quick to give you praise. When I was in sin, you saved my soul. No greater love will I ever know.”

“Do you go to church?” Tommy asks, because he couldn’t keep the question inside his chest any longer.

“No,” Wilbur answers, quick but sure. “Not really, no. I don’t even believe in most of the things this song talks about.”

“Oh. Then…” Tommy furrows his brow. “Then why do you listen to it?”

The song turns loud, strong guitar strums and almost yell-y singing, and Wilbur turns thoughtful, tilting his head ever so slightly as he looks off into the distance.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

The song keeps playing.

~~~

“You tried to revive Wilbur,” Ghostbur said, hoping that the king would understand what so few seemed to. “You tried to kill me."

~~~

Wilbur hums, and with a quick prayer to whoever is listening, Niki starts to drive.

~~~

Ranboo’s heart drops. Oh no.

“Hey, hey, um… W-Wilbur? What… what uh, what’s wrong?” Ranboo hurriedly kneels down, as close to Wilbur as he dares.

~~~

(Another one for heart because I wanted to share :)

No. Everything is warm and hazy, drifting in and out of focus with each beat of his heart—a heart which, as far as Wilbur can tell, is slow, lazy, irregular. Irregular. A wobbling spotlight that shines in the wrong places, doesn’t follow the cues.

~~~

“Hello!”

Wilbur blinks, peering up from his phone to see Ghostbur walking into the kitchen, blinking the sleepiness from his eyes. “Hey. I got, um…” He gestures vaguely to the island. “McDonald’s.”

“McDonald’s,” Ghostbur repeats, sounding inquisitive and amazed at the same time.

Wilbur blinks.

Ghostbur comes to a stop in front of the island, looking around at the paper bags filled with breakfast food. He blinks hard, as if trying to will away any leftover wisps of unconsciousness. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had McDonald’s.”

~~~

“You can sleep after this,” Tommy assures, hovering in case the cup spills from Ghostbur’s hands. “Just- make sure you drink enough, y’know. I don’t want you getting diehydrated or anything.”

Ghostbur doesn’t smile at Tommy’s joke, and Tommy suddenly feels lonely. Which is weird, because Ghostbur is right here. He’s not lonely.

His heart just gave a proper pang though, didn’t it?

“You’re not ever yourself after doctor visits,” Tommy says softly, watching as Ghostbur sips at the straw with nearly-closed eyes.

~~~

(Couldn’t find one for gentleness so I went with gentle instead!)

He hopes that his voice sounds gentle. He wonders if it’s possible to bend his voice in such a way that sounds gentle.

~~~

When they get inside, the song isn’t finished, so they stay in the living room and Ghostbur sways the both of them back and forth, back and forth, all the way until they finish na-na-na-na-ing. It doesn’t matter that they can’t see very well, with all the lights off; they know they’re both here. They can hear each other. Tommy can feel the soft wool of Ghostbur’s sweater sleeves.

They finish the last lyric, and for a few seconds, the whole house is quiet.

Ghostbur leans forward, pressing a kiss onto Tommy’s head. Tommy blinks as he pulls back.

Ghostbur smiles. “I think of you whenever I hear that song."

Tommy doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything.

As they both lay in bed, facing each other, Tommy moves a little closer than usual. Ghostbur keeps his eyes closed, but he rubs his thumb along Tommy’s arm until they both fall asleep, and that makes Tommy feel better.

When Tommy wakes up, the first thing he does is check to make sure Ghostbur’s still here. He is.

Ghostbur’s thumb is still resting against Tommy’s arm.

Tommy moves a little bit closer, and he falls back asleep.

~~~

“You could’ve been trying to pull a prank on me, or a joke.”

Wilbur’s heart twinges, just a bit. “I wouldn’t do that.”

Ghostbur says nothing.

“I’ll help you, alright?” Wilbur takes a step closer, water sloshing up his legs. “I’ll make sure nothing… bad happens, or anything.”

Ghostbur finally looks up, meeting Wilbur’s eyes. He looks skeptical.

Wilbur raises his brows. “Promise. Y’know, we’ll be like… we’ll be like brothers, right? This is the sort of thing brothers do!”

Ghostbur tilts his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps.”

“Look, I don’t wanna stay out here all day, man. Just try it. Look, you suck in a breath and hold it, so your body stays buoyant. See?” Wilbur breathes in to demonstrate, but Ghostbur wrinkles his nose.

“I know how to hold my breath.”

“Then do it, man! Come on!” Wilbur gestures at the water, grinning. “I’ll make sure you don’t sink. I’ll grab you if things go south, alright?”

Ghostbur looks at the water again, nodding after a few moments. “Okay.”

“It’s just fl-“ Wilbur cuts himself off, eyes widening with surprise as Ghostbur lowers himself down and takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes.

And Ghostbur freaking floats. He lays there in the water with his eyes shut and his freaking shirt on and he floats. He barely even moves, actually; just floats there, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

For a minute, he stays like that, and for a minute, Wilbur stares, not quite sure how to react to this.

I didn’t know he was going to do it that quickly.

After a minute, Ghostbur blinks his eyes open, quickly widening them as he tries to right himself.

“You’re fine,” Wilbur assures, stepping forward and letting Ghostbur cling to his arm and get pulled up. “See? Right here, just like I said.”

Ghostbur says absolutely nothing, squeezing Wilbur’s arm with both hands and breathing hard. His hair sticks to his forehead in a dark mess.

Wilbur realizes that his own hair probably looks the same.

“You did it, man.” Wilbur laughs, because there’s really nothing else to do. “You floated! Y’know? And I didn’t even have to do anything! Man, are you sure you don’t know how to swim? I’m being serious. Because that was fantastic, right there.”

Ghostbur stares at his hands, wrapped around Wilbur’s arm, and then he slowly brings his gaze upward, until they meet his brother’s. His eyes are wide. “That water is cold!”

Wilbur laughs again, louder. His feet nearly trip over themselves, but he manages to stay upright and not fall into the river. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”

“And… I floated.”

Wilbur smiles. “I suppose you did.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur glances at the water again, eyes dancing. He looks back to his hands, holding onto Wilbur, and blinks. He pulls his hands away. “I think I hurt you.”

Wilbur looks down, noticing how his skin is white where Ghostbur had held onto it. “Nah, I’m fine.”

“That might bruise.”

“It won’t.”

“I was just a little nervous.”

“I know. But you floated anyway.” Wilbur raises his brows. “Yeah?”

Ghostbur looses a breath through his mouth, nodding. “Yeah. I did, I did.”

Then he brightens. “Oh. I really did, didn’t I?”

“Heck yeah, man.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur slowly runs his fingers through the river, creating small waves. He smiles—a flickering sort of thing. “I did. I did.”

Wilbur grins. His arm probably will bruise—Ghostbur has a hard grip, man—but he can’t bring himself to care. He doesn’t care.

There’s birds chirping everywhere.

~~~

He glances at the window, watching orange light bleed through the closed blinds. Is it too early? He planned to do it tonight, after the sun set and the world grew cold.

But there’s nothing else to do.

Wilbur huffs a laugh that sounds more like a sickness. Might as well. The timing won’t change anything; it’s inevitable either way.

He grunts as he rises to his feet, wandering towards his dresser. The slivers of sunlight that worm their way between the blinds cast lines on the wall. Wilbur blocks them with his shadow.

~~~

“But,” Tommy continues, dipping a fry into some ketchup. “This makes it better.”

“What does?”

“Food. Five Guys. Even you.” He holds up the ketchup-dipped fry, waving it about with a glint in his eye. “I love salt!”

Wilbur huffs a smile, gazing at the table.

~~~

(Another one for love just because)

Ghostbur smiles, huffing quietly to himself. Tommy is very funny. He does such strange things. Ghostbur loves him more than he loves anything else.

~~~

(Annnnd another one)

Niki shakes her head. “My bakery is gone.”

“Wh… gone?”

“I burned it.”

He stops walking, and some of the leaves go quiet.

Niki walks ahead of him. After a second or two, she hears leaves again.

“Oh. Okay!” He comes up alongside her, and he’s taller than her, because he’s always been taller than her. “That seems like a strange thing to do to something you love. Why did you burn it?”

#my friend my friend my friend these are absolutely LOVELY words oh my goodness #they’ve got such a wonderful vibe 🥺 #EEEEEEE I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO SHARE THAT SNIPPET ABOUT GOSPEL MUSIC WITH YOU FOR ACTUAL MONTHS #EEEEEEEEEE #it was so much fun to write and so INTERESTING!!! #the song is Wait from the artist By The Tree :) #one of my favorite songs! #ough for that next snippet I got to write about ERET!!! who I haven’t really written about before :0 #he’s a sweet guy and I like him but he also came up with a plan to kill Ghostbur so aksgaksgkagsjsg #GASP RANBOOOOOOOO #he’s such a fun dude to write #I actually shared a lot of my Ghostbur & Tommy Modern AU in this post XD #it’s a very special fic to me #and I may share it with you soon Pinestripe!! :) #ough the song in the dancing snippet is Hey Jude by The Beatles #Ghostbur and Tommy are so softtttt 🥺 the softest brother’s imaginable #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OKAY!!! I’M NORMAL ABOUT THEM #they share a bed in this AU because they’re both very scared to be alone :( <3 #they love each other sooooo much #GHOSTBUR LEARNS TO SWIM (KINDA) YAYYYYY #look at Wilbur trying to be a good brother! proud of him :D #I wanna finish that Niki fic… I literally just need to come up with a good ending line #everything else for it is finished #ask #Pinestripe tag #story snippet #I hope you like these my friend!! :D #*the softest brothers imaginable

[warystares]

FULL NAME angel amadis cardona NICKNAME(S) angelbaby GENDER / PRONOUNS genderfluid / any pronouns AGE/ BIRTHDAY thirty-one / october 23rd OCCUPATION dancer + dealer AFFILIATION / ROLE jade tribe / soldier ORIENTATION / STATUS pansexual / single STRENGTHS charismatic + amorous + resourceful WEAKNESSES narcissistic + incendiary + entitled

HISTORY.

tw vaguely implied homophobia + drug use !

let there be no mistake ― angel cardona is a STAR ; fiery, compelling, easily the FIERCEST force of the universe to be reckoned with. ALL-CONSUMING. from the moment they're born, angel craves ― nay, DEMANDS ― the attention & affections of every stranger BLESSED enough to experience them. if their presence alone is not enough to catch at least a DOZEN curious gazes, then they'll ensure their personality COMMANDS it. as a child, angel hungers for PRAISE ; they're s t a r v e d for it, really ! and not for any real LACK, either. the cardona family is LARGE and while angel might be CURSED middle child of SEVEN, it couldn't be said they weren't close growing up. ( being POOR AS FUCK tends to force your hand in that respect ; privacy is a foreign concept when there are four of you to a bedroom. ) she always had someone to whine to, someone to hold a CAPTIVE AUDIENCE for yet another midnight improv performance. it's only that angel is INSATIABLE. she could have all eyes in the room on her and still want MORE.

and to angel's credit, the big happy family FACADE ― that hallmark movie shit, ❛ we may not have a lot but we have e a c h o t h e r and that's ENOUGH ❜ type deal ― it doesn't last forever. NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. trust when angel says he's lived long enough to learn that the HARD way. ( why the fuck can't they get anyone to love them forever, huh ? the way they want to be loved ? TRAGIC. ) he's fifteen when he lands on the STREETS with little more than a duffel bag & A DREAM. if you think that's CORNY, keep it to yourself ― do you know how LONG it took him to be able to romanticize this ? getting KICKED OUT before he can even drive ! losing everything ! and anyway, whether he recalls it as a GORGEOUS CROSSROADS or the CRUEL BETRAYAL OF BLOOD that it is, it's fine. truly, it is. because the cardinal rule of any IT GIRL is the same : beauty is suffering. it's PAIN. and honey, angel know what it is to SUFFER.

no matter how many friends angel might claim in HIGH PLACES, let it be said that there is nothing glamorous about COUCH-SURFING. a few years are lost to a CRISIS OF IDENTITY ― so neatly hidden behind an air of UNWAVERING CONFIDENCE, the same they've always CLUNG to. they'll insist that they're OKAY, that this is little more than an adventure. AN OPPORTUNITY. at first, it proves little more than an opportunity to S P I R A L ; every night a chance for a new SUBSTANCE, a new STRANGER, a new way to reach true, blissful DISTRACTION. from what ? the parents, the siblings that still live on on WITHOUT them ? the countless classes & auditions ― WASTED for not a single callback ? it doesn't take long for such an ERRATIC path to lead angel straight to DANGER ; it's almost as if they have a TASTE for it. they're DRAWN to it.

it's no surprise, then when angel finds herself swiftly lured into the arms of THE JADE TRIBE, is it ? rock bottom is WELL within sight and she's SCARED ; ALONE, even for all the faces she surrounds herself with day & night. ( it seems an IMPOSSIBLE thought ! ) she yearns for the familiar SECURITY ( and attention... and comfort... and... and... !! ) of a FAMILY. and for some reason, she's gotten it into her PRETTY LITTLE HEAD that she can find that in a world of CRIME. ( she thinks she's UNTOUCHABLE is what it is ― MAIN CHARACTER SYNDROME, maybe. but deservedly so ! angel IS the main character, and GOOD LUCK trying to convince her otherwise. ) when she starts DANCING to try and save enough for a place of her OWN, she quickly discovers how incredibly EASY it is to use her a l l u r e at the club to convince guests & strangers to sample the jade tribe's products.

and the best part ? all of these PILLS & POTIONS angel puts on offer keep them a HOT COMMODITY ; they're IN D E M A N D ! sleazes & scoundrels alike ― whether they come for the DRUGS and become m e s m e r i z e d by the undulation of hips under the PULSE of a strobe light, or VICE VERSA ― are drawn to angel like a flurry of moths to a perfectly-manicured FLAME. they use their wiles to line their pockets, maxing out withdrawals on the DEEPEST of wallets with dark d o e eyes and a PROVOCATIVE grin. she does WELL for herself, too, learned over the years what keeps ATTENTION on her. what the people want to see. and no, it may not be BROADWAY or THE SILVER SCREEN, but angel's still got an audience of adoring fans five nights out of the week. and in the grand scheme of things ? that's not the WORST she could do.

( she just knows in her heart, even now : she is destined for BETTER. )

CONNECTIONS.

to be added soon !

#lawlessintro #✘ angel cardona | intro #idk if this makes any sense it's four am but I DID IT #also if i missed any triggers or anything pls let me know i have no brain function remaining tn

[psycholouise]

I have to get something off my chest. It's absolutely infuriating to witness someone who is well into adulthood throwing temper tantrums and acting like a spoiled child. I mean, come on! We're all expected to grow up and handle our emotions in a mature way, right? But apparently, not everyone got that memo.

First of all, let's talk about the tantrums. It's mind-boggling to witness a grown adult launch into a full-blown meltdown over the smallest inconvenience or disagreement. You would think they would have learned how to control their emotions by now, but no. Their reaction to a minor setback is akin to a toddler throwing themselves on the floor, screaming and kicking. It's embarrassing for everyone involved.

And let's not forget their constant need for attention. It's like they have an insatiable hunger for validation and praise. They always need to be the center of attention, and if someone else dares to steal the spotlight, get ready for an epic meltdown. It's exhausting to constantly walk on eggshells, afraid of triggering their fragile ego.

But perhaps what infuriates me the most is their refusal to take responsibility for their actions. It's always someone else's fault, never their own. It's like they have a permanent victim mentality, always looking for excuses and scapegoats. It's infuriating to see someone who should know better avoiding any kind of accountability.

So, to all the grown-ups out there who still throw tantrums and act like children, please do us all a favor and grow up. It's time to leave the childish behavior behind and start behaving like the adults you're supposed to be. The world doesn't need more adult-sized toddlers, it needs responsible, emotionally mature individuals who can navigate life without resorting to tantrums and drama.

[the-expose-on-girls]

"Stop criticizing girls for their interests."

"Putting down girls who like makeup and praising girls who like reading makes you sound like a Pick Me Girl."

No, I will not stop criticizing girls whose interests have a negative effect in any way on their own lives, the lives of others, or society as a whole. Or interests that are closely tied to behavior that brings down society. At surface level, it might seem like it's just harmless personal choices/interests that don't affect anyone else, but when you take a closer look, you will see some degree of poison.

As a few examples...

Christian white girl autumn: cookie cutter balayage hair and Maurices "fashion" with a Starbucks drink in hand at all times. Closely associated with church girls who put on a sweet, wholesome act to hide the fact they're intentionally ostracizing other girls who aren't fellow clones and wreaking havoc on others in the church with the drama they cause.

Instagram bimbo: perpetuating the degradation of women to sexual objects and playing with the hearts of men for entertainment. Long acrylic talons, bottle blond hair, over-lined lips, skimpy clothing, and an insatiable hunger for taken men. Don't shrug them off as just a harmlessly distant online personality---there are people who have the misfortune of dealing with them in real, everyday life. People out there are losing people they love to these thirst trap drama queens.

Vintage bitch: clad in fashion of bygone decades with hair in dramatic curls, she is a classic mean girl with a vintage spin. In mimicking her 1950s Hollywood glamour icons, she takes on a narcissistic belief that she is above everyone else for being beautiful and "sexy", yet "classy"; she is above all the pathetic modern peasants with their modern interests. Those few that are allowed within the friendly inner circle are supposed to feel lucky to be elevated above the level of a lowly onlooker. Barely masks provocative, attention-seeking behavior with a false act of being wholesomely "old fashioned". Most likely would get a great amount of joy out of and take immense pride in the "achievement" of stealing another girl's man away from her, in the style of a glamorous 1950's film noir temptress or femme fatale.

Having long fake nails doesn't make a girl toxic.

Liking vintage fashion doesn't make a girl toxic.

A girl can have bleach blond hair and be the sweetest person ever.

But certain interests and personality traits, like ingredients in a killer potion, add up to create dangerous wholes. To ignore that fact in favor of chanting "let girls like whatever they want" is to cover your eyes and choose to blind yourself to the dangerous people in your midst.

So yes, The Exposé will continue to criticize interests and lifestyle choices that make girls fake like plastic, cookie cutter like suburban homes, erroneously think they are above everyone else like a faux designer handbag, shallow as a puddle in LA, vapid as a Barbie doll, or toxic as the Chernobyl basement.

[mononijikayu]

unholy — gojo satoru.

The shared kisses became even more sloppy, deeper and passionate. He gripped your jaw, wanting to keep you closer as his tongue entered your mouth. Tears start to spring from your eyes. Each moment from then on was a symphony of desire and longing that overtook you, possessed you, harsher, primitive, relentless. Both of you were lost in the heat of the moment. Nothing else mattered but this moment. In the race to pleasure,you couldn't get enough of him, craving his touch and his taste with an insatiable hunger. And he was the same. He would always be the same.

Genre: Post - JJK 0, early 2018;

Warning/s: R-18, Smut, Explicit Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names, Praise, Breeding, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Possessiveness, Daddy Kink, Clan Leader Gojo, Clan Leader to Lovers;

masterlist

listen: unholy by sam smith ft kim petras

note: i got carried away, i was supposed to do my other series fics and i just,,,,,, i just couldn't help myself. gojo satoru is too hot.

THIS WASN’T YOUR TYPE OF THING. But knowing the fact that your clan needed to mingle and make friends and you, another clan leader, needed to do your duty. Yet you knew that this would be quite a dull affair. Much more because you were going to be forced to meet with the elders. You hated them, and you knew they hated you too. If not for your consistent opposition to tradition, then perhaps for your association with Gojo Satoru. 

You purse your lips, your mind suddenly lost in the thought of him. You take a moment. You haven’t seen Satoru in a while. And you missed him. You wonder if he will be here tonight. He usually hated being in the social functions of a world that he wanted to shun. Yet with his duty as clan leader, you knew he should be here. 

As you pondered over the thought of Gojo Satoru, your mind drifted to the memories of your interactions with him. His charismatic presence, his unyielding determination, and his rebellious spirit always left a lasting impression on you. Despite the differences in your clans' ideologies, you found solace in his companionship, knowing that he shared your disdain for the rigid traditions upheld by the elders.

Lost in your thoughts, you hardly noticed the approaching footsteps until a familiar voice broke through your reverie.

"Ah, there you are," a voice called out, pulling you back to reality. It was one of your advisors, a trusted ally who often acted as a bridge between your clan and others.

You blinked, refocusing your attention on the present moment. "Yes, I'm here," you replied, forcing a polite smile as you greeted the advisor.

"The elders have requested your presence," the advisor continued, their expression betraying a hint of concern. "They wish to discuss matters regarding the upcoming alliance."

You inwardly groaned at the prospect of facing the elders, knowing that their intentions often clashed with your own vision for the future of your clan. Nevertheless, duty compelled you to comply, and you nodded in acknowledgment.

"I will attend," you responded, masking your reluctance with a facade of cooperation.

As the advisor led you towards the meeting chambers where the elders awaited, your thoughts drifted back to Gojo Satoru. Despite the looming presence of tradition and duty, the anticipation of possibly seeing him tonight sparked a glimmer of excitement within you, offering a temporary respite from the dreary affairs of clan politics.

As you entered the grand hall of the gathering of Jujutsu clans, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation and power. The room was a tapestry of colors and sounds, filled with esteemed sorcerers and shamans from various lineages, each emanating an aura of strength and wisdom that added to the palpable energy in the air. Among them stood Gojo Satoru, a towering figure whose mere presence seemed to command attention effortlessly, his enigmatic demeanor and charismatic charm drawing the gaze of those around him.

It had been weeks since you last saw him, weeks filled with the rigors of training, perilous missions, and the ever-present chaos that permeated the world of sorcery. As you navigated through the throng of sorcerers, exchanging polite nods and greetings along the way, your eyes briefly locked with Gojo Satoru's six eyes. In that fleeting moment, a spark ignited between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that existed between two individuals navigating the tumultuous waters of their respective duties.

However, before you could dwell on the significance of that brief encounter, you were whisked away by the tide of conversations and engagements that awaited you. The evening progressed, marked by discussions of alliances, negotiations, and the intricacies of clan politics. As the crowd began to thin and the fervor of the gathering waned, you found yourself standing alone in a dimly lit corridor, the events of the day weighing heavily on your mind.

Lost in contemplation, you suddenly felt a familiar presence behind you, a magnetic pull that sent shivers down your spine. Without turning around, you could sense Gojo Satoru's proximity, his aura permeating the air around you with an electrifying intensity that was both exhilarating and unnerving. A rush of emotions flooded your senses as you grappled with the unexpectedness of the moment, unsure of what to expect next.

In that solitary moment, amidst the quiet solitude of the corridor, the tension between you and Gojo Satoru hung palpably in the air, as if the universe itself held its breath, waiting to see what would unfold between two individuals whose destinies were intertwined in the ever-shifting tapestry of sorcery and tradition.

"Missed me?" His voice, smooth as silk yet laced with a playful edge, sent a jolt of excitement through me.

Turning around, you found yourself face to face with Gojo Satoru, his signature grin lighting up his features. His gaze bore into mine, intense and unwavering, as if searching for something deeper within you.

"I might have," you replied, unable to suppress a smile of your  own despite the fluttering in your chest.

Without a word, he closed the distance between the two of you, his presence engulfing you in a whirlwind of sensations. His hand reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch electric against you skin.

"I've been thinking about you," he confessed, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. “Missed you too much, sweets. It’s been…been too long.”

"Is that so?" You teased, unable to resist the playful banter even in this charged moment.

His piercing blue turned dark for a moment. “Oh be careful with that tone, sweets. Daddy….doesn’t appreciate the teasing.”

“Oh, you’ll make me pay for it, won't you?” You whispered slowly, looking back at him. “Or won’t you? Hm, daddy?”

“Oh, you wanna act like a mix, huh? Sweets, you tread dangerous waters.”

“You like it, don’t you?”

His lips curved into a smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Care to join me for a little... private discussion?" he suggested, his tone suggestive yet tinged with genuine curiosity.

With a silent nod, you allowed yourself to be led by him, your heart pounding with anticipation, pleasure brewing deeper and deeper, as we disappeared into the depths of the gathering, leaving the world behind us for a moment of stolen intimacy.

You knew how it was going on.

And you could care less about it.

Being unholy with him, it was everything.

He didn’t have to talk all about it.

One kiss and you’re sinning with him.

BOTH OF YOU RUSHED THROUGH THE HALLS OF THE MANOR. As Gojo Satoru led you through the labyrinthine corridors of the guest wing, your heart raced with anticipation, the pulse of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each twist and turn only heightened the sense of excitement and uncertainty, but you found solace in the reassuring grip of his hand, tightly interlocked with yours.

Finally arriving at a dimly lit guest room, the air was heavy with anticipation, the subdued lighting casting shadows that danced across the walls. Despite the chill that permeated the room, Gojo Satoru seemed unaffected, his singular focus fixed on the desire that burned within him.

As he closed the door behind you with a definitive click, the world outside seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of you in the cocoon of intimacy. His gaze locked with yours for a fleeting moment, a silent exchange of unspoken desires and mutual understanding passing between you.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms enveloping you with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. The sensation of his lips meeting yours ignited a fire within, a primal yearning that threatened to consume you both.

In the darkness of the room, his touch was electric, every caress igniting a symphony of sensations that left you breathless with desire. The weight of his body pressed against yours, pushing you against the wall with a force that left you powerless to resist, his strength rendering your arms momentarily out of commission.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as the world outside faded away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection with Gojo Satoru, a forbidden indulgence in the midst of a world bound by tradition and duty. With each impassioned kiss and fervent touch, the boundaries between you blurred, giving way to an unspoken understanding that transcended words, binding you together in a passionate embrace that defied the constraints of society.

“You want me, don’t you? You want me so bad.” Gojo Satoru leaned in, whispering hotly in your ear. “I will give you all you desire. Let daddy do it.. Just let me do it.”

You remove his hand from your face and place it towards the obi of your silk kimono, looking at his handsome clean shaven face. He could feel his cock twitch at the sight. So sublime in the beauty that you only show to him. You were wearing something he gave you. The silk reminded him of his eyes, and oh, how you loved his eyes. How you praise the hues, how you yearn to always be in the sight of them. Expensive as it was, he bought it. He didn’t care. He wanted to mark you for all to see. To wear his colors, to tie you to him so completely.

How you wore it so beautifully. So seductively. Only for him. Only for his blue eyes to see. He opened his eyes as he followed the sight of your hands. He looked so beautiful this way. His bright blue eyes gleamed darkly looking at you. He pursed his lips at the sight of your face eagerly seducing him as you came closer.

“Then take me, daddy.” You say, leaning closer to him. “Take this lover who yearns for him.”

He needed no more convincing as he rushed you towards the table and eagerly, hastily, leaned against you. His weight overwhelmed you, the touch of flesh against flesh burned you into flames. Gojo Satoru could only grin as he looked at you. He allowed himself to devour you with his mouth with his own. You return the favor as you kissed him back just as passionately and just as fiercely. Brutally, yearnful, mournful.

You missed him. He’s always gone, and you knew that he had a life of his own. He had goals he wanted to reach. To bring the world to reflect the world he wants. And so you yearn for him. Yearn for the warmth in him, mourn for his touch, the pleasure he gives. Both fought for dominance like animals, needing to resolve their hunger. His strong hands were undoing the laces of the bottom of your dress as your arms were wrapped around his neck, massaging it gently earning little grunts from him.

His tongue inserted inside of your mouth, fighting against yours in a fury as he managed to remove all the satin ties on your kimono. They were now intertwined with one and you in this heated mess, his hands ripping off your clothing from you as quickly and as carefully as he could as you continued to kiss him harshly. You moaned as you felt his touch burn you, each and every thread of his fingers lingering made you shiver. Gojo broke the kiss to move all of your silk kimono slowly and continued towards you, earning a laugh as you eagerly groaned against him, pushing your hands to help him.

He sat you on the table and as he stopped kissing you lips and moved on to kiss with such tenderness, your shoulders, your neck and your collarbones. He looked at you as you nodded. He smiled against you, kisses that lingered in your flesh. It was as if he’d imprinted himself on you. Nothing was left untouched by him.

You could feel yourself get lost in so much of him, when you’re embraced by his godly figure. You could feel that pleasure burning you but when he started to leave more and more bites, even harder than before. Ones that will surely continue to haunt you when he leaves you alone again. Ones that will keep you coming back for more. You threw your head back, whimpering against him.

"I have waited for this moment for weeks, to have this moment, sweets.” He said, biting at your lips. You tried to calm yourself, feeling hot against his touch. “To worship you like this again.”

"Love me, Satoru. Please. Love me in the way only you could.” You replied to your lover as he grinned at you and kissed you, moving your breasts around before putting his mouth on your breast, causing you to moan hard and throw back your head at the pleasure. Your hands touched his silver white hair, encouraging him to ravage your breasts. “Give it all to me.”

He touts at you. “Be patient, sweets. Just a little more fun.”

Your bodies were melting into one.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You wanted him, so badly, too much.

And he could only smirk, knowing it all.

When Gojo finished with your breasts, he kissed you again and took your legs to wrap around his waist. Gojo eagerly carried him towards the direction of the bed, continuing to respond to your kisses.

He laid by you down onto the wide expanse of the pillows with care, your hands deep into his long hair. You could feel yourself getting into it more, feeling high at the desire he so brutally wakes in you.. Breaking away from his lips, You eyed him as you took time to breath, having been overwhelmed by his passionate lips.

“Don’t you think that you are too fully clothed, clan leader Gojo?”

Gojo chuckled at your words. “I suppose so, sweets. You want to help me with that?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

You attacked him with your lips, kissing him so roughly as you helped him out his haori, your hands desperately throwing them onto the mahogany floorings. He started removing the outer kimono he still wore from him and without breaking the embrace, throwing it away into the vast expanse of the room. As you moved towards his hakama, he eagerly tried to help you, but you bit his lower lip.

You wanted to do it yourself. You kept diverting his hands elsewhere on your body. He laughed against your vicious attack, his hand resting on the back of your head as he kissed you deeper. Once you successfully removed his hakama, you could feel him tugging at his underwear himself. You were certain he had ripped it apart in his hurry. But you couldn't care for yourself. You felt pleasure at the fact that his manhood was touching your skin.

You could only moan in pleasure as he kissed your body moving down to your crevices. From your ear to your legs, he marveled at you. Just as he does with the bright beam of your long hair scatterings into the sheets like sunglow.. Gojo Satoru had felt like he was just a peasant, a lowly human being as he stared at you. Whatever god was out there, he knew you were his. You were his to worship. He was your most devout follower.

He was the only one that could see you this way, the only one who could truly love you like this. His heart swelled as you reached for him. Yearn for more of his warmth on your skin, to mark you, to own you. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. But he knew he couldn’t. Not when you were so beautiful. So out of his world breathtaking. And no one can stop him.

He could forget every other woman, every other man, every other person in this whole world. He could forget the world, but not you. He is just lost in you. And he doesn’t want to be found. He needed only you. Gojo Satoru placed a kiss on your pleasure, causing you to moan. Then, he allowed himself to look at your crevices and smirked at you before allowing his finger to move about it.

You could not help rolling your eyes back at the pleasure your beloved blue eyed lover was giving you, after all they had been through as he continued to dominate you in his conquest across your body. He moved to lean over to you, kissing you neck and then moved to your ear to whisper, causing you to giggle.

You felt the pressure inside of your body build up as he continued to pleasure you well. Gojo had always loved the sight of your body being consumed by him, little by little with every bit of you becoming his once again. He kept moving and whispering to you until You could not hold on any longer, taking his forearm and holding it in place as You came.

“You are so beautiful.” He commented huskily in that tone you had never heard from him in a long time. He had always been so eager, but more so tonight. He was a man who was hungry for you. He kissed your body once more, watching you still release yourself from the high of his touch. “So beautiful, so perfectly wholly mine, sweets. You’re only mine.”

Satoru looked to you and allowed his tongue to lick your juices, earning great favor from the goddess in his arms as he did that. You did not expect him to add his fingers slowly but You should have. Gojo was willing to take care of you and you just had to let him. The loud pleasure-filled noise exploded out of your mouth like a thunder storm out to sea, reveling in sensual gratification in the pleasure he was giving you.

It was even more than what you had expected, what you had wanted. More than what you could do to yourself in his absence. This is where you belonged. Gojo smirked slowly as he continued to lick you until you could no longer deal with the rise of your pleasure. He placed his fingers back inside of you, making you throw your head back against the pillow once more.

He pumped his fingers in you deeply, finishing with you and focused more on causing his beloved into a pandemonium of pleasure. You felt the arch you back with wordless nonsense and satisfied moans gracing your lips as your heart burst out of you.

Gojo kissed you gently once more, your pleasure growing through their lips. “So wet, you are, my dear little sweets.”

Gojo leaned down to look with haughty desire, consumed by the pleasure he gave you. It was filling him with so much lust, lust beyond understanding. It had all been bubbling up inside him. Not once did he bed anyone in the weeks you were apart. Not once even offered. No one could compare to you. Not even if they tried.

He had been yearning for his little sweets, who was so ready to give him all that he wanted. You were the one he needed. You were the only one that could satisfy him, the only one that made him greatly filled with eagerness to continue to please you. No one can make him yearn for it so much, to wait so long for one moment. None had ever had the power to do so. Only you.

You could feel yourself getting tighter around his fingers and as he kept pumping into you, all You could ever think was the amazing feeling, almost intoxicating and devouring. You can only call out Satoru’s name over and over again, which pleased him with delight. It had been something he had been wanting. Each time you screamed his name, crying out that you were his — this had energized him so much as he pumped into you even harder. You felt then that You had come hard, the swirling pool of desire flowed through you.

As you sat up when the high of pleasure ended, it caused you more pleasure to see your lover lick your juices from his fingers. “You taste wonderfully, sweets. Truly nothing like this in the world. You taste so sweet.”

You could see a smile in your fantastical delirium, but that smile was as wicked as it could be. He was not done with you just yet. He hadn’t even come yet. Before long, the six eyes had lunged towards your pleasure with his lips, making you whimper as he entered his mouth into you. You could feel his tongue swirling around your insides like it was the fountain of life.

Youth sprang through you and through him. You had not known anything like it, not even when they had laid to get you all those years ago. You pulled at his hair, red scarlet decorating your flesh. The heat was unbearable. But you didn’t care. You wanted him. You wanted more and more.

He continued on and on and on and on, not giving you any rest. Only the scent of pleasure consuming them all at once, not caring for who shall see or who shall come to expose them.

Gojo groaned as you did too, pushing even harder and harder as you started to move against his tongue. You cried out in ecstasy, feeling yourself come once again. He removed his tongue from you and kissed you, the taste of your pleasure ever so salty against the tongue.

He pulls away and smiles at you, lazily moving away and returning down south. He kisses at your thighs lovingly, Gojo Satoru could only be happy to watch you body limp through weariness as pleasure slowly shakes you body.

“Y’did so well, f’r me, sweets.” Gojo coos ever so sweetly at you, heavy in pleasure as he watches you shift your body after you recover yourself — even if his grip tightened about you.“You did so well.”

You kissed his palm as You leaned upwards. “I am so delighted by you.”

“Y’know my answer, sweets.” Gojo whispers, pressing a kiss on your sides. “I’ve missed you too much, sweets. Don’t wanna be apart from you like that again.”

You look at him tenderly. “Me too.”

"You willing to make up for our lost time, sweets?” He asked you, but you could only shake your head. He raised a brow at you. “Why, sweets? You tired?”

“I want to touch you.” You say wistfully as you neared his manhood and looked at his eyes. “Let me, daddy. Missed you. Your cock too.”

He laughed, palming your cheek. "Can’t say no to you, sweets. Go on ahead, sweets. Make me shake up.”

You smiled at your snow haired lover as you looked at him, bending your head down with your hair following. You allowed your fingers to touch the tip of his cock, causing him to grunt a little. He was so big, so big for you. You knew that he would only ever feel this much excitement for you.

Oh, it made you want him even more. You grinned as you allowed one hand to grab it into a small fist. Gojo grunted more as you started to allow the fist to go up and down, slowly and then gradually with effort to speed. You watched his face become contorted with pleasure as he started to become undone as you started to move your hand faster and faster and faster.

Gojo felt you stop. He lowered his body, gazing at you before finding himself throwing his head back as You took hold of the cock with both hands and took it in your mouth. You allowed half inside then little by little you allowed all of it inside of you. Once he was fully inside you mouth, You started to bob you head deeper and deeper at you pace.

Gojo was groaning and moaning, holding onto the linen as it started to get him to unravel. Your hand started to massage his balls while your free hand started to pleasure yourself too. You whimper, your eyes narrowing as sweat poured through you. Moan after moan released from him, muffled pleasure from you. It was too much of a dirty scene. And you reveled in it. You knew your lover did too.

Gojo felt his hand rest on your head as you continued to work him, bobbing into his manhood and soon he was helping you as he thrusted into your mouth and his hand forced your head to thrust into him deeper. You felt yourself gagged at the tightness of his manhood in your mouth.

You finally came with a small sound bellowing from you. Gojo groaned hard in pleasure as he continued to thrust and thrust into you and came inside of you with a loud roar. You opened your mouth and certainly, the excess fell through from your lips. Gojo’s hazy blues could feel the scene make his cock twitch even more. He could feel himself remain ever so hard at the sight of you.

As you embraced each other with fervor, you could feel the warmth of Satoru's sweat-stained body pressed intimately against your own, heightening the sensation of our connection. Every touch, every caress sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a primal desire that consumed my senses. Even more so knowing that you would get more and more, that you wanted more and more from him.

You moaned softly as Gojo shifted you closer to him, his movements deliberate and confident, as he entered you with a force. You gripped through the sheets, as you felt him ever so deep in you with all that belied the raw passion between the two of you. Droll escaped your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, starting to move. Our bodies moved in perfect synchrony, finding a rhythm that mirrored the beat of our racing hearts.

As he enveloped you more and more into him, you could feel yourself truly be one with him. You whimper against him, rough echoes whisper at your flesh with each and every motion of overwhelming love. You were certain that you would easily surrender yourself completely to the intoxicating pleasure he gave you—you always did.

You did it just a while ago. You always will. Because you loved him. And you knew that too well, that you would give anything and everything to him. You groaned as he continued to piston harsher into you. A loud groan leaving his lips. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.

The shared kisses became even more sloppy, deeper and passionate. He gripped your jaw, wanting to keep you closer as his tongue entered your mouth. Tears start to spring from your eyes. Each moment from then on was a symphony of desire and longing that overtook you, possessed you, harsher, primitive, relentless. Both of you were lost in the heat of the moment. Nothing else mattered but this moment. In the race to pleasure,you couldn't get enough of him, craving his touch and his taste with an insatiable hunger. And he was the same. He would always be the same.

When you came, you shouted so loud, you think the entire manor heard you. But sense was out of the window as much as manners was. You could care less about it all. Your body shook so much as you held tighter onto your white haired lover, who was whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he rushed harder, deeper, faster inside of you – trying to chase his own happy end. You knew you were fucked out of your mind, overstimulated beyond compare.

“About to come, sweets.” He cried out, his hands gripping his fingers onto your thighs. He rocks his hips harder against you. “I’ll come inside, sweets. God, I don’t, Oh, oh. It’s about to come, sweets. Let me, let me in.”

“Come inside.” You encouraged, holding tighter onto him with tears of pleasure pouring even more. “Come inside, daddy. Do it, make me feel good, Make me yours.”

And that’s what he did.

Gojo Satoru cried loudly.

He bit your shoulder hard.

And then he came inside.

His hips continued to move, trying to keep more and more of him, trying to lock more and more of his pleasure into you. Gojo knew he bit too hard on your shoulder. He could feel the metallic echoes saltily against his lips, he could feel your body shake against him even more than before. Lips pursed as he released your shoulder. He smiled against you, kissing your neck as you sobbed and rested your head on his side. You were too exhausted now, he was sure.

“You did such a good job, sweets.” He says to you, patting your hair gently with his hand. His arm wrapped around you, to keep you from falling if you pass out. “Did so well for daddy, sweets. Did so well.”

You cooed against him.

Darkness consumed you.

He smiles down at you.

You were daddy’s to play with.

He kisses you, looking at you.

You deserve this reward.

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[comfortscripts]

Only Mine ¬ Remus Lupin

Kinktober Special

Plot - Remus likes to believe he is a logical man but the beast that lurks beneath is not and he is not willing to let you go that easily.

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Size kink (reader is smaller), possessive sex, light choking, unprotected sex, dom/sub, jealous Remus, mix of degradation and praise, BREEDING.

Word Count - 1.2k

Days crept up and the power of the moon reaching its full potential began to flood through Remus, frying his senses and stirring up his primal aspects. The build up to the full moon was always interesting with the lanky wizard, varying phases presented themselves. Fatigue may set in or a insatiable hunger that cannot be subdued by chocolate but this time, the only thing he craved was you.

You were everything he had ever wanted and something he believed he would never deserve, but by some sweet twist of fate, you loved him almost as much as he loved you. On any logical day, the Gryffindor boy knew that your loyalty and love for him was unwavering but with the beast battling for control, his logic had abandoned him.

Head thrown back in laughter at the raven-haired Marauder's childish remark, Remus felt his grip splinter the desk beneath as he watched the scene unfold before him. His darkened eyes hardened on your figure as low growls emitted from his throat, jealously coursing through his veins at how close his charming friend was getting to you; his girl.

Slughorn's nasal drone faded into the background as the werewolf channelled his attention towards listening into the riveting conversation that Sirius and you were engaged in. Fighting the urge to pull you away from the playboy pureblood as he reminded himself of your loyalty but his resolve faded. Watching as Sirius leant closer to your figure to whisper hidden gossip, Remus shot up.

"Mr Lupin, everything alright?"

"Not feeling too well Sir, I think I need to head to the infirmary" Through gritted teeth, the clever boy lied to the oh-so naïve and caring Professor.

"Of course. Miss Y/L/N, could you escort him to the infirmary" As your eyes locked with the young man, you realised that whatever was going on had to do with the upcoming moon and with a subtle nod, you made your way towards the large oaken doors.

As soon as the door swung shut, Remus wrapped his calloused hand around your wrist with a bruising grip and marched with quickened paces further into the empty hallways, ignoring all confusion circling around you.

The Gryffindor wizard thanked Merlin when he realised that the door was unlocked. Dragging you into the abandoned classroom, hidden away from the prying eyes of anyone who dared glance at his girl. With a sharp flick of his wand, the wooden door clicked as it locked and with a grumbled voice, a silencing charm was cast.

"Remmy, what's wrong?"

Stalking closer to your smaller body, you took in his appearance. Eyes clouded with hurricanes of lust and jealousy as the veins on his lean arms threatened the surface of his scarred skin and the outline of his slowly hardening cock made you unknowingly tense up.

"Did you really think you could get away with it, huh? Fawning over him right in front of me?" Chest to chest as the possessive man loomed over your figure. His rough hand encased your tender neck with a delicious squeeze of pressure. "Oh no little pup, you must have forgotten that you belong to me. Looks like you need to be reminded."

Thighs clenched at his words as your core began to slicken in anticipation. Muttering a string of explanations but they fell on deaf ears as the man had already given into his primal side. Clash of his chapped lips against your plump ones as he began his sloppy onslaught of affection, tongue maintaining dominance in the dance of lust.

His slender fingers pushed their way between your supple thighs in search of your tight hole, clothed by your wettening panties. Tracing their way across your glistening folds as Remus drank in your begging whimpers, his digits threatened to dive into your warmth before breaking away entirely.

A protesting groan escaped your mouth as the taller man removed all touch, leaving you desperate for more. His lips quirked into a devious smirk as he engraved the picture into his mind, planning his next course of pleasure before settling his eyes on your little skirt, or more importantly, what's hidden beneath.

"Panties off now"

Swallowing a gulp at his command, you realise the intensity of the werewolf's desire and it sends heat flooding to your core. Cautiously sliding your panties down your thighs as your exposed core pulses at the cool sensation the freedom has brought. The large hand reached out to grasp the soaked cloth from your hands as he shoved the fabric into his pocket for "safe keeping".

"God, I can smell your drenched cunt from here. Who made you this wet, pup?"

"You did. Only you"

Pushing you against a discarded bookshelf as you braced your hands against the dusty wood, back to the lust-driven wizard. His hands attached themselves to your skirt-covered hips in a punishing grasp that was meant to leave a mark, his mark.

"Let me remind you who you belong to"

As the final syllable fell from his lips, his thick cock impaled your sopping hole with a powerful thrust. A strangled gasp escaped as you relished in the sheer size and pleasure of the aching stretch, walls clenching at the sudden fullness.

Hips rocking against yours as the sound of your bodies meeting filled the room with the accompaniment of your plethora of stuttered cries and wistful moans mixed with his guttural moans and filthy words. Pounding into your warmth at a viscous and punishing pace, his brain fogging up with the singular instinct to claim you.

"Fuck, gonna pump you full of my cum. Wouldn't you like that pup? Wanna be full with my seed?"

His lewd words reached a docile part of you that reactivated like a freight train, walls clenching around his throbbing length as if spurring him to cum deep inside. A chuckle rolled from his chest at your responsive body as he quickened his pace, needing to paint your pretty little hole with his cum.

The painful knot of your climax flooded your senses, begging for release as the feral man continued his deep assault into your tiny frame. Knees weakening as the strong man held your hips in place and eyes threatening to roll back in pleasure as the crescendo of your climax grew closer.

"Rem, fill me please. I wanna cum"

Those words sent the werewolf into a frenzy as he doubled his already severe speed, reaching deeper into your body than ever before and hammering at your sweet spot to make you see stars as you let your orgasm go. Tsunami of pleasure rushed through you as your body convulsed and chants of his name spilled from your lips. Remus pushed deep inside as he felt his orgasm rip through his body, thick ropes of his seed shot into your accepting warmth as if you were milking him for all he was worth.

"Take it like a good little slut. God, you're so full with my babies" Words leaving his mouth as the final waves of pleasure coursed through your bodies. His slowly softening cock gently being unsheathed with careful calculation to keep his seed in your plump little pussy.

Scurries of footsteps and chatters of young students filled the halls outside the sex-filled room, bringing the lovers back to reality. Pressing a tender kiss against your dishevelled hair, Remus slowly clothed himself and regained control of his more human side.

"Baby, I need my panties"

"Sorry, my love but no. You are going to walk around knowing that my cum is leaking from that pretty little pussy" Brushing a strand of hair away from your flushed face, he leant forward to whisper. "It's a reminder that you belong to me"

Tagging - @yogirl-willow , @fairycirclebrat , @remusjlupinisdead , @avsensio , @sarcastically-defensive17 , @localsimp

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[maximotts]

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 || 𝐭. 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞

a/n: @twilight-99-tm brought the challenge, she survived her finals and really thought I wouldn't do it... so I did. Nobody can say I never gave y'all anything: Merry Christmas, it's the Taylor Sloane Piss Kink Fic

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut; thigh grinding; Taylor Sloane has a piss kink, it's canon; a lot of soft feelings.. LIKE!!! I SWEAR THIS IS ABOUT LOVE AND ACCEPTING YOUR PARTNER!!

summary: Taylor has a surprise for you, but when she takes forever and you get tired of waiting, the sight of her distracts you from something important. Thankfully, you love her no matter what.

words: 1.6K

masterlist. || navi.

“Stay right there. I’ll be out in ten minutes.”

Taylor had said that twenty-five minutes ago and not only were you bored, she’d blocked you from the back of the house where the bathroom lay and you had to pee. Supposedly she had a surprise for you and as much as you loved her effort, she was not known for her promptness. After a full half an hour, you’d tired of waiting and whether or not Taylor was ready, you’d risk accidentally ruining her surprise for the sake of your sanity.

You were nearly to your destination when you saw her, stretching leisurely as she checked herself out in your bedroom mirror. With any more impulse control, you would’ve watched her in silence for a moment, if only to see her inspect her own ass in those new silk panties and tilt her head to judge how her breast looked wrapped in the lace trimmed bra— you had none of that control. “Taylor..”

“Hey!” The blonde spun around, her private moment interrupted, rushing towards you in an attempt to push you out the door. You caught her arms easily, holding her forearms easily even as she strained against your grasp, “You weren’t supposed to peek, cheater!”

“You weren’t supposed to leave me waiting for thirty minutes, slowpoke,” backing Taylor further into the room, you let your gaze roam freely, drinking in the lingerie set that left little to the imagination. “Are you going to let me unwrap my Christmas present now?”

Eager hands were already exploring, groping every dip and curve of her soft body and hoping your adoration showed through even in your hunger. “I thought you needed to go somewhere?” Taylor wasn’t going to complain necessarily, especially when her knees met the bed and suddenly she was on her back in the middle of the mattress.

“I’ve got something more important to do now.” You planted your thigh between hers, groaning at the feel of her clothed pussy immediately searching out friction from your leg. Both of you were frantic in your need for one another, you seeking to claim every part of Taylor you could get your hands on while she preened under your hushed words and rough bites. “You look so beautiful in this, sweetheart. Best gift I could’ve ever gotten.”

Her back arched with your mouth on her breast, tongue running over the nipple straining against the expensive fabric. When she picked this set, she expected you to like it of course, but never this strong of a reaction. “It was worth the wait then? Imagine what I could’ve done for you if you’d waited. I had a whole thing to show you…” Taylor made quick work of her now damp panties, biting her lip mischievously as she watched your attention be glued to where she was oh so wet and needy. “You should take good care of your things…” You basically grunted in response, sliding your fingers through her wetness before deciding you needed to see her come apart on your thigh.

“I’ll always take good care of you, pretty girl.” The praise you gave, the feral need in your eyes made every touch impossibly intense and Taylor was soaking your thigh so perfectly as if you hadn’t already given her two orgasms early this morning. The woman was insatiable. “Gonna cum already?”

Taylor rolled her eyes, “Shut up, as if you don’t love it.” She bent her own leg, slotting her upper thigh at the apex of your hips and pressing up until you jolted.

And then you remembered why you’d gotten up in the first place. “Wait, Taylor no, don’t do that—”

She arched her brow with a chuckle, clearly not catching your sudden reluctance. “What? Scared you’ll cum before me?” Never one to back down from a challenge, Taylor moved your hips along until she could rut against you in time with pushing your still covered sex against her bare thigh. You’d only worn a thin shirt and underwear all day, committing to the cozy aspect of Christmas instead of dressing up. A casual holiday, as Taylor was pushing it, but now the lack of clothes were your enemy, the pleasurable friction on your clit straining your bladder.

“Taylor, d-don’t… ” But you couldn’t stop yourself and before you knew it, you’d unintentionally soaked Taylor’s bottom half in something you wished was anything but. “Fuck, I am so so—”

But your girlfriend wasn’t listening, reaching her own high while very clearly aware of your mishap. She came with a whimper, nails scratching down your sides as she held you against her, forcing you to stay in place while she rode wave after wave on your leg. It took a few minutes before she realized what she’d done, blinking slowly to clear the stars from her eyes and catching your bewildered expression “Oh, I.. I didn’t mean to..”

Your silence didn’t help calm her nerves, but you couldn’t find words, way too many thoughts clouding whatever would actually be the right reaction in this scenario. “You just came… from that…” Definitely not the smoothest response. Not the one that made Taylor feel any better; you saw the guilt clear on her face and instantly felt the same in your heart, wishing instantly that you could take the words back.

Green eyes met yours with uncharacteristic shyness before shutting them tightly; Taylor was many things, but rarely did she ever look genuinely apologetic. “Sorry…”

“Did I tell you to apologize?” Truly you were surprised, nor did you know how to handle it, but above all you had to reassure her. It could be worse or weirder and all things considered, you didn’t mind. Taylor was shaking her head slowly and you could see her thoughts spinning, cogs whirring in her brain to figure out how to make this awkward moment pass faster.

Delicate hands came to cover her now tomato red face, but you stopped her, bringing them to your mouth to kiss her fingers, her palms, any bit to convey you weren’t running away from her. “Hey now, don’t hide from me..”

She made a whine of protest, wishing she wasn’t still pinned, trapped in a limbo of shame and uncertainty. “Could we… drop it? You won’t say anything, will you?”

“Who would I say anything to?” More than anything you longed to kiss the worry from her face, let her know that she would never be in a safer space than with you. The person who loved her unconditionally. “We don’t have to completely talk about it right now if you’re not ready, but I’m not going to tell anyone; I would never. And I’m not super grossed out.. I mean, I’m technically the one who-”

“No stop, stop! Don’t say it!” Her heart softened at your little speech until you tried to replay the last few minutes; she wasn’t ready to hear it yet. “Thank you, you’re sweet.” That was probably the most heartfelt comment you’d get from her right now, if you knew Taylor she was already building a little wall to compartmentalize the moment away until she could bring it up on her terms. You thought about chastising her stubbornness, but on this, you didn’t want to force her. The next few moments were silent, giving your girlfriend space to sort her thoughts while you dragged your lips over her arms and neck, subtle reminders to ground her lest she get too lost.

“Honestly, it was kinda hot…” Taylor’s tone was still quiet and when she looked at you this time, there was a sly smirk adorning her lips, eyes searching your expression to test your acceptance.

She had it of course; it’d be harder than this to drive you away from such a fun and gorgeous human. Finally you let yourself kiss Taylor again, falling into it as smoothly as breathing oxygen. As soon as you let go of her hands, she brought them to the sides of your face, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks as she kissed you with every ounce of genuine love she had to offer. Parting was temporary, stealing pecks across your cheeks and nose where she could. When a break came, you rested on your elbows, hovering mere inches from her face and wondering whether you could make your wish to stay like this forever come true.

But you couldn’t help it, you had to tease her just a little. For the Christmas cheer of it all. “So…Taylor Sloane, grade A valley girl, top Los Angeles influencer, has a piss kink?” Punishment came in the form of smacks to the arm and yeah, maybe you deserved it, but it still hurt. “Tay! Taylor, no! Stop, OW-!”

“Stop picking on me then, I’m breaking up with you,” she huffed, finally managing to wiggle out from under you and hop out of bed. “Thanks to you I have to shower again and do laundry. Merry Christmas to me.” The annoyed facade wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all you. Taylor liked to pretend she could brush things off as if they were nothing, but her relaxed shoulders revealed her relief that you hadn’t actually taunted her over that shocking revelation.

Watching Taylor walk away was more than pleasant, the sight of her round ass making you want her all over again. But then you remembered your surprise for her— a small ring box hidden on a shelf by the laundry detergent. Exactly where she was headed… “Taylor, wait! Don’t go in there!”

As you rushed after your hopefully soon-to-be fiance, she dodged and weaved throughout the house, your heart soared with the light sounds of her laughter and you hoped that after revealing your own surprise under the Christmas tree later, she’d let you hear it for the rest of your lives.

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