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silentwalrus1 · 2 years
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something I wish I saw more in fandom is how ed literally recites the periodic table when he gets nervous/embarassed?? everyone knows winry is the one who can actually articulate her feelings, like when she realizes she loves ed she just accepts it off, vs ed who is emotionally constipated. sure he's a cocky little genius when it comes to things he's actually knowledgeable in, like alchemy, but when it comes to relationships or anything similar to that he gets so of his element he literally recites the periodic table!!!!! that's so cute. I'm tired of only seeing confident gremlin ed (still valid but c'mon) where's the ed who blushes entirely through his proposal without even saying the word marriage??? he made the whole thing about equivalent exchange and STILL could barely get the words out. he's a nerdy loser who has no idea how to handle his feelings and blushes at the smallest hints of romance, what a little nerd I love him.
sure totally, that sounds like character work for stories centered around Ed having romantic relationships as a teenager, but i don’t write teenage ed
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torushawty · 9 months
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reblogs & interactions always appreciated :)
all works are rightfully owned by kazushawty. song recs are for you to listen to while reading for extra immersion !!
scroll all the way down for his second masterlist *sigh*
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| key: [ ★ ] = fan fav | 18+ | f! reader | in chronological order |
| key: [ 🔞 ] = smut [ 💢 ] = angst [ 🌀 ] = fluff / “sfw”
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#FICS + ONESHOTS
[ ★ ] PROMISCUOUS GIRL + approx. wc = 3.6k / estimated reading time / 16 minutes / modern / str!p club! au / 🔞 / str!pper reader /
SUMMARY: toji visits a str!p club and a cute little new str!pper girl catches his eye quick.
SONG REC: promiscuous & the way i are
[ ★ ] AIRPLANE AIRHEAD + approx. wc = 5.9k / estimated reading time / 26.22 minutes / modern / airplane au! / passenger! toji / flight attendant reader🔞
SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun tormenting the new cute flight attendant in first class.
SONG REC: in for it
WWW.PIXELATED.PRINCESS + approx. wc = 5.1k / estimated reading time / 22.67 minutes / modern / cam!au / maid + c4mgirl reader / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji finds out his pretty maid isn’t as innocent as he thinks once he walks in on her during her cam show.
SONG REC: cyber s!x
[ ★ ] TINDER LEG BINDER + approx. wc = 4.7k / estimated reading time / 20.89 minutes / modern / toxic + possessive ex! bf toji / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji catfishes his pretty little ex-girlfriend on tinder because he’s bored. the sheer thought of you being with another man makes him giggle.
SONG REC: let me love you
[ ★ ] SOPRANO SCREAMER + approx. wc = 7.8k / estimated reading time / 35.07 minutes / modern / rockstar! au / rockstar! toji / fangirl! reader / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: so many thirsty groupies but you want your favorite dílf rockstar to know that you‘re his #1 biggest fan.
SONG REC: party monster
1-800-BRAT-WANTED + approx. wc = 6.0k / estimated reading time / 22.67 minutes /modern / jjk au / assassin! toji / bounty reader / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji takes a bounty worth $100k but he didn't expect his wanted target to look so pretty.
SONG REC: starboy
EX-RINGER-F!NGERED + approx. wc = 6.1k / estimated reading time / 27.11 minutes / jjk au / modern / toxic + possessive ex-husband! toji / angst ending / 🔞 / 💢 /
SUMMARY: perhaps going to your ex-husband‘s costume party wasn‘t the brightest idea.
SONG REC: try me & hurt you
[ ★ ] BACKSTAGE BACK ARCHER + approx. wc = 5.3k / estimated reading time / over 20 mins / rockstar! au / rockstar! toji / delusional reader / mean! dom toji / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun with his #1 biggest fan. The paparazzi can’t stand you and neither can his die-hard groupies.
SONG REC: kissland
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#THIRSTS/ASKS
virgin reader x toji [🔞]
toji edging you [🔞]
arranged marriage toji [🔞]
ceo toji x breeding k!nk [🔞]
twitter famous toji [🔞]
making a bet w toji / he loses [🔞]
in the shower w toji [🔞]
toji seeing you in a sundress [🔞]
one night stand w toji [🔞]
toji seeing you in a bikini for the first time [🔞]
toji eating it from the back [🔞] — ★
birthday s!x w toji [🔞] DEDICATED TO HOSHI !! <3
seven mins in heaven [🔞]
spit / daddy k1nk w toji [🔞] — ★
makeup s!x w toji eating your 🐱 [🔞]
asking toji to record you [🔞]
bodyguard trope [not smut related]
ex baby daddy toji [🔞]
difference between faster & harder w toji [🔞]
toji making out with you after eating your 🐱 [🔞] — ★
toji handling his girl as she’s ab to fight someone [🌀]
toji x public play [🔞]
motorcyclist toji [🔞]
spin the bottle feat. gojo [🔞]
toji & reader w oral fixation [🔞]
toji‘s reaction to seeing you in booty shorts [🔞]
racer toji [🔞]
spit + praise + daddy k1nk [🔞]
c0ckwarm1ng toji [🔞]
toji comforting you with period cramps [🌀]
toji with a shy gf [🌀]
impact play w toji [🔞]
toji f!ckin you like he can’t life w/o you [🔞]
toji in black suit / size k1nk [🔞] — ★
toji reaction to you singing explicit words [🌀]
toji turning on your toy while at a formal dinner [🔞]
c!ckwarming toji while he’s doing paperwork [🔞]
toji x insecure gf [🌀]
toji saying no to you for the first time [🌀]
toji x reader w attachment issues [🌀]
toji x bimbo reader [🌀]
toji reaction to you having n!pple piercings [🔞]
toji giving you hickeys/bite marks on your neck [🔞]
sucking toji’s n1pple pierced t!ts [🔞]
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#DRABBLES
toji spanking your 🐱 [🔞] — ★
dilf toji make you answer your ex’s call [🔞] — ★
giving toji head on your birthday [🔞]
how toji eats it [🔞]
toji x insecure chubby! reader [🔞]
toji “helping” his college gf study [🔞]
relaxing pool day with toji [🌀]
toji taming a spoiled brat gf [🔞] — ★
toji calming you down after you’re pissed [🌀]
using your safe word [🔞]
d!lf toji making you squ!rt for the first time [🔞] — ★
toji x v!grin reader [🔞] — ★
riding toji‘s thigh [🔞]
play fighting to something else w toji [🔞] — ★
trying on clothes / toji f!cking you in the clothes [🔞]
calling toji daddy by accident [🔞] — ★
jealous toji x college gf reader [🌀]
toji with crybaby gf [🔞] — ★
aftercare with toji [suggestive]
toji suggesting a new position [🔞] — ★
smart mouth reader x toji [🔞]
making out with toji [suggestive]
angry rough toji / reader [🔞]
toji’s favorite positions [🔞]
toji making you 💦 again [🔞]
boyfriend toji headcanons [🌀]
shy gf x toji who forces eye contact [🔞] — ★
toji using a vibe on you while intimate [🔞]
toji taking care of you while you’re sick [🌀]
toji eating you out with tongue piercing [🔞]
toji putting you in headlock while riding him [🔞] — ★
sucking toji’s fingers [🔞]
riding toji while sucking his fingers [🔞] — ★
toji with a size k!nk [🔞] — ★
toji teaching you how to give head [🔞] — ★
more toji putting you in a headlock [🔞]
shiu x toji sharing you [🔞]
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╰┈➤ finished? direct me to more toji content, karma !
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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BNHA Men + Handling Scary Movies
Pairing: Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Kirishima, Mirio, Keigo, Dabi, Aizawa, Tomura x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, nightmares, comfort, kissing, horror movies, crying, teasing
A/N: A tiny bit Halloween themed for the spooky month!
Izuku lets you know he hates them right away, he doesn't want to even try acting otherwise. Acting brave also goes out the window as soon as the first scary scene happens. He's not just holding your hand, he is fully in your lap, holding onto you for dear life through the whole movie. You also discover that he us indeed a screamer.
Bakugo doesn't react much to the scary scenes in the movie. In his opinion horror movies are pretty dumb, besides he could easily overpower any bad guy in the movie so there's no reason for him to be scared even if it was real. If he sees that you're scared he won't tease you about it while watching the movie, maybe after, but while you're watching he'll put his arm around you as a protective gesture.
Shoto holds your hand the whole time while feeding you popcorn with the other. The bowl doesn't even have finished popcorn, he uses his Quirk to make it which distracts you from how scary the movie you're watching really is. Good, so his plan is working as intended then, he was afraid you wouldn't want to watch it with him but you're handing it well.
Kirishima acts tough at the start but turns out to be quite jumpy at the scary scenes. His Quirk can act up too but he says it's just his instincts to protect you. Not wanting to embarrass him, even if he's being real cute, you ask him to cuddle with you cause you're scared. It works like a charm and his arms are wrapping you up against his body, his chin against your shoulder before the next scary scene can come up.
Mirio doesn't understand the appeal of scary movies. He's not opposed to watching them with you as date night but they don't have any real impact on him. Regardless he will lean in to kiss your cheek if he hears you yelp or sees you shiver in fear. These movies seem to make you quite clingy, and you already know that he is clingy too, so that is the one positive thing he can say about them.
Keigo likes horror movies but he is really selective over which ones he watches. More into the older ones that he watched as a kid if he were honest, they aren't actually scary to him but some scenes do make you jump. He uses his wings to shield your eyes when he knows a jumpscare is coming up and he also wraps one wing around you as protection.
Dabi can watch a horror movie or two but he's more in it for the chance to tease you. Even if you're not that much of a scaredy cat if you're with him it's still fun to cuddle with you and whisper in your ear about how adorable you are when you're scared. You know that nothing can touch you when he's around right? Nothing and no one... except for him.
Aizawa doesn't react to many scenes but he thinks it's entertaining for what it's supposed to be. The only thing he has against these movies is that they give you, and some of his students, nightmares so he has to walk up and down the hallway of the dorms to make sure everyone is actually sleeping. In your case he will stay up all night if he has to, holding and kissing you, wiping your scared tears away as soon as they come.
Tomura loves horror movies a lot and watches them pretty often. He will often say how stupid a plot point or a villain choice was and what he would have done but he still likes a lot of the movies he watches. They're dumb fun for him and he loves things that entertain him. It's why he loves you too, with all you funny and cute reactions and holding onto his shirt or the sleeve through the whole movie.
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celtic-crossbow · 4 months
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I’m a Screamer, Baby, Make Me a Mute
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Setting: Quarry era
Warnings: Poorly written smut, degradation, premature ejaculation, borderline stalking
Summary: Daryl has never been with anyone sexually, his only examples having been Merle and pornography. When he decides he’s out of time due to the end of the world, he sets his eyes on you. He’ll do whatever it takes to have you.
A/N: I’m a little more proud of this than I should be. It was really out of my comfort zone but I really love how it turned out. Written for @dilfsandmartinis
©celtic-crossbow 2023. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or placed on any other platform without my consent.
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He had waited and watched and watched and waited. You, traipsing around in those cut off shorts that ended perfectly over the contour of your ass. And that tight tank top that hugged your figure, smoothing over every curve. He could almost conjure the perfect image of your bare breasts going off of how the top fit you alone. 
You had gone down to the water to wash up. He knew that because he had been watching you. He knew your routine from the moment you crawled out of your tent until you disappeared back into it. 
He knew he couldn’t wait any longer to have you. He had done everything that Merle would do when he was chasing a woman he’d eventually take to bed. He would cat call as you walked by, swearing that after you glared at him, you’d sway your hips a little more prominently as you walked away. 
He’d casually lean against the nearest tree while you helped gather wood for the fire, humming appreciatively and licking his lips when you’d acknowledge him. “Wouldn’ be a man if I didn’ take notice of a nice piece’a ass.” You would usually call him a pig and throw a stick at him. “Feisty. I like tha’.” He’d adjust himself through his pants right in front of you. 
The truth was, he had no idea what he was doing. He’d never been with a woman before, but knew the basics thanks to his brother’s tendency to indulge in female company nearly on a nightly basis. Sometimes more. Daryl would watch through the cracked door, studying how Merle would interact with his partner of choice; what he would say, how he would touch her. Didn’t seem like much fun for the woman but his brother didn’t seem interested in anything other than getting his dick wet. 
Now, Daryl wasn’t trying to be a creep. He just wanted to be ready. The porn Merle would watch was informative enough about what goes where but it seemed like more of a performance than anything. He needed something a little more personal to go off of and Merle was the perfect specimen to study. 
Daryl had been willing to wait, biding his time for the opportunity to present itself; preferably when his brother wasn’t around to critique the skills he’d picked up. Then the world ended. Realizing death could decide to punch his card so easily was a great motivator. Dying a virgin wasn’t an option. 
So he followed you. He’d never take you against your will. Even Merle’s morality extended that far. But he’d sure make it hard for you to say no. 
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a shoulder against a tree, skillfully hiding the fact that his heart was pounding a tattoo into his ribs. You were getting things ready to clean yourself up; laying out your fresh clothes and a towel, pulling the hair tie from your ponytail. He was getting hard just from the anticipation alone. 
When you popped open the button of your shorts, you decided to look around and make sure no one had wandered down. Daryl wasn’t even trying to hide. Merle never would. When your gaze located him, your eyes widened and then narrowed. You didn’t move to rid yourself of the shorts. 
“Well, don’ let me stop ya. Was enjoyin’ the show.”
“God, you’re disgusting.” You snapped, still eyeing him. “Okay, you can leave now.” He sauntered down to the water’s edge a few feet away from you.
“Why the hell would I do somethin’ stupid like tha’?” He drawled, blue eyes roaming up and down your body. He was fighting hard to keep himself still, to not shift from foot to foot— an action that helped ground him when he was especially anxious. Merle would never. “Y’can go ahead with whatcha was doin’.”
“With you gawking at me? I don’t think so, Dixon. Y’know, there are ways to treat a lady that work a lot better than being a disgusting pervert.”
He chewed on the inside of his cheek, mulling over your words. He could try your way, but he’d never seen Merle gravel for pussy. And he always got it in the end. “Don’ see no ladies ‘round here.”
“Oh, really? Yeah, not interested.” You started to gather your things, much to Daryl’s chagrin. “I’ll bathe some other time. Maybe bring one or two of the other women with me.”
“Hell yeah. Tha’s wha’ m’talkin’ ‘bout. I can handle a couple’a ya. Maybe even three.” He reached down to palm himself through his jeans. He was almost achingly hard but the strained fabric kept it from showing too much. 
“Oh my god, I think I’m gonna throw up.” You shoved past him and stomped back toward camp. 
Once you were out of sight, his shoulders slumped. A swing and a miss. He knew his brother though. Merle wouldn’t stop there. He’d pursue and persuade. 
And that’s exactly what Daryl planned to do. 
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He followed you again the next afternoon when it was your turn to look for berries or mushrooms that were edible. His mouth watered each time you’d bend over to inspect something before crouching to pluck it from the ground and add it to your bucket. 
“Shouldn’ be out here all by yaself.” He stated casually, strutting up behind you. He had to restrain himself from making a grab at your ass. “Ain’t safe.”
“Yeah, from lechers like you.” You retorted, not even turning around. 
The hunter tilted his head, studying your backside, round and plump. Just right for gripping while you rode his cock. Your thighs were smooth with that small gap in between. He desperately wanted his face buried between them, letting you squeeze his head while he tasted you. His cock was already responding to the debauchery running rampant in his head. He’d never seen Merle go down on someone but men seemed to enjoy it in the videos he’d watch. 
“You just gonna stand there and stare at my ass all day? Or are you gonna go and shoot something for supper tonight?” You queried in a flat tone. 
“Darlin’, there’s no way m’movin’ when yer shaking yer ass in front’a me like that. Pract’ly beggin’ me ta give ya wha’ a lil’ slut like you wants.” 
The bucket sat abandoned on the forest floor. You straightened and turned, giving him a look he couldn’t quite read. “Is that what you think of me? That I’d just drop everything and jump on your dick?”
“S’what I know.” The confidence in his answer was nearly betrayed by a tremble in his frame as you stalked closer. 
“Think you’re man enough for me, Daryl?” You stressed his name, stopping yourself right in front of him. He’d never heard his first name roll off that tongue and through the partition of those pouty lips. “Think you can give it to me hard and fast until I’m screaming?”
“Fuck yeah.” He answered too quickly. His voice had dropped an octave; gravelly and breathy. His blue eyes watched you move and before he could register what was happening, your hand was cupping his erection over his pants. 
“I don’t usually let a man anywhere near that would talk to me like you do.” You smiled and gave his clothed cock a generous squeeze. “There’s something about you, though. I can’t put my”— you squeezed again—“finger on it.”
Daryl closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Fuckin’ tease.” He managed. Your hand retracted and he longed for the feel of it to return. Eyes opening, you had removed your shirt; no bra left your breasts exposed to his gaze. He gulped, his confident expression wavering in the slightest way. 
“Come on, Dixon. You’ve been talking a big game. Let’s see how good you really are.” You purred, palming him over his pants yet again. 
Eyes on your chest, he felt a sensation stirring; a strong tingle at the base of his spine that branched out swiftly to map through his veins and straight to his cock. He managed to stifle the sound but had to slap a hand against a nearby tree to stay on his feet as pleasure pulsed through him, his warm spend emptying into his underwear in suffocated ropes. 
He didn’t even wait to bask in the after effects of such an orgasm, snatching your wrist to pull your palm away from his oversensitive cock. “Maybe next time.” He growled, hoping that he had played off what had just happened well enough that you would continue to be curious. 
As it was, he was mortified. Merle would laugh at him tirelessly and crack every joke in his arsenal with Daryl being the punchline. His brother could never find out about this. Returning to the tent, he gave Merle a middle finger when the elder Dixon started complaining about how the others in the camp didn’t appreciate him. Daryl was in no mood. 
His face was burning with embarrassment while his underwear remained against his skin. He rid himself of the ruined article and hid it under his bedroll. He’d burn it later when he was sure his brother was sleeping. Merle could not find out. The camp couldn’t either. 
The shame was enough without involving others. 
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Daryl left you alone for a couple of days, in hopes of maintaining that mentioned curiosity. Thankfully, it appeared no one knew anything about his plight a couple days earlier. He chose to believe that meant you didn’t either. He waited until dusk, when you would head down to the water’s edge. Just enough light left for it to be safe, just enough shadow to hide from any prying eyes. 
He found you just as he had days before, this time choosing to go down to where you stood instead of hanging back by the trees. 
You stood straighter and looked toward the sky. “God, why do you hate me? What is it, Dixon?”
“Hang on, let a man enjoy the view fer a minute.” 
“The view would have been a lot better the other day if you hadn’t decided to leave me standing there, topless!” You hissed in a whisper, as if anyone else was listening.
“Calm down, woman. Jus’ makin’ sure was me ya wanted. Lil’ whore like ya could’a been ready ta jump on any dick.” He stepped forward and let his hands hover over your hips, moving his gaze up to yours with a questioning brow arched. 
“Well?” You stared at him expectantly. “Touch me, goddamnit!” You didn’t wait and pulled him forward, crashing your mouth against his. It took all he had not to moan against your lips. His first kiss and with a beauty like you. He realized in that moment that he wanted to worship you, cater to your every desire. He wanted you to know how much and how long he had wanted you. 
But that wasn’t what you what attracted you to him. You wanted brash and rough and insulting. You wanted Merle in Daryl packaging. 
So that’s what he would give you. 
Roughly pulling you away, he spun you to press your back flush against his chest. “Easy does it.” He growled against your ear, nipping at the lobe. You let out a sigh and your head dropped back against his shoulder. “Desperate lil’ whore. Can’ wait fer tha’ cock, can ya?”
With a smirk he couldn’t see, you pushed your ass back against his groin, making his dick twitch. “Seems like your cock can’t wait for this pussy.” 
Daryl bit back a groan, his hands coming up to grope your breasts hard enough to be painful. That familiar feeling was back again, a heat pooling in his belly with electric jolts stirring at the base of his spine. He was biting his bottom lip so hard that his mouth soon filled with the metallic taste of blood. Your petite hand wrapped around his wrist and guided it into the front of your shorts. The second he felt that wet heat through the fabric of your panties, he was gone. 
He had enough cognitive function to yank his hand free and push you forward, palms on your shoulders shaking as the orgasm tore through him. He was incredibly thankful that there wasn’t enough light for you to see what promised to be a wet patch on the front of his pants. 
“Too fuckin’ eager fer me t’night.” He ground out, spinning on a heel to start stomping away from you. “Le’s see how long a lil’ slut like ya can manage ‘fore any cock in this camp’ll do.” He didn’t turn to see your face. He couldn’t, lest you see the mortified embarrassment coloring his own expression. 
Another failed attempt. Another pair of underwear to burn. 
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It didn’t take long for you to turn to other means of scratching that itch. He sat, cleaning his bolts, watching you flirt shamelessly with his brother. Bending over in front of the man and practically wiggling your ass in invitation. Of course, Merle responded. The elder Dixon gave your backside a firm slap. To your credit, you were great at feigning offense. 
You stormed away from their camp only to return sometime later, sitting yourself so close to his brother that your thigh was rubbing against Merle’s hip. You leaned in while the man talked about nothing in particular. Some racist garbage that even Daryl wouldn’t entertain. The second your fingers reached for Merle’s jaw, Daryl stood straight up from his perch. 
“Y/N!” He barked, fighting off a smirk when you flinched and turned those big eyes toward him. “Need ta talk ta ya.” He was already heading into the trees, his sharp hunter senses picking up your steps behind him. He’d show you that he could be just as appealing as Merle. He’d be better. 
When he felt the two of you were far enough from camp and saw no signs that his brother had followed, he rounded on you to shove you roughly against the nearest tree. “Was right’, weren’ I? Need tha’ lil’ cunt filled so  bad tha’ ya’d let any man take ya.”
You huffed in obvious annoyance. “No. I’m just trying to make you jealous enough to actually fuck me.”
Daryl gulped. He knew this was his last chance. You’d get tired of games and he was tired of playing them too. He released you and stepped back. “Take off yer clothes. And hurry it up ‘fore I change my mind.” He didn’t touch you while you undressed, your lust-blown eyes never leaving him. He couldn’t touch you. If he did, it would be a repeat performance of the last two encounters. He scrambled at undoing his belt, separating the two ends so he could free his already painfully hard cock. “Better be wet cause I ain’t in the mood ta waste time gettin’ ya there.”
He didn’t, either. The moment you were bare, he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you. Your ankles locked over his ass while he guided himself to your entrance. Thank god, he found you to be slick. He drove into you with a moan, gritting his teeth to keep from cumming right on the spot. “Fuckin’ slut.” Merle was never tender or accommodating, slamming into his prize the moment her legs opened to him. Dary did the same, hard thrusts that had the sound of skin slapping echoing through the trees. He was already about to burst. “Say it. Say wha’ a slut ya are.”
“I’m a slut. I’m a fucking whore! Fuck, Dixon!” Your fingers grasped for his neck, his shoulders. Against everything he knew, he wanted to bring you to your high. He’d seen how it could be done in those pornos. But there wasn’t time. 
With a choked off moan, he pulled himself from you, ropes of cum dousing your ass and the tree behind you. He let himself feel it, reveling in the euphoria that slammed into him in waves so hard that he thought he might black out. 
As he drifted back down, he quickly dropped your legs and stepped back to tuck himself back into his jeans. Shame colored his cheeks. He thought he might throw up. You’d likely tell everyone what a lousy fuck he was, lasting all of two minutes. He was no longer a virgin but he couldn’t celebrate it. “Get outta here.” He hissed. 
You smirked at him. “Not bad for your first time.” You remained naked, leaned back against the tree with your legs apart to give him quite the view. “We can try again if you want and I can show you how to really fuck a woman.”
He stood there, hands on his belt though his fingers felt suddenly inept. “Ya knew?” Yep, he was definitely going to throw up. 
“Of course I did.” You chuckled. Your hands began to roam over your body. Watching you already had his cock stirring back to life, half hard and approaching aching. “You can still call me a slut. It’s hot.” You sauntered toward him, smacking his hands away from his belt. 
Daryl watched you pop the button of his jeans open once again and drag down the zipper. “Fuck.” He groaned when your hand wrapped around him, stroking him to fully hard. “Ya really are a fuckin’ slut.”
“I can be.” You purred, licking a stripe from his collar bone to his jaw. He shivered but managed to scoff and turn his head, though his eyes slid back over to stare at your bare breasts. “And this slut is gonna give you a lesson you’ll never forget.”
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97keanu · 5 months
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𖤐Hellsent𖤐 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Dave Lizewski x Succubi!Reader
Premise: Dave, Todd, and Marty have been laughing about doing a demonic ritual for Halloween. They text back and forth via Skype about how silly it is that there's so many fake rituals online. Todd gets the bright idea of looking into the deep web for some really funny ones, and ends up sending Dave a link for a ritual to 'try'. Thinking it's just bullshit, Dave goes ahead and performs the ritual, but it may turn out to be more real than he thought...
Tags/CW: all characters are 18+, succubi!reader, demonic!reader, nerdy!Dave, blood, demonic rituals, smut, demonic sex, switch!reader, Dom leaning!Reader, sub!Dave, virgin!Dave, p in v, doggy, surprising dom!Dave, chubby!reader, thick!reader, slutty!reader, c*mslut!reader, oral (Dave receiving), oral (reader receiving), raw.
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Just like any Friday night, Dave was at home. He is set up at his computer, complete with snacks and the biggest bottle of Mountain Dew he could find at the convenience store. His room is dark, save for the blue light of the screen being his beacon in the dark October night. His glasses glint with the screens reflection as he watches memes on youtube because there's nothing better to do. He checks his Skype after hearing that familiar ping! and takes a big swig of his drink.
Todd and Marty are currently laughing over finding out that some parts of the internet think you can actually summon a demon. Dave watches as they type back and forth quizzically before responding himself.
[Dave]: People really think that shit works?
[Marty]: Guess so...and I thought we did some pathetic shit on the internet.
[Todd]: Right, I mean the one I'm looking at now says: "How to summon a Succubus."
[Todd]: These nerds are so lonely they think they can magically conjure up a woman to fuck them, it's actually kind of sad at that point...
[Marty] Damn, maybe that's what Dave needs so he can finally get some pussy for once
[Dave] As if you aren't already looking into how to do it, Marty. I just know from how much you play WoW that you have some sick monster girl fantasies.
[Todd] Actually, I'm with Marty on this one, you should try the ritual and get back to us. I think you'd be less of a dickhead if you finally got some.
Dave stares at the screen in discontent. He hates when his friends make fun of him for being a virgin, which makes no sense to Dave because they're not getting any either. Todd claims that the reason it's different is because at least Todd tries to give an air of not being a virgin, and Marty got to 2nd base in freshmen year with one of the chess team girls. Dave however, according to Todd and Marty, is a quintessential virgin.
So, when Todd sends a sketchy link that Dave is almost certain will end up being a screamer or malware, he decides to click it anyways, on the off chance it actually is a way to get a demon babe to fuck you.
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To Dave's surprise, it isn't a fake out. It's a forum, from what part of the web, Dave is unsure. He hasn't seen a site like this before, and from a quick glance, the people talking in it are serious. He reads as users of the forum detail a ritual, and how each of them have modified it until supposedly it worked. Dave still feels pretty skeptical about it, but it seems like everyone in this forum really believes this, and that alone is enough that Dave feels a slight chill.
Dave hears another ping! and when he clicks back to Skype, Todd and Marty are once again, egging him on about it. He tries to ignore it, not sending anything back as he begins writing down what the forum suggests. Dave hears the familiar sound of an incoming call, and reluctantly answers it. Dave watches as the screen-glowed faces of Todd and Marty join his.
"So, are you going to do it?" Marty says with a snort.
"Yeah, c'mon Dave, we wanna watch and see if it's real!" Todd looks very enthusiastic about all of this, but of course, he's safe from any harm behind the screen.
"Fine, I'll do your stupid ritual and show you how dumb it is." Dave grumbles, finally giving in to the idea fully.
Todd and Marty are pumped, and Dave let's them know he has to go gather some things from the list. He mutes and turns off his camera before trekking out of his room for the first time that night to look for what the ritual calls for, or the best things he can find.
Dave scoures the house and ends up finding most of what he needs. He steals five candles from his Dad, who is surprisingly into collecting Bath and Body Works scents. He gathers cinnamon and basil from the kitchen cabinet, and is surprised to see there is actually a bundle of lavender on the wall for decoration. He finishes his hunt by grabbing a piece of white chalk from leftover summer days when he was younger, and a needle from his mom's old sewing kit.
Dave races back up to his attic room, ready to get this over with, and tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. A part of him worries if it will work. A deeper part of him wonder if it was even remotely possible that he could actually get laid tonight, demonic or otherwise.
"Alright, I got what it says..." Dave turns on the mic and camera and tells his friends. They seem interested, and urge him to continue. Dave sets the webcam up so they can see more of his room, particularly the bed and the wooden floor before it.
He gets started, making a pentagram and tracing the runes that the website said to put. It doesn't take long before he has what looks like a legit summoning circle, to his surprise. He continues as Todd and Marty watch carefully, and Dave notices that they aren't joking as much as before the more he continues. He wonders how much they think this will really work, or if this is an elaborate prank to make him do all this work in a desperate attempt to have sex. He hopes neither of them are screen recording the most.
Dave lights each candle, placing them on a pentagram point, then sprinkling a bit of each herb to each candle. He looks back to the paper he has the instructions on and confirms that the next part he will have to draw blood.
"I guess it calls for blood now, guys..." Dave says, uneasily, glancing back to the screen for validation.
"I thought you said after the accident you couldn't feel much pain?" Todd asks, and Marty nods along.
"We've come this close, better just finish it up and see if it really works..." Marty quietly adds, shifting in his seat.
"I don't know what you mean by 'we'..." Dave grumbles, but grabs the sewing needle.
They were right, it won't hurt that much to prick his finger for Dave. Somehow, despite knowing the pain wasn't really an issue, Dave's heart began to pick up. The wind outside his window seemed to disappear as he carefully begun poking his finger, the blood swelling up and slipping down it. Todd and Marty were completely silent as they watched Dave add a drop to each point, Dave speaking the Latin he had wrote down for the ritual. As he neared the last line and last point, he felt something in the room shift. The energy made the hair on his neck stand up, and the candles flickered despite the lack of airflow. Dave hesitated as he began to finish the ritual, his stomach fluttering with nerves.
There was only one way to see if any of that was real or not, though. And Dave wasn't about to chicken out in front of his friends, he hated facing embarrassment like that from them because it would last for months. Besides, it was unlikely anything would happen and he could go back and goad Todd for thinking it would work. Dave smiled for a second thinking of how he could get back at him, then found the confidence to continue.
He spoke the last line, his drop of blood falling onto the last sigil. Dave watched as it sat there, and for a few moments, nothing moved.
"I told you, Todd! Nothing was going to happen-" Dave yelled back at the screen with a smirk, then paused.
He saw the sigil soak up the blood, moving the liquid by an unknown force. A faint glow of red began to take hold of the shape. Todd and Marty could barely tell through their cameras, but watched in anticipation, wondering why their friend stopped gloating. Dave stepped out of the circle, almost tripping into his bed. As he exited the circle, the wind picked up, blowing harshly into his room. He heard Todd and Marty begin chattering, asking what was happening, as one of the candles fell over, sparking a ring of fire around the pentagram.
Dave tried to move, tried to do anything, knowing he should put out the flame, but he was speechless as he watched the ring bend shape into that of a heart. Dave blinked, trying to will the images before him away, unable to process what was happening. As he was almost able to regain the ability to move, your portal opened up.
You had been watching hungrily as the young man completed your ritual, smelling the virginity on him from your realm, and wanting a taste of his sweet essence. You floated out of the portal, your tiny, pink bat-like wings fluttering. You watched as Dave's eyes grew ever larger at the sight of you. You who was practically naked, a string of bikini covering only the most sacred of bits. Your pink skin glowed in the dim light of his computer, and the horns on your head gleamed. You could hear the sounds of boys fawning over you from the computer, and glanced over with a sharpness in your Amaranth colored eyes.
"You brought me here to an audience, I see..." Your voice, dripping with honey-like sweetness, yet your demonic undertones rumbled through out.
Dave could barely speak. He looked up at you to where he had fallen into the end of his bed with fear and, to his dismay, a hardening cock clearly beginning to struggle against his jeans. He could barely believe any of it.
Maybe he had fallen when the fire broke out and hit his head, or perhaps the fumes from the smoke were making him see things, but no. You really were in his bedroom, a burning heart breaking way to the hottest creature he had ever laid eyes on.
His eyes trailed your curves, enjoying the plumpness and the way the straps of your bikini could barely hold how thick you were. He thought he might just cum in his pants right then as you turned, your ass so juicy and cute, your tail flicking with mischief. He watched as you stepped out of the circle, walking over to the computer. As you got closer, bending over and giving Dave a wonderful view, the computer began to glitch.
"It seems my magic prevents me from using such a contraption..." You whisper to yourself, and Dave opens his mouth to speak, but cannot find the words. "No matter. If you wish for these humans to watch as I take you, then so be it."
The thought of Todd and Marty watching him lose his virginity made his stomach turn, and Dave finally was able to jump to his feet, rushing towards the computer as you left it to float over to the bed. He could hear Todd and Marty trying to dissuade him from turning off the webcam, obviously eager to see what comes next even if it is their closest friend.
"Wait, Dave!" They said almost in unison as Dave began shutting it down.
"Sorry guys! Busy! Bye!" Dave uttered, the words the first thing that he could think of to say. He ended the call and turned off his computer in record time, turning to face you, who was now laid out on the bed with a sensual stare.
"So, they call you Dave?" You purred, your pink eyes glowing in the darkness of Dave's room.
The firey summoning circle has died down to a crisp ember in the floor. Dave didn't want to think about how he would have to explain that to his dad later. Instead, he couldn't help but to be entranced by you, walking forward slowly, unsure, but knowing he wants you.
"Y-yeah, that's, um, my name..." Dave speaks shyly, a nervous hand ruffling his dark curls at the back of his head.
"Cute...I'd tell you my name, but I don't think you would understand my demonic language." You tease him, bringing up a finger and curling it to signal Dave to come closer.
Dave gulps, and takes a few steps further, then stops. Even if this is all just a gas leak induced dream, he still felt the need to make sure that he was safe.
"Wh-what are you going to, uh, do to me?" He forces the words out.
"Nothing you don't want, Dave." You lay back, your pink tits falling just so, looking perfectly round and soft. Dave can't help but get caught up in them.
"But, you're a d-demon right?" He has to blink and look away to keep talking, his cock is distracting him too much when he looks at you.
"A succubi, yes... Is that a problem?"
"Aren't demons, like, supposed to be, um, really bad and stuff?" He hates how ridiculous and nerdy he sounds trying to figure this all out, but he's so nervous he can barely speak naturally.
"Depends on what you view as bad." You begin, a hand lazily playing with the strap of your bikini on your thigh, snapping it. Dave watches as your thighs jiggle temptingly.
"If you think sex is a sin, then maybe I would be bad. That was very common back in the day. The world seems to have grown a bit, but we still get summons from hunters who hate us. You don't happen to be a demon hunter, do you Dave?" You know he's not, but it's fun to see him sweat a little.
"N-no, absolutely not..." Dave stutters out, then clears his throat. "But, what do you want to do to me?"
"Well, I thought you knew the answer to that, seeing as it was you who summoned me." You giggle a bit, the sound like to soft bells. "Usually, this works as a symbiotic relationship. You get to fuck me, and I get to devour that delicious sexual energy you've been hoarding..."
"H-hoarding?"
"Oh yes, your virginity at such an age is less common nowadays. It will be very, very tasty to suck all of that pent up sexual frustration out of you..." You wink at him, and Dave's already hot cheeks darken a deeper shade of red.
"But, will that hurt me?" Dave whispers, the temptation to give in so strong he has started coming closer and closer.
"Only if you care that you'll be extremely tired afterward. But sex makes most people tired, doesn't it?" Dave thinks he's heard that before, but he wouldn't really know either way. The offer sounds like a good deal though, he could take being tired.
"And you won't do anything I won't like?"
"Not a chance."
Dave stops at the foot of the bed, looking down at you sexy form. He never thought he would ever have a girl in his bed, laid out, wanting him. He couldn't have guessed that girl would be a hot succubi like yourself. He takes one last moment to decide, and his cock overrides all better judgements.
Dave nods at you, accepting, and you smile, your tiny fangs cutely peeking out from behind your soft, plump lips. You move, cat-like and sensual, getting on all fours and meeting Dave at the edge of the bed. You place a hand on his hard cock, and he breathes out a shuttering breath, the touch warm and inviting.
"I suppose we should start by freeing up such a large cock..." You look up as you speak, your eyelashes batting.
Dave groans as you unzip his jeans, his mind reeling from the fact that you called his cock big. He didn't think he would ever hear a girl tell him that, and now here you are, looking up with your heart shaped pupils as if Dave's the sexiest man around.
Truth is, you do think he's quite sexy. Sure, he's obviously a comic book nerd, that much was sure from one look at his room. But, those big blue eyes and that sweetheart, shy smile were quite charming. You're honestly surprised that no one else has already used this boy up. Oh well, more of his fat cock for you.
You watch as it flops out, and you're even more surprised by how big and girthy it is when it's been unleashed from his jeans. You stare up at him with lustful, glowing eyes, taking his cock slowly in your hands, and for a moment you think he might just cum from that. As you continue to slowly stroke his cock, you can sense how horny he is, and are surprised by the level. Maybe he will make an acceptable sex partner after all. You haven't found someone who can keep up with you yet, at least not enough for you to visit more than once.
You slowly slide his jeans and underwear down, his mess of curls at the base of his cock meeting your hand as you fully stroke him. He leans his head back, his eyes scrunched up from trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. You bite your lip, ready to give his cock a taste.
Your warm mouth engulfs the tip of Dave's cock, filling up more of your mouth than you imagined. Dave moans out from the sudden warmth, and his hips gently buck for more as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock gently, teasing him. You feel his cock begin to leak, even after such little contact, and you lap it up happily, feeling the sexual energy begin to energize you.
"P-please..." Dave barely gets out as you continue to tease. "I can't take much more,"
You look up at him, taking your mouth off and giving him a breather. You flip over, so your breasts are facing him, and open your mouth as your head dangles gently off the bed.
"Fuck my mouth, Dave..." You command, and it doesn't take anything else for Dave to nod and listen.
He gently places his cock in your mouth, slowly rocking his hips in, going shallowly in and out. You reach a hand between your own legs, feeling your wetness from the outside of your bikini, and placing with your pussy on top of it. You reach a hand up to his thigh and without warning to him, push, making his cock dive deep into your throat.
His muscles tense and he let's out a loud whimper, not moving because he knows he will burst in your mouth right now if he does. You enjoy the feeling of your throat being so full, feeling his cock twitching and aching to cum in there. You feel him slowly begin to move again, taking deeper and deeper thrusts with the help of your guiding hand. You feel a bit surprised by his sudden boldness when he reaches down, and grabs a handful of your tits. You're moaning along, happy he is getting the hang of this.
You take his cock with ease, that's what you were made for after all, but that doesn't stop how horny it makes you to have a throat full of such a big cock like his. You love the way it chokes you when he dips in as deep as he can go, your spit slipping down the sides of your mouth. The feeling of being used in such a way as your pussy tingling, and you can't wait to have Dave's fat cock fill you up there too.
"Fuck...I'm so close to cumming..." You hear him whisper, and you're not worried at all that he will cum so quickly. You're a demon, after all, you have your ways of getting a cock hard again, and you don't plan on letting Dave go on only a fifteen minute throat fuck.
Dave can hardly believe how good this feels. Or the fact that he, someone who no other girl would even look at because he's such a shy nerd, gets to fuck someone like you. He feels so powerful right now too, being able to fuck you in throat, and no matter how much he tests how hard he can go, you take it with ease. His hands play with your breasts, and he slips a hand under the fabric of your bikini. He's surprised to find your nipples are pierced, but the idea turns him on even more. He softly twists them, earning him a moan from you every time, which only goes directly to his cock. He isn't sure how much longer he can hold it. He wants to explore so much more of your body, but he needs to cum so badly it hurts.
You feel Dave's cock swell in your throat, and you're sure he can see the lump he's leaving from the outside. He shudders as he tries to drag this out, attempting to save himself for more of your body, but he knows he can't stop himself. Dave cuts off one of your pretty little moans by jolting his cock hard and fast deep into your throat, spilling over and filling you up. You can barely breathe, and the hot liquid tries to choke you, but you're no amateur. You happily swallow all of Dave's seed as it twitches out inside of you.
Dave carefully pulls his cock from your throat, and your smile up at him, cum slipping down the side of your mouth. You use a hand to quickly get it in your mouth, his sexual essence most powerful there. Dave watches as your eyes glow a bit more strongly after swallowing so much cum.
"You really did suck the life out of me, huh..." Dave says wearily, feeling the effects of your succubus powers.
You sit up and smile, nodding to his question. You feel the energy making you more awake, but you're still hungry for him.
Dave sits on the bed next to you and you lean into him. You let your hands pull off his shirt, and explore his body, your kisses to his neck, biting and sucking softly.
"I'm not sure I can..." Dave begins, but when your hand reaches down to touch his cock, he's surprised at how easy he gets hard again. You giggle into his neck, his curls tickling your face.
"How did you..." He asks, his voice full of wanton.
"A perk of spending the night with a succubi," you whisper into his ear. "Is that were finished, when I say were finished..."
Dave feels your voice against his ear, and he shudders, a chill from how good it feels to be touched by your taking over his body.
"Tell me Dave, what else would you like tonight?" You whisper as you stroke his cock back to life.
"I um..." Dave's cheeks heat up as he thinks about one of his biggest fantasies, the feeling of you stroking him not helping to keep his mind straight. "I actually...would love if you would let me eat you out..."
Dave whimpers out his request, and you're surprised the second time tonight. Most men that summon you can only think of themselves, but you're turned on by the fact that Dave seems to love giving just as much as he likes receiving.
You pull him back with you, laying onto your back, and letting Dave get in between your legs. You keep his head by yours so you can kiss those big, luscious lips of his, and he happily receives them. You guide him down your neck, to your breasts where you let his mouth explore for a while. You arch your back into him, your tits so sensitive to his touch. Dave sucks on them, pulling them together even and getting both nipples in his mouth. He remembers seeing that in a porn flick once, and he gets ever harder as he realizes how good it feels to do so. What feels the best right now, is hearing your moans as he pleases you. Dave's always loved the idea of giving, of making you feel so good, and the fact that it's him who's able to please a woman turns him on the most. He wonders what other moves he can try on you.
Finally he slips his head between your juicy thighs, taking both and squeezing them, pushing your legs against his face. You see what he wants and laugh a little, putting more pressure to smush his head between your thighs. He seems to love the feeling, and when you release him, he looks up at you with such love and lust in his eyes. You pull your tiny bikini, now soaked with your wetness, to the side, and let Dave get a good look at your cute little pussy.
"God, you look so gorgeous..." He whispers, not realizing he's thinking his thoughts out loud. He's already so intoxicated by you, and he wonders how much of it is natural and how much of it is your demonic influence. Then he looks into your cute eyes and he doesn't care.
He leans in, inhaling your scent before lapping up your pussy with a flat tongue. He already loves how you taste, and while he's surprised by the taste as it is his first time, he also finds it so strangely enjoyable. He picks up the pace, your breathing changing with it, and you give him praise while he gives you head.
"You're such a good boy for me, Dave..." And suddenly, Dave feels as if he's doing what he's supposed to. He loves being praised for doing such a good job, and he had no idea that your soft whimpers and approval were so poignant. He takes your thighs and pulls you into himself, his mouth working harder to make you feel good.
He tries to remember techniques he had, of course, searched for. He didn't know when he might need to know how to eat pussy, so he tried searching various reddits and wikihows to make sure he would do a good job. He swirls his tongue around your clit, and teases it the way you teased his cock. You enjoy the feeling, loving how he explores what feels good for you, and how he listens to your commands and moans to do just that.
Dave laps up all of your pussy, exploring more than just your clit, and looking up at you with his big blues pussy drunk. He remembers one tip, and tries it, putting his whole mouth over your clit and sucking. You moan out, arching your back into him and gripping his curls. He can't believe how good it feels to have his hair gripped like that, and soon enough your bobbing his head in the perfect motion, using his mouth up to your liking.
Dave's glasses begin fogging over and getting in the way, so between breaths he plucks them off and tosses them away, uncaring what happens to them. He's too busy with the euphoria you're giving him. He feels his cock against the bed, so hard. He is practically humping the bed to get some friction down there while his head keeps in time with the motions you guide. You feel yourself getting closer and closer.
"Put your fingers inside me, Dave..." You command with a husky voice, and Dave doesn't hesitate.
He wets his fingers by licking the first two, and slowly plays with your hole, easing himself inside of you. He can't believe how warm it is, and he slowly curls them like he read about. You moan out, his fingers are so long and thick.
"More..." You breathe. "Harder..."
Dave complies, giving you anything you ask for, completely taken by your spell, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel him finally hit that perfect spot inside you, and you practically scream out.
"Yes! Right there, right there!" You whine, your legs shaking and your hands a mess in his curls. Dave doesn't let up, and instead brings you over the edge, letting you buck into his face and hand.
He watches as you come for him, whining out his name, and he feels as if he may just cum himself against the bed. He only pulls up and stops when you tell him to, looking up at you, breathless and lips wet. He looks dazed and satisfied with himself, and you look at him with a similar expression. Your eyes glow and take in the experience, and soon enough you're already aching for his cock again.
Dave can hardly stand it himself, all of his thoughts are on how badly he needs to finish fucking you. He doesn't wait to see what you do next, he feels way too primal to do so. Instead, in his sex drunken state, he moves up, bringing his cock to meet your pussy. He taps it in your wetness, before playing with your folds, making you bite your lip with want.
"Fuck me, Dave..." You whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull him in.
Dave doesn't need to be told twice. He slips his cock down, your pussy wet and like satin, smoothly and slowly pressing himself inside of you. You can take his cock, but that doesn't mean you can't feel his girth stretching you and his length filling you to the brim. Dave settles his cock into the warmth of your pussy and for a second he wonders if this is what heaven feels like.
He thinks to take it slow, but when he looks up at your eyes, he knows. He slips back out slowly, almost pulling all the way out, before pounding back in with force, testing out how hard he's allowed to fuck you. Turns out, you like it pretty damn hard. Soon enough, he's fucking your tight little cunt so hard your tits are bouncing uncontrollably, and your moans are reverberating off the walls. Dave's very happy he's the only one home right now, but he's sure at this point even the neighbors know.
Dave get's caught up in the moment, and grips your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He pull you up so his cock angles so he can go deep, savoring the way your pussy holds him so firmly. He doesn't know what overcomes him, but he pulls out for a minute, and with strength he didn't know he had, he flips you over. He grabs a handful of your juicy ass, before giving it a slap, and diving right back in.
Your tail flicking with delight as he fucks you from behind, and soon enough he's grabbing a hold of that too, holding it at the thicker base and using it to keep you right where he wants you. Dave fucks you like the dirty cumslut you are, and you love every minute of it. You're panting and looking back at him with eyes that soak up every stroke, enjoying how delicious his sexual energy tastes. You wonder how a succubi could get so lucky as to find suck pure virgin nerdy dick like this. You don't think you can go back to being pleasured by just anyone.
Dave feels you tightening around him, your hand slipping underneath you to find your needy clit, rubbing frantically now to get off.
"You like when I pound you with this cock?" Dave has no idea what has possessed him to say such a thing, usually he's so shy, but right now, he can't help but to dominate you.
"Yes!" You respond, happy to switch roles however your dorky lover wants. "Please fill my pussy up, I need it..."
Dave gets closer and closer as you beg to be his cumdumpster, and you feel yourself beginning to cum again yourself. You feel your muscles stiffen, and your moans get away from you as you cum. Dave can't take it anymore, not with your cunt spasming and tightening all over his cock. He fills you up with his own groan, pounding his cum deeper and deeper with every stroke.
You feel yourself being so full, of Dave's cum, cock, and essence. You look back at him, completely taken away by how good of a fuck he is. When Dave is finished filling you up, he pulls out, carefully. His breaths hard and his body sweaty. He can't help himself, he falls next to you and pulls you close, spooning him from behind.
After the two of you finally settle down, enjoying the silence and the way each others body feels, Dave speaks.
"Not at all what I was expecting for my first time..." His voice is sleepy and deep, sending butterflies into your stomach.
"And what if we did it again sometime...?" You say tentatively, biting your lip.
"Really?" Dave doesn't know what to say, he had no idea that it was possible to see you again.
"You might just become my main meal, if you want to be." You tease and Dave snuggles into your neck.
"Hmm...I think I would like that..." He can hardly keep his eyes open, all the energy having been drained from him.
He gently holds you close, one hand softly thumbing your horns and petting your hair. You usually don't stay this long, but for some reason, you're really enjoying this. You allow your body's exhaustion to take over, relaxing into his arms. Soon enough Dave slips into the best slumber he's ever had, and you follow him.
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luvyeni · 6 months
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❛HOT N’ COLD❜ ( o. shotaro )
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p. ghostface!shotaro x fem!reader w. 2k+
warnings? stalking, minor character death, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding link
— 𖦹 ( after years of running from him he finally caught up to you ) !
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‘this couldn’t be happening’ was all you thought as you listened to the radio on the way back from your job. “convicted serial killer , osaki shotaro broke out of prison earlier this evening.” you couldn’t believe your ears , how the fuck did he manage to get away. ‘i thought i got away’ you sped on the gas all the way home.
“(name) , calm down.” your friend tried to calm you down. “if he was smart enough he would stay here. he’s probably on his way to canada or something.” she didn’t know him like you did , when he wanted something, he got it.
“it’s been 4 years (name) , no more running.” she said , you sighed , she was right. you had moved a total of 3 times in the past few years , every time he’d find your new address, sending you a letter , declaring his love for you , and you were tired , you wanted to settle down. “he’s gone.”
she suggested you take a hot shower to relax yourself. “relax and eat all the junk you want.” she said before hanging up , you decided to listen – what’s the worst that could happen.
After finishing your shower – which was actually pretty relaxing , you wrapped the warm towel around your body , stepping out of the shower , grabbing your phone to turn off the music you were playing from the speaker. “huh?”
you were confused , your friend knew you were in the shower and your phone would be on do not disturb , so why would they try and call , 6 times at that. you pressed her number , waiting for her to pick up , it finally answered after a few rings. “i told you i'd be in the shower , why’d you call so much?”
first there was heavy breathing. “(friends name)?” there was a small gasp , then a giggle. “(friends name) , this is not funny.” you sat your phone down , putting on your underwear and a random sweatshirt you found. “what a shame baby.” That voice stopped you dead in your tracks. “i thought you would’ve remembered my laugh , i remembered everything about you.” your body froze up.
“sh-shotaro?” you stuttered. “eh? What happened to taro baby , you know i used to love when you called me that." he giggled once again. “shotaro , where is (friends name? what did you do to her.” He kissed his teeth. “see that’s why I should’ve killed her four years ago , she was always trying to get in between our love.” He said. “don’t worry , she won’t be bothering us anymore.”
his laughter sent shivers down your spine. “where is she!” you yelled. “i killed her baby , duh.” He said so casually. “she is such a screamer.” you gasped as he explained. “i got admit , it was fun , stabbing her , finally watching the life leave her eyes.” tears flowed down your cheeks. “don’t cry baby , the good news is , right before she died , she was so kind as to give me your address.”
fear set in your stomach , running to your room , closing and locking the door. “baby you know locking the door isn’t gonna stop me.” you were confused , how did he know unless. “you’re in my house.”
“such a smart baby.” he said. “it was so easy to , out anniversary date , as usual.” you should’ve changed it , but you it was the only set of numbers you could remember besides your birthday. You were pleading with him sobbing. “pl-please just go , i wont tell anybody , if you just go.”
“i can’t do that baby , not after I dreamt of this day for 4 years.” he said. “we broke up shotaro , please it’s over.” you cried , grabbing the small knife from your nightstand. “where are you , huh?” you said. “how long will you keep this up!”
“baby if you want me so bad , come find me.” he said. “im not stupid.” his giggles pissing you off. “shut the fuck up!” he stopped laughing. “talk to me like that again , and i kill your family.” His attitude switching from normal to dark , back to normal. “now come out like a good girl and play , if not i go to your parents house.”
“no please.” you opened the door. “look I did it , please just go now.” He tsked. “now come find me.” he said. “where are you?” you gritted your teeth. “that’s not how this works love , you have to play right to get your reward.” he said. “if you try to leave i'll know baby.”
you made your way into the kitchen. “you’re so cold baby , but i can see you now , and you look just as beautiful as ever , that sweatshirt isn’t really hiding much.” You wished you would’ve never gotten those cameras now , but in the moment they seemed to be a good idea.
“ooh baby.” he taunted , “you’re getting warmer.” he said as you turned back to make your way into your room , you turned to the closet. “bingo.” he said. “you’re so hot.” you slowly walking up to the closet. “are you gonna open it?” he questioned , as you reached for the door , opening it ready to swing the knife. “w-what.”
he was giggling again. “jesus baby.” he said through laughter. “maybe you are dumb , you really think i'd tell you where i am that easy.” you could barely see through it tears. “don’t cry baby , you’ll see me soon enough.”
“i can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” he said. “it’s been so long , but i haven’t forgotten the way you smelled , i see you still use that soap i bought you.” you turned to the bathroom , the door was closed – you never closed the door after a shower. “you’re in the bathroom.”
“am i?” he questioned. “how about you check.” you were done with his teasing , running back to your room , closing and locking the door. “oh , are you being a brat baby?” he said. “i'm done.” your voice was shaky. “im done with your games.” The phone hung up. “hello?”
“really baby?” your heart sank. “cause it seems like you fell right into my trap.” There he stood behind you , after four years you’ve finally came face to face with the guy in the mask who struck so much fear in your heart for the past 4 years. “sh-shotaro.”
you look to the door , trying to make a run for it , but he was quicker , grabbing your wrist , forcing the knife out your hand. “please.” you begged. “please don’t kill me.” he let your arm go , holding the knife to your throat , keeping you in place.
he took the mask off , blood splattered still on it. “you know i will never harm you baby.” he said , his face still had that soft inviting look that he had before he became this monster that stands before you. “but you have to be a good girl.”
“w-what do you want?” his eyes went down your body , then back to your eyes , smirking , dropping the knife , letting you breath a bit. “you baby , that’s all i ever wanted was you.” he said. “you’re a murder!” You shouted. “you’ve killed many people.”
“that doesn’t change anything does it?” he said. “w-what?” you stuttered. “in all of the four years you’ve never moved too far away from me.” he started. “look around baby , you’ve kept things from our relationship , you still use things I bought for you.” you remembered him pointing out the soap , he always bought you that.
“that doesn’t even mean anything , i did love you along time ago.” you said. “a long time ago eh?” he said backing you against the wall. “then tell me you don’t love me anymore.” he said. “tell me you don’t miss me anymore.”
you were speechless , he was so close. “you can’t can you?” he grabbed your cheeks , forcing you to look at him. “because you still love me.” his hands travelled down from your waist down to your ass. “sh-shotaro.” he shut you up with a kiss.
this was wrong , you should’ve pushed him off , he was dangerous – he killed your bestfriend for gods sake , he could still kill you. “you know you want this.” he kissed against your neck. “you even dressed up so pretty for me.” he played with ends of the sweatshirt. “you even kept my sweatshirt.”
he picked you up , throwing you on the bed , hovering over you. “never forgotten the way how wet you got for me.” he pressed down on your clothed clit. “sh-shit.” you moaned and he smirked. “there you go , moan for me.” he rubbed your clit harder. “you want my fingers?”
he pulled your underwear to the side , pushing his fingers inside you. “fuck taro.” he roughly fucked your hole , pulling moan after moan out of you. “so fucking wet , can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” his cock was straining against his bloodstained pants , begging to be freed.
“t-taro.” your back arched off the bed. “i-i'm gonna cum.” he curled his fingers , you screamed in pleasure. “im cumming!”
He fingered you through your orgasm , pulling his fingers out , tapping your face. “open.” he forced his fingers in your mouth , groaning as you tasted yourself. “good girl.” he put his fingers that were covered in your spit and juices , wrapping his plump lips around them. “so sweet.”
he stood off the bed , undoing his pants , letting them hit the floor , along with his underwear , before getting back on your bed , slotting himself in between your legs. he pulled your panties down. “such a pretty pussy.” you moaned , as his tip kissed your clenching hole. “t-taro , please fuck me.”
he didn’t easing himself inside you , slamming himself inside you , making you scream. “fuck baby.” he groaned. “so fucking tight , when was the last time anyone has fucked you?” truth is , he was the last time you had sex , you were too busy running to settle down , or even a one night stand. “f-four y-years.”
“four years.” he chuckled. “baby the last time you had sex was with me.” he sped up. “you basically saved yourself for me.” he grunted. “you knew only i could fuck this sweet cunt good enough to make you scream.” he abused your poor cunt.
“that’s it scream for me.” he wrapped his hand around your throat. “such a whore for me , i killed your bestfriend , her blood is still on me , and here you moaning for me like a slut.” he growled. “you’re just a sick as i am.”
you weren’t gonna last long with the way he handled your body , fucking you at a inhumane pace , your brain a little foggy due to lack of oxygen. “look at you , so dumb for me.”
“g-gonna cum.” you managed to get out. “yeah? gonna cum for me , cum all over my cock.” you nodded. “well go ahead , so i can breed your cunt , give you a kid to remind you of who you belong to.” he thrusted up , hitting that spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head , clenching around him , cumming.
“fuck , shit in gonna cum -fuck- gonna fill you up.” he moaned out before you felt the warmth of his seed spilling into your pussy. “fuck , take my cum.” he pressed his hips against yours , emptying himself inside you.
he stayed inside you , kissing your neck. “gonna run away.” he said. “somewhere really far where they’ll never find me.” he finally pulled out. “gonna take you with me.” He watched the cum leak out of you , scooping it up , pushing it back in. “start a family with you.” He kissed your forehead.
“and i'll kill anyone who tries to get in my way.”
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©LUVYENI
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barbiedragon · 23 days
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Duke Leto Atreides NSFW Alphabet
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(I'm dipping my toe into the Dune fandom)
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Leto loves to have his partner rest on his chest after sex, stroking their body as they come down from a post-coital high. Will ensure both he and his partner are cleaned after
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He’s a big, big, big ass man. Loves to squeeze and slap the area, delighting in the squeals of his partner. He’s proud of his entire physique but will get a special shiver when his partner wraps their fingers around his biceps. Also enjoys his partner running their fingers through his hair
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Doesn’t mind if things get a bit messy. Loves to pump his partner full, and watching it leak out, will finish down their throat or splatter their chest/tits.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Adores the sight of his partner on their knees for him, especially if they are wearing a collar
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Prides himself in his experience. He absolutely knows what he’s doing
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy style, lotus, reverse cowgirl/cowgirl, flatiron
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Tends to take the moment seriously, not an overly humorous man in general
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Keeps himself trimmed so it’s not too wild but prefers to keep it natural (i.e. the beard) 
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Leto is a fan of a snuggle after, making sure to tend to his partner
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
On occasion will engage if he’s feeling particularly stressed, prefers the company of his partner or concubine 
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Daddy kink, impact play, breeding, hair pulling, breeding, creampie, edging, overstimming
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Prefers his more intense trysts to remain in the privacy of his bedroom, but for a quickie or a fun time, he can be coaxed into exploring locations outside or various areas of his lodgings. Does enjoy bending his partner over a table to fuck them
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When he’s riding the high of feeling respected in his position and being acknowledged. A flirty look from his partner will usually send a stirring through him
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Not a big fan of putting himself in a submissive position, not into scat or piss
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Absolutely loves to receive and enjoys watching his partner deep-throat his cock. Though he is skilled at giving, loves the sound of his partner falling apart against his tongue
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on his mood, he enjoys both. When taking his time, he loves to trace his tongue and mouth various parts of his partner, making it feel very sensual
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Is up for a cheeky little quickie every now and then
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Is an adventurous man and is very open to experimenting
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Leto can last a few rounds, needing some time in between to recover
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He has a nice collection to use on his partner for impact play: paddles, canes, crops, and floggers. Enjoys the sight of his partners in padded leather cuffs and a bar of stainless steel between their teeth
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He certainly doesn’t like to be teased, but he gets satisfaction in riling his partner up and then denying them
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Has a tendency to grunt, but not a screamer
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
When he’s feeling in a particularly dominant mood, will order his concubine to straddle his thigh. He will place his hands on their hips, controlling their movements as they leave slick behind on his warm skin 
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Unless he’s in full dress or working, prefers to go without. Prefers to sleep in the nude
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Fairly high. He doesn’t crave it constantly but will always be in the mood when the time strikes 
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He stays awake for a bit after, enjoying a late-night talk with his partner if they are also awake
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prodbymaui · 10 months
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To See Is To Not Believe
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let a hoe know, I ain't motherfuckin' sharing
PAIRING: lee donghyuck x fem!reader
GENRE: bad boy's good girl
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
WARNINGS: possessive behavior, murder, alcohol consumption, mention of drugs, sexual harassment (not from dh), misogyny and brief homophobia (not from dh as well), choking kink, cum eating, reader is blinded by love, ex-convict!donghyuck
SYNOPSIS: A man tried to force himself on you and your boyfriend didn't liked that one bit.
A/N: Big emphasis on reader being blinded by love!! A massive portion of this fic will contain sexual harassment scene so please be cautious, it ends when the intruder comes in. With that being said, enjoy reading!
Don't like, don't read.
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DEPICTION ≠ ENDORSEMENT
Red, blue, purple.
Those are the lights that illuminate the whole club. Together with the loud blasting music and people endlessly chattering, they create a high tension vibe that gets anyone on their tippy toes, dancing carelessly as they drink to their limits. It's amusing how these people find solace in a chaotic environment.
Roaming your eyes, your lips purses around the end of the glass as you sip your 3rd Cape Codder of the night, grimacing at the faint bitter taste coming from the vodka. You're not much of a drinker, hence opting to tend your throat and stomach with fruity or sweet cocktails. Non-alcoholic drinks are off the list as you don't want to miss the fun of getting tipsy.
You flinch when an arm settles on the back of the chair you're sitting on. A man around his late 30s clad in a black tank top and baggy pants is the culprit. ''Are you alone? You are, aren't you? Did your friends leave you? That's too bad– maybe I can be your temporary friend for now. I promise I'm one hell of a good one.''
He leans forward, making you frown in disgust at the foul smell emitting from him. Ugly, bad fashion taste, pervert, and fucking stinky. When God precipitated a rain of misfortunes, you bet he was fucking swimming during that moment. It's so bad that you have to scoot away from the man, not wanting his scent to stick on you.
''Aww, come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that.''
''I-I have.. I'm with someone.'' Your eyes shake, looking around in hopes of catching even the mere shadow of your boyfriend who informed you he'll be meeting his friends roughly 15 minutes ago. There's none.
''Uh-huh, and where are they? Nadda. Gone. Like a fucking demonic ghost when presented a crucifix.'' The man rumbles a laugh as if what he said is the best joke one ever heard about. You don't find it funny though.
Just as his hand is reaching to touch your face, your body reacts faster than your brain can. The shocked and angry face of the man was the last thing you saw before you stood up and headed towards the bathroom, chewing on your lower lip as you remember the forming red mark on the side of his face. You enter one of the cubicles, only to come out minutes later when you realize you don't even feel like such substances desire to leave your body.
Playing with the water running from the faucet in an attempt to take your mind off the event that took place earlier, you hum. Said water splashes everywhere on the counter when the familiar voice echoes the whole bathroom, sweaty and sticky limbs clinging around you, trapping you. This is fucking awful.
Instinctively, you move to flee. ''Ge-get off of me! Stop! I don't like you! Stop, you're disgusting! Get your hands off of me, I have a boyfriend!'' Tears prick your eyes.
''Hmm, you know.. I actually like screamers. Though, preferably if they are screaming my name out of pleasure.''
Pleasure? Is this man deranged and delusional? 
''I only scream for one man and that's my boyfriend!'' Your slap resonates the whole entirety of the restroom.
He forces out a chuckle, gripping your waist. ''I don't like how you run that mouth. Shouldn't whores like you only opens their mouth to take a man's dick?''
Your vision diverts to the door steps away from where you stand, frustration taking over you when it appears to be locked. Attempts of fighting against the muscled arms remain futile. You yelp when the man tries to rip your pants apart, failing due to the stubborn belt that you borrowed from Donghyuck.
''Fucking..'' The man transfers you to the wall, pinning you there with a tight grip on your hair. He tsks, annoyed at your constant kicks and flails. Once again, he tugs on your belt, successfully pulling it off of you when the fabric rips apart because of the amount of strength.
Right before he manages to force his hand inside your pants, his movements come to a halt but not yours, his momentum disturbed abruptly by the sudden opening of the door.
''How the fuck..?'' As far as he can remember, he certainly locked that door. ''Hey kid! Go take a piss somewhere else. Can't you see I'm busy with my girlfriend here?'' 
You get to see who he is talking to you, tears finally escape your eye sockets. Whimpering, your act of resistance continues, now desperate. A smirk stretches the intruder's lips yet the slyness underneath it doesn't reach his eyes.
''Are you sure? Your 'girlfriend' doesn't look like she's enjoying it though?''
The man sucks the top of his teeth. ''Just get the fuck out, will you? You know nothing about bdsm, as expected from a fucking child.'' He waves irritably.
''Ah come on, she's clearly against what you're doing. Why don't we do what you want instead? My ass feels exactly like a pussy. You'll be moaning and chanting my name like a fucking mantra, like you're fucking a woman. You would be addicted to my hole, cumming and filling me to the brim before you know it.'' The intruder quirks a brow, wetting his lips.
''The fuck are you on? I'm not gay, you disgusting shit.'' He spits on the other.
''Now, that's not nice. You see, we shouldn't be homophobic. Who are we to care and have a say about who wanna fuck who? And disgusting? Heh.'' Donghyuck tongues his cheek. ''Who's the one about to rape someone right in front of their boyfriend?''
''Uh?''
''That's my girlfriend, you dumbfuck.''
It all happens in a blink of an eye. One second, they're throwing harsh comments back and forth– next second, Donghyuck is already holding the man's face in his hands, bringing it closer to the lower part of his body. Blood drips on the floor as the man suffers from dizziness, courtesy of Donghyuck smashing his nose with his knees. You stand behind the closed door the second you are free from the shackles of that man.
Your boyfriend didn't stop there. Gripping the man's hair just like what he did to you, he bangs it to the nearest wall continuously and with utmost force. Crimson liquid decorates the beige paint but Donghyuck didn't care. He throws the man on the floor, finally sealing a blunt force trauma. He hovers over the man who dared to touch you.
Donghyuck's eyes glints in a way you couldn't interpret. Snatching his belt where it dangles from the countertop, he tilts his head. ''Ah, this one is quite expensive.'' Tapping the man's bloodied cheeks a few times, Donghyuck hums approvingly in seeing him awake, and proceeds to feel the belt on his skin.
''Do you know who I am, fucker? My government's name is Lee Donghyuck. But gangs and inmates call me 'Cross'. Ask me why.'' The man grunts when his face meets Donghyuck's palm.
''W-why..?''
Donghyuck smiles. The belt circles around the man's neck loosely, the other end enters the metal hole but it doesn't get buckled completely.
''You see, Youngjin, I'm actually a devoted follower of God. I believe in Him. So I make those that had wronged me pray to His cross before I take it upon myself to repeal the life that the Lord Jesus Christ had lent them should they be undeserving of second chances.'' Donghyuck holds the end and stands up, resulting in the belt to tighten itself on the man, choking him. He steps on the area where his head and collarbone meet. How your boyfriend knew the man's name, you don't know.
Crouching, the weight and the pain of Donghyuck's heels digging on Youngji's throat doubles. ''You might be wondering,'' Youngji isn't but he's not at the advantage to tell Donghyuck that. ''Why do gangs and inmates know me? What is my correlation with them? Surprise, motherfucker! I'm an ex-convict! Jailed for a year at South Korea's most notorious prison, got caught smuggling drugs. It should've been five years but money makes the world go round and connections greases the axle. Would've gotten much longer years if they knew the number of people I've slaughtered, possibly a life imprisonment–  thank God, they didn't, right?''
Youngji gasps for air, and Donghyuck chuckles at him.
''Uh.. does it hurt?'' Youngji struggles to form an answer, fingers clawing to get the belt off. ''Oh how insensitive of me, why did I even ask you that question? Pardon me, I tend to forget someone's handicap often. My mama once warned me to be careful around people, I don't doubt she'll be scolding me in heaven if she happens to know my slip ups. May she rest in peace.'' He pats the gargling man's face.
Donghyuck then proceeds to drag Youngji by his shirt towards one of the cubicles, the red-skinned man takes this as an opportunity to fill his lungs with oxygen once again as he quickly crawls out of Donghyuck's clutch when the man isn't looking. Unfortunately, this only earns him another torment as Donghyuck tugs his figure forcefully by the belt acting as his leash.
''Now, don't walk out on me.'' Donghyuck grasps him, tightening his knuckles. ''I mentioned that I'm a believer of God, didn't I? Being a follower and believing in Him comes with the responsibility of spreading His words and wisdom. Of course, it isn't a responsibility but you get what I mean. Say.. Are you religious, Youngji-ssi?''
Whatever his answer is, there'll surely be dangerous outcomes. But Youngji doesn't have a choice. If he cooperates, maybe then the haywire in front of him will spare his life.
''No? Ah, that's fine. I just want to let you know that not having an official position in the Catholic realm doesn't mean my faith in Him isn't as strong as those that have one. Prison life requires us to go on mandatory praying every 6pm, it strengthened my faith in Him and He became my anchor during those dark times. I may not be a priest but allow me to reintroduce you, my brother, to Our Lord Jesus Christ.'' His hand stretches for the bidet. He grips the sides of Youngji's jaw to force it open.
''Lord God, our heavenly Father, we thank you for your great goodness, in calling us to know you and to put our trust in you. Increase this knowledge and strengthen our faith. Give your Holy Spirit to this person, that he may be born again and made an heir of everlasting salvation; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.'' Donghyuck closes his eyes and does the sign of the cross. ''Amen.''
Youngji helplessly gags as the seemingly endless clear liquid penetrates his mouth harshly and uninterruptedly, clogging his lungs and his stomach bloating until he can almost feel how it will explode any time soon. Youngji tries to fight it off yet fails because of the weight sitting on his chest. He thrashes, he chokes, he swings his arms. There's pain and aches everywhere until there isn't.
Eyes wide open and water spilling out of his mouth. Donghyuck only stops pressing on the bidet's button when Youngji lays on the floor, unmoving.
Wordlessly, hand rests on your back, leading you out of the bathroom. On your way out, Donghyuck sends a short signal to Yang Jungwon, a member of his gang. And the man, together with Zhong Chenle, makes their way towards where you were previously. Arms clasps secured around Donghyuck's waist, you both zoom away from the bar and arrive at your shared penthouse in no time.
As soon as the comforting ambiance of your bedroom engulfs you, you head to take a bath and wash off any remains of that man on your skin. It didn't take long. Soon, you stand before the mirror, observing the little gashes that stung as soap makes contact with them during the shower while you dry your hair.
Finishing this time, Donghyuck comes up behind you, a towel covering the lower part of his body. You look at him through the reflection, watching his movements. And then your eyes meet his. There lies an undeniable sharp gaze.
He strides towards you and tugs you to a hug, burying his head at your neck and inhaling your scent. Small kisses spread on the vast area where your neck and jaw connect, traveling down to your shoulders before going back where they previously were.
''You let him touch you.'' Donghyuck whispers.
The towel stops rubbing on your strands, confused sound emitting from you.
''You let him touch you,'' he repeats, ''Because I wasn't there to tend to your needs. Tell me, are you getting tired of me that you resort to letting some random fucking man to touch you in places that I am the only one allowed to? Is the greediness inside you?''
It's not. Never did you let that man touch you inappropriately. Never did you willingly enter his arms. Donghyuck witnessed the way you fought against that man, for goodness' sake. Why would he think you'll succumb to anyone other than him?
It should've irked you but it didn't. The voices in your head say all of those words are a result of such love that he has for you, a result of fear losing you. Something tells you that he's afraid that you'll slip out of his arms and fall out of love, that he just can't afford to lose the woman he loves, and you choose to listen.
Donghyuck loves and treasures you that he's gone bat shit paranoid and crazy.
''I didn't let him touch me. It was non-consent.''
''You should've pulled away.'' He's right.
''I did, but he followed me there.''
''You should've called me.'' Donghyuck's right again.
''My phone was in my bag.''
''You should've left the second he sat beside you.'' For the third time, he's right again. Your replies aren't mere responses but excuses as to why you didn't do those things to avoid Youngji.
Guilt starts to eat you up. ''I was too deep in my thoughts to notice him. Look– I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Hyuck. I should've stood up when I saw him. I shouldn't have gone to that restroom. I shouldn't have sat where he could sit beside me. I shouldn't have looked in his way.''
''He shouldn't have been born.''
''..yes. I hate him, Hyuck. Please help me erase his traces, I don't want anything of him. I only want you.. please.''
Donghyuck smiles, so enchantingly that you fall in love once again. The sudden change of his behavior makes you shiver. Nonetheless, you didn't question it. This is your boyfriend you're talking about, what kind of lover will you be if you dare to speak ill or question his actions?
Wordlessly, he turns you around and plants a deep kiss on your lips, wrapping his arm on your waist while the other hand cups the back of your neck. His tongue explores every part and area that he can reach, licking and savoring your taste on his buds.
The way he sucks your lower lip and mixes your saliva with his through pushing his pink muscle inside your mouth is so addicting that you don't need any drugs no more to get high. Donghyuck's calloused hands spin you around. You face your own reflection again, there you watch as the hand makes its way to the area that soaks for Donghyuck.
He licks the line of your ear and orders, ''Watch.''
Jaws slacking open, a gasp escapes past your lips as Donghyuck wastes no time inserting two fingers in your hole, uncaring if there's sting or pain inflicted on you. Patience is a prize and Donghyuck is no winner. Moans starts to spill out of you when he plunges his digits continuously, merciless as he wiggles it in search of your spongey spot.
''Ah ah ah! Fuck– God, Hyuck–!''
His chest rumbles in chuckles. ''We don't use His name in vain, my darling.''
Two becomes three, and three turns into four. You tremble in Donghyuck's hold, eyes rolling back at the pads of fingers accurately jabbing your spot without a stop, giving you not even a second to breathe. 
Donghyuck tsks disapprovingly, squeezing your throat that lies on his grip. ''I said, watch.''
Albeit having a hard time due to the overwhelming pleasure coming from the mind-numbing pace of Donghyuck's fingers, your eyes flicker, forcing themselves to look down where your boyfriend assaults your pussy. The slick is visible, his palms glistening everytime it is hit by the light emitting from the lampshade at the side of your bed.
It is so fucking obscene– the visual, the sounds, and fuck, the motherfucking drool trickling down your body. It is all too much. Words wouldn't be able to suffice how the scissoring movements inside your soaping wet pussy sends an electrifying feeling down on every fiber of your body.
''Oh, shit! Shit shit– it's so good, fuck! I'm gonna come– ah, I'm gonna come–''
Kissing your jaw, Donghyuck watches you fall apart in his hands. Legs folding, eyes rolling hard to the back of your head, hand gripping his wrist, and mouth wide open to a scream as your walls clenches down on his fingers.
Donghyuck presses his lips at the side of your head. ''That's right. There we go. That's a good girl.'' He pulls out his fingers, sucking on them all the while keeping his eyes where you sit on the floor, tired and spent.
Donghyuck feasts on your cum a little more, scooping the substance and licking it before doing it again until there's none left. He wipes his saliva on his towel, nudging your legs and body to an on fours position. With a single tug, the towel falls off his body as if on cue. Then he walks off to grab something, right hand busy stroking his cock up and down.
When he comes back, a non-pleasant cloud of smoke follows him. Donghyuck kneels behind you, smirking as you present yourself to him, stark naked. He didn't have to order you, you've done it yourself.
Spitting on his palm, Donghyuck tugs his length a few times more, bringing the tip to the valley of your pussy, rubbing it so he could slick the crown of his dick. He takes a long drag of the cigarette, his lungs greets the cancerous chemicals like an old friend, welcoming. 
One smooth slide (and maybe some desperate whines from you) is all it takes for Donghyuck to be fully wrapped of your velvety walls, twitching and ready to fuck you to oblivion. And so fuck you to oblivion  he did, without preparation nor build up of pace.
''Oooh! Oh shit! Please fuck me– so good, so good, Hyuck! Fuck me, please–''
''Ah.. fuck.'' Donghyuck closes his eyes, throwing his head back, taking another inhale of the cigar. His hips resume to snap, skin-slapping sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. Donghyuck contributes another sound by delivering a hit on your ass cheek.
He leans forward, placing his lips right at your ear, free hand settling on your throat as he grumbles. ''You like that, huh? You like the feeling of my cock going in and out of your fucking hole? Fuck, this pussy is so good I might consider quitting doing anything else and just fuck you every damn time of the day. Would you like that, darling? My dick will be inside of you whatever part of the day it is– morning, afternoon, evening. I will fucking fill you up to the brim that pregnancy would be a fucking fool not to show up. Your stomach will bloat because of how much cum you have in this tight little fucking pussy. Tell me, darling, do you like that?''
The pathetic whines and desperate hands searching for anything to grab is more than enough as an answer for Donghyuck. Pulling away from your back to chest position, Donghyuck props one foot to the floor, angling his hips. His laughter resonates in the room as you thrash.
''Yes! Yes yes yes– oh my God! It's so good, fuuuck! Yes, so good! Ooh, why is it so good? I-I'm going crazy, shit!''
He smacks your ass again, a smile dawning on his face as he enjoys the way you nonsensically ramble, it fuels the pride inside him. Donghyuck taps the cigar on your back, the ashes with heat yet to dwindle, falling to your skin. It should've hurt but instead, it heightens the pleasure. Your arms give up.
You face the side in order to be able to breathe, legs feeling jelly. It would also give out if not for Donghyuck's grip on your waist. Shutting your eyes tightly, your tongue spills out the same set of words to signal your nearing release.
Taking one last drag, Donghyuck puts out the nicotine stick's flame with a deep press on the floor. If it burns the carpet in any way, who the fuck cares? As long as it doesn't start a damn fire, Donghyuck can buy a dozen more carpets to replace this one.
''Say it, darling. You know what I want to hear.''
''Oh..! Ah ah ah! I-I'm yours. I'm only– fuck– I'm only yours, Hyuck. Shit, I'm gonna come– I'm all yours!''
Grabbing you by a grip on your hair, his hand transfers to your throat and tightens it enough to cause you thrusting back to his cock desperately. The pleasure all together is so fucking mind-boggling, you can't think of anything else other than the monstrous cock thrusting inside you so vigorously. Sucking on your neck, Donghyuck's palm travels down.
His thumb circling around your swollen clit with pressure is what finally triggers your climax. And a few clenches from your pussy, Donghyuck follows right after, his cum spilling out of your hole just like what he promised earlier. He carefully pulls out, watching the way your pussy momentarily catches his tip as if not wanting to let go just yet. Donghyuck looks away before his dick gets fucking hard again.
Scooping you in his arms, Donghyuck lays you on the soft mattress, gently so as to not stir you awake or interrupt you from traveling to dreamland. He's never one to get tired easily but you are. Brushing the strands away from your face, he places a kiss on your forehead before quietly whispering that he'll be preparing a bath for you.
Despite having your eyes closed, you heard it. Maybe, just maybe. Donghyuck is yours just as you are his.
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Kid Leo Au: Fanfic
| Here's the old fic I promised <3 I don't like the way I wrote it so it won't be posted on ao3, but I figured it'd be a fun supplementary reading for the comic! |
CW: Almost death/dying, uh some crying.
Leo couldn't hear or see Krang Prime anymore. A fact that was both comforting and terrifying. 
His body ached, the lack of a distraction making his wounds throb in time with his heartbeat. He tried to mentally note his injuries, to think of how he would have treated them if he ever got home. 
Something in him told him he wouldn't be going home, though. 
And as much as he had been prepared for that….it still made his chest ache.  
He squeezed the picture of his family a little tighter, letting his tears dissolve into space. 
The thought almost made him want to laugh. He hadn't cried like this in so long, who knew all it took was having the shit beat out of him and being left alone in another dimension? That wasn't a good joke. He was pretty sure it wasn't a joke at all, actually. 
That made the internal laughter die off pretty quick. 
It was so..cold. Not cold, but…there was an absence of warmth. If anything, it felt like…nothing. Like he was floating through nothing. 
The silence pierced his ears, the impenetrable ringing making him shake his head - an attempt to make some sort of sound that wasn't swallowed up by the black hole around him. He did it again and again, unable to get rid of the all-consuming silence around him. His ears rang with it - the effect a lot like being trapped in a soundproof room. 
Hell, he preferred the krang shouting at him and beating him into the ground over the silence. At least he didn't feel like he was losing his mind. If he concentrated just so, he could hear his heartbeat. He shivered involuntarily, shaking his head again to try and focus on something - anything, else. 
The silence droned on for several minutes, Leo trying to distract himself from it by reminding himself what it was all for. Who it was all for. He stole a glance at the picture through bleary eyes. It was a good picture. They all looked so happy. 
Leo stifled the remainder of his tears and let out a long sigh. 
He could handle the choking, stifling quiet.  
He could take a little silence before Kraang Prime inevitably wiped him off the face of the Earth. Or -since they weren't exactly on Earth - blipped him out of existence. 
The thought made him feel nauseous, though that could be from the sensation of weightlessness. Like he was falling through the air in slow motion - never to hit the ground again. 
More tears fell. 
Who was he kidding - he wasn't meant to be alone like this. He'd never been alone before. He'd always..he'd always had someone. 
Leo's sniffles were the only thing that broke the silence, and even that didn't last long. 
Years of silently crying in his room were not being his friend right now. He wished he'd been a screamer. He wished he'd thrown tantrums and screamed along with his music and wailed at the top of his lungs. 
At least then it wouldn't be so painfully quiet. 
The ringing continued, Leo finally managing to zone out a little when a sort of 'fizzle-pop' sound started up somewhere behind him. 
Warmth spread on his shell, a faint glow peeking out from behind him. A crackling sound filled the air, Leo rolling over in the big open space to see what it was. His heart raced at the thought that it was the kraang again, just waiting for him to turn around before striking him to the ground again. 
A bright orange light flooded his vision. Was this what everyone talked about? The light? He'd never really believed in that stuff, but he imagined this is what it might be like. Good to know everyone else was right - he couldn't help but feel a little bitter about being so wrong. 
The light grew, Leo squinting against it. It was warm, taking up his entire vision. It almost looked as if the very sky had broken open. But it was so warm, it must have been that light. The one that you weren't supposed to go into. and yet he wanted so badly to go into it. 
Leo reached for it, wanting nothing more than to be cradled in that light, for the crackling sound to invade his senses and get rid of that horrible ringing. Even if it was the end, it was a hell of a lot nicer than the silence. 
He squinted, eyes adjusting to the light as it grew larger and larger. As it did, he recognized it for what it was. 
A portal. 
His brothers took shape beyond the light, grinning at him with shining eyes. Like they were waiting for him, just behind that opening. He thought it might be a hallucination at first, but that didn't stop him from dropping a solid one-liner. 
He winced at the effort, but grinned nonetheless, " took you guys long enough". 
Nice One, Leo.
Even if this was some hallucination right before he died, he could still get a joke or two in. 
To his surprise, Raph activated his ninpo and reached out with one of his large, red hands, grasping Leo's in it. 
It was warm. It shouldn't have been warm, but it was to him. Leo could sob from the feeling. More tears bubbled up from his chest and he grinned up at his brothers, hurrying to blink them away before they saw. He couldn't be caught crying now, after all that had happened. 
 Raph tugged hard, pulling him closer and closer to the portal. 
If he had the energy, he'd make a joke about how this was way better than floating in a wasteland. Leo wanted nothing more than to hear them laugh, even if it was fake. Even if he made the world's worst pun. 
The feeling vanished almost immediately when the rush of air and the screech of the kraang came from just under him. He chanced a glance back, the giant red eye staring back at him. Even if it was just armor, it felt like it stared right through him. 
Metal claws surrounded him, and Leo almost pulled his arm back - out of Raph's grasp. He wouldn't let the krang win - he couldn't let them win. 
He glanced back again, his chest seizing a little at how close he was already. But then Donnie shouted from the portal and Leo turned his attention back on his brothers. He didn't want the last thing he saw to be that red eye. 
If he made it out of this alive, he'd have to tell Donnie how badass he looked just then. The thought passed so quickly it almost made him laugh - even if he was so sure the kraang was gonna grab him. 
The drill went flying past Leo and into the kraang's face, Raph dragging him to the portal with all the force he could. Leo went flying, the breeze as the smells and the sounds of New York hitting him all at once. He landed hard on Raph's plastron, groaning when he was deposited on the ground instead. 
Now that he had gravity back, everything hurt even worse. 
 "gu-guys!?"
Leo winced, but sat up a bit and looked at his younger brother. 
Mikey was trembling all over, a faint orange glow still emitting from his shaking limbs. He held his hands out in front of him, staring down as they crackled, pieces flecking off and floating away in the breeze. He dropped to his knees, Raph and Donnie rushing to his side. The portal had zipped out of existence, but Mikey was still crumbling. 
Leo rolled onto his knees, his wounds screaming for him to stop. 
No, no, he wouldn't lose Mikey like this. He wouldn't let his little brother die. Not like this, not for him. 
Leo crawled over on shaky limbs, holding back groans of pain. He had to do something. There had to be something he could do. His ribs ached with each breath, but Leo grabbed for his brother, already pulling him close - as if he had any clue what to do for him. 
" Le-leo!" Mikey was staring at him, his arms starting to fleck away from the fingertips down. Leo could only stare for a moment, eyes already burning with tears again. 
To his credit, Mikey gave him a tearful grin. Like he was glad to have done it. 
But Leo would never forgive himself. 
" No, no, c'Mon Mikey-" Leo winced, squeezing Mikey a little in his arms. He didn't know what to do. His thoughts were zipping by, all the medical knowledge in the world doing him no good. He didn't know anything about this. 
Donnie put a hand on his shoulder, Raph taking up the other side. They each squeezed, hands trembling where they touched him. There had to be something…anything they could do.  
Leo couldn't help it. He let out a sob. He did seem to be crying a lot lately, huh? 
Mikey was still shaking, his eyes squeezed shut. Leo hated it - he could feel how scared Mikey was. How terrified he was to be dying. 
There had to be something- anything!
Leo squeezed him tighter, trying to hold his brother together like glue - keep him here just a little longer while he thought of a plan. 
Think, Leo! Think! You're supposed to be the leader- 
Leo begged for something - for any kind of plan. He thought back to everything they knew about their ninpo- maybe his powers? 
Something. Anything. 
" I WO-WON'T LET YOU GO, MIKEY!" he sobbed, curling into his brother and just hoping for something to happen. Raph choked back a sob next to him, gripping his shoulder a little too hard. 
Something in him broke free with that, his powers crackling at his fingertips. He felt lighter suddenly, as blue lightning crackled down his arms and into his younger brother's form. 
Leo shut his eyes, feeling nauseous, but he couldn't stop! Mikey needed him- 
He could feel it, he could feel the power flowing through him and into Mikey - like a current of a river rushing and rushing and rushing towards his brother. 
And it was working. 
Leo chanced a glance at Mikey - his eyes had shut, but he was reforming. Blue light filled in the cracks, Mikey's arms slowly taking shape once again. 
Leo grinned, tears slipping down his cheeks. He closed his eyes and squeezed tighter, sobbing into the embrace. He felt like something was being ripped from his very being, but it'd be worth it. It'd be worth it to keep Mikey safe. 
The current continued. He willed it to continue until Mikey was fixed, until he was better and every piece of him was back in place. The ground swayed beneath him with each pulse of energy that left his body, but he had to keep going. He had to fix his brother. 
Something was changing for him, too, but he couldn't place it. 
It didn't matter. 
He couldn't stop until Mikey was back together again. 
He rode out the feeling of nausea. He could do this. 
He could do it. 
" I got you, little brother, " He murmured, letting the feeling take over. The blue light consumed him - he felt himself slipping away and checked once more to be sure it had worked before letting himself succumb to the blue light of his own powers. Everything was hazy and blue and he felt lighter than air. His heart was racing, his breath coming out in ragged pants. 
He felt himself fall into Raph's side, someone saying something. He couldn't hear them. 
Mikey was safe. Mikey was safe and he had done all he could. 
As long as Mikey was safe, he could rest. 
He could finally rest. 
Donnie was not a fan of all this mystic stuff. Even if he had somewhat mastered his own powers, his brothers' powers still eluded him. Especially now that Mikey had mystic hands or whatever. Raph's clone thing was somewhat more tangible ( literally ), but Leo and Mikey's abilities still felt too unreal to explain. He'd tried once to take a scientific approach with Leo's portals and met a wall. 
He couldn't even begin to explain what seemed to be a literal demon living in Mikey's weapon - not to mention the whole chain and fire business - it was all too much for him to comprehend. He was somewhat relieved when he'd gotten his nunchucks back - at least there wasn't some sort of creature living in them. He hoped. 
But this took it to a new level. 
It was one thing for Mikey to open an interdimensional portal, it was another to watch Leo use his powers to fix Mikey's dissolving form. 
And then to watch him shrink into blue light and become a small child. He felt the same as when Mikey had opened the portal, Leo's powers seeping into his arm and pulling something from him - pulling his energy from him. His skin had crackled and lit up just like Mikey's, but with a brilliant blue light shining through it. And he didn't dissolve into nothingness like Mikey had been doing. 
His first thought was time travel, but his second thought was what if this Leo had sustained the same injuries? 
He could worry about the why's and how's later, for now they all needed immediate medical attention. He couldn't see anything outwardly, but it was hard to tell when Leo was entangled within his wraps and sash, the pieces of fabric too large for him now. 
" Raph, call April, Papa and Casey Jr. And tell them to meet us at the lair, " He informed, taking a deep breath so he could keep it together. He'd had a lot of ups and downs for the past few minutes, but he could keep it together to play family doctor for a bit. 
Mikey was awake, at least, and was no longer dissolving into thin air. He sat up, staring in surprise at the literal child that had replaced Leo. Or, was Leo. Was Leo - but was also a child. Ugh, it was too much to think about right now. He'd have to file the time travel nonsense away for now. 
" did…did everyone else see that?" Mikey stammered out, his eyes moving from his arms to Leo, " I'm - he healed me!" 
" yes, and probably not without major consequences - oh would you look at that, major consequences, " he motioned to Leo. Or tot Leo. Little Leo. He wasn't sure What to call him. Hopefully it wouldn't be a problem for too long. 
Raph had broken from his own shocked stare to do as Donnie had asked, currently on the phone with April - if Donnie had to guess from the over exaggerated shouting on the other end. He wondered if she and their father were okay. If Casey was okay. If anyone had been majorly injured. 
Donnie caught himself beginning to zone out and shook himself out of it. Right. Act now, shutdown later. 
He pulled Leo into his arms, the kid squirming a little at the touch. 
" Stop- stop moving, " He hissed, keeping Leo close to his chest. The slider didn't seem to acknowledge him. He seemed to be just as out of it as Donnie felt. 
Donnie's mind supplied a concerning amount of reasons why, and he found himself hurrying to stand and start for the lair. They had to get home and check him for injuries fast. He mentally checked off what he remembered about concussions - pizza supreme, what if Leo had accidentally fried his brain? Was that even possible? Could mystic powers do that? 
" Donnie?" Mikey was following him. Good, they needed to get a move on. 
" We've got to hurry- if 'child Leo' has sustained the same injuries, we're working on borrowed time. We'll have to deduce why this happened later, " He rambled out, letting his feet carry him in the direction of what he hoped was the right way home. He glanced at his wrist-tech, the crack in the screen making it difficult to read. " I assume its something to do with his powers, but I don't have- I can't make a clear enough hypothesis just yet" 
He knew he was being snippy, even for him, but talking hurt. 
Opening his mouth and forming words felt like the worst thing in the world, but he willed himself to hold it together.
 Hold it together for Leo.
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1-800-local-slut · 7 months
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Colorful Imagination
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Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Reader
Warnings: smut lol
Not proof read, also not my best work but adrenaline will do that
I was tipsy and could’ve died, so I dissociated and this was born. Ya girl is still here though, so I’m gonna keep writing smut until either my writer's block goes away or I actually do die. Also, Klaus is a munch. I don’t make the rules, I just write them.
Klaus was always an imaginative person. From his birth, his death, and his rebirth these skills only heightened. He could imagine nearly anything and see it clearly like one of his paintings. Now, he was imagining something, or someone far more interesting than his horrific childhood. He was picturing you. The gorgeous woman who had ensnared his entire mind, his blood and nearly everything. He’d see your brown skin, and your dark brown eyes looking up at him.
Right now, standing in his bedroom after dropping you off home he was imagining a lot. He was imagining you, on your knees for him as he sat on the edge of his bed. You’d start slow, the scent of vanilla overwhelming his horny brain. Unbuckling his belt, and slowly pulling down his boxers, he’d pet your bohemian braids and calm your nerves. 
The way your small hands would wrap around his dick, and stroke up and down. Your brown skin would clash against his pale skin, the tip red and angry. Your nails would provide a pleasurable scrape while he taunted you from above.
“Someone’s eager.” He’d quip with a knowing smirk. You’d give a bashful smirk, and take him into your mouth. The way you would hollow out your cheeks, sucking his brains like his dick was a straw. He would chuckle and toss his head back a little, easing himself up on his elbows.
He’d watch you with wicked eyes, brain thinking about what he was about to do to you. He spread your legs open, after tossing you onto his bed. Then, he’d lick his lips teasingly. He pictured running his tongue over your clit, and you’d jump in a moan. His eyes would never leave your dark ones, hands secured on your soft skin. Then he’d start, flicking his tongue. Your head would lean back and your arch your back in a gasp. 
When he slipped two fingers in you, you’d jolt. Klaus would scissor his fingers and hit your G-spot. You would jump and toss your head back once more. He’d keep his eyes pinned on yours, staring into your soul. He’d fall deeper and deeper entranced into your trance with every passing moment. 
He’d feel your blood pump, and hear your heart rate jump. You’d maybe jerk your hips upwards, wrapping your legs around his curly hair. He’d close his eyes, sinking deeper into the safe haven that resides between your thighs. Perhaps you were a screamer. You’d cry out his name, and a jumble of unintelligible pleas for release as he brought you closer and close. Maybe you’d groan out his name, and let out a pleased moan when he’d twist his fingers. He’d move his fingers, telling you to come closer to the brink of your orgasm, and once you were there he’d toss you over. 
Your entire body would tremble and your manicured nails would pull his blonde curls. He’d groan, and lap at your cum as it escaped you. He would be eager to show you the boundless pleasure you deserve. To show you how it feels to sunder yourself to him and all the joys he could offer you. Your thighs would tremble, and your entire body would shake. He’d continue his brutal ministrations, perhaps some  sort of punishment for teasing him with yourself. 
Once the trembling resides, he’d kiss up your thighs, and pull you into a searing kiss. Pressing his lips to yours, he’d taste your lip gloss that he loved oh so much. Pulling away, he’d leave you breathless. You’d stare up at him, eager yet nervous for more. With a devilish smirk, he’d remove your shirt, leaving you in a beautiful lace bra. Perhaps one he’d picked out himself.
Then he’d start the true fun.
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skzooweemama · 7 months
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Tickle Fights with SKZ!!
(Maknae Line)
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here’s pt 2! if y’all like my writing, plz leave me some requests in my ask box!
t-word, fluff, and spice accepted ;)
(just no solely member x member stuff plz!)
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Han:
- is either a massive goofball or needs to be cheered up
- when he’s feeling goofy, he tries to be extra annoying in order to get a rise out of you
- he’ll get all whiny, calling you baby and being extra clingy
- when you can’t take anymore and attack him, he knows he’s succeeded
- these fun, goofy tickle fights usually end in him getting wrecked while trying to get the upper hand
- he really needs a better system for this kind of stuff
- his worst spots are his hips and sides
- rough tickles really humble him, so they’re perfect to use when he’s being loud and obnoxious
- definitely a screamer before he breaks into really deep belly laughs
- his face gets all scrunched up and his smile is so wide
- it’s way too cute, plz don’t die from the sight of it
- at some point, he will decide he’s had enough and then you better watch yourself
- he’s clever and his teasing is top notch
- will have you blushing and flustered immediately, which makes whatever he has planned so so so much worse
- now- if we’re talking about cheer up tickles… those look a little different
- usually it’s been a long time coming, with stress from his work taking its toll on both of you
- one night, he comes home completely exhausted and just collapses into bed when he gets the chance
- and of course, as soon has he is close to you and can unwind, he gets a bit teary eyed
- you always let him show his emotions around you, always
- however, that doesn’t mean you want him to keep crying
- tracing shapes into his back and lightly squeezing at his sides is sure to get him giggling lightly, his head buried in your neck
- then you two can talk about what’s on his mind and find a solution together now that he’s calmed down
- these moments between the two of you are so soft and loving
- trust that he’ll do the same for you when you feel down 🫶
Felix:
- such a cute little cuddle bug!!
- he always wants affection from you, always
- sometimes he’s just too cute and you can’t help yourselfff
- like when you’re cuddled up on the couch together, his back resting against your chest while you run your hands through his hair
- felix tends to get bored of movies part way through them, so if you’re watching a movie, trust he’s getting distracted by trying to capture your attention
- he says your name in funny voices, trying to draw your eyes away from the TV and to him
- when that doesn’t work, he’s squirming to reposition himself, nuzzling into your neck
- his fluffy hair tickles like crazy, and you shy away from his touch
- he ends up realizing this and following you like a little tease
- this is when it’s appropriate to hug him close to you and dig your fingers into his stomach as he’s pressed against you
- he’s beyond ticklish there, and will quickly throw his head back, biting his lip to try and stop his laughter
- of course, when you vibrate your fingers riiiight by his belly button… he’s gonna go ballistic
- he screams and thrashes around (be careful!!), pulling at your arms and kicking out
- his face gets sooo red and he tries to hide from you when this happens (don’t worry, his ears get red too so you know 🫶)
- his laugh can range from a shrieky higher pitch to his lower belly laughs, and even soft giggles
- all of it is cute so you should def explore which tickle spots produce which noise
- (and honestly… he kinda likes it…)
- but watch out! this aussie is not one to go down without a fight
- as soon as he gathers his bearings, he’s digging into your hips, sides, ribs, whatever he can reach
- you’re gonna need some real endurance if you wanna outlast him
- my advice, get on top of him and try to keep his hands out of the way so you can wreck him freely
- afterwards, expect cuddles (regardless of if you won or not) and some choice words thrown your direction (ie. “cunt”)
- (if he’s too disrespectful, just tickle him again!)
- he’s just the cutest i wanna hug him :(((
Seungmin:
- this man is such a menace
- and ik everyoneee says this, but it’s so true
- he is downright evil sometimes
- he will just get random bouts of energy, and how does he use it?
- tickle fights.
- literally, this kind of stuff happens so often.
- especially if you somehow provoke him
- “okay, then i won’t provoke him”
- nice try, that doesn’t work
- when he’s in one of his moods, anything provokes him
- you looked at him wrong, you didn’t hug him for long enough, you used the wrong word when trying to explain something
- all of these are past excuses for his attacks
- the most recent excuse, however, is something even more ridiculous
- the two of you were sitting together on the couch, scrolling on your phones in comfortable silence
- he reaches over to pat your leg, before asking “what should we get for dinner?”
- after thinking for a moment, you casually replied “Bibimbap”, not even looking up from your phone
- usually that would be fine, especially because he loves eggs and a good, hearty meal
- right now, that answer is wrong. he’s craving japchae- how could you not know?
- “no.” he says simply
- “no?” you look up at him, confused, before seeing that look on his face
- run. run fast. because he’s on you before you can blink
- talks about how mean you are to him while he takes advantage of every single tickle spot you have (even if you don’t have one, yes you do, he’ll find it)
- “i wanted japchae, how can you not know that?”, “seriously, do you even know me? or like me?”, “i’m not sure this is forgivable, you know?”
- says all of this while destroying you, laughing his mocking laugh at you as you squirm and shriek
- now, we all know every skz member is ticklish, and seungmin is no exception to this fact
- his stomach and sides are his bad spots, so if you find that he’s distracted while laughing at you… you might wanna make him laugh for a different reason
- he didn’t bother to pin your hands after all
- as soon as you squeeze at his belly, he lets out an “ahh!” before falling into his signature laugh
- he won’t stop tickling you, but he’s significantly weakened by your counter attack
- this will probably continue until one of you concedes on what to have for dinner 🥲
- it’s okay tho, bc who doesn’t wanna listen to his laugh? he’s just too cute?
I.N:
- our maknae on top and not-so baby bread 🥹
- he is stupid ticklish
- which usually isn’t an issue bc he doesn’t like touching in the first place
- but you… you’re different
- he craves attention from you (but that’s too embarrassing so he’ll never admit it)
- when you hug him or want to cuddle… who is he to deny you?
- which is how he ended up in this predicament, with you laying on his chest, tracing shapes into his abs absentmindedly
- it’s the early morning and you’re still half asleep, and the regular motion of your finger against his skin is making you drowsy again
- jeongin, however, is literally dying
- it tickles so bad and it’s all he can do to stop himself from screaming and throwing you off of him
- your finger accidentally trails too far up his ribs and he bucks beneath you, jolting you awake
- a sly smile spreads across your lips and you turn your gaze up to him
- “is someone ticklish?” you ask, almost innocently if not for the predatory look in your eye
- he freezes, eyes wide, and shakes his head “no” immediately
- you walk two fingers up his torso, up, up, up, until you’re at the spot juuust below his underarms
- “i… don’t believe you.” with that, you’re digging right into the spot, giggling teasingly
- he. loses. his. shit.
- screaming, laughing, thrashing, crying, and begging
- his laugh is loud. it’s squeaky. it’s silent. then it’s back with a vengeance
- no one has ever been this ticklish
- honestly, don’t even worry about him getting you back, he’s gone
- apologizing, babbling about how bad it is, accidentally insulting you (you make him sorry for that one)
- by the time you’re done, tears are streaming down his face, the bed is a mess, he’s half on the floor, and you’re sitting on top of him lost in a giggle fit of your own
- he’s really embarrassed, so you’re lucky he likes you so much or else he’d never forgive you
- he won’t try to get revenge, but he does make you do favors for him in order to make up for the tickle attack
- so not really a fight as much as a KO by you
- congrats on that one slugger 😤
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pinklemonadeflav · 7 months
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Don't hold back
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You wouldn't call yourself a particularly 'expressive' person. So while you and Soonyoung have been dating for almost a year, he sometimes feels that you're holding back...
Persona: Soonyoung
☁︎ ℳ
wc: 4.8k (2.4k fluff, 2.4k smut)
boyfriend! Soonyoung x reader, small talk about vulnerability, mild comfort fluff, first time saying 'I love you', first time together (also reader's first proper relationship), smut
Content notes: reader struggles with openness, very much an acts-of-service typa person, Soonyoung uses pet names while reader doesn’t really
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"Babe, do you have a sore throat?"
Soonyoung, Jeonghan, Wonwoo and you had just gotten off a rollercoaster ride, slightly breathless and limbs jelly, when your boyfriend in the tiger-print shorts popped the question.
Jeonghan offers his water bottle to you as a follow-up, but you just lift one brow and shake your head.
"I'm fine? Why?”
"Oh, I was just wondering why you were silent throughout the whole ride – cause you said you weren't scared of rollercoasters."
10 minutes ago, your gang of 14 had split into groups to wander the park; Mingyu, Vernon, Woozi, and Seungcheol went off to raid the hot dog stand. Jun, Myungho, Joshua, and Chan headed for the bumper cars, and the rest of you left to queue for the rollercoaster. (Seungkwan and Seokmin left shortly after hearing the terrified screams of the riders overhead, shamelessly lying that "ooh the gift store looks interesting!")
Truthfully, you wish you had joined them, but Soonyoung had been going on and on about how excited he was to ride the rollercoasters in the car earlier (this park was famous for housing six uniquely terrifying death machines! Fun!). You got excited because he was, but not so much when you stepped into the rollercoaster's seat and stared down the steep drop ahead.
You quickly protest, "I'm not scared of them! I'm just not a screamer, that's all."
"Yea right, you had a death grip on the bars, and I'm pretty sure your eyes were shut the whole time too." Jeonghan takes a sip of his water and exposes you, having sat beside you in the second row.
Wonwoo adds, "I'm also not a screamer, but even I made some noise."
Soonyoung wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind and lets out a dramatic whine, "Aww, was my baby scared? You'll feel better if you don't hold it back, just scream with us!"
Your ears redden at the sudden embrace, mouth frozen in a half-open position. You wouldn't go as far to say you're against Soonyoung's shows of affection in public, but you still weren't so used to them as to just play along smoothly. You sometimes feel bad when your reactions come off as awkward and Soonyoung tones it down to accommodate you. He's not one to shy away from touch, but he's been more patient with you over the course of you two dating, never pushing you to do things you wouldn't be comfortable with. You wonder how much of this is preventing you from taking your relationship to a more intimate stage.
All these thoughts are shoved into the back of your mind again as Soonyoung continues,
"Oooorrrr you can squeeze my hand on the next ride if it helps..." Both his hands jump to intertwine yours, lifting your arms up and spinning you playfully. Soonyoung had bee-lined straight for the rollercoaster's front row just now, and you would have actually imploded if you had joined him. Hence, you found your place in the second row (which wasn’t that much better).
You shimmy out of his grip with a huff and declare, "Yaa! Whatever! Let's just get to the next one!"
And on to the next rollercoaster you went, and the one after that, and two after that. You kept your mouth shut and face scrunched throughout, visibly shaken and eyes glossy by the end of the fifth ride.
The four of you approach the last ride when you stumble a little. Soonyoung catches and stabilizes you by the hips, falling quiet for the first time in the activity-packed day as worry flashes across his face. He hugs you into his chest and sighs,
"You guys go ahead, I suddenly want some bungeoppang."
Wonwoo frowns in digust at the thought of having warm red bean bungeoppang in this afternoon's heat and grunts in response. Jeonghan just gives a knowing nod, and they head off to the last ride without you two.
As Soonyoung leads you by the hand to the snack stand, you softly say, "It's okay you know, you can join them, I know how much you looked forward to the rides...especially this last one." What would've been the sixth and final ride was the scariest in the park, being one of the tallest rollercoasters in the country.
"Nah, it's not okay, you're not okay. Let's sit down over there for abit and rest." He casually hands over some cash to the stall owner for two packs of bungeoppang, and you both settle down on a bench nearby.
A smile tugs at your lips at the fact that he actually bought the snack, and wasn't just using it as an excuse. You don’t mind the warmth of it so much even as you’re sweating buckets as you giggle at Soonyoung's stuffed cheeks.
He turns to you, “Sherioushly though, shcreaming doesh make it more fun, even if we dont get on the shuper scary ridesh.”
You pull a napkin out to wipe at the corner of his mouth, off-handedley vocalising your thoughts,
“Mm, I dunno, I just stopped like screaming-screaming at one point when I was younger. Maybe I’m just not particularly expressive in general.”
He swallows his bite, pouting at you with pinched brows, "If you're not having fun we don't have to go on these rides, just tell me!"
You don't want your mild (or not so mild) fear to get in the way of his enjoyment, so you just shrug and continue munching on your snack. The topic quickly shifts as you continue chatting, and he doesn't think too much of it while waiting for the guys to finish the last ride. Eventually, the day at the amusement park concludes when you all gather to have dinner while watching the parade, bumbling into your respective cars to head home.
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Settling into the dimly-lit living room after the long day, Soonyoung picks out some B-tier romcom for you two to wind down, collecting you in his arms to lie atop him on the sofa. As the movie reaches the 45-minute mark, he suddenly thinks back to what you said about not being expressive. It prompts him to recall the past few months more deeply, and his eyebrows morph into a frown when he starts to think you’re right.
There was that one time Jeonghan and Joshua pranked you by hiding your phone, causing you to accidentally miss an important meeting call. They had faced you meekly expecting to be chewed out, but you dismissed it with a smile (though, Joshua probably caught on to your hidden annoyance because he apologized to you a second time later).
Or sometimes when Soonyoung surprised you with gifts when he got home, you would express your thanks, but there was never a big reaction.
Negative or positive, you usually felt like you were holding back somehow. Soonyoung was thrown off when he first got to know you because he himself was more of an expressive guy (definitely more than average), and it took him awhile to read your behaviour for their intentions. Overtime, he did understand that you cared, even if you didn't say it and showed it very differently from him.
That was actually what made him fall for you; You two had met in college during a group project, where there was the usual awkward silences as you got to know each other. He hadn't even revealed the loud side under his shy front yet, but you had been very friendly and thoughtful, in your actions, at least.
You were shy too and didn't say much, but he would notice the extra effort you took to bring everyone coffees during early morning meetings, or the little notes you scribbled on his notebook when he looked lost. There was that time where you even presented him with a tiger pin after observing all the tiger paraphernalia he collected. You two started to hang out more after the project ended, having mutual friends in the same tutorial group. He couldn't help but fall deeper for you when he saw how you showed your sincerity and love towards your friends through your gestures. He also realised along the way you weren't likely to outwardly express your attraction to him (if you did like him), so he took the leap and asked you out a few months after. Luckily his guess was right, and here you two are now, nearly a year into your relationship.
His eyes drift from the television screen to the crown of your head nudged under his chin. Your limbs are completely relaxed into his chest, breathing slowly and deeply. He even starts to wonder if you fell asleep when-
Sniff.
Soonyoung's body stills, wondering if he heard that correctly. On-screen, a break up scene was playing with the two leads in a dramatic confrontation, but you couldn't possibly be crying right? He doesn't think he's ever seen you tear up in a theatre, let alone be crying with your nose dripping.
When he hears another sniffling sound, he shifts you by the shoulders to get a better look. Sure enough, the television glow illuminates the faint tear tracks on your cheeks. You make eye contact with him and let out a wet laugh at his shocked expression.
"Sniff- What? You've never seen someone cry before?" You lift a finger to close his gaping mouth, to which he immediately cranks back open,
"I've never seen you cry before! You wouldn't even let out a peep on the rollercoaster, but this is what gets you going?"
You twist your body and bury your head in his chest out of embarrassment, and he laughs and tries to detach your upper body from his to look at your face, but you stay glued to him. He grabs the tissue box beside the sofa and stuffs tissues into the tiny gaps he can find, teasing you to show your face.
Relenting, you finally get up, picking up the tissues to wipe at your face. You blow your nose and Soonyoung waits as you hesitate to speak for a few seconds. The day has worn you down, and your brain's capacity to overthink has diminished too. Being alone with Soonyoung in this mood gives you some courage, and you figure if you don't voice your thoughts now it would be even tougher the next time.
“Sigh... I- uh the show made me think of, what if we broke up-”
“Y-you want to break up?”
Soonyoung shoots up from the couch, eyes immediately welling and bottom lip trembling,
“I promise you we don’t ever have to go near a roller coaster again! You’re right, they’re all stupid death machines, I won’t even look at one-“
You shake your head and laugh softly, putting one hand on his chest to stop him.
"Nonono- Soonyoung wait- it’s not that. I mean, not actually break up,”
You swipe away at his tears with your thumb,
“It’s just that, the show reminded me of some things I do that feel...unfair? Sometimes I feel that I'm not being good enough to you, like I know I don't voice out my thoughts or uh- appreciation for you a lot, and many times I don't even know how to respond. I find it hard to…open up and be vulnerable I guess. Even us, this is my first real relationship, and it's probably taken this long in the first place because of my exact problem. I mean, I'm trying to be a bit better about it, but I don't want you to feel bad when you've been so patient with me..."
You're starting to ramble a little, and he shifts you lower on his lap so you can both sit comfortably. He places his hands on your knees and squeezes them, softly reassuring you,
"Darling, I know you're trying your best, you don't have to be so hard on yourself. I also want you to know that I do receive your feelings perfectly well. Every thing you do to show them, small or big, matters to me and I don't want you to feel pressured just because I'm more, well, expressive?"
You sigh, hands over his, frowning as your fingers trace patterns into the back of his palm.
"That……but I also don't want you to change how you express yourself or even tone yourself down for me. I swear, it doesn't pressure me or anything because I know how sincere you are and how much you just want to show you care about me,"
You pause to let out a shaky breath, swallowing the lead in your throat before continuing,
"and I love you for who you are. So, just be you, and I- I’ll catch up, yea?"
You hold his gaze, the sounds from the movie filling up the following silence. Your heart is beating rapidly at the words that left your mouth, but your shoulders feel lighter after mustering your courage and saying it. He's blinking repeatedly too, processing what you had just said.
"Did you- just, did you say-"
You had never said the 'L' word directly to him before. Soonyoung had first said it to you 4 months ago, to which you got so emotional that you reacted by pulling him into a searing kiss, forgetting to even say it back. Since then, it came out of his mouth occasionally when he couldn't help it; when he was happy to wake up in the morning next to your gorgeous self (face puffy and hair a mess), when he got excited describing you to his friends and how lucky he was to have you, sometimes even singing his love for you when he was doing mundane tasks. Every time you would feel like something’s stuck in your throat, overwhelmed to properly say it back.
The fact that you had said 'I love you' this time without any prompt stuns him, and tears well up again in his eyes. He unfreezes quickly though, letting out an ecstatic "I LOVE YOU TOOOOO!!!", pouted lips turning into a kiss-attack on your face before tackling you into a hug. You laugh as your back lands on the soft plush of the sofa, his weight pressing into you.
You return a kiss of your own on his lips, fingers gliding from his cheeks to the hair at his nape. He continues humming a muddled ‘I love you I love you’ into your mouth while reciprocating.
As your innocent kiss becomes a more sensual one, he feels heat surge in his abdomen at an alarming rate, getting harder against your thigh. You haven't done it with each other yet, and he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable, so he starts to shift his hips off of yours, but your arms hold him in place.
Your faces part a few millimetres as you pant into each other, and you stare at his wet, pink lips before looking up to his eyes.
He asks, "Are you sure? We don’t have to if you don’t feel ready.”
You don't waste a second in nodding, "I’m ready Soonyoung, I want to.”
Those words propel him into action. One hand finds the small of your back, the other the side of your thigh, and he presses his length against your core, feeling your warmth under him.
You let out a moan as his mouth travels down your throat to your collarbones, sucking and licking at the blossoming pinks and purples. You start tugging the hem of your shirt up to give him more access, and he assists by pulling it over your head.
Bare underneath, Soonyoung sucks a breath in through his teeth at the sight of your breasts, nipples pebbled and chest moving steadily with your panting. You bashfully tug at his shirt, and he obliges by ripping it off and tossing it on the arm of the sofa.
His hands travel up your sides to your breasts, taking them into his fingers and kneading while he lowers his head to lave his tongue over your sensitive nipple. Your torso bucks up a little into his touch and he smirks, landing kisses to each mound before continuing to kiss a trail down your body
His movements stop above the elastic of your pajama pants, and the momentum comes to a pause as he looks at you with waiting eyes.
You gulp and nod at him to continue, and he follows suit; pulling your bottoms and panties down in one go, he licks his lips, looking like a man possessed,
“Pretty and wet just for me…”
Your eyebrows shoot up and you let out an embarrassed whine at his comment, but it’s cut short when he dives in and licks a broad stripe up your folds to your clit, turning your whine into a moan.
Slow movements turn into kitten-licks on your sensitive nub before he latches his lips onto it and sucks, hard. Your legs clamp inwards reactively, but he pins them down with his hands and you’re left to squirm in his hold. Pressure continually builds on your clit as his tongue rolls around and pokes at its centre, and once he feels you’re not bucking up as hard, his right hand moves downwards.
He inserts two fingers into your hole, deeper than you ever could’ve alone, and they curl upwards in time with his tongue on your clit. It takes a few thrusts and movements of his fingers to find the right spot, but once he succeeds in finding the spongey patch inside you, the combined internal and external stimulation has you crying out and sinking your fingers into his hair. Your moans grow louder and more frequent as the knot inside you tightens.
Your noises sound like music to Soonyoung’s ears – if he can get you to be this expressive and sound so drowned in ecstasy everyday, he would (and he plans to).
A few more twirls of his tongue and far-reaching movements of his fingers have you shuddering as you cum. His fingers continue to rhythmically stroke your fluttering insides to help you ride it out as your lower body stutters to a stop on the sofa. His tongue replaces his fingers to catch the wetness dripping out, saving your sofa cushion some cleaning (and maybe he did it more so that he can feel you squirm around his face).
He finally pulls his tongue out and sits back on his knees when he hears your voice pitch higher. You’re panting hard and watching as he lifts his fingers up into his mouth, licking at your slick and sucking them dry.
You want more, but your pussy could use a few minutes to recover from Soonyoung’s mouth (you didn’t think your first sexual experience would have you coming this hard, but your boyfriend’s a very determined man with very clear goals).
You climb off the sofa with slightly-shaky legs, invoking a weird sense of pride within him, but he’s also confused as to why you’re getting up. You gesture for him to sit and he does, ending up with you kneeling on the floor between his knees,
“Soonyoung can I…I want you in my mouth.”
God, you’re killing him.
Your shy but unexpected assertion turns his face red and he stammers to answer, resorting to shimmying his white sweatpants off quickly as a response. His dick springs up to slap at his stomach, standing lean and long, and you can’t help but drool a little at it’s pretty pink colour.
Precum leaks from the seam, which you use to help stroke him up and down. Your tongue escapes your mouth to lick up his shaft before wrapping it with your mouth, taking him in as deeply as you can.
He flinches at the warm contact on his sensitive shaft and bites his bottom lip, an instinctive reaction to suppress his moans. Your brows furrow slightly, can’t have him holding himself back, one way or the other.
Truth is, you’ve always wanted to get your hands (and mouth) on him; there were many a times where he would be lounging around the apartment, and your eyes inadvertently get drawn to the bulge in his comfy shorts. It’s worse when you would be snuggling in bed in the morning, and you could feel his length poke you from behind. You were thankful then that he didn’t wake to see your ears flushed red. But with this newfound courage, you realise it doesn’t really matter if he does.
Plus, you want to hear what noises come out of Soonyoung under your hold. He’s often loud and playfully aggressive, but there’s also that soft side of him when he takes care of you. You want to know what he’s like when you’re taking care of him.
Here he is, a panting mess, trying to hold back his sounds, stirring your insides as they drive you to keep going even though your jaw is starting to feel sore. He throws his head back on the sofa cushion with a gasp when your grip strokes the areas your tongue can’t reach, and more groans and whimpers finally leave his mouth liberally as you speed up your pace.
After a few more strokes, he pulls you off him with a cuss and comes, release landing on your cheek and chin.
He drapes one arm over his eyes as he catches his breath, and you reach over to grab some tissues from the console table to clean your face off. You finally think to turn the television off when you realise the credits are playing, and you climb back onto the sofa, straddling him.
“Soonyoung.”
You pull his arm away from his head, his eyes meeting yours. You wonder how you got so lucky to meet such a caring, passionate, and thoughtful person, and a bubbling feeling of gratitude grows in your chest at the thought that you’re allowed to love this man.
You lean in to land a kiss on his forehead, and it’s like he can read your mind and receives all your love through it. He smiles and nudges his nose into the crook of your shoulder, breathing you in, and pulls your jaw down to press his lips to yours.
Between kisses, you feel him grow back to full-length again against your ass, and you start to raise your hips above his member while still attached at the mouth. His fingers are gently kneading the flesh at your hips as you start to sink down on him, and you both lavish in the feeling of him stretching you out slowly.
A shaky breath leaves you when he bottoms out, tip nudging at your cervix, and he groans at the tight fit.
You start moving, the velvet plush of your walls dragging up his shaft. Mumblings and praises of “you’re doing so good” and “you feel amazing honey” trail out of his mouth and mix with your stuttered moans as you try your best to bounce atop him.
He feels your legs start to tremble a little from exertion and your previous orgasm, and decides to turn you onto your back with him above you. Your right leg gets hooked into the crook of his elbow, and the angle allows for him to reach much deeper into you, pound harder, and your fingers claw at the cushion’s fabric as you cry out his name repeatedly.
You’re surrounded by him as he moves, and you can’t pull your gaze off of his expression of soft adoration and intense fiery.
He’s biting his bottom lip like just now at how good you feel around him, and your hand automatically shifts to pull it out with the pad of your thumb. Your finger glides over the moist plushness to soothe it, sliding into his mouth at one particularly strong thrust, and he gently bites down on it to stifle a moan.
Maybe it’s a little hypocritical of you, but you have every mind to speak to him next time about holding back his voice. For now, you pull his face down to yours, opting to drink in his moans as a compromise instead as your tongues intertwine.
He can feel you reaching your peak as you tighten around him, fingers gliding over to where you two are connected.
He rubs tight circles around your swollen, sensitive nub as you both approach your highs. One final thrust with his full length inside and his fingers pressed to your clit pushes you over the edge, taking him with you.
His white hot spurts within you, hips drawing back and slamming against you a few more times to prolong both your orgasms.
You’re panting heavily when he pulls out, and he reaches over to brush the hair out of your face. You’re almost distracted by the sweet action when you feel another movement below. Soonyoung’s hand mindlessly continues to slide against your folds, brain still stuck on the thought of pleasuring you as he pushes the dripping cum back into your hole and you into overstimulation.
You keen and he quickly stops when he realises what he’s doing, mumbling an embarrassed ‘sorry’ before gently caressing your sides in apology. You laugh and tell him it’s alright, pulling his body closer to yours as your arms wrap around his neck.
"I don't know know why it was so hard to for me to say it, but Kwon Soonyoung, I love you, and I'm not going to hold it back anymore."
You feel his smile widen against your skin and embrace tighten around you.
“I love you always."
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leorawright · 1 year
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Hi again! I was wondering if I could have Reinhardt, sigma, junkrat and the shimadas with a partner that loves everything horror (horror movies, horror games, analog horror)? Thank you! <3
I LOVE horror so definitely! (If you reblog tag your favorite horror movie/game mine's Little Nightmares 2)
Overwatch with s/o who loves horror
Reinhardt
He's always been indifferent to watching/reading horror
But since you like horror, he'll encourage your interests
He never really screams when watching horror movies, but he'll sometimes jump in his seat
Sigma
He's never had much experience with horror but since you like it he's willing to try it out
Believe it or not, he adores psychological horror and kinda relates to it a bit
But during horror movies that have monsters, he's practically clinging to your arm
He's got a bit of a high-pitched scream when he's surprised by a jump-scare
Junkrat
He sees how much you enjoy horror, so he agrees to watch horror movies with you or watch you okay horror games
He's got such a high-pitched scream its hilarious
He does not like psychological horror but give him a movie with monsters and he's much more comfortable
He copes with his fear through humor, so most of his time spent watching horror with you is used to make jokes
Hanzo
He's actually a fan of psychological horror
He finds it intriguing with how it connects to a person's mind to make them uncomfortable
But during monster movies, he jumps every single time there's a jump-scare but don't point it out or he gets embarrassed
Depending on the movie and when you two watched it he might have nightmares that night
Genji
He enjoys monster movies and slasher films because he enjoys making fun of the main characters stupid decisions
If he's going to watch a horror movie with you he'll grab several blankets, popcorn, and other snacks before settling on the couch in a bundle of fabric
If he's going to be, scared he's, at least going to be comfortable
Kiriko
She's never really watched much horror be she notices how much you love horror so she agrees to watch a movie/play a game with you
She's indifferent when it comes to which type of horror you two watch
Not really a screamer, but she might jump during a tension filled moment
She does get twitchy, though, during a really suspenseful moment
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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Reader is in heat and is hiding away. Alastor, Pentious and Angel smell their heat. How do they help woth such an embarrassing seasonal thing?
Well it's no secret that I like heat fics, especially when the partner is a sweatheart.
Pairing: Alastor, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust x Reader
Tags: nsfw, mating cycles/heat, kissing, Reader being pinned down, gentle sex turns rough, dirty talk
A/N: I wonder if demons will actually go through something similar to a heat in the show? For some reason I can't imagine Charlie going through it, she seems so pure, well I know she's not but still.
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Alastor would find you fairly quickly, he's got his shadows to help after all. He'd find it funny that you tried to hide away from him. He wouldn't make fun of your heat though, it's perfectly natural after all, even though he himself doesn't like when he goes through it.
That being said he knows he can help you, he wants to help you, he just needs you to not touch him while he does so. You can do anything else, you can moan, you can beg, you can squirm, you can scream his name, as long as you let him do as he pleases. He's not overly rough though, not unless you ask, he prefers to take it slow, to tease you, to make you completely fall apart before he makes you come all over his cock.
"Stay still for me darling, I'll give you what you need, just be patient. Aw look at you, so desperate. It's quite alright, I know you can't help yourself, this is perfectly natural. What do you mean darling? I'm not teasing you at all, I'm merely trying to be... thorough. That was a beautiful sound, I always did like a screamer. Let me hear more."
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Pentious doesn't reach out to many people, even when he's going though his own heats. He's got plenty of toys to take care of those needs so he can focus on his inventions as much as he can, other people are just a distraction. At least they were until he smelled your heat.
If anything he finds heats annoying, but he's not gonna turn you down when you ask him for help. He's classy, he likes to start with gentle touches, kisses, a few bites here and there, his tail coiling around you. He loves how warm it feels when he slides inside you, how nice you look when he comes all over you, how you ask for his cum everywhere he's willing to get it.
"Is it that time again sweetheart? And just when I began working on this big project. No, I wouldn't leave you alone now, come here. Would you like a kiss? Haha, yes I know you want more than that, but you know the rules. Oh it's alright, you don't have to grovel before me. Although it would be quite the sight. My cocks are right here for you sweetheart, hard and ready for you. Please, feel free to help yourself to them."
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Normally Angel spends his own heat either alone or in the Studio and never hides how horny it makes him, so it was odd to him that you would try to hide it. After all you being in heat means that he gets to stay at home and take care of you in every way you need.
He'd definitely tease you during it, getting you as close to an orgasm as he can and then taking it away. He loves seeing you roll your hips against his cock, how you want to ride him until you break him, you won't see him complain. There's also plenty of toys that you can use if you want. He doesn't bother holding back, not when he knows how much you want him, and he encourages you not to hold back either, after all he wants you to remember this fondly, and also to not be able to walk properly by the end.
"Is my sweetie in heat? Ah sugar ya should have told me, I'm more than equipped to help. Get over here, I've got a hard dick, lots of stamina and a whole week free to fuck your brains out. Hey now, if ya wanna come ya gotta be good for me first. It is temping though, ya feel so good around my dick, I want to fill ya up with so much cum. Did ya like that? The thought of me blowing my load inside ya? Ok, sweetheart, ok, you can have it, since ya've been so good for me."
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ghostfacesvalentine · 6 months
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HALLOWEEN DAY 4: Haunted house - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some mentions of gore, possession, all kinds of spooky stuff.
Type: Blurbs
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: How it’d be like to go to the haunted house with the reader
Notes: Really late upload, but oh well. I may remove some characters if I have no inspiration for them but if you don't see your favorite send me an ask!
Jason Voorhees: Kind of loves it. He loves the thrill of it, even though he screams every time there’s a jump scare. He always grabs you by your shoulders and holds you tight while closing his eyes when something gets in both of your faces. At first you think you should stop but after a few seconds, you see Jason’s laugh. “Again.” Would be all he would tell you when you meet him outside the haunted house, hand in hand. This would quickly become one of Jason’s favorite traditions come Halloween time.
Michael Myers: Not phased by anything at all. If anything jumps at him he just stands right in front of it, punches or shoves it when it gets in his face or yours. Honestly he kind of just wants to get this over-with. The more you two go to haunted house, the more people know Michael’s notorious reactions, the more they seem to dread scaring you both. He kind of ruins the experience, but what did you expect. Michael doesn’t make half of the choices anyway, just kind of follows you around.
Tiffany Valentine: Actually would really enjoy it. She’d dress up with as well with you, doing your make up and hair beforehand. It’s the most fun part to her. She’d love to go to every part in the haunted house, the clown exhibit, the ghost exhibit, all of it. She loves the scares and the thrills of the screams both coming from you both. Sometimes Tiffany would scream at the screamer back then laugh about it with you. So yes, haunted houses with Tiffany is the best.
Billy Loomis: Not too interested, but would go to some kind of horror fair or festival with you, mostly wanting to go to the horror/gore part of it. Anything having to do with a slaughterhouse theme or something violent would get Billy into it. He also laughs when a jumpscare comes up, squeezing your hand and looking to you with a twisted smile. The more you both have fun at haunted houses, the more he’s encouraged to go. Kind of thinks it’s cute that you get scared and is more than willing to go first and have you hide behind him.
Stu Macher: THE best most excited baby. He’s so thrilled, haunted houses are his favorite parts of Halloween. Stu would hands down have a collection of flyers to show you different places you two just HAVE to visit. Super impatient with the line though, he’s such a baby. If the line won’t move, he sits down on the sidewalk looking up to you as he complains about the line. Also laughs when you or him scream, he even grabs some of the scarers, which of course is forbidden but Stu does it anyway. You’d have to run out sometimes because of it.
Patrick Bateman: Not very fond of haunted houses, he doesn’t see the point in them at all. You’d have to beg and beg and beg for Patrick to take you. Of course he probably wouldn’t change his mind until the night of. Finally though, after many tantrums and tears, he decides to take you, not really knowing what to expect. Of course it’s the slaughterhouse that catches his attention, so much so that he even wants to go to it a second time. Before you know it, you’re the one following him around to the exhibits.
Leatherface: This is so funny to me. Bubba is one of the biggest, strongest on this list, but he can also be the biggest scardy-cat of it too. He doesn’t really understand what’s going on or what the actual concept of the haunted houses are. You’d have to explain to him that they’re not real ghosts and there’s nothing really to be afraid of. He’s confident at first, but after the second scare, he’s a little bit more on edge. You’d have to lead, he’d cling onto you for dear life, screaming when something would grab him from behind. It’s kind of cute though.
Harley Quinn: ALSO the best at the haunted house game. She’s is all into it. Instead of bar hopping, you’d go haunted house hopping. Harley loves everything, from the mad science exhibit to the zombie exhibit, she would give every single one of them a try. Of course nothing scares Harley, she’d laugh at the screams and run towards the scarers. She’d have you accompany her all night until you’re no longer able to stand up. This would quickly become one of her favorite parts of Halloween and would perk up at any sign of a haunted house, whether it’s a little tacky one or something a little bit more realistic.
Poison Ivy: Not too interested in the concept of haunted houses, but if it’s date night and there’s nothing else to do, she’d consider it. You’d have to choose wisely though, you knew if Ivy didn’t like something within the first twenty minutes, she wouldn’t waste her time on it again. You knew she was more into psychological torture, so perhaps something to do with possession or a little bit less gruesome and more mind melting. If she’d really like it, she would tell you haunted houses would now be added to your list of activities to do on date night in the future, if not, she’d take control of the planning and make the decisions again.
Bruce Wayne: Honestly would love to take you to a haunted house. Never had been in one personally or really cared to, usually he’d go to Halloween parties if he was in the mood but he wants to see you enjoying the holidays. Of course nothing would really phase him, but his heart would skip a beat feeling you clutch onto him. Whether it’s criminals or scare actors, you still hide behind him for safety. Seeing you have fun is the most important thing to him, so when he's not home by the time he promises, he ends up making it up to you by taking you to a haunted house tour, renting it off for just you two.
Jason Todd: He doesn’t like to see you scared, even if it’s for Halloween. Of course he loves the thrill or used to, but not where you have to pay the price. Seeing you in distressed or frightened in any way would tug at his heart strings. However, if you insist on going, Jason would be more than happy to take you. You’d plan out a whole day to visit haunted houses, then go out to eat and rank the places over burgers and iced drinks.
Billy Hargrove: All up for it. This was one of his favorite things to do as a child, one of the more wholesome memories. Being scared with tacky haunted houses was a constant memory that came up when Halloween would come around so of course he was up for it when you mentioned it. Billy would go to any you wanted to, but the one that would freak him out the most would be an alien one. It’d stay engrained in his brain for the rest of the night. He’d hold your hand and take the lead every time, making sure you were close to him at all times, laughing it off when he himself would get scared with a jumpscare.
Steve Harrington: Would LOVE it. This is also one of his favorite Halloween traditions, but when you brought up haunted houses, he had in mind something a little bit less scary and perhaps a little more cheesy. Still, he’d go with you and his overprotective boyfriend instincts would kick in. Holding you close and tightly, scoping out the place as he would take his next step. Kind of the best at keeping you safe no matter how much he’s screaming. After the exhibit there would be a lot of talk about what you saw and tons of laughter at how silly you both probably looked.
Steve Rogers: Never really gave it a thought, but he knows Halloween is one of your favorite holidays, so if taking you to a haunted house to scare you shitless is what’s going to make you happy then so be it. Kind of uneasy though, of course, also has overprotective boyfriend instincts. Steve has to fight the urge to not react every time someone jumps out in front of you. Even if you’re not scared, he’s still holding you a little too tight and close to him, not that you mind it though. “Man, that was creepy, let’s go again.” He’d complain after leaving the clown exhibit.
Bucky Barnes: Kind of dreads it at first, he doesn’t really like to participate in haunted houses. Usually not a fan of the wait, the people and it’s just overall not a great situation to put yourself in, but if you really wanted to then going once wasn’t going to kill him. He’d hold your hand throughout the whole time, unsure if it was for your comfort or his own. Bucky would flinch only at a couple of scares, taking a step back, but still taking to lead with you, trying just to find the end to this place. Overall, not the most enthusiastic on this list, but still fun to go with if you’re a big baby.
Wanda Maximoff: Very fun to go with. She’s excited for haunted houses when you explain to her the concept of them. Wanda admits she’s never been to one, so you’d have to take the lead and explain to her the processes. You’d choose the creepy doll exhibit, the clown one and the vampire exhibit to start, all exhibits she would enjoy and she does! Wanda would definitely become an adrenaline junkie when it comes to haunted houses, loving the scares and screams and aesthetics of it all. Overall, super fun to go with!
Loki Laufeyson: Doesn’t understand them one bit, but it makes little y/n excited so he guesses it wouldn’t be too horrible to go to. He doesn’t mind the wait, listening to you talk endlessly about what you wanted to see and what exhibits you were excited for as well as what you think he’d like and what you think he wouldn’t like. Either way, he just wants to spend time with you and this would be a perfect date for a little excitement in the night. Takes on the overprotective boyfriend roll as well, holding you tightly beside him, making sure you don’t stay too far behind and aren’t in the frontline of the scarer. “Why do you like to do this to yourself? Don’t the avengers provide you with enough fear?” He’d tease you while he wipes your harmless tears after the visit.
Cloud Strife: Also doesn’t understand them, but still willing to with you. Kind of takes it too seriously when you get scared or when something is trying to attack you, but not really when it stops right in front of your nose. Either way doesn’t really like the fear it puts on your face. You assure him it’s only for show and you were actually really having fun, but either way, the whole thing just isn’t super fun for Cloud seeing you worked up like this, after the second exhibit you would agree to just go see the costumes and floats, anything that wasn’t involving someone else in a costume trying to strike fear into your heart.
Aerith Gainsborough: Kind of excited for it, likes the concept and wants to see it before her. Does little dances and hand gestures while waiting in line as you get closer to entrance. Wants to see the ghost exhibit first then the vampire one. Would even wear her fake fangs to the exhibit. Overall the only character to turn this date into a wholesome one despite what you were doing. Gasps and laughs would be her reaction to the sudden jumpscares and it’s actually very cute.
Sebastian Michaelis: Wouldn’t be an idea for him to go, but if you insisted this would be a fun date, then he would have no other choice than to comply. Sebastian follows after you, keeping his usual unimpressed face as different scarers would jump before you two. The only time he would step forwards is if the person was getting too close to you, he’d look at them with a smile and have you continue your path. Overall the experience would be mostly for your fun rather than his. Sebastian is only there to keep you safe.
Spencer Reid: All for it! Loves haunted houses, it’s one of his favorite traditions. Compiles a list of haunted house events coming up and has you help him choose where to go. You both would wear cute little costumes or pumpkin themed clothing on the way there. Lots of singing and laughing on the drive, it’d be a pretty fun experience. Spencer would lead to you to different exhibits, laughing and screaming along with you at the sudden appearances of those in terrifying costumes. You’d end the night talking about your favorite exhibits and costumes, what you wanted to do next time and what you planned for your next visit.
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How would tfp bots and cons react if their human s/o lost their glasses or contact lenses and can't see very well and almost walked into an unsafe area and got hurt?
Ayyyy first ask! That was actually pretty fast. I'm just gonna go with the main bots and cons for now, but if you see someone who isn't there that you'd really like in the same scenario, feel free to ask for them in a part two! That goes for any future (or past) headcanon lists too!
-Optimus would try to keep himself composed, panicking will only make the situation way, way worse, and he trusts that you're capable of fending for yourself. But when you almost get yourself killed, he asks that maybe you should just ride in his cab or let him carry you to get where you need to go, or at least let one of the humans guide you. At least until you can get your glasses replaced. He won't force you, but it breaks his heart seeing you in such a vulnerable position.
-Bumblebee starts off laughing when you bump into things, and of course it's all in good fun at first, but pretty soon you damn near land yourself in the hospital and he's not laughing anymore. He transforms and keeps you in his cab with his doors locked for like an hour after the incident, and only lets you go when you swear up and down it's not gonna happen again. He keeps a pretty close eye on you after that.
-Arcee doesn't really grasp that this is an actual problem for you until you narrowly avoid actual, serious injury. Once the gravity of having lost one of your senses nearly entirely sets in, she's on high alert, constantly swooping in to stop anything that could spell disaster before it happens. She's treating this like a mission, because as long as your wellbeing is at risk, it is. She eventually thinks to get you a stick to feel around with before walking so you don't, like, fall off the catwalk in case she isn't watching (she doesn't really know that white canes exist, she's kind of improvising here)
-Bulkhead at suggests maybe you should just sit back for awhile and watch a movie until he realizes oh yeah, scrap, you can't really watch much of anything right now. Dammit. Still, after the incident where you nearly ended up half dead or worse, he nearly feels his spark go out he's so panicked. The big guy keeps a hold on you, blubbering inelegantly about how much he needs you to stay with him, to stay safe, how he doesn't know how he'd live with himself if you got hurt on his watch.
-Ratchet thinks the best solution would be to put you in stasis until your external optic aids can be sufficiently replaced, but upon being informed that's not really an option for humans, and even if it was you wouldn't really want to be knocked out for that long, he's kind of put in helicopter mode, because what the hell do you mean you're stumbling around without your vision? When you nearly get hurt he kinda just decides "yep. That's it. You're staying in the ambulance." And refuses to let you out unless it's totally necessary. If you tell him to step off, or that you REALLY need some time away from him, he'll let you out, but insist another bot keep watch so you don't die.
-Megatron is honestly just frustrated that you're out of commission. He has enough problems and now he can't even count on his own partner? Disappointing. He doesn't really care if you nearly get yourself killed, if you die from something so painfully stupid, you weren't fit to live. Harsh.
-Starscream is laughing his ass off. Unlike Bumblebee, he makes it pretty clear he's laughing at you, not with you, because, tragically, Screamer is an asshole. Nearly hurting yourself does stop his laughing, but only because now he's bragging left and right about how he so heroically saved you from the jaws of death while you were oh so weak and vulnerable, and how he totally deserves a reward for such an act of selflessness ;)
-Soundwave doesn't think much of it, just tries to keep an optic on you more than usual. He figures your sight's off, but it can't be THAT bad. Then you nearly stumble straight into death and well, would you look at that, it IS that bad. From then on he offers to let you ride on Laserbeak, or, if that's not viable, he lets you hold onto one of his data cables and acts as a 25 foot guide dog. Either way, he's pretty much constantly letting off white noise so you can always tell where he is.
-Shockwave lets you just kick back in his lab for a bit. He has vision problems too, given he only has one optic, so he can sympathize (as much as shocker is capable of sympathizing, anyway). Though clearly your sight is significantly worse. If you nearly get hurt, he'll drop what he's working on for a moment to make you a new set of glasses right there in the lab. Chances are, they'll work better than your usual pair, but they'll also be way bigger and clunkier.
-Knockout just feels bad for you. Losing your vision is no joke, even when you're a bot with other, more advanced senses to navigate the world, let alone a human without such advantages. When you nearly hurt yourself, he does some research on how humans cope with a lack of eyesight and learns about white canes that let you know what you're walking into before you walk into it, so he quickly procures one for you until you can get new glasses. Though he does take the liberty of decorating it for you before he surprises you with it.
-Poor Breakdown already has such a hard time keeping track of you. You're so tiny and he's so big and his chest gives him a serious blindspot that he just can't find you in, so now that he NEEDS to keep track of you or you might get hurt, he's in full panic mode and time you aren't in his field of view. Most of the time he has you just ride on his shoulder or in the back of his altmode. He can't stand the thought of you getting yourself killed if he could prevent it.
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