#like some of them are smart enough to know they’re being cunts and do so anyways

[apotelesmaa]

Idk how u can hate horses they’re just sillay… some of them are full of evil and mischief (in a fun way) and some of them have absolutely nothing going on behind their eyes.

#sorry the former horseback rider jumped out. #like some of them are smart enough to know they’re being cunts and do so anyways #but that’s still funny

[stardewsnail]

Hi, there! Nice to see a new SV blog! 😊 If your requests are still open, could I get a little something with the singles realising they’re attracted to the farmer after having a ✨spicy✨ dream about them? If that’s too many characters, then just Emily, Elliott and Penny is fine. Please and thank you! 🖤

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

Shout out to you for being the first request on this blog!

I didn't get to all the singles but I got those three and a few others. I might come back to this later, it was fun to write. Hope you enjoy!!

MINORS DNI, CW: sexual activity

total word count: 1,705

Emily

The room was a haze of sweet smoke and candlelight. The farmer was waiting, draped in nothing but a silky robe Emily recognized as her own design. They reclined carelessly on one of the many cushions that made up the center of the room, crystals lining the edge to make a circle. She didn’t know if this was some sort of spell–ritual–whatever, but she knew the hunger wouldn’t be satisfied until she crossed the threshold. 

“Em,” the farmer grinned and her feet moved unbidden. It felt more than natural to sit, straddling their lap, hands dipping under the smooth fabric to run across broad, toned shoulders. The farmer’s hands were heavy on her hips, dipping to grip her ass and pull her closer. They kissed her exposed neck, nipping, sucking—she gasped, a moan escaping her as the farmer found the sensitive spot where her neck met her collar. 

“Do you want me?” the farmer asked, half lidded eyes meeting hers.

“Yes!” Her reply was breathless. 

“EMILY!” 

Emily jumped awake, nearly falling off the sofa she had been napping on. Haley was home, talking a mile a minute, likely not even noticing her sister had been asleep. Not that she required any input from Emily as she went on about how her pictures were going to turn out and the new lighting technique she had used. 

Her own thoughts were a mess–did she really want the farmer like that? The answer came too quick to the front of her mind, nearly as fast as she had answered in her dream. Yes.

—> Emily was never one to beat around the bush. After confiding in her crush to Haley the two quickly came up with a plan to get Emily and the farmer closer

Penny

She shuddered as the farmer nipped her inner thigh, kissing higher and higher. The calloused hands on her hips were firm, holding her in place as their warm breath tumbled over her cunt.

“You’re so pretty like this,” the farmer murmured, eyes flicking up to meet Penny’s. She tried to respond, but as soon as she opened her mouth the farmer pressed their tongue inside her, dragging it to flick over her clit. The only noise she could make was a breathy gasp that stuck in her throat, curling out her lips in a moan.

“Please,” Penny murmured, trying to grind her hips down—to do anything to increase the friction.

“What my Penny wants, my Penny gets,” they chuckled, voice husky with lust. They pressed themselves back between her thighs and she nearly screamed, pleasure coiling through every nerve, hardly aware of her hands tangling in the farmer’s hair, urging them on—

Her eyes snapped open as the trailer door was slammed shut. Her mother was back from her nightly pilgrimage. She feigned sleep, her heart pounding so hard she was worried her mother would hear it and somehow know…but the bathroom door shut next and she exhaled, pressing her palms over her eyes.

She was dreaming about the farmer—about them doing— She shoved the thoughts down as if that would be enough to curb the itch in her bones. She has been thinking about them so often, she wasn’t totally surprised to see them in her dreams but to have imagined that…

She’d decided it was just a friend-crush. The farmer was cool and smart and funny and sure, definitely not unattractive but Penny just wanted another friend, right?

She always told the children honesty was the best policy and here she was lying to herself even in the privacy of her own mind. She wanted to be much more than a friend. 

—> Penny can’t look the farmer in the eyes for days after, Maru notices it and does a little pushing before realizing Penny has a crush. Penny never says a word about the dream to anyone unless she is actually sleeping with the farmer. Then she might say something like “this is better than that dream I had” which inevitably leads to a round two

Elliot

Elliot closed his eyes as the farmer brought the brush through his hair once more. Their hands were gentle, carefully untangling his locks until they were satisfied. The brush was set aside, their fingers now rubbing into his scalp. 

“You spoil me,” he murmured, tilting his head back into their knees so he could see their glittering eyes. 

“And? Try and stop me.” Their smile was soft. Elliot took their hand in his own, pressing his lips upon their knuckles. 

“Never,” he swore, turning to kneel in front of them. His hands rested on their thick thighs, gripping bare, muscled flesh as he half rose to kiss them. He felt their smile against his lips and their hands once again found his hair, tangling through the strands and pulling just hard enough–he caught their lower lip between his teeth and the noise they made was better than any song. 

At once he was moving, climbing on top of them as they scrambled to make room–he needed them–needed to be inside of them, to be one with them–the locked their legs around his hips, hands already unbuttoning his shirt to stroke the lean muscle beneath. 

“Elliot,” they whined, hips jerking as they pressed against his hard cock, “Please…”

Thunder shook his little shack, and he woke with a start. He lay there for a moment, stunned and breathing hard, trying to organize his thoughts around what his imagination had conjured. 

Elliot scrambled in the top drawer of his nightstand, grabbing the notebook and flashlight he kept there for any midnight bursts of inspiration. He had a new muse—a new star in the sky, a constellation of beauty. It was only natural for a poet to be attracted to them.

→ despite his initial bravado about it, he can’t help but be nervous around the farmer from this point on. He mentions he’s been writing more poetry lately and when they ask to read it he scrambles to find an excuse as to why no, they absolutely cannot. Leah gives him shit for it. (Think Pride and Prejudice and the comment to Darcy about “fine, dark eyes”)

Sebastian

Sebastian arched against the restraints that held his arms above his head, trying to crane his neck off the mattress enough to see what the farmer was doing. 

“Seb,” they tsked, appearing into his field of vision, “I told you to hold still.” 

“Sorry-” his words turned to a gasp as they ran their nails from his collar bone to his ankle as they walked around the bed. 

“I brought some new toys.” They continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “I think this one will be useful now.” They revealed a length of silk, letting it dangle over him just barely brushing the skin sending shivers across his body. 

“I don’t think you need to see. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling, okay, darling?” He nodded, not trusting his voice to be steady. They pulled themselves onto the bed, coming to straddle his hips, pressing his cock down flat against their lingerie. He whimpered, cheeks heating at the sound. They smirked, placing the cool blindfold over his face. 

Their kisses on his neck were lightning strikes, hot and almost painful. He was panting, squirming under their touch—

The clap of thunder woke him with a start. His heart raced as the dream came flooding back to him. 

Shit. 

Sure, the farmer was cute but—well shit. He thought the farmer was more than just cute. He couldn’t shake the image of them standing over him…he bit back a moan as his hand closed on his cock. That was a later problem. He had more pressing matters at hand. 

Shane

Shane hadn’t felt like this in years–the farmer had eyed him across the saloon and with a single look they had him following them out the door. And now here he was, his back pressed against their wall, feeling them smile into his neck as they peppered kisses down his throat. The farmer dropped to their knees, fumbling for a moment with the button of his shorts. 

“Fuck,” Shane hissed as they succeeded, his cock now exposed to the night air. They smirked up at him for the briefest moment before–

“Fuck–fuck that’s so good,” he whimpered, pressing a hand to his mouth as they swallowed him, bobbing down his full length–

The scream of a rooster had his eyes snapped open. Awake, sweaty, and beyond horny. This wasn’t good–he was the town drunk, the loser, the peaked-in-highschool gridball drop out…but he couldn’t shake the image of them looking up at him, mouth full…getting off to the thought of them was enough of an indulgence. 

→ Shane proceeds like normal, fully confident nothing will ever come from his desires

Abigail

Together they ran through the mines, swords in hand, working as a single well oiled machine slicing through slime after slime. The farmer’s arms were bare as they swung the pick ax once again, splitting a boulder in a single stroke. 

“Watch out!” Abigail yelled, lunging forward to destroy the mummy the farmer hadn’t noticed. 

“What would I ever do without you?” the farmer’s words were lilting, not teasing, but there was something in their eyes that set her face aflame. 

“I don’t know,” Abigail replied cooly, sheathing her weapon and closing the space between them. She grabbed them by the hips, pulling them tight against her body and into a passionate kiss. The farmer’s back hit the wall and they moaned as Abigail palmed their chest, able to feel their hard nipples through the thin shirt they’d worn. She hooked them by the knee, pulling their leg over her hip and pressing closer–

A sped up remix of some old pop song blasted through the house, making her jump as she woke. Aerobics. Fucking aerobics. She groaned, flopping back down in bed trying to hold the image of the farmer beneath her as long as she could. This was going to make for a very awkward Flower Festival tomorrow…but maybe the farmer would ask her to dance?

→ Abigail ends up lowkey stalking the farmer trying to learn more about them and get their attention

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv penny #sdv emily #sdv abigail #sdv elliot #sebastian x farmer #penny x farmer #abigail x farmer #sdv x farmer #shane x farmer #elliot x farmer #emily x farmer #snailwrites

[hrryshoney]

gyno matty on a conference call presenting his work and she’s sitting between his legs with his dick in her mouth and she tries to pull some shit and he goes insanely mean dom on her afterwards…

omg leila… yes in every way imaginable! imagining this on a zoom while he’s working remote lol. (also mean dom💕💞💓) i feel like they hve established a safe word so do w that what u will

Matty’s in his home office, and you can hear the voices from his computer. He’s dressed nicely, no lab coat but something reminiscent of a uniform. His glasses are on and he looks highly professional. You, however, are anything but.

You’ve been horny for him all day, since he left you needy this morning. His mouth on your cunt, not letting you finish but promising you that he would later. He would if you were a ‘good girl’ for him, and you waited for him to finish his meeting. You’ve been rubbing your thighs together in bed, and then trying to distract yourself.

This evidently didn’t work, as now you’re standing outside his office and staring at him from the doorframe. His eyes glance towards you, offering you a smile and nothing more. When he all but ignores you, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

That’s how you got on your hands and knees and crawled towards him, and under his desk. That is also how you’ve been sitting under his desk, cock in your mouth for what feels like an eternity. Matty had turned his camera off when you did, trying to regroup and playing it off as internet issues.

He was stern with you, telling you to keep him warm and nothing else. That he would reward you if you listened. But the throb of your pussy is too much to ignore, and you keep shifting on your thighs. He’ll cast you a few looks now and again, none of them friendly. But other than that, you seemed to be invisible to him.

Your desperation got the better of you, taking your mouth off him to lick a stripe on the underside of his cock. You hear him falter as he speaks, a slight stutter. It makes you smile, knowing you can get him like this. You bob your head on him, spitting on his cock and making it as sloppy as you can.

Matty’s hand comes down under the desk, grabbing the back of your head and forcing the rest of his cock in your mouth. He keeps his hand there, but you purse your lips around him enough to swirl your tongue around his length. You hear his breath catch in his throat, and you know you’ve got him.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry. There’s a bit of an emergency in my house, can we reschedule the last part of this meeting?” From the strain of his voice, you know Matty’s on his last straw. You hear the ushering of other doctors. They’re all supportive, telling him to take his time, and that all this is trivial, it can wait. Matty must be well above respected in his field. But, what would his colleagues think if they could see you under the table with his cock in your mouth?

You hear him click on his keyboard, the room going silent. He’s left the call. Unfortunately for you, Matty looks mad. “Can’t be good for three fucking seconds? Always have to be a slut, huh?”

He’s rough, pulling from the roots of your hair so you look at him. You can’t help but smile, the corners of your mouth upturning. “I am being good for you, Doctor. I thought this was what you wanted?” You bait him, and he knows this. The poor on your lips, and wide round eyes. But, he falls for it every time.

“I know you’re too dumb to think when you’ve got my cock inside you, but I thought you were at least a little smart. Guess I thought too much of a whore like you.” Matty grabs your jaw roughly, surely leaving bruises. “Open your fucking mouth.”

You oblige, now wouldn’t be the best time for a snarky remark. He presses his thumb down on your tongue, making you gag slightly. When he removes his hand he spits directly in your mouth You swallow without second thought.

“Shouldn’t let you cum. Should just fuck your mouth, leave you here all wet and achey. S’what you deserve.” Your whines are immediate, you’re shaking your head and protesting his words.

“N-no please, Doctor Healy. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Just needed you, and I’ve needed you all morning. Please.” Your bottom lip wobbles, and you really could cry. You’ve been so needy all day. All you want is Matty. He doesn’t seem to care though when he scoffs.

He pumps his dick in his hand, smearing the pre-cum down his length and then tapping it on your bottom lip. “Don’t start with your tears, Princess. It meant nothing to you when I was in my meeting, huh? My job’s important, can’t just fuck you all day.” He pushes his cock into your mouth, watching your lips stretch around him. When you moan, he knows you like what you hear.

His degradation is making you squeeze your thighs together, squirming in place on your knees. “Bet you wish I could stay home and stuff you full all day. You’d be so happy, right? Little girl whose only responsibility is taking my dick.” He slaps your face, only allowing you to pull back when you gag around him. There’s tears streaming down your face now, and Matty’s smiling.

Matty pulls you off of him, lifting you up to face level to whisper in your ear. “If you’re crying now.. I’m scared for you, baby. Not even started with you yet, and you’re moaning like a bitch.” And he shoves you back onto your knees.

#gyno!au #yesss guys enjoy lol #if this isn’t good then.. you don’t even see it frl #i love mean dom but i fear i’m bad at writing it!

[tired-biscuit]

I think kiba LOVES to suffocate his face between your plush thighs and turn you into a begging hot mess coz he loves to tease the fuck out of you and overstimulate you while praising you with a sprinkle of degradation just like how he says "you're 𝘮𝘺 pretty little slut" in his raspy voice you love sm

18+ fem!reader // cw: corruption, oral (f!receiving), college AU.

yes yes yes; i always felt like he’d be a sucker for really responsive, audible partners in bed! (it’s even better if they’re shy at first and then turn absolutely feral as time passes and the clothes come off.)

he loves the whole squirming, whining, pleading, fucked out state that you sometimes slip into. he’s no patient man, but he’ll sure as hell become one if it means that he gets to tease you for a small eternity as a result.

to be honest, he doesn’t know why he does it. he loves it quick and rough. raw and straight to the point. foreplay is just to get you wet enough so that he can slide in without trouble, is it not?

but maybe it’s the sight of you, or perhaps it’s the goddamn noise that you start — and continue — to make without stop whenever his head ends up between your legs, that makes his cock unbearably stiffen in his pants. the way you babble utter nonsense and keep moaning his name just because he’s got his hot mouth pressed against your clit gets him so hard every. single. time.

you pride yourself with being a smart, pure girl; someone who’s neat and tidy, and who never misses a chance to scold him for not being either one of those things. and yet here you are, now; looking so fucking stupid on top of his bed that he never succeeds in making the exact way you want him to. looking outright brainless because you’ve got your ‘dumb jock’ of a boyfriend’s tongue shoved so far up your tight hole that you’re thinking about praying to god.

you’re constantly moving. writhing. trying to push him away without any success — the way he can overpower you so easily makes him throb. your crumbling decency is appealing enough to make him consider spilling everything he’s got then and there; completely untouched. but he’s not going to do that, of course. he’s not a fucking weakling like some of his buddies are.

of course they talk about how they fuck their girls. i mean, did you really think your boyfriend was the only one who wasn’t an absolute sleaze, just because he sometimes gets you flowers and takes you out on cutesy dates?

all of his friends know how good you are at taking his cock despite the innocent appearance you portray. take that piece of knowledge as you wish.

so instead, he humps the bed on pure instinct as he eats you out because he’s yearning for friction below his waist so fucking bad, even if he refuses your silly pleas to let you give it to him. he’s too into watching you lose your composure whilst he tongue fucks you to stop now, after all. you’ll get to stroke and sit on his cock later. you’ll bounce on it, too.

and that determination turns him all the more eager. messier. sloppier.

he’s never been much of a giver, but markings that his teeth have left behind cover every inch of your thighs, now. they prickle with hurt whenever his thick fingers graze over them as he manhandles you and forces you to keep still — it makes you hiss. your pussy is gleaming with a mixture of your arousal and his spit. he can smell you everywhere; in the room, on his fingers, in his fucking mouth from the way it connects to his nose.

he doesn’t budge even when you beg him to. you’re getting overwhelmed as he keeps licking you; twitchy fingers tugging fistfuls of his hair so frantically that it makes his scalp ache. your back is arching off the bed, head tipping back into the pillow, toes curling, heels digging into his back that’s gotten so broad and strong from all the years of playing football.

goddammit, you’re literally shoving your cunt right into his face so that he can get you off at long last. it’s pathetic; he makes sure to tell you that even if his eyes are warm and soft as he says it. he can’t help but chuckle at the outraged face you pull when he calls you his pretty slut.

you’re nothing of that sort, of course, but maybe he’s partially right. because when he pushes two digits inside you and sucks your poor little clit into his mouth, mumbling something about how fucking good you taste, your entire world shifts to the movement of his fingers. your eyes cross. your mouth starts to drool.

you moan so loud, it’s like you’re a cat in heat. you’re just unable to stop it from slipping out. greedily, kiba hopes that his roommate on the other side of the wall can hear how good he’s making you feel, as well as every other squelch of wetness that is your warm slick. he’s seen the fucker throwing googly eyes at you once or twice before. it only spurs him on; he’ll make you scream if he can prove a point with it.

so as a consequence, he makes you endure overstimulation without the orgasm part — for now. it’s so intense that it borderline makes you so frustrated that you could cry. and that’s good, he wants to make you cry. he wants you to sob and to spill big, fat tears just for him as your legs shake and he licks you from inside out like he would a packet of crisps. to be responsive and hyperemotional and loud and overwhelmed, because it’s him that invokes it all in the first place.

not his roommate, not his friends, not your ex.

him. you react to him; only him. he’ll leave his mark, both on your body and soul.

and only after that, will he let you cum.

#you’ve killed me anon omg #kiba smut #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #kiba x reader

[trophyfemmebimbo]

darling, I see you finally got around to my message. took you long enough, you stupid fucking cunt. were my hopes for you too high? I thought you knew that when a Butch is kind enough to tell you about how they’d ruin your life with their cock, a femme is supposed to respond like the braindead whore she is. but I might just forgive you, because I already know you were looking at my message, my words, rubbing your

stupid fucking drooling slit and whimpering, thinking of me humiliating you and hurting you in ways you couldn’t even imagine. maybe you were imagining my dick up your asshole like I told you I’d force it up there, playing with your ass, scared and wet, or maybe you bounced your titties and stuck out your tongue while grinding your useless cunt on the bed, imagining me titfucking you and laughing at you, calling you a dumb fucking bitch, telling you how fucking stupid you look, how no Butch could ever respect you after seeing you like this. or maybe you were thinking of me and my Butch buddies running a fucking train on you, spitroasting you with one of them and high-fiving over your body as we make you squeal when we both bottom out without warning, knowing you are in pain from the intrusion but have nowhere to squirm away. maybe they’d bring over some of their femme whores too, and you’d try to keep our attention by being the filthiest, most depraved little slut of them all. you’d take the hardest skullfucking, the kind that makes you cry and damn near vomit and make the sounds no self-respecting woman would ever make around other people, while the rest of us stand around jerking off and imitating the sounds you make, telling you you sound like a braindead fucking whore, a stupid cunt, a good for nothing femme bitch. you know I’d record it baby, and play it back for you whenever you try to be smart, to remind you that you are nothing but tits and a cunt - nobody cares about your personality, we just care that you are brainfucked enough that you will do anything to please Butch cock. and you’d still try to keep our attention. you’d volunteer to take a railing from the biggest Butch cock in the room, the one all the other femmes are scared of taking. and they’d show you no mercy, after all you have to be shown what happens to stupid little femme girls that volunteer their tiny cunts to big, mean Butches like us. you’d be on your back, vulnerable and trembling, and they’d beat your pussy up like it fucking owed them money, stretching your cute little hole and pounding your cervix, laughing cruelly while you screamed and squirted all over their Butch cock. we’d all watch you get destroyed, the Butches slowly jerking their cocks, the femmes looking around nervously, knowing they’d have to take the Butches’ frustration afterwards. and when one of the Butches announces they want to dump a load in someone’s ass, I know you’d be the first to volunteer, holding on for dear life as they pound your little asshole, crying out from the pain until someone stuffs a thick Butch cock down your throat to shut you up, all the other femmes trembling, scared they’re going to have to go next. I’d be so proud baby, my filthy little pornstar, my braindead cockwhore, letting my buddies take out all their frustration on you, and teaching their femme whores what you have to be willing to endure if you want to keep your Butch. maybe we’d also demonstrate how I keep you in check at home, the quick, hard slaps to the face when you forget who the fuck you are talking to, but you take them so well, you don’t even try to resist. or the way I rip your panties off in a second, bend you over and pull you onto my lap and spank you after you’ve misbehaved, while you squeal and try to wiggle away, begging for forgiveness, but I keep beating you until you have no fight left. or the way I force you to your knees in the blink of an eye and slap you around with my Butch cock, holding your nose until you have to open your mouth and I jam my dick in there, fucking your face angrily, not even because I want to come but because I want to punish you - for not having my dinner ready fast enough, for trying to say no to something that one time, but I know you’ve learned your lesson now. we have to show the others, after all, I have a feeling the other femmes get away with way too much at home.

hi anon, u should know that i rubbed my slit to both (2!! i'm spoiled!!) ur asks for so long just now, n while im relpying here ive turned off my autocorrect (so u can see how stupid im getting) n im gonna fuck my cunt reeeeeal alow with one of my toys (maybe ill even put in my plug omg)

fisrt im so sorry it took me so long to reply first time 🥺 i know better n i know to respect butches wayyyy more than that, im just very very dum and didnt even see the ask until a few days before i answered 🥺

and i guess i should also tell u that ur asks today inspired me to wear my tiniest tightest crop top n shorts so i could look as slutty as i feel <3 the shorts are off now tho hehe, needed easy access to my holes <33

bein gangbanged by mean butches is one of my fav daydreams omg how did u know !! i lov attention soooo much ugh id work so so hrd to be the best little pornstar and make u proud

fuck oops i know i said at the start of my aanswr i was gonna fuck myself real slow but i had to take a lil break from typin there to pound myself hard n fast imaginining a big scary butch jackhammering my cunt 😳 i couldnt control mysslf im sorry but it made my titties bounce so pretty in my tight littl shirt so maybe its okay!

think ive really fucked myself so sosoo stupid now, im dripping around my toy onto my sheets readin about how u wanna keep me disiplined and domesticated for u, promise ill be the dummest most eager to please bimbo housewife in the whole world omg, wanna wear frilly lingerie and get dolled up for butchs everyday 🥺

💗im tits and a cunt💗

#hnnnsgnnnhhh #anon #fave #butch patriarchy #hard to kno if u have enough braincels to reply to pt2 as well omg #but im gonna be edging mself stupid(er) for a few hrs now ty anon

[romani-ranch]

I’ve kept quiet on this for too long, I need to break my silence.

Untagged spoilers for all of death note ahead because I don’t want the death note fans to find me.

Death note is one of the worst fucking anime I’ve ever seen in my life and the fact that it has the following it does is insane to me. What am I missing? Light and L’s cat and mouse game and gotchas are only interaction like 50% of the time, and the other 50% of the quirky overanalysis just feels like Rick and Morty levels of the show pretending to be smart because it couldn’t think of anything actually intelligent to do. The Yotsuba arc fucking sucks. I genuinely lost so much interest in the show for the duration of that arc, and the big payoff at the end with light getting the death note back did 100% not feel worth the amount of time that was spent dicking around with rich assholes.

Light is insufferable as a character, which isn’t a problem, because he’s a villain, and an incredibly flawed one, which is completely fine. What I’m not fine with is that the show doesn’t seem to acknowledge many of his flaws as flaws. He treats every woman he interacts with like garbage. Either they’re just a pawn in a greater scheme, or someone who’s so pitifully stupid that they’re below him in every way, someone not even worth considering a threat, barely even a person. Which, again, is fine. I don’t think characters having flaws makes them unlikeable, especially villains. But, the show never ever ever acknowledges Light’s misogyny as a negative trait. He is never punished for underestimating or using women, no woman ever gets one over on him. In fact, I think the only person that hates women more than Light, is the author.

Please refer to every single female character in the show with speaking lines in more than one episode. Naomi, Light’s sister, Light’s mom, Misa, Kiyomi, Wedy, Rem. Every single woman in this show, by the end of this show, has met some godawful fate, and is either dead in a horrific way, or traumatized permanently. Conversely, while a lot of men die in this show, often in gruesome ways, there are plenty of male characters that get off Scott free. Near and the SPK, the entire Kira task force, with the obvious exception of the dead ones. I think there’s enough men in this show with okay endings that this criticism is earned.

In general, I found the final arc very unsatisfying as a whole. Mello and Near just showing the fuck up really was not cool. I didn’t care for either of them at all really. At least with L, he had an established dynamic with light built up over the entire series. Some new cunt showing up and trying to be him is just. Less cool? Misa bowing out of the story to go be Light’s tradwife while he cheats on her is an especially low point in this show as well.

Am I being mean and petty for the sake of being mean and petty? I mean, yeah for like, sure. I’m kind of being a dick but like. What is the appeal of this show? As a detective show, the mindgames and tricks and gotchas are very often, genuinely less interesting than your average Columbo episode, despite taking nearly twice as long to set up. As a drama, the show’s misogyny issues really hold it back, as do the more questionable and off the wall story beats. As a yaoi show, which I know it is to a large part of its audience, look, I like toxic romance. I actually enjoy incredibly unhealthy couples when written well, and I don’t mind reaching for my pairings. There’s nothing here. Like. Yeah, they have their moments, and I understand why people make L and Light fuck but like. Come the fuck on. This pairing is white bread with nothing on it they’re not even that cool. I don’t like men, so maybe I can’t talk here but like. They’re not even that hot??? The fuck are you people on about?

Every sensible person I know dropped the show after L died and honestly, I wish I had done the same. I just. I don’t get it. How the fuck does this show come so highly rated? How did you make a detective thriller unironically worse than Danganronpa? Answer quickly.

[ignorantsanonymous]

The below are not my words. They were written in March of 2016 by a currently disgraced stand-up comedian, 8 months before Donald Trump was elected as President of the United States, and emailed to everyone who had signed up to receive newsletter emails from his website. Everything between the octothorpes is copy and pasted from that email:

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Subject: Stop voting for your own cancer.

“Please stop it with voting for Trump. It was funny for a little while. But the guy is Hitler. And by that I mean that we are being Germany in the 30s. Do you think they saw the shit coming? Hitler was just some hilarious and refreshing dude with a weird comb over who would say anything at all.

And I’m not advocating for Hillary or Bernie. I like them both but frankly I wish the next president was a conservative only because we had Obama for eight years and we need balance. And not because I particularly enjoy the conservative agenda. I just think the government should reflect the people. And we are about 40 percent conservative and 40 percent liberal. When I was growing up and when I was a younger man, liberals and conservatives were friends with differences. They weren’t enemies. And it always made sense that everyone gets a president they like for a while and then hates the president for a while. But it only works if the conservatives put up a good candidate. A good smart conservative to face the liberal candidate so they can have a good argument and the country can decide which way to go this time.

Trump is not that. He’s an insane bigot. He is dangerous.

He already said he would expand libel laws to sue anyone who “writes a negative hit piece” about him. He says “I would open up the libel laws so we can sue them and win lots of money. Not like now. These guys are totally protected.” He said that. He has promised to decimate the first amendment. (If you think he’s going to keep the second amendment intact you’re delusional.) And he said that Paul Ryan, speaker of the house will “pay” for criticizing him. So I’m saying this now because if he gets in there we won’t be able to criticize him anymore.

Please pick someone else. Like John Kasich. I mean that guy seems okay. I don’t like any of them myself but if you’re that kind of voter please go for a guy like that. It feels like between him and either democrat we’d have a decent choice. It feels like a healthier choice. We shouldn’t have to vote for someone because they’re not a shocking cunt billionaire liar.

We should choose based on what direction the country should go.

I get that all these people sound like bullshit soft criminal opportunists. The whole game feels rigged and it’s not going anywhere but down anymore. I feel that way sometimes.

And that voting for Trump is a way of saying “fuck it. Fuck them all”. I really get it. It’s a version of national Suicide. Or it’s like a big hit off of a crack pipe. Somehow we can’t help it. Or we know that if we vote for Trump our phones will be a reliable source of dopamine for the next four years. I mean I can’t wait to read about Trump every day. It’s a rush. But you have to know this is not healthy.

If you are a true conservative. Don’t vote for Trump. He is not one of you. He is one of him. Everything you have heard him say that you liked, if you look hard enough you will see that he one day said the exact opposite. He is playing you.

In fact, if you do vote for Trump, at least look at him very carefully first. You owe that to the rest of us. Know and understand who he is. Spend one hour on google and just read it all. I don’t mean listen to me or listen to liberals who put him down. Listen to your own people. Listen to John Mccain. Go look at what he just said about Trump. “At a time when our world has never been more complex or more in danger… I want Republican voters to pay close attention to what our party’s most respected and knowledgeable leaders and national security experts are saying about Mr. Trump, and to think long and hard about who they want to be our next Commander-in-Chief and leader of the free world.”

When Trump was told what he said, Trump said "Oh, he did? Well, that’s not nice,” he told CBS News’ chief White House correspondent Major Garrett. “He has to be very careful.”

When pressed on why, Trump tacked on: “He’ll find out.”

(I cut and pasted that from CBS news)

Do you really want a guy to be president who threatens John McCain? Because John McCain cautiously and intelligently asked for people to be thoughtful before voting for him? He didn’t even insult Trump. He just asked you to take a good look. And Trump told him to look out.

Remember that Trump entered this race by saying that McCain is not a war hero. A guy who was shot down, body broken and kept in a POW camp for years. Trump said “I prefer the guys who don’t get caught.” Why did he say that? Not because he meant it or because it was important to say. He said it because he’s a bully and every bully knows that when you enter a new school yard, you go to the toughest most respected guy on the yard and you punch him in the nose. If you are still standing after, you’re the new boss. If Trump is president, he’s not going to change. He’s not going to do anything for you. He’s going to do everything for himself and leave you in the dust.

So please listen to fellow conservatives. But more importantly, listen to Trump. Listen to all of it. Everything he says. If you liked when he said that “torture works” then go look at where he took it back the next day. He’s a fucking liar.

A vote for Trump is so clearly a gut-vote, and again I get it. But add a little brain to it and look the guy up. Because if you vote for him because of how you feel right now, the minute he’s president, you’re going to regret it. You’re going to regret it even more when he gives the job to his son. Because American democracy is broken enough that a guy like that could really fuck things up. That’s how Hitler got there. He was voted into power by a fatigued nation and when he got inside, he did all his Hitler things and no one could stop him.

Again, I’m not saying vote democrat or vote for anyone else. If Hilary ends up president it should be because she faced the best person you have and you and I both chose her or him or whoever. Trump is not your best. He’s the worst of all of us. He’s a symptom to a problem that is very real. But don’t vote for your own cancer. You’re better than that.”

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#Donald Trump #Trump #potus 45 #conservatives #republicans #gop #gqp

[punkscowardschampions]

Joe & Ray

Joe: Where you @ 🦇🔦

Ray: Shop 

Ray: y? 👀

Joe: Ideal, pick up all the nice scran, stuff that’ll make the kids 👀 pop out, like

Ray: 👀 where this is headed

Joe: mystic meg you don’t need to be 🔮

Joe: saw the envelope full on the side when I got in, don’t need the three guesses

Ray: not for our crimbo prezzies

Joe: can fake that to the little ones

Joe: setting ‘em up for disappointment but what ain’t 🎄😭

Ray: gorra happen 1 day 🎄🔥 but tonight ain’t it 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪

Joe: can’t complain when they getting it with no spends between any of us, least of all them freeloaders 

Joe: did give us the funds for blockbuster though, keep ‘em 😶🤩

Ray: Class I know what 📼 to stick in they won’t have a cob on about

Joe: Saw II was a mistake, yeah

Ray: Tommo back in his own bed yet?

Joe: Fraze took the piss hard enough he is ‘til he’s dead cert he’s asleep, yeah

Ray: put it out his own head when he used to get pure shit up by [something era appropriate for baby Fraze lol]

Joe: Funny how selective his memory is, like

Ray: innit

Ray: must be that long ago 🙄 properly grock scally now he is 🙄 don’t you know? 🙄

Joe: 😏 being hard would involve doing in 7 year olds

Joe: properly scary, our Tommo

Ray: keeping him made up with extra 🍬🍬 myself like

Joe: Smart 💡

Joe: they’ll wanna crash in mum and dad’s bed with you when they eventually do

Ray: 💡 to grab [whatever the cheap energy drinks of the era are called because clearly not gonna sleep]

Joe: gonna be looking fatter than Hollie T by the time you get out

Ray: 😏 dead scary if I meet her on the way home 🔦

Joe: be no 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪 trail for me to follow to your body either, devvo

Ray: crisp bags & cans if she don’t eat em 2

Joe: walking skip sounds about fair

Joe: have to be chiefing the whole offie 100x over to have us getting near that size

Ray: have to meet me if the 💡 is to get messy when the rest are 😴 on my tod I’d be a div to chief 1 bottle wearing this clobber but be easy for you in yours

Joe: you rather I went about in too tight tops like a right scally myself

Joe: but doubt messy is the mood either of us will be in, nah?

Ray: Wouldn’t be me getting done in by every lad on the estate for dressing up like em so there’s no would I rather 

Ray: know you’d smash it 1x1 but that ain’t gonna how it’d go when they can outnumber you like 🐺🐺🐺

Joe: May well dress for the job they’re gonna have ⛓🚿🧼🎱🧦⛓

Joe: even scum like us gotta have pride, fuck looking like that much of a twat

Ray: come off it soft lad you mean to tell me they ain’t all gonna be ⚽️🏆 like our [some local-ish person made good of the era that nobody shuts up about even if he’s not remotely close to being a professional footballer in the big leagues]??!!

Joe: and give up the saturday/sunday sesh with some casual violence thrown in? 😱

Joe: not even make half-time 💔

Ray: not reach the halfway line before they’re 🤮😭 & that’s before the sesh

Joe: watch him get them all wound up so they’re spewing their sweeties up before 9

Joe: just ‘cos he’s aggro about it

Ray: Have I gotta 👀 that? 

Joe: It’d be us has to clean it up, can only be arsed playing mammies and daddies when it’s a laugh for them, not long enough sort the kids out for real

Ray: fun & games when it’s 🏠💕 be us 🤢 & 😡 the kids don’t know what’s what

Joe: If he could actually be trusted to do what needs to be done, like you can, leave ‘em to it

Joe: not my idea of a fun Friday night, like 🤷🏻

Ray: you’re not leaving me 2 it though are you?

Joe: of course not

Ray: swear

Joe: fuck shit cunt 

Joe: 🖕🖕🖕

Ray: 😏 k then

Ray: as it came right from your 🖤 I can tell

Joe: is right

Joe: you know I wouldn’t leave youse, ‘less that was gonna protect you but sticking together is usually the one 

Ray: it’s sticking together including the 2 of em that’s 💔

Joe: won’t be much longer, bet she’ll get in to a top school full of bute dickheads and he’ll be so 💔 about it he has to start his life of crime, like

Joe: swear that an’ all

Ray: she is a big enough swot & up herself to fit in with em even if they’re from [posh streets and their nicknames]

Joe: Shame I can’t get in [the local girl’s school that is posh] too

Ray: Grow your hair a bit longer & you probably could

Joe: 😏 ha

Ray: seen what some of the girls coming out the gates look like 😬 lip gloss & a going over with the straighteners you’d be pure prettier

Joe: Ahh, I get it

Joe: you wanna go there and 👀 at them mingers some more

Joe: should’ve said, or started swotting

Ray: Come on don’t you wanna do makeovers tonight?💅💋✨🎀

Joe: What else could I ask you to do at a totally normal sleepover, nothing to see here, yeah

Ray: can go for it naming the dare I ain’t 😱

Joe: maybe I will

Ray: I’ve got [whatever Joe’s fave sweet or snack is because obvs] for you to earn off us

Joe: you swiped ‘em and got away free, but I’ve gotta earn ‘em

Joe: windup, you are but alright then

Ray: read it back & work out how much I’ve done there vs you

Joe: oi, who do you reckons raiding the freezer for their tea 

Joe: call it teamwork

Ray: get Bea to & push her into it & maybe I will

Joe: sleeping with the fishfingers

Ray: Captain Birdseye would be made up to have her ☠️ 

Joe: he’s definitely sketchy

Ray: Fraze can spend his night trying to save her from another sly old fella he’ll be as made up himself & we’ll be left to it

Joe: like he wouldn’t do worse if he had half the chance 

Ray: yeah but shut it I don’t wanna 👂

Joe: scrub 🧠

Ray: all over bleach bath @ the 💭 is right

Joe: you’d disappear, already the palest blonde 

Ray: but I’d soon turn red from the scrubbing 

Ray: & if my freckles went I wouldn’t be devvo like

Joe: Anything to look less like him

Ray: Laura Hughes said I look like mum uses my face to clean the floor

Joe: hers looks like she’s used boot polish on it to change her race

Joe: you don’t need to be listening to girls like her

Ray: you can hear her from [street names really far away]

Joe: can hear her from my class

Joe: She’s jealous you don’t need to hide acne under layers of orange, that’s all

Ray: swear she started wearing a bra when she was about 8 

Ray: what’s in the taps on her street?

Joe: sure it’s not padding?

Ray: you gonna touch her up for us to check for khazi paper or her dad’s socks?

Joe: Not sure I can stand the disappointment, sis

Ray: it’d be the bullshit coming out her gob after youse were alone together getting repeated estatewide you’d properly hate

Ray: I can’t let you take that bullet for her kiddy namecalling

Joe: can keep my hands to myself then, that what you’re saying

Ray: she’ll be out of school ages before I am when some other lad don’t & she gets herself stuck with her own kid to raise instead of just her mum’s

Joe: circle of the council estate

Joe: you better fucking not

Ray: 🤮 lads who try it on’ll not be having kids with nobody ☠️ a decently aimed kick & they’re wrecked

Joe: 👏 right answer

Joe: only sounds as coached as it is

Ray: they can have the 1 smart 💡 without us needing to scrub 🧠

Joe: they’ve had enough shite ones to not make it 🤢 to admit

Ray: & lads are that scatty

Joe: not gonna fight you on it, everyone is

Ray: am I?

Joe: 🤔

Joe: nah, it’s different, we are

Ray: 👏 boss answer

Joe: barely coached, that

Joe: round of applause warranted

Ray: 👑 is gonna be going hard but I do feel different

Joe: get them to make you a tinfoil one, or share their plastic ones

Ray: 👸🏼✨☠️

Joe: Leave the 🕷💜🕸 decorating to them, 50/50 if you end up with actual bugs in your hair

Ray: 💡 to send em out with jars before it’s proper dark for Laura’s payback makeover 🐜🐛🐌🐞

Joe: 💡💡

Joe: any of ‘em got nits atm or

Ray: Ro’ll she’s the cleanest

Joe: ☣️ biological warfare ☣️

Ray: gave yourself a handful of [the fave bribe of sweet or snack] for it

Joe: if you wanna spread some on their pillows, I won’t tell

Ray: 😏

Ray: fun friday getting closer with each 💡

Joe: no mum and dad clearly means SO much alone time 🙄

Ray: Whatever warfare it takes to put a stop to it

Joe: you don’t reckon the threat of them legit killing him will do that

Ray: do you reckon there’s a big enough threat out there to put em off necking each other when they’ve got the real half a chance you brought up? 

Ray: he’s only scared he don’t know how & what she’d say to him then

Joe: try not to 💭

Joe: and hope the embarrassment when that does happen 💀💀 him

Ray: I 💭 about the 👃🩸 when their heads crash together

Ray: it happened to Mandy 3 doors down

Joe: okay have that one 💡

Joe: thought she looked a bit wonky

Ray: I’ve seen you 👀 @ her

Joe: when?

Ray: when you reckon you can get away with it

Joe: should’ve known I was living with sherlock here 👀

Joe: and I never was, not hard

Ray: now you know & over my ☠️ body are youse 2 gonna 💋

Ray: ☣️ hazard

Joe: I’ll only chin her myself if it’s really really boring, yeah

Ray: I’d giz you my left over bleach to gargle with if it was going off but it ain’t on my watch

Joe: protecting me from slags ain’t on the checklist but tah

Ray: dunno what one you’ve got 🧚🏼‍♀️✨ it’s on mine

Joe: okay, tink

Joe: pretty cute but I’ll keep it 😶 for your street cred

Ray: she’s not cute she’s 👿☠️

Joe: and 😈😍

Ray: nobody’s gonna 💭 I’m jealous of Mandy I’m not rem even if there’s a chance she is

Joe: scared it’s that obvious Ray: nah

Joe: you’re not jealous of Mand ‘cos you know you’re better company

Ray: yeah 0 competition from her

Joe: is 0 getting a bit carried away, like

Ray: you tell me

Joe: you give her a fair chance

Ray: how much do you wanna fancy her 😬⚠️

Joe: I’m just saying, probably all she is good for

Joe: why’d I wanna chat to her 

Ray: why would you 💋 her?

Joe: you’ll work it out yourself soon

Ray: shut it you 🤥 I won’t 

Joe: not with Mandy, nah

Joe: but some lad you reckon is properly fit

Ray: 😑 no such lad

Joe: I’m only messing

Joe: you ain’t old enough, or a slag like she is, you wouldn’t do that

Ray: I’d only get wrecked by it & why would I want that

Joe: you don’t

Joe: it’s different for lads

Ray: not by loads though you’ve still got a 🖤

Joe: do I?

Ray: don’t you?

Joe: dunno

Joe: Mandy ain’t gonna break it, either way

Ray: you do I’ve felt it

Joe: I’ll believe you

Ray: I’m dead trustworthy yeah you can ask [whatever the shopkeeper we’ve just robbed blind is called] 👼🏼

Joe: 😏 yeah you look it alright

Ray: I know

Ray: gonna take me far in life this face

Joe: as long as it ain’t 🏥⛓⛪️🏚

Joe: done my job

Ray: professional spoilsport like

Joe: something like that

Joe: call it an IOU

Ray: k Joe

Joe: what you k’ing at us for

Ray: no reason 😏

Joe: you started it 👶🏼

Ray: someone who’s losing it would say that

Joe: someone who’s gonna be stuck watching [a kid’s film of the era] would be acting this brave

Ray: if I am you are

Ray: already had you swear you’ll not leave me 2 it

Joe: plenty else in the house that’ll need doing

Ray: keep us company

Ray: you’ve done the sound thing & admitted it’s more class than Mandy’s

Joe: be a bit much to lock her in at this point

Joe: don’t need to let the whole street know how weird we are, do we

Ray: blood’s thicker than ☢️ spit

Joe: I don’t need to get headbutted to spill none for you

Ray: We just need a 🪒 or 🧷 if you’re gonna keep on being a spoilsport & Mr Overprotective

Joe: no one outside of this house is allowed to hurt you

Joe: even touch you or look at you funny

Joe: me and you can use whatever 🔪 feels the sharpest

Ray: I hate going outside

Joe: me too

Joe: let’s bunk monday too

Ray: yeah everyone looks at me funny @ school

Joe: you’re so pretty

Joe: they dunno what they’re on

Ray: you’re the only person who don’t reckon I’m pure ugly

Joe: everyone here is rem or they wouldn’t be stuck here

Joe: we’ll get class jobs then we can have a house with those blackout curtains and not leave until it’s dark and every twat in the [good neighbourhood we are aspiring to here] is asleep

Ray: What job do you wanna get?

Joe: music, ‘course

Joe: even if I write for other dickheads, that’d still be top

Ray: I don’t care long as I can do it from a dead boss laptop

Joe: massive telly that don’t take up the whole wall ‘cos the room is massive too

Ray: fuck off big seetees we can lie on cos we don’t have to share em with nobody

Joe: fridge with the ice dispensers and double doors

Ray: a properly posh bath like you watch in films

Joe: hot tub too

Ray: can play songs loud as we want cos we we’ll have decent walls and it won’t be a shite semi

Joe: [the best soundsystem of the time, idk, nerd out] 

Ray: !!

Joe: own rooms, for once

Ray: k but we’ve gorra have a connecting door

Joe: beds will be kingsize, you can come share, when you need to

Ray: it’s fucked we can’t now

Ray: their fault

Joe: yeah

Ray: but tonight we will

Joe: those 3 between us, can’t say there’s anything fucked about it

Ray: I don’t wanna stare at the ceiling waiting for mum & dad to come home

Joe: I can’t

Joe: the kids will fall asleep and we’ll keep each other busy, distracted

Ray: they could sleep through 💣💥 dunno how or remember when I was the same

Ray: my stomach’s already ⚓️

Joe: they’ve got us

Joe: we didn’t have nobody when they were gone

Ray: each other

Joe: always each other

Joe: they think we’re proper grown-ups though

Ray: Fraze & Bea think they can act it out

Ray: as if they’re married

Joe: for the kids benefit or theirs, right

Ray: I could be jealous of that

Ray: how it would feel to pretend

Joe: Not enough fake sisters to go around, typical him to not share

Ray: I can’t bail to my 💭 he can have it

Ray: what I imagine’s worse than what’s happening outside of my head

Joe: I could show you some of the things I do, that make it feel

Joe: I dunno if better but it’s better than doing nothing or pretending could be

Ray: show us

Ray: I’m going west with everything I try & do

Joe: you’ve gotta ignore how west it is, just know it works

Ray: if you say it will I know it’s gonna

Joe: Trust me, acting it is better than feeling it

Joe: anyway, no one is gonna see

Ray: you ain’t full of shite the way those 2 are 

Ray: course I trust what you’d tell me

Joe: You can start now, if you want, there’s one you can do walking back

Ray: What is it?

Joe: you have to find a house for every number of our phone number, and knock on the door as many times as the next number in the order, and you can’t go until they’re opening their door, when you do the last house, knock [however long your landline number is total] and run all the way back here

Ray: you’re gonna trust I’ve done it properly yeah?

Joe: There’s no point lying, I’ll do it if you don’t

Joe: but if you keep your bottle and stand, so will they, and if you don’t get caught by no pissed off neighbour, neither will they

Ray: I’m not scared or gonna lie

Joe: I trust you an’ all

Ray: 👀

Ray: it’ll be done exactly how you said to, swear

Joe: you’re gonna feel so much better, Ray, you won’t believe it

Ray: you’re a class brother I dunno what I’d do without you

Joe: you don’t need to find out

Joe: I’m not gonna ditch

Ray: I need you here you can’t be going off nowhere with nobody

Joe: never ever, no one is as important

Ray: proved your 🖤 is real & big enough to have me in

Joe: Ha, alright

Joe: I only wish it was dead most the time then

Ray: you’re not gonna when I help you feel better too

Joe: you promise

Ray: yeah

Ray: whatever it takes I’m not scared to do you know it

Joe: if you wanna do it, I’ll let you, only then

Ray: I wanna do as much for you as you are for me

Joe: there’s loads more

Joe: keeps your head full of blood pumping and chaos and there’s no room for nothing else

Ray: how am I gonna give you anything back as smart as that? 

Joe: easy, I’m getting to see it work for you, not doing it alone

Ray: neither me or you feeling on our tod from here on

Joe: Deal

Ray: meaning I can tell you things if they’re a bit west 2

Joe: everything

Ray: Deal

Joe: 🔓

Ray: What I do is nothing

Ray: I’m not allowed to eat none of the 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪 or nothing else out the cupboards then I try not moving & talking as much as I can without wrecking the kids heads til mum & dad go work Monday like normal

Joe: I can see the logic and the appeal, not being the right word there… but how do you ignore your 🧠💭

Ray: I don’t 

Ray: I empty myself out so I’m full of 🧠💭 then they’re stuck in us instead of happening outside to mum & dad

Joe: It’s a good plan

Joe: my brain never wants to do nothing, I’m bad at it

Ray: the longer I last @ it the better the ✉️ drops have gone last time I didn’t eat til I was home for tea but when I gave up by morning break on [a date] remember how the spends came out short

Joe: We’ll swap, or try to

Joe: you can do what I do and I’ll try to do nothing

Ray: Don’t disappear already the skinniest

Joe: I forget to eat a lot anyway, that won’t be the hard part

Joe: it’s how loud it’ll get

Ray: I’ll be louder

Joe: 🔊👂🩸

Ray: k I’ll stop before there’s 🩸 or it’ll fuck up your music job

Joe: good point, won’t dig around in there with the ✂️

Ray: ✂️ away I can’t & won’t walk about looking like a Barbie Ali’s played with

Joe: Laura would definitely not let that go 📢

Joe: I think it’d look top

Ray: you wanna make me over with ✂️🧷🔪?

Joe: you rather felt tips and the ancient makeup of mums they thief

Ray: I’m thinking what you’d do if I let you

Joe: less of a Picasso than her but

Ray: get gripped if you go too far like

Joe: leave your eyes where they are on your head 🤞

Ray: Mand would probably notice 👀 if you moved em somewhere dead freaky 

Ray: go from Barbie to [friendly or not neighbourhood cat’s name because cats like to lie in some weird poses haha]

Joe: how much do you wanna fancy her 😬⚠️

Ray: 🙄🖕😑🖕

Joe: 😏

Ray: be Laura’s next jab maybe you should neck her instead

Joe: Won’t cheer her up, moody cow

Ray: I’d be made up if you headbutted her

Joe: can do that without swapping ☣️ flob

Ray: alright, I’ll wait & 👀 if you’re gonna for us

Joe: buzzing for when the lads ‘round her way bang me out for doing a girl in

Ray: they’re jokes those lads

Ray: but I’ll 🥊 her myself then

Joe: was serious, be a 🥳

Ray: I know & 💭 about it I’d be a divvy not to get in on the 🎊🥳🎉

Joe: can always give ‘em a reason to be 👀 at me

Ray: me 2

Joe: McKenna perks

Ray: & there’s the non scally 🎯 don’t forget

Joe: be the next goth kid to be kicked to death, like

Ray: you better not

Ray: what am I gonna do after you’ve been 👟🩸☠️? 

Joe: 😭😭😭

Ray: I’m serious you’ll be leaving me outnumbered

Ray: & their 3rd wheel 🤮🤮🤮

Joe: I’ll have to stop it from going too far then, can’t have that on my conscience 

Ray: no point bailing til I’m older & can afford [that street we were fantasising about]

Ray: have to ☠️ myself if you are

Joe: be back to barely getting by with the # of kids in this house

Ray: not my idea of fun to 👀 em as a 👻

Joe: Ghosts are shit, fair

Joe: who’s scared of a dead person who can’t move on

Ray: it’ll be shit haunting you if you’re not arsed

Ray: will have to make dead cert we’re both ☠️

Joe: sure you don’t wanna go out with him

Joe: well poetic 

Ray: shut it

Joe: third wheeling their ⚰️🪦

Joe: you had dibs first, technically

Ray: I don’t want dibs already had to live with him 

Ray: can fuck off he reckons I’m gonna ☠️ with him 2

Joe: me and you, then

Ray: 🛁🪒

Ray: cinematic tops poetic nobody reads

Joe: long as it looks like a scene out of a splatter film

Joe: can promise you that, easy

Ray: can’t have the only promise you’ve ever broke to me be the last one

Joe: I won’t

Joe: you’ll be in 17 pieces before I leave you alone with them

Ray: Why's it 17?

Joe: I counted

Joe: hands x2

Joe: arms and legs into 2 parts = 8 total

Joe: feet x2

Joe: torso you could break into hips, ribs and then shoulders = 3

Joe: skull and your spine =2, ta-da

Ray: what about teeth? 

Joe: isn’t it like 206 bones total, something like that

Joe: I dunno if teeth count but I’ll count when it gets to it, if you wanna get that specific

Ray: just saying you could take my jaw off if you’re breaking up other parts

Joe: no point keeping a trophy if I’ve gotta suck on the end of a rifle when I’m done

Ray: it’d be a shite trophy anyway I don’t get all my adult teeth til I’m 21 or something like that

Joe: they’re still in there

Joe: ain’t you seen a kid’s skull

Ray: no

Joe: I’ll show you when we do go back to school

Joe: it’s well creepy, they’re in the jaw behind the baby ones, waiting

Ray: that’s boss! 

Joe: librarian will defs wanna ring social if she sees 

Joe: you’re right though, it’s not what I’d wanna keep

Ray: come on then what would you

Joe: hair, unless I worked out a way to keep your skin from rotting

Ray: You can have some now I’ve got loads nobody’d even 👀 it gone

Joe: yeah? ✂️

Ray: I’ll do a properly small plait you can ✂️ when I leg it back

Joe: well nice, you are

Ray: you’ll feel much better & I swore I’d do whatever for it to happen

Joe: make me blush

Ray: a rush of 🩸 that’s all

Joe: s’not

Ray: but if you’d bleed for me it’s alright if you 😳

Joe: it doesn’t bother me, there’s nothing weird about it

Ray: exactly

Joe: I love you, you love me

Ray: 🖤🖤

Ray: I don’t need to count petals to know you do

Joe: not a head wrecker neither, not like other lads

Ray: I’d take a lit match to my hair before I cut it for any of em

Joe: thinking about that is almost bad enough to distract from thinking about the rest

Ray: they make me feel disgusting what they think about

Joe: they are disgusting

Ray: I hate it

Joe: I’ll make you forget you’ve heard any of it 

Ray: I pure love you 

Ray: so much

Joe: we’ll always love each other more than anyone else

Ray: everyone else is too different they can’t understand

Joe: everyone else makes me feel so mental

Ray: you’re not they’re 🧠☠️

Ray: 😴 through 💣💥🏠🔥

Joe: you 👀 it all too

Ray: yeah

Ray: I’ve pulled out my hair before cos it feels like my 🧠 is gonna 💥

Joe: I’ve done eyelashes 

Joe: hair’d be less obvious at this point though

Ray: getting gripped don’t happen however obvious though

Joe: true

Joe: just said I’d got conjunctivitis

Ray: I remember that 

Ray: how paranoid Fraze got he’d catch it

Joe: 🙄 he don’t get nothing

Ray: nah he don’t

Joe: like he’s still proper little

Ray: he’ll have his own kids & still be acting like a big one

Joe: I don’t wanna see that

Ray: we won’t have to

Ray: not gonna let him round ours & the spare key’ll be well hid nowhere he’d reckon on looking

Joe: no under the flowerpot bullshit

Ray: is right

Ray: & I’ll always be in we don’t really need 1 anyway 

Joe: I’ll hide you from everything and everyone, so safe

Ray: swear

Joe: on my life

Joe: no one will know where we live

Ray: soon as we’re old enough to go & not come back that’s what I wanna do 

Joe: we will

Joe: no hassle no thoughts you can’t escape

Ray: I dunno why I kept em to myself & didn’t tell you

Joe: talking about it is

Joe: some of it don’t even go into words, or your head says you’re not allowed to

Ray: my head’s scary when it lays down the law

Joe: I know

Ray: you know what to do I keep getting it wrong

Joe: sometimes

Joe: we can work it out together, the rest

Ray: I’m @ [whatever number of house is feasible by now in the timeframe like just so you know I’m doing it]

Joe: have you been scared

Ray: course not

Joe: you’re brave

Ray: McKenna perks

Joe: you know you’re the prettiest girl on the whole estate 

Ray: What about [whoever are considered to be the prettiest by general consensus cos there always are girls who are]?

Joe: much prettier

Joe: there’s nothing interesting about them

Ray: 😳

Joe: we’re even 

Ray: what about [whatever emo gals we hang out with here and therefore must think are vaguely interesting enough to do so] would you swerve em 2?

Joe: that depends

Joe: if I needed distracting, I’d neck on with them

Ray: you can’t

Joe: only if you ain’t about

Ray: I’d ☠️ watching that

Ray: [a slightly older girl we used to hang about with but now don’t because of her fancying Joe haha] fancies you 😒 it was her sly agenda for being in with us

Joe: have to really really change and become my enemy for me to make you watch that 

Joe: she the one with the streaks in her hair?

Ray: I knew you’d be able to pick her out the lineup

Joe: what she’s going for, look at me look at me

Ray: she’s well pretty

Joe: she wears a lot of eyeliner though

Ray: &? Don’t you reckon it looks smart?

Joe: it does

Joe: but being pretty with the right face on ain’t hard, not seen her without half her face covered in black, the other white 🤡

Ray: 😏 that’s fair like

Joe: and she was a shit mate so sod her

Ray: she wanted to giz us some streaks I said cheers but I’ve already got a twin could’ve been something to do with y she had such a cob on

Joe: she wanted a proper proper bezzie to have them sleepovers with

Ray: 🙄 never slept nowhere but home ain’t gonna start @ hers if I felt the urge 🙄 

Joe: me neither 🤞

Ray: don’t you dare

Joe: jokes 😏

Ray: punchline’s a gut punch 

Joe: not chancing it, any level

Ray: you’ll make me spew up on number [whatever it is]’s front step

Joe: having to do 9 knocks an’ all, not be happy with you

Ray: can 👂 a dog that’d eat it 🤞 maybe before I’m found out

Joe: free meal

Joe: feed begs like that, save loadsa spends

Ray: 💡 to keep us the prettiest on the estate & mum & dad safe

Joe: he would, known worse 🦊💩🐀

Ray: scatty old muppet

Joe: remember when he got into the sausages defrosting on the side

Ray: & the tinfoil off dad’s bbq 

Joe: shitting ⭐️s a well boss trick

Ray: he’s got a loads better 🔊👂🩸 bark than this dog @ number 9

Joe: got the hang of it now

Ray: 🖤

Joe: 🖤

Joe: they are walking him rn

Ray: Course they are

Joe: only jobs that get ‘em far away from mum, dad and the kids, obvs

Ray: jobs he can have a ciggy in his gob while he’s @ em 🙄

Joe: how else will you know he’s 💪

Ray: fitter to her through a cloud of smoke’s fair though

Joe: 😎 only

Ray: dunno where he’s put his glasses probably in the skip on [whatever a nearby road is called]

Joe: good thing they’re free, only wasting the governments money there

Ray: you’d reckon it was a fucking massive brace like [someone who unfortunately has one] 😭 he does

Ray: but yeah he’s properly grown & grock deffo not a big girl’s 👚

Joe: fancies himself that much he can’t hack it

Joe: no one else reckons he’s that potent, ‘cept Bea, like

Ray: what a 💔 to have

Joe: real tragedy

Ray: ideal for the film they 💭 they’re in 🤩

Joe: no great romances start here

Ray: do they even exist?

Joe: 🤔

Ray: gotta be a great big con like who do we know who’s in love

Joe: mum and dad?

Ray: 🤔

Ray: they wouldn’t shelve it in the ���❣️💕💒 section @ Blockbusters

Joe: neither of them is exactly Hugh or Julia, is why

Joe: dunno if we can call it not 🖤 though

Ray: yeah it must be 🖤

Joe: who wants 💐🍫🍾 anyway

Joe: he’d die for her

Ray: Bea 🙄 

Ray: you’re right though mum’d stay alive for dad even on days she don’t wanna

Joe: exactly, might be one of the only things they got right

Ray: they’ll be back safe if I do this right won’t they?

Joe: yeah

Joe: there’s more steps but you’re doing really good

Ray: What’s the next?

Joe: it depends where everyone is and what they wanna do, if you have any time alone or the kids are in your face

Joe: the list is endless

Ray: they’ll be stuffing 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪 in their faces could drive a bus through the kitchen & they wouldn’t be arsed

Joe: alright, yeah, you can let Ro count and order the sweeties, she’ll do it proper

Ray: don’t need to 👀 her she never chiefs any

Joe: exactly, once the other 2 are back in too and mum and dad are out, I’ll show you how to check all the doors and windows proper

Joe: then you’re right, can go to the bathroom and do another one that makes your head full of 🩸 nowt else, ‘fore they’ll be arsed about a film

Ray: my heart’s racing & I’ve still gotta run back

Joe: s’as good as having your headphones blaring

Joe: you can take a break, if you need one

Ray: I don’t

Ray: I want everything to spin

Joe: good

Joe: so keep going

Ray: I’d be dead fast if I weren’t weighed down by the kids’ bribes

Joe: about sums them up

Ray: worth it for the peace it’ll earn me & you

Joe: be so much easier if we didn’t have to worry about them

Ray: what we get for mum & dad being pure in love

Ray: other people’s parents would’ve fallen out of it by 3

Joe: 🤢🤢

Joe: other people’s would’ve worked out how rubbers work

Ray: least Bea knows cos can’t trust Fraze not be that rem he’d chance it

Joe: the other girls he’ll have to worry about

Ray: you said none of them reckon he’s potent

Joe: some girls ain’t fussy, depends how much he still fancies himself in a few years

Ray: 🤢🤢

Joe: not if Bea has anything to do with it, you’re alright

Ray: she’ll go west

Joe: like you

Ray: we ain’t alike

Joe: not much

Ray: fuck you 🖕 not at all

Joe: Alright, alright

Ray: why do you reckon we are?

Ray: cept to 😤 us

Joe: how I said, you get jealous too, that’s it

Ray: I’m allowed to

Ray: you’re my brother she’s not his anything

Joe: not how she wants it

Ray: she knows it don’t work like that

Ray: getting what you want cos you want it

Joe: probably not

Ray: life’s only that fair if you’re a bute baby born in [the fanciest place they know]

Joe: I don’t care if we live there, I’d still not have no sprogs ever

Ray: You’d be a top dad wherever you lived

Joe: nah

Ray: yeah

Ray: they’d feel so safe & made up all the time

Joe: it’s too much, to make that happen all the time, why it don’t

Ray: if anyone could do it it’d be you

Joe: you want some, one day

Ray: I dunno it’s different when you’re the girl doing it

Ray: the kid has to be inside of us & then come out

Joe: scarier than any slasher, that

Ray: is a slasher if they have to cut it out

Joe: more like alien the other way

Ray: nobody tells you what to do if it comes out looking 👽

Ray: how long are you meant to wait & 👀🤞?

Joe: ask mam, Ali and Tommo were really weird looking

Ray: I don’t remember properly

Joe: really?

Ray: maybe they were so 👽 I’ve blocked it out

Joe: scarred you for life

Ray: there’s loads I should but don’t & have to pretend about

Joe: You was well little when Tommo was born anyway, most people look at pictures and fill in the blanks, I reckon

Ray: do you reckon I was weird looking 2?

Joe: you and him were blonde but less blonde

Joe: their hair was white like they’d seen 👻👻

Ray: I dunno where they got you from but I’m made up they did

Joe: not a box like mum, be suspicious if it weren’t her they popped out of

Joe: dunno where my hair came from, look more like Bea and Ro than any of you

Ray: they were mates mum & dad might’ve won you in a game of cards off em or something

Joe: might be onto something

Joe: ended up with the full set in the end

Ray: I think your hair is class

Joe: not like I’ve got a shit 80s perm, nah

Ray: we could have a go or tip the bleach on instead of downing it 😏

Joe: it’d go ranga then I’d be proper like their brother instead 

Joe: piss off with that 😂

Ray: come on it’d put off Mandy & [that emo girl we hate]

Joe: yeah, and what’s in it for me, like 😏

Ray: us not @ your throat about it

Joe: sounds like I don’t like it, put it like that

Ray: you’d like us as your proper proper bezzie more I reckon

Joe: have to 👀

Ray: I’ll show you

Joe: I’m glad you told me

Joe: and I could tell you, some of the 🧠💩

Ray: you don’t gotta hold back none now we’ve started

Ray: you know you can trust me with all your 🧠💩

Joe: You can trust me, anything

Ray: I’d pull out every eyelash to wish we could 🔒 the rest of em out tonight if it was any use

Ray: give you a fucking break 

Joe: you’re the only one who sees it, that it’s any fucking harder for me being oldest

Ray: they lean on you that hard I swear I can feel it in my own 🦴🦴

Joe: mum treats me like I’m more mature than dad

Ray: you probably are but that don’t mean it’s alright for her to

Ray: it ain’t it’s arl to put her bullshit on your shoulders

Joe: when I was younger, I didn’t mind, could tell it made her feel better so who cares

Joe: now, I dunno

Ray: you’ve had enough

Joe: one thing ranting to a kid you reckons got no clue, takes the piss if she still thinks that now though

Ray: she’s not thinking about you when she’s carrying on like that

Joe: if you are

Joe: then I’ll be good

Ray: I will

Ray: loads more even than I already do

Joe: how are you still so sweet, eh

Ray: clue’s in the name

Joe: it suits you

Ray: anything not to feel like she swapped 1 R daughter for another

Joe: do you think we’ll ever find her

Ray: if we did I wouldn’t know what to think

Joe: I don’t think she would either

Ray: maybe she’d understand our 🧠💩 2 but then you’d end up liking her more than us same as mum does

Joe: mum don’t know her, there’s nothing she can like or dislike, just her 💭

Ray: all I know is she wanted Fraze & she got me for a tag along & that wrecked her head

Ray: it don’t matter how long I’m here I can’t compete with someone who ain’t but she reckons should be 

Joe: you think she’d be better if it was only me, him and Tommo

Ray: don’t you? 

Joe: maybe

Joe: she was keen to crack on adding 2 more girls though so I don’t know

Ray: they’re different they make up for it a bit I don’t I’m adding to mum’s guilt not taking none away

Joe: I don’t think it’d make no odds to the girl, that you are and I’m a lad

Joe: she’ll either not care at all or be fuming at us all existing as a whole

Ray: I dunno how she’d not care they didn’t exactly hang about

Joe: yeah, but we dunno where she is, could easily be better than here without having to do much 

Ray: !! she could live on [their fantasy street] & be our neighbour & we’d have no clue

Joe: She’d be about 15 now, give it another year and she could go off and live anywhere she wants 

Ray: do you think she’ll come looking for mum?

Joe: no way to know, would you, if you were her

Ray: depends on the other one I got if she was pure boss there’s not much need

Joe: some people are curious, others would rather not know

Ray: Ali’d be off like a shot in her place

Joe: she’d try it now if she was

Ray: I feel like a divvy saying this cos she’s just a kid but she makes me feel rem she’s that sharp

Joe: nah, I get it

Joe: if she had been born in my spot, she might’ve actually sorted mum out, honestly

Ray: should’ve been me doing it

Joe: no

Joe: proper adults sort themselves ‘fore having any kids is how it is

Joe: you taking my spot wouldn’t make me feel better

Ray: I’ve let you down is how I feel

Joe: no more than I’ve let you down, all of you

Ray: if I was a better daughter she wouldn’t have had to keep on trying for Ali & all our lives’d be easier

Joe: shh, you’re not a bad daughter

Ray: I’ve gotta be nothing else makes sense

Joe: you haven’t done anything wrong, Ray, I promise

Ray: if it was true it would feel true & I wouldn’t feel wrong all the time

Joe: everything is wrong, the world is fucked, ‘specially ours

Ray: I don’t wanna be here

Joe: I know, me neither

Ray: I’ve fucked it I’m meant to be running & I’ve stopped

Joe: where are you, I could come find you

Ray: [wherever the hell this gal is]

Ray: it won’t work now nothing’s gonna work now

Joe: yes it will, you did all the doors

Ray: swear?

Joe: I swear

Joe: and I have backups, when I can’t do certain ones because everyone’s too in my face or the bathroom is hectic, it’s okay

Joe: just breathe and I’ll come get you

Ray: I’ll be okay if I sit til you’re here

Joe: find a patch of grass with no glass or dog shit if you can

Ray: 🧚🏼‍♀️✨

Joe: tall order round ‘ere, I know 😏

Joe: but you could lie and look at the sky, meant to make you feel better, cold dirt under you

Ray: deffo does

Ray: I’ll 👀 the ☁️☁️☁️ til I find one looking like [whatever childhood imaginary friend or fave toy Joe had whatever the vibe was there like I’ll say hi to your bestie lol remember them]

Joe: tah very much, been a while, gonna be right sulky

Ray: least I’ll be less sulky myself for 😢 if they’re 👿

Ray: sorted a decent excuse

Joe: I can handle your tantrums, if you wanna go back to that 

Ray: pull your hair & put the boot in for old time’s sake

Joe: have at it, girl

Ray: k then

Joe: in a bit 👌

Ray: I’m counting 

Joe: that excited to kick my head in?

Joe: sounds about right

Ray: can’t wait to work out if you can carry me further than all the 💪 scally lads & their bags full of cans

Joe: I’m well hard, you’re well scrawny, no probs

Ray: compliment yourself & diss us yeah? That’s what time it is

Joe: gotta get you in the fighting mood somehow

Ray: you wanna take us on that bad like

Joe: you scared now?

Ray: nah I’ll have you

Joe: 😆 more like it

Ray: aim to please & ☠️

Joe: don’t change

Joe: when you start getting older, don’t start only listening to top-40 and caring about getting off with chav lads in stolen cars

Ray: I’d turn the weapon on myself & be the one to ☠️ before I let any of that bullshit happen

Joe: I won’t mercy kill you just ‘cos you’ve gone 🧠💀 like everyone else

Ray: y not? if you pure 🖤 me you’d least try to save us from a fate worse than ☠️

Joe: wouldn’t pure love you if you were that much of a divvy

Joe: best stay as you are

Ray: on my life

Joe: good girl

Ray: don’t stop loving me

Ray: ever

Joe: never ever

Ray: good lad

Joe: cute

Ray: 👧🏼🌼🩰✨🍭

Joe: hey

Ray: 😏 jokes

Joe: nah, I just remembered something

Joe: you said you like my hair, do you want some too

Ray: yeah course I would

Joe: well you can have some then, I forgot to offer, be rude not to when you did

Ray: I’d have come @ you with the ✂️ anyway but it’s cute you offered

Joe: 😏

Joe: where are we gonna put it

Ray: I reckoned on putting it in my diary but then it’s stuck on a page

Ray: what if I want it without carrying the whole book about

Joe: what about something like… an old vaseline tin

Joe: or a tic-tac thing

Ray: you’re the sharpest person I know

Joe: thinking about it feels nice, my stomach isn’t in my throat 

Ray: making you feel better makes me feel better 2

Joe: can’t suddenly have a locket from nowhere, even if we could lift it dead easy for you

Joe: maybe your birthday though

Ray: you’re properly gonna make me cry

Joe: [you better show up boy, not have this girl crying in the streets, just laying yourself down beside her once you’ve checked the area several times like hey]

Ray: [just lie on him like hey cos what are boundaries or personal space]

Joe: [cup her face like you been crying or nah ‘cos we need to know]

Ray: [blatantly has even if we’re annoyed about the fact because a child of mcvickers should never, doing a little sniff like you gotta after you cry]

Joe: [using your sleeve to wipe her nose like a gross child would do because you do not care but wipe her eyes with your fingers at least ‘you’re alright, baby Ray’ being something you probably got called affectionately mockingly as a smaller child]

Ray: [letting him do that even though we are mortified because it’s him and we only trust you to see us like this, playfully and affectionately punching you over this nickname like we’re actually gonna brawl here]

Joe: [catching your fist and twisting your arm, lazily and gently, purely so you fight back not because we aim to win here because reckon it’ll make you feel better]

Ray: [just staring at him with our massive eyes through the curtain of hair that’s probably fallen over her face cos it’s lowkey so long and naturally straight always unlike the rest of these kids with their curls and whirls]

Joe: [now you’re just staring at each other like that’s not a thing, moving said hair out of said eyes ‘what happened to aim to kill?’ quietly]

Ray: [‘can kill with kindness too’ burying her face into his chest like that’s a normal thing for siblings to do, obvs listening to his heart while we’re there but hiding for a sec or two first]

Joe: [‘sorry’ when you mean that you can’t make it stop on command for the bit but it just sounds like you’re embarrassed by how fast it probably is rn]

Ray: [dragging his head into position to be able to listen to yours because it’s fast too from your little meltdown thinking that Tess does not love you and all your other exploits and worries like it’s okay listen we’re the same]

Joe: [when that does make you smile, which you can feel from the muscles moving in his face on your body if you can’t see it]

Ray: [smiling ourselves at that whether it’s felt or seen and also getting strands of his hair and pulling them gently and wrapping them round our fingers as best we can like we’re testing which bit we wanna cut off]

Joe: [when you can wrap hers ‘round your whole arm basically like lol ‘gonna need a fucking shoebox for this’ like you’re taking it all]

Ray: [shaking her head so much so all the hair tickles him like excuse me I don’t wanna be bald ‘dead subtle’ like 1. You carrying a shoebox everywhere and 2. Me having no hair left, doing the little braid that she said she would & looking at him like 😏 that’s your lot boy]

Joe: [just loling and watching her braid her hair and putting our index finger up and gesturing at our own like you get one curl, that’s it]

Ray: [watch her do and redo this plait several times because it must be super neat for him to have and also we must do it more than once for those ocd traits anyway]

Joe: [doing a bigger one the other side for the pisstake because you clearly know how with those 2 little sisters you’d all have to muck in with]

Ray: [oh the not at all casual intimacy of doing someone else’s hair, it’s FINE, taking whatever hair band we have that we’re not already using here and putting it on his wrist like you should also have this forever nbd]

Joe: [bringing it SO close to our face ‘cos we’re inspecting it for all the hair that gets wrapped around them and making 0 attempt to remove said hairs]

Ray: [so slowly and deliberately pulling it so it twangs against his wrist because that’s a good little coping mechanism and you can’t tell me she wouldn’t have used it]

Joe: [we all know that one baby, the way we don’t even flinch is gonna let you know we do, making eye contact again and plucking a few hairs out of her head ‘cos not trying to come at you with our totally unhinged behaviour rn]

Ray: [at least you can take the opportunity to show him your tiny hair pulling bald spot gal because it’d be so easily hideable obvs like I imagine behind her ear or somewhere like that and so we don’t ever have to but we wanna]

Joe: [touching said spot to feel the spiky regrowth because we’re just curious as hell, tickling her ear when we pull our hand away]

Ray: [loling and swatting at him cos I’m soz but only actual psychopaths aren’t ticklish it’s so weird when peeps aren’t, showing him on said ear when we’ve recovered enough to all the places we wanna get pierced when we’re older, going all in thinking you’re gonna have millions the way you do when you’re 10 like ‘I wanna get piercings all along here’ moving and demonstrating ‘and here’]

Joe: [pinching all the spots as she does ‘you’ll look so sick’ because we know your type Joseph ‘boys that try that hard look like knobheads, I’ll get my ear done though, just let the others closeup after I’ve put the hole in’ very much the energy]

Ray: [‘how many you reckon we could get away with before mum & dad notice?’ flicking her hair like thanks for hiding a multitude of sins, doing a face like soz you don’t have that luxury rn Joseph which we genuinely mean & isn’t a pisstake, are not elaborating if we mean literally all tonight or over time]

Joe: [shrugging so dismissively of your parents like the limit does not exist, which is not true, they just wouldn’t lose their mind over it ‘long as you keep it above the shoulders’]

Ray: [‘school then?’ cos yeah your parents are little rebhogs hence we’re more curious than we are worried about getting in trouble and likewise with school cos you clearly go to a shit one so they’re unlikely to care at all in our mind, sticking our tongue out and telling him that the oldest and coolest girl we hang with whatever she’s called has hers pierced like okay I’ll do that next too as if he means we can’t get piercings unless they’re in our ears or face haha no nips or belly button]

Joe: [conversely, they get really pedantic ‘cos I remember it was PLAIN STUDS ONLY like why is this the hill we’re dying on, same with no coats indoors and the ridiculousness they waste their time with instead of education, rolling our eyes thinking of as much ‘no hoops, no plugs, nothing boss’ but shrugging like can do it anyway ‘cos we don’t care about your silly rules, 😏 ‘she fancy me too?’]

Ray: [‘a tiny stud would look boss’ poking our nostril like here cos twas the grunge vibe and as if the school will be totally fine with that compromise, but the face like THUNDER and Tess style DEATH STARE when he says that because the levels we don’t want him to get with this gal we see as a legit threat cos genuinely think she’s as cool & hot as anyone is around here even though I’m sure she probably has an older sketchy bf anyways soz not soz Joseph]

Joe: [‘Xtina’ ‘cos she originated that look very much, I remember, with her dreads and dirrty lewk, soz we’re loling at your grumping ‘come on, she don’t anyway’ and miming a breaking heart as if we’re devastated here]

Ray: [actually brawling him in the way we didn’t earlier, too hard to be called a playfight cos siblings do be popping off like that so can and will]

Joe: [we know we just let you as is our energy, until you wanna stop]

Ray: [at least you’ll stop pretty quick cos he was only taking the piss we’re not livid and obvs don’t have loads of energy to be using beating you up sir even if it is your kink, just flopping down and lying on him again like we’re back at the start]

Joe: [just telling her about this girl’s older boyf and his cool boy energy because clearly the vibe, picking up some of this stolen stash and filling your pockets and whatnot so she’s less laden down]

Ray: [give him his faves so he can eat them before Tommy and Ali do if he wants cos stole them for him not those greedy pigs and we’re buzzing this gal has a bf so]

Joe: [shake your head ‘cos you said you wouldn’t eat so she could and gesture like go ahead]

Ray: [shaking her head too cos don’t wanna even though we could]

Joe: [finding out her favourites like no? And putting them in her jeans or whatever you are wearing pocket like for later then]

Ray: [I’ll have to pick her an actual fave cos we know Fraze’s are lemon sherbets but for now get up even if you make no moves to actually start walking back home yet]

Joe: [get up too, dust yourself off and stand next to her, holding her leg to yourself to line them up so you can start walking on the same foot and keep in step]

Ray: [start your walk back lads you gotta get home eventually so mcvickers can leave]

Joe: [gotta get these children set up in front of the telly with their bribes to behave]

Ray: [you’re welcome they’re all close af at this age and none of them are really clingy to you like a baby Grace situation but hence I was like we should vibe what y’all get up to cos you’ll get chance even though baze are gonna do sod all to help clearly]

Joe: [they’d be quite good at entertaining themselves but you have to keep an eye so they’re not rugrats-ing their way out into trouble lol because Ali is a ringleader honey; they’ve been fed, no one cares about homework and it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you didn’t bathe so it’s minimal what you have to do just the stress of the situation]

Ray: [just make sure they’re not being cheeky and getting into shit they shouldn’t, we see you Ali you tiny rebhog, you can probably cut your plait and his curl off cos that’ll only take a sec but you’ll have to wait it out til the sugar crash hits and you can put them to bed before you get to fully pop off]

Joe: [so what do you wanna vibe out miss]

Ray: [obvs we can do piercings like y’all said, is there anything else you wanna do from Joe’s coping mechanisms, cos we don’t wanna go too hard on day 1 blatantly but we’re also bonding here so]

Joe: [piercings is an easy way to do the self-harm without going in so that’s okay, we’re just doing all the holes, doing the locks and window checks and all that jazz, you’re clearly watching horror films and whatnot, awkwardly avoiding baze as per usual I’m sure, no eating]

Ray: [there’s no shortage of bad horror films to distract yourselves with no matter the era thankfully because we know damn well you’re not gonna be able to sleep ever, can snuggle though, perfectly normal sibling behaviour there yep]

Joe: [so normal, not at all gonna start getting weird real soon]

[cloudyyangel]

Nanami Kento thinks you look best in his blue button up. He enjoys seeing the stretch and pull of the fabric against your plump body. He also enjoys the events leading up to you tugging on his shirt.

3.3k

nsfw, cw: lack of prep, dry humping, body inclusive reader, afab reader, slight praise kink, one ass smack

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Nanami watches as you gather your underwear from the foot of his bed and slip back into them, a small smile playing at your lips. Your wiggles to get them just right over your thighs and ass has Nanami sighing softly as he leans against the headboard- eyeing every piece of plush flesh that bounces with your movements.

He had tried to coax you to stay in bed, dinner can wait sweetheart, but you had been adamant about feeding the over worked and stressed sorcerer (No Kento, I am not a suitable meal! You told him for the fifth time). He had came straight home from work and gotten you into bed before any greetings of hellos or how are yous.

You glance around for your shirt, the one he won’t mention is on the opposite side of the bed by the wall. It’s a game for him; getting you to throw your shirt off in a lust fueled haze and losing it. You always try to find it afterwards, sometimes even nudging him to roll over so you can search under him. Nanami was patient as his gaze followed you around the room- he knew the ultimate victory of the night was close. It sent a pleasant warmth through his chest as you finally give up and pull on the only shirt on the floor.

Nanami is built different, as you’ve jokingly told him many times. He’s tall with broad shoulders and a toned physique from fighting curses over the years. You, in a great difference, are soft with rounded edges that contrast with his sharp angles. You love to watch him flex as he chops vegetables for dinner, or see the taut skin of his stomach as he stretches before bed- it’s everything you’re not and it use to sting a bit, cut into your heart that maybe you weren’t good enough.

Nanami Kento, on the other hand, loves the opposition of your bodies. He loves the soft skin of your shoulders under his hands, to feel fat squeezing between his fingers as he grips your thighs, loves to watch your belly match the pumps of his hips as he drives his cock into you. He loves you, truly and wholeheartedly, and everything about you. Over time his sweet words, sinful praises, and all consuming actions have nestled their way into your body to take home in your skin.

They settle in your heart- the logic conscious man had no time to string someone along or for empty compliments. Fine, Nanami had relented one night after you explain why you’re not enough for him, you are big. You’re also beautiful, smart, amazing, talented. It’s just another word that describes why I love you. You start to believe it after that.

The blue button up you pull on after a session of love making is what he loves the most. Out of all the looks you had, it was his favorite. The fabric clings to the fat of your arms while the wrists are loose. It stretches across your full chest with only three buttons fastened in an attempt to hold you even as they pull taut (you know they’re reliable, just like the man who wears it). It couldn’t cover your tummy, even with how broad he is, but the material covers enough for you to trot around the room in.

It’s ill fitting- not necessarily too small, but made for a slimmer and taller build. Tailor made for Nanami Kento. On you, it’s a frumpy mess- the blue material wrinkling at odd places, bunching up around your arms but god if he doesn’t melt at the sight of you. His blue button up, stretched safely around your bigger form- it reminds him that you are his, that you love him, that he can protect and cherish you. He tries to keep it out as often as he can, fighting his urge to keep everything smartly in its place, just in hopes of you tugging it on. He soon found out that you were more willing to pull it on when you were in a dazed state, wanting to put on some semblance of clothes after an extended period of being exposed. Nanami was more than happy to provide that mindset for you.

This evening, his shirt had been tossed to the floor as soon as he entered the bedroom. His tie was somewhere in the living room, his glasses by the front door, shoes strewn across the entrance. Nanami is a smart man, however, and was careful with this shirt- he let that drop right in the middle of the room, to be sure it was the only thing you saw after he had satisfied both of your needs.

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“Impatient, hmm Kento?” You teased as his hands groped at the fat on your hips to pull you even closer to him. He was home exactly on time despite the complaint of overtime and caught you by surprise. Nanami had strode into the bedroom with no words as he let his shirt drop to the floor and immediately captured your lips in a kiss.

The normally composed sorcerer had called on his break to rant about useless colleagues and a curse getting too close for comfort and that he just wanted to hear your voice. He promised to try not to work too late, I miss you darling, but you knew he put everything he had into work and told him you would be waiting for him with a smile.

Nanami hummed as he bruised your lips in a needy kiss. “I just need you.” He had muttered with a rut of his hips against yours. His length was already pronounced and it made you pull back with a slight gasp- light glistened off the string of spit that connected you two.

The situation at work must have gotten to him, his controlled façade had slipped completely off as he attacked you with an usual fervor. His hands squeezed your hips before they roamed over your tummy- it was one of his favorite places to touch and kiss and squeeze and worship.

He never faltered on his slow, methodical, rut against you, not slowing down to even remove both of your bottoms. “K-kento, we can-“ Your suggestion to continue in bed was cut off when his hands wrapped around your back to grope at your ass.

He always did go straight for what he wanted. Which explained why he was rutting you into the wall with spit spread around your lips.

His hips sped up and harsh pants met your face as he pressed forward. Nanami’s brow was furrowed, fingers griped tight on your ass as he slotted between your legs. His composure, his calmness, had been tossed to the side along with his shirt the second he saw you. Now, his cock was leaking into his slacks and he was just so desperate to feel you against him that the wall would do for now.

The new closeness brought his hard cock right against your cunt, still both clothed but the friction was enough to make you grow wet and grind back against him. The angle pushed you up on your toes, desperate to feel even more of him and if you angled your hips just right, you could feel Nanami’s length slide right over your clothed slit.

You had refused on multiple times to be picked up, even when he insisted on multiple times that he could. Instead, he accommodated your needs and wants, simply finding a way to be able to grind against you while he pressed your back against the wall. He bent down to suck the smooth skin of your neck into his mouth, only to increase the speed of his ministrations on your now dripping cunt.

His hips rubbed harder against you, effectively pining you to the wall and it started to burn against your skin. The sting only amplified the feeling every time it rubbed against your pussy lips and you couldn’t help but whimper with every thrust.

Deep in your stomach, something tightened and grew into a comfortable pressure, your orgasm growing with every thrust of Nanami’s hips. One hand left your ass to roughly paw at your chest, his fingers easily found the pebbled nipple and rolled it a few times before he gave a light tug. As you gasped he took the opportunity to shove his mouth over yours, to lavish his tongue against yours. It wasn’t enough for you, or him, but you were the first to break.

You needed more, needed him and needed something physical to touch you. "Kento, please” you whined into his mouth as you felt the soaked fabric of your underwear stick and cling to you.

The broken cry brought Nanami back as he pulled away from your hips, not able to control his harsh pants. The sudden stop made you jerk against him, desperate for any relief against your clit that throbbed under your pants. Nanami stared down at you, blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead with darkened eyes, and heaved a few deep breaths. His expression cleared as he took in your state- the caretaker role slid back on as he saw how wrecked you were from just a few minutes of dry humping. Your eyes were half lidded and cloudy with tears from the friction, hips still stuttered from the loss of contact, and your chest heaved. When he didn’t move, you reach forward with a grabby hand to tug his belt towards you. He easily caught your hand and slightly ‘tsk’ed when you voiced your displeasure with a frown.

“Look what you do to me.” He sighed and brought both of your hands to his cock that strained against the fabric of his slacks. You desperately gripped at the hardness which earned you a sharp hiss from his kiss bruised lips. You mewled at the sound but Nanami was never one to be outdone.

He eyed your own sex and let out a small chuckle. “Look what I do to you.” He said amused as he rubbed your hands over the wet spot of your pants. The pressure made the fabric catch against your slick lips, swollen from the rough friction and you arched into it before he pulled the hands away. He chuckled at your pout and wiggle to find friction again.

“I can’t believe how needy you are,” you bit out in frustration at his tease, “dry humping me like a virg-.” He swallowed the rest of your retort with a heavy kiss and quick swat to your ass. The small spank had you flatten yourself against the wall with a surprised gasp.

“You’re the one soaked through two layers of clothes. I think you’re the needy one, sweetheart.” He commented with a harsh tug on your ass which slammed your hips against his. It pressed your lips against your clit and sent a jolt through your body and the loud whine that left your lips already proved his point as he dragged you towards the bed. He brought his hands back to himself and left you to stand in front of him.

Nanami didn’t break your gaze as he went to unbuckle his pants and flung them off somewhere (you would tease him later how messy that was, throwing his clothes around like a teenager). You shifted as you watched his thick cock spring free of his slacks. The pretty red head slapped against his flushed stomach and you swallowed a whine as your cunt continued to throb. You would drop to your knees if he asked, pull your knees as wide as they would go, press your face into the mattress- anything to get his perfectly thick pretty cock inside of you. Nanami was observant as ever and smirked as he sat down on the bed.

“Like I said, needy.” His voice was a rumble and the comment sent a flutter through you. Nanami eyed you up and down, still fully clothed even as he sat naked on the bed, and gave a solid pat to his thigh.

“Take off your pants.”

Nerves shot through you- even after being with Nanami for so long. It was a force of habit to hide your body, to not show off and it made your movements lag as you unbuttoned and pulled off your pants. Despite his preference to see you naked- he rarely undressed you himself. He allowed you to take off whatever clothes you felt comfortable enough to remove, and at your own pace.

He was patient, as he always was, while you worked to obey him and not listen to the doubts that swirled in your head. His command, soft as it was, fought against those doubts you had. You wanted to please him, feel the praise run through your body, and that beat out whatever words had been thrown at your body in the past. His pale eyes watched as your thighs were freed and jiggled as you lifted you feet to kick them away.

His legs parted slowly (god what a sight to see Nanami Kento spread his legs wide for your body) and you slotted yourself in between his strong legs. “Look at you,” it came out breathless as he softly slid his hands under your shirt and you took the silent command to throw it off along with your bra, “sweetheart you’re gorgeous.” He pressed a few kisses to your stomach, his lips sinking into your skin. Your hands threaded through his blonde locks to let your nails scrape against his skull.

That was the praise that made every piece of exposed skin worth it- his gentle tone and sweet words sunk into the fat on your body and sent a shiver through you. He responded with soft bites into your even softer skin; his lips sucked a few red marks next to your navel to prove his point.

“Come join me, please Angel. Let me feel you.” He spoke quietly as he lead you onto his lap. You obeyed wordlessly- his words, his voice washed over you and made you compliant. Your weight pressed against his strong thighs, the bed dipped beneath your combined weight, and your stomach trapped his cock between the two of you as you settled down on his lap.

Nanami’s lips instantly latched onto your nipple, sucking and licking the hard bud. His hands roamed across your back, dipped to your love handles to pull you against him and you pressed up closer to his cock. His hips thrusted up on instinct to fuck his cock against your soft stomach, and drew a small moan from your lips. You rolled your hips against him which left behind a nice slick of your juices on his lap. His cock twitched against your stomach just as your clit pulsed from lack of stimulation.

Nanami was more than happy to lazily roll hips against hips until someone gave in. Once again, you broke first. “Wanna feel you Kento, please.” You muttered as your hips sped up on his lap. Your clit throbbed with every light push and you could feel the quiver travel through your thighs.

“You will, sweet girl. I’ll fill you up, give you what you need.” He promised as his hand travelled down to finally touch your wet pussy. His long fingers teased your slit and one easily slid between the folds. He had been the one to storm into the room and dry hump you to a wreck, but now wanted to properly get you ready.

You tried not to pout at him being a gentlemen to prep you but at this point he had teased you too long. You whined and weaved your fingers through his light hair to tug his gaze up to your own. Your empty cunt was painful as it pulsed around nothing. “No, please Kento, I need you now. I promise I can take it I promise just- I need you right now please please-“ he kissed your babbles away and moved his hands to grip the back of your thighs. He was patient, but even he had a limit.

Nanami pulled back to lock his pale gaze onto your teary eyes. “Can you handle that sweetheart?” He asked firmly, any tease gone.

You nodded quickly, blinking away tears at the need of his fat cock inside of you. “Promise Ken! I promise!” You whined and he shushed you again.

“That’s enough baby, lift up for me.” You pushed up on your knees and pawed at his chest as he lined up at your entrance. Your little whines of ‘please’ were silenced as the tip of his cock slipped through your slick hole.

As Nanami helped you lower yourself, he let out a string of encouragements, “You can take it, I know you can good girl, just go slow, don’t rush yourse-“ his words were cut off with a broken moan as you spread your knees and sank further down on his cock. “F-fuck baby.” His head dropped against your shoulder and he fully moaned.

Nanami was vocal in the aspect that he would praise you, give you commands, but those moans were special and sent an electrical shock right to your core. You griped at his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck with your own whine as his thick cock stretched you out.

It burned. As wet as you were, it practically dripped down your legs, his fat cock still stretched and squeezed itself inside of it. You slowly sank down until you met his lap once more, thick cock buried in your fat pussy. Neither of you moved for a moment, enjoying the fill and stretch of each other. His hands clawed into the extra fat on your thighs, sure to leave pinpoint bruises in the morning, and gave a small bounce.

“Ah! Not yet, wait,” you stammered out with a whimper to his hair, your pussy throbbed around the intrusion.

“You can do it for me sweetheart, move and bounce on my cock, yeah? You’ll be a good girl.” He coaxed into your neck with a few swipes of his tongue.

You nodded instantly, his words wiped out any doubts or pain you had. “Ye-yeah. I can.” You confirmed and raised up on your knees slightly before you dropped your weight back down.

He let you set the pace, happy to feel the rise and fall of your thighs on his, watch your tits bounce, feel the tight squeeze of your cunt on his cock, hear the pants right by his ear. “Kento, Kento,” you chanted as your rises got higher and quicker.

His own pants and moans were almost lost in the mix of your vocalizations and the squelch of your pussy around his cock. The tightness that formed deep in your belly came back, egged on by the sounds and feel of Nanami. “More! Ken, I need more, please, just, just a lil’ more.”

You leaned back from him to grind your hips down just as he moved to thrust up to hit right there oh god that was the spot. Your moan was loud and delicious to him as the head of his cock brushed the spongy spot inside of you that left you slack jawed. He took advantage of your leaned back form and laid back on the bed before he bucked his hips. You fell forward, catching yourself on his chest. “More, sweet girl?” He questioned with a smile of adoration and lust.

Nanami was nothing short of a giving and loving partner, always happy to give you exactly what you asked for. In this new position, he was quick to thrust up so hard that it jerked you forward. That warmth in your belly grew sharper, brighter, as it weaved through your body with every hit of his cock inside of you. He continued his thrusts as you threw yourself back to meet his hips. Wet slaps of his cock being driven into you mingled with your loud moans and his quieter grunts.

He never could keep his hands still at this point. His hands groped at your jiggly ass, moved to cup your belly that hung over him, pinched at your nipples on your tits that swung right in his face, and pulled your thighs apart to watch his cock piston in and out of you. It was too much for him, just to watch you and everything about you as you bounced on top of him with such lewd sounds and faces. He loved you. “My good girl, you’re taking me so well, bouncing on my cock so nicely. How does it feel princess?”

Your arms threatened to give out as your hands clenched into fist on top of his chest. “Good! ‘S good Kento! Your- ah! your cock ‘s hitting so good!” You managed to respond as he continued to jack hammer into your soppy cunt. Nanami deepened his thrusts at your words, pleased that you always listened to him even with his cock that wiped most thoughts out of your mind. “Close, gonna...wanna cum with you.” You whined over his quiet grunts.

One hand left your ass and settled on the fat of your pussy right above the sensitive little bud that begged for touch. Your clit throbbed with the closeness and you leaned closer to him. He responded by snapping his cock deeper into you, a wet smack echoing with every thrust. “ ‘m close too princess, your so tight around me. ‘M gonna fill you up nice and full, okay? Make you bigger with all my cum.” His thumb found your clit and gave it a soft rub.

A jolt of sensation travelled through your body. “So deep, cum so deep inside me, puh-, puhlease!” Your begs and pleads became a mess as Nanami sped up the circles on your clit. Only utters of “Ken!”, “puhlease!” “Cum ‘n me!” fell from your mouth as your orgasm grew. You slunk down on his chest, almost laid out flat on him as his hips kept up their relentless pace. The circling of your clit, your cunt leaking around his fat cock, the warmth in your belly, Nanami’s praises of good girl my good girl- everything snapped.

You came loudly with stars behind your eyes, called out his name with a quiver that ran through your thighs and a gush of your juices that coated his lap beneath you as you full collapsed against his chest. He fucked you through your orgasm as he gave you one, two, three deep pumps- his hips only stilled with his cock buried balls deep as he emptied his cum inside your pulsing cunt and his lips praised your name. It took a moment to feel your thighs stop their shake, feel his cum settle into you, as you both recovered from your orgasms.

His chest heaved under you, arms wrapped around your waist to drag you up off his softening cock. You whined at the drag, positive both his lap and the sheets would be a mess of your combined cum. These moments, basked in the afterglow, neither of you could care about stained sheets and leaking cum.

Nanami settled you against his side and his lips dropped a slow and deep kiss against your own. “Love you, love you Kento.” You mumbled. “I love you, my darling.”

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So yes, seeing his shirt on you- face still flushed, hair a mess, red bite marks decorating your plush stomach- it was his favorite look.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #Nanami Kento smut #chubby!reader #cw body inclusive #cw dry humping #okay! so!! here you go. #this snowballed. it was really only suppose to be the first three paragraphs but then I just kept writing. #once again if anyone says anything about being ooc I will kick ankles. #there is very little dialogue okay!!! and Nanami is soft and sweet!!! fight me!!! #I hate writing smut because I’m so use to embellishing and getting paid per word. so I add way to many details #and I tend to draw sex scenes out #I’m really bad at this. and I might actually delete it. I know I��m suppose to be confident in my writing and normally I am. but this? ehhhh #it’s not slow burn but damn leading up to the actual sex takes 56 years #some of the dialogue is taken right from my uhhh experiences. along with some of the actions. hahahaa #this is not beta’d or thought out or planned. I just wrote. edited it lightly. then tagged. and now I will post and run #dropping this at 10am and then leaving to go to town. ✌🏼 #🌥 cloudy writes #🌥 cloudy writes jjk

[finelinevogue]

Obsessed with your imagines you so when they have 3 kids and they’re all older! What about one where Harry has to have a sex talk with his kids OR y/n and Harry come home to find their kids throwing a party? I think both could be super funny

this has me excited cause i love the idea of them throwing a party when y/n and harry are at date night!! (does contain smut)

oli - 21, felix - 19, belle - 16

“We’re so fucking screwed.”

“Belle, for the millionth time, chill the fuck out.”

But how the fuck was anyone supposed to be chill when there was a full-on house party, close to being a rave, occurring in their house? A house that was their mum’s life work. A house party that their parents new nothing about. A night where absolutely anything and everything could go wrong.

The three siblings stood at the bottom of the stairs, in front of the door, looking around at the scenes occurring between each room. There were girls whispering to each other on the sofas, there was a group of guys playing beer pong in the kitchen and there was a large group of people hanging around by the pool and some even taking a dip. What had meant to be a low-key party had managed to turn into the whole neighbourhood plus the next town over. It was completely overboard.

“Who’s idea was this again?” Belle asked, clearly not understanding the full reasoning behind a full fledged party in their house.

“All of ours.” Oli responded, when in reality it was really just his, and a bit of Felix, idea.

“Nope. I’m not getting grounded because you two dickheads wanted to be rebels.” Belle put her hands up as if to stop this whole situation. She did not want to be a part of this and yet had somehow got screwed up with it all.

“So what are you going to do?” Felix asked.

“Anywhere where this doesn’t have my name stamped all over it.” Belle gestured around her, all of them groaning when they heard something smash from a nearby room. They were actually going to be locked up forever after this.

“Belle, mum and dad are out for the night. Dad said he booked a hotel for them to stay over at, so they won’t even be back until tomorrow morning.” Oli explained, trying to calm down his very nervous sister.

“Yeah, plus if you’re so insistent on leaving why did you get so dressed up?” Felix did have a point. Belle had gone through the effort tonight to be looking as best she could. She was sporting a little black dress with black fishnet tights and her trusty Doc Martens. It was a very colourful outfit, as she would explain. Belle had even gone to the effort of adding glue-on gems to her makeup. Whereas her brothers were just wearing sweaters and trousers and trainers. Typical teenage boys.

“I’ll bet that’s why.” Oli nodded behind Belle and smirked as he watched his little sister turn around.

Megan Dover. Belle’s high school crush and cleverest person in the year. Felix and Oli caught Belle blush when their little sister looked at Megan, waving to her cutely. Belle was a lot more introverted than Megan, but Belle didn’t mind. She admired that Megan was so outspoken and kind and smart, but too bad they didn’t truly know of Belle’s existence. At least, not really.

“Alright fine, i’ll stay, but just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Belle rolled her eyes and then walked off in the direction of the kitchen - if she was ever going to speak to Megan she’d need at least 4 shots in her system.

“Be safe little B.” Oli waved her off and then the two brothers looked at each other knowingly. “Is Heather here?”

“Not yet no, think she’s coming with the girls in a bit.” Felix checked his phone as his brother questioned him. “What about Bea?”

“She’s upstairs.”

“Why? I thought we weren’t allowing anyone upstairs?”

“Dude she’s my girlfriend, I think she gets a pass.” Oli patted his brothers back and then saunters up the stairs two at a time to go and find his girlfriend and reintroduce her to the party.

Another smash of something glass sounding came from the kitchen, along with a turn of screams and mumbles of oops.

“Fuck, we are so screwed.” Felix muttered under his breath as he made his way to the kitchen to clean up whatever was now broken.

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Meanwhile, you and Harry were basking in each other’s presence at a fancy new restaurant downtown called Caste Inn.

Harry decided it was time for you to have a treat and so was taking you out for dinner and then retreating to a fancy hotel, where he would not let you rest for the whole night. He was already being really handsy this evening, but you kept swatting his prying hands away because you were in public.

“Babe, c’mon i’m dying here!” He whined as you swatted his hand away from the skirt of your dress for the fifth time since mains. You were lucky you were in a crescent shaped booth so it was hard for anyone to see what was going on underneath the table, but you still felt so exposed.

“Quit it Harry.” You sniped, returning your attention back to the desserts menu. The restaurant was that kind of place where the portions are sparrow sized and yet cost you as much as it would to donate a kidney, so there was no surprise that you were still hungry and had room for dessert.

“Just wanna love on my wife.” He pouted next to you, keeping his arm slunk around the back of the booth to continue to caress your far shoulder delicately.

“We’re in the middle of a restaurant, you’re crazy.” You snickered, trying your hardest to focus on the desserts; Tiramisu, Chocolate Orange Gateau, Pecan Pie, Creme Brulé and an endless list of more mouthwatering yumminess.

“Fucking crazy for you, yes.” He kissed your cheek once, twice and then bit it too on the third, making you moan slightly at the exposure of it all. “You used to let me do this kind of thing all the time, what happened hey?”

“I got old.” You laughed, but really you felt saddened by the thought of it. You were approaching your forties and you felt as though time wasn’t on your side anymore. Life was all flying by so fast and it was becoming so hard to stop it for a moment to see how beautiful it all is. Harry could tell you were faking your happiness in that moment and he hated that you felt this way. He loved you. He would worship the ground you walk upon. Nothing would ever be too much of an ask for him if it meant keeping your happy. Yes, you were getting older, but it didn’t mean that was a bad thing. At least you were getting older together and becoming maturer together.

“Talk to me, love.” He gently asked, knowing there was something on your mind that was bothering you.

“I just… I just feel like i’m getting older—”

“You are love, yes.” He interrupted you, which earned him a slap to the thigh. He didn’t let your hand go though, leaving it to rest on his tight thigh.

“And then suddenly that’s going to be it. No more Y/N.”

“Don’t say things like that to me, please love.” Harry shook his head, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

“And I feel like i’ll have regretted not doing so many things. Like I won’t have lived my life.”

“Things like?”

“Things like riding a motorcycle with you. Things like staying up all night with a bottle of wine and a good bit of Elvis. Reckless things, like skinny dipping or crashing a high school party. Things like, having my husband finger fuck me in a public restaurant. I remember when everything seemed so free and chaotic and I loved it. Now I feel stuck.”

“Stuck how, love?” Harry leaned in closer to you, his eyes full of love and determination because if that’s what you wanted he could give you all those things - especially the orgasm.

“I’m a mum, H. You’re a dad. We’re parents,m. Good ones at that. Aren’t we supposed to be grown up and responsible now? We don’t get to take risks anymore, because we have a family right? God, I sound so pathetic.” You sighed and put the menu down, not thinking about which pudding you wanted to fill yourself up with anymore.

“Babe. If you want to ride a motorcycle and go skinny dipping then let’s fucking do it. Why are you so afraid to hold back? Because we have kids, because darling believe me when I tell you - however much it disturbs me - our kids are out doing just as many reckless and crazy things as we used to do. Maybe we should fuck the prestigious system and show our children, all parents - including us - that adulthood, parenthood, doesn’t define the choices you make. We do.”

You couldn’t stop looking at your husband, drinking in every last drop of his beauty. His words filled your heart with rose petals and chocolates, warming you up delightfully. God, you were so lucky to have him. He helped you through the most toughest of times and continued to stick with you, not because a ring says he has to, but because he loves you. Undeniably and irrevocably loves you.

That was all it took for you to comply.

Quickly, you moved one of your legs under the table cloth so it draped over Harry’s thighs and made an opening between your legs. The cloth hid everything well, along with the dirty napkins that sat upon your laps.

“Wh- what are you doing love?” Harry asked confused, after not hearing a word back from you for his earlier speech.

“Harry I love you, I do, but will you just shut up and fuck my pussy with your fingers already.” You whispered wetly against his ear with your lips. He groaned at the words and tightened his grip around your leg, widening the gap he had to work with.

His hand slid underneath your dress slowly, squeezing the flesh of your thighs in tease, until he got to where your panties were. Or at least where they should be.

“Shit, you’re not wearing any pants?” Harry asked quizzically, pushing his fingers against your glistening pussy and feeling just how ready you were for him.

“Oh fuck!” You muffled out before Harry quickly slapped your slit because you were making too much noise, which only then made you squeal a bit more. He slapped your cunt hard enough the second time for you to get the memo that you needed to be quiet - but fuck was that a challenge. As much as you can be quiet, you just don’t like to be. You like knowing that your moans and whines turn Harry in even more, just as much as you love hearing his.

“Fucking hell, soaked already.” His fingers toyed with the folds of your cunt, feeling how puffy they were between his ringed fingers. “Gotta be quiet for me okay?” Just as he started pushing his delicious fingers inside of you, the waiter turned up at the table with a cheery face and not a bouncing clue what was happening between the two of you.

“Desserts?” He asked politely with his charming smile, but you didn’t see it for too long before having to close your eyes shut at the sudden movement of Harrys fingers. He wasn’t stopping on the waiters behalf, in fact he was more forcefully going for it. He moved his fingers in circles inside of you, thumbing over your clit in the way he knew you desired most. He was insatiable.

Reckless.

“No, just the bill please. Need to take my wife home to take care of some things.” Harry spoke for you both, not understanding why he was being so open with the amount of information he was giving away. But fucking hell you didn’t care because his fingers were providing you pleasures beyond reason.

“Yes Sir. I’ll only be two minutes.” He smiled again before he was gone, taking the menus with him.

“Here that baby?” Harry whispered into your ear, moving his fingers more freely now there was less of an audience, “you’ve got two minutes to cum.”

“Wha—”

Questioning his authority would have to wait, for Harry got to work very quickly and perfectly. His fingers slicked in and out of you so erotically and if it wasn’t for the live music and loud chatter of the room, the sounds of his fingers driving in and out of you would be heard by everyone. His fingers curled to all the right places, touching the most sensitive parts of your walls and hell did it feel blissful.

“I’d say you’ve got about a minute left baby, and I think you can cum for me before then. Can’t you? Or am I not good enough for that kind of release anymore?” Harry taunted you and pressed wet kisses to your ear. You were too lost in euphoric paradise to notice, or even care, whether anyone could see or was watching you both. You were too focused on your husband. Your Harry.

“N-no. I can cum. You’re so good - shit - so g-good.” You stammered out, breathless from the air stolen from your lungs because of this erotic moment. This was so bad behaved of you both that you were starting to get a high off of it.

“Cum for me then baby. Do it. I’ve got you.” He kissed your lips to capture the moan that trailed off your tongue as you reached your high. You felt so high and yet so safe. Harry steadied you as your legs shook and kissed you senseless, to quieten your whines. He admired that you had been so willing for this and he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a raging hard-on right now.

“I love you,” you raced out quickly, “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He kissed your lips again and withdrew his fingers from your dripping cunt. You picked up a napkin but he quite quickly took it away from you, throwing it to the other side of the table.

“What are you doing?” You whisper shouted, needing to clean yourself up.

“More like what are you doing?”

“Cleaning my mess.” You said frustratedly.

“Leave that to me.” He spoke whilst holding intense eye contact with you, bringing his fingers that were coated in your arousal to his lips and sucking them dry. Every last drop worked its way into his mouth and he salivated at the taste - the smell.

“Harry—”

“The bill Sir.” The waiter interrupted you without knowing. Harry took out his wallet and used his card on the card machine, before signing his name on the cheque as if to affirm that he has paid.

“Thank you.” Harry spoke kindly, completely different to how he was with you all but two minutes ago.

“Thank you Sir, Ma’am. Have a lovely rest of your evening.” And he wad gone again with his smile.

Harry turned to you with the largest grin on his face, “Oh we will.”

••••

“Oli stop eating the leftover lasagne it’s for mums lunch!”

Belle was rushing around trying to chill everything down. The party was so out of control that even Oli and Felix were wasted. Megan was blowing hot and cold with her too, so she had no idea where she stood with them.

People were everywhere. Too many people that it was becoming claustrophobic. Felix was currently playing beer pong with a group of his friends, Heather attached at his hip, whilst Oli was sitting on the kitchen countertop eating cold lasagne. The boy was like chuffing Garfield. Belle was doing her best to keep calm, but as the night progressed it started to become worse and worse as it got harder to control.

As Belle turned to leave the kitchen, her brother clearly not listening to her, she bumped into someone. Kyle. Fucking Kyle. The guy who had obsessed over her to the point where Harry was seriously considering getting a restraining order on him to protect his daughter. He was a straight A creep and Belle hadn’t even realised he’d been invited to this party. Then again, over half of these people had most definitely not been invited.

“Oh hey Isabelle.” He stressed her whole name, knowing how much she hated it. Well, she didn’t hate her name she just hated him saying her name.

“Go away Kyle.”

“But I just got here.”

“And now you can just leave. Party’s ending anyways.” Belle stood her ground, but her hands were shaking from being even remotely close to this guy. He was disgusting to the point where if you were stuck between having to choose between being with him or eating mouldy cheese, you’d eat the cheese on a fucking silver platter.

“Looks quite alive to me.”

“Well i’m shutting it down and you’re going to leave. Now.”

“You need to liven up Belle.” Kyle chuckled through his nose, making him look scary as he towered over Belle, “let me help you.” He leaned forwards to grab her arm but she was quick to push him away.

“No! Leave me alone!” Belle shouted, trying to dodge around him but he was quicker. He grabbed her arm tight and pulled her back to him, chest touching chest. “Get off me Kyle.” Belle squirmed in his hold, which only made Kyle happier - the creep.

“C’mon Bella, live a little.”

“My name’s not Bella and I told you to get the fuck off of me.” Belle pulled back with all her might, whilst kicking him square in the balls - probably hard enough so he’ll never be able to have children - and then drove her knee up to crack his nose - successfully. Damn, that felt good. Heavily badass, actually.

“You fucking psycho!” Kyle held his nose and his balls in pain, straightening himself up as if to launch himself with fury at Belle. Luckily for her the outburst between the pair had caught attention of people - including Oli and Felix.

Oli was quick to step in front of Kyle, Felix just behind him. “You dare lay a fucking finger on my sister and I swear to you you’ll regret it.” Oli threatened, fists curled tight at his sides.

Heather came to hug Belle, comforting as she cried through the after shock of the situation. She’d been so brave and handled herself so well though. “You okay?” She kindly asked.

“Y-yeah.” No.

Everyone was now watching. The music had been muted to the point where you could tell it was playing but you couldn’t tell which song it was. Friends of Oli and Felix were standing close by in case things got messy, which normally only happened between the two brothers and not this way. Doors could be heard opening and shutting as people came in and out from places to watch the debacle occur between the hosts of the party and the unwelcome visitor. Oli and Felix knew they had to be careful though, because one wrong video and it could badly effect their dad’s career. Belle shook in Heathers arms and wished this nightmare of an evening to be over.

“Oh the whore’s not worth it anyways.” Kyle laughed, rolling his eyes as he pointed towards Belle.

“The fuck did you just call my daughter?”

Oh fucking shit balls.

“Dad?” Belle asked warily, seeing his dad stood in the doorway of the front door, her mum standing close behind him with her hand tightly clutched to his. As much as Belle was terrified that her parents had busted them, she also felt safe in their presence.

“Oh and here comes perfect-dad-of-the-year Harry Styles to the rescue.” Kyle teased which made Felix move forward in protest of his words.

“Fix.” Harry sternly called his name, making his son stop and look towards his dad who was shaking his head with a soft smile. Harry walked over towards Belle first, you still clutched tightly to him. “You alright?” He asked sincerely, not looking cross or disappointed at all. Belle nodded quickly and kept her head pressed to Heather’s chest. Harry turned to see his boys, raising his eyebrows to wordlessly ask them the same question to which they nodded too.

Harry dropped your hand, leaving you to stand with your sons, and left your forehead with a kiss before making his way to Kyle. “You okay boys?” You asked again, even though you knew Harry just asked.

“Yeah. Are you mum?” Oli asked, coming to wrap his arm around his mums neck to comfort her. He was so kind and thoughtful, just like his dad.

“Listen up, Kyle.” Harry started, keeping a good distance between him and the boy, “If you ever come near my family again i’m ordering a restraining order. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise. If you break that order you’ll be going to jail. Big league jail too. Again not a threat, a promise. So you’re going to leave my house, this property in its’ entirety and go home to sit in your room and think about whether you would prefer to be in a prison cell instead. Do you understand?”

Okay, you’d be lying if you said his authority didn’t turn you on.

“Y-yeah.” Kyle mumbled pathetically.

“I said do you understand?” Harry repeated again, clearly not satisfied with the answer given.

“Yes Mr Styles.” Kyle said more surely, before scramming from the house, from the party and from the neighbourhood.

“Now everyone out of my house before I call the police.” Everyone knew how that was not an empty threat and dashed out of his house. Some looked at him in awe, because this was probably their once and only chance of being in the presence of the Harry Styles. He sighed as he walked to the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter to think.

“Should we—” Belle started to talk but you cut her off.

“No, hunny. Let me go talk to your dad. You lot,” referring to your children and girlfriends who’d kindly stayed behind in support, “can go fetch some bin liners and start cleaning this all up.” You pointed around to the mess that was your house, before walking off to the kitchen.

You looked around at the mess. A broken vase. Litter everywhere. Half-drunken drinks left on the table. Bottle openers you definitely didn’t own before tonight. Trousers? You couldn’t help but giggle at the surrounding sight.

“What’s got you laughing?” Harry asked, still in his fancy shoes and fancy coat, you still in your fancy heels and your fancy coat. Yet, you were both standing in what looks like a garbage dump site. Harry moved his hand away from his face and looked at you with a blank expression.

“You were right!” You laughed.

“Your reaction as if that’s a bloody miracle, love, which kind of an ego crush, but continue.” He rolled his eyes and you rolled yours in response. You clicked your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, he kept his wrapped around his own obviously still closing himself off.

“Our kids are being reckless and crazy.” You recalled dinners earlier conversation, smiling up at him in admiration.

“I didn’t actually mean it, it was just a quick way to make you feel better.” He groaned in frustration.

“Well gee thanks babe!” You laughed at the whole irony of this situation. “Harry, babe, look at me,” you had to used your hand to turn his cheek to face you, stroking his cheek to calm him, “adulthood - parenthood - doesn’t define the choices we have to make. We do. And our children, apart from that last little bit, seemed like they had the most freeing and most brilliant night yet! Let them be reckless H. Let them make mistakes. Just because this happened doesn’t make us bad parents, and it doesn’t make us bad parents if we decide no punishment—”

“Ha like that’s going to happen!” Harry cut you off and you glared at him to just shut up.

“Just shut up, you oaf. Let the kids live while they’re young.”

“You did not just reference one of my songs.” Harry looked to the ceiling as he smiled widely, before shortly laughing at how cheesy that was. “Oh my god Y/N!”

“What? Was is that bad?”

“Yes, babe. Yeah it really was.” He looked back down at you to see you smiling and he couldn’t help but cup your cheeks and kiss you silly. His perfect lips fit yours and you tasted him until you couldn’t breathe. “I love you.”

“I love you. Now go help clean up.” You ordered him, making him look at you confused.

“What the hell have I done to deserve this?”

“You booked the hotel for next weekend instead of this weekend you div. Now go.” You smacked his backside and he strolled back over to you and pushed you into the counter. You gasped at the sudden motion.

“Do that again and let’s see what happens.” He whispered dangerously against your lips.

“Go clean up and then see what’s waiting in our bedroom.” You bit your lip and tugged Harry’s hand to under your dress, giving him only a slight feel of how wet you were before letting his hand go and walking away.

“Kids, hand me a bloody bin bag. Now!”

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[theprettynosferatu]

The Being

Men and women used to know enough to fear the Spirits, but now we’ve forgotten the ancient wisdom. Call them Kami, call them Loa, call them Fae or Demons; long ago we understood that they’re fickle, tricky, sometimes cruel. We did offerings and rituals to appease them; we prayed to gain their favor and stay in their good graces; we cleansed our homes and bodies, avoided certain actions, respected special places. When a friend or a neighbor was stuck by misfortune we were quick to point out how they had offended the Spirits by their words or deeds– and we tried to bury the simple, incontestable truth that Spirits are beyond good or evil, beyond our attempts to imbue them with our human morality. We don’t like thinking about the fact that sometimes Spirits just get bored, or playful, or mean… and there’s nothing we can do about it.

    Certainly nobody would argue that Sarah Claremont deserved what happened to her: nothing in her life could be seen as an insult, a provocation or an invitation for the Being that latched on to her. If anything, she had done everything right. She was smart, but not so smart that hubris would follow; clever enough to get into college and thrive there, but not so clever that it didn’t take hard work and long hours of study. She was a mousey blonde, pretty, petite and athletic, but not so beautiful as to arouse the envy of some vain Spirit. She kept to herself, mostly: but that was a product not of some sense of superiority towards her college mates but of a shyness she had never quite managed to overcome. She was, in short, a good and diligent student with few (but very cherished) friends. She didn’t party or get wasted or dress in a way that would provoke anything other than a passing glance. If anything she had an air of frailty and weakness about her, like a small flower of understated beauty trying to weather a gale. And still, the Being chose her for its mischief.

    It started, as it often does, in dreams. It watched her sleep and effortlessly inspired images and scenarios that invaded her sleep. Night after night she squirmed in her bed and by morning she awoke with a handful of memories in her head and a wet patch between her legs. She didn’t remember much but what she remembered distressed her. She saw herself kneeling in a bathroom, sucking cock after cock with desperate need, not caring who she was sucking off: only bringing pleasure mattered, only cock mattered, only cum mattered. She saw herself dressed like a complete whore, fishnets and miniscule skirts, flashing professors until they told her to stay after class and bent her over the desk to pound her cunt mercilessly, treataing her like the fucking piece of meat she was. She saw herself at a frat party, drinking and smoking and teasing everyone until she became the entertainment, fingered in full view of everyone before losing control and making out with other girls, offering her needy holes to anyone that would play with them, lick them or fill them with yummy cock.

    Thinking about these dreams distressed her, mainly because the shards of feeling she retained from them made her so fucking horny. It was after the third night of dreams that she skipped class for the first time to play with her pussy. She had no choice. It demanded attention, it demanded pleasure, and it was so strong, so much stronger than her will… It was shameful to rub like a bitch in heat instead of attending her lecture, and that only made it feel even better. She was acting like a desperate slut, and it scared her. How much she enjoyed it scared her.

    Meanwhile, the Being watched in delight. 

    After a week of increasingly vivid dreams, the Being decided to push Sarah just a little bit harder.

    The dreams didn’t fade with the sunrise anymore. They were always there, lurking somewhere below her conscious self, whispering. Sarah would walk by the quad and suddenly she would see herself under a tree, legs spread, an inviting smile on her lips, wet and needy and ready to be used by anyone who might want her holes. Ready to be useful. Sarah fought the images, tried to go about her day ignoring the warm feeling between her legs… but her traitorous mind gave her no respite. It found a way to turn any situation into a picture of debauchery: during class she saw herself naked on the desk, playing with her cunt and giving a lecture on what a fucking slut she was, how she lived for cock, how she was a cum junkie devoid of dignity or morals. Having lunch with a friend she saw herself eating her friend out under the table before being caught by the server and agreeing to double team his cock in the back room to avoid a call to campus police. A call home summoned images of all the men from her small town waiting outside a small trailer for their turn to use the Town Whore, her life one of getting railed and coated in cum and sucking cock in exchange for miniscule sums of money.

    It was too much to handle. She constantly had to sneak off to bathrooms and bring herself to an orgasm in the vain hope that her fucking cunt would calm down for a bit. But it didn’t calm down. It never stopped. It never let her have peace.

    She stopped going out, seeking to deprive her pussy of anything that could serve as the basis for yet another perverted fantasy. Still, she couldn’t stop. She found herself constantly online, looking at the most degrading, hardcore porn she could find; chatting on websites with people that she would have discarded as creeps not a month before; taking pictures for them, carefully keeping her face out of frame. A part of her tried to scream that she should be attending class. Her phone was bursting with notifications for calls she never answered, messages she never replied to. She couldn’t tell if she was asleep or awake anymore. All she did was fuck herself, obey orders from strangers, dream up filthier and filthier things to do and say.

    The Being was overjoyed.

    Then the packages started arriving. Some, Sarah remembered ordering. Others, she thought she had dreamt of ordering, yet there they were, ready for her. Dream and reality were the same thing. Sarah and dream-Sarah… the difference was growing thin, diffuse. Which one muttered to herself what a fucking useless cunt she was as she fingered her asshole? Which one had written “Cockdumb Cumslut” on her tits and taken pictures of it? Which one had decided that hiding her face in pictures was silly, because her cute face would make cocks cum, and that was all that mattered? She didn’t care. She couldn’t care. Her existence had focused into a single, shining point: she was a slut. She should be the best slut. The dirtiest slut. The hottest slut. The most depraved slut. It was a mission and a vocation, pursued with religious zeal.

    The packages gave her more tools to become what she was meant to be. Toys of all sizes and shapes, some inspired by fantastical creatures, started littering the floor. Oil made her skin shine in her pictures and enhanced the sensation of her hands roaming all over her slutty body. Makeup and wigs let her become a different type of cunt every day: she could be an egirl or trailer trash, classy in silk or trapped in blissful pain with nipple clamps biting into her. Before she knew it, she was the owner of a wardrobe that covered almost every style, fetish and fantasy imaginable. It was all to be the best slave for cocks, so it was all good. That’s all she had left in terms of morality: there was slutty (good) and not slutty (bad); any other consideration failed to make a dent in her actions. She made videos for strangers and entire photosets catering to some anonymous man’s desires, and she never charged a dime for any of it. She was just a body to please cock. She needed no reward except the knowledge that she was making people cum, that she was being fuckmeat, a living, breathing porn spectacle.

    Someone on campus found her online activities. It wasn’t hard: at some point she had started plastering her full name all over her posts. Maybe she had dreamed that. It didn’t matter. Messaging groups and private chats between the students were flooded by her pictures and videos. Hundreds saw her fuck herself with a huge dildo as she screamed about what a fucking worthsless whore she was. They saw her slap herself and confess how she wanted to get all her holes used at once. They watched her slather herself in oil and play with herself as she moaned and half-coherently begged anyone to send the video to professors so they would know she was just a little slut always available for use. When she found out she had been exposed to her fellow students, Sarah could no longer feel shame. Instead, she smiled as her permanently soaked pussy burned with pleasure. They all knew what she was. They would all treat her like what she was. No more hiding. No more shame.

The Being left her. Its work was done, and there were others to break.

Sarah spent the rest of the day choosing her outfit, doing her makeup, getting her hair perfect. She wanted to look her best for her debut as the filthy, eager, needy fucktoy she was. By dusk, she felt ready. A new life awaited her in the shadows of the sunset.

She smiled and left her room.

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[malfoysstilinski]

the rose garden | DRACO MALFOY (SMUT)

MASTERLIST 

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N in his mother’s rose garden. 

REQUESTED by anonymous “Could I request were draco and his girlfriend has been together for a year or 2 and their parents are really good friends. Y\Ns parents are also death eaters. And y/n is slytherin. It would be their 5th or 6th yr? Preferably a smut?” 

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, extreme dirty talk, slut shaming, blowjobs, face fucking, fingering, riding 

Hogwarts was out of session for the summer, and due to students living all across the United Kingdom and Ireland, it meant a lot people didn’t see their significant others for a long two months or so. However, fortunately, that was not the case for you and Draco. 

You didn’t live far from each other and your parents were all friends-- they had been since before you and Draco were even born. They had been loyal followers of Lord Voldemort and passed them down to the two of you even after he was gone. 

Whilst you questioned some things, you never said it out loud, and neither did Draco, allowing your parents to think that the two of your were perfect for each other. It was probably one of the only things that they were right about. 

You and Draco had taken the Hogwarts Express together, you’d been sorted into Slytherin one after the other, you had all of the same friends-- Blaise, Pansy, Theodore, Daphne, Crabbe, Goyle-- and during your fourth year, after dancing with each other all night at the Yule Ball, you’d kissed and realised that maybe what you had had been more than a friendship this entire time. 

For nearly two years now, you and Draco had been dating. Despite being such a dick to everybody else, Draco treated you exactly how you deserved to be treated-- like a real princess. In his eyes, you were a princess. The most beautiful of them all. Especially around your parents, who adored him as much as his parents adored you. 

Currently, you sat beside each other at the Malfoy’s dining table, Lucius and Narcissa sat at the heads of the table whilst your parents sat opposite the two of you. A starter of some sort of soup was in front of you and you took small spoonfuls delicately, portraying the table etiquette that you’d learnt before you could even spell properly. 

“Y/N, how was your fifth year?” Narcissa asks softly once the conversation changes from your father’s business to the new Potions teacher Hogwarts was supposedly getting next year. 

You smile politely as you glance up at your boyfriend’s mother. You’d always liked Narcissa, she was the more loving of Draco’s parents and you could tell that she genuinely cared about Draco. You were sure Lucius did too, but the blond-haired man often refused to show emotion which you knew took a toll on Draco growing up. 

“It was great, thank you, Mrs Malfoy,” you say, “I spent a lot of it studying for my O.W.Ls, which went well.”

“That’s great, Y/N,” Narcissa smiles back. 

The rest of dinner seems to go by swimmingly, your parents mainly talking to each other but making small talk with the two of you as well. You’d all known each other all your lives, so it wasn’t really awkward at all. You’re finishing off the last of your drink when you feel a palm touch your thigh. 

You know better than to react. 

Draco’s cold hand smooths up and down your soft skin whilst he talks with your father and his father about something to do with the Ministry, your mothers both engrossed in Narcissa’s latest additions to her personal garden. Your father makes a joke that has Lucius laughing and Draco chuckling politely, your mouth absentmindedly forcing a small smile to act like you were listening, but all you can focus on is Draco’s hand. 

He’s such an asshole. 

You nearly shiver in delight as his slender fingers trace up and down your leg, growing warmer the longer they resided there. However, when you feel the pad of his index finger make contact with your sex, sliding underneath the thong that you’re wearing tonight, you purse your lips and grip the table, shocked. 

He swipes his finger through your folds, gathering up the arousal that’s already there and swiping it across your clit. He starts to rub at it agonisingly slow, making you bite down on your lips lightly. You grab your drink and lift it to your lips to distract yourself, but you choke slightly on it when Draco rubs it at the perfect pace, spikes of arousal coursing through you and dampening your panties even more. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Narcissa asks worriedly, “You’re looking rather flushed.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, forcing yet another smile. “I’m just feeling rather... hot, that’s all.”

“If you would like, you and Draco could step outside for some fresh air before desert is served?” Narcissa offers, her face brightening, “Oh, Draco, you can show Y/N the new roses I put in the garden.”

“They’re all the way at the back, mother,” Draco began to complain, before something mischievous flashed in his silver eyes, “Oh, well I suppose it’s only polite I do so. Come, Y/N.”

He retracts his hand from your leg and stands, offering it to you. You send a weak smile to Narcissa and take his hand, your mothers cooing happily as Draco leads you out of the dreary dining room. As soon as you’re out into the fresh air, you shove Draco with a small glare. 

“You dick!” You grumble at him, “Look, in the common room is one bloody thing, but in front of our parents? Merlin, Draco! If I got off in front of my father I would never be able to look him in the eye again. Especially if we had been caught!”

“But you liked it really, didn’t you, my little slut?” Draco growls, turning and grabbing your jaw with his slender fingers. “You love it when I get you off in front of people. Your cunt aches at the thought of nobody knowing what’s going on beneath the table.”

You whimper at his words, reaching up and placing your hand on his wrist. Draco smirks and looks back at the house. 

“Come on then, Y/N,” Draco drawls, “Since you made such a fuss, I guess I must show you the rose garden now. Such a brat...”

Draco never talks to you like this in normal day circumstances, so you know what’s coming. This is foreplay for the way he’s probably about to bend you over and fuck you outside the house your parents are currently sat inside. 

You can’t wait. 

You feel yourself grow slick at the thought, slightly dampening your thighs as he sends you a look and jerks his head, gesturing for you to go up the path first. As soon as you’re in front of him, you feel his large hand smack against your ass, making you jump a little. 

He grabs your arms from behind, forcing you against his front and pressing his lips to your ear. You can feel his erection pressing against your back.

“Be a good girl,” he hisses, his breath smelling faintly like the alcohol he’d been drinking with his dinner.

You make it towards the end of the garden and Draco whirls you around before dropping down onto his mother’s favourite bench. The seating was wooden, however, the arm wrests were dark green serpents, Draco’s hand curling around them as he parted his legs wide. 

His silver eyes glinted with mischief, daring you to come closer. 

“Draco,” you breathe. 

“Come on, princess,” Draco unbuttons the top of his trousers. “On your knees. Show me how much you want me.”

Without thinking much at all, your brain foggy with arousal, you drop down onto your knees in front of the bench, unzipping Draco’s smart trousers. He sits up a little to help you drag them down his thighs. You reach to pull at the waistband of his underwear, pulling it back an inch and then letting it go so it snapped lightly against his erection. 

Draco hisses in a mixture of pain and pleasure and grabs your wrist, glaring down at you. 

“Enough,” Draco snaps, “Put your lips where they belong, slut. Around my fucking cock.”

You nearly moan out loud at his words, this time actually peeling his underwear down so that his erection sprung out the top. It was red and angry, the vein along the shaft practically pulsing beneath your gaze as precum made itself present at his tip. 

You lean up further on your knees, one hand on his thigh and the other moving out to gently grasp his dick. Draco groans under his breath, eyes focused on you as you jerk slowly up and down his length, your thumb gliding out to swipe the precum off. Draco relaxes further against the bench, a drowsy smirk crossing his face when you lean forward and take him in your mouth.

“Good little slut...” he drawls, his lanky hand reaching out to run through his hair, tugging at it slightly when you suck your cheeks in, making your mouth feel so much tighter around him. “Fuck, Y/N. So fucking good for me. Best cock sucker there is.”

You moan around his cock, your hand moving to jerk off the part that you couldn’t quite reach with your mouth. Your tongue runs up and down him, feeling his vein and making its way up to the tip where you give it kitten licks. 

“Mm, stop teasing,” Draco grunts, his other hand moving out to grab your head. 

He keeps your head still and you know what’s coming. Slowly, he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock in and out of your mouth so that his tip hits the back of your throat every now and then. You make slight gagging sounds, your eyes watering as spit coats his length. Draco loves the sight, he wishes he could take a picture. 

He stops thrusting his hips, finding it tiresome from his position sat down, and instead uses your head like you’re a toy, forcing you up and down his cock. You moan, hands grabbing his thighs, focusing on breathing in and out of your nose. 

Before he can cum, he pulls you off of him abruptly, a string of spit joining your lips and the tip of his cock. Draco smirks and brushes your lips with his thumb. 

“My beautiful little cock slut,” he mutters, sitting further back against the bench. “I think that you’ve deserved some fun of your own, don’t you?”

“Yes, Draco,” you pant, nodding. “Please.”

“Since you asked so politely.”

Draco reaches forwards, hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. You fall so that you’re straddling his body on top of the bench, out in the open where anybody could see you. He tugs up your tight dress and grabs at your ass, squeezing it and leaning forward to lick a stripe up your cleavage which is on show from your dress. 

You can feel his cock brushing against your soaking heat. Your clit is throbbing so bad it nearly hurts, whines leaving your lips as Draco grabs the thin straps of your green bodycon dress and tugs them down, revealing your breasts to him. As his mouth dives forward to grab one of your nipples in his mouth, you can’t help but lower your body, grinding down against his hard cock and making him groan against you, vibrations running through your body. 

“You’re soaked,” he mutters, pulling away once he had left a hickey on your breast where it wouldn’t be seen in your dress. “Such a fucking slut. You get off letting me fuck your face, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you’re too aroused to really know what you’re agreeing to. All you know is that you need Draco to do something before you explode. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please fuck me, Draco,” you beg him, “please make me cum.”

Draco smirks and reaches to grab your waist harder. You lift up on your knees more and watch as one of his hands disappears between you both. You feel the tip of his dick brush against your eager folds and you whine even louder, biting you lip and nodding at him quickly. 

“Please, please, please.”

Draco guides it through your soaked sex before he finds your hole and takes one more look at you. The nod of consent is all he needs before he plunges himself into you. You both moan, breaths hitching in your throat. As you slide down so that you’re sat on his lap, his cock buried balls deep inside your pulsating heat, you feel so full, like if you were to put your hand against your stomach then you would feel him there.

“So fucking tight,” Draco hisses between gritted teeth. “Come on, slut. Ride me.”

You obey his command, growing slicker at his choice of nickname for you. Your hands move to his shoulders and you use them to help you bounce up and down on top of him, inches slipping out before being forced all the way back inside you, hitting spots that you didn’t know existed. 

Draco was panting slightly beneath you, his silver eyes flickering from where he could see his cock coming in and out of your pussy, slick with your arousal, and up to your face where your head was thrown back in pleasure as you whined and moaned. 

“So beautiful.” He reaches up and grabs your neck. “Look at me.”

You listen to him, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck and slightly blocking your airway. You feel lightheaded in the best possible way, eyes fluttering and your walls pulsating more around his cock as it drives in and out of you. Draco realises you’re starting to feel hazy and starts using his hips so he can pound up into you harder.

The sounds of your bodies colliding and your soaked pussy that normally embarrass you but turn Draco on don’t humiliate you today. You’re too focused on the grip he has on your neck and the way he keeps his pace thrusting in and out of you-- like it’s his only purpose in life. You know you’re going to cum soon.

Draco’s face dives forwards and nuzzles back to your breasts that are bouncing right in front of him. He licks and sucks and bites anything he can, his hot breath fanning your skin and making you cry out. 

“Draco,” you cry. 

“That’s it,” Draco grunts, forcing a few extra hard thrusts. “That’s it, Y/N. Fucking slut. You’d let me do anything to you. Such a fucking whore.”

You can tell that he’s close from how his hand has moved from your neck to your clit. His fingers create hard figures of eights against your throbbing bud, coating his digits in your arousal. You moan louder, this time driving your hips up harder and faster to keep up with his thrusts.

“Come on, Y/N,” Draco hisses, “you gotta cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

His words are enough to send you toppling over the edge, your loudest moan yet half-buried by your teeth sinking into Draco’s shirt-clad shoulders. Your walls clench and shudder around him, tightening against his cock and causing his eyes to scrunch shut. Your breathless whisper of his name once your orgasm rolls by has him cumming straight after you. His hot seed shoots up inside in spurts, coating your walls and making you whine out against him again. He thrusts a couple of more times before he pulls out. 

“Mm, Dra- Draco,” you mutter as he pulls you off of him and pulls the top of your dress back up. 

Draco chuckles as he fixes his own underwear and trousers, pulling your dress down for you as you slide your panties back up. He presses a loving kiss to your lips. 

“Not too much, was it?” Draco asks worriedly. 

“No, that was perfect,” you admit, stroking some of his hair back into place. 

“Good. I agree. Now, let’s get back to our parents. Desert must be ready soon.”

-

my mum came extremely close to catching me write this so i hope it was worth it honestly 

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[jaesqueso]

Brat (m)

pairing: fuck buddy!yuta x fem!reader

summary: you decide to behave like a brat so Yuta has to punish you, but when that doesn’t work he needs to resort to his plan b

word count: 1,521

warnings: teasing/brat behaviour, handcuffs, very light chocking, edging, overstimulation, sex toy, fingering, oral sex (receiving), squirting, unprotected sex (when in doubt don’t go without!)

a/n: inspired by this ask, y’all have no idea how much fun I had writing this! anyway, do give me some feedback please! ❤︎

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“You think it was funny, that little stunt you did tonight?”

You smirk as Yuta handcuffs your wrists to the headboard of his bed. He had already taken every piece of clothing you were wearing while he remains fully dressed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play innocent.

“Oh you don’t?” He grabs you face forcing you to look at him. “You’re gonna tell me you were not flirting with Mark at dinner?”

“Yuta, I would never!” You pretend to be shocked at his question. He glares at you squeezing his hand on your face. “Okay, maybe I was. So what?”

“So what?” He sticks his tongue inside his cheek, you are really pushing his buttons today. “I told you I don’t want you flirting with my friends.”

“Why?” You innocently look at him. “You’re the one who doesn’t want a relationship, you shouldn’t feel intimidated by other men.”

“Intimidated!?” Now you definitely made him mad. “I don’t know why you’re being such a brat today but you know what’s coming your way.”

“Oh yeah?” You tease him as he positions himself between your legs forcing them apart. “You’re gonna punish me big boy?”

“You little brat, I’m gonna have to shut you up won’t I?” He reaches your panties and stuffs them in your mouth. “Not such a smart ass now are you?”

You whimper as he starts massaging your clit painfully slow.

“Are you gonna behave now?” He whispers in your ear after taking a long lick through your neck. You shake your head which makes him chuckle. “Still want to be a brat then? Alright.”

He speeds up the movements on your clit and you close your eyes biting the fabric in your mouth. You feel the heat building up inside you as he squeezes one of your breasts with his free hand, but  right when you were about to cum he removes himself completely from you making you whine.

“Oh you thought you’d get to cum after being so bratty today? Cute.” He smirks.

He starts kissing your leg slowly from your foot to your thigh, dangerously close to where you need him the most but he then moves to the other leg and does the same. You try to close your legs to get some friction only for him to spread them wider.

“You are really testing me today.” You smirk, with your mouth still stuffed, at his words.

He roughly pushes two fingers inside you which makes you arch your back.

“You’re so wet.” He pushes your body down to the mattress. “You do enjoy being a brat don’t you?” He lowers himself next to your ear. “Or do you just like it when I punish you?”

Muffled moans try to escape your mouth as Yuta starts to move his fingers in and out of you at just the right speed to re-ignite the fire inside you. You grow excited at the though of finally being able to cum but you should’ve known he wouldn’t give you that pleasure just yet.

“Not yet you little brat.” He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you. “Not until you learn to behave,”

He lowers his head to your breasts taking a nipple on his mouth. You hear the sound of his belt being undone and soon his pants are on the ground followed by his shirt. On only his underwear  he rubs his length on your clit making you all hot and bothered again.

“C’mon Yuta,” You say after spitting your underwear out of your mouth. “Are you gonna fuck me or not?” He lets go of your boobs and looks at you in disbelief as you continue. “You know you are desperate to do it, I can feel how hard you are right now.”

“Desperate!?” He grabs your neck and you gasp, a smirk still printed on your face. “You’re the one desperate for release.” He glares at you for a few seconds and then continues. “You know what? Do you want to come?”

“Well of course.” You keep your coy tone as he releases your neck.

“Alright then.” He takes his hand back to your clit and rubs it just the way he knows will take you straight to the orgasm you’ve been waiting to have. “Cum.”

“For real?” You question to make sure he’s not testing you.

“My little brat doesn’t want to cum anymore? I can stop-”

“No!” Is the last word you scream before you finally come undone under him. You’re smiling as you come down from your high, proud that you broke him before he was able to break you. Little did you know he had other plans.

Yuta reaches over his nightstand and pulls up the little egg vibrator he has used many times on you before. He places it over you stomach as he removes his underwear.

You look into his eyes as he wets his dick on your folds before pushing himself in. You moan loudly this time as they’re no restrains, except the ones on your wrists that you’ve been pulling on trying to unsuccessfully set yourself free.

As he roughly thrusts into you, your eyes close and you bite your lip. That is until you hear a vibrating sound. You re-open your eyes and look down only to see him place the egg right on your clit. You squirm and whimper as you’re still sensitive from your first orgasm.

“Stay still.” He pushes your hips back down with his free hand.

As he pushes himself deeper and deeper into you combined with the vibrations on your clit you feel a wave of pleasure run through your body and before you know it you’re cumming for the second time.

You try to knock off his hand that is holding the vibrator against you with your leg but he has a firm grip. You look at him and he’s smirking down at you as he keeps moving his hips against yours.

“What’s wrong? I thought my little brat wanted to cum.”

“T-Too much Yuta.” You stutter clenching around his length. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, you knew he was trying not to cum yet. You were always amazed with his self control.

“Maybe if you start listening, I won’t have to punish you like this.” He wants you to behave but it would be a lie if he said he doesn’t enjoy having you at his mercy like this.

“Please Yuta…” You keep moaning feeling yet another knot forming in your core.

“So now you’re begging?” Yuta smiles finally able to tame you. “You do have a safe word you can use, you know that right?” You only nod so he teases you a bit more. “Go ahead, say it.”

You vigorously shake your head and bit your lip.

“Say it.”

He turns up the speed of the egg against your clit and not even a second later you orgasm for the third time. Only now Yuta is not strong enough to resist and a few strong thrusts later he releases his own juices inside you.

As he turns off the device and pulls himself out, you release a shaky breath thinking it’s all over.

“You can give me one more can’t you?” He raises an eyebrow looking at your fucked up expression.

“Yuta please!” It was supposed to be a plea but it ended up as a loud moan when he started licking your clit mid sentence.

This time he held your hips in place as both his hands were free and you feel a tear roll down your cheek. He has given you multiple orgasms before but never like this. You know there is a word that can just end it all the moment it comes out of your mouth but you don’t want to use it, where’s the fun in that?

He takes two of his fingers and pushes them inside you, curling them up to reach that place he knows is sure to drive you crazy. He removes his head from between your legs to look down at your abused cunt, replacing his tongue with his thumb. He knows exactly what’s gonna happen next, he played with you enough times to memorise the hints your body provides.

“Yuta!” You almost scream as yet another orgasm hits you and you squirt all over him.

“What a pleasant view.” You turn your face to the side at his praise. You always feel embarrassed when he makes you squirt but it would be a lie to say it doesn’t feel damn good.

He gives your pussy a light kiss and then moves to unlock the handcuffs. You rub your wrists as he lays down on his back pulling your head to his chest, your body still shaking.

“Will you stop flirting with my friends now?” You can hear the teasing smile on his voice.

“Will you finally make me your girlfriend?” You tease him back.

“Maybe I will.” You widen your eyes at his words but don’t dare move your head.

Are you still teasing me Nakamoto Yuta?

#yuta smut #nakamoto yuta smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #gimme gimme feedback #thanks for reading

[saiqherrr]

.stay mine (c.)

.content warning jealousy fuck, smut, nsfw, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, edging, use of the word slut, possessiveness

.pairing choso x fem!reader

.synopsis you're a shaman that works alongside geto, mahito and choso, doing a lot of dirty work for them. you get a little handsy on the job and choso has to punish you for it.

.a/n this is for a friend LOL. late birthday gift for her. this plot was so fun to work with. LMAO THIS IS SO LATE LIKE-  IT REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN ME THIS LONG. i also did not proof read so any errors will be fixed later on ok bye lollolololo

.WC 4.1K

“C’MON, Y/N, LET’S PLAY FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER.”

you rolled your finger around inside your itchy ear with blase eyes, annoyed with mahito’s childish pleading. fighting with him was fun and all, but he never knew when to take a break. “i already said no, mahito. i’ve been gone too long. my mission was simple and didn’t take long. they’re expecting me to be back.”

getou plunked down in an arm chair, a presumptuous grin on his face. no matter what was going on, he seemed to be entertained by the shenanigans around him. he was almost always relaxed, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him irate or upset that often. however, he carried a bothersome, condescending attitude. he didn’t bother you much, but when he spoke you wanted to deck him in the back of the neck sometimes.

“get back to work.”

you snapped your head at the recognizable, profound voice that came from the entryway of the hideout. you smirk once you saw choso’s face. “someone’s eager for me to leave.” thinking that you had let your guard down, mahito was preparing to land a kick to your head, yet your reflexes and fringe vision permit you to snatch him by the lower leg and pummel his body into the ground. “i said enough mahito.”

he madly giggles with a crazed look in his eyes. you shake your head and bring your attention away from him. choso approached you, his steps echoed throughout the big space.

“not eager, but you’re gonna screw shit up if you don’t get back there soon,” he warns you. he was right and you sighed while smiling, caressing his face and rubbing a finger under his drained eyes. he pushed your hands away gently. he didn’t favor being handsy like this in front of the others. “go.” with a huff, you fix your uniform a bit, flattening down your skirt, before walking out the entryway and making your way to jujutsu tech.

carrying on with this twofold life could get somewhat confounding at times. you were unable to translate who you truly were, however it didn't make any difference to you much. you simply needed to be any place choso was, or doing something for him. in the wake of saving your life in an oddity mishap involving your power and showing you the true worth of your cursed energy, he took you under his wing. he acquainted you to his little “group” that consisted of three other people; mahito, jogo, getou and hanami. you didn’t favor anyone besides choso, involuntarily attached to him and how he treated you. sentiments were reciprocated, being that he had met you subsequent to losing his brothers and you were the lone individual with a human heart that minded or could even feel genuine compassion by any means. everyone in this circle had goals, but you just wanted to be around choso.

sharing a bond together eventually lead to other relations. sexual relations. kissing him was like a drug. touching him was that of a blessing. being touched by him was a gift from god himself. growing up an orphan in and out of shelters your entire life, you had never felt true love, true affection, but you were sure this is what it was like with choso. as close as the two of you were, he kept his distance sometimes. conceivably in light of the fact that he didn’t want to lose you and find himself hurt again. he didn’t claim you as his or exclusively claimed you as his partner. he simply acknowledged you as “the thing he gets to fuck now and then.” you didn’t know if those words were supposed to hurt or not.

arriving back at jujutsu tech, you noticed it was fairly empty. the students must’ve been sent back to their dorms already. was there really a point in coming back here? you gave your report to masamichi and he thanked you graciously for handling the job. you were given the go to leave, but you were stopped in the hallway by a familiar face - one of your mentors. gojo satoru. he was the man you had to watch out for if you ever had to fight him at some point. he was the strongest shaman in the world and he could end your life in two seconds if he wanted to.

he was nine years older than you, looking good for his age of 28. he had a priggish smile on his face and he leaned against a wall, looking at you, even though his eyes were covered by a black blindfold. “hi, gojo,” you hesitantly greeted him.

“y/n,” he sung your name out as he sat up from the wall, inching closer to you with each steady step he took. “glad you came back safe from your mission.” he got uncomfortably close to you and you took two, small steps back.

“yeah...” you say softly. “did you need me for something?”

gojo chuckled before he took his blindfold off, revealing his magnificent, blue irises. you broke eye contact, suddenly feeling shy. “i do need something from you, but...you’re young. i don’t know if you’d shy away from the idea or not.” his voice was nearing a whisper, his tone was teasing.

you were frozen in place, not sure how to respond to his lewd words. could this get you any more information than you already had? no, this could possibly form a bond between the two of you. a faux trust. he’d never suspect you if you got close enough to him.

you’re entire demeanor changed, feigning a seductive smile while bringing your hand to his cheek. “i’m young, but i’m legal, gojo,” you say as your eyes land on his lips that were coated with lip balm, making them appear glossy. “and experienced,” you add.

you don’t know what you were expecting but you felt your heart dive to the lower part of your stomach when gojo had set his cherry-flavored lips on yours. you didn’t kiss back, eyes wide open, too in shock to give him a proper reaction. the only one who ever kissed you was choso. choso. but you couldn’t fully see the harm in it...

you couldn’t see any harm in getting into gojo’s car, stepping into his home, stripping naked in front of him, having him impale your hole with his long cock, having him kiss your lips with hunger, having him leave hickeys along your neck, collarbone and breasts... he even promised to keep you around. you didn’t see the harm in it at all. he must’ve had his eye on you for some time - he fucked you like a feral animal, but he whimpered like a bitch like he had been dying to plunge his dick inside of your wet cunt for months.

after a short cat-nap, you woke up besides gojo. he snored lightly, no blankets over his half- bare body and he had his back to you. you decided it was a good time to leave, getting off the king-sized bed and picking up your garments that were sprawled on the floor. you freshened up in his bathroom, got dressed and left his house without waking him.

you took a taxi to get to the area in which the hideout was in, careful not to let anyone get to close. you walked along the trail until you approached the broken door of the soiled house, wondering when they’ll be switching locations. it was late, but getou, mahito and choso were up playing a board game in the assumed living room.

getou’s slanted eyes rolled up to look at you. “you’re back later than usual.”

“yeah...” choso mumbles. his back was turned to you as he was analyzing the game they were playing, ensuring that his next move was a smart one.

mahito chuckles when he sees you. “surprised you were gone for so long, y/n. you hate being departed from your choso-kun,” he teases. you feigned exacerbation and chuckled. “where were you?”

“with gojo,” you answered him nonchalantly.

“oh?” getou’s head rose to fully look at you. 

choso’s neck turned to take a gander at you. his stresses over the game had immediately disseminated and he was more worried with regards to why you looked so unkempt and had hickeys scattered around your neck. “did you fuck him?”

“yeah.” you dropped your belongings on a chipped, wooden table. you yawned while taking off the tight, uniform jacket, pulling it off of your arms with your as clothes. “thought it’d be good to keep him wrapped around my finger so that he trusts me mor-”

those strong, pragmatic reflexes from earlier today had bombed you just now, for you were cut off by your own gasp when choso had pulled you by the collar of your white dress shirt. his knuckles became white and his dark strands of hair that curtained his face scarcely concealed the compromising glare that his cold  eyes were giving you.

betrayal, all choso could feel was betrayal. sure, you weren’t his partner and he couldn’t bring himself to claim you as his, but he didn’t expect you to go out and fuck someone other than him. it was a selfish assumption, but choso was too caught up in the moment to give a damn about being fair right now.

“so you gave your body away to some fucking stranger?!” choso fervently reprimanded you, fixing the grasp on your shirt. mahito watched with a goofy smile on his face while getou put a hand to his temple, cocking his head to the side as if he was trying to predict what would happen next.

“i-i-i...ch-choso...he’s n-not a stranger... i thought-” you stammered on your words, frightened by the way he manhandled you. choso never wanted to hurt you before. he brought his free hand, raising it up in the air before the back of his lanky hand hit against your cheek, causing you to yelp as your eyes began to burn with fresh tears.

he scoffs when he notices you’re on the verge of crying. he lets go of your shirt and grabs a handful of your hair before yanking your head as he walked out of the living room, going up the squeaky, unstable steps of the house.  it felt like a thousand needles had hit your scalp as he dragged you by your hair up into the empty bedroom. the room, for the most part, was empty excluding a decent mattress that you had been sleeping on for the past few nights. he threw you onto the mattress after slamming the door shut.

“since when did you become a slut?” he snaps at you. you swallowed at his words as you sat up on the mattress. after locking the door he comes to the bed to lean over you, push you down, and snatch your wrists. one was pinned above your head while the other was pinned beside it. he had your body caged and all you could do was ball your hands up into fists and look away to avoid his menacing gaze. “answer me.”

“choso, did i hurt you?” you gave answered his question with a question. he narrowed his eyes as he studied your appearance. your face was covered in desperation, obviously flushed from getting pinned down this way. although you looked away, your guilt-ridden eyes came back to him, holding innocence. your nipples were showing through your dress shirt and and the hickeys on your skin just made you look ten times more obscene than you already did.

“you disgust me...” he sneered, nostrils flaring with anger. both of you were terrible at answering questions. he gripped your wrists tighter, he might as well have ripped your skin. “your body is diseased. are you fucking proud of yourself?”

your breath hitched, the insults hurt more than the slap he gave you moments ago. you felt extremely humiliated by the fact that this slander was slipping out from his lips with no problem. “i didn’t feel like i belonged to you...” your voice was laced with shame and inferiority.

“but you do.” his words had your mind spinning a mile a minute, confused because his actions didn’t align with this statement. they also had you spinning for another reason: you were suddenly in heat, legs squirming once you felt yourself drooling with juices. everything about this was embarrassing, you couldn’t help the fact that being degraded like this was so fucking hot. you even frowned when one of his hands let go of one of your wrists. he looks down to see your legs moving and lifts up your skirt to find you dampening your cotton panties. “you’re getting off to this, aren’t you?” you didn’t answer him, closing your eyes shut as you tried to hump yourself instead. he shifted his knee in between your legs and it just barely brushed against your warmth.

“choso, please...i want you. i want to show you i’m sorry,” you whined, still squirming in his grasp. you grinded yourself against his knee, panting heavily with desperation. “i’m so sorry...”

choso was tired of your bitching, growing more irritated by the second, yet yearning for you all at the same time. he wanted to teach you a lesson. he needed to. how dare you assume you could fuck anyone else besides him just because he didn’t claim you? he hoped that you’d know just by a mutual feeling, but maybe he expected too much from you. you were still dense, young and highly immature. he found you to be somewhat of an airhead sometimes. for fuck’s sake, you couldn’t even process that what choso was feeling was simply envy and betrayal right now.

he pulled down his pants, full taking them off before rubbing himself through his boxers, groaning at how it stood against his thigh, pulsating for her. he hated that he was aroused by her in this state. he truly wanted to just hate you, he really did. but he couldn’t. he needed you just as much as you needed him.

your hand reached out to touch his face but he slapped it away harshly. “choso, say something, please,” you whined once more, fully ticking him off at this point. he took off his underwear swiftly before grabbing you by your hair again. 

he stood on his knees, guiding your head to face his stiff, cock. he didn’t want to hear you right now. the only thing he wanted to hear was you slobbering his dick with your wet mouth. he wanted to hear you gagging and choking on his throbbing dick. he poked your lips with his flushed tip that was considerably a dark hue than the remainder of his length. you parted your lips to give him access into your mouth. your cheeks went hollow as you began to suck him off, fisting whatever you couldn't reach with your small hands. you didn’t expect much from this until his tip kissed the back of your throat, daring to go any farther.

for the first time, he pushed your head down, forcing you to take every inch of his cock inside your wet, warm mouth. he murmured with fulfillment as he watched your throat swell, mouth completely loaded down with his veiny cock. nothing else could be heard in the room other than the vulgar regurgitating and gargling that came from your mouth. his balls slapped against your chin rhythmically as he began to slowly buck his hips. spit trickled down to your chin, tears littered in the corner of your eyes - he was ruthless with the way he face fucked you, not seeing you as the person he cared so deeply for. you were simply just a cocksleeve to him right now. your jaw ignited with torment as it began to ache, your throat inflamed, air consistently being dissuaded. meanwhile, choso shamelessly grunted and groaned, feeling anything but discomfort. your mouth took his cock so well each time it slid down. he put a hand on your neck just to feel himself encroach the walls of your throat with each thrust.

a violent and desperate scratch on his thigh was all it took for him to stop. he pulled away from your mouth and you gasped as you fell back onto the mattress, trying to receive as much air as you possibly could. you went into a hacking fit, holding your sore throat with half-lidded eyes.

he watched you recover, rolling his eyes at how pathetic you look. “i bet if gojo asked you to take i down like that you would, right?” his words sounded like white noise, your brain excessively fluffed out to fathom anything he said to you.

“keep talking to me like that...” you responded to him in a raspy voice, standing up on your knees, supporting the scruff of his neck as you inclined in to suck on spots you knew by heart.

he looked down at you like you had lost your fucking mind. he might’ve completely broke you - or maybe you had enjoyed this all along and didn’t know until now. “bet you hiked up your skirt in front of the bastard on purpose, yeah? desperate for some fucking attention, selling yourself out like the slut you are, hm?”

he pulled your skirt off of your legs while your lips were still latched onto his pale flesh, giving it splotches of color with every love mark you left on him. your thigh highs that concealed your legs remained on for choso’s own pleasure. you took one hand and unfastened your dress shirt, uncovering your exposed bosoms under it and choso helped to pull it off of your arms. his hand then reached to the space between your thighs, pinching your skin in numerous places before rubbing two fingers against wet core. your cunt was so swollen that he could see the outline of your lips pressing against the cotton of your underwear. 

he grabbed the back of your neck and gently pressed the sides of it with his fingers, pulling you off of his skin. his lustful eyes gazed into yours. “you’re mine and you’re gonna stay mine. you belong to me...say it with me.” his two fingers have now pushed aside your panties, slowly rubbing your puffy clit.

“you belong to me.”

“i belong to you.”

and he was going to make sure you didn’t forget it.

he dipped his fingers right into your core at the sound of your voice, causing you to go weak in the knees, holding onto his chest for momentum. you fell like a feather when he pushed you down onto the mattress, head rolling as you felt his fingers massaging your walls. you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth and your top lip, just barely biting the flesh, closing your eyes. choso’s fingers were coated in your juices as they plunged into your hole repeatedly. he moved them in a scissoring motion, procuring a few whimpers from you. you squirmed as his fingers stretched your opening and he held you down by pushing down on your thigh. his fingers pecked your g-spot before he was deliberately ramming into it, bringing you closer to your release.

“i’m gonna’...i’m gonna cum!” you cried, setting yourself up for overpowering delight you were going to feel, just to be left on the edge of your climax when choso pulled out your fingers. you mindlessly reached for his wrist, trying to pull him back to your cunt but he pulled away aggressively with a smirk on his face. your cunt clenched around nothing, desperately yearning for a release.

his fingers hastily flicked your clit, sending waves of euphoria throughout your body, your orgasm just two or three flicks away and once he sees your straining face, he stops again.

“fuck choso! fucking quit it!” you were more frustrated than aroused, on the verge of losing your fucking mind.

“sluts don’t get to-”

he couldn’t finish his sentence because you had suddenly straddled him, your legs on either side of one of his legs as you gripped onto his shoulders. a chill ran down his spine once he felt your bloated, drooling cunt on his bare skin. you frantically humped his thigh, not giving a shit about how pathetic you looked.

choso watched you throw your head back as you drove yourself to your climax. you needed it so bad. you’d probably kill for this fucking orgasm. choso felt your thighs vibrating viciously against his leg as you drew nearer to your delivery, the speed of your hips wavering without wanting to. he chose to be permissive and snatched your hips, grating your hot cunt against his skin. 

“if you’re gonna cum, then cum already...” he aggressively encouraged her through a hushed voice, panting as her body brushed against his aching cock.

“i’m cumming, i’m-” you screwed your eyes shut once you felt every cell of your body completely evaporate for one quick second before coming back all at once. your toes curled, your grip on his shoulders got tighter and your stomach convulsed uncontrollably. you felt embarrassed by the fact that he could make you so desperate, so needy, yearning for pleasure.

“greedy fucking bitch...” he growled. the whines that whimsically got away from your lips had moved toward a boisterous, broken moan that you both were certain mahito and getou heard from ground floor. choso’s leg was now a sticky mess, your fluids smeared all over his leg as you continued to ride out your orgasm. “...cumming before i could even fuck you.”

he let you relax for a bit, your head laying on his shoulder as you panted heavily, pussy still clenching around a cock that wasn’t there, still being greedy as ever. he lifted your hips, situating his cock below your entrance before slowly sliding you down his length. your breath hitched, voice abruptly non-existent as you attempted to groan, however nothing came out.

his hips moved upwards with very little strength, for he depended on you to ride him. his hot breath fanned over your sweaty skin as he breathed heavily. he exploited the couple of inches you had over him and gotten one of your firm areolas in the middle of his teeth, nibbling on it. he hungrily began to suck on your breasts, switching between the two when he got tired of one. your body shuddered every time his warm mouth would switch to the other breasts, leaving the other cold. his lips latched onto the skin around your nipple and began to suck harshly, leaving purple-ish red marks on your derma. he made sure to leave his mark on you, ensuring that the next time gojo stripped you of your clothes, he’ll see reminders of who you really belong to.

you rolled your hips to his liking, his cock feverishly invading your insides, feeling him in your lower stomach. you hadn’t fully recovered from your orgasm, yet you somehow found some the strength to began bouncing yourself on his dick. each time you came down on his cock, it pushed a ribald moan from your throat.

choso didn’t rely on you anymore and he began to buck his hips upwards with a quick pace, almost animalistically. “i’m gonna cum in this pussy...” he whispered while your waist was seized by his calloused hands. “you wanna feel all my fucking cum, right?”

you attempted to give him response, but your voice, again, failed you and all you could do was moan and nod your head. choso wasn’t accepting that.

“use your words.”

“i’m...i...i want you, i wanna feel a-all your fucking cum,” you blabbered before the rest of your words came out incoherent.

you both were coated with sweat, bodies glistening under the very little moonlight that had poured through the dirty windows of the room. you felt another layer rise on your skin as choso continued to impale your pussy with his cock.

“gonna keep all of it in, yeah?”

you nodded quickly, tangling your fingers in his raven locks of hair as you were reaching another orgasm. “’m gonna cum...” you whimpered, eyes closed, head thrown back.

“cum with me,” he whispered before he delivered his last few thrusts to you, bringing the both of you to a simultaneous release. strings of his cum spurted inside of your cunt, filling you up to the brim. he lays your limp body down and thrusts himself inside of you a few more times to ensure that every last drop stayed in. you muscles clenched, desperately trying to take it all, but some inevitably slid down your sore hole.

choso had come to the realization that it was impossible to be mad at you for long, after all, you were artless. none of that mattered anymore, you were under his control now and there wasn’t anyone who could change that, not even gojo. the cum that clogged your cunt was a reminder that you were his and now you had no reason to believe different.

#choso x you #choso imagine #choso jujutsu kaisen #choso jjk #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso smut #jjk smut #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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animeverse where eren is still in his cell and hange+others have an idea of bringing ina girl to fuc to 'loosen him up' so he can give info,hange has studies n research to back this up they bring you dressed scantily to go be his whore he knows why ur there n hates u so hes mean and ignores ur advances eventually he hate fucks u w his anger being directed at u from his situation choking xtreme degrading just being rough in general MEAN SERIOUS EREN NO FLUFF OR LOVE

catalyst

eren yeager x reader

warnings: nsfw, roughness, mentions of breeding, degredation, choking, explicit language

a/n: this is my first prompt request n i was vvvv nervous so pls go easy on me ok ok i hope i did your vision justice

“As romantic as this reunion is, it’s not a date, we need answers.” Levi’s words were austere, ricocheting off the passage walls as the three of you traveled deeper below ground. “He’s still a shitty-ass teenager. Hopefully isolation has made him desperate enough for female contact.”

You said nothing, and instead your eyes looked around fretfully. The chamber was inhospitable, forged from naked rock adorned with smoldering torches. Your minimal attire was inapt in its frigid ambience, so you walked clung to yourself, arms wrapped around your bare shoulders to retain as much body heat as you possibly could.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Levi questioned Hange, keeping his attention forward. He maneuvered through the sharp turns of the labyrinth, which gave you the impression he’d had many experiences down in the cells with his comrades.

Hange released a tremulous sigh. “It doesn’t matter. We’re out of options.” Their nervous tone had them looking over their shoulder, reassuring you with a placid smile. The gesture was thoughtful, considering it had felt like you’d been a third party to their strategic and undivided conversation, but it did nothing to soothe your hesitancy.

Levi and Hange had tracked you down and invited you to meet with them, urgently explaining that they needed your help with debriefing Eren after his insubordination and his blitz on Marley. He’d refused to disclose any further information about his conduct to anyone in the military, not even Mikasa and Armin, his closest confidants. So Hange suggested bringing in someone unbiased, someone not in the military to ruse more details out of Eren.

You were their prime choice after hearing how you and Eren had met when the Anti-Marleyan volunteers had arrived on Paradis. You’d been one of the several civilian volunteers that had helped with affairs and military proceedings at the port. There you’d met Eren and quickly forged a friendship, although Eren’s friends could have sworn there was more between you two than you would have liked to admit.

You weren’t sure why you agreed to their proposal. Perhaps it was your readiness to help the military in their righteous endeavors, or maybe it was for a different reason. Perhaps you were driven by your own selfishness. You wanted to see Eren again, even under the strange circumstances.

Eren’s cell was at the end of the corridor. Once Hange let out an abrupt “we’re here” your lips carried an eager smile, but your expression quickly faltered once you stepped forward and caught a glimpse of him in his cell. Even with the arrival of visitors, Eren kept his head forward while he sat on his bed, one arm balanced on his knee.

“Nice of you guys to pay me another visit. I’m starting to think you just miss me.” Eren’s voice was deep. So much deeper than you remembered. How long had it been? You couldn’t do the math.

“You know you’re our favorite problem child.” Levi responded humorlessly. He stepped aside for Hange to slip the key in the lock, and with one turn the door was swung open. “Don’t look so agitated. We brought you a gift.”

You made no efforts to step out from behind Hange and Levi, but Eren could see you clearly enough. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but maybe it was foolish of you to envision Eren slipping out of his troubled temper the moment you two saw each other again. Realistically, it never would have been that easy. Eren’s face remained hard, if anything it looked like seeing you made him even angrier.

Hange’s hand found its way onto your shoulder, supportive, but reminding you of the reason why you were there.

You shuffled forward, heels loud against the granite cobblestone. Darkness swallowed you as you crept in further, and you flinched at the sound of the heavy door being shut and secured behind you. Looking over your shoulder, your heart began racing at the sight of solid metal bars separating you from the outside.

“Let’s give them some space,” Levi suggested, stepping back from the cell.

Hange’s mouth opened to protest, but they were discouraged by Levi’s strong grip on their ear.

“We’ll be waiting outside if you need us, Y/N.” Levi announced through Hange’s squalls of pain. He gave you a comforting nod before his eyes drifted to Eren, and his expression toughened again. “Don’t try anything. Screams echo down here.” He paused and then turned on his heel to leave, tugging Hange’s ear before releasing it from his hold.

You watched nervously as the two of them disappeared behind the wall.

Hange’s voice was heard again further down the hall. “That hurt a lot, you know.”

It was the last remark you heard from the pair before you heard the door to the corridor close, and then worry flooded your system like it was on an intravenous drip. The Eren you were convinced you were meeting was replaced by someone you weren’t sure you knew, and suddenly you felt unsafe being alone with him, but you held an obligation to Levi, Hange, and the rest of the military that needed the information they expected you to gather.

You walked slowly, feigning a gentle smile to masquerade as though you were happy. It hurt to know that it was something you had to fake. You sat at the edge of Eren’s bed and took note as he made no efforts to shift away. That had to have been a positive sign.

“You look different,” you chuckled. “I like it.” The weak blaze from the burning torches casted a menacing shadow onto Eren’s stolid face. In the half light of the cell he appeared much older. You reached a hand out to brush away the loose wisps of hair that decorated his face, but your movement was stopped by Eren’s unyielding grip around your wrist.

You jumped, surprised at his roughness.

“Do you honestly think you can outsmart me?” His words were bitter.

You looked at Eren with wide, stunned eyes before blinking quickly and trying to laugh off your clear fright.

“What are you talking about?” You brought your unrestrained hand to his jawline, fingers tracing the shape of his face until your touch met the broad span of his chest, and then you felt gutsy enough to slip your fingers under the fabric of his shirt. “You’ve been down here too long. Not everyone’s your enemy, Eren.”

Your fingers wandered far enough until they met the defined curve of his collarbone and the robust muscle of his chest, but the moment was fleeting, interrupted by the jolt of Eren shoving you backwards. You fell off the bed and teetered, momentarily losing your balance.

“It’s pitiful that you’re letting them use you as a pawn.” Eren’s words were sharp, but venom in his words were bearable compared to the resentment behind his eyes.

He knew. He was smart, you should have known he would catch on. You created distance between yourself and Eren.

“What? They’re not using me as a pawn.” Your voice was unsteady. “I promise Eren, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you can help me understand if you just—”

“Then why are you here?” Eren rose from his bed to begin closing the distance you created, and your body began to quiver with dread.

You continued inching backwards until your tailbone collided with the edge of the cell’s sink, and you latched onto it with a sweaty grip.

“I’d rather be a pawn than be driven to do terrible things out of my own free will!” You had no choice but to admit what he already knew, and in seconds Eren’s hands were strung tightly around your wrists while he trapped your body against the sink.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly, blinking back tears. You searched for something past his eyes, just a modicum of vulnerability to at least let you know there was a person behind the Eren you were speaking to, but the once fiery hues of green and blue in his irises were now frosted to an unremarkable grey. If it was true that eyes were the window to the soul, Eren was truly void.

“Please let go.” You pleaded and writhed in his grip. “Eren, seriously let go. You’re hurting me.”

“I don’t expect someone like you to understand.” Eren’s face showed nothing but malevolence.

“Someone like me?”

Eren pushed you back further into the sink until you bit back a shrill cry. “Someone that’s never had to make any sacrifices.”

Tear after tear did nothing to ease Eren’s painful hold, and as obvious as it was that he was hurting you, he remained unconcerned.

“Who are you?” You shook your head. “This isn’t the Eren I know.”

“Then your first mistake was thinking that you ever knew me.”

Eren’s words were somber, but he moved swiftly, and in seconds he tore you from the sink and had you pinned up against the wall, it’s jagged surface digging uncomfortably into your cheek. His mouth hovered by your ear, and when he spoke his breath fanned over the side of your face.

“Scream and I’ll break you.”

So you said nothing as Eren’s knee slid in between your legs, parting them far enough so that he could press his thigh to your cunt. His hands retired from holding your arms behind your back, and they traveled to your ass, riding up the fabric of your dress until it was on full display.

“This is nice.” His voice was condescending as tugged on your dress's short hem. “They did a good job at making you look—,” Eren delivered a sharp spank to the exposed skin then he ran his hand over the area searing with pain, “—like a whore.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a wail as Eren’s palm collided with your backside. He slipped a wicked finger under the thin material of your underwear and dipped his touch down between your thighs to stroke your folds through the cloth.

“Why are you shaking?” Eren used his free hand and slid it around your neck, gently at first, but you knew he wasn’t averse to tightening his grasp. “I thought this was all part of your plan.”

It had been, but your tremors weren’t the result of fear alone. You were scared out of your wits knowing that Eren had no reservations about harming you, and the thought shouldn’t have been as enticing as it was, but the combination of not knowing how he would choose to have his way with you had you feeling hot.

Your words were muffled through sobs, and your dazed mind didn’t make things easier, so all you could do was nod, which solicited a dry scoff from Eren. He hooked his finger around the fabric of your underwear and tugged it aside forcefully before parting your folds.

You released a feeble moan, and you could feel your knees buckling. If it weren’t for his tight grip, you were certain you would have collapsed. “Eren…”

“You’re wet already,” he said scornfully. Two fingers rubbed your clit mercilessly before slipping down to tease your entrance. “Acting scared meanwhile the whole time you were fucking dripping at the thought of me touching you like this. I don’t have to tell you how pathetic that is.”

Your breathing grew more labored at the anticipation of Eren’s long fingers entering you, pumping in and out of your hole while he ridiculed you for how desperately you tightened around his fingers, but you inhaled sharply when his touch disappeared.

Instead you felt Eren wipe your arousal on the inside of your thigh, and you had no time to question his behavior. A pitiful cry of surprise left your mouth as he grabbed the back of your neck, forcibly pulling you off the wall before throwing you in the direction of his bed.

“Move,” he commanded.

You staggered, looking back at him in alarm, but observed his directive without sacrificing any more time. Once you reached his bed, Eren followed closely behind, waiting until your back met the mattress to cage you in under his intimidating frame, and it then became clear that he held no other resolve than to use you for his own satisfaction. He disregarded your discernable ache and began unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs in one haste motion.

Eren’s large cock was already half-thickened with beads of precum glistening at its crown. He brought his palm to his mouth and spat in it before grabbing himself in the large curve of his hand to pump his length in preparation. He ran his tip up and down your folds, taking pleasure in the way you squirmed every time it prodded your tender clit, and then without warning he drove his cock into you, kindling a fervid cry that rose from the pit of your stomach and tore through your throat.

The sound echoed off the walls of the concrete box before ebbing into silence. Eren’s eyebrows creased in irritation while he looked down at you, and you suddenly harked back to his threat. You threw a quivering hand over your mouth, and shook your head, spluttering out a fragmented apology.

“I—Eren—I—I’m sorry…”

Yet he took no heed, and he began thrusting in and out of you, rocking back just to slam his hips into yours, over and over again until an uncomfortable pain grew from deep inside you and diffused over the span of your pelvis. All you could do was swallow your wails while your palm did it’s best efforts to smother your pleas. Fat tears ran down your cheeks and soaked into the sheets; your agony was hard to hide.

“Stop crying,” Eren barked through grunts. He pressed his hand to the hollow of your neck, fingers digging into your fleeting pulse. “You said yourself you have no problem being used.”

Sweaty fingers clutched his forearm, and you struggled against his dominance, breaths growing more and more shallow in an effort to conserve the air you were quickly losing.

He grabbed your wrists and held them together, pinning them to the mattress above your head with one hand.

“Maybe I should put a baby in you, then you’ll understand why what I’m doing is our last resort.”

Eren arched an eyebrow, but when you said nothing and only looked at him with glossy eyes a disdainful laugh slipped past his lips. He continued fucking himself deep into you, watching the way your body lurched with his movement, and then you felt his cock pulsate inside you.

It served as wordless notice that Eren was close, especially since he made no efforts to warn you. His eyes shut tightly, jaw hung slack while his groans intensified, and then he was cumming inside you, his hot seed flooding your walls as he claimed you.

You wound your eyes shut too, dark mascara-tainted tears staining your cheeks while you felt Eren thrusting through his high, making sure he had jettisoned every drop of his cum into you before he pulled himself out and wiped the creamy, white liquid that glazed his cock on the inside of your thigh.

“And when you report back, why don’t you tell them—” As if it were nothing he eased his weight off of you, taking a seat on the bed beside your shuddering body while he tucked himself back into his pants. “‘I let him fuck me pregnant because I’m a whore.’”

#reesprompts #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #attack on titan smut #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan au #aot au #attack on titan imagines #aot imagines #eren yeager fic

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dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol  misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart. 

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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