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lonelystarrs · 10 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.

𝑇𝑜𝑗𝑖 𝐹𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

You made his toes curl, his eyes cross and his heart thump, you were his bratty sweetheart, his second chance —it’s as simple as that really.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • fluff • smut smut smut • Toji brain rot • Toji bit yandere / toxic but how is that surprising • rough & soft Toji •

Toji who likes cupping his large hand under your chin and throat so he can feel the bulge of his dick as he slides it down. Spit dripping down your chin and lacing through his fingers until it slides down his wrist. Tilting your head up ever so slightly so he can watch little hearts form in your eyes.

“Fuck girl, you take it so well.”

He could feel your tongue against his balls, just giving him that little something extra because you were a sucker for spoiling him.

He knew you liked the view from here, his six pack, huge man titties and has hair falling forward to frame his face, those gorgeous green eyes almost glowing as they looked down at you.

That shit eating smirk on his face, that scar ever so noticeable.

“Y’not even gaggin’ -fuck, throats tight though think it’s got some competition with that pussy huh?”

His hips gave a test thrust, letting his dick flex down your throat to see if you’d gag, it made the man groan when he could feel his own cock flexing through the bulge in your throat. His green eyes rolling back into their sockets when he felt his cock sliding, the bulge retreating and running along his fingers.

But what made his eyes actually cross? When you pulled back and pushed him onto the sofa that was behind his legs, cock slapping against his stomach and he landed with a chuckled umph.

Joking about you being a brat, with a smirk on his face as you put yourself between his thighs, elbows resting on them. taking both hands around his length and wrapping your lips around his thick head, hollowing your cheeks and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock head.

Rotating your hands in different directions and bobbing your mouth on his cock, solely focusing your tongue and cheeks on his bellend —and it was too much.

Never in his life had he found someone that sucked dick like you, that handled him like you had. You gave him a run for his fucking money and you made love hearts appear in his damn eyes.

Toji’s mouth hung ajar, his toes curling against the living room carpet, his eyes almost crossing as they started to almost zone out past you whilst his hips rose from the sofa in automatic, little bucks. Lacing his fingers behind your head and watching you with some dumb ass expression.

Toji who makes you some tea after with honey after to help with a sore throat caused by his dick. ♡

Toji who puts you in a choke hold when he’s fucking you from behind, huge biceps bulging against your neck practically cutting off your air supply.

Keeping you in a standing prone bone position as he presses you against the huge glass windows of the pent house. Ass arched back into him, your cheeks red from the result of his vile thrusting but he can’t help it, the look of your ass rippling each time and the sound of it against his stomach makes him near damn feral.

“Whole city can see you getting fucked like a slut, shit -you like that huh? Cunts clenching me.”

Toji who insisted this was just incredible sex, but hadn’t slept with anyone else in eight months since he first fucked you.

Toji who deals with any guy who tries to get close to you.

Toji who has access to your phone through his, having found someone to hack it so he can see who you’re texting… he insisted it was just sex right? He never asked you to stop seeing anyone because that would admit he wanted you to himself. Cause he’s piss scared of committing, he can’t accept love or acceptance due to his past trauma.

Toji who actively ruins any date you get asked on — he finds out the time and place, through your phone conversations, gets there before you and scares the guys away before you arrive.

Toji who is there to comfort you after being stood up again because he texts at just the right time, sliding in with a subtle check up and invites himself to see you… he cheers you up with some drinks, some touches all before stumbling into the house and hiking up that pretty dress you wore for the date, for that other guy.

Toji who gets off on the fact you started giving up on dating, because it just wasn’t working out.

Toji who kinda ends up feeling bad when he sees that you start thinking something is wrong with you, that you’re undateable.

Toji who starts seeing you different when you begin to hang around him more and he invites himself over, leaving things in your house, like his shirts and a toothbrush. how he likes your cooking, your night & morning routine.

Toji who wakes up with you one morning, the sunlight coming through the blinds. Green eyes tracing their gaze over your plump lips, the sheet riding just low enough to see some side boob, your subtle breathing and his heart really thumps for the first time for you in the glow of morning light. Crisp white sheets that always smelt so fresh, so you.

Toji who he can’t help but lean over and graze his lips to yours, eyes watching to see a reaction from you.

Toji who shifts himself to lay on top of you to encourage you to wake up, pressing kisses to your cheek before trailing down to your neck. Pressing his morning hard on to your bare cunt, still wet with slick and cum that he filled you with not seven hours ago.

Toji who hums in response when you groan his name, stirring from sleep, threading your fingers through his hair lazily before wrapping your arms around his head cuddling into him as he leaves wet kisses on your neck. Rotating his hips so the head of his dick rubbed over your clit, your groggy moan as you hips reacted back to encourage him. His heart throbbing like his cock as he starts to feel that emotion for you fire through his veins.

Toji who angles himself to slide in slowly, both moaning at that first stretch to accommodate him, his hot breath and moan vibrating against your neck. Hearing his muffled ‘fuuu’ck,’ still deep with recently waking from sleep.

Toji whose hands that skim up your body to place his elbows either side of your head, his thrusting unusually slow and controlled, green eyes drinking in every expression you made. His stomach pressed against yours, forehead resting to you as he actively made love to you for the first time.

Toji who let himself go, burying his face into your neck, wrapping his huge arms around your waist so he could fuck up into you. Coaxing you with words of praise to cum around his dick saying you were his girl, his bratty sweetheart.

Toji who got into a desperate state fucking you that he moans out a muffled ‘I love ya,’ with sloppy thrusts as he cums, hips jolting into yours as he releases trying to keep his dick thrusting at the same time but sensitive from over stim.

Toji who smirks into your neck when he hears you breathlessly say “finally, it took you long enough to realise and bloody say it.”

Toji who lifts himself, eyebrow arched looking down at you.

“What, you ain’t got summit to say back?”

“I need to hear you say it a few more times, you ruined five dates thinking I wouldn’t find out, so let’s say four more times with you meaning it and I’ll think about it.”

Toji who frowns when you winked at him, wondering how you knew he’d been ruining the dates, wiggling your hips to bring him back to you as he still cock warmed in you.

“I’ll convince you with my cock long before that happens sweetheart, you forget how I get you beggin’ n’cryin?” Bucking his hips a little as if to make a point, feeling cum drool down his balls at this point.

“T-Toji stop I can’t take anymore, you’re so big.” He mocked in some girlish voice, with some sarcastic expression making you smirk up at him knowing he was slightly irritated. As fair as you were concerned Toji had something to prove, females swooned over him and you were no fool to his past behaviour.

“Challenge accepted Toji Fushiguro, just don’t forget whose eyes I can make cross when I suck dick.”

“You fucking brat,” a large hand wrapped around your throat, cock flexing in your pussy as he half assed glared down at you.

“Yeah, but you looooooveee me~!”

“Yeah? hope you remember that sweetheart ‘cause I ain’t gonna fuck you like I do.”

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satoruhour · 8 months

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THE JUST JANUS-FACED

a/n: please PLEASE read the warnings this is darker than what i usually write. this spiralled from me thinking about geto having a blood kink and then me being on my period and then me word vomiting into whatever this is / tagging only @getousex and @papersirens bc i feel like they will maybe like something like this? not sure if my other moots like dark content like this aahh

wc: 2.3k

warnings: DARK CONTENT, DUB-CON, descriptive piece, cult leader!geto, slight coercion, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, idolising, reader is mute for a bit, reader has a fucked up perception of love, christian religious references / parallels, corruption but reader is NOT a virgin, pet names, mentions of murder, clit stimulation, fingering, oral / cunnilingus, blood kink (?), power play, cum eating, size kink, period sex and oral, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

cult leader!geto who unfortunately has had to kill fellow sorcerers before just for opposing his cause, so he knows what sorcerers’ blood smell like. it doesn’t make sense anatomically: how there’s less of a copper smell, sweet and more tangy, not that he’s tasted it before. but the memory of satoru’s dried blood had been seared into his brain, a crystal clear vision of him carrying riko’s body; one of the drives that leads him to change the world of jujutsu.

so why can’t geto get his mind off you and your terrified state, bleeding from your torso after you’ve been ripped from your village? he acts like he hadn’t just ordered his followers to rip the place to shreds, to banish any and every trace of non-sorcerers. he crouches down to look at your pathetic state, swiping a thumb over your bleeding lip, putting it into his mouth.

that’s the first time he recoils at the taste of non-sorcerer blood — after all, it’s your beauty that entrances him.

geto’s not too sure why he kept you, either, locked up in shackles so tight they make dents on your wrists, wound left to be tended only bit by bit every time suguru finishes his sermon for the day and comes back to his office.

the second time is after a terribly stressful day. his contacts were falling behind on collecting money, there were followers stepping out of line, nanako and mimiko unfortunately bothering him at the wrong timings. he loved his girls, but sometimes he needed time alone.

what better way than to spend it with his pet?

the gag around your mouth is growing increasingly saggy, weighing down from the saliva and geto bestows some mercy on you, removing the cloth and throwing it somewhere in the room. at least your senses were still there, hearing the loud plop! of the fabric on tatami mats, but you could only whimper when geto asks you a question.

god, you looked so dumb and stupid, geto could’ve just killed you easily, but he still hasn’t found out why you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. he would send you to hell after that, but for now he’d keep you until he knows.

geto coos at the whimper.

“what is it, sweetheart? spit it out.”

your brows furrow as you uncover the hand cupping your core. it was fairly red, a strong iron smell filling the place. it wasn’t from your terribly treated wound, no — you were so concerned with this you hadn’t realised it’s fully healed, “magically” — but rather, coming from your vagina.

you were menstruating. geto sighs, flicking his sleeves before heading out, and you think that’s the end of it. he was going to leave you bleeding out on the floor while your womb contracted and expanded uncomfortably? your thoughts are quelled a minute later when he returns and tosses you a sanitary product.

“go.”

but before you can run to the bathroom in the big temple he seizes your hand, licking a stripe up your palm. there’s obvious shock on your face, from the clear line on your palm made by his tongue and the way your blood smears on his lips. geto hums, and lets you go.

it’s not too bad.

the third is when you’re sleeping soundly on the floor, still in shackles that are visibly loosened. this is the next month where blood is being shed again, made less harrowing by the products geto swears he hates getting you, “reluctantly” refilling for you after nanako asked him not to take from her stash.

by now, you’ve mellowed, but you still rather have a tough time talking and articulating speech. he knew — it wasn’t hidden that your village was built on strong men, which also led to lesser people being oppressed, silenced. only speak when you spoken to, only leave when given permission. you weren’t a stranger to the harsh slaps that landed on your face.

it was only lucky that geto had already got such an obedient little plaything. you knew your place, having learned your place before, and you think maybe he might be your saviour, because the way he spoke was nothing like the men in your village. it was done with a lilt of the voice, a lyrical, melodic quality to it. his touches are gentle but firm, never rough and abrupt.

geto-sama knew how to treat lesser people like you.

that’s why when you’re whimpering again, geto knows just the right thing to get you to shut up (although, your cute sounds are maybe just what he might be looking for. should he kill you after he gets his keep? should he slit your throat? should he—)

he brings you to your feet a little forcefully, dispelling a curse to unlock your shackles and he pushes you onto the bed. you’re the centre of attention, suddenly, not used to being in such a big space: laid out on the silk sheets of the tatami bed. you felt dirty, tainted. you didn’t deserve to be on white, didn’t deserve to have your feet planted onto ivory, to have been cleaned time and time again by his workers. you didn’t even feel like you deserved to be kept in such a sacred place as geto-sama’s temple.

and yet, when you watch your saviour’s approaching, looming form, you can’t help think of how he’s taken care of you. the love he showed you was the closest thing you’ve ever gotten, maybe a little morbid by normal standards, but who are you to question your saviour? paired with that melodic, smooth voice and the cast of his hair down his back, maybe you were even attracted to your saviour.

that was a possibility, right? you can’t tell right from wrong any more but it doesn’t matter when geto slams his lips onto yours, kissing him back clumsily that he chuckles at your inexperience. even when you’re bleeding, you can feel your cunt throb and the feeling in your stomach increase — it was oh, so delicious, the same thing felt whenever he entered a room with that sick smile.

geto nudges you to remove your clothing, touches leaving blazing fires along your skin. he sighs when your breasts are on display, taking a nipple and swirling a tongue around it. so foreign, so good that you grab his other hand and he stops. ah, yes, you were still a monkey after all, no speaking when not spoken to — that translates to actions as well.

the lord resumes his ministrations, other hand reaching for your tits to massage the other, moaning into your chest before he kisses down your body. you panic, because aren’t you dirty? aren’t you bloody?

“let me relieve you, doll,” geto-sama was well deserving of being geto-sama. like how a lord should be, he is observant in seeing how your hand clutches your stomach on the first two days of your menstruation. what qualities of a lover— lord that is.

he coaxes you into removing your bottoms (“but geto-sama, my blood—”, “nonsense, leave it.”), peeling your underwear off you and the smell hits him almost immediately. the smell he’s friends with, that metallic tinge that hits his nose so disgustingly when he sees yet another act of unjust done by the weak, and yet when geto sees you spreading his legs for him, this hit of odour is nothing like the terrible scenes he’s caused.

no, he thinks that this is right and just, this is in the fates, this was the moment of justifiable pleasure received by a weak, lesser monkey only he could satisfy. he was your saviour after all.

but when geto’s tongue makes first contact with your cunt, he thinks maybe he was on the other side of the picture — him, as weak as a non-sorcerer, sentenced to the giving of pleasure to you.

geto moans when he first tastes blood, and then your slick, the combination more angelic than holy communion. he sucks on your clit and your grip could draw blood from how tight you clutched onto the sheets but you make sure your nails don’t dig in and bleed. geto-sama wouldn’t want that.

he flicks his tongue on your nub, large hands spreading your thighs apart with ease as the abuse on your clit is merciless. geto hums into your cunt, the lewd sounds of your blood mixed in with arousal just staining the room with a pungent smell of copper and sex.

geto gives no warning as he shoves a finger into you, your blood giving him easy access and in an instant the uncomfortable cramp in your stomach starts to subside. he was a god, you know, he’s your god, you think, but you aren’t sure if you’re stingy and self-centred enough to cage him for yourself.

a loud moan leaves you when he starts to thrust, not stopping the stubborn movements of his tongue.

“oh, what pretty noises,” geto drawls, mumbling into your cunt, “your little pussy is being real loud as well, huh?”

you whimper at the lewd language, always being brutally and cruelly targeted towards you in your village, and yet when they’re spoken so filthily and intently to you — you can’t help but nod.

“need you to tell me how bad you want it, pet.” geto teases, knowing you hardly speak, but it’s an invitation, right?

your saviour adds a second finger and a mewl escapes your mouth, incoherent babbles that sounded like gibberish. oh, you really were too cute.

“that feel good, ain’t it?” he whispers, licking his lips and spreading the taste of your blood around his mouth. he smiles at your second nod.

“then tell me. what. you. want.” the command is straight, now, and if it weren’t for geto going back to suckle on your clit alongside his two fingers pumping in and out of you, you’d cower.

“want—” you moan, the squelching noises of your pussy increase in volume and the sound of his palm making contact with his chin is sinful, dirty, exactly what you were.

geto loved dirty.

“want your cock in me, geto-sama.” so, you did know the words, heart pounding so loud it resonates in your head; you wonder how you manage to even say it so clearly, so confidently. where did those words come from?

“want you to fuck me, and use me, please, geto-sama.”

your god’s smile widens into a grin and he wastes no time removing his gojo-gesa, his robes, fishing his cock out from his underwear with one hand while the other continues to lazily move in and out of you. you stare like a dumb little dog, excitement obvious by how you clench around his fingers and bite your lip.

all monkeys were so fucking predictable. your village, your parents, yo—

geto is proven wrong again when he first slips in, blood spilling from your cunt that he doesn’t exactly care if it’s because of your menstruation or your tight little pussy being stretched so far to accommodate his fat, heavy cock, but the warmness of your cunt is just so goddamn divine, he has to take a deep breath to brace himself.

“feel better already?” he fawns over you, over the bulge showing in your stomach. it showed how deep he was in you, in your womb, and you clench again at the feeling of being filled up. geto’s hips start to set a pace, rocking into you with groans of his own.

“s-so much better, geto-sama,” the smile you give him is drunk, horridly in love with your saviour who did nothing but manipulate, but you could hardly care for the morals of this world when his pre-cum filled cock hits your spots so well. his pubes and hips that meet yours are coated with blood, the scent of it increasing the longer he uses your body like a fucktoy, a reverberating pap! pap! pap! of his balls slamming into your ass.

“pussy so fucking good—” geto cums first with a loud groan, filling your womb with his seed that’s viscous and hot, and the heat of your cunt doesn’t stop him from moving, flipping the two of you over and you’re screaming in the process, body jolting from the sudden orgasm. geto grunts as he feels you spasm around his dick, switching to a violent ram up into your pussy — you’re atop him now and you suffer the pussy drunk thrusts he gives you, one after the other into your dripping hole.

it’s so messy, so dirty and so fucking revolting, your bleeding cunt mixed with his cum forming strings that connect your pelvis to his, the soiled sheets of red and translucent below you — your god’s hips falter and still, cumming for a second time so quickly geto has to make sure he’s still the right person after this.

your eyes are way back in your skull, head tipped backwards onto his shoulder and outstretched for all gods to see, and yet, geto suguru was your one and only definition of divinity. a man of wisdom, charm. you’re jerking and gasping when you feel his cum spill out of you and you’re reaching that intoxicating high all over again, geto-sama, geto-sama, geto-sama, like a chant on your lips.

it was like worship in the common room, and yet this was different, entirely, because you were getting purified and corrupted all in one sitting, by geto-sama’s cock.

geto grins and smothers himself in your cunt once you’re climaxing and eats the blood and cum out of your pussy, oozing out right onto his tongue and the mixture of it is like a sick little concoction of sin and virtue — exactly what the two of you were.

good and evil, blessing and curse, god and devil. except, geto suguru wasn’t sure what title he fell under, any more.

oh, no, not when he had you.

pls, pls tell me if i missed any warnings! ty for reading ♡

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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 1 year

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photographs (part 2)

part one (definitely not “required” to read first part before this one, but it makes more sense to read part one, then this part)

masterlist

summary: when dean disappears after killing dick, you’re glad you took so many photos.

paring: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 3.0k

warnings: dean is (temporarily) dead, memories/photos with - implied sex/nudity, lots of fluff cloaked in angst cause dean’s dead

author’s note: inspired by a comment i received on part one (quick explanation here).

dean was dead. again. your heart ached. well, everything ached. your head ached cause you hadn’t slept in days, your stomach ached cause you hadn’t fed it anything but caffeinated drinks and whiskey for days, and, above all, your shattered heart made your chest physically ache. everything in you was telling you to sit down, eat a meal, and get some sleep; but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t. all that mattered to you now was getting dean back.

the days after losing him you stole a car (sam took the impala, which you were fine with) and drove for hours, stopping at different storage lockers to gather up the usb sticks with all the photos and videos you had taken on the cameras since dean went to hell. the physical photo albums had burned up at bobby’s place so you thanked your lucky stars you had been paranoid enough to make copies and leave them in separate places.

there were a lot of videos, and even more photos. god, were you glad you had shoved the stuipid camera in dean’s face and that he had willingly taken it from you to snap pictures of his own.

you sat in the dingy motel room; your laptop on the table in front of you and a bottle of whiskey beside you. you didn’t even really ever like whiskey, not until you fell in love with dean. he often tasted like whiskey when you’d kiss him so now the bitter (and, in this instance, cheap) drink reminded you of him.

tears filled your eyes as you clicked through the photos. you let out quiet sobs between sips of whiskey until you got to the first video on the usb you were going through.

“y/n, get your gorgeous ass out here,” dean exclaimed from behind the camera.

“give me another minute!” you called back. dean sighed dramatically and turned the camera around.

“y/n and i are on a case and we’re pretty sure the vamps are gonna be at this fancy party in town,” he explained. he leaned closer to the camera and whispered, “i honestly have no idea if they’re gonna be there but y/n suggested it and she looks smoking hot in-”

“okay i’m ready,” you stepped out of the bathroom. dean’s face lit up then he turned the camera around.

“wow, wow, wow,” he walked up to you. “you look incredible, sweetheart” he took your face in his hand and kissed you, angling the camera so it captured the moment.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smiled up at him and ran your fingers over his tie. you gripped it and pulled him down for another kiss.

“mmh,” he hummed through his smile as he kissed you back. “you know this dress would definitely look better on the floor,” he whispered.

“oh and it definitely will be on the floor the second we get back here,” you replied. “c’mon,” you stepped away from him and grabbed your purse, “let’s go kill some vampires!”

you smiled to yourself. as much as you missed him, you couldn’t help the happy feeling bubbling up as you remembered what it was like to be held by him.

“put the damn camera down and kiss me already!” dean huffed dramatically.

“you’re so cute right now, though!” you giggled, snapping another picture.

“i look the same as i did yesterday, honey!”

“exactly!” you put the camera down and he kissed you. “you always look so perfect,” you whispered.

“have you seen you?!” he teased.

you reached your hands up so you could mess with his hair. your expression changed.

“oh god,” you practically gagged.

“what’s wrong?”

“there’s definitely ghoul brains in your hair still,” you retracted your hands. “get in the shower,” you laughed, pushing him toward the motel bathroom.

“only if you come with me,” he smirked.

your phone rang and you furrowed your brows as you answered; “garth?”

“hey, are you still in wichita? i’ve got a hunter friend over there who needs some help and i’m at least two days away.”

“yeah, i am garth, but-”

“please, y/n? i don’t know that many hunters and i’m kinda worried about her,” he asked, you could hear the desperation in his voice which was very out of character for him.

“of course, garth. send me the details and i’ll get in contact with her,” you smiled. dean would want me to help, you thought to yourself.

“thanks.”

you tiptoed over to where dean was half asleep.

“dean honey, wake up,” you whispered while stroking his messy hair. “breakfast is ready.”

“you’re too good to me sweetheart, he smiled and sat up; giving your cheek a kiss.

“happy birthday, dean,” you handed him the plate of freshly cooked bacon and a slice of pie. he sat up and began eating it, you sat down on the edge of the bed.

“this is perfect honey, thank you,” he smiled like a kid on christmas. “c’mere,” he pulled you into a quick kiss, you could taste the bacon grease still on his lips and you’ve gotta admit, you’re a damn good cook.

“i got you a present, too,” you giggled a little and stood up to get it off the counter. “well, two actually - one’s kind of a gag gift and one’s a real gift.”

he set the plate down on the bedside table and took the gift-wrapped boxes from you. he opened the smaller one first.

“hell yeah,” he laughed, holding up the gift. “condoms! we are definitely using these right away!”

“yeah, thought you’d appreciate those,” you teased.

he opened the next one; “a mini pie maker?”

“yeah, i figured it’d be handy to have-” he cut you off by kissing you and holding your face in his hands.

“god, i fucking love you,” he said between kisses. “you are the sweetest,” he kissed you again, “most beautiful,” and again, “most perfect woman in the universe.” you laughed, trying to catch your breath.

“i love you too,” you said.

“wanna use those condoms now?” he wiggled his brows suggestively.

“eat your breakfast first, before the bacon gets cold. i asked sam to text me when he’s ten minutes away so we’ve got plenty of time.” you gave him a kiss on the forehead and stood up. you took the pie maker and put it on the counter as dean finished his breakfast. “smile, birthday boy!” you snapped a couple pictures.

“hey you alright?” janet (garth’s hunter friend) asked from the passenger seat of your car.

“yeah, just.. it’s nothing,” you shook your head with a smile and flipped the visor back up so you couldn’t see the pictures of dean. “i lost someone a week ago. it’s still pretty raw.”

“i’m sorry,” she smiled sadly. “what was his name?” she asked; she had seen you looking at the pictures.

“uh, dean,” you replied. “dean winchester.”

“the dean win- sorry-” she caught herself. “uh, what was he like?”

“the best,” you whispered. “he was the sweetest man. he was so good to me and i- i just love him so much and- and i miss him like crazy.” you wiped your tears away quickly. “sorry, here i am spilling my guts when i just met you.”

“hey it’s thanks to you i didn’t literally spill my guts back there, if you wanna talk i’m here for you.”

“garth! got another case for me?” you asked through the phone. it had been six months since you lost dean and you never stopped hunting. you truly believed if you stopped you’d go crazy alone with your thoughts.

“yep, four bodies missing their hearts a few miles from where you are,” he replied. “you doing okay?”

“yep i’m great,” you lied.

“i know your lying, but you know i’m here if you need to talk, right?”

“yeah, i know garth, thank you,” you replied. “send me the details for the case please.” you hung up.

“c’mon take the picture already, i’m starving!” dean grumbled. you had made dinner for the brothers and bobby and it looked delicious.

“cheese!” you said and snapped a few pictures of the three of them at the table. “okay, let’s eat!” you sat down next to dean; across from sam, who sat to the left of bobby.

“why do people say ‘cheese’ when they take a picture?” dean wondered out loud.

“maybe cause people like cheese?” you shrugged and put some steak next to the baked potato on your plate.

“well then what about lactose intolerant people?” sam chipped in.

“good point; maybe it’s a guys name? like the first person to take a picture? maybe their last name was cheese,” you suggested.

“oh, that actually makes sense,” dean nodded.

“are you idjits really having this conversation?” bobby exclaimed. “saying ‘cheese’ has nothing to do with actual cheese, or some photographer; it’s just that saying the word ‘cheese’ forces you to smile!” he shook his head as you and the brothers nodded.

“then why not say ‘freeze’?” you continued, at this point just teasing bobby.

“or ‘please’?” dean added.

“or-” sam started but bobby cut him off.

“just shut up and eat,” he rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but laugh a little.

you turned off your phone, not wanting to stare at the lockscreen any longer.

nine months. nine whole months. dean was still dead. hunting wasn’t the same anymore, it didn’t distract you at all. you’d be mid-kill and all the monster had to do was mutter dean’s name for you to freeze up. lucky for you, garth always made sure there was another hunter on any case he told you about; so, they would end up killing the monster before it killed you.

you sat alone at the bar, the other hunter you had just finished a case with was already on his way to another case across the state. but you had decided you needed to take a break from hunting and find another distraction.

that’s when you saw him; a man three stools down from you, wearing a red flannel almost identical to dean’s. his hair was the same color as dean’s, and when he turned to smile at you, you were met with piercing green eyes. your heart leapt to your throat. he didn’t really look at all like dean, but he had many similar feature - wispy lashes, freckles, and bow legs which you noticed as he walked up to you.

“evening pretty lady,” he smiled and leaned on the counter next to you. “that sounded much better in my head,” he laughed, which caused you to do the same.

“sounded okay,” you replied. “i’m y/n.”

“don,” he replied, you practically spat out your drink. “noticed you checking me out earlier.”

“maybe i was,” you bit your bottom lip a little. “why, you interested?”

“oh yeah,” he nodded, not letting his cocky smile leave his lips.

you brought him closer by gripping the collar of his flannel. you kissed him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, the taste of whiskey hitting your tongue. but something felt off, you felt guilty. you figured you had good reason to be; you only felt somewhat attracted to the guy and what little attraction there was, was only because he reminded you of dean. your perfect dean. the only man you ever loved. the only man you ever really had eyes for. the man that was stuck in purgatory right now (crowley had told you after you summoned him) while you were making out with a stranger.

“actually,” you pulled away. “sorry, i don’t wanna do this,” you smiled awkwardly and pushed the man away.

“oh c’mon, baby, it’s no big deal,” he shook his head and went in for another kiss. you pushed him away again, harder this time so he was now a few feet away from where you sat.

“sorry,” you stood up. “goodnight,” you smiled again and began to walk away.

“don’t be a tease,” he laughed and pulled your arm. you turned around and smirked a little.

“let go,” you said, he didn’t. “look, you really don’t want to get me mad, i’m having a bad week already.”

“what’re you gonna do, hit me?”

“of course not,” you smiled sweetly and stared him down. you then gripped his arm, pulled it off you, turned around and kneed him right in the balls. you gripped his collar again and made him look up at you while he crouched down. you punched the side of his face then walked away. after about four steps you remembered something and walked back. you finished your whiskey then left a fifty on the counter, making eye contact with the bartender so she knew you were leaving.

“i’m going off grid garth, i need to look for dean,” you told him through the phone as you drove to rufus’ cabin nearby. “if you need to contact me i’m only keeping this phone charged.”

“okay,” he sighed. “just let me know if you need any help ever, okay? don’t hesitate to call.”

“thank you garth,” you replied. “you’ve been great these past months. i’ll let you know when i get him back.” you then both hung up.

dean wrapped his arms around you and made eye contact with you through the mirror in front of you.

“you’re so pretty,” he smiled tiredly and kissed your collarbone. “so fuckin’ pretty.”

you stood in the bathroom in a bra and panties as you tried to keep brushing your teeth.

“can we go to bed already?” he whined. you bent over and spit out the toothpaste, dean groaning when your butt brushed against him. “oh come on sweetheart.”

“yeah let’s head to bed,” you leaned against his back as his grip around you tightened.

“i love you so much, you know that?” he mumbled against your neck.

“i know,” you smiled. “i love you so much, too. do you know that?”

“yeah,” he kissed you again.

“c’mon let’s head to bed,” you turned to go but he stopped you.

“wait,” he picked up the polaroid from the bathroom counter and handed it to you. you both smiled at the mirror and you took the picture; his arms wrapped around your belly and his chin on your shoulder. “okay, let’s go.” he smiled and you put the camera down.

you weren’t sure how the polaroid ended up at the cabin, but you assumed it had been in dean’s wallet when he broke his leg and the four of you had to stay here for a while.

one year. it was actually the one year anniversary of the day you watched an exploding dick make dean and cas vanish. you still remember how you had stepped forward to help them and sam had pulled you back, muttering something about it not being safe. you hadn’t seen sam since but you understood why; seeing him only reminded you of dean, so you assumed him seeing you reminded him about his brother.

“i don’t understand the point of this,” cas furrowed his brows and stared at the camera.

“memories, cas; don’t you wanna have pictures to look back on years from now?” you smiled back.

“i have a perfect memory, i don’t need pictures,” he replied.

“of course you do,” you rolled your eyes playfully with a laugh. “point is; you look at the camera and smile.”

“of course,” he nodded, still not fully understanding the point.

you finished setting up the camera on the bookshelf which you were using as a makeshift tripod and set the timer. you posed with castiel; your left arm around his torso and his right draped over your shoulder. the flash went off, indicating the picture had been taken.

“all done! when sam and dean get back with the food, we can take a couple more.”

“hey garth, everything okay?” you answered the phone.

“yeah, i just got a weird call from sam asking where you were - i didn’t give him your exact location just said you were at a cabin of rufus’ and gave him your number, that okay?”

“yeah, that’s fine garth thank you.”

“what the fuck, sammy!” you shouted when you heard him come bursting through the door. you got off the couch and hurried to the other room. “you could’ve fucking knocked!” you stopped in your tracks. there he was; dean winchester. “dean?”

“y/n?”

“are you a leviathan?”

“no, are you?”

“no, but neither of us can be sure, right?”

“right.”

“borax is under the sink.”

“holy water?”

“there’s a devil’s trap above you.”

you both paused for a second before he stepped out of said trap then you ran towards him and embraced him.

“god i missed you,” you exclaimed.

“i missed you too,” he replied, hugging you tightly. “as much as i don’t want to stop holding you, we really should run through the usual tests, sweetheart.”

“right, right,” you stepped back. “uh devil’s trap,” you said as you walked under it then back out. “borax,” you continued and walked over to the sink then poured some on your hand, closed the bottle, and tossed it to dean before he poured some on himself. “this is pure silver,” you handed him your knife then he handed you his. you both drew blood with the silver knife then dropped them and went back to hugging.

“don’t you ever do that again,” you mumbled into his chest. “you die again i’m gonna fucking murder you, you hear me?”

“yeah i hear you,” he laughed quietly against the crown of your head. “you didn’t spend this whole year alone, did you?”

“no; i spent nine months buried in cases, working on your case the whole time then..” you trailed off a little and looked up at him. “i kissed a guy that looked like you, hated it, and isolated myself in here so i could spend more time trying to get you out of purgatory.”

“you kissed a guy that looked like me?” he smirked a little.

“i also kicked him in the balls and punched his face,” you replied, smiling widely.

“that’s my girl,” he bent down and kissed you.

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theharrowing · 4 months

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Beg me and I'll think about it

Namjoon is eager to forget about everything for a night and Taehyung has just the remedy.

🤍 Dollhouse Namjoon x Collateral Taehyung

🤍 word count: ≈ 1,680

🤍 crossover episode between fics, strangers to strangers with benefits, infidelity, hints of bdsm, poly, slash, nsfw, 18+

🤍 warnings: mention of ties to a mafia and making people disappear; mention of brothel; infidelity; smut (public bathroom stall hookup; tie used as a gag; tie used as restraints; anal plug; use of a condom; hair gripping & pulling; rough anal sex; exhibitionism; a hint of humiliation; cum eating; overstimulation; use of "desperate", "good obedient boy", "daddy" and "sir".)

🤍 notes: look at us, spending more time at Paradise! this is a Dollhouse snip so there is cheating (but Taehyung is a good boy and gets permission.) also this wouldn't be a Taehyung hookup if hands weren't tied above the head. i got a little carried away with the word count lolol HAVE FUUUN!!!

🤍 written for the Harrow’s Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @sweetestofchaos 🎈 my darling Chell i love you sooo!!! i couldn't resist fulfilling both of your requests. tbh it's kind of rude to make me choose hahaha. i hope you enjoy this!!!

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted dec. 2023

When Taehyung cocks his eyebrow and smirks, Namjoon's heart pounds. He wonders if he may have finally worn the guy down a little.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Taehyung says, tilting his chin up as if he is attempting to appear taller than Namjoon.

"You said you make people disappear," Namjoon counters, tipping his chin up just as high.

Taehyung chuckles deep and pretty, making Namjoon smile wide. He tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows, and Taehyung laughs more.

"I meant physically," Taehyung finally says, shaking his head and holding piercing eye contact. "And unless you have good reason for it, I'm not going to kill your husband. Sorry, handsome; I can't eternal sunshine someone from your brain."

Namjoon makes a show of looking down at Taehyung's lips as he says, "Sure you could," before looking him in the eye. And it's not that he wants to kill Seok—literally or figuratively. He just needs a momentary lapse in judgment, is all.

"Beg me and I'll think about it," Taehyung challenges, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Please," Namjoon says without thinking twice, waiting for Taehyung's smile to encourage him to continue. Where they stand at the bar, there are other patrons around, and Namjoon places a hand on the wooden bar top and leans in nice and close to mutter, "Please, Taehyung. I need a nice rough fuck to take my mind off of things. Please help me. I'll be so good for you. Pretty please."

Taehyung sighs and takes out his phone, thumbing around before holding it up to his ear. Curious, Namjoon stands up straight and watches, wondering who he could be calling.

"Gguk," Taehyung says, eyes on Namjoon. "Baby, listen: you know that guy I was texting you about from the club? Dimples, yeah. I was thinking about taking him into a stall and fucking him senseless, but I wanted to check in with you first."

With each second that passes Namjoon's heart pounds and he becomes even more curious about this man. Is he asking permission from a spouse? Namjoon thumbs over his empty ring finger and allows his mind to drift to Seok for only a moment before he thinks better of it. They are on a break, after all.

"Sounds good," Taehyung says, pulling Namjoon from his wandering thoughts. "Talk soon, baby."

Taehyung pulls the phone from his ear and slides it into his pocket, then he takes Namjoon by the black satin tie around his neck and turns to walk toward the bathrooms.

"A stall, hmm?" Namjoon asks, chuckling. He knows this place has private dance rooms and has heard rumors of there being a brothel downstairs. But he feels a thrill over having a quick and dirty public fuck.

"Take this off," Taehyung instructs, giving the tie one more yank before dropping it and loosening his own.

Namjoon does as he is told as they approach the men's room. He does not bother to ask why; whatever Taehyung has in mind, Namjoon is happy to provide. He did, after all, seek out one of the top clubs in the city that is supposedly run by the mob with the hope of meeting someone dangerous to thrill him tonight. What luck that Taehyung approached him so fast.

"Pick a stall, any stall," Taehyung sing-songs, turning to Namjoon with a smile that appears inexplicably dangerous.

There are three stalls, all of which are open, and Namjoon walks to the center one, paying no mind to the fluorescent blue room beyond the open door that he seeks. He hears Taehyung chuckle behind him, and when he turns around, he watches as Taehyung pulls the door closed and locks it.

Taehyung grabs onto the end of Namjoon's tie and pulls it from around his neck, then he balls it up and opens his mouth the way an adult would tell a child to open wide for a bite of food. Obediently, Namjoon opens wide.

He is not sure why he is surprised when Taehyung shoves the tie into his mouth, and he does his best to adjust his tongue against the material, attempting not to gag.

Taehyung pulls his own black tie from around his neck and takes Namjoon's wrists, raising them waist-high and very quickly binding them together. Muffled sounds come from Namjoon's mouth as he attempts to ask what Taehyung is doing before accepting his fate.

"Up," Taehyung instructs, lifting Namjoon's hands over his head and securing the makeshift restraint to a little metal hook on the stall door.

"Are you bottom ready?" Taehyung asks and Namjoon nods. He cleaned himself and is currently wearing a silicone plug.

Taehyung hums and says, "Good," as he reaches around Namjoon and undoes his belt and then his slacks and shoves the garment down, along with his briefs.

Fingertips press and tug on the silicone plug, sending a jolt of pleasure through Namjoon and forcing a muffled whimper from his throat. Then slowly it is pulled out, and Namjoon feels Taehyung tugging at his slacks, which are bunched around his knees, wondering if he is storing the plug in his pocket for safekeeping.

At the sound of a lube bottle cap opening, Namjoon allows his eyes to flutter closed. He hears a belt come undone, then a zipper, followed by the ripping of a condom wrapper, the rustling of fabric, and a low hiss. Then he hears slick skin rubs over latex-covered skin and feels the blunt tip of Taehyung's cock rub against his rim.

Taehyung roughly takes Namjoon by the hair and yanks his head back enough to sting, sounding bored as he warns, "This might hurt a little."

Namjoon attempts to say, "Yes, please," but just drools and mutters uselessly.

In a swift thrust, Taehyung spears Namjoon deep, causing his back to bow as he groans loudly. That plug he wore is nowhere near the girth of Taehyung's cock and the pleasure-pain is blinding. Namjoon smiles as best as he can while he pants through his nose; this is already better than he could have hoped for.

Taehyung holds tight to his hair and sets a pace so rough, Namjoon worries he might inhale his tie if he is not careful. He wonders if it is possible that this man could break him in half. His mouth hangs open, fabric held loosely between his teeth while spilling from his lips and the stall rattles with each thrust in perfect rhythm with the loud slap of Taehyung's thighs against his ass.

It feels good. So good, Namjoon instantly begins to slip into subspace, grateful for the stall door holding him up. His head aches where Taehyung holds it, and when Taehyung grips tightly to his hip to assist with thrusting even deeper, Namjoon wonders if his fingertips will bruise his skin.

"So tight and desperate," Taehyung groans close to Namjoon's ear, sending a shiver along his spine. "Just listen to you sob. Maybe I should take the gag out of your mouth so the whole place can hear you screaming my name."

Namjoon would love for the entire building to know just how good he feels; that is why he picked the middle stall, after all. The thought of being caught makes his neglected cock twitch.

As if the devil himself has heard and answered Namjoon's prayers, he hears the bathroom door open and someone walk in. Taehyung does not relent on Namjoon, fucking just as hard, fast, and loud.

Although he cannot make out what the newcomer mutters, he does hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down and the person pissing. This sends a delicious thrill of shame through Namjoon, and he practically cums on himself knowing he can be heard getting fucked so good.

"Squeezing me so fucking tight," Taehyung groans, tightening his grip on Namjoon's hair. "You like having an audience, huh?"

Namjoon mutters uselessly as he attempts to nod his head. Pleasure sears through Namjoon's veins white hot and overwhelming as tears pool in his eyes and he worries he might not be able to hold off his orgasm much longer.

"Show me just how much you like it," Taehyung commands as his hand leaves Namjoon's hip to lift his shirt up over his stomach and grab onto the tip of his cock. Namjoon's eyes squeeze shut and he whimpers loudly as the third party washes their hands in the sink and Taehyung growls, "Cum for me."

It takes two tugs of his cock before Namjoon cums in Taehyung's hand, legs quaking beneath him as his body tenses and relaxes, torn asunder by intense pleasure. Taehyung moans softly in Namjoon's ear, deep voice breaking around air as he mutters, "Fuck, that took no time at all. What a good, obedient boy."

"Thank you, daddy," Namjoon mindlessly mutters into the wet fabric that gags him, mind temporarily broken as he forgets where he is and who he is with.

Taehyung releases Namjoon's hair and his cock, letting his shirt fall and undoubtedly get cum onto it. Then he pulls the soiled tie from Namjoon's mouth and presses cum-covered fingers to his lips.

"Clean my fingers, little pet," Taehyung instructs and Namjoon does as he is told, licking his own release as best as he can while Taehyung continues to pound his increasingly overstimulated ass.

"I want you to get hard and cum for me one more time," Taehyung instructs. "Can you do that for me?"

"I can try," Namjoon mutters, voice broken and dreamy.

"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you," Taehyung responds, voice sharp—almost angry. "I think what you meant to say was, Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir," Namjoon parrots, arms hanging limp and head threatening to slam into the stall door as Taehyung returns his hand to Namjoon's cock and begins to stroke him.

Namjoon whimpers and does his best to relax as he becomes erect once more. He is determined to be obedient just for Taehyung, and he hopes more strangers come into the bathroom and overhear them.

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skully-64 · 1 year

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so I wrote a fic about Ed being neurodivergent. But neurodivergence wasn't really discovered back then, so he's not having a good time (this may or may not be accurate, while I suspect I am neurodivergent in some way I have not been diagnosed) (also this is a parental mustang fic) (both Ed and mustang are probably out of character, but this is my first completed fic and I did my best)

Ever since Ed could remember there was always something a little different about him. Something that people always notice is his hatred of milk. His hatred of milk is often assumed to just be a hatred of the flavor, and now he goes along with it so he doesn't have to explain that it's the texture he dislikes. When he was a kid in the country everyone decided that was just how Ed was. He hated the texture of milk, but that was just Ed. there were other things he struggled with regarding food. Sometimes he’d be happily eating dinner one second, and the next he'd be gagging and rushing to the trash to spit it out, with no other explanation than his body just rejected it. His brain no longer classified it as food. But that was just Ed. he was like that sometimes. Something that people don't notice is when ed hates the texture of an object. That's much harder to explain. Why does Ed avoid these plushies and blankets at all cost? It's because he doesn't like the way they feel, although there was much more to it than that, it's the only way Ed could explain. And the others accepted it, because that's just Ed.Another odd thing about Ed is his obsession with alchemy. He’d read all of the books in Hohenheim's study at least five times each by the age of six, and if you asked him about alchemy he could talk to you for hours! Not that anyone who asked minded, they loved seeing how happy he was when he talked about it. That was just Ed! Hearing this, anyone would think he got good grades at school, after all he seems like quite the little genius, right? No. he often came home with notes saying he was a distraction in class, that he could never sit still, that he’d doodle all over his chalkboard, and that he could get good grades if he could simply just apply himself. Ed was always frustrated with these notes, especially that last one…how could he “apply himself” more when he was already doing his best? While Granny and Mom never did, Ed’s teacher always compared him to Al. Al could sit still during class. Al wasn't a distraction. Al didnt doodle on his chalkboard (after he was told not to at least). Al was always polite. And Al got perfect grades. Ed couldn't help it though, if he wasn't doing something then he couldn't pay attention to the lesson. The books they had to read were hard too, not that Ed was having difficulty understanding the words, but that he would get through a page and find that he didn't remember a single thing that happened in it. But like everything else, that was just Ed. it's how he was, and everyone has their little quirks too, Ed just happened to have a bit more than others. Mom, Granny, Al, and Winry didn't treat Ed differently because of this, they all accepted that it was just how Ed was.

When Ed got his state alchemist’s license and started his journey, it started to feel like it was just Ed who was like that… The “Mandatory fun” nights that the military seemed so fond of weren’t fun for anyone, least of all Ed, who already felt out of place, being the only one there below the age of eighteen. He was one of the few people there that couldn't drink, and it only made it worse when his brain decided that the food he had was no longer edible. He tried to explain the first couple times it happened, but eventually just gave up, and lied about not being hungry anytime that happened. Or the times where he had to share a hotel room with someone, and the blankets were a bad texture. He did try to explain this too, but was brushed off as being some whiny kid. So even if he hated it, and even if it made his skin crawl, and every part of his body was screaming at him to get away from it, he still slept with the blankets, and never brought it up again when this happened. He slept with his coat on though. For the first few months after he became a state alchemist, Ed answered any question about alchemy in the same way he did as a kid, by talking about it for far too long, and while state alchemists are supposed to know about alchemy, it's their job after all, it was known around base that if you asked the Fullmetal alchemist about it, you need to have some free time because he won’t stop talking about it for hours. Ed didn't know this until one day he overheard someone talking about how annoying Ed was. Well, he didn't say Ed specifically, he was annoyed that it took so long to get an answer to a simple question about alchemy, but with how Ed felt hearing that, he may as well have just called Ed an annoying little kid. After that Ed answered alchemy questions quickly and to the point, giving no more information than what was asked for.

When Ed was a little kid in resembool, for the most part he just felt like a regular little kid, the only times he felt different was when his teacher yelled at him. But now he felt more out of place than ever. Like there was something wrong with him, or like he was broken in some way. Why couldn't he eat like everyone else? Why did stupid things like blankets bother him so much when no one else even noticed them? Why couldn't he tell when he was being annoying? Why couldn't he just sit still?

Why couldn't he just be normal?

Tears stung Ed’s eyes as he thought about it, although he’d never let them spill. A voice tore him from his thoughts, bringing him back to the tiny hotel room, the pillow he’d been hiding his face in, and the uncomfortable blankets he'd been avoiding. “Fullmetal, are you ok?” Mustang looked over to him, now showing mild concern. “Yeah I’m fine, why?” Ed hoped to convince the Colonel that he was just tired, although he didn't seem quite convinced. “Do you want a different blanket?” Ed looked up at Mustang, confused why he’d ask something like that, and also a bit embarrassed that he’d noticed Ed’s reluctance to even touch the blanket. “I heard the last time you stayed here you didn't like the blankets. And this time you only touched them with your automail. So do you want a different blanket?” That was two years ago. How did Mustang know about that? He wasn't even there. Did he hear about it then and just remember it all this time? Or did he somehow hear about it after the hotel was booked? “I-” Ed started to speak, but quickly stopped himself. Since when was colonel bastard this nice. If he asked for a different blanket would he think he was just some whiny kid? Would he even get him a different blanket? Would he think it was stupid that Ed cared this much about some dumb blanket? Ed thought it was stupid that he cared this much about some dumb blanket…

“Fullmetal?” Mustang was looking at him.“I-I’m fine! The blanket here is good!” Ed wasn't the best liar, and Mustang could see right through him. “And you’re not just going to use your coat as a blanket after I fall asleep, like last time?” “Uh…” well he hit the nail right on the head with that… Mustang sighed. it was obvious that Ed was uncomfortable with the blankets, but refused to admit it for some reason. “I’m going to go out for a little while, you stay in here, ok, Fullmetal?” Mustang said while putting on his coat, and grabbing one of the room keys.

Ed could tell he did something wrong. He was pretty sure that the Colonel was upset with him, but he wasn't exactly sure why. Even if it was because he lied about the blankets, it caused him less work… “He’s probably just sick of babysitting some problem child..” Ed thought to himself. Of course it was his own fault. Ed didn't need babysitting, and no one asked him to anyway. He and Al could take care of themselves…

Ed’s thoughts were interrupted by the room door opening. Mustang walked into the room holding a much comfier looking blanket than what was in the room. Mustang wordlessly tossed it at Ed, who still wondered why the colonel was doing this…why he seemed to care so much. “You need sleep for this mission. You already don't get the best sleep anyway, and I'd rather it didn't get worse.” Mustang said after noticing Ed’s confusion. Ah…that was the reason…Ed was weirdly…disappointed?...he couldn't say why though..it made sense though….It was also embarrassing that mustang knew about the nightmares…he found out the first time they were forced to share a hotel room…one with more comfortable blankets. “So, why don't you like the blankets?” Ed, already snuggled into new blanket, looked over at Musang with a somewhat conflicted expression “I just-…I don’t-…” a frustrated expression appeared on Ed’s face before he sighed and seemed to have settled on saying “Look, they're just uncomfortable, ok.” “Edward, that’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve seen you used leaves and moss as a blanket before. if it was “just uncomfortable" you'd complain and use the blanket anyway, You wouldn't be trying to hide it and staring at a blanket like it's some kind of venomous snake. So are you gonna tell me what’s got you so freaked out about this?” The bastard clearly knew Ed better than he thought. “Can we just turn the lights off and to bed already? I'm tired.” Mustang sighed and got up “Ok.” he said, turning out the lights.

A few minutes passed, neither of them knew how many, until Ed spoke “Hey, bastard?” “Yes, Fullmetal?” “H-.....Has anyone ever asked you a question that you know if you answer they won't get it, and they might think you sound kinda crazy?” “...”“Colonel?” “Yeah. I think so.”

Ed took a deep breath and seemed to hesitate for a bit, questioning if he really wanted to say this or not. Eventually it seemed he came to a decision. “I-it's not that the blankets are uncomfortable..,well, they are, but it's something…more? Like…it's not painful but…I don’t know. It just feels…Wrong. Like I shouldn't touch it” He sighed “…I don't know. It's stupid.” Mustang looked over at Ed, even if he couldn't see him through the darkness. “Not if it's effecting you this much.” “Huh?” “If it's effecting you like that, it’s not stupid.”

Ed remained quiet for a little while, thinking… “What if it was more than just blankets?..” “Is it more than just blankets?” “....Yeah..” “How much more?” Mustang asked, sitting up and turning on the lamp on his bedside table “It’s food too I guess…but it's different for that.” “In what way?” Ed still looked somewhat reluctant, but spoke anyway “Sometimes I’ll be eating something, and halfway through I guess my body decides that it's not edible anymore…I usually just tell people I'm not hungry though.” “Is there anything else?” Mustang asked, slightly concerned and wondering how long this had been going on for without his knowledge “Um…m-maybe?” Ed said, looking away “I don’t know if it's related..” “Even if it isn't, you can still tell me,” Mustang assured. “I guess I have trouble focusing? It normally helps when I’m doing something, but then it looks like I'm not paying attention, so I don't do that as much…when I was in school I drew stuff, but the teacher didn't like that…” Mustang nodded “If you need to, you can draw when i give you assignments” “Ok” “Is there anything else?” Mustang asked once more “Probably. I dunno. It feels like there’s always something wrong with me.” “There’s nothing wrong with you, kid”

Ed looked up at the Colonel, Tears in his eyes threatening to spill “Are you sure? Because it feels like there is. If there’s really nothing wrong then why can’t I eat normally!!? Why can't I read normally!?! And why is it so hard to sleep with that stupid fucking blanket?!?!”

Mustang walked over and sat next to Ed on the edge of his bed “Like I said, kid, there’s nothing wrong with you, ok? There’s just something a little different. I don’t know exactly how, but there’s nothing wrong, just different.” Ed sniffled a little, seemingly having calmed down a little. “So…I’m not broken?” “No. Of course not” “Ok” There was silence for a little while, other than the occasional sniffle from Edward.

When he was sure Ed had calmed down, Mustang broke the silence and asked “Do you know how long It’s been like this?” “Um…as far back as I can remember…although it almost feels like it’s gotten worse since moving away…I didn't really notice most of it back then” Mustang nodded, although he was a little worried that Ed didn’t tell him any of this over the past two years he’d been in Mustang’s command. He was really hiding it this long… “If it effects you again, and you need help, you can tell me. I’ll help if you need, ok?” Ed looked up at Mustang, looking almost confused “Since when did you care so much?” Mustang never thought he’d say these next words to anyone. “It’s my job to care about this sort of thing. Not only am I your commanding officer, but I was also listed as one of your legal guardians when you joined the military”

Mustang could practically hear Hues celebrating the adoption of his new “nephew”. He just had to make sure Hues never heard that he said that “W-wait! Guardian?!!??” Ed scowled at him. At least he’s feeling better. “Yes, of both you and Alphonse. Did you really think they’d let a twelve year old into the military without a legal guardian’s permission? Without a guardian at all?” “But what about Granny!?! She-” Mustang cut him off “Was not listed as your guardian at the time you signed up for the military. Although I did get her permission. She assumed that you’d get into trouble, and that you’d need a legal adult to help you out of it at some point. I was the one that brought you here, so it fell on me to take care of you two” “W-well if you are listed as my guardian, and you know about everything then I will ask you for help. Not that I need it. I've gotten this far” Ed said, trying to sound confident and somewhat failing at it. “Ok. whenever you need help, you can ask, and I’ll help” a few minutes passed before either said anything. Mustang had home back to his own bed across the room when he heard Ed say, just barely above a whisper

“Promise?” Mustang smiled at him

“Yeah, I promise.”

#edward elric #autistic edward elric #adhd edward elric #nuerodivergent edward elric #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fma brotherhood #fma fanfiction #fullmetal alchemist fanfiction #fanfiction #parental roy mustang #roy mustang #parental mustang

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alex-supremacy4 · 5 months

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freezing cold.

lowercase on purpose, but doesm't apply to roleplays?? idk

just lore

tw : mentions of death (very brutal), rotting flesh (if that counts as a tw) and uhh a bit of sh? (gotta look closely....)

"am?" rory called. his little sister hadn't been in the house for about a day.. and it smelt like something was rotting. but he'll find out what later. was she still out with her friends? was she murdered? was she the killer herself, and ran away in order to not be suspected? what if she got kidnapped and she'll never be found again? what if.. nah, he's probably overthinking it. but wh-

he slaps himself. it hurt, but he couldn't handle those thoughts. she's probably upset about something, because she would've responded by now. rory places the drink and bag down onto the dinner table by his side, walking upstairs.

he meets with her bedroom door. the scent of rotting flesh got stronger. kathy gagged at the sudden strength of the smell. "amaya. i know that you are upset about mom dying, but please. you can't just stop eating for days, just because of her death. she's.. how do i say this. just gone forever." no response. not even shuffling or a single sound. just flies.

"..please." he frowned. "just work with me, i'm really trying my best here. i want to be the best brother i could." nothing. he swore she came home. he heard the door open on his audio recorder. but it disconnected seconds later. was it the battery?

he twisted the doorknob, praying it was unlocked. it was. the door creaked, opening slightly. "am?.." he said, his voice sounding panicked. he opens the door completely, but it was stopped by something that was in the way. he squeezed through the narrow space in the door. but halfway in, he heard a thud along with the door finally busting open.

"holy fuck. it smells like something's rotting in here." he gags again, shutting the door. it felt so cold.. it's dim and he's afraid of looking away, but he looks back at the door, the bottom being splotched with.. dried blood. or he "hoped" so. he looked to his left.

blood. lots of it. a knife. the window was left ajar.

what the actual fuck happened??

to his rig.. ht.

he froze like a deer in headlights. kathy stared at the corpse in front of him. it was his own sister. amaya. her.. out of all people. her throat was slit, but that was the only injury she had. nothing else.

"amaya." rory said, his lip trembling. his vision became blurry. was he crying? he fell to his knees, down to her level. he stared at her lifeless eyes.. and they were staring right into his. he shook his head, tears falling from his eyes. "no no no NO NO!" his hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. he slammed the floorboards, sobbing violently. "i'm so fucking sorry.." he mumbled, looking up at the corpse. "i'm so sorry i couldn't be the greatest brother. i'm sorry i couldn't be the brother you wanted or would've loved to have.." he choked on his words, continuing to sob. he fell next to her corpse. "i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.." he repeated. he heard a loud ringing noise, repeating those words faster and faster as the ringing got louder.

rory startled awake. he wiped his eyes, his bandages brushing against his half dried tears and wiping the remains. he was having those stupid dreams again.. he wanted to make it stop. he wished it would never come back to his brain again. he wanted to forget what happened. looking around the room, he sees enoch right there.

"..how much?" rory questions. confused, enoch responds with "what? what do you mean?" he sighs and repeats. "how much of that did you hear?" the room became silent after. he sighs and gets up. "just forget it. we have work to do here. i don't want to get fired or yelled at again."

(i was tired while makung thia idk)

#alex is the flesh man #flesh man alex #alex is the fleshman #b #im going insane #help plz #khel fics #RORY LORE #KATHY LORE #RORY/KATHY LORE #Aaauugghhjgjgjgjhjkroeooeorltg #;-; erm

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fiapartridge · 9 months

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can we get some will and daisy when daisy realizes she might have feelings for him?

omg will comes to daisy's house back in michigan. will is 17, daisy's 16.

after hearing a knock, daisy opens the front door. she's excited. she ordered a package last week and was told that it was going to be delivered today. when she opens the door, her smile is immediately gone. "oh. it's you."

will smirks. "what, don't want me here?"

"i'd want anyone but you actually."

"ouch," he smiles before slipping through the door and sitting down on the couch in the living room.

"come on in, i guess," daisy rolls her eyes, following him into the house. she crosses her arms, standing in front of him. "why are you even here?"

"if you didn't know, i'm friends with your brother."

"gee, thought you were just my stalker," she sarcastically remarks. he's been coming over for the past year and for the past year, he’s come up with a new reason for her to “give in” and be with him. “so, what’s it today? are you gonna say that you have irresistible eyes and that i must make you mine?”

will leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “you stare at my eyes?”

daisy scoffs, almost wanting to gag a little. “you are so full of yourself, you know that?”

“you’re gonna like me some day, daisy. maybe even today,” he shrugs.

“yeah? well you’re gonna have to take your big ego elsewhere today. gabe’s not here,” she says, walking back to the door and holding it open for him.

will stands up, following her. he meets her at the door. “well it’s good i’m not here for gabe, huh?”

“my mom’s married, smitty.”

will grins. “i’m taking you out.”

daisy’s brows raise. “if you haven’t figured it out yet, i’m not into you,” she walks closer, only inches away from him, her head angling up and a smile resting on her lips. “i heard sydney is. maybe you’ll have a better chance with her.”

wil leans down. “yeah? well, maybe i don’t want sydney. maybe i want a stubborn brat that can’t make decisions for shit.”

“hey! we missed one exit on that freeway!”

“because you couldn’t decide if it was supposed to be that exit or the next exit even though google maps was clearly saying it was that one.”

“yeah? well, i don’t want an egotistical asshole that has a brain the size of an m&m.”

will smirks. “you know what’s not the size of an m&m?”

daisy pushes his shoulder. “you’re disgusting.”

they’re silent for a moment before will comes closer. he’s more serious. “what will it take?”

“for what?”

“for you to like me.”

daisy rolls her eyes. “oh, i don’t know, stop coming here? stop eating all of our food, stop talking to me, stop walking in like you own the place?”

“come on, daisy. i’m practically begging at this point.”

“i don’t even know why you want me.” she furrows her brows. “what, is it because i don’t want you? i’m not gonna be your little groupie, okay?”

will laughs.

he laughs.

“you think i want a “one and done” type of situation?” he places his hand under her chin, raising her head to look at him. he shakes his head. “i’m in it for the long haul. and i’m gonna spend every day you’re unsure, proving it to you.”

daisy pauses. is will actually serious? when she looks at him again, she realizes that his words are true, that he does like her— more than a fling, than a check on his list of girls to hook up with.

will wanted daisy to be there when he wakes up and when he goes to sleep, to be there at his games and wear his name on her back, to kiss her after good and bad games. he wanted her every second, every minute, and every single day.

and daisy was fucked.

because maybe she wanted that too.

#perreault!sister x will smith

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alaskarostova · 2 years

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@slasherholic

I worked extra shifts at both my jobs this week so my brain is empty of horny only angst/fluff??? Not sure which plz enjoy.

Being Asa's victim wife and your both invited to his bosses house for Thanksgiving, along with a few others of his co workers. Usually he refuses to celebrate, something that both suprised and relieved you. (No having to bake a whole feast and play house) But this year he is obligated, if he wants to keep his position as head of entomology in the museum and perhaps get a raise. So he pushes down the emotion he dosent understand that's taken place in his chest and pleasantly agrees to attend.

You only know something is wrong before you leave for the dinner. You go to grab the simple lilac dress that you know he likes best on you. When its roughly snatched from your grasp and placed back on the shelf. "No." Is all the explanation you get before he shoves a dark green one at you instead.

The drive there isnt much better. The atmosphere in the car has lessened in its intensy after many months of carefully obeying and never leaving his side on the rare times he let's you leave the house. But its returned with full force tonight. Although his expression hasn't changed, his knuckles are white from gripping the wheel.

No one at the dinner seems to notice Asa's mood. You both play your parts well until it's time to head to the dining room. You take your place next to Asa at the long mahogany table as the plates are served. Your lightly chatting with the women next to you when you feel his hand on your leg. You sneak a look at Asa after a lull in the conversation with the woman.

You've been his "wife" for almost two years now and know every little tell of his. But this is something you've never seen before. To everyone else he is simply slowly enjoying his dinner, but you see the situation for what it really is. Hes forcing himself to eat. You remember the hesitation you used to have when you first started cooking for him. Your stomach rolling as you forced bite after bite into your mouth when all you really wanted was to spit it out and gag.

You cant understand the reaction hes having. You've never seen him like this. Hes sweating for gods sakes.

You gently place your hand on top of his. Rubbing the fake wedding ring slowly, then his knuckles. Out of the corner of your eye you see him take a shaky breath. This is new territory for the both of you, in the back of your mind you realize this just might be the only time you'll ever have even the slightest control over him.

You take his hand in yours.

Faces you face expression for just a second before putting back on the face he wears when he plays the doting husband.

His boss must have seen because he comments on how hes never seen such a lovely couple. You turn and smile. You start talking. You say all sorts of things. Some truth some lies. How Asa takes such good care of you. How he dosent mind your medical condition that leaves you home bound most days. How much of a joy it is to see him return home happy after a hard days work and talk about the new species that arrived or hatched. You've become so used to playing wife that everyone pays attention, no one sees that Asa has stopped eating. By the end of the little speech you can see from his bosses smile you've won him over.

You make up some excuse about how such a lovely has tired you and Asa guides you with an arm around your waist as you both say your goodbyes.

When you both walk out Asa checks to see if anyone is looking before he begins fast walking, almost a sprint to the edge of the woods the property has when he vomits up his dinner. Hes shaking by the time hes just dry heaving and gasping for air. You slowly kneel down next to him. Cautious as a deer as you offer him a tissue you keep in your purse. He slowly takes it hand shaking as he spits before wiping his mouth and chin.

You both sit in silence for a moment. Then you carefully put your arms around him.

You cant believe your doing this. Your mind is split in half. One side screaming at the other for comforting the man you has brought you so much pain, so much suffering. Trapping you in this fake life until your inevitable death at his hands. The other side, which has grown more in control over the years simply wants to comfort your husband.

Asa, for a moment, and just a moment closes his eyes and leans into your arms. You place a small kiss to his head before he pulls back and stands. Hes back in control now. Whatever happened in there to shake him this badly has passed. It's time to put the roles you both play back in the correct order.

Once you return home you both follow your nightly routine as usual. By time he turns off the light and settles in bed your almost asleep. But awake enough to feel the arms that slip over your waist and pull you flush against him. And a gentle kiss on your head.

You fall asleep knowing this moment of normalcy with will disappear the moment the sun rises. He'll go back to his sadistic narcissist self. But in this moment you feel the claws of the monster known as Stockholm Syndrome dig in just that bit deeper. But this time its reached the bone. Theres not any room deeper to go.

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the-ragingenby · 7 months

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AO3 Crosspost:

As much as it behooves me to do these prompts out of order, the thing I got planned for the second one is like an extra epilogue thingy for the fic I gotta finish. So. It’ll come out when it comes out.

Anyway. Here it is. 20 minutes late.

Don’t ask why, just enjoy.

@flufftober

Prompt: “Wait, you love me?” - “I always have.”

~3350 words

“Wait, you love me?” - “We always have, you dork.”

“Did you hear that Mic and Eraser are together now?” Thirteen announced from their desk in the teacher’s lounge. Midnight rolled her eyes.

“That’s old news. Anyone with a working pair of eyes knows that by now.” Midnight snickered. “Though, it was kinda funny watching Ms. Joke flirting with Aizawa.”

“Well, I felt rather sorry for him, the poor guy.” Toshinori murmured, mostly to himself. He’d known about Hizashi and Aizawa for ages, which still surprised him a little. He didn’t think they trusted him much, especially with something as personal as their relationship status, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

“You are just too sweet, Toshinori!” Midnight gushed. Toshinori felt his mouth twitch, but he kept his polite smile. He wasn’t sure if she was just joking around…or maybe it’s at his own expense. “You’re a much better person than me. I’ll be making fun of him for ages.”

That’s not necessarily true. Toshinori sighed softly. I’m not that great of a person at all.

“I wish you people would find something better to do than just gossip all the time.” Eraser grumbled as he stalked into the teacher’s lounge, fixing them with his usual glower. His glare eased slightly though, as he caught sight of Toshinori. “Oh, good morning, Toshinori.” There was the faintest ghost of a smile on Aizawa’s face before he turned away to get what he really came in here for: another cup of coffee.

“Toshinori,” Midnight whined, draping herself over his shoulder. “How’d you do it? You got him to smile. He won’t even acknowledge the rest of us, that jerk.” She directed her words mostly towards Aizawa, who was pointedly ignoring her now.

Toshinori shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure.” He really wasn’t. He, Aizawa, and Hizashi had started hanging out together after school when they realized they lived in the same apartment complex.

At first, it was just out of politeness, but once Hizashi started crashing his place to insist that Toshinori makes the best bento boxes and Aizawa tagged along, he knew he wouldn’t be able to shake them.

Which has now resulted in the predicament he’s currently in. He may have, perhaps, developed a little crush on the both of them. Just a small one that’s totally not eating up his remaining brain cells. Of course I couldn’t settle for just one, but I just had to want both of them. Maybe I’ve lost it. “It’s because he’s just a big sweetheart. I mean, look at him!” Present Mic piped up, materializing in the doorway and skipping over to Toshinori.

He nudged Midnight away, taking her place draping over Toshinori’s shoulder. “Booo. That’s such a basic answer. Everyone knows that.” Midnight huffed, twirling her whip in her hands. Present Mic stuck out his tongue at her.

“So childish, the both of you.” Eraser chuckled, heading over to plant a gentle kiss on Mic’s cheek before escaping from the lounge.

“Awww. Gross.” Midnight pretended to gag, laughing as Mic fixed her with a halfhearted glare from behind his shades.

“See you later, Toshinori?” Mic asked, pressing his cheek to Toshinori’s own. Toshinori felt himself grow warm with embarrassment.

“Uh, y-yeah. Sure.” Mic smiled and tapped Toshinori’s nose with a finger playfully, before darting off to pester Eraser.

Toshinori pressed a hand to his mouth to contain the little scream that threatened to escape. Sometimes, he wished he could be part of what they had. The little affections the pair gave each other throughout the day, Toshinori could admit he was just a little jealous. But that isn’t right. You have to be happy for your friends. Even if it hurts.

“You okay?” Midnight interrupted his thoughts, her head tipped gently with concern. Toshinori tugged his hand away, pulling on his usual smile.

“Yeah. Never better.”

“–and that’s how far I’ve gotten with my training for One For All. I’ve gotten a little better at using Air Force, but I’ll need a little more practice with the gloves. Oh, and I’ve been able to keep One For All consistently at thirty-percent! I think that’s a pretty good accomplishment and…All Might, are you listening?” Izuku blinked, wide-eyed, at Toshinori, who was jolted from his thoughts.

“Oh! Um, of course, young Midoriya. I was just thinking about…something.” Toshinori tried to smile, but it faltered as Izuku stared at him. His eyes were bright, searching and trying to figure out how to help. How to save him.

Toshinori felt a newfound fondness for his successor wash over him. Young Midoriya is really doing his best. This time, though, there isn’t anything he can do. I’d better not worry him. Toshinori smiled brightly, reaching out to pat Izuku’s head. “Not to worry, young Midoriya! It’s nothing All Might can’t handle!”

Izuku smiled. He believed him. Of course he did. Now if only I could believe me.

After listening to the rest of Izuku’s updates, Toshinori let him go, encouraging him to enjoy his lunch with his friends. “Are you sure? I can stay, if you’d like.” Izuku murmured. Toshinori could only laugh.

“Go on, young Midoriya. Enjoy yourself.” Toshinori insisted. With a bright smile, Izuku nodded and left the room, leaving Toshinori alone with his thoughts.

“Geez.” He whispered, rubbing a hand over his face. “I really need to pull myself together.”

“Toshi! This is where you’re always hiding, huh?” Toshinori froze, slowly turning to see Hizashi and Aizawa peeking in through the doorway.

“Ah, um, well…” Toshinori looked away, a little embarrassed. He wasn’t sure why, but even the pair just being near him made him feel all fluttery.

“Don’t mind him. Think he’s had a bit too much coffee today.” Aizawa sighed, sitting a respectful distance from Toshinori on the couch. Hizashi quickly took the spot of his other side, leaning gently against Toshinori as he began nibbling at his lunch.

“Sorry.” Toshinori felt the need to apologize. I don’t want them to feel like I’ve been avoiding them or anything. Even if I kinda am. “I just wanted to give you guys your lunch time together, at least.”

Hizashi snickered, shoveling a ball of rice into his mouth before thoughtfully pressing his chopsticks to his lips. “We get plenty of time together. But we wanna spend time with you too.”

“If you don’t mind.” Aizawa quickly tacked on, eyeing Hizashi reproachfully. Hizashi stuck out his tongue in response. Toshinori blinked, a little surprised at the sentiment, but managed a mild smile.

“I appreciate it.” He murmured, leaning back on the couch a little, with Hizashi moving with him, only shifting a little to get more comfortable.

“Have you eaten yet?” Hizashi asked once he’d finished most of his lunch. Toshinori hesitated for a brief moment before replying. I mean, I didn’t but I’ll do it later. I don’t want to worry them.

“Uh, yeah.” Apparently his hesitation gave him away, because now they were both eyeing him suspiciously. I forgot how hard it is to lie to them. Without a word, Aizawa took one of his lunch containers, which happened to be empty, and portioned out some rice and sausage from his own lunch.

Hizashi dragged the newly filled container over and slid on a few assorted vegetables and sacrificed one of his sushi rolls. “Toshi, you need to take care of yourself properly.” Hizashi chastised playfully, booping Toshinori’s nose with his chopsticks.

Aizawa pulled out a disposable set of chopsticks and placed them beside Toshinori’s newly obtained container of food. “Here. Eat up, okay?” He encouraged gently, glaring fiercely when Hizashi was about to subject the poor guy to another prod, seemingly freezing him in his tracks. “And, if you want, we’ll take you out to eat later. My treat.”

Toshinori didn’t know what to say. He was already having a hard time holding back his tears. Why are they just so damn perfect? “U-um, no, t-that’s alright. You two have done so much for me already.” Toshinori opened the chopsticks and took a mouthful before he could make more of a fool of himself. I’m an idiot. But I don’t want to interrupt their date either. Hah, why is this so hard?

“Toshi, you’ve gotta say yes.” Hizashi whined, putting down his now empty container to cuddle himself more snugly into Toshinori’s uninjured side. “Shota’s been mean and has been depriving me of sweets. You’ve gotta come and bully him into getting me something. He’ll do anything for you.”

“Hizashi, behave.” Aizawa grumbled, though he did not refute anything his partner was saying, Toshinori realized after a moment. He closed his eyes to take a moment to collect himself, and stop himself from spontaneously combusting. When Toshinori reopened them, Aizawa met his gaze with a soft fondness, before his eyes quickly darted away to look elsewhere. I want to but I can’t. They’re together, plain and simple. I don’t want to get in the way of that.

Toshinori plastered on his best smile. “I don’t want to intrude on your, uh, outing? Date, maybe?” He looked away, not wanting to see whatever expression was on their faces. “But thank you for the meal. It…means a lot.” He added more quietly.

That evening, Toshinori was dragged out of his apartment by Aizawa and Hizashi to go out for dinner anyway. He could find nothing to complain about, which in turn made it even harder for him to keep his feelings bottled up, pushed into the bottom of his being to make sure it would never see the light of day.

It had been about two weeks since that dinner outing, and if anything, the couple seemed to be growing even closer to Toshinori. Not that he was complaining in the slightest, but now he was acutely aware of every one of Hizashi’s teasing touches or Aizawa’s reassuring pats. It was a little overwhelming to say the least.

“Oh, Toshi!” Hizashi called, lounging on Toshinori’s couch as he walked into the room. “There you are! I’ve been missing you.” Toshinori rolled his eyes.

“I saw you less than an hour ago.” Toshinori chuckled, settling into the small space Hizashi had left for him on the couch. He immediately shifted to rest his head in Toshinori’s lap, humming contentedly.

“Still wayyy too long.” Hizashi huffed, huddling closer. Toshinori couldn’t help but reach his hand down, carefully running it down Hizashi’s back, sort of like petting a cat or a small dog, now that he thought about it. “Your hand feels nice.” Hizashi murmured, a little sleepily, after a few minutes.

“Uh, I’m glad?” Toshinori hesitated, unsure of whether he should take his hand away or–

“Nooooo.” Hizashi whined, arching his back a little into the touch. “Don’t stop, you meanie.” Toshinori swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a brief moment to gather himself. Calm down. This doesn’t mean anything. Just think of him as an oversized, yellow haired, sunglasses-bearing cat.

Shakily, Toshinori continued his massage, if you could call it that. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the bell soon rang, signaling the start of classes. Toshinori nervously cleared his throat. “Um, I guess you’ve got to go now.” He said, gently shaking Hizashi to wake him up fully.

“Mmm. I knowww.” Hizashi stifled a yawn, sitting up just a little. “I’ll see you later, Toshiiii.” Before Toshinori could react, Hizashi planted a soft, chaste kiss on his cheek. Toshinori sat, stunned, as Hizashi got up properly and managed a drowsy wave before slipping from the room.

“W-what??!”

That evening, Toshinori left the school grounds without bothering to say goodbye to anyone. He headed straight home. What am I going to do? Is Hizashi…cheating on Aizawa? With me?? I’m so confused. But I also don’t want to talk to him, because I know I’m going to do something stupid and just make things worse. But then again, he was super sleepy so maybe he didn’t know what he was doing? Maybe it doesn’t mean anything? But what if it does?

Toshinori fiddled with his keys for a brief moment before pushing them into the lock and stepping into his apartment. I just don’t know what to do. When do I ever know what to do? With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto his couch in the living room. On the bright side, it’s the weekend. So all I need to do is just avoid them until school starts again. That sounds easy enough.

It was not, in fact, easy enough.

Toshinori opened his door the next afternoon to find, lo and behold, Aizawa standing outside. “Toshi…hey.” Aizawa blinked at him, his tired eyes alight with worry and concern. “Hizashi and I were wondering if you’d like to come over to our place for dinner. We’d like to talk, if that’s alright.”

Toshinori froze. Shit. I knew this was gonna happen. Maybe I should’ve gone on an impromptu trip to Europe or something. “Um…”

“And before you say anything, I want you to know that we aren’t mad at you or anything and both Hizashi and I have things we’d like to admit to you.” Aizawa continued before Toshinori could outright refuse. “...Please. We, I, really want you there.”

Toshinori let out a soft sigh. These guys really make it hard to say no to them. “Alright.” He relented. Though maybe it was all worth it to see that brilliant smile Aizawa had, even if just for a brief moment.

“Come by in a few, okay?” With that, Aizawa bowed a little before leaving. Toshinori closed the door with a soft click, running his hands over his face. I’m in too deep now. I’ll probably be losing some of my closest friends, but that’s okay. I want them to be happy, even if that means I can’t be around to see it.

Toshinori fixed himself up the best he could and made his way over to Aizawa and Hizashi’s apartment, which was only just down the hall. Shakily, he managed to knock once before the door swung open, revealing a Hizashi with his hair down, resting at his shoulders. A black and white cat sat at his feet. “Toshi! Hi.” He greeted warmly, though his smile looked a little tense. “Uh, thanks for coming. This is Cat.” Hizashi gestured to the ball of fur that turned and made its way farther into the apartment.

“Your cat is named Cat?” Toshinori asked, his apprehension momentarily forgotten. Hizashi laughed.

“Yeah. Well, it was all Aizawa really. He’s like super bad with names. I tried changing it, but Aizawa said he’s got custody or something. It’s grown on me a little though.” Hizashi stepped out from the door frame, motioning for Toshinori to enter. “Please, come on in.”

Toshinori carefully made his way through the couple’s apartment, eventually coming to a dining table that Hizashi encouraged him to sit at, before taking a seat next to him. Toshinori couldn’t bring himself to talk about anything else, instead waiting with bated breath for Aizawa to appear.

Hardly a minute had passed when Aizawa came into the room, setting bowls of rice in front of each person, including the chair he had claimed on Toshinori’s other side. On top of each were neatly sliced pork cutlets. “Hope pork cutlets are okay.” Aizawa murmured. “I can’t make them as well as you can, but they’re edible. So.”

“You’re an excellent cook, Aizawa. No need to sell yourself short.” Toshinori insisted, opening up a new pair of disposable chopsticks and taking a small bite. As I thought. It’s very good.

They ate in silence for a while, with Hizashi finishing the food first, as per usual. Once the dishes had been cleared, Toshinori began to excuse himself, half hoping to escape without having to really talk. “Hang on, Toshi. We…gotta talk now. If you’ll let us.” Hizashi said, strangely serious. Toshinori hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Whatever will be, will be.

“‘Zashi told me about what happened in the “secret” teacher’s lounge, where we normally have lunch together.” Aizawa began, meeting Toshinori’s eyes. “Although I didn’t mind, I’ve told him a million times not to be so forward. That he needs to work up to things like that.”

“But that’s not how I roll.” Hizashi snickered, clamping his mouth shut when Aizawa fixed him with his usual glare.

Carefully, Aizawa took one of Toshinori’s hands, holding it gently. “Although we’re in a committed relationship, and have been for ages, we also have quite a soft spot for you. We’re, uh, enamored, to put it in other words.”

“What he’s trying to say is,” Hizashi continued, taking Toshinori’s other hand. “Is that we like you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. And we wanna date you.” Toshinori’s mouth hung open in shock. I must be hearing things. Maybe I’m going mad.

“Sorry?”

“We wanna date youuu, Toshi.” Hizashi dragged out the words, pressing his lips gently to Toshinori’s hand.

“I…but why?” Toshinori finally found his voice.

“You are…extraordinarily kind. Working one on one with students, encouraging them to push themselves, while always taking time to hear about their problems. And you’re one of the most caring, empathetic people I’ve had the pleasure of working with in a long time.” Aizawa let out a breathy laugh, squeezing Toshinori’s hand just a little tighter. “Is it any wonder why we like you so much?”

Toshinori couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s what anyone would do. I’m not special.”

“For being such a great teacher, you sure can be dense sometimes.” Hizashi sighed. “We don’t want anyone else. We want you.”

“Please.” Aizawa added softly, pressing forehead to Toshinori’s hand.

Toshinori doesn’t know what to make of it. Maybe they’re just messing with me. It just doesn’t make sense otherwise. “I don’t really think you guys would want someone who looks like he’s aged 30 years in the span of a few months.”

To his surprise, Hizashi started laughing, shoulders trembling with the effort to stifle his snickers. Aizawa fixed him with an even sharper glare before returning his attention to Toshinori. “We are truly serious about you, you know.” He whispered. “We don’t care about your looks or anything like that. We care about you.”

Toshinori opened his mouth to give them something, anything, to just refuse him and let him wallow in self-pity. Stop getting your hopes up. “Hey, no more self-deprecating talk, yeah? Otherwise, we’ll have to shut you up ourselves.”

“And how do you intend to do that–" Toshinori was cut off when Aizawa, shockingly enough, moved forward to press a soft kiss to Toshinori’s lips. Without even thinking about it, Toshinori leaned into it, following Aizawa’s lead before he pulled away.

“Sorry.” He breathed, still just a few inches away from Toshinori’s face. “I just couldn’t restrain myself anymore.”

“And you’re always telling me to behave myself.” Hizashi muttered, huffing. “I wanted to kiss him too!”

“You already got to, so it was my turn.” Aizawa shot back, before hesitating for a moment. “I’m really sorry. Was that too much? I probably should’ve asked first.”

“See? You’re just as down bad as me.” Hizashi teased. Aizawa pointedly ignored him.

Toshinori blinked, still a little stunned. “No, no. Um…that was perfect. You were perfect.”

“So does that mean you’ll date us?” Hizashi flashed his best puppy-dog eyes at Toshinori. “We promise to treat you super duper well, and spoil the shit outta you. You deserve it.” Maybe, for once, he can be selfish. Just once.

“Alright.” Toshinori breathed, and was then immediately engulfed in a tight, but careful, hug on both sides.

“Love you.” Aizawa murmured against Toshinori’s shoulder.

“Love y’all more.” Hizashi shot back.

“Wait, you love me?” Toshinori was a little stunned. Love is certainly a step up from like.

“We always have, you dork.” Hizashi was quick to reply, with Aizawa voicing his soft agreement.

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Small Stories Hour: Darkspace Portent

Chill

↳ "Uh…so actually..."

"No!" Esther yelped, laughing around her mouthful of ice cream and hitting Warren's shoulder with the back of her hand. "Don't you dare."

Warren gingerly placed the next spoonful onto his tongue and made a face, smacking the creamy frozen treat around his palate before ultimately deciding his first instinct had been correct. "Yeah…sorry, you talked a big game but I'm not feeling this." He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and dug around the contents of the cup for a piece of blueberry and gave it one more try, chewing through the odd combination of the tart fruit and the caramel ginger ice cream. "What…the hell kind of health-nut bullshit is this? This isn't dessert, this is fraud."

Esther laughed again and stomped her foot. "Don't! Oh my god, you're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

Warren grinned at her, casually sweeping his eyes over the shadows cast on her face from the sunset through the trees on the other side of the street. "You swore up and down on this weirdness, calling me all sorts of names for not believing you, so I think this deserves at least a week's worth of retaliation."

Stirring her own melting honey-topped ice cream around in its cup, Esther groaned. "I guess it could be worse."

"It could be, and it just might be. I just hit an almond." Warren made a show of gagging.

"Stop eating it if you hate it so much, then!" She snatched the cup from him. "Who invited you anyway?"

"You did," he said, tossing the spoon in the trash as they passed. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "The words were 'wanna grab some fraudulent ice cream, you fucking child?'"

Esther laughed again. "Well, you're definitely being a child about this."

They stopped at the pier and watched the fishing boats bobbing along with the current down the shore. Esther combined their ice creams and finished them herself, letting out a loud belch after the last bite that echoed across the bay.

"Mm, real humbling, Esther," Warren quipped.

"Wanna go to my place and make out?"

Warren inhaled sharply, observing a particularly large boat that circled the dock, blocking some of the smaller ones from view. "What's the second option?"

Esther shrugged. "I got a cold mouth."

Warren risked glancing at her just as she winked and stuck her tongue out, a wicked smile crossing her pretty features. He chuckled, ignoring the shiver that bolted through him. "Jesus Christ, woman..."

"If you're not up for that, we could watch a movie or binge that new show, uh…what's it called..."

"Back up a second," Warren said. "Were you being serious?"

Esther looked at him, holding her purse under her arm and tilting her head. "…Was I?"

Warren idly stroked his stubble and took in the way her eyes manifested an amber glow when exposed to direct sunlight. A vague and persistent something tugged at the back of his brain as he noted her minimal use of makeup and the small beauty mark under her right eyebrow, but he couldn't focus enough to place the nagging or give it any mind.

The corners of his mouth turned up. "Were you?"

"I mean, I'm cute, you're cute…I think we should be cute together."

"That's pretty damn bold of you, girl."

"Got somewhere to be?"

Warren cleared his throat and surveyed the area for nosy passers-by. "…You know what? I don't. I'll meet you at your place in twenty."

The sun had long gone by the time they sat in Esther's bed in their underwear after an awkward but fun time getting to know each other that much better, bowls of vanilla ice cream in their possession. The second episode of the latest popular show started on her laptop, perched precariously on Warren's knee. He accidentally dropped a bit of the cold chocolate syrup on his chest.

"Shit."

"You're right," Esther sighed. "Nothing beats the old-fashioned stuff."

"Never doubt me again, Washington. I know what's good."

"Yeah you do."

Warren snorted and shoved her with his elbow. When they finally cleared out the bowls, he wrapped an arm around her and she snuggled against him, settling down to binge the next five episodes of the show before they agreed to talk about what transpired at a later time and fell asleep in each others' arms.

Though, it took Warren a good hour to actually get to sleep at all.

#small stories hour #Darkspace Portent

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Golden girl.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,9K

𖦹 content: service dom!mikey, oral sex (f! & m! receiving), corruption kink, pet names, slight breeding kink, a lot of sexual tension, overstimulation, mention of creampie, choking + gagging, breath play, unprotected sex.

𖦹 pairings: fiancé!manjiro sano x f!reader

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"Come here!", was the first thing he had said the cold night you two had met, and it was a stroke of luck. For Manjiro, not for you. A stroke of luck because you were the most beautiful caramel of sweet illusions to him, you took the bitter taste of the criminal underworld out of his mouth with just a few sincere smiles and carefree bright eyes, even if inside your nervousness was eating away at your brain because you had to invent a convincing excuse when you came home stinking of male cologne more aggressive than the soft, sweet perfume you had been wearing for years.

You were fascinated at first by Sano Manjiro, especially because he was everything you couldn't, shouldn't be. If you followed restrictive rules that served as a glass ceiling to dose your actions and reactions, Manjiro had no rules but his own. If your parents instituted rigid boundaries, Manjiro was willing to break the bonds of them just to have you in his arms for a night or two.

Frankly, your heart knew that your brain was willing to abandon the little crystal slipper polished into a bright but contained future that your parents had forced you to build and focus on, knew that you were willing enough to throw away all your dreams, hopes and loves other than Mikey and accept his outstretched hand with a fidelity collar for you to wear.

It was preferable to losing your parents' trust and having them look at you with disgust and resentment than to lose the love of Sano Manjiro. It was preferable to get told off when you came home after midnight than to not sneak out to ride around Tokyo at nightfall and then make out with Mikey while his body was between your legs and you were sitting on the seat of his motorcycle.

And where were you two going?

To the land of your dreams, obviously. To the one place that bad dreams with your parents couldn't reach you yet: a small house far away from almost everything and everyone, it was practically in the middle of nowhere and you felt more at home there with Manjiro than in your own with your suffocating parents. It was as if he had set up a lonely sanctuary just for the two of you, as if that hovel was a preview of what life would be like for the two of you together after the wedding.

And where were you two going now? There, obviously. Where else would it be?

Your arms were around his waist as you cludded his back without a helmet protecting your face and head, so your nose was sunk against one side of his neck. While you could hear and feel the quiet beats of his heart and the cool breeze beating against the bodies of the two of you, the dainty engagement ring on your finger glowed in the light of the moon that was watching the modern Juliet and Romeo race by.

"Are we there?", you asked with the voice muffled by Manjiro's neck as you felt the motorcycle stop moving and, with that, your body also become inert.

— Uh-hm, princess, you can let go now. — Mikey spoke, caressing your arms around his waist as he finished parking a little way from the cottage house; turning the face away, you saw that there was still a few meters of open forest road leading to the final destination.

Your arms slowly let go around the waist of the man you loved, and seconds later he was helping you off the motorcycle.

— Think you can race me there, princess? — Mikey asked, nodding to the silent hovel, and you glanced nervously at the hem of the midi-length dress you were wearing. And he gave you a reassuring smile before bending down to take the comfortable sandals off your feet to let you feel the icy but strangely comfortable grass against their soles. — C'mon, run with me!

The warm and gentle smile that Manjiro opened for you soon after convinced you to start running almost side by side with him. But he let you win this time because as soon as your breathless body stopped and curved up against the steps of the entrance hall of the cottage a wide, animated smile was drawn on your lips.

It was great to feel the evening breeze against your body, but it was even better to see the delinquent's passionate gaze on you as you both entered the residence.

— I bought you presents, wanna see ‘em? — Your face lit up immediately as Mikey's hands guided you into the living room of the cottage house and left you standing beside the large, comfortable sofa he had bought with the money from several of his gang's extermination missions.

In front of you, on the table, were two small boxes, and Manjiro sat down on the sofa before gesturing with one hand and nodding his head in a silent concession for you to open it. And your hands were immediately unwinding the delicate loops on them.

In the little one on the right, there was a beautiful, luxurious, custom-made lingerie in the color black, matching Nyx. Your fingers ran through the stitching lines and a shiver ran down your back as soon as you noticed how close to your face Mikey's was, his breath beating against your cheek and heart nearly bursting out of your mouth. Even after months of a secret, forbidden relationship, you still felt like the first time, still embarrassed every time the man you loved came too close and made you wish he had his lips on yours more hungrily than he usually did.

— I... — You started to speak and Manjiro's dark eyes went from the lingerie being slipped through your fingers to your glowing orbs. — I can't wear this... — The shame was eating you up inside and you wondered how your parents would look at you if they knew Mikey was presenting you with almost pornographic lingerie. — It doesn't suit me and...

— Doesn't? — He raised one eyebrow as his eyes slid from yours to your lips and then to your fingers squeezing the fabric. — But, you haven't even tried it on yet and I'd so like to see you wearing it, you can try it on for me, can't you, sweetie? — Manjiro's sweet, honey-soaked tone made another shiver run down your back, it seemed that slowly your core was being thrown back into an abyss of wanting to further firm your love for that criminal man.

— Yes, yes, I can, Mikey! — You replied, moving head up and down, and immediately Mikey's fingers hooked into the straps of your dress to begin to lower it, your hands nervously holding the fabric of both your clothes and lingerie against your body to avoid being naked.

— What, babe? I've seen you without clothes on, we... — You interrupted him in embarrassment.

— I know, but it's different than when... we... — You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to finish your sentence, and he grinned playfully.

Gradually Mikey was corrupting you. Entering your life was just a kickoff and the end would probably be to cum inside you and mark you as his forever. Manjiro wanted to corrupt you completely to the point that your mind spent the whole day thinking only about him, thinking about when would be the next time his hands would wind through your body, thinking about how the best decision of your life was to have let him take possession of your lips in a deep, warm kiss. If you were a golden girl, a perfect little princess, you could obviously become a girl thirsty for anything he could give you. It was a matter of time and conditioning and word games.

— Just lemme help you, hm? I'm not going to do anything but help you, trust me, sweetie. — He whispered in an almost purring tone and slowly your hands slid away from the dress and let the man next to you remove not only it, but also the pieces of underwear you were wearing.

And Manjiro seemed to take longer than necessary to take the lingerie from your hands and place it on your body. His eyes were fixed on the embarrassed way you shifted your attention away from him and on how your body shrank and shuddered as his icy fingers brushed and caressed your breasts and waist.

— Good? — Mikey asked as he finished grooming you like a little doll, and as soon as you nodded your head in agreement, he pulled away to examine your delicate black lace-covered silhouette and the devil in his ear whispered that in a few minutes you might already be completely ruined for him. — You look gorgeous like this! All pretty for me, take a walk for me. — His index finger gestured in a circular motion, and that's exactly what you did. — Pretty, all pretty for me. — His hands cupped your face between his hands and soon his lips were kissing you tenderly. — Now, why don't you open the other?

His hands reached for the other box on the coffee table and Manjiro couldn't concentrate on anything else but the way your breasts bounced beneath the fabric of the lingerie over your bust and the way your thighs brushed against the sides of the underwear.

It was so little short of breaking you completely, just a little more self-control was needed.

It was a blood red lipstick. Completely different from the shiny glosses and light pink lipsticks you used to wear. Your father would have a heart attack if he saw you wearing this, maybe even make an analogy about the lipstick and about looking like an ordinary slut. And, even though you knew your parents would disapprove of your conduct, you were mesmerized looking at the beautiful packaging and looked even more so when Mikey sat on the edge of the couch, gestured for you to come closer and kneel in front of his spread legs and took the lipstick between his fingers to start painting your lips red.

— Stunning. — He whispered, watching you bat your eyelashes innocently as you raised your head to look at him, your hands resting against his thighs and knees against the floor of the house. — Would you mind if I granted your every wish for a lock of your hair, my love? — Mikey asked, bringing his hands to your ponytailed hair and hooking fingers through the elastics that were holding it in place.

— Just a lock? — you asked, agreeing to let him untie your hair and eventually feeling your hair fall out of its elastic ties.

— Would you give me more than that? — Manjiro asked, sliding his fingers down your cheek and holding back his groan at the sight of you with lips painted red wearing lingerie for him and kneeling in front of him.

— Y’ know it, Mikey! — You replied with hands absently squeezing his thighs and hearing a sudden grunt escape his lips, you embarrassedly thinking that you had hurt him tried to pull your fingers away and Mikey immediately put his hands over yours to keep you from completing the action. — I-I'm sorry, I... — He interrupted you with a small, sideways smile and your mind swore you were seeing his eyes even darker than usual.

— Move your hands up a little and do that again. — His palms guided yours up a little higher and you didn't even initially realize that your fingers were now squeezing the marked perimeter over the pants of his hard cock. — Uh-hm, your hands are so beautiful, sweetie, would you mind using them to unzip my pants? — Your breath caught in the middle of the throat and you looked at him as if you didn't know how to do it.

And, frankly, Mikey was enjoying watching you embarrass yourself. It was exciting to see you discovering new things about him, discovering how obscene he could be without even moving a finger against or inside your body. Discovering every bit of you is Manjiro's true goal and desire, always has been.

Your fingers slowly lowered his zipper and then his hands finished getting rid of those pants and also underwear. You felt the bottom of your lingerie start to get wet and shyly tried to press thighs together without drawing Manjiro's attention. Oh, but silly girl, his attention was on nothing but you and your pretty little body ready to be lewdly ruined.

— Come here, sweetie. — He called to you with his forefinger and you leaned over his pelvis with mouth now half an inch from brushing against the leaking tip of his dick. — You've done this before, hm? — You denied it with a dry swallow. — Wanna learn? I can teach you. — Your eyes slid from Mikey's serene face to his slightly pink, beautiful tip, still leaking pre-cum.

— Will it hurt? — You asked shyly, and he gave you a small smile before nodding his head in denial.

— Not if you follow everything I say, you can do it, right? — Your head nodded and one of his hands brushed the tip of his cock over your lips, causing your red lipstick to be stained by precum. — Atta girl, now open your mouth and swallow me calmly, ‘kay? — And that's what you did, realizing how heavy Mikey's shaft felt against your tongue and, damn, it felt like a fever dream for him to see you with your red painted mouth wrapped around his dick. In what alternate dimension would the golden little girl be sucking him? — Breathe through your nose, relax your jaw for me, pretty. — You obeyed with hands resting back on his thighs and yours trying to press against each other harder, as if the little friction was going to really relieve you. — Yes, like this, this, you're doing so good for me, 's good.

Manjiro's praises were only making you want to take him better and your walls tighten around nothing, as a consequence seconds later your nose was resting against his crotch and his tip was hitting the back of your throat, making you choke and desperately pull away to get it out of your mouth and pull in the missing air. Mikey's eyes were more than pleased to see you choking and suffocating against his shaft, you looked beautiful like that.

— I... I don't know h-how, Mikey. — Your tone at his name sounded almost like a moan, and you saw his cock twitch slightly.

— I told you I'd teach you, sweetie. — One of his hands caught in your hair and gently guided you close to his dick again, your face still panting and breasts beginning to rise and fall rapidly. — Don't try to take me any more than your pretty mouth can, you'll get better at this in time, trust me. — You whimpered before opening your mouth again and letting him come in.

It was going to be so easy for Manjiro to just fuck your face. So easy that it almost hurt inside him not to be able to do it, but seeing your expression of pleasure and bliss as you sucked him and a red circle caused by your lipstick forming around the base of his dick was enough to make him moan out loud and start slowly coordinating your up and down movements on his shaft. You were delightful trying to get off without using your own fingers because you were embarrassed in front of Mikey; he wanted to fuck the shame out of your pretty little body. He would. And, after all, he would have you yearning for him and coveting him even more.

In one sudden movement, as you felt his cock begin to twitch too much against your hot, inexperienced tongue, the man above you pulled your head back and made you let him out of your mouth with a small "Pop". Your lipstick almost completely smeared and your panting face looked totally fucked up, even though Mikey hadn't even done anything to make you horny.

Maybe it was the thought of being about to be completely devoured that was making you drippy, maybe it was the vague impression that Manjiro wanted to make you go crazy and ruin you totally that was making your pussy need to be filled.

Hands went to your face and pulled you up so that you were kissing the man above you and seconds later the positions were arranged so that your body was lying on the couch, Mikey between your legs wide open and his dick rubbing several times against your cunt still covered by the already completely soaked lingerie, his leaking, pulsing tip rubbing against your swollen clit.

Your legs instinctively went to rest on Manjiro's shoulders and eyes clouded with the anticipation of feeling him inside your pussy still continued to stare at him innocently. Innocently. As if he wasn't about to rail you. If his mouth was eating you out, would you continue with that look or would your face contort vulgarly in expressions of pleasure?

Sano Manjiro wanted to know. So, when you thought he would simply slide his cock into your tight cunt by pulling your lingerie aside, he simply knelt in front of you keeping your legs open with one hand and using the other to keep the lacy underwear away from your now exposed intimacy.

— All this wetness for me, pretty? How much have you fantasized about me fucking you, hm? — Mikey asked, leaning over your pussy and watching your entrance twitch around nothing before teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. — Have you ever touched yourself in the middle of the night thinking about me while your parents thought their little princess was sleeping? — You choked on your own saliva at his dirty words and looked away in shame. — Oh, you did, of course you did. How would they feel knowing that their pretty lil’ daughter is spreading her legs for a guy like me, hm? — His tongue flicked between your folds and your hands tangled in his hair, you couldn't help but thrust hips against his face. — Wanna break your mom's heart by being my girl? — You whimpered his name with trembling legs and it was the last straw for Manjiro's sanity to be swept under the rug completely and his mouth to dwell on your pussy and start sucking and licking you as if he really wanted to reduce you to a pathetic slobbering mess.

And he did. Masterfully. You moaning like a slut in heat feeling guilty for falling in love with a man like Mikey, who went against almost every ethical and social principle in your family. And the guilt tasted like his sweet mouth, the guilt was as good as his tongue was skilled against your folds and clit.

Now, yes, you were as he wanted you to be. Mouth ajar groaning and trying to pull in more air, eyes half-closed with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, breasts rising and falling rapidly, legs trembling on his shoulders. Beautiful, being fucked, corrupted almost completely.

— Cum on my mouth, princess. — Manjiro whispered against your folds as you continued to force your hips against his face and as you looked down at him between your legs, it was the first time you saw that delinquent completely pussy-drunk and that fascinating sight was enough to complete the process of making you cum on his lips and tongue with body trembling and face contorting into the most lewd, pornographic expression that the man beneath you licking your juices might be able to see.

Just then, when your body was still fully recovering from your orgasm, Mikey held your legs still open to remove the bottom of your lingerie and be able to rub his dick between your now bare folds. Your hands desperately clamped down on his wrists and you tried to get up to look at him, but your body felt a million times heavier because of the fatigue taking hold of your muscles.

— ‘Jiro, I-I can't take you... cannot! — You gasped with back arching as you noticed him slide only the tip of his cock into you, your hypersensitized walls still wanting to swallow him completely.

— Oh, you can't? Even if I put just the tip in? — Mikey whispered, listening to you whimper his name before you forced your hips down and felt the middle of his shaft enter your pussy. — Look at you, princess, how can you say you can't take me when you're the only one who wants to get fucked by me? Did I make you become all dumb just by eating you out? — Your head nodded dumbly at him and one of yyour hands guided one of his down your bust until you could get it around your his neck. — I gotchu, pretty, I know how you like to get fucked.

You moaned feeling his fingers tighten around your neck before his dick buried itself completely in your pussy and Manjiro opened a wicked smile. He knew he had ruined you forever from the moment he conditioned you to feel pleasure weeks before with his hand cutting off your access to air in the middle of sex, what other guy in the world if not Sano Manjiro would have the guts to choke a little girl as lovely and lovable as you?

As his hips began to bump against yours, those fingers alternated between applying more or less pressure, between letting you breathe and not. Your eyes rolled back several times and the only thing present in your mind was the way Mikey widened your walls. The black lingerie still covering your upper body left you with an even more deplorable, lascivious and hopeless aura, how were you going to come home smelling of the cologne of the man above you even more than in the days before? How were you going to explain this to your parents?

Honestly, your mind didn't care, not when Manjiro was staring at you like he was a wolf about to devour you completely, not when he seemed to stare at you as if you were the most beautiful girl in the world even though you had smeared red lipstick on lips and lewd features on face. Everything was about you, for you, by you.

— Man-ahn-jiro! — His head fell back as he heard you call out to him between sly moans and a hoarse grunt escaped from deep in his throat as soon as your voice finished speaking its next words: — Wanna it... inside, your cum inside me, plea--

You couldn't finish your plea before Mikey was gushing his hot cum inside your tight pussy and because of the pressure of his fillets, your body ended up orgasming again. The overstimulation slamming into your glass ceiling of physical strength and you falling back against the couch like a limp doll as he continued to keep your hips up until he was sure he had pushed his seed as deep as possible, as if that was going to give Manjiro the assurance that you had been completely corrupted that he needed to have.

Anything other than the man above you inside your mind seemed only a passing blur, and when he whispered in your ear that he loved you too much, your hands caressed his back and an innocent, almost naive smile drew itself on your lips.

In the end, you had always been, and always would be, his Romeo's Runaway Juliet. But, perhaps, if he was your Romeo, this tale was doomed to tragedy after that night.

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Enemy - E. C

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader

Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.

A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.

If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.

He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.

He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.

He needed to eat.

The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.

The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.

So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.

“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?

As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.

“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.

“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.

He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.

“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.

“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.

“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”

“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.

“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.

“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.

“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.

As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.

He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.

Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.

“Wait-” He began.

“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”

“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.

“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.

She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.

“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.

“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.

“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.

As long as it was her

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TW: BDSM ; Chains ; Flogging ; Overstimulation ; Blindfolds ; Shackles ; Collars / Leashes ; Muzzles ; Bondage / Restraints ; Riding ; Face Sitting ; Marking ; Vibratiors ; Breath Play

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Decades. It had been decades since her arrival to Teyvat. Thinking back to it, (y/n) hadn’t even realized the bonds she’s made after awakening in the depths of Dragonspine. Though it was best for her to not dwell on the past. After all, she learned early on with her revival that sticking to the past only brought unwanted trouble.

The sound of chains clattering against marble awoke her out of her thoughts as she peered back to the bundle of chains on all fours. A long scaly tail whipping back and forth impatiently as heated glowing amber orbs bore deeply into her own (e/c) ones.

“Morax…”

A soft sigh escaped her as she made her way over to the former archon. The loose hanfu that danced along her smooth skin had the dragon keen in want. The metal cage strapped to his mouth prevented his fangs from sinking into her supple flesh. The desire to mark and claim what was rightfully his was strung up high in his head as he strained against the enchanted chains that bound his wrists together. The hefty weight of the gold collar around his throat only further added to his inability to surge forward as the chain attached to the device around his throat only allowed him so much distance.

“You were being so good earlier. What’s gotten you riled up?”

Though soothing in tone, (y/n)’s expression was anything but as she marveled at the way the Geo Archon was presented before her. The night before his heat had gotten a hold of him, he had given her permission to be just as rough with him to ensure her safety—- and well, she wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her.

In a flurry of motions she had skillfully wrapped the archon’s body in beautiful golden ropes. Each one accentuating the toned muscle from eons of war and battles. The delicious flush of red that painted his skin as she continued to further restrain the male only set her belly a flame.

After all, the initial restraints were only mild. It wasn’t until the late evening did she realize how intensive she had to truly restrain her lover. Enchanted chains shackled him down. A leather muzzle had initially been placed to keep him from biting her, but was quickly forgone as he had ruined that within the span 15 minutes. Thus resulting in the current metal cage that adorned his haughty features.

The collar and leash combo? That had only occurred when she had attempted to leave for the bathroom— only to be slammed into the floor with a lustful dragon dry humping against her as he snarled and growled at the fact he wasn’t able to sink his teeth into her flesh.

The end resulted in the intensive flogging that only further fueled both party’s lust.

“Little one~….”

A pang of warmth hit her as she broke out of her memories from last night to meet his impatient amber orbs.

“I should’ve attached the one with the bar in between just so you wouldn’t distract me.”

Shaking her head, she made her way over to the male, and once she was within reach his tail immediately latched onto her leg. Easily trailing up to press against her cunt as he fervently surged forward to press himself against her. Yet of course, due to the damn muzzle in his way he could only be tantalizingly a breath away from his goal.

The pressure his cock held did little to alleviate the pain as the desire to breed into her deeply sprang forth.

A hefty growl came from him as he pushed her even more until she tumbled onto her back. The morning sun only added to the ethereal effect as he pressed himself as close to her as he could.

“Let me fuck you, Little one…wanna breed you until you’re full of my seed…bearing my children…”

A blush dusted across her features as he continued on before he was suddenly yanked back. A choked gasp came from him as he struggled against the Dendro vines that appeared as the vineyard appendages held him still. Each intimately wrapping around him to keep him seated in a frog tie. The leash having been jerked enough to keep him still as he let out a garbled growl.

“So feisty…this is getting interesting little one…”

“I think it’s time for you to stop talking Morax. I’d rather hear the sounds you truly want to make.”

“Oh ho? How do you plan on doing that?”

Taunting and ever so prideful, the mighty dragon refused to back down as he strained to get as close to her as he could. Her nearing form did little to deter the desire to fuck her thoroughly. Though before he could even do much the vines came forth to hold his head still. Smaller ones easily kept his lips open as he struggled to chomp and tear the greenery away. Yet with this, he failed to notice her swiftly remove the muzzle before replacing it with a strong and sturdy ring gag. His mouth now forcibly open as drool began escaping down his chin.

“Haaah?”

“Not so tough now huh? Like the chains, my lovely Archon, this was also enchanted~. I had the chance to put some of my former power into this device. So I’m confident that it won’t break~.”

Grinning, she watched as the funeral consultant tested the new device before grunting as a flare of his nostrils showed his displeasure in the newly placed device.

“Now that that has been settled, I do believe you should be put to use.”

A guttural sound of confusion came from Zhongli before darkness overcame him. Leafs? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his sense of touch was beginning to heighten and his sense of smell was driving him over the wall as he could practically taste how wet her cunt was.

Almost as if a learned reaction, the dragon’s tongue fervently searched for her as he reached out. His once ‘normal’ tongue now long and thick as his fangs extended ever so slightly over the metal ring of the gag. Freedom from the device was so close, yet as this occurred…

“Guh?! Haah..nnn ”

The metal shifted to accommodate the change Zhongli brought on; and as if to spite him, the device seemed to meld to form a stricter grasp around his face as a metal band formed over his nose bridge, further enforcing the fact that the device was not coming off.

“Ahhh, is, ish nah wha ah wha—ed”

“Oh? You’ll have to use your words more clearly, love~”

Her tone only further fanned the flames of lust in his belly as he continued to obscenely drool all over the marble floors. Though his attempts at reprimanding her were stilled as he let out a muffled grunt before an animal like moan and growl tore through his throat as he finally got a taste of her juices.

Oh how he wished to sink his claws into her supple flesh. Mark the terrain with his love bites and scent. Yet with all the restraints scattered about his body, all he could do was eagerly lap at her pussy with his tongue to the best of his abilities.

And by the sounds she was making, he was doing quite the job. Easily, with his long tongue he teased and taunted her slick walls. All of her weak points, the secret little motions that he knew brought her immense pleasure.

Though (y/n) couldn’t see it, she knew that her lover’s eyes had rolled up into his head. Especially when she could feel his tongue stutter as she not only buried his face into her wet cunt, but as the heel of her foot began to grind on his weeping cock.

Muffled moans and grunts came from the man eating her pussy as he strained against the various layers of restraints she bestowed upon him. Just the very sight of him dressed in her materials had her groaning before cumming against the male’s face.

As she stepped back, she couldn’t help but admire the state she left her lover in. Panting, drooling with a dash of her cum splattered in and an angry red cock.

A sadistic cord snapped within her as she cupped his cheek.

“Mmmm…you’re my good boy, aren’t you Morax?”

“..h-haaah?”

“If you can handle my game well, you can fuck me and fill me with your seed~.”

The mere mention of being able to sheath himself into her had the dragon’s tail whipping back and forth quickly as he leaned into her touch even more.

“Let’s see how well you can hold your breath. If you do well, then you win~.”

Immediately a twitch of his cock was enough to spur her forth as she searched for the last couple of items she needed. With a grin, she easily worked a plug into the ring. Easily, the object filled the dragon’s mouth as his loud pants became muffled grunts and moans.

Though before she decided to attach the smooth leather muzzle over his mouth and nose, she went to work with laying him on his side. The action causing a confused muffled grunt to come from the dragon before a gasp and moan came from him as he squirmed and struggled at the sudden intrusion of the vibrator up into his ass.

“I didn’t say that it would be easy, Morax.”

A teasing lit came from her as she watched how the dragon’s hole greedily ate up the vibrator before she turned the toy on low. The reaction was immediate as the dragon flinched from the sudden motions as mewls and lewd moans continued to leak out from his lips.

“Ah~ You’re so cute…so weak and pliable just for me~.”

Cooing, (y/n) gently ran her fingers along the beautiful horns adorning her lover’s head. Now that they were in full bloom and not stumps like yesterday, she had the ability to properly gaze at them. Though as she got to the base of his horns a muffled cry came from the dragon as spurts of cum splattered against her and his abdomen.

“Ho? I didn’t realize your horns were an erogenous stimulant Morax.”

More muffled whines and growls came from the trembling dragon as he impatiently flicked his tail against the marble. In response, the Demi god pressed a kiss to his forehead before humming.

“Let’s begin our game then~.”

With a grunt and some of her former strength, she sat Zhongli up before she grabbed the leather muzzle. The smooth homeless mask glistened back at her before she placed the item over the dragon’s plugged mouth and nose. The straps behind now buckled securely as silence— save for the vibrations— filled the room.

Smirking, she tested the waters by lightly rubbing her fingers along the tip of his cock. The motion resulting in a highly muffled moan as the dragon trembled. The flourish of his scales along his arms only further served to show how much control he had lost.

“My, my…so sensitive. Then…let’s do this~.”

Immediately, she positioned herself over his weeping cock and in an instant sheathed his cock. The motion causing the bound dragon to writhe and buck his hips immediately up into her as his cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen going to his brain.

If only she could see his expression. His eyes rolled so far up his head as nothing but pleasure and pain hit him as he felt the burn of his lungs for oxygen and his voice sound so meek amidst it all. Of course that high went away as she tugged lightly at the tip of the mask. Fresh air immediately streamed in as he coughed and sputtered with pleads and moans for more as his cock twitched inside of her.

“S-Shit…easy there baby…”

The pet name only further fueled his whines as he leaned forward into her as he pressed his face the best he could into her neck as she struggled to keep the mask away from his nose to ensure he got enough oxygen to his brain.

“Let’s see if I make you cum first or if you make me, how about it Morax~?”

Before he could even try to answer the mask was pressed tightly over his nose again and the slow tell tale sign of their game began as he could feel her hips work their magic. Her heavy panting and groans only seemed to egg him on as he began to partake in the game. His hips meeting hers evenly as the foggy feel from the lack of oxygen began to pull at his lungs again.

The feeling of helplessness and being an all powerful god tamed by a Demi god had his mind reeling from the pleasure of humiliation as he came hard into her. As he did so, he could feel her walls tighten around him only further over stimulating the male after his high as he struggled to keep up.

Soon he was met with the lovely breath of air once again as the mask slipped away and he could finally smell her intoxicating scent. Sweat mixed with his musk never failed to fan at his belly as he fervently dug his face into her neck. Quickly chasing after the high, yet a gasp and muffled broken moan came from the male as he felt her move her hips once again.

“Oh, you thought I was done baby? Not yet~. Didn’t you mention that your heats lasted a week?”

As she mentioned this he couldn’t help but feel his cock swell inside of her again, yet he couldn’t help the keen that came out of his throat at the overstimulation he was about to receive.

“I’ll take good care of you, love. Even if it means me drilling into your dragon mind that I’m the one who is in control~.”

Again, the slapping of skin filled the room as muffled whines came from the dragon. His claws straining against the binds as he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her hips to cum into her again.

Yet no, he was at his lover’s mercy; and honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It wasn’t until she turned the vibrator on high that he came again. A large load coming from him again as he filled her full. His seed seeping deep into her as he rubbed his cheek against her neck even more refusing to allow her to leave as he wished to keep her plugged up. Just as she did to him.

“I suppose I’ll stay like this….but only for a moment. Then we try to feed you…alright?”

Softly murmuring against his hair she couldn’t help lovingly caress his hair as she basked in the moment of calm that a momentarily tired out dragon could bring. After all, she still had to deal with this for the next 6 days.

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julietvstheworld · 3 years

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Hi love! May I please, with sugar on top, request some nsfw Yandere Helen headcannons? I feel like that man is extremely kinky and no one talks about it! Thank you🖤💕

( yandere nsfw hcs ) bloody painter

nsfw - afab reader x bloody painter headcanons

╰┈➤ slight voyeurism, possessive relationship, overstimulation, obsession, eating you out (romantically <333), mirror sex

Helen believes love is always ideal and fanciful, straight out of a fairytale. All of the cliches you see in Disney movies are a reality to him: Love at first sight, soulmates, first kiss, first time, and all the way till death do us part. He keeps his romanticized ideas of love everywhere he goes, especially in bed.

He tries his best to be soft when making love, he really does. He always starts off slow; giving you loving kisses on your palm, moving to your lips, your neck, your chest, your thighs, and finally your throbbing heat. He makes as much eye contact as he can when eating you out, absolutely relishing in your half-lidded look of lust. Using his tongue to explore your pussy walls and thumb to make small circles on your clit. Even while his mouth is working wonders on you, he’ll constantly ask if you’re feeling good. “Is this good?” “Do you want me to go harder?” “Tell me how you’re feeling?”. He knows that you can barely respond to him through your moans, but it never hurts to ask. He always prefers giving over receiving, his desire thrives on his partner's pleasure. He tries having this wholesome sex at least once a week, he normally doesn't have a high libido if nothing happens, but hey, sex is healthy! It always starts out with you guys just cuddling, watching a movie, after he's done with a mission, etc, etc. That’s all nice and good, but as I said before, Helen is heavily invested in soulmates. You are his only and he is yours only. This gives him major jealousy issues. Whenever he sees another guy giving you any form of slight romantic attraction, he sees that as someone trying to take his soulmate. He’ll want to go home immediately, if you can’t, he will pull you to the nearest closet or bathroom.

If you guys make it to his room? He has the freedom to do whatever he wants to you. He absolutely adores tying you up to the bed. Blindfolds, gags, and vibrators are coming out. Before he even thinks about taking out his cock, he wants you to know that before you see the person who flirted with you ever again, he wants to cover your entire body with love bites. He’ll always press the vibrator to your clit as he leaves small marks all over your body. You can feel him smirk against your skin once you get louder as he presses against your sweet spot. He will not take the toy away from your heat until your mascara is streaming down your cheeks and your body is shaking from orgasming over and over. Then will he take off your binds and move you in front of a mirror to raw-dog you with a leash tightly fastened around your pretty throat. He loves seeing you pant and drool as he’s fucking your brains out. He needs you to know that you’re his.

If you guys can’t make it home? He’ll still rail you to his heart's content in the bathroom. He isn’t the biggest fan of quickies but understands that it’s kinda rude to take up the only bathroom at a party. That being said, he still won’t have any mercy on your poor pussy. He’s the type of guy to bend you over the sink and fuck you like a horny virgin. Since you guys can’t use his specially made ropes, you use the second-best thing, his belt. While he’s pounding you, he’ll slap your ass until it’s raw and red. He’ll make you say thank you after every single spanking. Even though he knows the door isn’t soundproof, he prefers you to be as loud as you can. It turns him on when he knows that other guys can hear you moaning his name, especially other guys that caused his jealousy in the first place. You’re his princess, after all, he’s okay with that being known to the world by any means possible.

Aftercare with Helen is the absolute best. He practically worships the ground you walk on so he’s at your every beck and call. Want him to massage your ankles and wrists after being bound? He’s already done it. Wanna just stay and bed and cuddle while he whispers sweet nothings to you? Easy peasy, he already does it every night. Do you want to take a hot bubble bath together? The water’s already running and he’s lighting floral scented candles to set the mood.

Despite being a yandere absolutely enamored and obsessed with your every breath, he doesn’t murder most of the people who try to woo you. He thinks it’s annoying that they think that they’re good enough to even be in the same room as you, but they back off once they hear his name being screamed by you behind closed doors. The only time when he has a major issue with your admirers is when they get too touchy. His normally calm and sophisticated public demeanor becomes quickly enraged and unstable once he sees you becoming highly uncomfortable due to the persistent advances from a creep. Seeing Helen come home drenched in crimson blood with a rare mischievous smirk is a sign that he got rid of your nuisance. No matter how late in the night it is, once you see that grin on his face, you know he’s going to make your pussy sore for the next couple of days in one night.

Helen is totally into praising you. He is obsessed with everything about you and believes you truly are the perfect person in his eyes and wants to remind you at every chance he gets. Every second in bed he’ll shower you with compliments like, “God, you’re so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in you.”, “Your pussy tastes so good.”, and “Louder, I love hearing you moan.”. His favorite thing to call you is ‘angel’ and ‘darling’

He finds it so hot when you’re wearing makeup. Not because he thinks you’re ugly, but he finds it so sexy when he sees your mascara running down your face and your lipstick is smudged all over your mouth. It’s a huge turn-on for him and he secretly has a picture of it as his wallpaper.

Helen doesn’t jack off that much, maybe once a week. He mostly doesn’t see the point in it because there’s nothing stopping him from just calling you whenever he’s horny.

When you guys had sex for the first time, both of you guys were virgins. Despite this, it wasn’t awkward because he just somehow knew everything that pushed your buttons. In reality, Helen paid BEN 10 bucks to hack into your search history to see what type of porn you were into.

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