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yanderenightmare · 7 months

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incel Shiggy roofying his big-titted cheerleader crush at a party!!! she’s sound asleep while he’s fucking her little cunny raaawwwww 😭😭😭pleeeeeeeeeez

BNHA ! THIRST

Shigaraki Tomura x f!darling

TW: yandere, noncon/dubcon, NSFW, incel, roofying, sex while darling's unconscious, somnophilia, Shiggy is very naughty in this, darling has big breasts

CHEERS

He’s coolheaded but nervous as hell, locking the door behind him quietly – eyes shifty, heart pounding, hands sweaty, pants heavy.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the condom he’d been saving for you… but after turning around and seeing you lie there, oh-so-very still – soft body sound asleep on the bed - he thought it would be a waste and dropped the rubber on the floor instead.

Swallowing thickly, his cock made a jump, perking up even more at the thought of fucking your unprepped little cunny raw – tip leaking pre just thinking about it – straining in an almost painful bulge against his clothes while his head burned with the vile thoughts of what he planned on doing to you.

He stepped out of his sneaks and nearly tripped shuffling off his cargos, slipping his fingers beneath the band to his boxers and sliding those down his thighs as well – his thickness springing free with an eager kick as he left it all in a heap on the floor before getting onto the bed.

His drugs had you knocked out good – so good, only a teensy soft croon escaped your parted lips as he clambered on top of you.

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, staring down at your resting face – breaths short and heavy as he rubbed over his cockhead with his fingers, catching the sticky slick that had formed there before motioning the digits toward your mouth – stuffing them past your plump lips. He made sure to wipe the cum on your tongue – watching you moan with gleeful eyes as you unconsciously sucked the skin clean.

He shuddered at the sight, playing with the wet muscle with another fist wrapped tight around his shaft – breaths getting tighter – red eyes big while scanning your body, helplessly spread open under him. High gym socks squeezed into the chub of your midthighs while he hiked your short cheer skirt up around your tummy, leaving only a thin panty separating him from your smooth-shaven cunt.

He didn’t waste much time. Swallowing the drool pooling beneath his tongue while clammy hands reached out to grip the lace, clumsy in his haste when tugging it down your thighs and legs and off at your feet. He put the tiny article to his face and indulged in a shamelessly perverted sniff – feeling his abdomen roar in return.

Eyes, steamy and dulled as more pearls pilled from his reddened tip when looking at your sweet little exposed slit. He wrapped his shaft with your panties and put his weeping cock-head right where he’d taken them off – in a soft kiss to those puffy pussylips – splitting them apart to smear his spillage over your clit and entrance – almost immediately beginning to push.

“Come on- let me in.” He groaned, frustration already lacing his voice, turning it into something desperate – almost resembling a whine as he continued nudging against your taut opening, trying to press his plush bulging head inside with little kindness – except for a fat blob of spit he let drip off his tongue – landing in a splat right on your clit and slowly sliding down to where he tried to fit.

It wasn’t much, but it proved to be just enough – making you jerk with a tiny sound of discomfort as your hole finally gave and received the first inch.

“There you go~” He choked out in relief, hands gripping the swell of your hips, eagerly glaring down at the lewd sight – where lubed with a mix of saliva and precum, he kept sinking inside the tight space one fat inch at a time.

Your thighs strained at the intrusion, trying to wind shut to protect yourself even in your sleep – but it achieved little less than making Shiggy smile.

He sighed in awe, offering a low and amused hum while effortlessly pushing them back in their place – his red eyes dazed, misty while looking at your little hole swallow him up, so tight and so tense at the stretch where his big cock bullied its way forth until he was all the way inside – balls-deep, nestled tight against your womb.

“Touchdown~” He cheered in a drawl, mocking the way you squeal for football players after scoring, pumping your silly pompoms in the air with a high kick and bright smile – jumping up and down with pudgy tits bouncing in your tiny cheer outfit.

He feared you would change out of the skimpy articles after the game. But lucky him, you hadn’t even showered. You were all ribboned pigtails and glitter makeup still, dewy and sweet-smelling from dried sweat and perfume. Dirty with greenery from the field and booze from the pep rally and soon to be made absolutely trashed and filthy with his spunk in your cunt.

He groaned, still remaining buried in all the way, liking how you snatched him tight, clinging to his length like a virgin – but soon pulled out. Rocking back from the deepest part of you, he watched you hang onto and writhe at every ridge and vein before his bulging head popped out with a wet shlick.

You’d glossed him nicely with pussyjuice, made his cock warm and wet.

He smiled, fingers pinching your hole open – watching it flutter from the absence of his meat – body sagging forward at the pretty sight as he got down low until his mouth was on your muff with dewy huffs – tongue sticking out and sliding through your slit with a breathy shudder.

Hands grabbed fistfuls of the chunk of your ass, pulling you snug around his face while he munched – sucking your bud into his mouth and in between his teeth – hearing you give the softest little moan in regard.

His heart drummed a rushed beat in his chest at your taste, so sweet and so naughty, driving him crazy – but he was going to take it nice and slow. He planned on having a good long time with you – wanted to leave traces of himself all along your body for you to find once waking up.

He got back up in position. No mind to bother wiping his chin except with his tongue out and gliding across his lips for any excess as he sunk back inside you with a content sigh.

Even wetter after his lathering, you took him in with ease – accepting it only with a pretty moan.

His hands left the squeeze of your thighs and reached for the straps on your shoulders, pulling them down until your heavy breasts flopped out. They were fatty and firm little things – big handfuls of plush down, soft and honkable in his grip.

He couldn’t count how many times he’d fisted his cock at the thought of sliding between them. “Mmh~ I’mma do that later- right now ’m gonna make these cheer titties bounce ‘n’ jump up and down for me~” He moaned in a frenzied giggle. “You’re gonna root for me as I drive a goal right into your teensy tiny hole~ give you a nice warm creampie to help you dream sweet~”

He placed one hand on each tit, pinching your sweet stiff nips between his thumb and index finger, and then he picked up the pace – cock driving in deep, ramming your cervix, lingering there in that plush warmth for a brief but full second, before swiftly pulling out – pounding you good and hard enough to elicit moans despite you still being out-cold.

Your cunt started to squelch, and he couldn't believe it – he think he might have just made you cum in your sleep – the way your hips softly lolled and gummy walls started milking him tight, fluttering around the size of him – lovingly enough to make him buckle over – his face panting against the pillow next to your head, drowning in it while your cunt cuddled him tight in your orgasm.

He made a pathetic sound, and soon he was spurting too – unable to hold back any longer – hips stuttering, dick deep while shooting rope after thick warm rope inside you – his mouth gaping against your cheek, grunting as he stormed your cunt to drive his cum in deeper. Emptying himself inside your heat for a good minute and fucking the leakage back into you for an even better minute, and then, just to keep his cock warm while his breath evened, he kept you propped for yet another one.

He sloshed his cock out after a while – still bone-hard and standing although numb post-nut, yet so sensitivehe made himself hiss when touching it.

He lazed off of you, feet prickling against the cool floor as he rose up – looking at you and your poor sore cunt he’d just pounded into climax. You were still pulsing from it, hole spasming – drooling with his thick white load, spilling out and onto the sheets beneath.

“Bet that felt nice~” He grinned warmly, reaching a hand down to squish your lips apart as he bowed to lick the insides of your mouth with a hungry moan, tasting the sweet mix of your spit and the fruity drink he’d slipped the pills in earlier – before pulling back with a slurp and motioning his cock to your face.

It was messy with slick and cream and cum, and just aching to get inside the sweet welcoming warmth of your mouth.

He bit his lip, sucking his teeth while playing with the blubber of your lips with the glossy tip of his cockhead – making you kiss it so sweetly. He nearly lost balance from the sight – fever pounding in his head, making sweat pill beneath his bangs, which now clung to his skin in wet meanders. His sounds wavered, feeling the pressure and pulse of arousal surging in his loins, heavy in his gut and burning with desperation in his length as he pushed into the softness of your mouth, sliding along the wet runway of your tongue and getting sucked down the choke of your tight little throat.

“Yes- yes- yess-” Poured from him in strings of drool he no longer had the mind to swallow. Cupping your cheek in his palm as he pumped in and out of your mouth – his jaw hanging open with unfiltered sounds, watching with awe how you suckled him clean and seemed to beg for a warm mouthful of his jizz.

He had to throw his head back so as not to lose his semblance, grabbing your tit as an additional anchor – feeling your soft tongue lick the spine and your pillowlips pucker on his girth – being such a sweet slut in your sleep – worshipping his cock like that.

He pulled and pinched your nipple, and you seemed to like it – moaning around his member with eyes closed in bliss like a little whore, gagging once he got a little too eager and fucked a little too deep. “Oh, it’s coming, little cheer-slut~ don’t worry your sleepy little head ~” He crooned, a hand tangled in your hair while fucking the pocket of your cheek in slow strokes – smiling at the cute sight of it bulging.

He found your undies again, raising them to his nose once more to breathe in the sweet, rich tones of your scent – sighing out in pleasure – but no, he couldn't cum yet. He still hadn't fucked your tits like he promised.

Leaving your mouth, he swung a leg over you and seated himself on your stomach. And pinned beneath him like that, it wouldn’t even have mattered if you’d suddenly woken up. But you didn’t stir – still lying there peacefully with a smile of slick on your face. He chuckled softly and bunched up your tits, pressing his spit-slicked rod between them – watching himself poke out the other end of your cleavage with a gleam in his eyes – mouth parting with a happy smile.

And they were so soft – plush like cotton and velvety smooth, taking his cock so good where he slid through them like butter. He groaned, gripping them tighter in his fists, giving them greedy squeezes as he plowed between them.

Swollen nipples he’d tugged one too many times were big and throbbing, making you whine and whimper small drowsy sounds as he kept on messaging them – pinched tight between his finger and thumb.

You made a greater sound once he pulled on them – mouth apart in a cry which immediately made the knot in his gut tug – balls clenching, wanting to capsize – the need for release strumming along his veins.

He leaned back on his calves, cock aimed up into the air, planning on showering you with the next batch. Fapping the long shaft in quick desperate jerks until he exploded for the second time – shooting it all over your tits and face.

Leaning forward again, breaths dramatic – he pumped and dumped the rest of the load out into your mouth. Carefully now, with lazy movement, he kept leisurely stroking his length like a pet – soothing and congratulating him on a good job as he watched his fine work. Splotches of creamy white splattered on your pretty skin, now melting down your curves and drying in place.

It was a peaceful thing to watch… but his cock was hard and hungry still.

He looked at his watch, earning his smile. He had a lot more time left.

The party downstairs was only barely getting started and would continue for several hours until morning. People always go crazy after winning a game – and for once, he was just as thrilled as everyone else.

Maybe next, he’d make a cumdump of your little cheer-butt too.

tip-jar: Kofi

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aestheticsarereal · 2 years

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Finders Keepers, Horny Losers- e.m

Part 1

a/n: THIS CAME TO ME ONE LATE NIGHT AFTER ONE TOO MANY BOWLS. Just pure filth, but enjoy at your disposal.

Summary: Eddie's long time best friend finds something interesting and decides to explore her curiosity.

Warnings: Pure porn. Use of sex toys, heavy mention of drugs, swearing, oral (m! receiving), fem!reader, slightly dom!reader, mention of creampie if you squint, pet names, I think that’s it?? MDNI–18+ ONLY!

wc: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader best friend

Requests are open!

DO NOT PUBLISH MY WORK ANYWHERE

photo credit: N/A

You weren’t exactly looking for your best friend’s sex toy. Honest to God. Eddie had sent you on a mission to get your favorite bowl to smoke out of for the next session the curly haired boy started. It had been a blistering summer day in the middle of July. Peak heat was burning down on your sweat coated skin and neither of you could take the abuse of the rays any longer.

You had haphazardly thrown on some band shirt that Eddie had laying on the ground. An old Iron Maiden shirt that was starting to get holes in the collar and sleeves. You praised Eddie for always buying oversized shirts so he could share them with you, something he had picked up on early in your friendship.

It fell just a bit below where your ass and thighs connected. It had covered the black bikini bottoms that had been completely dry from sitting out in the Indiana heat. “Jesus Eddie, have you ever heard of a bookshelf? Or some sort of organization?” You rolled your eyes as you hung up his beloved denim vest on a hanger in his closet as you could hear him mumble some half-ass remark. No wonder Eddie lost everything, he never put anything away. You recalled the multitude of times that you had practically begged him to let you clean his room. His defense was that creative people had messy rooms and if anything had changed you would be “damaging” his creative genius.

Socks, shirts, and boxers had littered the floor and chair in his room. You were surprised he hadn’t discovered a new fungi species in this abyss. He was careless with his smoking equipment so you had figured it would be on the floor. Dropping to be on your hands and knees, you began rummaging under the bed that had been all too familiar. Textbooks from sophomore biology and barely worn pants were scattered all over. Shoving things to the side as it had been too dark to see under, your hand collided with something that you couldn’t make out. The base felt cylindrical and got wider at the top with some sort of spongy dome on the top.

Your arm retracted with the unknown object in your right arm until it saw the light of day. Your eyes went wide and your left hand smacked over your mouth hoping your gasp wasn’t loud enough for the boy in the next room to hear. You weren’t meant to see this because it was under his bed but your curiosity got the better of you anyway. It had been such a shock to discover your best friend’s personal pocket pussy. The thought of him actually having used it made something in your lower stomach burn.

You inspected the pink silicone toy with a decent anatomy on top. The flesh tone and outline of the clit and labia made your mind race with different situations in which Eddie would use it. You couldn’t help but take your finger and run the tip of it around the artificial slit. It felt clean and smelt of antibacterial soap. At least it was a bit comforting to know he properly washed this thing. ‘How long has he had this?’ ‘Where did he get it?’ ‘How often does he use this?’ All these questions were flooding into your brain with each second that passed.

It must have been why didn’t hear the creaking of his door opening. “Y/N–what are you doing?” You let out a small scream as you tried hiding the toy as if it were your secret and not his. “Eds I I didn’t mean to find it, I swear. My hand just grazed this thing and I grabbed it and pulled it out and if I had any idea of what it was I would never have pulled it out. You know it’s normal for guys to have things like this–”. “Y/N please stop talking.” He couldn’t move from his place in the doorway. Partially from being embarrassed that you had found his little toy but also from you being on your knees with his shirt riding up on your hips, revealing your thighs that had been sticking together all day due to the cruel heat.

Your eyes scanned over his body. His cheeks were turning bright red and you could make out the slight tips of his ears burning with embarrassment as well. His chest became flushed, which made for a fun juxtaposition with the black ink on his chest. It was a rare occasion that you had ever seen Eddie shirtless, but was it a pleasure. Traveling further south, small black hairs were scattered under his gray sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes averted their attention back to his face as you had this dumbfounded look on your face.

Still holding the fleshlight in your hands you brought it to your front and stood up so you had finally been at some sort of eye level with him. His eyes darted down to the sight of your small hands gripping the toy he often used after you would visit, which had been an often occurrence. “Eddie–” “Y/N–”. The two of you are rambling at the same time. He stopped talking and motioned for you to explain how you got yourself into this sticky situation. “Honest to God Eddie, this was a mistake. I never knew you even owned one a-and I am just so sorry.” Your small and delicate hands were squeezing the flesh silicon, in fear he wouldn’t notice how flustered you had been.

His eyes softened at your nerves and he chuckled through his own embarrassment that he had been struggling with. “Darling it’s okay. I am not mad at you and clearly I should have hid it away better. I know you weren’t looking for it.” He gently took baby steps to you as he noticed you were still tensing up. His hands met yours as he slowly pried it from your slightly shaky hands. In his left hand, he held the toy and in the right he was guiding you to sit down. Your back felt like it had been in flames with his hand on the mid of your back. It felt heavy with the extra weight of his bulky rings.

“Y/N, there is really no need to be upset over this. Trust me.” His hand was going up and down trying to sooth your nerves. You just groaned into your hands as you hunched over, shielding yourself from your best friend. “I know it’s just an intimate item and clearly your best friend isn’t supposed to see it. I mean it would be like you finding my vibra–”. You barely finished the sentence before you felt his hand stall. Sitting as stiff as a board you look to your left to see a wide eyed look and a shit eating grin slapped on the curly haired boy. “Oh so you have your own selection of toys I see?” “No! Ignore that comment.”

He started laughing as you stood up and snatched the fake pussy from his hands. “C’mon Y/n, you know I am just messing with you. Masturbation is completely normal and healthy and–”. “Stop it Eddie. You sound just like my mother, Jesus.” He could see you examining the fleshlight in your hand as you inspected the curves and grooves that were supposed to be the lips and clit. “Stick your fingers inside.” Your head shot straight up to meet his eyes in disbelief. “That’s gross. You’ve stuck your dick in this. I am not doing that. Plus you must forget I know what a vagina feels like. I don’t need to feel a fake one.” He snorted out a laugh at your blatant disgust as you still kept looking at it.

It was a standard one that you could get from any sex shop. A black plastic cylindrical holder with the silicone toy stuffed inside for maximum pleasure. “Yet you still seem to be intrigued by it even if my dick has been inside it.” You rolled your eyes at the cocky comment, but your cheeks betrayed in revealing the blush that it sent to your face. “I dunno. I’ve heard of them before. I just have never seen one, let alone held one.” You were going to ask your next question but hesitated. He could sense this and leaned back on his elbows looking at you. “Go ahead, ask whatever you want.”

You took a deep breath and swallowed your nerves. “What does it feel like when you use it?” His left eyebrow sort of shot up, not in disbelief or shock but just surprised that you had the balls to say it out loud. “Well, it does its job at feeling like a pussy sometimes. I use lube and obviously it feels very wet. The silicone part is pushed in there pretty tight so it feels very snug when I use it.” You slightly nodded, not sure of what answer you had been expecting. Your next question came out in a bit of a croak. “Does it feel good?” His laugh echoed through the room as he held his stomach. It was kind of cute how innocent you looked. Your eyes darted from him to the toy. “Yes–it does feel good. But it isn’t the real thing, ya know?”

You mentally scolded yourself as you were sure it felt good to him. “Do you use it a lot?” You wanted to sew your mouth shut so you could stop from the self-inflicted torture. “You are curious today dalin’. Uh, yea. To answer your question, I do use it pretty often.” The two of you sat in silence. You couldn’t help it. You wanted more answers but dare not ask the questions. That’s why Eddie was so good. He could practically hear the question in his head as he was spilling out an answer. “Y/n, to answer a question I know you have. I may use it a lot. I use it just about every time you come over to visit. Obviously I don’t use it when you’re here or when you spend the night but yea…”

You couldn’t bear to look him in his eyes. It felt like your heart could leap out of your chest at any given moment. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Eddie scoot down to the foot of the bed. He pulled your legs closer to him, making you shuffle your feet in between his legs. It always drove you crazy when he would manspread. His hands glided over yours. “Hey I’m sorry if that was too much. I don’t want to scare you off or anything. I just wanted to be open with you.” You shook your head and chuckled a bit. “I’m not upset. Just a little surprised.” “What, you don’t think I don’t see how you look at me darlin’?” You turned your head to the right so you couldn’t make eye contact. “I had hoped you wouldn’t.”

“Too late now. I guess the pussy is out of the bag.” You couldn’t help but laugh which had you looking him in the eyes as he was clearly proud of that one. Your laughter died down and your smile dropped. “Were you–were you going to use it after I left today?” This definitely took him by surprise and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed your question. His right hand came up and scratched the back of his head as he let out an almost shameful ‘yes’.

You took in his answer and immediately followed up with another question. This time all bets were off the table. “Can I use it on you?” he had no choice but to meet your eyes. “What?” “I said–.” “No, I heard what you said.” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just figured I would save you the time later by doing it for you.” For some reason, those words went straight to his cock. He thought it was incredibly hot that you were being this bold. “Do you want to do this angel?” “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t.” He chuckled at your sassy reply. There was his girl.

“I mean if you really want to, be my guest.” This was all you needed as you sank to your knees, maintaining eye contact. You made yourself extremely close to him as you set down the toy to his left thigh. Your hands creeped their way up to his low waist band. You could see his stomach contract and his muscles tensing as your fingers skimmed the fabric over his pelvic bone. “Don’t be a tease baby.” This led you to pay more attention to the very obvious tent that had been growing in his sweats. “So big,” you mumbled more to yourself. You had always heard the rumors but now you had your own confirmation.

“It’s all your baby. All for you.” He knew what to say and it immediately went down to your soaked bikini bottoms. Taking no time, your hands pulled down his sweats to the middle of his thighs, allowing his erection to spring up. It bobbed slightly against his stomach as he was still holding himself up. It curved slightly upward and there had been a prominent vein that ran on the underside of the shaft. It led right up to the cut red tip. Smaller dark curls littered the bottom yet they looked trimmed. The sight alone made you go feral. Admiring it like it had been a sculpture in an art museum. “Touch it sweetheart.” His words snapped you out of your daze.

Your left hand reached out to gently hold it in your hand. It was slightly heavy and had a velvet sort of touch to it. You gently squeezed his cock in your hand and he slightly hissed through his teeth. Just then a dribble of precum emerged from his slit. Without thinking your tongue captured the slightly salty mixture. He gasped at the feeling of your tongue as he hadn’t been expecting it. His right arm reached out to pet your hair and your tongue swirled around his tip. He scooped up as much hair as he could while being gentle with you. Your lips wrapped themselves around his head as your tongue started to trace over the vein. This caused him to grasp your hair harder causing a slight groan to be muffled. “Do you like that sweetheart? Like it when I pull your hair with your pretty lips wrapped around my fucking cock?”

Your eyes said it all. His head just pulled back as you went further down his shaft as your cheeks hollowed out. Painfully going slow to tease him. Paying extra attention to his head. You pulled up right as you could tell he had been enjoying it. A small ‘pop’ echoed in his room. Some more precum leaked out as it slightly fell down his member. “See what you do to me darlin’?” You laughed dryly as you reached for his toy, completely forgetting why you were in this position. Hovering over him, eyes locked, you spit on his cock.

That was an image he would engrain in his memory. His sweet girl on her knees spitting on his cock like a little whore. “Fuck baby.” He moaned at the sight and closed his eyes. He had been so hard, it was easy to gently push the fleshlight over the tip. He let out a loud gasp as he felt it glide over his head with ease. “That’s it baby, make me feel good.” His eyes were screwed shut as you brought the imitation pussy over the tip slowly. Barely pushing down and teasing the fuck out of him. For a few more moments you continued your pattern of just fucking his tip but wanted to see him more fucked out. That’s when you sunk it down completely on him. Bringing it to the base and bottoming out of the toy.

A long and strained moan escaped from his throat as his arm gave out from under him. He reached for the ragged quilt around him, trying to grasp onto something. It felt good to be the one controlling his pleasure. He had always been so cocky and confident and yet here you were fucking with cock with a toy. He lifted his head to make eye contact with you and you couldn’t help but smile slightly. Seeing that fucked out look in his eyes as they glossed over with lust. He looked beautiful like this. You brought it up and brought it down with force this time. He never knew that getting this toy in hopes of helping his thoughts of fucking you come true would lead to this.

Your torture on his cock quickened with your pace. “Does that feel good Eddie?” Your voice was so quiet, not too loud than a whisper. You were still trying to be innocent and it was driving him up the walls. “You have no idea how good it feels darlin’.” Your hand slightly squeezed the plastic holder as your pace quickened more. Your spit was mixing with his precum and it had been lubbing him up quickly, letting out an almost squelching sound. “I always imagine fucking your pussy when I pound it this–this thing.” He rushed out his confession as you continued your assault on his rock hard cock. You didn’t say anything as you just watched the fleshlight swallow his cock every time you pushed it down and pulled it up.

You couldn’t help but think this is what it would look like if you were riding him instead of using his own toy on him. “Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. You just feel so fucking good.” That made your eyes meet his as you bit your lip and continued your fast movements of going up and down on his member. “Yeah? Are you going to cum thinking about how this could be my pussy instead Eddie?” His eyes practically rolled into the back of his skull at the sound of your question. “God yes. Please baby, make me cum in that tight pussy of yours.” His pleas were like hymns.

You knew it wouldn’t take too much to make him cum so quickly while you were still pumping his cock into his toy, your head darted down to his balls. Excitedly taking one into your mouth, you rolled it around while gently sucking on it. This caused his hips to fuck up into your hand at a distorted rhythm. “That’s it baby. That’s it.” He was so close and he didn’t want this to end, but he needed to cum. You continued to tongue at him as you kept pumping him when you felt his hips still and you could feel his cock twitch. “That’s it Eddie, cum.” His hips rutted up slightly as moans of your name fell from his lips. You could make out a slightly sheer coat of sweat on his forehead as he sat himself back up.

You didn’t take the toy off immediately. You slightly pumped his overstimulated cock to see how sensitive he got. He gasped and tried to move away. You lightly laughed as you carefully brought the toy up and off of him. His cum quickly followed and dripped all over his stomach and pelvis. It truly did look like he just came inside a pussy and that made something in your lower stomach churn. “That was fucking incredible.” He was slightly out of breath as he sat up fully. He reached over and took off the distressed Iron Maiden shirt. He used it to whip the cum off of him and the toy, as much as he could.

“Do you do that with all your shirts?” “That’s what you're concerned about right now?” “Well, I do wear them often so yes.” He couldn’t believe you and just laughed as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Tossing you an old Sabbath shirt, he made his way to the headboard, gesturing for you to join him. You crawled up to him and slotted yourself under his left arm. “I think we should do that more often, but maybe not with any sex toys,” you shyly said. “Yea? I would love to do that too.”

You both sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You spotted something on his nightstand to the right of him. Sitting on top of an issue of Heavy Metal was the glass pipe that had gotten you into all of this. “Fuck me,” you muttered as you reached across his torso to grasp the delicate item. “Can you pack a bowl while I get some snacks?”

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incorrectcreepypastafam · 3 months

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Creepypasta As DanAndPhilGAMES Quotes After The Revival

Toby: I’ve graduated into fuckland

Jeff: just stop speaking

Toby: okay

Toby: soft launching the gay

Jeff: I’m gonna hard launch you out of that window

Liu: know what I mean?

Jeff: no

Jeff: is it hard for you to speak sometimes

Lyra: did that work

Jeff: not really

Lyra: I tried really hard

Jeff: what is the most emo clothing we got here

Jeff: my brother, WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE

Lyra: look at this magnificent bitch

Brian: communities that shit together stay together

Jeff: I will try to be normal

Tim: where’s your mind at

Toby: where’s your mom at

Toby: and now I’m wet in this suit

Lyra: uhhhhhhhhhh

Lyra: you pissed?

Toby: I’m gonna stop breathing

Jeff: thank you, Toby, that’s a good volunteer

Ben: maybe they got struck by lightning

Jeff: where was the lightning bitch

Ben: I’m gonna haunt every generation of your family

Tim: should we take it in turns with the swinging?

Tim: that’s what someone’s mom said last night

Game: it’s been a long day

Liu, to Jeff: me sitting next to you

Brian: I’m grabbing my boobs

Sally: is it an alien or Squidward? What are we being chased by?

Sally: it’s hard for me to tell

Liu: THATS THE SHADOW OF THE ROSE ITS NOT A DEMON

Jeff: if that baby comes out I’m gonna kill you

Toby: I’d like that

Toby: you know what they say about big feet

Lyra: what

Toby: big socks

Lyra: okay

Jeff: half an hour montage of Tobias Rogers attempting to learn how to put on a cape

Toby: can you help

Jeff: no

Toby: and then I just saw some lightning happening in the microwave and thought “what a beautiful night for a thunderstorm”

Sally: I don’t do drugs I don’t know what grams are

Lyra: im hot I don’t know how to count

Jeff: maybe I am heaven

Sally, pointing at plastic spiders: that’s Ben. That’s Ben 2. That’s Ben 3

Liu: I’m gonna give us a solid 7/10 on that one

Jeff: just a seven? Are you fucking kidding me

Liu: I was being humble

Jeff: fuck humble

Jeff: do you ever reflect on our lives and just think… stop

Liu: yeah all the time

Tim: I wanna fuck the Eiffel tower

Jeff: dead people in France

Liu: STOP IT

Ben: im gonna hit you with a meteor

Sally: im gonna microwave you

Toby: can I just show you something

Jeff: is it a dead person in France

Jeff: im in my cougar era. Watch out twinks, Jeff is on the prowl

Lyra: I wanna do things to this house

Liu, through his teeth: what do you want to do to the house, Lyra?

Liu, through his teeth: respect the house, Lyra

Jeff: what happens when you tap the emo dragon

Liu: you want me to tap it?

Jeff: yeah

Liu: *taps dragon*

*g note plays*

Jeff: that’s damn right

Ben: I do not think playing this game is how Christ would want us to start his season but here we are

Jeff: but Santa would and so would his brother, Satan

Ben: okay

Jeff: I don’t own any sex toys that go chomp chomp

Jeff: but nice to know that you do

Jeff: I’d say Jesus Christ but I know he’s not listening right now

Toby: five strokes and you’re done

Jeff: that’s what they call me. Five strokes Jeffy

Jeff: who’s they? What am I saying?

*trying to figure out what lmb stands for*

Jeff: lobotomy maybe bestie

Toby: look mate… BITCH

Jeff: it’s making you more intelligent that’s why you’re winning at golf

Jeff: we finally found a way to fix you

Sally: you’re banned from friendship

Ben: this is a safe space

*literally five minutes later*

Ben: point at the guy who doesn’t know how to crouch

Lyra: I would like you all to tell me how I can be better at this game

Ben: um don’t walk down hole

Lyra: okay

*playing Lethal Company*

Jeff: Ben’s not here let’s have a party

Ben: please get back on the ship or I’ll be leaving without you

Jeff: we thought we found a wheel. It was a mine

Jeff: they’re both fucking dead as fuck

Ben, laughing: good job

Jeff: Tim, you’re a top bunk kinda guy right?

Tim: that’s not what Tumblr says

Jeff: is that brown Grimace

Jeff: what the fuck am I looking at

Toby: I’ve never watched an episode of My Little Pony

Jeff: no because you’re normal

Game: who invented the lightning rod

Sally: me

Lyra: what’s the opposite of tears

Jeff:

Jeff: piss

Jeff: and the moral of the story is

Jeff: fuck books

Jeff: get paper cuts

Liu: no

Jeff: what

Liu: stop

Jeff: oh I missed this completely

Liu: is there some kind of grimy wall from your childhood we need to talk about

Jeff: it’s you bitch

Lyra: I put up flyers for car washing. I washed someone’s car and then they said I scratched it with my rings. Why was an eight year old wearing rings?

Jeff: did they try to scam an eight year old?

Lyra: YES

Jeff: you should’ve killed them

Brian: I would give birth to a child on this

Tim: yes

Brian: I would eat the child straight off it

Tim: no

Liu: let’s just grab an apple and try our best

Toby: hey Siri what’s 25+6

Ben:

Ben: girl-

Ben: 31

Toby: 29

*playing Poppy Playtime*

Jeff, to a toy oven: come with me, Owen

Liu: Owen needs to stay where he is

Jeff: I will love you, Owen

Jeff: I don’t like to contribute I just like to judge

Liu: but, Jeff, what is a VPN?

Jeff: virtual private gnome

Liu: gnome begins with a g

Jeff: :0

Sally: everything is just too heavy

Sally: even milk like

Sally: why are you heavy

Lyra: honestly liquid needs to calm down

Lyra: you know what we say about

superstitions

Liu: that they’re not real?

Lyra:

Lyra: do you wanna fight

Toby: just like Sonic The Hedgehog we’re going speed dating

Toby: … as he was known to do

Ben: what

Toby: what fictional characters could we see here

Toby: what are you expecting

Lyra: I’m expecting an anime boy

Lyra: I don’t know who else

Toby: Bill Clinton

Lyra: okay

Toby: he’s real

Jeff: I don’t care if Mozart did this when he was five he’s a nerd

Liu, about baboons: they only live up to 30 years in the wild and 45 years in captivity

Jeff: oh my god you’ve only got a couple years left

Ben: life comes at you fast and so does Trombone Champ

Tim: unleash the babussy

Jeff: did you just g note me with a fucking trombone

Jeff: last time I lost my voice. I’m loud as fuck today you’re gonna wish I had

Lyra: they ate

Liu: okay

Jeff: I was 26 doing that on YouTube

Jeff: fuck yeah good for me

Jeff: did you know that we are celebrities

Toby: celebritenis

Jeff: we are vips

Toby: vipenis

Jeff: we are influenc-

Jeff: *vomit noise*

Jeff: what did you just say

Toby: vipenis

Jeff:

Sally: when I did 23andme it said I was 8% lobster and I think we all know why

Brian: I think I looked snatched

Toby: *dies laughing*

Brian: did I use that right

Jeff: look it’s hard being this pretty

Lyra, reading the question: if they were having a party, what would they serve

Jeff: cunt

Jeff: sorry

Toby: I mean anything could’ve slipped onto something

Jeff: what

Toby: I don’t know what I mean

Jeff: oh god

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austajunk · 8 months

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Austa’s Very NSFT Kink Prompts!

Biting

Heat/Estrus

Nipple Play

Fairytales/Fairies

Non-con/dubious consent

NTR/Cuckoldry

Edging/Orgasm Denial

Somnophilia

Prison Capture

Humiliation

Pet Play

Gags and Leashes

Exhibitionism/Public Sex

Bondage/BDSM

Lactation

Breeding

Rimming

Drugs (Aphrodisiacs, body modification drugs possibly...)

Anal

BlowJobs/Fellatio/Forced Head

Omegaverse/Primal Play

Vampires/Werewolves/Shifters

Eldritch Corruption

Kidnapping

Killers and Cults

Human Cattle/Hucows/Breeding Humans like Cattle on a Farm

Dirty Talking/Demeaning Names

Caught in the Act

Thigh highs/Stockings/Socks

Knotting/Flare

Footplay

Face-sitting

Voyeurism

Armpit Fetish

Slutty Clothing/Forced Clothes/Uniforms

Public Use/Stuck In Wall/Glory Holes

Overstimulation/Mindbreak

Vibrators/Anal Plugs/Toys

Watersports

Prostitution/Exploitation

Corruption/Training

Anal or Pussy Worship

Recording Sex/Being Recorded

Hunter/Prey

Titty Fucking

Shower Sex

Praise Kink

Mirror Sex

Begging

Double Penetration/Spit Roast

Branding/Womb Tattoos

Hey friendos! I got bored, so I made a list of kinks/niche prompts for little smutty ficlets~!

Feel free to send me a ship from Danganronpa, Akudama Drive, or Master Detective Archives: Rain Code (my big three fandoms) and a number! <3

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #akudama drive #writing prompts #nsft prompts #fic request #ficlets #prompt list

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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SEX, DRUGS, ETC- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Frat! Best Friend! Peter x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.6 k

Summary: drunken confessions lead to your best friend between your legs, and you weren't complaining. not one bit.

Warnings: SMUT, choking, praise kink. hair pulling, daddy kink, manhandling, booze (drunk sex), blowjob implied, drugs mentioned, masturbation mentioned, marking, swearing, frat!peter being cocky bc... cmon now

Notes: “out the dark, and into the light.. half love, half regret, just enough for polaroids and cigarettes”- sex, drugs, etc (beach weather)

“We shouldn't be doing this.” you slurred, leaning against the white plastered walls that seemed to tilt and move the more you leaned into them.

The door to Peter and your apartment was only a few steps away, yet it felt like you had traveled up Mount Everest and back from the way your cheeks were flushed, breathing heavily as you stumbled.

The booze from earlier that night was coursing through your veins, the thudding of the loud music from the frat house still seeming to shake the floors.

“You saying that is exactly why we should do this.” Peter snorted, crouching down to wrap your arm around his shoulder, stumbling with you to the door. His cap was slung backward across your head, his hoodie massive on your smaller frame, now coated with the smell of weed.

“I wanna fuck you. Wanna fuck you s’damn bad Petey it hurts. You- you even know how long I wanted to fuck ya?” you hiccuped, your last symbols turning into a country twang, making Peter burst out with laughter as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket, dropping them on the carpet below.

“Imma get them, you clumsy goose.” you poked his arm, the world spinning as you bent over, your face near meeting the floor below as Peter caught you before you could give it a greeting smooch.

“I’m the clumsy goose?” he snorted, watching as you struggled to grab them, near missing the keyhole as you stabbed the air.

You wouldn't be this way if it weren't for him. Yes, you would be drunk. It was a party for christ's sake, and what was a party without a little giggle juice?

But not this drunk.

Peter and his friends had teased you about being a lightweight for years now, and tonight you finally decided to take on the challenge to drink as much as them. They were 6’4 men, 250 pounds of pure muscle at least.

You- you were not 6′4.

Seeming to forget this, you somehow ended up dancing on the beer pong table, a random person's bra in your hand as you twirled around, falling on your ass. Peter had decided it was enough after that, dragging your ass here.

Here, as in, stumbling through your front door- near placing a hole in the wall as it swung open from your mighty push. A grand entrance, if you so please.

“You know what I bet?” he asked, managing to shut and lock the door behind you as you struggled to take off your shoe and socks. “Whatta bet Petey boy?” you giggled, the faint taste of vodka cranberries making you hiccup as you leaned against the wall.

“I bet I wanna fuck you more than you wanna fuck me. Bet ya I’ve wanted to fuck you for longer, too.”

You laughed, grabbing his leather jacket, pulling him in close enough to feel his warm breath on your cheeks. “I bet no. But we can’t fuck. It breaks like…every rule in the best friend handbook.” you insisted, head drooping forward to lean against his chest, the world growing blurry again.

“I ripped that handbook up months ago bunny.” he stated, making your eyes widen.

As if there was a physical handbook, one the two of you had invented.

“You ripped it?!” you gasped, fighting a moan from escaping your lips as his hand came up and snaked around your neck, yanking it back for you to look back up at his eyes. “Yup. Ripped it all up. So now, we don't have to follow it. We follow my rules.” he droned, smirking as he noticed your breath coming in shallow pants, skin becoming hotter to the touch.

You wanted to kiss him. More than anything you wanted to kiss him.

With the booze, or without. The booze was just courage, a fire running through your body, hot enough to burn. You blamed the booze deep down for what you were about to do, what game you were about to play, but you knew deep down it wasn't the shots that had you leaning in closer to him.

“Yeah? And what are those rules?” you teased, leaning up on your tiptoes to whisper against his lips, watching as his pupils widened as you neared. “Hmm?” you drawled, knowing you had the upper hand.

Until you didn't.

The air was stolen- robbed from your lips as he smashed his to yours, all teeth and tongue as he pressed you by your neck against the wall.

Choking you.

You moaned, more turned on than you thought was possible as his other hand slipped down to wrap around your thigh, hiking it up around his waist as he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, near hard enough to draw blood.

“Mghm god Peter-” you moaned, exposing your neck, baring yourself to him as he made his way down your jaw, peppering little bits and marks across the bare skin.

“Not so cocky now hmm bunny are ya? Don't worry, I know excatlyyy what you like.”

You could only whine at his words, the dirty talk making you wet enough to drip down your thighs. “You know what I noticed? That every time you bring one of those trashy boys over, it's only him making noise. Never you. Whys that bunny?”

“Doesn't feel good enough.” you admitted, sighing in delight as allowed the need to take over you, every thought in your brain as you rocked your hips against him slowly.

“Awh poor bunny. Just need someone to make ya cum, isn't that right? Someone who can take care of you properly, just like you deserve. I know you like it rough.” he grinned, tugging on your hair hard enough to make you whimper. “Y-yes daddy please.”

Oh. So that slipped out.

The words were out before you could catch them, exposed to the man towering over you. He just smiled, an eyebrow cocked as he took you in. “And she has a daddy kink? How’d I get this lucky sweetheart?” he teased, making you gasp as he picked you up fully, stumbling over to your bedroom in the dim light you had left on before the party, knowing something would happen.

Surely not this. This, now this was only in your wildest dreams.

You fought the urge to pinch yourself as Peter set you down on the bed gently, as if he weren't just manhandling you two seconds prior. “Off. Now, daddy- off.” you growled, tugging at his shirt, your eagerness making him laugh as he slid it over his head, throwing it to the floor.

“Your turn bunny. Or do you need daddy to do everything for you?” he cooed, grabbing your ankles to tug you closer to him, pulling off your pants in one smooth, fluid motion. “Everything for me. You gotta d-do everythinggg.” you hiccuped, smiling as he ripped off the rest of your clothes, the cool air helping soothe the ache in your core.

“Needy, needy baby.” he teased, grabbing your hips firmly and flipping you over, your soaking cunt fully exposed to him. “I’m always needy for you, always touching myself to the thought of you-”

Your words were cut off with a growl, his hand pressing your head family down into the sheets to muffle your sounds. “You keep talkin like that I’ll fuck you so hard you can't walk bunny. But you want that, don't you?”

You attempted to nod in the ruffled sheets to the best of your ability, at a loss for words as he laughed at your struggle. “You’re too cute bunny.” was the only warning you received before he entered you in one smooth stroke, filling you to the brim as you stretched around him.

“FUCK PETER-” you screamed, the feelings of pleasure overwhelming your senses as he brushed your g-spot, the fullness making your bones turn to mush as he rocked into you. “God fuck you feel so god damn good bun-” he moaned, hips snapping roughly as he picked up a pace hard enough to send stars soaring across your vision.

It was your own form of high, the way he was fucking you. So deep and rough, you thought you'd simply combust at any second. He was truly fucking you.

It was nothing like you had experienced, from another man or woman. It was possessive, and dominant. Primal.

“Good girl bunny. Such a good girl.” he groaned, the way your soft walls clenched around him at the praise making him stutter his pace. “Mghwannafuck-” you moaned into the silk, unable to contain it anymore.

Your release licked down your spine, curling in your stomach like the booze had, making you warm and fuzzy as you came around his cock with a scream.

“Y/N I’m gonna- Jesus I can't-” he babbled, head going fuzzy at the sight of your cram coating the base of his cock.

“Let go daddy I’mma lick the cum off your cock.” you giggled, toes curling as he moaned from your words, drunken gaze watching your cured fists tightly ball the sheets. As if you were desperately trying to hold on to something- anything from spiralling down, down, down.

The mixture of alcohol and sex was strong in your nostrils as you breathed in the sheets, whimpering as his pace faltered. Peter came in you with a cry, the warm, stickiness of his cream stuffing you to the brim. “Oh bunny you were so amazing, my beautiful angel, so so good for me.” he praised, cooing down at your limp body as you groaned, legs weak as you tried to stop the shaky feeling. “P-peter?”

“Yes bunny?”

You clutched the sheets tighter, feeling the booze rush to your head.

“I think m’gonna puke now/”

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sundazesun · 2 years

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From Ellie Georgia via a Facebook group:

"Hi all,

I’m making this post as a last resort. Please no negative comments I can’t handle it. I was literally about to end my life but decided I would try one last time to get help.

I’ve been a radfem and gender critical for many years now. If there’s one thing I believe in it’s sister solidarity and that women helping women is the best thing I’ve experience and love to help other radfem/gender crit women in any capacity I can - whether it’s helping you source a refutation to an argument or adding you as friend and helping comment on a status that’s falling to pieces. So I’m here asking if anyone can possible help me 🙏 🍀 🤞

Basically I’ve fucked my life up. I’m a homeless (well I sleep in a car) “sex worker” (blergh). I got laid off from my job that I had a week ago and am so stressed. I’ve got job interviews coming up. I can either pay $200 to live in the house with family (board) or try and get a hotel room so I can have a shower before my job interviews. I’ve not showered since Tuesday last week. I’ve not eaten since Sunday. My only options to get money would literally be sex work with the horrible dude I’ve seen before who “made me have 50 orgasms” (faked them allllll!!!) and he is keen to see me again. Wants me for 5+ hours for $300, just ridiculous.

Oh and lastly my 17 year old cat who is my whole entire world I can’t even afford her food or medications right now and I’m so scared for her going without her blood pressure tablets fuck 😞 I’m a god damn failure.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have all the licenses I need to work get fundraised and have acquired them all. The only thing I need now is to ace some job interviews and hopefully land some employment. I feel like the best chance of that is by having a damn shower.

I’m on Twitter also you may have seen my tweets. Please do not dox me!!!!

If it is okay I’ll leave my PayPal link here and if ANYONE can spare just $1 it would be amazing and helpful ($1 = one can of cat food!) Other things I would use money for if I don’t get enough for a hotel room/board = hand warmers to stay warm while sleeping in my car, my cats meds/a vet appointment she is overdue for, a pair of black leather shoes for working (current pair have holes in them, 10 + year old pair of Docs), buy a bra that fits (current one - yes I have one bra) is too small 😞, buy some socks (don’t have any with no holes), black work pants that fit (have lost heaps of weight from eating once a day, every 2nd day) buy more wet wipes for “bathing” in the car. That’s just examples so you know I’m not wasting it on anything - I do not drink/smoke/take drugs or gamble!!!

I can prove literally everything I’ve said in this post. I’m not a scammer or grifter - literally just a woman at the end of her rope. Wanting to escape sex work but feel like I’ve been set back after losing my job. I really do not want to have to meet up with someone tonight or tomorrow. It is also winter where I live and fucking freezing cold so I can’t go to a beach and use a shower or something.

Please just ignore this post if you can’t/don’t want to assist.

I’m seriously just a rad fem at the end of her rope asking for help just got this gut feeling maybe some women can help me out. Crying my eyes out as I type this post afraid of rude comments etc I just don’t need it I’ve fucked up my entire life and don’t see a way out unless I get a job ASAP.

Thank you all for reading 💕 and if you help thank you so so so much good karma is coming your way.

Also happy to film personalised videos from my 17 year old cat Cookie as a thank you!!!!

https://www.paypal.me/elliebelly5?locale.x=en_AU"

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x-heesy · 1 month

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𝗙𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗣𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 ⚛️

𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗨𝗫𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 ☣️

𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝝠𝗦𝗦 ☢️

𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 👽

𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡’𝗧 𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 ☠️

𝗠𝝝𝝝𝗗 𝗕𝝝𝝠𝗥𝗗 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 / 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 / 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗟 / 𝗡𝝝 𝗚𝝝𝗗𝗦 𝗡𝝝 𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝗣𝗥𝝝 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗠𝗙𝗭 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗦𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗠 / 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨, 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 / 𝗜 𝗗𝝝𝗡’𝗧 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝝠 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗧𝟰𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝗙𝝝𝝝𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝝠𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗡𝗗 / 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗦𝗛𝗠𝗘 / 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗦𝗛𝗖𝝝𝗥𝗘 / 𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗜𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗧 / 𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗣𝗘𝝝𝗣𝗟𝗘 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝝝𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗘 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 & 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 / 𝗕𝝠𝗟𝗖𝝝𝗡𝗬𝝠𝗥𝗧 / 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗭 𝗡𝝝𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗟(𝗟) 𝗖𝗨𝗠

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Soundtrack: Freak Like Me by Night Club 🤪

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dear-god-christ-in-hell · 28 days

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things you need to have in your car

according to an american (sadly) psa i have a messy ass car but ive been a scout and have been driving since well below driving age and even if my car (and life) is a mess i never seem to Not Have What I Need in an emergency.

jumper cables - if you need the zooms or some1 else does

jerrycan (gas can, etc whatever your state calls it) - for walkin down the road bc you forgot to get gas

water - drank

some snackies - personal preference is good as long as shelf stable if unopened bc god forbid your stuck without snackies

1st aid kit - for boo boos and owies

pen - for some reason at some point you will need to write that one thing down

sunglasses - the sun is a deadly lazer

chargers for stuff and things - dead phone? dead smoking device? dead vibrator? not a problem if you have the charger

back up of meds - whether is tylenol or lexapro maybe just make sure you have it

earing backs - if you have holes in your skin you know how crucial it is too have the stoppers

safety pins - you will thank me when you need a small sharp and long object, when your clothes rip, when you lose a lobe piercing, and when you need to use a carabineer but dont have one

a completely closed off space - if a cop wanna look they have to have a warrant, keep your drugs safe and put it in a box or bag

your fucking inhaler - if you need one like half the time you bros dont got it and we just want you to breathe

extra clothes - and i mean tits to toes, an entire outfit, folded, you can usually fix a spare set of clothes in a ziplock or walmart bag but always, ALWAYS, have a spare set of clothes, that means shirt pants bra underwear socks and hat if you fuckin so please even shoes are a good idea.

spare shoes - see my last point

if you have penis and do the sex, condoms - even in a world with birth control you still have STIs and condoms are easy and effective and even if you dont have penis but have the sex.... prolly still something handy

headphones - idgaf if they are wired or got a fuckin tail or whatever but overstimulation and/or bored happens to everyone

flashlight - its dark like at least once every day

pad/tampons for those who have uterus - blood is only good for attracting vampires and sharks and were talking about cars so i assume were not out at sea (same as b4 even if you dont have the uterus you can still have these and might be a good idea)

blanket - cold , and who knows maybe you get lucky or have a picnic (subjective on if getting lucky means a picnic)

coat - have you seen some of the weathers gdamn its throwing a tantrum every half hour who knows whatll happen next

zipties or ropes of some sort - THIS IS NOT FOR SERIAL KILLING TYPE SHIT none of that nonsense no. from working in construction tho and having a giant thing of zip ties spill in my car and having to have rope on me for prior stated i will say; its very useful to have. if i need shit to stay together it fuckin stay. rope works for more sitiuations especially with a utility knife but ive also been ok figuring it out with zipties

multipuropse tool or whatever tf theyre called - yaknow the fuckers with can openers, knifes, screw drivers, and whatever. get a good one and keep it in the door of your car, thank me l8r

#if you even have 3 of these im proud #this is an aquired list after many years of driving #this is for ideas #this is to make sure youre thinking about possibilities and hopefully having the just incase shit #driving is very serious even if u arent the idea of a multiton vechile that can kill some1 easily is not something to fuck with too much

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fantasyideas1 · 1 year

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Aphorisms And all the rain of all times will not wash away my sadness, in the ocean of tears I know the truth of sincerity, every drop asks why I am, oxygen cylinders of illusions, the lifeless beauty of the temptation of materialism, the soulless paradise of egoists, the lost insensibility of souls, the neon fog of illusions, the colors of life are blurred in glaucoma egoism, through the cosmic space of the wisdom of times, through the paradoxical voids of illusions and false hopes, lost consciousness in abundance of temptations, drugged by self-interest, plump girls are actually full-fledged beauties, city roads like lava, endless paths of inevitability, now loose sands, now burning coals , we are microparticles of our own mechanisms of egoism, aimlessly careless, detached blind in the general dream of life, The city is a canyon in which lava flows, buildings are computer electronics mechanisms, in an absolutely disoriented society of egoists, a masterpiece of insensitivity of society, lifestyle and climate form anthropologically different types of thinking, anatomical abundance of various types of philosophies that have a single essence of the truth of goodness and light, the city is cemetery of souls, time will hide us in the void, we become part of the fog of timelessness, epilepsy from the neon lights of temptations in the midst of the darkness of the void, the lies of a disconnected consciousness ooze, Poems You are divine sweetness, your kiss draws you into the soul, to the paradise in which I want to live forever, I love you to infinity, You are my absolutely uncontrollable lust of infinity of passion, our consciousnesses are one in a kiss, I see your soul when I kiss your lips, I see through the senses, the fire alarm goes off, because you are a very hot beauty, there is nowhere sweeter, the light of your beauty illuminates the soul to the very depths of the soul, the hot temptation of sweet erotic passion, you are my deep sex addiction of love passion, you are so sexy my balls are like in a toaster , and the sausage is on the grill, you want an omelette, blissful tenderness dissolves in love turning into a cloud, feel heaven in your kiss, jokes Falling thermonuclear bomb in the form of a middle finger gesture A technician in an expensive store, all the time wiping the floor, that is, the drooling of visitors in this museum, where you can’t afford to buy anything You spent all your nerves, but what about pension contributions Lechbee club dot ji, here the speakers emit vibrations from which the girls themselves squirt and an x-ray with which you can see who has socks in their bras, silicone, and money in the pockets for bartenders A man has a golf club between his legs and two balls that are looking for a lumka (girl's intimate places) Yes, and your wife is so fat that to get to her holes, you need to go there with a flashlight, well, I climbed, wish me luck You are so angry as if you drank something diuretic Why do you have an electric kettle, it automatically turns off when it boils, and why, because I don’t want to die, I’m at the computer all day, but yes, the house will burn down That is, from a hairdressing salon and an epilation salon, they collect hair and dye it, and sell it to a salon of chic women's fur coats He was offended and sharply turned his neck to the side, and pulled the muscles of his neck Two guys are watching a flutist play, you also got up, how she plays on erogenous zones, what notes and melodies of orgasm Is it dark or cloudy in your eyes Your nerves are like nicotine gum Oh, you read like that, he meant you read his work, and combined two words, you think so and read

Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

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aquagustd · 2 years

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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

04.2 FEEL THE RUSH ༄moodboard

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 8K

listen to — void by the neighbourhood

warning/tags — single parent!reader, dad!jk, ceo!taehyung, pharmacy tech!reader, strong language, mentions of stalking, mentions of a knife + gun, mentions of blood, a lot of jealousy, mentions of constipation again, passive aggressive jk, possessive taehyung, pda, flashback to mint tae 👁, another important character is introduced, manhandling, explicit smut — praise/degradation, body worship, dirty talk, hickeys, multiple orgasms, panty stuffing, restraints in the form of a belt, oral (f), fingering, spitting, rough sex, doggy style, edging, overstimulation, protected sex, mild aftercare

a/n — here it is ! part 02 to part 04 👁

eomma - mother

“You should leave.”

Your question is aimed at Seojoon who lingers behind you, burning holes into Jungkook’s skull with his gaze. At your words, he looks down at you a little shocked. But you can’t bring yourself to return his sorrowful smile. Something about the way he held you sends another chill down your spine. One that seems freakishly familiar. Crossing your hands over your tummy, you make room for him to step out. But Jungkook doesn’t.

He stands toe to toe with Seojoon, then dashes him with a hefty bump of his shoulder as he makes his way in, hands held behind his back.

“That was Seojoon,” you hear yourself say, hovering about the hallway entrance.

Jungkook tucks into the slit between your curtains with one finger, peeking out the window for a moment before he turns around, producing a ball of socks.

You take it from him with pinched brows, only realizing what it is when he speaks with a hushed voice. Surprising you.

“Junho left his uh…socks at my place,” he begins, one hand reaching up to scratch behind his ear, “he left some other stuff too.”

You’re still staring at the navy-blue ball, “oh, thanks.”

Silence falls over you, the only sounds being the refrigerator and the soft whirring of the AC. He doesn’t bother to fill the muted room with words. And neither do you. Especially when the events from earlier today return to the forefront of your mind upon meeting his gaze.

You jerk your hand up slightly, a wordless request for him to leave. But his jaw twitches, dark eyes flickering behind you.

“Where’s Junho?”

“He’s been in the bathroom for the past hour,” you bark, tossing the balled-up socks across the room, “suffering.”

“What? Why?”

You scoff, dismissing his questions by turning on your heel and marching down the hall to the bathroom, trying once more with a light knock on the door.

“Hey smiley, you okay in there?”

“Yes! Don’t come in!” A splash is followed by his words, and you’ve never been more comforted by that sound before in your life. Knowing that he’ll be okay.

Your hand flies to your chest when you spin around to find Jungkook standing behind you, fists bumping into his pecs.

If you were to squint, you think you’d see a hint of worry in those round, emotionless eyes.

“What’s going on? Is he okay?”

His hot breath wafts over your face, prompting you to shuffle around him and return to your spot on the couch, picking up your phone from the coffee table.

“He’s constipated.”

He pauses on the other end of the coffee table, fists clenching and unclenching.

“Because of you.”

“Me?” He spits, anger seeping through his voice, “how is that possible?”

You set down your phone, tone pragmatic, “what did he eat when he was with you?”

Jungkook’s gaze bounces around the room, another round of silence surrounds you as you watch him search for an answer. Finally, his gaze returns to yours, a crease forming between his brows.

“He wanted donuts, so I got him those. We prepared a late lunch, but he didn’t want to eat anything. He wanted ice-cream. I think that’s it.”

You sigh deeply, smoothing a loose strand of hair away from your face, “any snacks in between?”

Jungkook scratches his chin, “we shared a bucket of gummy worms and Cheetos after.”

Patting your thighs, you spring up from the couch, arms folded in front of you, “it is your fault.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“You asked to let him spend the night,” you screech, arms flung up in the air with exasperation, “I assumed that you know how to take care of a five-year-old!”

He opens his mouth then clamps it shut, shuffling over to you with four loud thumps of his boots. Reflexively, you feel yourself swallow as he gets closer, backing up into the kitchen counter.

“He’ll be six soon,” he mutters, voice a lot softer than a few seconds ago, but you can tell by the tick in his jaw that he’s struggling to keep his composure for whatever reason, “he should know what’s not good for him.”

Your eyes bug out of your head, chin tipped up so you can level his stare, “you’re kidding me, right? He’s a fucking child! What you said just proves my point.”

“What point?”

“That you’d be a fucking useless father.”

Fear travels from your toes to the top of your head when he looms closer, malice dripping in his voice as he places a hand on the counter behind you, slotted between your hip and the granite. Despite the way he bares his teeth, a concoction of sorrow and terror filling your heart at his biting gaze, you can’t bring yourself to regret the words you just uttered. Because it’s the truth and he needs to hear it.

“I’m still his father,” he grits, nose nearly touching yours when he dips down, “whether you like it or not.”

Drawing in a deep breath, you speak with a brittle voice, “you’re his father now. Suddenly. All those years ago you didn’t want him.”

He doesn’t blink, neither do you, like if you look close enough into his simmering eyes, you would find out how he’s plotting to kill you. You’re biting your cheek, nails pressing into the palms of your hands to prevent the tears from spilling.

“What changed?”

Again, he opens his mouth and closes it a few times before his gaze meanders from your face to your hand, gripping the bread knife you had kept on the counter. A gasp tumbles from your lips when he yanks your wrist and brings it up to his neck, pressing the blade to his throat with his fingers wrapped around yours.

“Do it.”

You feel your lips quiver, knees nearly buckling when he tips his head up, silver blade catching the angled light in your kitchen. Your heart clenches in your chest, breaths like stuttered puffs of air.

“Jungkook.”

“That’s what you want to do, isn’t it? So do it. Come on!”

His voice is strained, caught by the serrations on the knife while you’re struggling to find yours, hearing a whimper leave your lips when his knees press into your thighs, pushing you further back while you feel your hands go limp, unable to keep it up as you watch a slow trickle of blood run down his neck. His doe eyes twinkle with the light, shaking with an indecipherable emotion.

You shut your eyes, lips sucked in to prevent the sobs that collate under your ribs when he finally lets your hand go, the clank of the knife startling you once he pulls away.

“Still,” he mumbles, running a hand across his neck then holding it up as if it’s not crimson but clear like sweat, “you’re still holding on to that. That tells me a lot.”

Cheeks cool with tears, you trudge after him on shaky legs, reaching out to grip his arm. He spins around, head hung low.

“What does that tell you?” You whisper, gasping when he yanks his arm out of your hold and paces to the door.

For a moment, his eyes droop at the corners when he glances at you with pursed lips, tattooed hand curling around the door handle. You wish you could repeat your question, take a step closer, but the weight of his stare keeps you in place, tired eyes refusing to let more tears fall.

“Bring Junho to my place tomorrow.”

Just like that, he puts an end to the conversation, and the burgeoning fire pinching at your nerves once the door slams shut behind him. You shove your knuckles into your eyes, pushing them as deep as they can go, as if that would erase that final look he gave you before he left. One that you know all too well.

Nearly half an hour has passed and Junho hasn’t come out yet. You drum your fingers on the steering wheel, hand kept on the seatbelt buckle as you prepare to step out when your worry becomes unbearable. You’re one of the last cars parked and waiting for their kids. Usually, he’d be out by now.

It’s been Junho’s first week at his new school. Moonchild’s Academy for boys. It was a tough decision to make, but with Taehyung’s encouragement you had finally decided that it would be good for Junho to start off there. One of the main reasons why you were hesitant to go through with it was the fees. But Taehyung had assured that he’d help out because it was his idea. And he thinks that Junho deserves the best education, even if he just started pre-school. You had given in of course, after some persuasion. The other reason was that you weren’t sure how Junho would adapt to the new environment.

The school’s code of conduct was a fifty-page booklet, filled with numerous policies and regulations that you don’t think you could ever keep up with. You couldn’t imagine how Junho would manage. Taehyung had said that it comes with the territory of being in an all boy, private school. Strict regulations with strict teachers.

He attended the same school from tenth grade, and you think he turned out to be a fine gentleman. You didn’t need to be convinced any further after that piece of information.

Now you’re sat outside the gate, chest pressing into the wheel while you try to spot your son with narrowed eyes.

You feel relief drown out your worry when you finally see him push through the double doors. Grinning to yourself, you step out of the car and wave him over, smile faltering when you find an unfamiliar man holding his hand.

“Mamma!”

“Smiley!”

Crouching down on one knee, you coddle him to your chest, pressing a kiss into the crown of his head before tugging his backpack off his shoulders. You don’t think you could ever get used to seeing him wear uniform. He looks so cute.

“Did you have a good day?”

“Hi.”

Having forgotten that someone accompanied him to your car today, you spring up with mild surprise, accepting the tall man’s handshake.

“Hey.”

He fiddles with a pink piece of paper in his hand, two dimples making an appearance when he looks to Junho who jumps into the car, clearly impatient.

“I’m Kim Namjoon, school counsellor.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, giving him your name with matched enthusiasm, “nice to meet you.”

“Likewise—” he thrusts the pink paper in your direction, the other hand points to Junho who’s now calling for you from inside the car “—I wanted to give you this.”

Once you read the bold writing at the top, you can’t hide your panic.

“Oh my God, is he in trouble? Already? I’m gonna—”

“No, no,” he snorts, palms held up placatingly, “he’s not in any kind of trouble. It’s just a short meeting we have with new parents of the school.”

You smooth a hand down your neck, attempting to read the fine print at the bottom, “oh, okay.”

“Yes, but there are a few things that we need to discuss regarding Junho’s home environment.”

Your head snaps up, “home environment?”

He nods, slotting his hands into his black slacks, “at the request of one of his teachers.”

You swallow thickly, “oh.”

“No need to worry, we’ll talk Monday.”

With that he steps around you to wave at Junho, leaving you to scrutinize the pink slip with more worry and confusion than you had before. Choosing not to think about it for now, you drive out of the gates, monitoring Junho in the rear-view mirror.

You know not to bombard him with questions right after school, but today you can’t help yourself.

“Hey smiley?”

He’s loosening his tie, rummaging through the overnight bag you packed earlier this morning.

“Where’s my phone?”

“In the front pouch. How was school today? Did anything fun happen?”

“Nope,” he responds absentmindedly, shrugging off his dark green coat, “did you pack my Aston Martin?”

“Yes, it’s in the other bag. And your new teachers, do you like them?”

“My teachers are cool.”

You chuckle at his choice of words, a proud smile playing on your lips before it slowly sinks into a frown, watching his eyebrows furrow as he munches on the leftovers from his lunchbox.

Each day he looks more and more like his father. The man who was once a bittersweet memory, now present and snaking into your life. Threatening to snatch your son away forever.

You chew on your lip, speaking with renewed energy, “why don’t you stay home for the weekend, hm? I’ll set up the tent outside, we can make cheesy nachos and I’ll make the ice-cream sandwiches you love so much, let’s do that! We can invite Taehyung too.”

He speaks without lifting his head from his phone, whining into his sandwich, “I want to sleep by dad today. I already told him I’m coming. I need to show him the Aston Martin I got.”

“I know but…you already stayed over last weekend. Just spend this one with me? We can camp and—”

“We don’t camp for real!”

“Smiley…What do you mean?”

He inhales deeply, poking his head between the two front seats to yell in your face, cheese on his breath.

“We camp in the balcony! When I camp with dad, we camp for real! Outside!”

“Sit down smiley. I’m driving.”

He huffs, pout on his lips as he flops onto the seat, “I want to stay by dad.”

“Fine. Okay,” you sigh, idling outside the dreaded gates, “but next weekend you’re staying with mama.”

Junho zips up his bags, ready to step out of the car once you drive in, “okay.”

“Now give me a big kiss before you go.”

Giggling, he cranes his neck to press a kiss into your cheek, a small noise of disapproval is heard before you finally let him go, running a hand through his hair.

“Be good, okay?”

“Okay.”

You roll down your window, watching him climb the few steps that lead to the front door, “love you!”

“Love you too!”

Once the door opens, you begin to reverse out the driveway, seeing Sora usher Junho in with her cheeks puffed up. You stop just as you’re about to exit, rolling up your window as you wait for Jungkook to make an appearance like he always does.

“Looking for me?”

“Fuck!”

His fingers curl around the window, as if that’d stop it from moving up.

Clicking the button again, you toss your hair over your shoulder, attempting to calm your rapid heartbeat with a hand on your chest, “you scared me!”

“Why are you always on edge?”

He places both his forearms on the edge of the window, bending down so you can get a full look at his smug grin. He’s wearing those same green, see-through pajamas from the other day, hanging off his body yet still cinched around his shoulders. Only when your eyes meet do you realize that you haven’t spoken to him since that night, gaze dropping to see the small scar on the column of his throat.

“I’m not.”

He narrows his eyes in disbelief, “hmm.”

You feel your shoulders touch your ears when he pokes his head into your car, examining the interior with low hums. The scent that belongs to your son, one that you remember belonged to Jungkook at one stage fills your car. A scent you can’t put a name to.

“Can I help you?”

He snaps away, a small smirk playing on his lips, “you can…but I don’t think you’d want to.”

“Then can you move away, I have somewhere to be.”

“Gonna see your sugar daddy?”

You roll your eyes, voice clear and assertive, “his name is Kim Taehyung.”

“CEO of Stigma inc., son of famous Kim who died of unknown causes a few years ago before he had to take over and abandon all his hopes and dreams because his older brother was incapable.”

Clearing your throat, you have to push your jaw back into place before regaining your composure, “so you know him?”

“Not personally,” he sighs, cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck, “but I know what I need to.”

“Not enough apparently.”

His lips form a terse line, eyebrows furrowed as he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off, glancing at your watch impatiently.

“Anyway, I have to go. He’s waiting for me.”

He steps back, one corner of his mouth lifted into a grin, “say hi to Mr. CEO for me.”

“Will do.”

With a shake of his head and a short chuckle, he jogs up the stairs, throwing a brief look over his shoulder as you drive off. Watching you leave with a sour taste on your tongue.

Taehyung’s waiting for you on the grassy patch of land that catches your eye first when you drive in, gesturing for you to park near his car, slotted between another sports car you think Junho might know the name of. In awe, you lean forward to look up at the four-story house. You’ve never been to Taehyung’s place before, so you’re a bit nervous but also excited. Wishing that you could’ve brought Junho along with you.

Once you unlock the doors, Taehyung holds it open for you to step out, greeting you with a tight hug and feathery light kiss on your temple.

“How are you?”

“Good,” you smile, holding up your dress as you walk up the stairs, “and you?”

He comes around to stand in front of you once you reach the top, taking both your hands in his.

“I missed you.”

You tilt your head to the side, pouting through your words, “didn’t I see you on Monday?”

He yanks you forward, causing your bodies to collide with a soft thump, “that’s too long for me.”

Hands resting on his chest, you sway with him as he places his hands on your hips, feeling a little dizzy when he flashes you the boyish grin you like a little too much.

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did,” you giggle, reaching up to fix his tie, “if things weren’t busy at the pharmacy, I would’ve visited you sooner.”

“No,” he tuts, winding an arm around your waist yet still not moving an inch, “I should’ve made an effort. Work has been pretty tiring for me too.”

A light breeze dusts across your back, causing you to shiver involuntarily. Taehyung notices this and tucks you further into his side, signalling for the guard behind you as you disappear around a large pillar.

“I just got back from work,” he announces, falling into step with you, “how’s Junho finding his new school? Is he with his father?”

“Yeah, uhm…he said it’s cool,” you snort, “although I did get a disciplinary slip from the school counsellor.”

Taehyung comes to an abrupt stop just outside the door, warmth from inside the home kissing your arms.

“Kim Namjoon?”

You nod, “mhm. That was his name.”

Taehyung rubs his lower lip, gaze on the tips of your shoes, “I think it’s just protocol.”

Humming, you take a single step further into the house, knowing that you’d discuss it with him later because he’d definitely ask again. Taehyung grips your hand, index finger propped under your chin.

“My mother is here,” he informs, thumb dusting across your lower lip, “I had no idea that she’d be visiting today and I didn’t want to cancel with you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you soothe, intertwining his fingers with yours. When the words settle between you, the overthinking starts.

“I mean,” you rush to add, moving away from him slightly, “I can come back another time if—”

“No,” he laughs, now cupping your cheek, “I just wanted to know if you’re okay with it. Nothing too serious. I won’t be formally introducing you to her or anything.”

“Oh.”

He scans your face, “I mean…we won’t be moving too fast or anything because this was unplanned. Ugh fuck I mean—”

You silence him with a peck on his check, standing up on your tippy toes to nudge his nose with yours, “it’s okay. I get it.”

His eyebrows furrow, “you sure?”

Showing him how sure you are, you wrap your arm around his and parade through the doors as if you owned the place, “one hundred percent.”

But with each step further, that number diminishes until you’re sitting at twenty percent because parents never liked you. Jungkook’s mother and father weren’t too fond of you being with their son which led to them hating you completely. Your own parents didn’t like you. Why would Kim Taehyung’s mother like you? Especially when Taehyung had dealt with gold diggers in the past. She’d obviously be wary of your presence in his life. You can already predict how she would behave.

Shit.

“My mother’s sweet,” he whispers, as if sensing your rising anxiety, “I might’ve mentioned you before.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, so she would stop searching for a suitable bride and sending me portfolios.”

Hand covering your mouth, you try to muffle your laughs, knowing that it would echo in the capacious mansion.

“I’m serious!” He laments, guiding you around another ivory pillar, “but I also wanted to tell her about you.”

You turn to him, face aglow with the warm lighting from the chandeliers, “why?”

He gives a one-shoulder shrug, “I told you before, you’re important to me.”

Butterflies seem to come alive in your belly, cheeks warming. He’s thrilled by your reaction, coos dying down when Seokjin makes his presence known from what you assume is the kitchen.

“We were looking at old—oh, hello.”

“Hi,” you say more bashful than you expected, winding your arm tighter around Taehyung’s.

Seokjin steps to the side for you to enter the kitchen, the mouth-watering aroma of spice and brazed onions rushes into your nostrils. Taehyung’s mother stands hunched over the large, glistening counter, staring at a glossy card before Taehyung calls her for her.

Her face lights up, powerwalking around the marble to take her son into a bone-crushing hug, kissing the side of his head as she gushes over him. A wistful smile splits your face, thinking of your baby as you watch the exchange.

“Eomma I want to introduce you to someone.”

Your spine goes tense when she turns to you, lips slipping into a straight line. With a bow, you whisper a short greeting, nervousness preventing you from saying anything else despite you wanting to keep the atmosphere light-hearted.

Taehyung offers a supportive smile, pulling his hands out of his charcoal grey suit jacket while you have to bear his mother’s ruthless and examining stare, mouth falling open when she places a hand on your cheek. Face filled with all the concentration a doctor has when you pop in for a check-up.

Her closeness gives you the opportunity to see that Seokjin looks a lot more like her than Taehyung, they share the same face shape, hair greying at the roots. And very beautiful.

Thankful when she steps away, you shuffle over to Taehyung, seeing him sport a stoic expression as he looks to her, giving you the impression that he’s waiting for her verdict. She says nothing, just returns to her spot at the counter and slides the card over in Taehyung’s direction. Not a card but a photograph.

“Taehyung tells me that you have a son,” she begins, hands slotted in front of her.

“I do,” you respond, voice stable and bold, “he’s with his father at the moment.”

Seokjin pats his mother’s shoulder, standing behind her as he opens the refrigerator, “leave the interrogating to me, eomma.”

She laughs, loud and melodious, “I’m not interrogating.”

Taehyung leaves your side to shove Seokjin away from the refrigerator, reaching inside to produce a container that Seokjin opens and sniffs.

“Sounds like you are.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, her expression changes, giggling as she waves a hand dismissively.

Seokjin snorts, placing two slices of bread on an empty plate, “you’re scaring the girl. That’s why your son would never settle down.”

She flattens her hair, looking between you and Taehyung, “that’s not my intention. I’m just worried for my son.”

You speak before you can think twice, knowing her for only two minutes yet still noticing the genuine concern in her voice because you’ve heard it before.

“I understand. Taehyung has had many women come into his life for one reason only, so it’s only fair that you interrogate me.”

All three pairs of eyes are on you now, each holding a different emotion, but Taehyung’s is the one that soothes you, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His mother beckons you to the other side of the counter, wrinkly hand reaching for your own.

“He’s told me a lot about you, there won’t be an interrogation,” she laughs, lighter and tinkling to your ears, “but you know, how it can with mothers and their sons.”

You nod earnestly, “I know.”

“We were looking at old pictures,” Seokjin completes his sentence from earlier, holding up the photograph to Taehyung. He takes it from his brother, eyes crinkling as he laughs when he passes it to you.

“Oh my,” you smile, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something else, “you had green hair?”

You gawk at the picture in hand, seeing a younger Taehyung wearing all black – black t-shirt with a leather jacket over, expression just as dark as his attire, his hair being the only pop of color.

“He had many different colors,” his mother beams, handing you another photo from what you assume is the same day. It’s a blurry photo, the only thing you can make out is Taehyung’s handsome face, hand propped up with a cigarette kept between his fingers. He looks almost unrecognizable. You wouldn’t think that Kim Taehyung was once that boy in the photograph.

“Wow,,,”

Taehyung stands behind you now, chest pressing into your back as he bends over to take a closer look with you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you whisper, unable to take your eyes off the man in the photo, “you look different. It doesn’t look like you at all. Apart from your face.”

You reach up to pinch his chin with a fond simper, accepting the heavy album that his mother proffers.

“The Kim Taehyung you’re seeing today is nothing like one we had,” his mother jests, sharing a look with Seokjin.

There are more photos of past Taehyung, in very interesting poses, all with the same, unreadable expression. One seems to catch your eye, bringing the album up to your face impossibly close.

“Is that a…gun?”

Taehyung takes the album out of your hands, voice booming throughout the house as he marches to the other side of the counter, “that’s enough.”

“What? Why?”

His mother reaches for your hand, the action endearing to you, “he doesn’t like talking about his past.”

You pout, “then how will I get to know more about you Taehyung? I thought that was our deal? We start from the beginning.”

She scoots closer to you, a wink punctuating her sentence, “if you ever need to know anything about Taehyung, just ask me.”

“Eomma!”

All too happy to be this close to her, you nod, seeing he pretty features soften even more. You find the way Taehyung is behaving cute and entertaining, watching him fret over what you’ve just seen with a hand covering his mouth.

“Taehyung was a bit of a recluse in his young days,” she adds, ignoring Taehyung’s shouts of disgust.

“A rebel,” Jin adds, bread slipping from his hand when Taehyung wraps an arm around his neck, face turning red in an instant.

“Boys, behave. We have a guest,” she yells, one hand tucked under her chin as she hands you another photo.

“It’s alright,” you giggle, nerves easing away as the conversation continues, learning more about Taehyung from his mother, things he would never share. He doesn’t bother to stop her, just listens from afar with his eyes on you, throwing you a wink occasionally.

Taehyung sits across you on the plush couch, the sun had set a while ago. Relaxing in bliss as you watch the rain pitter patter against the windowpanes, soft jazz blurring with the soporific sounds around you. He pokes at your thigh, fingers walking up and down your legs.

“I’m sorry.”

You turn to him, feet nudging at his thighs, “for what?”

He takes them into his lap, light fingers grazing your ankle, “forcing you to meet my family.”

Puzzled, you set down your drink on the coffee table, shoving away the fuzzy, brown blanket so you can climb onto his legs. He takes you in with a satisfied hum, hands cupping the globes of your ass.

“You don’t need to apologize and you didn’t force me,” you soothe, running a hand through his lush strands of hair, “if I didn’t want to, I could’ve easily went home before we came in.”

“I know.”

“Plus, your mother is awesome, I didn’t think she’d like me at first but she seemed to get more comfortable as the night went on. So did I.”

He hums, “she’s a good judge of character. That’s where I get it from.”

Laughs mingling with each other, you rest your forehead against his, breathing in his intoxicating scent as it seems to drench you in a blanket of comfort and warmth, worries and worldly issues withering away when he sets you down on the couch.

He hovers over you, a light hand sliding down your cheek, “did you see the SUV again?”

You sigh, breaking out of your haze to think for a bit, “no.”

Nodding, he leans down to peck your jaw, voice low and husky, “good.”

With a hand on his shoulder, you push him back, eyes questioning.

“It’s sorted.”

“How?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I have to.”

Exhaling deeply, he pulls you up with him, the top buttons on his shirt now loose. You wait for his answer, thighs fitted on either side of his body.

“I can’t really say much but just know that they won’t bother you again.”

You blink, wanting to pull away for a moment to ponder over his words but he doesn’t let you, following you into the corner with his lips in your hair.

“What is it?”

“I just—” you choose your words carefully, pulling his large hand into your lap as you trace his knuckles “—I just feel like I don’t know you.”

“You know me,” he says plainly.

“Yeah but—”

He interrupts you then pauses, gesturing for you to speak first.

“But I don’t know you know you.”

Your words are motivated by Jungkook’s earlier today, you want to believe that each day you’re learning more about Taehyung, you are, but he never spoke about his father. That’s nagging you. You didn’t want to have to learn about his death, which was obviously difficult for Taehyung, from anyone else.

Perplexed, he draws away to get a better look at your face, “where is this coming from? I thought that we agreed to coming to understand each other as the days go by. It’s impossible to cover my whole life in the span of two months. And, we barely see each other with our busy schedules.”

His voice is laced with genuine confusion, and you feel guilty because you hate the way he’s looking at you. Hate the way that despite his constant reassurance, you still demand more from him.

“You’re right,” you breathe, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry. I was just overthinking things.”

Hand returning to your cheek, he dips his head to peer into your eyes, asking that one question you’re growing to hate because it makes you feel weak and insecure.

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

He doesn’t let the awkward silence sit for too long, strong hand lifting you up onto his lap while you steady yourself on his shoulders, distracted by his charm and boxy smile.

“Didn’t you learn a bit more about me today? From my family?”

“Yes,” you chirp, pinching the apples of his cheeks, “I learned that you were the most feared man on the streets, starting fights and stealing everyone’s girl.”

“Hey,” he pouts, bringing your hand up to his head for more scratches, “I’m still the most feared man on the streets.”

You tut, looking up to the side playfully, “not too sure about that.”

“You—” his long fingers curl into your ribs, running up and down your sides until you collapse onto the couch in a fit of giggles, kicking and gasping for air but he doesn’t let up, enjoying your pleas a little too much.

Tears prickle the corners of your eyes, weak hands fighting him off till they’re pinned above your head, sighing when he sets his full weight on your body.

“There’s still so much I want to know about you,” he whispers, gaze dropping to your lips, “I want to know you better too, to take care of you.”

“Why?”

Again, you sound unsure of yourself, but you must ask him. Uncaring of the way you sound because it’s just him. This man who had fallen into your lap. Maybe because you love hearing the things he says to you, the things he does to you after.

“Because,” he breathes, speaking against your lips, “you make me feel again.”

Every inch of your skin is covered in goosebumps, core heating with anticipation when he rolls his hips into yours, cock sitting heavy against your stomach.

“How?”

“I don’t feel homesick anymore.”

Your gaze returns to his, hand sliding up and down his back, “homesick?”

He catches a handful of your hair in one hand while the other carries you up with him. Gaze not leaving yours for a single second as he navigates around the house, kicking open a door and setting you down on a marshmallow surface. He reaches up over the headboard, dimming the lights to set the perfect mood as you scrunch up the front of his shirt in your hands, trying your best not to rip it open.

Sitting up on his knees, he undoes each button one by one, berating you with his eyes when you reach for your zipper.

“Lie down.”

Immediately, you do as you’re told. But that only lasts a few seconds because you’re sitting up on your elbows upon seeing your reflection on the ceiling. Boobs spilling out of your dress, hair messed, face flushed, chest heaving as Taehyung crawls between your legs, taking the zipper on your dress between his teeth and dragging it down, large palm digging into your thighs to keep it open.

You feel your panties stick to your folds uncomfortably, gushing at the sight of him sucking bruises between your collarbones, wet, sticky lips dragging up the column of your neck. Eyes fluttering when he nips at your earlobe.

“Do you like it?”

The straps of your dress fall off, the rest of it coming down as he slots his fingers between your skin and the fabric, dexterous fingers lingering on your pebbled nipple.

“W-What?”

“The mirror. I know you like to watch,” he susurrates, nimble fingers reaching behind you to unhook your bra, “I got that installed.”

Head tilted up, you watch how the muscles in his back ripples as he rolls down the rest of your dress, impatient with the way he hooks your thigh over his shoulder and nibbles on your gentle skin. Thighs closing around his head reflexively when you hear him take a deep breath through his nose, hum rumbling through his chest.

“Always smell so fucking delicious.”

“Tae,” you whimper, melting into the mattress when you feel his nose nudge your swollen clit through the flimsy fabric of your panties.

More whimpers and whines echo in the room, reaching for his hair when he pushes your panties to the side and blows cool air onto your leaking cunt, clenching around nothing as he lets a long line of spit dribble down your puffy folds.

“Tae,” you cry, a lot needier this time which seems to set him off. Growling into your pussy as his tongue runs up your folds sloppily, ensuing a string of moans from you as you buck into his mouth, shuddering when he catches your clit between his lips.

He looks up at you, dark, smoldering eyes sinful as he eats you out like it’s the last time he’ll ever taste you, pursing his lips around your clit before wiggling his head from side to side. Your head falls back, pressing into the pillow as you crack your eyes open to watch his face work between your legs.

It’s like a filthy artwork on the ceiling. One hand buried in his hair, the other tweaking your nipples while his statuesque body holds up your thighs, messy head of hair kept between your legs as his tongue flicks your clit vigorously.

Your lips part, eyes slipping shut despite you trying to keep it open when he sinks two fingers into you, practised fingers curling up to brush that spot inside you.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you sigh, pushing his head back down when he comes up for air, chin and lips glazed with your slick, “more.”

He hums into your cunt, walls clenching around your fingers as you feel the pit of your stomach wind into a tight coil, wrapping around tighter and tighter onto that ball of pleasure you can feel building up with each rub of his tongue against your pussy, silent moans leaving your mouth when he pulls up the hood of your clit with two fingers and sets the tip of his tongue against you. Vibrations thrumming up the length of your body as he slurps and suckles.

“Tae—Fuck, gonna cu—”

Your thighs shake, blubbering incoherently when he pulls away and draws his fingers out of your leaking cunt, feeling the coil unravel bit by bit in agony as the heat ebbs away.

“Why?”

He pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking up every last bit of your essence before he undoes his belt and kicks off his pants.

“Because,” he pants, bringing his belt up over your head, “I want you to cum on my cock. Is this okay?”

Blearily, you look up at your reflection, “Is what okay?”

He takes both your wrists in his one hand and holds it up over your head, looking up over his shoulder to ensure that you’re seeing the correct picture, “if I do this.”

You bite your lip, “I—I’ve never done something like that before.”

Heat unfurls in your core once again, already having your answer ready before he can ask.

“Would you like to try?”

Nodding, you watch him loop the buckle through the bars in the headboard, keeping your hands up and over your head as your boobs stick out. Feeling like a slut in the lewd position.

“Yeah? Feeling like my little slut, fuck this is only the beginning sweetheart. I have so much to teach you.”

He licks at your nipples hotly, squishing them together then pulling them apart then kneading them, all while you’re watching in the mirror, whining and hooking your legs around his waist. Pussy empty and aching for his cock.

“Please, I want you.”

“What do you want?”

With a harsh hand under your chin, he presses your cheeks together. You could cum alone with the heated way he’s looking at you. Cock bobbing against his tummy, precum wetting the dark tufts of hair collected under his navel.

You lick your lips, wanting to taste him more than anything. But your pulsating clit begs for attention.

“Want you inside me.”

He grips the base of his cock, giving himself a few tugs as he reaches into the drawer to toss a pack of condoms on the bed, struggling to get one out. Giggling, you nudge the box closer to him as best as you can, heart filling with an unknown emotion when you share a goofy smile.

Rolling the condom onto his cock, he shifts you up the bed, giving you a better view of his back and ass once he finally lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in.

“You know I don’t like to keep you waiting, especially when you’re so needy.”

“Tae,” you grit, walls hugging his cock as his slow thrusts speed into sharp snaps of his hips, blunt fingernails digging into your ass with a bruising hold.

“Like to watch me fuck you, hm? Like to watch how I split you open on my cock. Fuck, didn’t think you were into that sweetheart. Didn’t think you would like it if I called you my pretty little slut.”

Your walls quiver around him uncontrollably, jaw clenching when you hear his pleased laugh, voice caught by a moan when you do it again.

“Fuck, you surprise me every fucking day,” he grunts, lowering himself so you can finally kiss him, tongue entering your mouth in time with his thrusts, sweat dripping from his forehead onto yours.

Still sensitive from earlier, the coil tightens impossibly fast when his pelvis rubs your clit with repeated strokes, crying out his name as he continues to spew filthy words, even sexier from his mouth.

“You like it when I use you like my little fucktoy, strap you in here and use your tight cunt as I please.”

“Taehyung, I’m gonna—”

“Wanted to fuck this pretty mouth of yours,” he husks, pinching your cheeks once again, “have to fill it up. Watch how you drool and cry when I stuff your mouth.”

Thighs hooking around his waist, you jut your hips up as he fucks into you, eyes flying open when you hear a ripping sound. He pries your mouth open, index and middle finger pushing your panties between your lips till you can’t take anymore, gagging around the sodden material.

“There we go,” he chuckles breathlessly. You’re being flipped over onto your stomach, wrists straining as the belt twists to accommodate the position before he slips out then pushes back into your cunt.

Your eyes roll back, coil snapping just as his cock stretches you open on the first thrust, hitting that spot when he props you up on your knees. Your moans are muffled by the fabric of your panties, drool and tears leaking down your face when he continues to fuck into you, now with renewed vigor.

“So fucking tight, fucking love this pussy,” he sighs, the sounds of skin slapping skin accompanying his dirty words, “so fucking beautiful.”

You’re trembling under him, the drag of his cock against your walls sizzling from pain to pleasure all over again, easy when his moans sound like heaven, the delicious feeling of his fingers digging into your skin. And soon, you’re cumming again, chest going tight as your nostrils burn to take in as much air as you can. His thrusts become shallow, cock plunging into you fast then slow as he spills into the condom, a moan of your name filling the balmy air.

You sigh when he pulls out, hands snapping down as soon as he removes the belt so you can pull him into your embrace, tongue sitting dry in your mouth. But he’s there to remove any and every uncomfortable feeling with his hands and mouth, kissing and massaging every spot that he can reach before flipping you onto your side and settling behind you.

“Cold,” you mumble, a silent request for him to cover you with the blanket which he does immediately, warm body pressed into your back.

Perhaps you were too tired, but you think he whispers something into your ear, something you don’t quite catch. You’d have to ask him tomorrow morning.

“I came here as fast as I could.”

“You look like shit.”

Jungkook spins around, leaving the door open for you to follow him into the lounge. Cursing silently, you shut the door behind you and thank whoever is up there for helping you arrive in one piece because you’re exhausted, legs aching, back hurting from the intense…evening you spent with Taehyung. Even if it does make you smile, all that went down the drain when Jungkook had called you in the middle of the night to say that Junho needs you and it’s urgent.

But it seems like you have been fooled, because he asks you to sit on the armchair across him with a beer in hand, Sora sat on his lap.

“Where’s Junho?”

You look around, not willing to admit that the crackling of the digital fireplace is making you a little sleepy.

“Asleep.”

Your head whips around, anger boiling over, “what? Why the fuck did you call me over? I was—”

“Busy with your sugar daddy,” he deadpans, gesturing to your neck, “I can see that.”

Tugging on the lapels of Taehyung’s coat, you sink into the couch, knowing that you have no energy to argue.

“What do you want?”

Jungkook turns to Sora, kneading her thighs while you’re forced to watch as he shoves his tongue down her throat, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ before turning to you. You find it disgusting, especially the whiny, baby voice she does after. But he seems too pleased with it. You do not want to know what’s going on between her tiny ass and his crotch.

“Hmm, why don’t you tell her, sweets?”

You look between the two of them, her round face lit with surprise, “tell me what?”

She clears her throat, dusting her honey blond hair over her shoulder, “Junho—”

“Sorry,” you laugh mirthlessly, hand held up to silence her, “if it has anything to do with Junho, I would like to discuss it with his father, not you.”

Jungkook sighs, two dents in his cheeks appearing before he looks up at her, “go sweets.”

With a huff, she hops off his lap and you can imagine that she’s going to throw a hissy fit in her bedroom.

“Bitch.”

Your mouth falls open, head spun around to glare at her retreating figure, “excuse me?”

Jungkook calls your name, head cradled in his hands as if you called him over to your house when he could’ve been getting warm and toasty hugs from a cuddly bear right now.

But that’s you. And you refuse to be disrespected.

“I’m leaving,” you announce, springing up from the chair, “whatever it is can wait till tomorrow. It doesn’t seem important.”

He grabs your wrist, similar to the other night, except the roles are reversed. You stare at the point of contact, waiting for him to release your hand but he doesn’t, just reels you in closer till you’re standing a foot away from him.

“I don’t want anyone paying my son’s school fees.”

“Wha—”

“And considering your relationship with him, it doesn’t seem like it’ll last long.”

“You—”

“It’s evident that you’re incapable of taking of care of our son. And I was going to suggest co-parenting…”

“Co-parenting?” You seethe, strong enough to shake out of his hold, “what are you on about?”

“Don’t make this more difficult for me than it already is,” he snaps, eyes blank. You wonder how he changed in just a matter of hours.

“What are you talking about?”

“I think you know.”

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You and your boyfriend, Peter had been dating for quite some time. It was your first semester of college when you noticed the dark-haired man. Tall and lanky, he sported tight crop tops and chains against his lean body. He was so your type.

Getting a job at the town diner, it was there where you made your first interaction with the gothic boy. Sitting him down at a table, you took his order and made your way to the kitchen to punch it in. As you walked around your other tables, you couldn't help but feel his large, blue eyes staring holes through you.

He spoke few words to you, many times they were mumbled answers and questions. But you found him interesting and asked for his number at the end of your shift since he came so close to closing.

His eyes widened at your question, but he gave it to you without a word. You thanked him as he left, a big smile on your face. Something flashed in his eyes before he walked out the door, but he gave you a small smile on his way out.

You texted first, asking how he was. And that was how it started. Soon your phone blew up with messages from him, asking where you were, how you were if you wanted to hang out. It was kind of intimidating from how much he texted you, but you welcomed it nonetheless. You walked to class together, had lunch together, and went on many outings.

Not even 3 months into your relationship, he asked if you wanted to date. Having grown close to him in those minimal months, you said yes. Peter had always been a gentleman towards you, and you liked that, but as a virgin in her first year of college, you wanted more.

More than just gentle kisses, makeout sessions, and hand-holding. You wanted to have sex. One night as you and your boyfriend were in his dorm, sock on the door, you decided it was time to make a move. Soft kissing to the lips moved from neck to bare chest.

Clothing was discarded, permissions granted, and so you completed your desire. The sex was perfect for your first time, he waited until you were comfortable and alright before thrusting. Gentle grabbing of your flesh, you could still remember his moans made into your neck. He even cleaned you up afterward. It was pretty vanilla for the first time, which you liked.

For the first time. Assuming with the way he dresses, you would have thought he would like it with toys, or teeth, even a slap for god sake. But no. Every time you did the dirty with your boyfriend, he stuck to peppering you with gentle kisses rather than pounding into you raw.

You had been talking to a friend about this issue and they gave you a smirk as you spoke.

"Well, you know about viagra right?" Your friend said, sipping from a hot coffee cup.

"Is that like a drug or something?" You asked, swirling your drink.

"Something like it. It's a pill that makes anyone super horny. He'll be up in seconds and wanna get it onnnn.." You playfully slapped their shoulder, giggling as they punctured the last sentence.

"Are you serious? Does it work on women too?" A curious glint in your eye.

"For sure! I took it once and I was going at it for hours. You interested?" Your cheeks blush as you thought about several situations with your boyfriend, before nodding ferociously.

"Uh, duh! Do you have any?" You hoped they did, and to your not-really surprise, they did.

"Yep, I got a whole bag full. I'll give you some tomorrow." You nodded, and your conversation soon drifted. A couple of days later, with a pill in hand, you dropped it into your boyfriend's glass. Prior to what you had just done, you had already asked consent if and when you wanted to actually use the pills.

He had said yes, with a devious grin. You both accepted that it could be whenever, but not during school time or work. Today was Saturday and you both had the day off, so it was a perfect time to see what such a small pill could do to your vanilla boyfriend.

You exited the dorm kitchen, carrying the glass of water to your boyfriend who sat on his bed. You were hanging out as per a usual weekend. "Here you go." You smiled as you handed him the glass. He smiled and thanked you, chugging the water.

"Well, I guess you were thirsty." You laughed, a small flush appearing on your face as you watched his adams apple bob with every gulp.

"Heh, yeah." He set the glass down on a side table and turned to you. "What are you doing all the way over there? Cmere." He wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you close, squishing into his side on the twin-size bed. You giggled and leaned in, only to remember your plan for the day.

"Actually Peter," You placed a hand on his chest, leaning up, "I do have to get going. I just remembered I have a test this Tuesday and I have not studied. Like, at all." You sighed, unraveling yourself from his embrace.

He got up and frowned, obviously not pleased that you were leaving so soon. "Will you be back? I thought we were gonna spend the day together." He mumbled. He might as well look like a puppy who just got kicked, and you clutched your heart.

"I should be, I just have to skim through some pages, probably write a few notes, and then I'll be done. It isn't a big test anyways." You stood up and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly before pecking him on his grey cheek. "Bye! I'll miss you! Don't leave the dorm~" You skid to the door before he asked any questions and exited.

Skipping to the girl's dormitory, you ran up the stairs and into your room. You weren't lying when you said you had a test, so you got to work. Sitting down at your desk, you pulled the giant book that your professor insisted everyone buys and opened it up.

After 2 hours and a quickly frustrated cry, you felt prepared for the test. You were not expecting it to take that long, so you checked the phone that you had thrown onto your bed in the middle of your outburst. 24 new messages from none other than your boyfriend.

Eyebrows rose, you unlocked the screen and went into your messages, clicking on 'Babe'. You breathed a sigh of relief when most of the texts were asking how it's going, the usual clingy boyfriend, but once you scrolled down your mouth dropped open.

Several messages whining, begging for you to come. "Baby? Please answer." "I need you so bad right now." "I know you gave me the pill." That made your heart skip. "I want to bend you over my bed and pound the fuck out of so bad.."

Your cheeks burned as you read the others, many depicting what he would do to you if you were there. And my god, you wanted to instantly teleport to his room. But you can't, so your legs will have to do. Tearing your clothes off, you quickly changed bra and underwear into a little more lacey, and throw your clothes back over.

Opening your door, you slam it shut and run down the stairs, out the dorm, and into the next. The boy's dorm was across the campus, so you did have to catch your breath in between, hell you'll probably be losing it when you open your boyfriend's door. Entering the building, you dragged yourself up the stairs, slightly sweaty and trying to gain back your breath.

You didn't bother knocking, twisting the knob open, and entering the blazing hot room. "Jesus Christ it's hot.. Peter!" Your cheeks flushed as you saw him on top of his bed, pants resting at his ankles, one of his hands underneath his shirt, and the other jacking himself off furiously. You saw his eyes shoot to you before his pumping quickened.

"Oh fuck!" He seethed through his teeth as he released, cum shooting from his tip, falling onto his chest. You put your hands to your lips, covering your agape mouth. You watch as your boyfriend trembles under the intensity of his orgasm, and after a few seconds, he stills. Looking up at you, face hot as sweat falls from his forehead, he whines to you. "Baby? Please.. Cmere." His sinful voice sends tingles down your spine, and you hurriedly walk over to him.

"Peter, yes I'm here. Oh god, you're so hot." You touch his skin, burning and sweaty. He sits up and grabs your arm, before pulling you onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he shoves his head into your neck. He inhales hard, smelling your scent as he softly humps you.

"Fuck, you smell so good.." You thought you heard him purring as he licks and sucks onto your neck, hands lowering as he explores your clothed body. It's not long before his large hands are under your shirt, moving upwards before taking your perky breasts into his palms. He kisses your neck as he rubs your erected nipples, and you moan along with his urgent pants.

"Oh, please Y/n. I can't wait any longer, baby, take off your clothes." You take a moment to register what he said as his face leans back and his hands fall, too lost in pleasure.

"Huh? Oh, yes, of course." You strip quickly, the room heating your skin up almost instantly. Peter is over you in an instant, your back pressed into the bed as he hovers over you. Bending down, he sloppily kisses your breasts, moving towards your torso before he stops at the place between your legs.

"Open wide for me, darling." He purrs, but it felt more like a command. You're happy to oblige, as you spread your legs, allowing him to place his hands over your thighs. You feel his breath on your wet muscle as he reels his head towards you. Opening his mouth, he licks a long stride up your entrance, swirling his tongue around your pink button as he laps up your arousal. "Mhmm.. You taste so good, darling."

He licks you more, and you buck your hips into him. Grasping your thighs tightly, his vivid blue eyes stare at you as if a warning. "Patience. Do you know how long I waited for you?" He swirls his tongue in hard circles around your clit, sucking your pleasure point. "Mhm, darling, I am going to make you cum so hard."

You felt a presence near your entrance, before feeling him push a finger inside. Slowly pumping as he speaks, you twitch from his breath tickling you. "You won't be able to walk for a fucking week." As he finishes, he's already sliding another finger inside. Not waiting for you to adjust, already so full, he slides his fingers from you slowly, before pushing them back in.

You gasp from above him, his face deep between your legs, tongue wrapping around your clit as he pumps you. Drool drips from his red muscle onto you, which he laps away from creating circles that get you screaming. You could hear the squelch of his fingers, exiting before pushing back inside. You scream and tremble under him, already so close to your orgasm. You could feel it co-..

"That's right baby, cum for me."

"Fuck!" You scream as you released, squeezing tightly around his fingers as his tongue continues to lick you. Your eyes shut tightly, one sense was incredibly weighted as your boyfriend overstimulated you with his tongue. After about 20 seconds, you're weightless and twitching.

His fingers are pulled from you as his head leans up. Sopping wet, he slides his fingers up your pussy once before bringing them to his lips, placing them into his opened mouth before sucking up your juices. Oh god. That was hot.

"Now.." He leaned over you, face inches from yours as you felt something hard rub between your inner thighs. "I am going to wreak you." His voice drops numbers, and you swear you got even wetter. Nodding, you bite your lip as he grins, grabbing ahold of himself before positioning right before your entrance.

You sensed him before you felt him, and my, did you feel him. Sliding in slowly, he let you adjust as he entered you. "That's a good girl.. So tight for me." He exhales, strands of his dark hair falling in front of his face as he stares, baby blues into you. "Ah fuck, darling.." His voice is humanized dark oak, rich and deep. And so, so low...

"P-Peter.." He shushes you with his lips as he reels his hips back, leaving your warm hole for just a moment, before slamming back inside. You cry out into his mouth, and he wraps his tongue around yours, hungrily kissing you. Your eyes tighten and shut as he plunges into you, a lewd wet sound awakening in the small dorm.

You grasp his shoulders, and he breaks away from your mouth. You moan as he starts to pant over you, leaning up and grabbing ahold of your breast softly for a little stability. A large grey hand rubs your nipple, as the other holds your waist. Pulled away, you move your hands up and clutch the pillow, anything to keep your boyfriend fucking you hard, and a little to not let your head hit the wall.

The familiar pressure builds in your abdomen, and you feel your second orgasm coming closer. The repetitive motions, his hands around you.. You open your eyes to be met with two, deep, voidless aqua iris'. You always told your boyfriend he had such beautiful eyes. As if to communicate with your eyes, he sped up his thrusts, encouraging your orgasm.

You cried out as he plunged into you, hitting your spot perfectly. He fit your walls so well, filling you up as no one/thing had ever before. "Baby? Are you close?" He grinned, rubbing your nipples as he swung his hips.

"Ah! Please, please..!" You screamed as he took the one hand off your waist, bringing it to your puffed, pink button. Rubbing your clit sent you over the edge, and you clutched the pillows hard as you came. It took you a moment to come back, exhaling deeply as Peter stilled in you. You looked up when you felt him slide out of you, a long 'shlick' sound heard from exiting. Fluid drips from you down your thighs, onto the blankets.

"Peter? Wha-" You yelped as he flipped you over, onto your hands and knees over the bed. You were still a bit trembly but didn't fall. You were about to turn your head when you felt your hair being pulled from the roots. Preventing you from looking behind you, you muffled a squeal as you felt a hand sliding up your arched back.

It tickled, and you shivered as a hand groped your breast. "I didn't allow you to cum." His cock plunged into your from behind, and you felt yourself squeeze around him in familiarity. You moaned around the sensation, before suddenly feeling a searing pain upon your ass. His hand hit you again, that's gonna leave a mark too.

"I'm sorry!" You yelp as another one is landed, although a little softer this time. He slows his hips, allowing you to stretch around him as he exits and enters at the snail of a snail.

"Count baby. Be a good girl and count my fucking slaps as I fuck you." You do as he says, tears brimming to your eyes at each slap.

"F-four.." Your ass is red and hurt, but you can't help but love it.

"That's right, you're doing so well." He growls, leaning down towards your ear as he speeds up. His thrusting becomes animalistic as you climb the numbers, getting to 13 before even a soft finger makes you flinch. Biting your lip, you tremble under him as he traces his hand marks over your bruised bum. "You did excellently." He purrs, leaning his head towards your ear once more as he thrusts into you.

"Ah- God, you really tightened up huh?" He strains, exhaling hard. It seems he's close as he clenches around your waist, holding you tight as he pounds into you. You could feel him ready, sucking him in further before he makes a gurgled sound. He whines, cumming fast into you, hotness spreads around you, warming you up.

Slouching over you, you could feel his breath on your shoulder, feeling the last drops spill inside you before he pulls out. He heaves, and you shiver at the sound. Removing himself from you, you take a few moments to clean yourself up, and try to at the bed. On your knees, as you wipe at the covers, you feel hands grab your waist.

A purr enters your ear, and you feel a head rest on your shoulder. "What are you doing? We aren't done." You could hear his grin.

#your boyfriend #your boyfriend x reader #yourboyfriend x reader #your boyfriend visual game #yourboyfriend

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myhereditament · 2 years

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Which NPC(s) would drug the PC to knock them out cold, leaving them completely limp and helpless, not even the slightest bit aware that they’re getting fucked? They’ll feel it when they come back around, of course, but until then they’re just a completely oblivious fucktoy. And even once they wake up, it’s not like they’ll know who did this to them.

Oh, definitely Leighton. Probably has been eyeing your perky little ass for a while now, except that it’s almost impossibly hard to get to you. You somehow avoid every detention, slippery as ever, with a strange sense warning you away from Leighton from the very first time you met them. Knowing all the little tunnels and passages in and out of the school, you manage quite well—for a while.

What you don’t know is that the more you avoid Leighton, the more you stoke their lust for you. Now all they want is to film your naked body in excruciating detail as you writhe from pleasure and pain. It keeps their eyes on you at school, searching for the right moment. And there it comes, without fail.

They love how your body is so limp from the drugging. You can’t run away now, can you? And Leighton is patient. They waited this long for the right moment. They can wait a little more. It is almost methodical, the way that Leighton approaches it. There you are, spread out like a nice dessert, all naked except for your socks and school shoes. Lube is applied liberally, with a vibrator held against all your sensitive parts. Even unconscious, you start twitching and whimpering. Leighton wonders if you are dreaming of them.

Everything is filmed in all possible angles. Leighton makes sure to get a close up shot on your gaping lips, rubbing his thumb on it, pushing it in. Another close up between your legs, on your tight little hole before the fucking, and the wet, dripping version after the fucking. They push in as deep as they can, violating your hole with their fingers, their tongue, and everything else. You should be walking with a limp for a while, by the look of it.

And you do, after waking up from hours of oblivious torture. Your breath stops momentarily from the realisation that whoever took you so mercilessly did not even do you the courtesy of wiping you down. It’s still wet and dripping between your legs, as a fluid from god-knows-what runs down your thigh.

You have a fairly good guess that it’s Leighton. And it is, of course. But Leighton doesn’t approach you, not for a while, savouring your discomfort that you are entirely helpless. They’ll watch you squirm with the mystery a little longer. After that, they can have some more fun with the plenty of blackmail material that they have.

Also, on a side note, high love but high rage Avery might pull this shit, after already dismissing you. Yes, they thought it would be easy to forget you once you are gone. What do they say? Out of sight, out of mind? They planned to simply find another one, a little more dumb and obedient this time. But for some goddamn reason, they cannot forget you.

Yet it isn’t like Avery to go crawling back to you willingly. It grates too much on their pride, acting like a lovesick weakling to an orphan, of all things. Instead, they pull some strings. And there you are, delivered practically to his doorstep.

Admittedly, it is not one of the sex that Avery is most proud of. There is no tact, just pure, unadulterated desire. Pressing themselves down on you, leaving countless marks and bruises on your skin. They missed precisely this. You. Your body, wide open just for them. Avery hates how much they crave you. No matter. The hatred can be unleashed on you. You are nothing more than their fucktoy in this moment, and Avery wishes that you would stay like this forever.

When you wake up, you’ll remember nothing. Avery thinks that is almost a shame. So as a parting gift, they give you one last kiss. Hard, wet, wanting.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #tw drugging #dol avery #avery the businessperson #degrees of lewdity avery #dol leighton #leighton the headmaster #leighton the headteacher #tw noncon

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kkodzvken · 3 years

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right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

***3 months later***

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

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