#*FUCKING GROSS SOBS LIKE A BITCH????*

[blogalreadydoesntexist]

if i see you comment shit on a post about trans women and go 'well males with experiences of transgender dysphori-'

im going to personally fucking skin you you ratty ass piece of bitch fuck. I'm going to shit into your mouth, give you laxatives, and make you into a goddamn one person human centipede.

transphobia is gross as shit. i dont care if you think youre supportive or what, im going to call you a piece of shit for being a piece of shit.

vice versa goes as well. transphobic shit will not be tolerated, and i DONT CARE for pieces of shit.

ps: terfs cry harder :3

dual ps: if you want a nazi sucking terf blocklist just head down the reblog and comment notes DAMN you guys get no bitches

#al's general discourse #i find it hysterical that if terfs see women being disliked for toxic traits they piss themselves then they see a trans woman being praised #-for good traits and start shitting and sobbing. #like bitch i just???? fucker im white and privileged and shit #yet i still understand that discrimination is fucking gross. wonder how you guys react to black women #pieces of shit probably think that black people can only be guys. wouldnt be surprised; jkr asses. #cw #tw #abuse cw #cw homophobia #cw violence #cw abuse #cw transphobes #tw transphobes #tw homophobia

[milkii-galaxii]

From : @sutanaito​

Breakdown brings a cube for his sparkmate? You bet he is. Knockout better be not pushing himself so much. Added small smooches to the smaller mech as well??? What a lovely pair.

Ah, busy, busy, busy. Datapads laid across the table. The doctor loved his job, but looking through boring datapads was not one of them. He picked one up to skim through, one after another. Knock Out didn’t realize his Conjunx had entered the medbay, until he noticed the energon cube being placed on the table, and then the kisses. He let out a chuckle. Nothing brightened up his day but him. 

“ Aw, come here, you- ”

He pulled Breakdown’s head down gently and placed a kiss on his intake before pulling away.

“ Thanks for the energon cube, big boy. ”

#{ 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻! 🍰} ask answered #[ FANDOM : TRANSFORMERS ] #{ I'M A HEALER BUT— } knock out #{ in character } #{ roleplay } #{ sutanaito } #{ ain't nobody 'round here on your level. you're so far away } knock out x breakdown #*FUCKING GROSS SOBS LIKE A BITCH????* #DO U KNOW IT TOOK 5 YEARS STRAIGHT THAT THERE IS FINALLY A SHIP GOING ON #5 YEARS #OF NOT BEING ABLE TO GET ANY MUSES SHIPPED WITH MUTUALS #knock out is the one friend in the group who is dating #everyone is single except him

[baby-prophet]

I started sobbing after I thought the elevator doors were closed and thought I was in the clear but the stranger who just got off the elevator asked me if I was alright as the doors were closing. ........ and now im sobbing harder.. .

#i didnt start ceying until after it got resolved #which i think is good i didnt completely freak out like i was able to hold myself together #and get shit fixed but god i feel so fucking stupid #but i was like sobbing the whole way home #and calling myself names like you dumb cock sucking bdumbass bitch #im drunk and sad and kept gagging on phlem its so gross im so fucking upset #im ok strangers are ok #im never drinking and helping people ever again LOL #nah i promised the homeless man who im becomi g friends with some cash for food #like hes cool and nice to me #norm.allie #my roomate hasnt asked me if im ok #which is ok but im ...... idk #college owns

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bound and bruised

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, NONCON!!!!, r*pe, male receiving oral, choking, p in v sex, unwilling sex, kidnapping, blacking out, loss of virginity, dead dove do not eat (PLEASE heed the warnings)

“stop fucking screaming.” rafe grunts out as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks.

“my knees!” you sob out. only moments ago rafe had shoved you down, bruising and scraping your knees against the rough flooring. you're sure they're going to be bruised by tomorrow.

“i don't care, bitch.” rafe says, gently slapping you on the cheek, more of a pat to get your attention back on him.

“you're being so mean.” you try to stand up, but rafes rough hand on your shoulder pushes you back down.

“stop trying to get away. you know you can't outrun me so you might as well just do as i say.”

“and what is it you want me to do?” you cross your arms as you glare up at rafe.

“easy.” he huffs out. “you're going to suck my dick.”

“your- your what?” you squeal, eyes widening when rafe reaches to his shorts, swiftly undoing the zipper and button, pulling the two sides of the flap open, but not pushing them down his hips yet.

“you heard me.” rafe smirks down at you, at the look on your face, one of confusion, verging on terror. “now im gonna take my dick out. and you're going to lick it.”

you try one more time to stand up, to flee and get away, but rafe is too strong, easily keeping you on your knees with one hand while the other frees himself from the confines of his clothes, kicking his shorts off before the underwear are also tugged down.

your eyes widen when you come face to face with rafes cock, hard and standing away from his body, much bigger than you could have imagined, but it fits his tall frame.

“i don't want to do this, rafe.” you whine. you've never sucked dick before, and you certainly don't want your first time to be with a guy you barely talk to.

“too bad. now lick it, it's for your own good.”

“what does that mean?” you question, but rafe doesn't respond, moving his hand to grip the hair at the back of your head as he pushes you forward.

your nose bumps his cock as you try to swivel your head out of the way, replaying rafes words in your head. 

you stick your tongue out, taking a cautious lick against his length. you make a face, spitting onto the ground. “this is gross, rafe!”

“you have about five seconds to start licking before i just shove my whole cock down your throat. go.”

you know rafes threat isn't an idle one, so you push away the oddly salty taste as you begin to lick, focusing just on the mid shaft, ignoring the pulsing head of his cock for as long as you can.

“put it in your mouth, come on. you gotta get it real wet.” rafe encourages you.

“for what?”

“suck me first and then you'll find out.” rafe says, guiding your head to the head of his cock.

you part your lips, placing them around the head of his cock, feeling the weight against your tongue as you suck slightly, not sure what you're supposed to be doing.

“shit- that's good. just be careful for your teeth. if you bite me, you'll regret it.”

you have no plans of biting rafe as your tongue flicks over his slit, finding the taste slightly more bearable now that you've gotten used to it.

“that's it, good girl.” rafe says, even though the only reason you take more of his cock in your mouth is his hand pushing your head down.

“cover it in spit baby, you'll be grateful when i fuck you.”

your eyes widen and you try to pull off. no way you're letting rafe fuck you and losing your virginity like this.

“oh, no you don't.” rafe warns, pushing his hips forward to bury his cock down your throat as you gag aggressively around him, more tears pooling down your cheeks.

rafe pulls you off after a moment as you sputter, coughing aggressively to get the tickle out of your throat.

“get up. im gonna fuck you now.”

“no!” you squeal. you really should know better by now. should just lay back and let rafe do whatever he wishes, but you still fight him and try to get away.

rafe tugs you up by your hair, your scalp burning as he pushes you against the daybed, warm from the sun shining down on it, comfortable and soft in sharp contrast to how rafe is treating you.

“now let's see if you got my dick wet enough for this not to hurt.” rafe makes quick and easy work of your clothing, flipping the bottom of your dress up and literally tearing away your underwear as you cry out, skin burning from the fabric.

“it'll be better for you if you relax.” rafe says, spreading your legs open for him, looking down at both your holes as your ass spreads for him, but even he isn't going to take it that far as his cock presses against your pussy.

you're not wet in the slightest, and despite the spit, it still burns as rafe pushes inside as you cry out, gripping onto the daybed, grabbing a pillow and tossing it back at rafe, who easily swats it away.

“don't piss me off or i wont give you any time to adjust.” he warns.

you manage to relax slightly, enough for rafe to push all the way inside as he sits for a moment with his cock buried in your cunt, the virginity you were planning on losing on your wedding night now ripped away from you.

“shit, you're fucking tight.” rafe moans. “next time i fuck you ill get you wet too. i bet if i lick your pussy you'll get soaked for me.”,

“you're not gonna fuck me again.” you growl out.

“i will. i own you now. your pussy is mine, baby.” rafe makes his point by pulling out then pushing his cock in with a hard, punishing thrust.

your defiant words are lost on your tongue as he moves, thrusting into you with a tight hold on your hips, keeping your ass in the air.

rafes moans and growls are loud and unafraid of the neighbors hearing, like him fucking a girl on his back patio is a regular enough occurance for them to not look.

you try to keep breathing, try to keep your cunt relaxed as his cock pushes in and out, your wetness slowly increasing from the stimulation.

“you like this, huh?” rafe smirks, hands moving to grip your ass, leaving red marks from his fingers as he squeezes at your plump flesh.

“it-it feels good.” you admit with shame, red flaring over your cheeks. no point in lying when rafe can literally feel the way your body is responding.

“and i haven't even touched your clit yet.” rafe chuckles. “you'll gush, baby.”

despite his words, rafe makes no movement for your clit. right now isn't about your pleasure as he pulls your body back onto his cock to meet his already hard thrusts.

“don't… don't cum inside of me. please.” you plead out, chest rubbing against the daybed as he moves you, nipples hard even through the multiple layers of fabric and padded bra.

“where should i cum then?”

“anywhere. my ass, my mouth-”

“ill go for mouth. but get on birth control because im gonna flood your pussy next time.” rafe continues thrusting until you feel his cock swell inside of you.

he pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your back. you only have a second to take a quick breath before rafe is kneeling over you, shoving his cock between your lips as his hand strokes his base.

the second your lips close around his head, he's cumming, filling your mouth with the salty taste as you swallow it down, somehow seeming more pleasing than trying to spit it all out.

“that's a good girl.” rafe pats your cheek before turning to splay out next to you on the day bed as your chest heaves, pussy feeling stretched and sensitive.

“you wanna cum?” rafe asks. “i can rub your clit.”

“i don't want you to touch me ever again.” you say, adrenaline wearing off as tears form in your eyes once again.

“i wish you wouldn't say that type of thing, baby.” rafe frowns, reaching over to wrap his strong hand around your neck. your body flails as you try to hold onto the last bit of oxygen, but ultimately you give out, vision going black.

you wake up much later. you're not sure how long, but it's been multiple hours, your throat is dry from lack of water and rafe choking you until you blacked out.

“see what happens if you misbehave?” rafe asks as your head snaps to look at him, not even realizing he was in the room.

you look down at your wrist, handcuff wrapped around it, connected to a chain, which is secured to the very bed you're sitting on.

“now.” rafe smiles wickedly, moving to the edge of the bed. “about touching your clit…”

#dddne #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #outer banks smut #tw noncon #rafe fic #rafe fanfic #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe x oc #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x oc #rafe cameron x reader #rafe imagine #rafe one shot #rafe blurb #rafe drabble #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron one shot

[konigsblog]

gooner konig grossly obsessed with loser gf who’s a femcel? she’s like the embodiment of “damn bitch you live like this??” maybe…anal..

femcel!reader... save me.

tw/cw: ‘pick me’ behaviour, scent kink, loser!reader, porn addiction/‘gooning’, perv!könig, misogyny. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+

you're the perfect woman for könig. although despite being loved by men for being different from others, for being misogynist to your own gender, women despise you. they think you're trying too hard and feel disgusted by your behaviour, especially when you put others down to lift yourself up.

you're pretty disgusting. your apartment is messy, with sex toys laying around everywhere and rubbish all over the ground. you're his ideal standards, messy, gross, perverted — just like him.

due to könig being a gooner, a porn addict, and a perverted weirdo, you usually spend the majority of your time underneath his desk, fucking your tight ass onto his slick, meaty cock, or sucking him off beneath the table, making a sloppy mess of his hard dick.

könig is the #2 fanatic when it comes to anal, with you being #1, the both of you fucked-out stupid laying around on the couch, reeking of alcohol and weed. yo throw your ass back on his broad, sturdy hips at the thickness inside of your hole, stretching your asshole out for könig, the throbbing sensation of his hard dick leaving you whimpering, sobbing, and drooling all over yourself pathetically.

you're depraved, just like könig. it's a match made in heaven, with you humping his t-shirt and huffing at his musky boxers, your eyes rolled back and your pearly arousal spread and smeared along the fabric, your aroused sex drooling with pleasure as it rolls down your thighs in glossy droplets.

perhaps you spend too much time in front of your computer, fingering yourself while playing video games with your horrible, filthy boyfriend. :(

#orla speaks #tw: misogyny #scent kink #könig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #konig x you #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #cod x y/n #cod x reader #cod x reader smut #cod smut #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about how gross!perv!eddie would love watching steve fuck you before he played with you and your pussy )))):

tw: sexual content, degradation, fingering, cunnilingus, fluid play, slapping, dirty talk, crying.

Nothing with Eddie was ever innocent, there was always motive and intent behind everything he did. When he told you that you should fuck Steve since he was so desperate to feel your pussy around him, you knew he had ulterior motives.

When he walks in on you both, your ankles are on Steve’s shoulders as he pounds you so deep you feel it in your throat. When both you and Steve notice at the same time that he’s there, neither of you say anything — if anything, it spurs Steve on, and he comes deep in your cunt with a grunt of your name.

Steve pulls out of you, smirking at Eddie as he does it, salutes him with two fingers when he backs out of the room. You’re too cock drunk to notice it, if you had you’d of known it was a mutual agreement between them.

You don’t realise what Eddie’s doing until it’s too late — the bed dips with his weight and he’s pushing your thighs apart, diving face first into your pussy to lick Steve’s cum out of your aching walls. You squeal, try to move away by wiggling your hips but Eddie holds you in place with his firm hands stretching the meat of your legs apart.

You sob, overstimulated and body vibrating as he tongues at your cunt, nose rubbing perfectly along your swollen clit as he does it. He doesn’t let up until you cum with a meek cry, a mixture of Steve’s jizz and your own release dripping down you, onto the soiled sheets below.

Eddie rises quickly, grabs at your cheeks with harsh, thick fingers, cool metal of his rings biting at your soft skin, thumb running along your lips until you’re forced to part them. You do so willingly, then he bends forward and spits directly into your mouth — Steve’s cum and his saliva pooling on your tongue and sliding down your throat until you swallow it.

“Dirty, filthy fucking slut,” Eddie growls, grinning as he unbuckles his belt and shoved his pants down his thighs, thick cock springing out in all of its glory — it looks angry, needy, dark red at the tip and blurting precum. Your cunt quivers on instinct, unable to look away.

You try to clamp your legs shut, but Eddie’s firm hands back on your thighs rip them back open again, and he’s sliding into you with one long thrust, stretching you unbearably far until you’re clenching around his cock, hot tears falling onto your cheeks.

“Aw, is the little slut crying, hmm?” Eddie laughs, reaching a hand out to grasp your neck and squeeze until you’re moaning, both of your own hands clamping down on his wrist — not moving him, keeping him there, “Fuck — can still feel Steve’s load running down my cock, tell me was he as good as me?”

You shake your head no and once you do Eddie pulls out of you and shoves back in to the hilt, building up a brutal pace that has his skin slapping against yours so hard that it echoes in the room, has you moving up the bed.

“No, I thought not. A dirty bitch like you needs it rough, huh?” Eddie smirks and his words drip with venom, his moans forced down into his stomach so you don’t know how good your tight cunt makes him feel.

You nod, crying out as the curve of Eddie’s cock brutalises your spongey spot, pussy so slick that every hard, deep thrust comes with ease, “Ah — ah! Please, Eddie, fuck me harder, I’m such a good slut, please!”

Eddie squeezes at your throat one last time before removing his hand, in favour of grappling at the backs of your thighs and forcing your legs up so far that your knees are on either side of your head. You positively wail at the new angle, Eddie’s thrusts going deeper than before, pace getting sloppier as he neared the edge. It teeters on painful, the mushroom head of his cock abusing your cervix enough it’s going to leave a bruise.

You look into his wild eyes, every puff of his breath a mixture of cigarette smoke and the bourbon he’d clearly been drinking before he arrived. The squelching noises coming from your pussy are disgusting, yet music to both of your ears — you’re so wet that he slips out, runs the tip of his cock up and down, teasing at your asshole before deciding against it and slipping back into you with ease.

“Y’gonna cum, baby?” Eddie coos, laughing in your face as you open your mouth on a loud cry, your tummy coiling up at his filthy words, “Cum with a pussy full of some other guys jizz? You’re such a whore, aren’t you, so easy for it.”

You bite down on your lip, fingertips digging into Eddie’s shoulders as you come with a loud cry, walls spasming around him as you release a gush of slick, spraying all over his dark thatch of pubes and making everything impossibly wetter.

Eddie grips at your cheeks again, slaps you for good measure and cums with a low grunt, deep in your pussy, painting your fluttering, soaked walls with his release.

Your whole body goes limp, legs falling onto the bed as Eddie slips out of you, a large pool of mixed body fluids sliding out with him. Your eyes are clenched shut, hot tears falling down your cheeks from the overstimulation, an animalistic cry coming from your mouth as Eddie slots two thick fingers back into your abused cunt, his rings sliding in along with them, as he runs the pads along your abused g-spot.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, babygirl,” Eddie coos, though the words come out disgusting and the way he means them are just as vile, too, “keep going, keep screaming for me. You’re only making my cock hard again.”

You sob out loud, whole body wracking with it until you’re being silenced by two wet fingers forcing their way into your mouth, salty and bitter and pressing down on your tongue until you’re gagging. Eddie’s words make a shiver run down your spine;

“It’s gonna be a long night sweetheart, I’m far from finished with you yet.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #gross!eddie #x reader #mine #my fanfic #eddie munson blurb #blurb

[tang3r1n]

for @hystixia cause i just had a beautiful brain fart idea 💡

18+, dub/non con, breaking n entering, oral (m->f), jeff being gross, fingering, specifically chubbier reader!!

jeff but with a cute lil shy, chubby GEEKY bitch who wears blue light glasses cause she constantly glued to her phone and laptop. so much so she doesn’t even notice him following her in broad daylight, too engrossed in her latest internet obsession to notice him softly busting open her window and slipping in, definitely not paying attention to him and he slowly walks towards her innocently sinful form splayed out comfortably on her bed, headphone blaring an obscure anime intro so loud he can head the lyrics.

he brandished his signature knife n rips her away from the hypnotic blue hue of her screen, big ol’ doe eyes shining from the glare of her glasses as he grins maniacally and stares down at her, all comfy in her loose, worn t-shirt and skimpy skimpy shorts. he groans as she instantly starts begging, cock already throbbing in his tight jeans at how adorable her sweet pleading sounds.

jeff with a cute chubby geek who promises she won’t tell anyone if he just leave— even when he’s ripping her obviously sentimental short in two and using his (most likely bloody) knife to slice her shorts dangerously close to the puffy little prize between her thick thighs. he feel his body practically vibrating with pleasure at the sight of her fat jiggling while she pathetically squirmed as sobbed, horrified and knowingly docile in the face of his terrible, terrible evil.

jeff who folds his lil cute geek in half and dives into her chubby pussy, nose clumsily bumping against her little gem as his impossibly long tongue barged its way past her tight hole. the sensations were too much for his geeky loser, she thrashes more harshly now, whining and trying to push him off. his scars, marred and mangled as they were, tickled her thighs and his blunt nails dig in so hard they left thin trails of blood that slowly slipped past his pale hands and onto her bedsheets as he devoured her.

the disgustingly salacious noises of him eating her cunt made his geek’s tummy flutter as she felt queasy and horny all at once, body betraying her mind as she fought not to come apart in his heinous hold.

jeff who finger fucks his chubby loner so hard the slap of his palm against her sore clit made her arch, a stripe of pain shooting up her slide alongside the traitorous feeling of pure pleasure. he cooed down at her softly, uncharacteristically gentle as he brushed the stray hairs out of her face and fixed her glasses on right. it didn’t last long, the soft touch, as soon he grabbed her jaw and forced her to kiss his bloody, slick covered lips, pulling away just to hock and spit in her mouth.

jeff who loves loves loves it when she finally ums around his slender fingers, three shoved deep in her plush pussy walls as she convulsed around them, her mind finally giving into the forceful pleasure. eye rolled back, back arched beautifully, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and soft tummy shaking with the power of her rushed orgasm as he slowed his hand, massaging the soft walls of her now sticky cunt as she calmed down.

in her post-nut haze, she failed to notice him slipping his fingers out, already dozing off as she disgustingly sucked them clean, using the same fingers to repeat the process a few more times, obsessed with how his chubby geek’s cunt tasted on his villainous tongue.

he grinned as she snores softly, quickly snapping a photo of her disheveled self before pocketing a random pair of dirty (he can only hope) panties and slips back out into the night, locking her window back and leaving his mark on her window frame so no one else can perv on his cute, shy lil chubby geek <33

#got a lil wild with this ehh #[‘v33nxs’ updated her blog!] #[‘jeff’ stopped to say hi!] #jtk smut #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #jeff the killer x chubby reader #x chubby reader #yandere jeff the killer #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #yandere #yandere jtk #yandere x chubby reader #[‘v33nxs’ left a gift for ‘hystixia’!]

[chai-berries]

i’m a little crybaby bitch & i just sobbed over a movie but all i could think about is being abby’s little crybaby gf & having her comfort me </3

sooo unfortunately/fortunately i am not a big crier when it comes to anything but one of my best friends is a happy/sad/bored crier and i’ve helped her calm down post cry a few times. she’s a true cancer <3 i’ll channel her into my thoughts.

im thinking of two scenarios, watching something sad without abby & watching it with her ⤵️

watching without abby:

she’d probably be working on something in another room when you decide to start a sad fucking movie. abby’s ears perk at the first sniffle, but she brushes it off cause it’s always allergy season. but when she hears you shakily breathe out “oh,,, my gOD” with your voice all broken and wet, she’s immediately sliding to a stop right outside the living room. you’re curled up with a huge blanket swallowing you, surrounded by snacks and your emotional support water bottle. she notes your wide, glossy eyes and coos “baby what’s wrong?” and you gesture at the tv, “she - she just loves her family so so much! and she couldn’t tell them before they died!” your voice is cracking around your words.

abby has absolutely no idea who “she” is but that doesn’t keep her from sitting down and pulling you into her side, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. “they’re just a - a great family” you stutter though tears. abby looks up at the tv and sighs. “baby, why did you chose the saddest movie on netflix?” you hesitate. “uh, i was up to the challenge?” “yeah? how’s it going?” she quirks a brow at you. you laugh wetly and abby mentally fist pumps. she presses a kiss to your temple. “okay, how about we watch something happy. ill refill your water.” abby gets up to go into the kitchen when she’s stopped by a tug on her back belt loop. you’re looking up at her, eyes less glossy but still not dry enough. “what?” she asks. “thanks for putting up with a crybaby for a girlfriend.” she picks up your hand from its place at her waist and brings it up to her lips. “anything for you sweet cheeks”

watching with abby:

“no, no, no, nah, not happening! abby, please tell me they’re not gonna do what i think they’re gonna do!” you pause the movie and shake abby’s shoulder, your face so serious in the light of the television. abby giggles and shrugs like a fucking twerp and nudges you to keep watching the movie. she tells you that “you’ll find out soon - keep watching” like she’s never, in all the time you’ve been together, been witness to the millions of times you deep dived imdb and wikipedia five minutes into a movie whenever it starts out with a sad scene.

you don’t do sad movies. and it’s for a good reason! you get all dehydrated and you look sick for hours afterwards!! it’s embarrassing and gross!! abby has witnessed it once and, like her father’s daughter, handed you a glass of water and pulled you gently into her arms, holding you until you got your breathing under control. and that was a week before you asked her out!! on your first date she told you that the crying thing made her want to “take care of you forever”… is it too obvious to point out that she soooooo got lucky that night?

however, in present time she might be sleeping on the couch for trying to get a depressing movie past you. she apologizes to you, tucking you under her arm. “i promise it’s gonna be worth your tears, okay?” she kisses your head. “and i always take care of my crybaby girlfriend, don’t i?” she kisses the same spot again. you relax into her side.

… sooo it’s safe to say you sobbed a whole lot at the end and completely soaked the front of abby’s shirt. you guys had shifted horizontal mid-movie, you laying on top of her. “i hate you” sounds a lot more honest when you’re not desperately clutching at the waist of the person you’re talking to. “but it was a good story, right?? aww i’m sooo sorry, baby,” abby rubs your back. she hands you your water bottle and chocolate before you even think to ask, like she always does. then, you begin the embarrassingly to you cute to abby process that involves sips of water, bites of chocolate, and your head following the rhythm of abby’s chest up and down as you match her breaths.

<\3

no but really we all know abby will always comfort you even if she has no context to what you’re crying about! ride or die babyyyy

#hi anon <3 #WHEW! #this took so much brain power #but i did it!!!!!! #abby anderson x reader #abby brainrot era #abby anderson x you #mads’ headcanons #q&a

[mypoisonedvine]

I need more perv Eddie please like that last one all the talk even the getting off between her lips🤤😩DIRTY FILTHY MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING

warnings: public sex, anal, choking, spanking, ass to mouth (with fingers), slightly dubcon (she tells him to slow down and he doesn't because she didn't safeword), degradation ('whore' 'slut' and 'bitch') but also lots of praise at the end

GUYS BASICALLY IT'S REALLY GROSS DON'T SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU...

this is part 3!! here's part 1 and part 2 :)

The bleachers rumbled every time there was a score, a big metallic stir above you like thunder-- but you barely even heard it. You just heard Eddie moaning in your ear as he held you tight and fucked you hard.

"Fuck-- y'like this?" he groaned. "Getting fucked on your hands and knees, like a whore, in front of all these people?"

You whimpered and nodded quickly, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket that he'd laid under you to protect your delicate skin from the gymnasium floor. What a gentleman.

"One of them looks down through the seats and they're gonna see you being my little slut," he reminded you, "is that what you want? Want them to see?"

You nodded again, feeling your insides pulse with need.

"Then moan louder for me," he suggested, and you did. You didn't even look to see if anyone heard, if there were any curious eyes peering between the steel; you could barely hear yourself think with the volume all around, the sensory overload only adding to your overstimulation.

He'd already made you come twice before he fucked you-- once with his fingers, once with his mouth; he said something about wanting to make that pretty pussy leak down your thighs before he fucked you raw. You know, just paraphrasing.

And now you were tumbling quickly to a third, legs starting to quiver as his hand wrapped around your throat to hold you still while he plowed into you. "Do you wanna breathe, or do you wanna come?" he asked roughly.

"Wanna come, Eddie, please!" you sobbed, losing your breath a moment later as his grip tightened on your neck. Your eyes rolled back and instantly the first wave hit you, your walls quivering as a new coating of arousal ran down your legs.

"Good girl," he grunted, fucking you even deeper, "little cunt squeezin' my dick so good-- fuck, you're so fucking dirty, baby..."

Just when you thought you might actually pass out, your whole face going tingly and numb, he let go of your neck and you gasped out a loud cry.

He sat up, holding onto your hips with one hand and your shoulder with the other so he could keep fucking you as deep as he wanted. "Hope they all fucking hear you," he grunted. "Want them to hear how good I make my girl feel."

The hand on your hip moved to give your ass a firm spank, making you arch your back happily. "More, please--"

You choke on your words because he was already hitting you two more times, rubbing the sensitive skin with his hot hand just to make you whimper louder.

He surprised you by moving his hand further across your ass as he fucked you, ever-so-subtly inching towards--

Biting your lip, you felt his thumb start to tease your puckered hole, rubbing little circles around the rim as you felt your toes curl in excitement. It was so dirty, so different, and you wanted Eddie to just do it, just take you somewhere you'd never even been touched before to remind you that you were all his.

His perverted little slut.

He kept fucking you just as fast and needy as usual-- Eddie wasn't really one to take it slow, once he was inside you he was chasing his high just about as fast as he could get it. He still took care of you, of course, but sometimes it had to be after he caught his breath and was ready to give you some attention again... thankfully, if he had just come inside you, he'd always clean up after himself while he took care of your orgasm.

(Once he even pulled out and came on your stomach but still licked it up after and fed it to you with a sloppy kiss. Eddie definitely had a kink for doing whatever filthiness he could with his come-- seemed like you were learning about a new kink of Eddie's every day.)

You smirked as you felt him press his thumb harder against your other hole, just barely beginning to breach into it. Nodding, you encouraged him to push in more, only to gasp loudly when he did-- to the first knuckle, not even that deep yet but still making your stomach twist in excitement.

Soon enough, he was pumping his thumb in and out of your ass while his cock made those filthy squishy sounds every time it filled your cunt to the brim.

Then he took it out, making you whine quietly in disappointment as you dropped your face down onto the jacket under you-- only for him to fill the empty space with two fingers twisting in your hole.

"Fuck, fuck," you heard him groan, "such a tight little ass, can barely take two of my fingers..."

It was true, your whole body was shaking trying to manage the stress.

"Makes your pussy even tighter," he continued. "I can-- baby, I can feel my cock inside you..."

His fingers rubbed against the wall in between, massaging his own cock through your barrier, and you could hardly believe the way it made your stomach drop with desire. Leave it to Eddie to fulfill all your worst fantasies and then take them a few steps further like that.

But you still needed more, of course.

"Fuck, Eddie," you whined, "put it in my ass-- fuck my ass, please? Please!"

"Oh my god," he panted, "oh my god oh my god--"

He was already pulling out of your pussy, holding your hips tight with one hand and grabbing his cock with the other to guide his head to your puckered entrance. He pushed his hips forward and your body didn't give way at first-- he groaned and did it again, making you both gasp when he broke past the tension and slipped his head inside.

"Ohh fuck," he breathed.

You whined loudly and bit your lip; it hurt, but you liked it... a lot. It was unlike anything else, an overwhelming fullness that made your pussy ache with jealousy. But she got some attention just a moment later when he slammed in deeper and his balls slapped onto your dripping hole. Your back instinctively arched the other way as he started fucking you fast and rough-- it made the stretch too strong to take. You reached back to try to grab onto his thigh through his jeans. "E-Eddie, s'too much, ow! Fuck, slow down..."

"M'sorry baby, I'm so sorry, I can't," he groaned, "fuck, it's good... it's too good, sweetheart, I need to fuck you-- god-- I need to fuck your tight little ass."

You sobbed and dug your nails into the fabric instead, clenching your jaw as you fought through the pain. He leaned down over you again, grabbing your face and slipping his fingers-- those fingers-- right into your open mouth.

"Fuck, clean my fingers off, clean my fucking fingers off," he moaned out his demand, groaning as he watched you suck on the fingers he'd pressed to your tongue. They really didn't taste like what you'd worried they would taste like-- a little musky but that's it. "Oh, you like that," he laughed proudly, "your ass fuckin' squeezed me, baby. God, I'm so close-- you feel so fucking good, my filthy fucking whore."

You hummed around the fingers-- the pain had just started to subside, and even just the little doses of pleasure from his heavy, hairy balls slamming into your pussy were adding up. Nothing turned you on like being his whore, like taking whatever he gave you no matter how taboo.

Your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes shut tight as a tingling pleasure started to crawl up your spine, and you heard him gasp. "You gonna come?" he realized. "From this? Jesus Christ. You're so good, you're fucking perfect. Disgusting little bitch."

"Mhmm," you hummed in agreement around his fingers.

"I-I'll try to last, fuck," he promised, "wanna see you come from getting fucked in the ass. God, I hope someone's watching. Free fuckin' porno-- but even in the pornos they don't come from getting their asses fucked, that's just you baby. You're such a slut, sweetheart, you're out-slutting the professionals. Are you proud of yourself? 'Cause I'm so fuckin' proud of you."

That was it-- that was what sent you over the edge, because it was the last thing you expected him to say. He sighed in your ear as he felt you come, fucking you even faster through it.

"Gonna come in your ass, gonna fill this little ass up," he grunted, but he already was, you could feel it pumping from the base of his cock into you and it was just too perfect.

You were so tingly and numb and dazed that you sort of just... came to, a minute or so later, realizing you were laying on the ground with his come leaking out of your ass. He was wrapping you up in his jacket, peppering your face with kisses.

"You're so perfect, my perfect girl," he praised quietly, "god, I-- what did I do to deserve you? Like a dirty angel from filthy pervert heaven."

You mustered enough energy to giggle, playfully trying to push him away as he buried his face in your neck. "Eddie," you whined, "can we go home yet?"

"What, you don't wanna stay and watch the game?" he smirked. "We've got such a great view of..." he glanced around at the bleachers forming a lean-to around you. "Well, of 500 pairs of shoes."

You smiled as he scooped you up into his arms, and after a long hug and some careful redressing, he helped you sneak back out with him the way you came in. You were supposed to drive back to his trailer and spend the night there, but you were so exhausted that you ended up falling asleep in each other's arms in the back of his van, without ever leaving the school parking lot.

Which, yes, did result in a knock on his window from the security guard at half-past midnight. But it was all so worth it.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #oh god this is gross #perv!eddie munson

[bsdtrash]

Ranpo, Poe, Junichiro, and Oda as bottoms!!

18+ content below the tags! Minors DNI

- What a fucking brat. Like no for real this man is gonna be such a power bottom and so bratty too. Like you have your work cut out for you as his top. 

- This little shit loves playing his mind games and pushing you to your limit! Will be saying things like “Oh? Is that really all you can do?” Just egging you on! 

- Needless to say he won’t ‘shy’ away from some punishment. Probably comes off as bored until you really get him going. This brat will really have the audacity to yawn and check his phone until you really give him what he’s asking for.

- To me Ranpo comes off as the type to be into some kinky shit, honestly between him and Dazai I don’t know who is more kinky. 

- Please pull his hair and make his head crane back, he’ll let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. 

- This man is so out of pocket when it comes to anything, like feel free to choke him and spit in his mouth he’ll love that. 

- Ranpo has no issue demanding what he wants in bed, when you finally work him into a needy state he’ll be begging and directing you without batting a single eye. 

- This man is willing to try almost any kink once, could also see him being in to voyeurism since he’s such an attention whore. 

- Speaking of him being an attention whore he definitely has a praise kink. Call him the best detective in the world and you got him kicking his feet and giggling. 

- Also has a SLIGHT degradation kink call him your pretty little slut and just see what happens! This gross brat is also the type to make you do all the cleaning! 

- POOOOOOOOOOOE OMG!!! THIS ROMANTIC BITCH BOY IS GONNA BE ONE OF THE BIGGEST BOTTOMS EVER! 

- Hold his slutty little waist while he whimpers and withers around in pleasure! Ya’ll are gonna have a safe word because when this man says stop he doesn’t really mean it.

- Like he’s saying stop because he’s feeling a lot of pleasure but if you actually do stop he’ll whine and look at you as though you just insulted him.

- A messy bottom for sure! Drool is running down his chin and tears are running down his cheeks! 

- Is really into overstimulation, don’t let that boy leave the bed until his legs are jello, I’m telling you with the stress he carries he definitely needs it. 

- The type to have a goofy smile and feel dazed by the end of it. Please hold him and gently run your fingers along his back to bring him back to reality.

- Is a completely embarrassed wreck when he realizes how loud he was. It happens every single time and he tries to keep his voice down but it never works! 

- The noise complaints from the neighbors are never-ending, your apartment owner at this point is threatening to kick you out. 

- You’ve tried using a gag once but well, who would want to muffle Ranpo’s pretty little voice huh?

- That being said ya’ll keep a pillow close by for Ranpo to bite on to for when he’s getting a little too loud. 

- PILLOW PRINCE!!! This man was made for the bottom life tbh ( I picture him as a switch with a bottom leaning tendencies)

- Has no issue laying back and letting you take complete control, you’ve earned his entire trust the second you two started dating. Don’t be afraid to boss him around he likes that! 

- Treat him gentle though, he’s only slightly kinky, and is surprisingly delicate! He easily bruises so make sure to put that mouth of yours to good work! 

- SENSITIVE! Please don’t make fun of him when he orgasms too quickly, he tries so hard but poor thing isn’t used to feeling so good, not to mention being provided such pleasure from someone he loves.

- Lets face it you milk this man dry and he loves every single second of it, by the end he’s dry orgasming and sobbing from the pleasure. Please have mercy on him! 

- His body has the after trembles and he is CLINGING to you! Stay by his side while his body calms down or he’ll start to cry.

- Once he stops trembling please go run ya’ll a bath, Junichiro really thrives off of the aftercare part.

- Make sure when you bathe together he’s laying in your lap and you’re washing his hair! Careful though because he may fall asleep. 

- Whisper in his ear sweet little things you love about him while you help clean him and please be mindful of your hands. 

- Junichiro will drink up all the love you give him and simply respond with his own words of encouragement while trying to stay awake. 

- Oda is one of the more silent bottoms that you have to earn the trust of ( Similar to Dazai and Akutagawa) 

- This man has spent so many years taking care of others that he can’t even recall the last time someone had gone out of their way to take care of him. 

- It’s hard to top Oda since he just naturally falls in to the role of taking care of you and topping you. That is unless you specifically tell him that you want to top him he won’t get the hint. 

- Once you do confide your desires with him then he will try his hardest to fulfill them. He wants to provide you with as much happiness as he possibly can.

- Please go slow with him at first, the feeling of you attending to his needs is unusual but not unpleasant. 

- He’s gonna be a bit stiff at first and a little quiet, but once you loosen him up with some kisses he’ll slowly relax. 

- He’s surprisingly a soft bottom, please hold his hands and make sure to look in to his eyes as much as possible, he finds it intimate, he feels vulnerable but he enjoys it and wants to hear you say that you love him. 

- Oda is the type to enjoy giving pleasure as much as he enjoys receiving it so don’t be afraid to sit on his face either! 

- Afterwards he’ll try to get up and take care of the aftercare so you’ll have to put him in his place and remind him that you’re taking care of him tonight. 

- This definitely won’t be the last time you top him, he’ll request to bottom on nights when he’s feeling stressed or tired!

#bsd #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #edogawa ranpo imagines #ranpo x y/n #ranpo x reader #poe x reader #poe smut #ranpo smut #tanizaki junichirou #junichiro x reader #junichirou smut #oda x reader #oda smut

[igotanidea]

Fixed: Jason Todd x reader

@jasontoddsthickbabe asked me for a story when Jason's girl find out she is pregnant, and once @pinksirensong found it out, supported this idea, so they left me no choice in the matter.

This can be read as part 2 of my ff Broken, since it gives the origins of the problem.

MINORS DNI!

***

Ever since he realized what was bothering her so much to push him away, Jason was doing anything he could to prove that she was the most important person for him.

Sure, it was hard, but he could never insist on having kids or parting ways with his love just because of something she had zero influence on.  Obviously he supported her through the therapy and treatment which was a bitch. All those medicines and hormones made her mood swing, her weight go up and her hair fall. She hated herself. She hated what it was doing to her body and how unattractive she felt.

One night, when Jason came back from patrol, he found her in the bathroom, crying on the floor, squeezed in the corner between the toilet and the sink sobbing uncontrollably.

“Baby?” without second of hesitation he dropped down on his knees next to her, grabbing her face in his large, still gloved hands “Baby, look at me, what happened?”

“I’m hideous” she cried “I’m fat and ugly and I feel like crying all the time. Why isn’t is working Jace? It’s just so unfair, you know?” she hiccupped, looking as broken as his heart was becoming at the moment “there are so many people who don’t want kids. At all. And never care about them…..”

“Don’t I know that…” he muttered

“Oh my god! I’m sorry, Jace, I’m so sorry. I never should have brought that up. Stupid me, I’m so sorry!” she hid face in hands, unable to look him in the eyes after saying thing like that.

“Stop saying you’re sorry” he put an arm around her waist, pulling her in, so she wouldn’t lean on the cold tiles on the wall “You did not say a thing wrong. Just facts. And it is unfair. And I wish it wasn’t, cause if there’s anyone who deserves good things in life it’s you.” closing his eyes he kissed top of her head.

“You too….” She mumbled incoherently, still sobbing and shaking, just a little bit less “listen Jace, I won’t hold it against you if you want to back out….”

“We’ve been through this, babe. I already told you I only want you. ”

“I know, but I’m being a menace because of the treatment. A challenge. A torment. It’s ok if you don’t….”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He hissed and leaned in to kiss her.

To say it was fiery would be an understatement.

I mean, consider the fact he came back from patrolling, the adrenaline was still bubbling up in his veins and it seemed like putting all the energy and attention on her would be good for both Jason and his girl.

“Jason…..” she whined feeling how hard he was getting “not here…. Not like this…”

“Right.” Only now he realized he was about to fuck her on the bathroom floor next to the pot. It was definitely far from the good and romantic environment and not an efficient way to lift her mood up. Pushing her into the cold floor wouldn’t work for his benefit. So instead of laying her down, he did quite the opposite picking her up in his arms and carrying her towards the bed. “I’m gonna treat you right, Y/N.” his lips came back onto hers, slowly moving down, making her shudder in anticipation. “Fuck, you always make me want you. So bad, baby. So fucking bad….”

“Even with my gross look?”

“Shut up.” His voice became dark and that commanding tone made her pussy throb and ache for him. God, that was truly pathetic how needy and craving she was of his touch. Another side effect of all those pills. “You will shut up and do exactly what I tell you. Nod If you understand.” She nodded too overwhelmed with his body over hers. “Good. Now. You are way too overdressed for my liking, so how about we get rid of those layers?” one move of hand and her sleeping T-shit was gone “much better” he grinned, massaging those perfect, plump breast that came on full display “Mm, I love playing with your tits. All mine for the taking, aren’t they?“

“Jace….” She whined “more, please’ her back arched involuntarily, hips moving up, making it easier for him to pull down her pants. “tell me how you want me…. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

“That would be first, you tease.” He scoffed remembering all those times she acted like a brat during their lovemaking.

“I’m begging you. I want you too, baby. So bad. So, so bad.” She clawed on his back, getting irritated by the thick layer of his jacket and Red Hood suit “take it off.” Even that desperate tugging on the material did nothing to remove it, since his hands were still on her body, touching every inch of her skin. “I need to feel your skin on mine. Please, Jay….”

“I never said I’ll be good, hm? You pledged that, baby. So give me a reason to listen to you now.”

“Reason?” she moaned feeling his lips kissing under her breast, avoiding the most sensitive part of them, even if her nipples needed his attention as well. It was pure torture and all she could do was hope for the sweet release after. “I’ll give you a reason, damn it!” She wrapped legs around him, still in his clothes and pressed her whole body into him, grinding lightly to create any friction, hands on his face, kissing him with all the passion she had. Which was a lot.

Oh, he was getting hard due to her action, and his groans gave him away. Knowing his impatience and look of pleasure appearing on his face she knew it was a good way to convince him “Come on, baby.” She panted into his ear, hands running through his hair. “You said it yourself, you want me. You want to get home, right? Remember how good it feels? Warm and tight and nice and …..” she moved underneath him even more and finally pushed him past the last line of self-control.

“Ah! Fuck!” he hissed letting go of her body beneath him and tossing the jacket away. “You do act like a brat.” Piece by piece his body armor followed the jacket and more and more of his skin started to show. Fuck he was so perfect.

“But you like it, don’t you…” she smirked, finally able to get hands on his chest and abs, feeling the muscles and warmth of his body. It was so good and so familiar, tracing patterns there, causing his body to flex under her touch, leaving goosebumps everywhere she caressed him.

“Not tonight. I told you. Tonight, you will listen to me. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

“Show me who’s the boss then.” She whispered and fuck, did that turn him on, pants getting uncomfortably tight “someone’s excited?”

“Still talking?” he mocked “I’ll remedy that. I’ll make a mess out of you….” and with such words he dived between her tights finding that one spot that made her moan and writhe and scream his name with panted breath. He knew her body so well it was actually embarrassing. He could have her coming in minutes.

“Jason!” she cried, tears brimming in her eyes “Jace!”

“Keep saying my name” he commanded. “Just keep on doing that. This will remind you that you’re place in under me. Never dominating.”

“I don’t…..” she cried again but before she finished the sentence he pulled back, leaving her high and dry “Jason?” Y/n looked up at his slightly annoyed face.

“Why are you testing my patience, baby?” he grabbed her chin lightly and connected their foreheads. “I’m trying to make you feel good here and you just keep resisting. Do you want to be left high and dry?”

“I got toys, you know….”

“Are. Those. As. Good. As. Me?” he punctuated each word with another short brush of his hardness on her pussy “Can you look me in the eyes and say that?”

“No. No, no. I can’t. Those could never… ah, compare.”

“Than what do you want, love, huh?’ he moved closer and harder to tease her more.

“I want you inside me. I want you to take control. I want you to take me. Now.”

“And what do we say at the end of such sentence?”

“Please….”  

“That’s my good girl.” In a blink of an eye his pants were gone and with how wet she was for him he slid inside her in one fluent movement, bottoming out instantly, stretching her and filling fully. “Isn’t it good?”

“ Yes, Yes, Jason, so good.”

“It’s gonna get better.” He grabbed her legs and put them around his waist, changing the angle and going deeper inside her.

“Stop bragging and just move for fuck’s sake!”

At first he wanted to pull out and leave her. She did not listen to him, again. However, all his self-restraint and self-control started to leave him the second their bodies became one, joint, together. It was not about teasing her or being mean. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, it was just a tad harder to admit it, since he was let down by people in the past. Trust and love and being in need of someone was still something he was learning. But with her? With her, he felt safe. Safe enough to get himself lost in her.

“Fuck. I love you.” he pulled back slightly just to pull back in. And again and again. Each trust faster, harder, stronger, getting them both closer to orgasm. “You’re mine. And I’m yours.  Forever.”

“Yes! Yes!” her nails dig into his back. It was so good. He was so good with pleasuring her. “You are Jason. You are mine and I….ah! So close. Don’t stop.”

“Never. Let go for me babygirl. Now. Let me feel you.”

“Jason!” she screamed loud enough so that neighbors would judge her in the morning and came hard, with literal stars exploding in front of her eyes and he followed equally hard, right after. In fact  took a few minutes for them to ride those highs down and get their breathing and heartbeat back to normal.

“That was….” She started when he pulled out and hugged her close to his chest. “Wow. I don’t think we ever….So intense.”

“ You know I would give you everything, right?’ he looked straight at her. “All I’ve got. Everything.”

“If only I could say the same”  she thought to herself, tighter wrapping arms around him.

*** 

“What the fuck happened?” he almost kicked the door to the hospital reception room. Half an hour ago he received a very disturbing call from Tim, who with shaky voice informed him, that Y/N had some sort of faint-like accident and were taken to the hospital.

“Would you calm down, Jason?”

“How the fuck do you expect me to calm down?! I got questions that someone needs to answer right now or the head will roll and blood will be spilled…..”

“He’s joking.” Tim grinned at one of nurses, who were already picking up the phone, most probably to call security “Just worried about his girl and acting emotional.” The nurse just put it down and walked away as fast as she could have not saying a single word “Calm down, you idiot or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Ha! Good luck with that. It will be the other way round if you don’t tell me where is she? How is she? Why didn’t she call me? Why…. Why did she came with you?”

“ She did not. She actually came alone, but I was listening the police frequency again and they reported someone being taken from some accident.”

“She was in an accident?! I’m gonna kill…..”

“She was not in an accident.”

“….you, Drake. I’m gonna kill you. TALK!” Jason almost grabbed Tim by the collar and almost pressed him to wall, but stopped himself at the last second, his hands itching.

“They were talking about casualties and some of the officers mentioned something about it being the hard day not only for them, but also for the girl next door who was having a meat wagon outside her house. It was happening in Y/N’s area so I just connected the dots and came here. And then I called you.”

Jason sighed deeply.

“Do you know something more? What happened? Why did it happen? Anything?”

“Not yet.  Her doctor told me to wait.” To be honest Tim wasn’t surprised by his brother behavior at all. He would act exactly the same if something were to happen to Bernard. “It’s going to be alright.” He reassured Jason.

“You don’t know that.”

“I… I don’t, but she’s strong. She’s a fighter.”

“Tim. Stop. She’s fragile. She’s delicate. And she’s my one and only. I…. I can’t lose her.”

“You won’t. She would never make it easy on you and leave this way. Not to the one to get rid off this way.”

“Mr. Todd?” one of the nurses emerged from behind the door “You came with miss Y/L/N, right?”

“I did.”

“I can tell you that…..” she started but stopped in the middle of the sentence eyeing Jason who looked like he just came back from hell (which was truly not so far from reality) “and who may you be?” her tone changed into defensive.

“He’s the boyfriend!” Tim cut in, before his brother started causing drama. “He’s worried about her too. Is she alright?”

“Boyfriend, huh?” the nurse scoffed and crossed her arms “I strongly recommend you to behave and take responsibility, young man. She’s in this state because of you.”

“What…. what state?” Jason stuttered

“She can tell you herself, mister. You can go and talk to her. And I got my eyes on you.” she pointed two fingers towards her eyes and then at him, and damn that made him shake and start creating scenarios in his head. Was it that serious? He knew it was probably his fault, since he did not protect her from whatever danger got to her, but still….

“Come on, big guy, move!” Tim pushed him through the door to the padded room where Y/N was laying in the hospital bed. Pale and tired, but with the lightest smile on her face.

“Hi boys.” She greeted both of them, Tim standing back and raising his hand in greeting, Jason rushing to her side, almost ramming the doctor, grabbing her hands and scanning her face, begging for explanation with his eyes since words failed him.

“We’re good here miss Y/N?” the MD made sure it was safe to leave her with those two strangely looking men.

“Sure, doctor. I’ll be fine with them. I’m sure.”

“All right.  I’ll have the prescription ready for you and remember what we talked about. A lot is about to change, dear. I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you, doctor.” She smiled a bit and he left.

“Happy for you?” Jason frowned “Correct me if I’m wrong but you’re in a hospital. Since when is that a reason to be happy?”

“Y/N” Tim smiled, detective instincts kicking in “Are you…?”

“SHSH! Quiet, Tim! Let him figure this out by himself!”

“Figure what out?”

“’Jason. don’t freak out…” Y/N took his hand in hers and slowly, gently, lead it onto her belly, keeping it there. Then it dawned on him.

“Are you….” he gulped “pregnant?”

“I am….” Tears started falling from her eyes

“With my kid?” Jason stuttered, the reality slowly catching him up. Y/n was pregnant. His girl was pregnant! He was going to have a kid!

“And whose else you dumbass?!” Tim could not hold back a comment on Y/N behalf and she smiled at him in silent thanks that she didn’t have to be the one to roar Jason up.

“We’re going to have a kid. I’m going to be a dad.”

“Are you happy?” she asked quietly

“Am I….? Fuck, I’m the happiest man in the universe. And it’s all thanks to you. I’m gonna take care of everything, I promise. You won’t have to lift a finger. Do we know if it’s a boy or a girl? Is he or she all right? Healthy? Do you need any special meds to keep yourself safe and healthy during the pregnancy? What furniture do we need? Or toys? Do you think a giant teddy bear would be ok?”

“Jason” she cupped his cheek and giggled a bit “Calm down, it’s only the beginning .We can handle everything one step at time baby.”

“And I’ll be with you every step of the way. And later.” He raised her hands and kissed her knuckles “I love you, baby. You and the kid.”

“Do you want me to….” a soft voice came from behind

“GET OUT DRAKE! I’m talking to the mother of my child!”

“It’s gonna be nine long months…” Tim muttered walking out the door and rubbing his forehead knowing well enough that during that term Jason will be more annoying and abnormal than usual.

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[erosmutt]

Write pt 2 to scott and sam RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I have an exam in 2 days and the only thing i can think about is that fic AND I BLAME YOU. brain rot.

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . brothers Scott and Sam x teacher!reader (PART TWO)

𖦹 age gap, dom!teacher!reader, reader has a mida rana complex, sub!scott & sam, anal fingering (m!receiving), orgasm denial, scott refers to reader as 'mama' a few times

𖦹 accompanied by Control ⋆ Puddle Of Mudd

𖦹 i hope your exam goes well bby!

A handful of tutoring sessions with your beloved little boys had gone by. Scott, ever the obedient of the two, was there everyday. Sam, on the other hand, was absent the majority of the time. It was about 5:30 in the evening, and you and Scott were sitting alone in your classroom, as usual. Except this time you weren’t simply tutoring him, no. Scott was bent over one of the desks, babbling as you slowly circled his rim with the tips of your fingers, casually humming while you did so. There was a worksheet based on last night’s assigned reading in front of him, only his name and the date at the top of the page.

“Miss,” Scott whines, grabbing at the desk. “In-inside!”

Per his request, you push your middle finger into him first, drawing a loud whine and a shudder from him. You smile and stroke your other hand up and down his back to soothe him. “Shh, easy, Scotty,”

You knew he hated that nickname - he had confided in you about his mother, about what she does, and how she always calls him Scotty. You couldn’t help yourself. He was always so pathetic when he whined to you, telling you to not call him that. ’It makes me feel gross’ he would tell you. ’Like she’s right here with me’. Every time he would cry into your chest about his horrendous home life, you would just comb your fingers through his curls and  murmur sweet nothings to him until he calmed down.

He lets out a soft sob at the nickname, arching his back as your fingers press against his prostate. You were always so gentle with Scott compared to his brother. Scott was a compliant boy, whereas you had to break Sam in. He was so aggravatingly defiant, always challenged authority and made a point to break every goddamned rule that was set. You had no choice but to ‘tame’ Sam.

“‘S too- haa,” you just smile as Scott slurs his words, continuing to massage his prostate. As you do so, the classroom door slams open. You look up and smirk at the flabbergasted look on Sam’s face. When his brother realized what had happened, he tried to explain himself. Alas, it was all for naught - it wouldn’t have made Sam forget this sight. His mouth was agape and his eyes were wide. “Sam!” Scott says, catching his breath.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Sam yells. You smile and make a ‘come here’ motion with your finger.

Not knowing what compelled him to do it, Sam stepped forward to the two of you. His brother’s cheeks were flushed pink, a tiny streak of drool making its way down his chin, dropping onto the paper below him. “Sammy- Sammy,” Sam shudders, gripping the strap of his messenger bag. “Don’t fucking… I don’t know. You sound like a little bitch, man.”

Scott squirms about on the desk, and you pull your fingers out of him. Knowing what to do, Scott opens his mouth with his tongue out like a good boy, and takes your fingers into his mouth. Sam grimaces. “Fuckin’ ew…”

You smile at Sam. “See what happens to your brother? He gets treated well. He’s a good boy.” You look down at him. “Aren’t you Scotty?” The poor boy nods, pulling off your fingers. “A good boy, mama.”

Upon hearing his brother refer to you as ‘mama’, Sam rubs a hand over his face and makes noises of frustration. He was conflicted - the sight of his sexy teacher domming someone was one thing, but it was his brother. But at the same time, his brother was a little bitch, and that made it all the more hot.

“Come here, Sammy.” You coax, your words honeyed. “I want you to watch. Take your brother as an example. Let him teach you.”

Sam hesitantly shuffles closer, setting his bag down onto a desk nearby. “What the hell, dude?” he whispers to himself, sitting back on the same desk he had his bag on. He watches, unable to look away from the scene before him.

Scott turns over, now sitting on the desk, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek, hand wrapping around his shaft. "Let's show Sam what a good boy you can be, Scotty."

He nods, beginning to squirm again as his sensitive cock is stroked. Sam scrunches his nose, his eyes fixed on your hand pleasuring his brother. It's not like he hadn't seen his brother's privates before - and Scott had seen his too. Both results of an unfortunate walk-in on the other's 'alone' time.

“Mama,” Scott murmurs to you as your other hand gently brings Scott’s head down to your chest. He doesn’t move to remove your breasts from the confines of your button up, he just buries his face in them. Sam shifts on the desk, swallowing. He was most definitely envious of his brother’s current position. “Gonna cum,” Scott continues, his hands gripping your biceps. When you abruptly stop stroking him, Scott bucks his hips up, seeking friction. “You can’t!” he whines, lifting his head to look at you. You place your hands on his thighs to keep him steady. “I think we’ve demonstrated enough for Sammy, don’t you think?”

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[kairiscorner]

hi hii lovie!! would u mind doing a short blurb of miguel being with a harleyquinnfem!reader? i just rewatched suicide squad and birds of prey and i just think margot’s harley quinn and miguel would be such an iconic pairing given those two have complete different personalities lol, thank you!! hope u hv a good day!

HELLOOOOO !! OMG, ok i just wanna preface this, i am not exactly very well-versed in a lot of DC characters so i'm really sorry if i end up not doing requests for those characters or if the execution is really shitty, BUT THIS ONE IS SOMETHING I'M A LITTLE MORE FAMILIAR WITH AND ONE I WANNA SEE :'DD again, REALLY SORRY IF I DO IT HORRIBLY 😭😭😭but here ya go, i hope you like it anon <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x harley quinn!fem!reader

summary: you two agreed not to kill each other, which is easier said than done; but someday, eventually... you'll come to realize that he sees you as more than an extra hand in fighting off tricky villains, that he cares about you more than you'll ever know. word count: 853

right as miguel thought that this would be the end of the line for him as the villain kept him pinned against the ground–about to dissect his innards and skin him like a spider to be taxidermied–he soon heard cackling from far away. he rolled his eyes further into the back of his head in an attempt to roll them weakly out of exhaustion as he groaned in utter defeat.

'great, that pain in the ass knew i was here.' he thought to himself as you came with a bang–quite literally as you blew up a street on your way here and caused 12 cars to crash into each other. "hey you ugly, bowl cut bitch!" she called out to the villain miguel was being pinned down by. you giggled as you jumped up in the air and swung your gigantic mallet at the cybernetic villain and bashed her head in. you licked your lips at the destruction, and the villain–despite looking banged up and having a few sparks flying out of the right side of her head, smirked at you. "that all you got, ya little harlot?" she asked as her grip on miguel's neck tightened, eliciting groans and grunts from her sheer strength.

you giggled as you swung your mallet for show. "now, now, if anyone's gonna choke little miggy 'till he's blue in the face and sobbing and begging for forgiveness, it's gonna be me." you declared as you jumped up again and brought your mallet down to squash her–but the villain aimed at you with their finger guns and shot lasers at you as you were in mid-air. you grinned wider as you contorted yourself in the air to dodge the lasers; you were very flexible and super fast, and miguel knew that very well. the villain didn't give up, however, as she shot at your blind spot, getting you by your feet and causing you to lose balance as you got shot in the knee.

you grunted in pain as you fell down, with the villain laughing as she turned to miguel. you got up and watched as the villain leaned over to kiss miguel, "fucking gross." you muttered as you tried getting up to your feet, when you heard the villain yelp a little as she froze up and loosened her grip around miguel. you giggled as you watched miguel get up and look at you from the corner of his eye. "all yours." he muttered as he helped you up.

"wait," he said as he webbed up the gaping wound in your knee from the shot. "can you walk?" he asked you with a tone of concern in his voice. you didn't answer him as you climbed onto him and whispered in his ear, "toss me." miguel was used to this showy scene, though he hated doing it–out of fear he'd throw you too far. he followed through however and tossed you at the villain, who was recuperating from the paralysis miguel's venom gave her. taking out this villain was like a walk in the park for you as you brought your mallet up and whispered a little, "bye-bye!" as you brought down your vengeance–or just utter desire to hit something right now–upon her with a loud smash!

you skipped over to miguel with a bright smile on your face. "job's done!" you said with a perky voice as miguel rolled his eyes as he looked over at the damage you caused on your way here. "this is, what, four million dollars in property damage?" he asked you sarcastically, to which you giggled and counted on your fingers. "correction, fourteen million dollars!" you said with a giggle as miguel opened a portal and gently took your wrist in his hand as he dragged you along. "hey now! you promised me that next time, we'd go sight-seeing in the universes we're in! how dare you break your promise, miggy?!" you whined as miguel placed his hand under your chin and gave you a stern look.

"when you'd behave." he said as he leaned down a little towards you. "it'll happen if you prove to behave yourself, and this little stunt you pulled off, it calls for a good talking to with you. you'll get what you want from me if you behave, do i make myself clear?" he asked you as you nodded slowly and smiled up at him. "gotcha, miggy." you said in a chipper voice as you walked through the portal, then running back out, but with miguel grabbing you by the collar and dragging you back in. "the things i do for you..." he muttered as he rubbed his eyes. though, weirdly enough... he finds your chaotic way of saving him a little endearing. either you've pissed him off so much that he misses feeling responsible for your mess, or it's that you've had his heart ever since you tried to kill him the first time you two met. ah, well, it doesn't matter now; as long as you're safe, and will get that wound fixed up, he wouldn't have you any other way.

a/n: i love this dynamic WAIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA also thanks ate @binibinileonara for risque's nickname :> also SHET PARE, i fr was so desperate to see miggy's eyes roll to the back of his skull when the vulture was choking him, like- please.

tags !! @binibinileonara @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @fiannee @yuridopted0

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #harley quinn #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse

[not-neverland06]

Broken Machinery

Pt. 4 (completed series)

Series masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: A long one, I wanted some more domestic moments between the two, sue me. Black dahlia’s represent betrayal (or it’s just a nice gift for that emo friend in your life)

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), body breaking like fine china, shoulders out of sockets (not that bad but I googled a picture of one and it’s gross), overdose (but not really), past death of a child (not reader’s), readers got hair long enough to be in a braid, death of a pot

Word Count: 6.4k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

Shoulders aren’t supposed to look like that. They’re sure as fuck not supposed to feel like that either. You can’t even lift your arm to peel off your jacket, you don’t have to though, they’re dislocated.

“Y/N!” Calloused hands on your wrist and then all of your body weight is jerked down and hanging from your shoulders, you can feel the moment they rip out of socket, you can’t help the guttural scream that rips its way out of your throat.

The pain from your everywhere is momentarily ignored as you lay in Hank’s lap, sobbing with the relief that you’re still alive. You’re not dead or a paraplegic somewhere in a hospital bed, you’re breathing. You can feel Hank trembling, you’re not sure from what, but he’s silent as he holds you.

You must be going into shock, you can’t really feel anything as he slowly gets you on your feet. You can’t feel your legs moving down the stairwell or him directing you towards the group of patrol cars. One moment you’re on the roof, then you blink, and you’re standing behind an ambulance being looked over by paramedics.

“Cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder,”

Guess it was only the one shoulder, then.

They’re looking you over to assess the damage done. You can just stare blankly down at your sneakers. You’re trying to remember what exactly happened on the roof. But it’s all a blur of adrenaline and primal panic.

He was holding you over the edge, talking to someone. Who?

“Detective! Lieutenant!” Your head shoots up, you ignore the stabbing pain that travels down your spine.

Connor, Connor will save you.

Except he didn’t, he walked away.

He walked away.

You yank your arm free from the paramedic, ignore Hank as he tries to stop you and storm over to Connor. You’d say the look on his face is proud, but you’re not gonna let your heart trick your mind into thinking this plastic son of a bitch can feel anything at all.

“Y/N, I’ve successfully apprehended the deviant.” You’ve still got one good arm. You don’t aim for his face, that won’t do any good, you punch him right in the bio component and watch him crumple to the floor. When hes down you kick your foot into the same spot as hard as fucking possible, ignoring any pain that it brings you.

“Congratu-fucking-lations.”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

It’s been two days and the detective still refuses to acknowledge Connor. He’d tried to explain his reasoning for leaving her in favor of catching the deviant.

FIND Y/N

Connor double checked the door on the hospital room, he could hear Hank and Y/N bickering from inside. “What did the doctors say?” There was a pause before she responded.

“Another day of bed rest,” she sounded reluctant to answer. Connor hadn’t been able to speak with her after the incident on the roof; he'd had to go straight to CyberLife technicians for repairs. She’d done considerable damage to his biocomponent.

Maybe I deserved it.

“Then get your ass back in bed.”

“Hank, please, I’ve suffered a lot worse than this and made it out perfectly fine.”

Hank didn’t sound amused, and there was a loud thud as something landed on sheets. “I don’t care, Y/N! You’re staying right there, it’s not just your fucking physical issues you have to worry about. I’ve never seen you act like that before, I’m worried about what that fall did to your head.” There was a moment of silence and Connor thought it was a smart time to go inside.

There seemed to be a strange, different sort of silence when he walked into the room. Connor wished his hands were free, there were no objectives or dialogue options to pick from as Hank and Y/N both turned towards him. His hands were full, he looked down to the potted black dahlia between them.

He outstretched his hands and moved towards Y/N. She just stared at him from her spot on the bed, unsure of what to do now, he looked to Hank for an order.

The Lieutenant was watching him with crossed arms and an undetermined look on his face.

Connor cleared his throat and placed the flower down on the table near the bed. He scanned her, a minor concussion, two cracked ribs, and one dislocated shoulder. Her heartbeat was increasing the longer he stared, adrenaline and cortisol reaching a level that told him she was very upset about something.

“Your arm seems to be healing at a good pace. You should listen to the Lieutenant, a couple more days rest and you’ll be feeling much better.” The room remained silent and Connor reached up to fix his already perfect tie. There was something odd about him as he felt the stares of his partners. Something inside felt off.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“I’m programmed with psychological software that could help you after recovering from a strong shock.”

SUPPORT

ANALYTICAL

STAY QUIET

Connor immediately knew what he said was the wrong choice.

“A strong shock?” Your voice was quiet enough that he almost didn’t catch what you said, but the room was so deathly still it was impossible for you not to be heard. “A strong shock?” You were quickly gaining in volume. “You left me to fucking die! And for what, for the goddamn android to smash its fucking brains out on the interrogation table before we got anything! I would have died for nothing!”

Connor opened his mouth, prepared to argue his side of the problem, but you cut him off with a quiet question he wasn’t expecting. “What was the chance?”

“Sorry?”

You walked up closer to him and tugged his tie so hard he stumbled into you, you used the shock of the movement to jerk him down lower than you. “The chance of my survival, RK800, what was it?”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

That strange feeling was back, the use of his model instead of his name made him feel wrong.

He shouldn’t be feeling at all.

When he took too long to answer you knocked his legs out from under him and tightened your grip on the tie. “40%,” he tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible but it was clear both you and the liteuant heard him.

You released him like it had burned you to keep holding on to his tie, and the Lieutenant muttered a quiet, “Fucking bastard.” Connor opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, but wanting this feeling to stop and needing the tears forming in the corners of your eyes to go away.

You and the bag you had been packing were gone by the time he had gotten to his feet, Hank stayed behind a moment, gave Connor a long look before following after you. Connor straightened his tie and sleeves and stared at his shoes. He didn’t know what to do.

There was no objective, there was nobody to give him an order. He lifted his eyes to the flower sitting on the table in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye he ignored the way his LED flashed red in a mirror as he reached forwards and grabbed the potted plant.

Connor looked down at his hand and noticed he was holding an umbrella, he was back in the Zen Garden. Amanda was waiting for him on the other side of the bridge.

They walked under the umbrella together. “That deviant seemed to be an intriguing case, a pity it deactivated before you could get any useful information out of it.”

Connor felt the need to defend himself, “Deviants are extremely irrational, which makes it difficult to anticipate their behavior… I should have been more effective.” The last part of his sentence came out without any thought behind it. Like it was an instinct to automatically blame himself, even though no one would know what the deviant could have been planning.

“Did you manage to learn anything?” Connor told her of the strange drawings on the walls, the ones like mazes and the journal that had a strange code inside it. He still had no explanation for rA9 and he could tell Amanda was disappointed.

“You captured the deviant at the cost of your relationship with the detective, have you made any development in that fixing that?”

Connor couldn’t help but think of your face in the hospital room, you were angry yes, but you also seemed . . . Sad.

Connor wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was guilt, but he knew he shouldn’t be feeling anything at all.

“She still hasn’t forgiven me for leaving her to fall. We had an altercation in her hospital room, after the fact and whatever good grace we had developed seems to have been erased.” Connor stopped once he realized Amanda was no longer following.

“We don’t have much time. Deviancy continues to spread, it’s only a matter of time before the media finds out about it. We need to stop this, whatever it takes.”

Connor straightened his shoulders back and looked down at her, “I will solve this investigation, Amanda. I won’t disappoint you.”

“Don’t let relationships get in the way of success, Connor. Improve on them if you can, but remember their lives mean nothing in the grand scheme of your mission.”

“Detective?” Connor knocked on your door again. You lived in a house about fifteen minutes away from the lieutenant’s. He’d attempted to contact Anderson to get your address, he’d hung up every time he’d realized it was Connor calling him. Eventually he just used the information from your personnel file.

Which is how he ended up peering through your windows, trying to catch a glimpse of where you were. Eventually he managed to get a small peak through one of your blinds in the living room. You were asleep on the couch, the TV playing, and there was something in your hand. Connor pressed his face fully against the glass and alarms went through his processors at what he saw.

Pills were spilled on the ground and the bottle was empty in the loose grip of your hand. Connor attempted a scan to see if you were even breathing, but after unsuccessfully trying to wake you up and get your attention he simply broke the glass.

Connor quickly dove through the window and rushed to your side on the couch. He took in your appearance, your mouth was open, barely any breath going in or out. Your lips and nails were discolored and there was a clammy feeling to your skin when Connor pressed his hand to your forehead. He needed to get you awake and alert, first and foremost.

He lightly brought his hand down on your cheek, you shifted but stayed unconscious. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I need you to wake up.”

He brought his hand down harder and your hand immediately swung out in response. Connors cheek whipped to the left at the force of your slap, it didn’t hurt of course, but it still shocked him.

“What the hell? Connor? Did you just slap me?” Connor looked down at you, extremely confused at your sudden alertness. He couldn’t stop you in time to not notice what he had done to your window. “The fuck? Did you break my goddamn window?” You used his face as an assist in pushing yourself off the couch, his hands went to your hips to stabilize you.

Connor stood as you kneeled down by the broken glass on your ground, swaying slightly. “Shit, I can’t afford to fix this,” you groaned at the sight of the rain pouring into the empty frame. “My things! They’re all getting wet.” Connor walked over and moved anything around the frame to the wall, making sure nothing besides your carpet would get wet. You were silent as you went and retrieved some plastic to cover the window up. Connor wanted to say something to you, but he was unsure what would help the situation.

“Why did you bust in here like the Kool-Aid Man?”

“I thought you had overdosed.” You seemed to finally take in the mess around the couch.

“Oh, crap.” Connor watched you as you picked up the pills and put them back in the bottle, he finished up the window and moved towards where you were sitting on the couch. Your head was in your hands like it was bringing you pain.

Your voice snapped him out of his observation. “You know, for a state of the art android, you’re a real dumbass.” Connor looked down at you, his face must have displayed something he couldn’t identify because you laughed a little.

“My nails look weird because I haven’t finished painting them,” you pointed towards the nail polish bottles on your coffee table. “I haven’t used any chapstick or taken my iron supplements, so there’s lips. And I got tired and fell asleep with the pill bottle in my hand. I was gonna take one for my headache but passed out after I opened the damn thing, which is probably why my head hurts so much.”

Connor was disappointed with himself at everything he had missed, he should have seen all that from the window and not taken such drastic measures. His damage to your domicile had only worsened relations between you. Right now, you hated him worse than Hank.

“You were barely breathing.”

You shot him a deadpan look, “Deep sleeper.” Connor fixed his tie and looked around the house for something to occupy himself with. There was trash everywhere, dirty clothes scattered the ground, and old dished piled in the sink.

“Hey, hey! I don’t need your judgy ass android eyes making me feel bad for my pig sty. Okay?”

“Allow me to help, detective.” Your eyes narrowed, you didn’t seem particularly trusting towards Connor. He couldn't blame you, he’d completely destroyed the small bridge of trust he’d managed to make with both you and the lieutenant. “Your shoulder and ribs are still damaged, I understand it’s difficult to take care of yourself right now. Allow me to help you.”

You laid back down on the couch, and Connor thought you were going to ignore him until you spoke up after a couple of moments of silence. “You’re a detective bot, not a house maid.” You paused before waving your hand through the air. “But sure, whatever, knock yourself out. Just stop fucking standing over me like that.” Connor watched you close your eyes, he continued standing there for a few seconds. You seemed to be faking sleep to try and get him away from you.

At least he finally had an objective he could follow now.

TAKE CARE OF Y/N

He started with the kitchen. Cleaning the takeout boxes off the counter and grabbing any dirty dishes scattered around your home. He stopped when picking some napkins off your coffee table, to check on you. Your breathing had settled and your back was turned towards him. You appeared to actually be asleep this time.

Connor frowned at the position your body was in. You were going to do more harm than good sleeping on your worn down couch. He placed the trash can on the ground and stepped silently towards you. He made sure to be as still and gentle as possible as he slowly rolled you into his arms. You only moved once, to settle your head in his neck.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

He ignored the way his thirium pump seemed to move faster and how the blue blood rushes towards his head. It simply wasn’t possible.

Connor went down the hall and to your bedroom on the right. He gently deposited you into your unmade bed and tucked the sheets over your body. He checked your pulse and scanned your body. Everything seems to be working perfectly.

You were just a disturbingly deep sleeper.

On his way out, something shining on the ground caught his eye. He made his way towards your dresser, at the foot of it appeared to be a picture frame. He looked over his shoulder to ensure you were still asleep before he bent down and grabbed it.

You appeared to be around nineteen years old. You were sitting on a roundabout smiling at the camera, your hair done in two French braids. Your arms were wrapped around a young boy around the age of three. He had his hand around your forearms and was making a strange face at the camera with his tongue out. Neither of you seemed aware your picture was being taken at the moment.

The scan confirmed your identity and gave him the identity of the boy.

DECEASED

Anderson, Cole

9/23/2029-10/11/2035.

Y/LN, Y/N

DPD Detective

Other known aliases:

Y/N ANDERSON

Hank had a son, who had died? You both appeared close in this picture. It’s approximately three years before Cole’s death. Could the death of Hank’s son be what caused the drift between the two of you?

Connor heard you shift on the bed and quickly put the picture back down on the floor. He didn’t believe you would appreciate him further investigating your life. Not when you got so upset with him when he simply took a look at your adoption papers.

Connor examined this new piece of information. It was like he was working two cases at once, solving the deviancy problem.

And trying to figure out your unfortunate past with the Lieutenant. Knowing now that the Lieutenant's son had died he could go ahead and assume that’s when your relationship started to go downhill. A year after Cole’s death is when Hank’s divorce became official, according to the papers he not so legally acquired.

The death of a child will often destroy families, if Hank could no longer be a viable partner to his wife, then perhaps he could also no longer be a father to you.

Judging by the Lieutenants drinking habits he didn’t have a healthy view on mental health, or know how to properly deal with grief.

The way you seem to isolate yourself when Connor brings up your past or tries to have a better understanding of your emotional well being, he can also go ahead and come to the conclusion that Hank passed on his unhealthy coping skills to you.

His assumption is proved correct when he comes across a packet of cigarettes buried between the couch cushions. They’re unopened but the plastic surrounding the carton has been picked at. You seem to be trying to stop yourself from giving in to your unhealthy impulses.

Connor frowns down at the box and decides to do you a favor, he throws them in the trash.

Connor continues cleaning up your home while you sleep, attempting to wash and dry your dishes as quietly as possible. The cleaning gives himself something to occupy his mind with, the frantic, buzzing thoughts about deviants and his frustrating partners temporarily quiet while he focuses on one singular task.

PROTECT Y/N

Connor always accomplishes his missions, even if that just means making sure you can wake up to a clean home, or if he has to protect you from self-sabotaging habits.

You wake up to the smell of smoke and a loud blaring alarm.

You’re soaked in a puddle of your own sweat and have no idea where you are or what day it is. Your head shoots up from your pillow at the sound of something crashing onto the floor in your kitchen. You take a second to realize that you’ve been moved to your bed.

Then you remember what woke you up and you’re bolting out of bed. “Jesus Christ,” your kitchen is a smoky haze as you cough on the suffocating smell of something burned. Connor is standing in front of a pan on your stove, simply watching the flames. “Connor!” You grab a lid off the counter and shove him out of the way as you slam it over the pan, suffocating the flames. You quickly grab the metal sheet off the ground and slam it into Connor’s chest. “Quick make sure the sprinklers don’t go off.” Connor runs towards the alarm in the hallway and immediately starts waving it around.

The sight of Connor, the emotionless android who is always calm and collected, frantically running around waving a metal pan in the air, jumping up and down to get closer to the smoke alarm makes you double over in laughter. There’s an ache in your rbis and arm from the force of your laughter, but you don’t care. You haven’t felt this light for years, you haven’t laughed like that in years.

So you allow yourself to bask in the moment, one peaceful moment where you’re not weighed down by anything, except the weight of your own joy.

Connor didn’t hear you laughing until he finally managed to get the alarm quieted. The joints in his shoulders were tired from his wild maneuvering, but it was worth it. This was the first time since you met that his observation of you showed endorphins and a positive change in your body, not one that comes from feelings of negativity.

It felt like something was in his chest, lifting him up and lightening his weight as he watched you.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

Perhaps you did more damage when you attacked him than he originally thought. Your face contorted in pain as you finally raised up from your position. Connor moved before his processors could give him the option to. He tried to be as gentle as possible as he assisted you in standing. He pointedly ignored your protests that you didn’t need help.

You did and you were getting help whether you wanted it or not.

There was still a slight smile on your face as Connor deposited you on the chair next to your table. He moved towards the stove and turned off the burner, dropping the ruined pot in your sink and running water over it, your house still smelled very strongly of burnt food.

He heard a grunt coming from his right, when he turned something inside his head felt strange. LIke he wasn’t okay with what was happening, perhaps humans called this irritation. A concerning thought, but one he ignored in favor of nudging you aside while you failed to open a window.

“Connor-”

The look he shot you when he turned around was enough to get you to sit back down. “Why are you so stubborn? You should not be here alone, you’ve taken too much damage to even do basic household chores.”

You looked around your house and finally noticed all the hard work he had put in. “Holy shit.” There was a look of appreciation on your face until you turned towards Connor. A pout formed on your face and you crossed your arms like a petulant child, “Maybe I wanted the mess. I liked it like that.”

Were you seriously having this argument with him right now? You being difficult for no reason was causing his programming to go haywire. There were red warnings in the corner of his eye telling him he was going to overheat, he dismissed them and stormed towards you.

His hand landed on the table more harshly than he intended, causing you to jump in your seat. “You’re behaving like a child, Y/N, you’re a grown woman act like it! You need my help, there’s nothing wrong with letting me assist you, so just let me help you.” Without consciously activating it the voice he uses during intimidation tactics had been used.

His eyes were drawn down to your thighs, you had them clenched tightly together, your thighs pooling out on the chair below you. Your lips parted slightly as you stared at him. Connor quickly scanned you, your heat level was rising, your heart rate had accelerated and there was an increased level of estrogen and testosterone production. A thermal scan showed an increase of heat in your pelvic area.

ACTIVATE SEXUAL SUBROUTINE?

It wasn’t until the message appeared in front of him and blocked his view of your face did he realize how close he was to you.

This was highly inappropriate. You were injured and still upset with him, there was no need to seduce you.

ACTIVATE SEXUAL SUBROUTINE

He was designed with the intent to complete his mission at any cost. In case there was ever an issue between him and one of his partners and other more illicit methods were needed to gain their support, he was equipped with the capabilities to do so. This wasn’t a situation where methods like that were necessary, so why was there a prompt for it?

Connor backed away from you immediately, it wasn’t right to be taking advantage of your emotional vulnerability. From the corner of his eye he saw you slump back down into your chair. “What-“ you cleared your throat. “What were you even trying to make?”

Connor looked back towards the pot, his hands reached for the coin in his pocket. He needed to do something to get his software back in order. He didn’t turn to look at you, knowing he wouldn’t be able to focus. He thought back to the pasta sauce on your counter. “Spaghetti, for some reason the noodles burned onto the bottom of the pot.” After he was done recalibrating he placed the coin back in his pocket and found it was okay to look at you now.

Your eyes were glued to his hand for a moment before they shot back up to his face. “Burned, to the bottom of the pot? How the hell do you burn water?”

Connor tilted his head to the side, “Water?”

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened. “You’re kidding? Tell me you’re kidding.” Connor didn't know how to respond to you so he remained silent. “Oh my god,” you dropped your head into your hands. “You didn’t put water in the pot.”

“Was that required?” You didn’t answer him, instead you stood and walked over to the sink, Connor followed behind you, unsure what you wanted him to do. The both of you stared down into the pot as you lifted the lid, the pasta has blackened at the bottom. Even when you stabbed at it with a knife it wouldn’t come off the pot.

Your, “yeah, it needed water,” was quiet as you went outside and tossed the pot in your trash bin. Connor stood by your opened back door awkwardly, he didn’t feel good at disappointing you and failing his task.

“I apologize Y/N, I failed.”

You snorted, “Big time, how the hell do you not know to put water in the pot?”

Connor looked down at his shoes, “I was not built with cooking capabilities,” he risked a look at you.

You were standing there, just staring at him with your arms crossed before you finally shrugged, “Well then… I guess Barbie’s got you beat.”

“Dammit, Connor, I can feed myself!”

Connor leveled you with a look that allowed for no arguing. “Your dominant arm is dislocated and you refuse to wear your sling, I’m going to assist you.” He pushed the fork against your mouth again and you reluctantly opened your mouth to eat the pancakes he had ordered. This was so humiliating, you were desperate to get him to leave at this point.

After the pot had been destroyed and subsequently disposed of he had ordered some food and you sat down in your living room.

Your entire home was absolutely spotless, when you went to the bathroom you’d noticed he’d mopped the tiles. You were not asleep long enough for him to clean your living room, let alone your whole house.

While you were still against the idea, you could understand why some would prefer android cleaning services to human. You didn’t even want to sit on your couch, afraid of wrinkling the now pristine cousins.

Once you’d sat on your couch, you’d waited for him to leave.

Except, he didn’t, he sat down next to you and then just stopped moving. No blinking, no breathing, just absolute stillness. So, still being pissed at him you’d grabbed a marker off your desk and scribbled some drawings on his face. A heart, random flower, some choice words, nothing too bad. However;

They were staring at you right now as he force fed you.

He’d called a repairman while you had drawn on him, someone would be coming by to fix your window tomorrow, CyberLife would be footing the bill. After he’d made the order for the repair he’d asked what you would like to eat and made a call for the pancakes.

He still hadn’t noticed the drawings, it was a struggle not to choke on your laughter.

You forced a yawn as you pushed his hand away from your mouth, he frowned at the action. “Are you tired, detective?”

“Yeah, I am,” now please get the hell out of my house.

“You should bathe before you go to sleep.” Your head shot towards his, the action hurting your neck. You ignored it in favor of giving him your famous The Fuck Did You Just Say™️ look.

First, he lets you fall off a building and nearly die. Next, he breaks your god damn window and destroys your pot. Now he’s saying you stink. And good grace you held for Connor was gone, obliterated at the comment.

“That’s it Connor. You’ve stayed far past your welcome, I’m done.” Your resolve almost broke at the way Connor’s shoulders slumped. You straightened your shoulders, ignored the pain shooting down your arm, and rebuilt your walls.

You should thank Connor honestly, him letting you nearly die had reminded you of exactly what he was. Nothing more than a plastic soldier that only cared about his mission. You meant nothing to him. Your life was nothing. How could something that could so easily be put into a new body have any idea about death. He couldn’t.

But something that couldn’t die, also couldn’t feel. Those small touches, and the times he would check in on you, it was all manipulation. Just like the way he lied about having a favorite dog, they were all subtle little manipulations to have you as agreeable as possible. And a visceral rage filled you at the thought that he had almost succeeded.

Your heart had almost been his.

You rebuilt your walls and stared him down. “Leave. Now.”

Connor didn’t frown, he didn’t cry or scream at you to let him stay, but the look in his eyes as he stared up at you from his spot on your couch said enough. He looked genuinely hurt at what you said. Not possible.

“You can take your sad little eyes and you can shove them up your ass, Connor. Get the fuck out of my house.” You stormed out of the living room and into your bedroom. He’d cleaned it up and replaced your sheets while you’d waited for the food to arrive.

The lack of your mess made you angrier than it should have. How dare he just come into your house and start acting like he belonged there?

Like he had any right to be near you?

If he could feel pain you would beat him twice as bad as you did after the rooftop incident.

Apparently he’d had to get three parts replaced by CyberLife after what you did. Hank had been complaining about the paperwork the entire time you were in the hospital.

If your arms and ribs weren’t aching you would be pitching a major fit, and ripping the goddamn sheets right off the bed. At the moment, however, the pill Connor had forced you to take was kicking in and making you sluggish.

The only reason you had allowed Connor to stay in the first place was because you were still waking up from your nap. He seemed determined to keep you weak and tired so you couldn’t get rid of him.

You heard footsteps and then a hand was wrapped around your non-injured elbow. “I’m not leaving, detective. Someone in your condition needs assistance.” You turned around in his arms and tried to push him off of you, but he wouldn’t budge. Both of his hands moved to your biceps. The look he gave you made you stop, “Y/N, please, let me help. Please.” He seemed so sad, there was a slump to his shoulders that made him look almost shameful. The tone of his voice made you believe he actually wanted to help, that this wasn’t a part of his programming.

You blamed how easily you gave into him on the drugs.

“Absolutely not!”

Connor was holding your towel in front of him like a shield. “I won’t look, detective, I promise.”

“Hell no! Line drawn! You shall not pass.” He gave you a stern look. Like you should feel dumb for thinking he wanted to see you naked, maybe you were, but you didn’t want any pervy CyberLife techs scanning through his mainframe and seeing footage of you naked. “I’m not gonna let your bosses see me naked.”

Connor seemed to catch onto your train of thought. “I won’t be recording when you’re bathing, I promise we’ll be completely alone.” You crossed your arms, this is one battle he would not be winning. Android or not, your stubbornness was not something to be so easily reckoned with. Connor let out a long sigh, “Fine. You clean yourself, and then we can draw a bath and I’ll assist you with your hair.”

You’d made the mistake of admitting to him that you hadn’t exactly been keeping up with your hygiene while you’d been on the case. You’d been keeping your hair in two braids and have been taking quick showers in between working the case. It was one of your more major flaws. Letting yourself get swept up in the mystery at the expense of your own self-care.

You’d also made the mistake of telling him that it hurt too much to wash your hair, or even attempt to. Now he was insisting on helping you.

Connor looked at your arms and mimicked your posture. “We can stand here all night, detective, I’m not budging.”

You were standing there for two minutes before you realized he was actually being serious. Your chest was starting to ache with the effort of keeping yourself upright. You shifted around and he didn’t even blink. Your skin was starting to buzz with boredom.

After another minute you saw that he wasn’t blinking. Narrowing your eyes and moving closer to his face you waved your hand in front of his face. “Are you serious?” He’d gone into sleep mode, you could tell by the pulsing yellow LED on the side of his face. “Bitch.” And he had ‘coincidentally’ blocked the bathroom exit. Groaning you took the towel in his hands and threw it over his head.

“RK800 wake up.”

Connor’s systems slowly came back online at the sound of your voice. Everything was at 100%, except his optical units didn’t seem to be processing his environment correctly. It took a second before his sensors recognized the fabric of a towel over his head. He sighed and ripped it off his head.

The sight before him had him momentarily stopping. You were in your freshly cleaned tub, bubbles covering your body as you looked at him expectantly. “You wanna help me out or what, sleeping beauty?”

ACTIVATE SEXUAL SUBROUTINES?

SYSTEM OVERHEAT IMMINENT

ACTIVATING COOLING SYSTEM

You looked concerned by the time Connor had managed to calm his sensors, there were parts of him coming online that were not necessary at this moment. He tightened his tie as a poor attempt to get everything back in order. It didn’t work, he was still distracted by your lack of clothes. He could not understand why.

“I’m starting to get creeped out, Connor.” That got Connor’s attention. He never meant to make you uncomfortable.

He moved to sit beside the tub and pulled up his sleeves. “Apologies, detective, my systems were coming back online.” You nodded your head and he hoped you couldn’t see through the lie. Connor used the pitcher beside him to wet your hair and began massaging your scalp as he rubbed the shampoo in.

You moaned as his hands came down to rub your neck. It triggered another cooling process. Much of the rest of your bath was the same, he was struggling with strange impulses that were activating outside his control and programming. When you had leaned your head back on the rim of the tub he’d wanted to press his lips against your stretched neck.

He’d seen humans do it before, but the emotions connected to the act were something Connor wasn’t capable of. He was experiencing what some might call a mental crisis as he helped you wash your hair.

When he was finished, he handed you a towel and went to your room to grab you some pajamas. The picture of you and Cole was facedown on your dresser, moved from the upright position he had placed it in while he had cleaned.

He placed the tank top and shorts you requested on your sink and waited for you in your bedroom. When you walked in you seemed surprised to see him standing by your bed. Your face quickly morphed into one of resignation as you threw your towel on your bed.

Connor made a note to pick it up.

“What now?” He held out the brush in his hands.

“I’ll braid it for you, so you don’t have to worry about styling it with your injured shoulder.” You stopped fidgeting with the end of your shirt and instead gave him a bewildered look. “Is something wrong, detective?”

You cleared your throat before answering, “Nothing it’s- Nevermind.” You sat on your bed with no argument, something Connor was surprised by, considering you seemed to find it necessary to argue with him about everything.

By the second braid you were fully leaning onto his leg, Connor had to keep readjusting so he had room to finish off the braid. The medicine seemed to have fully kicked in, you didn’t make a fuss when he gently guided you under the covers and turned your light off. He knew you were still awake as he made his way to your door.

“Good night, detective.”

He didn’t get a response.

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Detroit: Become Human, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#Broken Machinery #connor rk800 x reader #Connor rk800 x fem!reader #connor rk800 #Connor rk800 dbh #detroit become human #detroit: become human #detroit: connor #dbh #dbh x reader #dbh x fem!reader #detroit become human x reader #Detroit become human x fem!reader

[inkykeiji]

characters: akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader x dazai osamu

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, noncon/dubcon, daddy kink, female reader, reader is flexible, size difference, dacryphilia, toxic relationships, dom/sub dynamics, ‘ryuu/ryuu-kun’ used as a nickname, degradation, implied abuse, rough sex, hair pulling, akutagawa being rly mean :(

words: 1k

okay okay okay but !!!!! you and akutagawa, who are Daddy dazai’s pretty, special, treasured little babies <3 

you and akutagawa, who are told very sternly to behave while Daddy dazai’s busy, command thrown airily over his shoulder as he exits your shared flat, hints of a threat sewn into his words. 

akutagawa, who hate-fucks you while Daddy dazai’s out because you’re Daddy’s favourite and he’s jealous >:( because he’s smarter than you, stronger than you, better than you; because you were just supposed to be a toy to play with—his toy to play with—you were never supposed to capture Daddy’s heart, were never supposed to take his Daddy away from him!

because why is it you, huh? what’s so special about such a weak little baby? and why isn’t it him! what do you have that he doesn’t! and it should be him! he deserves it way more than you ever will! 

he’s screaming as his cock pumps, plunges, pounds into you, hard enough to jostle your entire body further and further up the floor, back rubbed raw from the rug beneath you. the spit-speckled words, soaked in venom, are splattered across your cheeks, more of them hurled from deep in his chest with each slam of his hips, his hair falling to veil his face as he leans over you, all growls and snarls and pitiful little whines, the bulk of his body weight crushing your knotted body below him. 

everything aches, legs folded and sandwiched between your chests, his trembling thighs framing your hips, his jutting hipbones carving his name into the supple flesh of your ass with each powerful thrust.

drool dribbles from the corners of his mouth in thick cords, swaying with each of his panted breaths, flowing down your neck and over your breasts in slimy droves. 

it’s all so gross. it’s all so good. 

you’re positively sobbing, little fingers curling against his shoulders, nails biting into the thin muscle there as you weep out that stupid nickname you’ve given him like it’s some sort of fucking mantra—a prayer, a plead, ryuu, ryuu, ryuu! 

and, oh, you’re so sickeningly beautiful when you cry, glittering tears looking like streams of melted crystal on your puffy cheeks, stuttered apologies falling from your lips in response to the vicious berating falling from his, sloppy and tangled in spit, hiccups catching painfully in your chest, lodged between your ribs by the brutal snap of his hips.

and, oh, how much he fucking hates you; hates that you’ve come into his life, hates that you’ve taken Daddy away from him, hates that he has to share with someone so idiotic, someone so incompetent. 

you’ll never be worth it, he’s shouting at you, but his voice is cracking, fragmenting into sharp shards that cut his throat as they rush out. you’ll never be good enough!

a hand pulls, yanking your head to the side and a yelp from your tongue, sharp knuckles buried deep in your hair, strands wound around his fingers so tightly they’re cutting off his circulation, sickly pale skin turned bone white, as if the flesh is overexposed. 

he’s getting close now, hips shuddering as he messily humps away at you, teeth sinking halfheartedly into the curve of your neck but never quite latching on, as if the immense pleasure keeps mollifying the action before he can complete it.

cum, cum, you little bitch, cum on my cock! 

and although it’s an order, it sounds like a plead, like he’s begging you to cream all over him, like he’ll fucking die if you don’t. 

so you do, because of course you do, because you always do, because you’re Daddy’s good little girl, which makes you akutagawa’s good little girl, too. 

mine, mine, you’re fucking mine, you hear me? he’s nearly whimpering out, words stammering in time with the clench of your cunt, sharp letters fading into breathy little mewls. you-you—ah, fuck—you be-belong to me, too! my toy!

yes, yes yes, yours, yours, yours! you’re crying out, head nodding in quick little motions as he stuffs you full of cum, thick and burning and so much, so much that you can feel it seeping out of you, rolling down your ass and his balls in big dollops of cream, smearing all over the carpet as his hips twitch with every pathetic throb of his cock, still leaking, slow and lazy.

shivering, you cling to him, tangled body curling into his heaving chest as he collapses on his side, desperate for comfort and attention and all the things he can only clumsily give to you, awkward and inexperienced and terrified. 

you better not tell Daddy about this, he tells you in a low voice as his fingertips trail up your spine, words mumbled into your hair. 

i won’t, you promise, nuzzling against his sternum, sealing your promise with a gentle kiss that sends shocks buzzing through his veins, whole body flinching with the impact.

but while akutagawa might be smarter, stronger, better than you, Daddy is smarter, stronger, better than him. 

and Daddy knows exactly what he’s done. 

oh yes, Daddy knows, the moment he steps through the threshold and into the flat. Daddy can smell it in the air, musky and dense with sweat and sex; can see it in your trembling expressions, in your bloodshot eyes and salt-stained lashes, dried in crusty clumps; can hear it in your fucked raw voices, hoarse and wrecked from cries and screams and moans. 

and when Daddy inspects your body and finds it painted with akutagawa-sized handprints, well. someone’s about to get in a hell of a lot of trouble. 

i thought Daddy told you to behave, dazai begins, slow, frigid, words sending chills skittering across your flesh, despite the fact that he’s not looking at you. you know—better than most, i’d say—what happens when you disobey me, don’t you, ryuu-kun?

of course. of course he does. 

he gets punished. 

#akutagawa smut #akutagawa x reader #dazai x reader #bsd smut #bsd smut drabble #bsd drabble #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #dazai osamu x reader #this is pretty much canon if you replace reader with atsushi isnt it? L O L #anyway!! wrote a third of this on the treadmill AHAHA

[konigsblog]

for the past couple of days all I can think about is like corruption with toxic dadbod price :(

just being told that "it's good for you so don't fight it" while he stuffs me up because obviously he knows better, he's older and way wiser so why wouldn't he?

this with dub-con, because dub-con and toxic!dadbod!price does something to me :( // trigger warning for dub-con, and of course, toxic and gross men !!

coercion, being coerced into allowed him to fuck you nice and raw, the experienced man knowing better, exactly how to fuck you :( bent over the edge of the couch, your face pressed against the cousin, and your ass in the air with his thick, hard cock running over your slit. he shushes you, degrading you for even thinking about talking without permission, that this will help him relax and rewind -- otherwise he'd just have to think it elsewhere, with other women.

you whimper at the stretch, trying to get familiar with the feeling of his prominent veins dragging against your gummy walls. folds wrapped around his girth tightly, your walls squeezing him as he pushes his full cock into your tight cunt, pussy dripping with pleasure, biting your lip as he fucks into you roughly!!! you moan with each thrust, eyes rolled back as he degardes and spanks your ass while calling you humilating names.

you wince as his tip smacks against your cervix, sobbing out, and wailing for him to slow down. he doesn't. “relax, doll. it'll feel better once you're relaxed.” you whimper at his words as he abuses your tight cunt, pussy raw as his balls smack against your ass, traveling down your thighs, trembling and mewling. “dirty fuckin' whore, takin' it all and complainin', attention seekin' bitch.” panting as he ruts deeper into you, plowing into his dirty, sticky mess.

#orla speaks #captain price #captain john price #john price #price cod #price call of duty #cod price #mw2 price #john price mw2 #price mw2 #john price x you #john price x reader #price x reader #price x you #captain price x reader