#can someone please hold me whilst i cry my fucking eyes out

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, size kink? Breeding, crying, just horni

I'm tired af but my ovaries I want demon Luci so here's something short I wrote🧍... Fem!Reader btw

No normal thoughts, head full of Lucifer fucking the cute little reader while he’s in his full demon form. His big demon body towers over her little one, and his giant hands grip her hips to hold her in place over his huge dick. He uses her like a fleshlight, mercilessly thrusting her on him and fucking her brains out. Meanwhile, she tries to hold on to the last of her sanity.

The stimulation is too much, and tears spill down her cheeks as Lucifer bites her shoulder. His teeth leave deep purple marks on her skin, but his tongue runs sweetly over the bite to soothe it.

“LUCIFER!!!” She screams his name when he slams into her cervix painfully, and he pins her down underneath him. “ Mmh..” He lets out a short sigh as his lustful eyes take in the sight of her sweaty body, her chest heaving, and the drool running down her lips.

“So, So beautiful.” He purrs into her ear, “Maybe I’ll use you as my cute little fleshlight every day from now on.”

“At least then, Someone as stupid as you would be useful.” He rasps out whilst tearing off the cute lacy bra that was still covering her breasts. “My cute little fucktoy.” Lucifer praises her. “Aren’t you happy to be useful for something?” His hands run over her breasts, and he stimulates her nipples by rubbing and twisting them between his fingers. She whines in pain at his roughness, and Lucifer feels her squeeze around him.

“Lucifer- please” She begs him, although she doesn't know for what. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull as she feels his dick once again slam deeply inside of her. She hears Lucifer's D.D.D ring and Diavolo's contact pop up, But Lucifer ignores it and merely throws the device to the side,

“I’ll fuck you like a cheap whore and then treat you like my princess.” He tells her as he forces her close legs to her chest.

That's perfect for a human exchange student. She moans as he readjusts his grip on her, his beast-like claws digging into her skin whilst fucks her vigorously, leaving her a screaming mess with tears on her face, and their mixed fluids seeping out of her cunt.

He finishes in her, his thick cum shooting deep inside of her so that he can fill her womb with his child.. And she feels completely stuffed by the time that he pulls out... Only for him to stroke his dick a few times before realigning it with her cum filled cunt again.

FUCK BEING AN EXCHANGE STUDENT... It would be too stressful. I wantttt to be Lucifer's whore, and pretty princess.. just give me that damn demon cock prideful boy (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

#lucifer obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me luci x reader #obey me smut #🍪's thirsty #obey me #om! lucifer #om! shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #cw;smut🍋 #fem!reader

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Break up Reaction (Maknae Line)

A/N:so I’m uploading this on my phone cause my 4 year old decided to break my chromebooks screen but I wanted to get this posted so I can post the second part to both anyway if you guys have any requests my requests are open any group you want me to write I usually do lol so just let me know anyway hope you enjoy please like comment reblog I love hearing your opinions

Jisung:

“GET OUT!” You shout, as you feel Jisungs arms wrap around your waist. You can feel his tears leaking through your shirt as he begs you to hear him out. Your tears streamed down your face. “you need to leave Jisung” You growl taking his arms from around you. His head shakes in panic “No! NO! Im sorry okay?! It was a mistake it didn’t mean anything to me” he cries. His shoulders shaking rapidly. You scoff at his words “Yeah for you it was just a fucking tuesday of course it wouldn’t mean shit to you. But the fact that you didn’t even think about me or I don’t know maybe the fact that you werent even single, proves to me that everything youre saying is bullshit. You don’t just go and fuck someone and then say Oops I made a mistake. You made a fucking choice Jisung and just cause it doesn’t mean anything to you now doesn’t mean you didn’t fucking do it and proves how much I cant trust you.” You snap, gesturing to the crying boy. Grabbing the bags you packed for him, you shove them at your ex boyfriend.

“I don’t want to go” Jisung confesses, his hand wrapping around your wrist pulling you back into him; burying your face in his chest. “Please don’t make me go, I don’t want to wake up every morning without you. I don’t want to let you go. It meant nothing then and now please believe me I don’t want anyone else it was a drunken mistake and I will never stop regretting it. I can make it up to you, I-I c-can fix things please—fuck—please don’t make me go. I love you” His sobs take over his body as you begin to pull yourself away from him. You stare at him, wanting to remember every inch of his face. You caress his cheek. Your eyes locking with one another “Im sorry, but I cant trust you anymore and I cant be with someone I cant trust. I want to break up. Im sorry but if you don’t leave. I will” You confess pulling your hand away from him. “Please....” He whines “Im sorry fuck im so sorry theres nothing I could be more sorry about I don’t know how to fix it. But I don’t want to leave please don’t make me leave, I need you okay? I need YOU! No one else I don’t know how to convince you of that” You shake your head at his words “You don’t need to convince me, you never will be able to Jisung, there’s never an excuse and I wont be able to trust you ever again. It will always feel like a lie.” His eyes widen in shock.

“i-I-” You lift your hand, not wanting to hear anymore “Just go, Jisung! Im done you hurt me way to much and I don’t want to hear your lies anymore” You growl. Nodding in defeat, he picks up his bags and makes his way to the door. You hold the door open for him as he makes his way out as he turns to face you once more you can feel your resolve breaking “I will always love you” he cries as you close the door.

Felix:

NEW MESSAGE: LIXIE💕☀️

Hey baby, just wanted to tell you good morning and I miss you when can I see you again? Its been too long😞

Your heart races as you read his message. Biting your lip you contemplate replying before deciding to lock your phone and continue avoiding him. You werent sure why he even bothered anymore, you knew he was pretending, and whilst he didn’t know you had learned the truth about him, you felt stupid every time you thought about seeing him. You were torn between the Felix you had gotten to know a bubbly sweet and kindhearted person that would give up their last for anyone in need, and the one that, apparently, likes to make bets with his friends about how long it would take for you to sleep with him. Its been a few days since you had been told the truth by Minho’s girlfriend, and ever since you had avoided Felix. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and idiotic anytime you thought about being near him, apparently he had won the bet, you did sleep with him fairly quickly considering you guys have been going out for only a few months and have been actively having sex since about your third date; and the idea that right after he went and reported his win to the boys made you feel dirty, gross, and used.

Your phone vibrating in your hand pulls you from your thoughts. Staring at the screen youre met with a photo of your smiling boyfriend. Pressing the decline button, you toss your phone on the bed lifting yourself to your feet. You stare around your room, pictures of you and Felix laugh at you as you grab the stuffed bear Felix had won for you on your second date. With a newfound resolve you toss the bear on the ground. Your body acting on its own accord as you begin throwing every symbol and memory of your relationship in a large destructive pile on the ground. Sobs rack through your chest, nausea building in your stomach. You trusted him, you allowed him to knock your walls down and he lied, pretended and faked his way through everything. With determination in your heart you stomp your way over to your bed grabbing your phone opening your messages with him.

To: LIXIE💕☀️

Please stop calling me stop texting me just leave me alone you won your stupid bet just leave me alone we’re done.

Your palms were sweating as your phone began vibrating once more. You stare at the photo of Felix, your jaw clenches as hot tears run down your face. You watch as the photo disappears a missed call notification coming in before the photo pops up once more. You sit in place as a plethora of calls continue to come in as well as messages all unseen. With a shaky breathe you turn your phone off, opting to take a shower you trudge your way to the bathroom. Your movements halt at the rapid knocks on your front door. “Babe! Please—fuck—open the door!” Felix’s deep voice pleads. Your hand smacks over your mouth, as you hear your doorknob rattling “Y/N! Open up please” he cries. “Let me explain!” The knocks continue in quick succession. “P-please! I-I c-can’t lo-lose y-yo-you, n-not like t-this please!” His voice is desperate, you could tell he was crying. “I’m sorry” the door begins to shake. You could tell he was trying to ram the door open. “I’m sorry! Please talk to me, we can’t be over we can’t Im an idiot but you mean so much to me don’t break up with me I’m sorry! I’ll explain I’ll tell you everything please” your sobs unable to be hidden anymore “Y/N?! Are you crying? Please—fuck—don’t cry please I’m sorry please open the door please! I need to see you. I need you to listen please open up!” He pleaded. You stared at the door as your heart pounded on your sternum as Felix pounded on your door. You apologized silently as you sat on the ground your arm wrapped around your waist as you held your hand over your mouth; tears steadily streaming down your face not being able to bring yourself to open the door.

Seungmin:

You stared blankly at the mahogany table, avoiding Seungmins bored stare. “Why did you ask me to meet you here if you weren’t going to say anything?” He questions confusion etched on his features You sat in shock at his words, you weren’t sure why you were so surprised at the cold stoic tone he used. It had always been the same with him anyway always leaving you to feel small under his judging gaze. You questioned the status of your relationship often due to the lack of affection on either part. You felt more like a close friend rather than his girlfriend or even someone he was dating, and whilst you two had never defined your relationship, you did assume from the fact that he had specifically told you that he had considered the time you two spent together as dates. You stared at your hands as your fingers continued to play with themselves in your lap. “I’m sorry…” you murmur, you hear him hum in response “it’s fine everyone has bad days” you shake your head in response “n-no…I’m sorry but I don’t think we should see each other anymore” your voice is almost a whisper but the widening of Seungmin’s eyes has you shocked. “C-Can I ask why? I thought things were going well…” he questions his hand reaching for yours sadness flashes across his features as you shift yourself further away from him “we’re more friends than anything don’t you think” you mumble disappointedly. “Friends?” He scoffs like the term was beneath him. “I’d like to think we are more than friends” he states calmly.

You wrap your arms around your waist “honestly can you name a single time we’ve done anything that could signify that we’re more than friends” you snap. Seungmin leans back in his seat, taking a sip of his coffee. “We go out on dates…umm I talk to you all the time…” he trails as he contemplates more answers only to come up with nothing and letting out a sigh. “It’s okay…you aren’t attracted to me Seungminie, not the way I am to you and I think you should find a girl you actually like” you state sadly as you lift yourself from your seat. “Goodbye…” you mumble as you make you’re way out of the café. Seungmin sat there in shock, a tear running down his cheek as you make your exit. He willed himself to say something, anything to get you to stay. He watched in horror as you made your way out of the door. His heart shattering in his chest as he wills you to turn around and just see him, see how he’s falling apart at your departure. He’s begged for every moment with you and in his idiocy you were wisped away, he felt lost what could he do?

Jeongin:

“You’re really wearing that?!” The disgust oozing out in his tone. You look down at your lilac skin tight dress and white thigh highs before nodding with confusion etched on your features a pout in your lips. “I-is there something wrong with what Im wearing?” You prod your eyebrow raising in offense. Jeongin scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. You stood in your place, biting your lip in frustration “I mean you look really…..interesting.” He grits. You could feel the uncomfortable stares. You knew what he meant by interesting, reflexively you tug on the hem of your dress bringing it lower on your legs. “Don’t listen to him you look great!” Nayeon smiled as she rubbed your wrist comfortingly. You nod dejected, your eyes not leaving the ground. “I-I’m going to get something to drink” you state rapidly as you rush over to the kitchen. You stare down at your dress, you felt stupid and thanked god you had brought a hoodie. Taking a deep breath you grab a red solo cup pouring a small bit of vodka and adding pineapple juice before mixing the drink. You stare into the concoction, as used to Jeongins temperament and the harshness of his tone you are, you contemplate as to why you had even entered this torturous relationship.

You couldn’t think of many times when Jeongin would speak to you without insulting you in some shape or form. From your hair being the wrong way to you just being too annoying for his taste that day there was always something you did wrong. You thought today would be different, you thought for once he’d actually acknowledge you the way he used too when you first began. Your heart completely shattered considering it was your second anniversary. Your relationship was fantastic up until just a few months ago and now it feels like Jeongin would rather drop dead before even looking at you anymore. You don’t know why you had bothered anymore it obviously wasn’t working. You’ve done everything you could to try to save your relationship tonight being your final attempt and as much as you wanted to give the rest of the night a chance; he couldn’t even acknowledge your anniversary all day and then to greet you like that at a party you didn’t even want to be at. You weren’t sure if you could continue this, you missed your loving, sweet boyfriend. You didn’t know who this Jeongin was. You sighed as you take a sip from your drink. The mixture of alcohol to juice lacking so you grab the vodka bottle once more.

“Sure get drunk so I have to take care of you tonight” you hear from behind you, you roll your eyes. “What? I’m literally just making my first drink” you scoff before turning and shoving past your boyfriend his hand wrapping around your arm “oh and thanks for embarrassing me tonight by the way” he spits. An embarrassing heat fills your cheeks “how did I embarrass you?” You growl a fire burning in your eyes. “You’re kidding right?” His lips are formed in a tight line, you press your chest against his in defiance “No! How did I fucking embarrass you Jeongin?”

“So dressing like a slut to a party where you know your boyfriend and his friends are going to be isn’t a fucking problem? It’s not embarrassing?” He snaps, the glare in his eyes challenging you. The rage filling your stomach you toss your drink in his face. “I can’t believe you! You fucking prick” you shout, Jeongins eyes grow wide at your action. He stood there shocked, covered in your drink, his hands reaching for you quickly with a call of your name. You put your arms up preventing him from touching you. “No! I’m done! I’m so fucking done with you Jeongin! For months I’ve put up with your shitty attitude all because I loved you and you obviously don’t feel the fucking same anymore! You made me miserable and I still loved you! Don’t call me don’t text me just leave me alone. Happy anniversary Jeongin, I’m giving you the best gift I could…you’re single congratulations” your resolve completely breaking as tears stream down your face. You can see the panic in Jeongins eyes, his mouth sits agape in shock. With a scoff you turn to make your exit. “W-wait! Where are you going?” He calls, his voice is shaky. “Babe?!” You can hear him following after you “wait! Y/N!” His voice is shaky as you make your way out the front door, you knew if you turned back just one look at his face would break you. You had to keep going; you picked up your pace as the cold air kissed your skin.

Your car was only down the street a bit you just had to make it there and you were home free. Your heart raced as your legs moved rapidly. You felt arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back into a strong frame. The familiar cologne fills your nostrils, you could feel his shaking figure. “Don’t go, I’m sorry” he pleads. You sigh “please let me go Jeongin” pulling his arms from around you not turning to look at him. “I’m sorry please don’t go im an idiot I didn’t mean to forget but I don’t think it’s something you should break up with me over” he scoffs slight annoyance in his tone. A scowl forms on your face as you whip around to look him in his eyes “you know what?! Yeah! You ARE indeed a fucking idiot! If you think I’m breaking up with you over this bullshit ass anniversary then you’re wrong! You treat me like shit and a burden and I’m just done you obviously don’t love me anymore and as much as I do love you I deserve better just…please leave me alone…” tears stream down your face at a rapid pace, your heart shattering at every word. Your eyes drifting to the floor as your bottom lip finds it’s way between your teeth. Your eyes never once lifting to meet his as you turn away from him and make your way to your car. You don’t see Jeongin standing there in horror as you ultimately walk away from him. You don’t hear the sound of his heart shattering in his chest as you don’t look back at him. His jaw clenched as tears stream down his cheeks willing himself to not chase after you because like you said, you did deserve better

#stray kids angst #straykids angst #skz felix #skz angst #stray kids angst reaction #stray kids break up reaction #stray kids maknae line angst #jisung angst #lee felix angst #seungmin angst #Jeongin angst #han angst #I.N. angst #lee yongbok angst

[minhosimthings]

Kiss me once, kiss me twice

Synopsis: slow dancing with Seungmin after a long day.

Pairings: bf!Seungmin × fem!reader

Warnings: fluffiest shit to ever erupt out of this blog, hurt/comfort, crying, hurt/comfort, reader is exhausted, mention of food, joke about wanting to die

A/N: can everyone here tell I'm lonely as fuck rn and want someone to hold me and tell me I'm their baby. No? Cool NOW READ.

Kiss me once

Then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Seungmin was your comfort.

He was your cocoon which you could wrap yourself into and sleep after a long caterpillar day and turn into a pretty butterfly the next day.

Seungmin was also a menace, no doubt in that, always finding ways to tease you, never wasting a second in making quips. But sometimes it doesn't become a joke for you, when you're tired and all you want is a hug and all he does is tease you.

Work had been shitty today. Two breaks had gone by like the pretty autumn sun when Seungmin's eyes would light up like your entire universe. Almost fifteen meetings and one spilt coffee later, you found yourself spiralling down a wormhole of wanting nothing but a pillow to scream into or someone to bury yourself in.

Seungmin, being that specific someone.

"Did you bury a body or something?" Seungmin teased, as you plopped down onto the couch, tears still fresh on your skin. Ponyo had been playing on the tv as you wrapped yourself into Seungmin's arms, nuzzling yourself like a baby.

"Y/N you're choking me." Seungmin laughed, loosening his grip a bit, "If I wanted to die by your arms I would have said so you know."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Y/Nnie? Please come out love." Seungmin knocked on the bathroom door in homeless despair as the only thing that answered him was a stark, emotionless 'no'. He sighed and brought himself down to sit against the door.

"Did you drag a body against the door." He heard your grumbles from the other side, bringing a slight smile to his face. "Would you like me to?" He answered, this time, earning the faint sound of your giggle.

A crack in the hole, finally.

With a crack of a hinge, Seungmin suddenly fell back onto the tiles of the bathroom as you opened the door. His confused face as he lay on the floor bought a smile to yours as you giggled and helped him get up.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled as you brought your arms to his neck, wrapping yourself around him like a grass covered snake on a willow tree. Seungmin swayed you like that for a while as his arms twisted around your waist, keeping you to his body securely.

Moonlight flooded the room from the open windows as a light breeze blew, making your skin curdle into goosebumps. Yet your body stayed warm in Seungmin's embrace.

"Are we dancing right now?" You giggled into Seungmin's shoulder, noticing the way he was swaying you around. Seungmin's chuckle sounded like a melody in your ear as he started moving his feet in a waltz like movement.

"Wait." He let go your waist and dramatically bowed to you, kissing the tip of your hand. His lips felt like soft cotton on your skin.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" He spoke, an octave lower than his normal voice, extending his hand to you, which you took, tracing the lines on his palm.

"Of course, my lord." You responded, holding back a giggle and resting your hands over his shoulders, whilst his went to your waist as if a iron attracting magnet or an orphan attracting misfortune.

His movements were gentle, slow, comforting. As you swayed left and right, taking in his scent, you felt the earth wrap around you like a mother wrapping her arms around her newborn child. The room felt sepia toned, a warm ocean dragging you to comfort. Your mind took you away from all the bad things that had happened today and rested solely on the boy in front of you, soundlessly swaying you to an invisible melody.

Seungmin hummed a soft tone to your ear as his nose kept burrying into your neck. He loved the way you smelled exactly like all his dreams.

"I know that song." You perked up, and gently hummed along with Seungmin. "Kiss me once then kiss me twice-" you sang softly, "Then kiss me once again." "it's been a long, long time." Seungmin finished your melody in his honey sweet voice.

His lips on yours felt bittersweet, like the warm feeling on sand on the beach as he dug his fingers softly into your skin like a painter gripping his paintbrush. Art was always your ghetto, and his kissed deserved to be in a museum, painted all pretty in a canvas for you.

You stayed melted into each other for some time, before you noticed Seungmin quietly dragging you to the bed. "Want to cuddle?" He asked meekly, puppy eyes shining through. You hummed in response, being too tired and too comfortable to say anything.

"Am I choking you?" You asked uncertainly as you and Seungmin settled underneath the covers. Seungmin chuckled and tightened his grip around you. "I'm good love. But if I were to die from all the cuddling, just know that I died happy."

"that's what we'll write on your tombstone then." You laughed softly, not wanting to disrupt the silent slumber of all the dust, the insects and the sky, "Death by Y/N." "Hmm I don't think so." Seungmin's chuckle sent a warm shiver down your body, "We'll write 'Death by Y/N's kisses."

"that would be my favourite way to death." He whispered at last, as both of you melted like ice cream in the summer, into unbothered sleep, not caring what the next morning may bring

Kiss me once

Then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long long time.

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[littlegaybean1]

So I had a dream a few weeks ago and I thought you good omens Tumblr people would want to hear about it.

What was this dream, I hear absolutely none of you cry?

Good Omens Season Three of course!

It begins with Crowley, with his hair just above the shoulders and wavy, very similar to the 2000s Crowley hair. He's in his house, wearing sunglasses and dressed in his final fifteen outfit. Somehow my dream self knew that this was a month or two after the final fifteen. Crowley is lounging in his chair, looking depressed, with a glass of wine balanced on the arm somehow.

Then, we cut to Heaven. Aziraphale is sitting at the desk that Michael is seen at in S2, with stacks of paperwork on the desk. He's smiling, but tears are pooling in his eyes. The Metatron comes over and says something that I can't remember, to which Aziraphale says "yes of course" in his polite way with a smile. He shuffles the papers and then gets up and walks away, the Metatron looking on with an expression that I can only describe as villainous.

Then, we cut to... Hastur? Who is narrating? Subconscious brain, what are you doing? He stares straight at me (which is basically like staring at the camera) and monologues, which boils down to

"Our great heroes are separated, grieving the loss of each other when neither are dead" (sarcastically)

"Well," *chuckles* "neither are dead yet."

Cut back to Crowley. He's angry, tears streaming from underneath his glasses. He throws his wine glass at the wall before collapsing on the floor. Looking up at the ceiling, he speaks to someone above, we all know who.

"Why did you go? Why'd you have to go and leave me you adorable little bastard. You left me, I needed you! I still... I still need you. Come back. Please come back." Or something similar to that. His voice breaks and he just lies there crying.

Up in Heaven, Aziraphale can't hear him but something upsets him. He buries his head in his arms, crying.

Then, back to Crowley's flat, but this time he's not alone. Hastur, Dagon, Shax and Eric burst in through the wall, grab him and drag him out of the door whilst he's screaming and cursing at them.

Cut to Hell, in the room that Beelzebub teleported Crowley to in S2. Crowley's on a black throne, but he's chained down and his head is forced into a bowed position. The four aforementioned demons stand before him, cackling. One of them holds a sword to his throat.

Cut back to Heaven, and Uriel comes over to Aziraphale and says that they've been sent a message from Hell. The message is a live video call, showing the previous scene. Aziraphale gasps, suddenly going from mildly confused to purely terrified. His eyes flood with tears and he appears paralysed, standing stock still and eyes glued to the image before him.

The demons laugh and hiss, before burying the sword in Crowley's shoulder. It glows brightly and Crowley screams in pain. A bucket is seen next to them, and I somehow know that Aziraphale is certain that it's full of holy water. Aziraphale seems to break out of his daze, stutters a bit then says, to nobody in particular

"I'll just be two ticks"

The demons are visibly confused, as is Uriel. None of them really know what to make of this. Then, still on the video, Crowley starts to shake, and is suddenly not chained. He collapses and rolls off the chair. One of the demons shove him onto his back, where we see that Crowley is... Laughing???

"Oh, we're all seriously fucked. That's his 'I'm going to pretend that everything is fine then turn into an absolute raging maniac' voice."

He then starts laughing even harder. The demons exchange worried glances. Has he gone off his rocker?

One of the demons is getting seriously pissed off by the laughing, and stabs Crowley in the other shoulder. But this time, he doesn't scream, he just keeps on laughing.

Suddenly, the room rumbles and an extremely pissed, immaculately dressed Aziraphale appears, wielding his flaming sword. His eyes are glowing the purple of Arch-Angelic power. With two strokes of his sword, Eric discorporates and the sword pointed at Crowley is knocked away. Aziraphale stands over Crowley's bleeding form and growls in the same tone as in the bookshop

"Stay back."

He waves his hand over Crowley's body, and a shield of light splits him off from everyone. Somehow my dream self knows that Aziraphale isn't only protecting Crowley from the demons, he's protecting Crowley from him. With that, Aziraphale thrusts his sword deeply into the ground, the room shaking violently and filling with pure angelic light. When it fades, Aziraphale is covered in soot and bears several burns, and is carrying Crowley through the light, up and up back to

The bookshop.

Crowley looks up at Aziraphale in a bit of a daze, and weakly says

"Did you... Stop to change before charging down to hell?"

"I wanted to be dressed appropriately! It's not every day one fights off demons in their home territory." Aziraphale sounds defensive, but also worried.

"You idiot angel." Crowley smiles at him affectionately.

"Yes, he very much is."

DUN DUN DUN!

The Metatron appears in the bookshop, an expression of fury on his face.

"I gave you power, I gave you status, I gave you a name for yourself. But still, you throw away all this for some, failed angel who couldn't even be a demon right! I won't have it!"

The Metatron snaps his fingers, white light flooding the bookshop and Crowley cries out in alarm. The husbands grip each other tightly, refusing to let even the Metatron's power separate them.

My dream ends with Hastur's laughter, as the two wake up in Heaven, still clutching each other.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #good omens season three #weird dreams #even my subconscious is obsessed #dear lord #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #my dreams are really strange #the good omens #it is too powerful

[brinxxxx]

A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped For You

Chapter 7: Silent Cry

Author POV:

As you all go back to the table everyone looks at you funny. Why were all 3 of your leaving the woman's bathroom. "What the hell is going on here? Why all three of you in the bathroom?"

I.N giving cheeky looks you give him a disgusted look back. "No. Mr Yang definitely not that! I wasn't feeling well and Mr Lee and Mr Bang went to check on me. I'm fine now. Soooo shall we get drinking or what?"

"Someone's feeling it now! Thank you okay what we drinking?" Felix shouting with all his excitement. We all started with something easy. Soju. Your usual go to drink when it's casual. If you really wanted to get wrecked you'd go for gin or vodka but you're keeping your wits about you. Just incase.

*skips to three hours later*

You're all still at the restaurant, you're all some what intoxicated, some most than others. You are tipsy but not drunk. You decide it's time go home you've had your fun hit you just want to go home and unwind. Letting the others enjoy going to the karaoke night.

"Thank you for everything tonight. Sadly I should head home. Don't want to nurse hangover tomorrow. Have a great night celebrating! See you all on Thursday!"

"Y/N I'll take you home!"

Chan calls out. "I brought you here I'll take you back. I'll be heading home too. I need get a few things in order for tomorrows meeting anyways"

"Chan haven't you been drinking?"

Han pointed out.

"I've been drinking cola all night. Don't worry Hannie."

"Well Y/N I would like to see you in my office on Thursday please. We have a meeting about some new comers in my floor and I would like you to show them around"

"Of course Mr Hwang. I'll happily help. Just email the details tomorrow and I'll be able to prep something for them"

And with that you leave with Chan. You sit in the car in pleasant silence. He gently placed his hand on your bare thigh as he sighs "do you think I wouldn't notice what you're wearing Y/N...you know how to distract a man from his meal"

"Sorry sir I have no idea what you are talking about..."

"Why do you think we had our little moment in the bathroom?"

"To be honest I thought you were drunk"

"Really? Didn't you not get a good taste? No alcohol in me babygirl."

"Then why did you kiss me?"

"Why do YOU think I kissed you? Isn't it obvious?"

"Oh look Mr Bang there's my house...thank you for the lift...see you Thursday"

"Wait Y/N!?"

You shut the door. Ran quickly into your house. Feeling hot and bothered. You ran upstairs and dressed into comfortable pjs. Grabbed your vibrator and allowing your mind to travel the deep thoughts of memories of you and Chan. You hear a knock at the door and ignore it. Wanting to continue what you are doing but you get a fright when you hear his voice.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Please let me in."

You were so close to your high. You don't know why you stopped. But you decide to answer the door to see chan looking worried whilst you looked, hungry, desire in your eyes and drunk on lust you pull him into the house and lock the door. It was like he knew. He pull you into a kiss. Started off so gentle but as it went on the rougher it was getting.

You lead him to your room. He gently pushes you onto the bed as he kneels on top of you he gets the fright of his life...he knelt on your vibrator which turned back on. You both laugh but that laugh instantly turned into moans of pleasure as he places the vibrator on you.

"That's my good babygirl. Now don't move. Bad girls get punished."

"You now I won't be able to stay still..."

"I'm sure you can. Do it for daddy"

"and Y-yes daddy."

"Good girl now hold the toy just now."

He goes down and licks you out whilst your still holding the toy. The screams and moans coming out fromyou were new. You've never had this type of pleasure before. It was so good. On the other hand Chan was growling with all the noise you were making.

"So wet baby. You taste so Fucking good. Come have a taste..."

He comes to kiss you. You both moan into each other. "You taste good right baby?"

"I want to taste daddy next"

"You-you what...?"

"Daddy got to taste me. It's only fair if I taste daddy too"

"Are you sure you're comfortable with this Y/N?"

"Why wouldn't I be. If you change your mind that's okay Chan. I just want to enjoy what we are doing..."

"Come here and taste daddy then baby"

Without hesitation you got on all fours waiting patiently for him to unzip his trousers and let out his very hard meat. It hits your face making you moan instantly. He grabs your toy and plays with you as you give him head. Though he's the longest you've had it never phased your gag reflex and to say the least Chan was VERY shocked that you could take all of him in your mouth.

"Jesus fuck Y/N. You're taking daddy so well"

Before you know it he flips you on your back.

"Do you want to take daddy?"

You were so into your sub space you nod with a cheeky grin. As soon as he lined himself up and slowly went in on you you gasp. "That's my girl taking daddy soo well. Good baby"

He coos at you "faster daddy. Please"

"As my girl wishes"

He picks up the pace quickly and the grunts and moans coming from him were making this interaction sooo much hotter "god you feel so good baby. Don't think I'll be done with you after this"

"Daddy I'm gonna cum."

"Cum baby girl. All over daddy's dick"

With the contractions from your release Chan wasn't far behind both of your screaming in pleasure. He falls down on top of you both panting. Realisation hit what you just done.

"Shit Chan. Your fiancé! She's going to kill us!"

"Y-Y/N what are you talking about?"

"If she finds out she'll make sure you're life's a living hell!?"

"Y/N she has a boyfriend remember? She's not gonna touch us. Trust me"

He kisses your cheek in reassurance.

"I should probably go thought incase she's back home..."

"No please stay... you can drive to work from here tomorrow if you want"

"I thought you'd never ask"

#stray kids #christopher bang #bang chan #bangchan x reader #skz x reader #skz fanfic #bang chan smut #skz smut

[autumnalmess]

would love to hear more about "to watch a bird in flight"! :D

Now that I'm in my ridiculously late break from work (it's literally midnight I procrastinated for too long this morning), I can finally answer these!!

"to watch a bird in flight" is a canon era (eventual) enjoltaire fic, with the title coming from the first amis chapter:

This is a sweet but angsty pre-barricade fic in which Grantaire is a coward, Enjolras is capable of being terrible, and revolution waits in the wings.

It's inspired by the fact that Grantaire is a huge fucking yapper and I hadn't seen enough book-faithful blabbing in a lot of the fics I'd read. But more because I am charmed and fascinated by working out the pipeline from 'roughly repulsed, rejected' to the sudden and unfortunate realization of being in love with someone so a) male in 1830s France, and b) unlike anything one could have anticipated.

I've not said even half the things I have to say about this fic (more is in the tags) so please do comment if you're interested or have any questions!!

Have an angsty little snippet xx:

Bahorel claps a hand on his shoulder as Grantaire begins to shuffle homewards. “Good man. Now straight home, mind. Don't do anything stupid.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he winces, every inch of him sighs with the realization of his mistake.

Grantaire’s body goes rigid beneath his hand.

“Oh?” Grantaire mutters, facing away from him.

“Grantaire-” Bahorel begins.

Grantaire whirls around with a look of deep amusement in his eyes. His grin is almost manic, offset by a bitterness too wracked with self loathing to ignore. His limbs are quaking with the anticipation of his spiel, as if the words themselves are bubbling up within him, jostling to break the surface.

“Grantaire, you're-” Bahorel says again.

“No, dear Bahorel, you're absolutely right, the deuce! As per usual!” Grantaire cries, his voice dripping with insincerity. “So attentive of you to, to warn me against doing something stupid. Oh, as I am wont to do indeed! Bah, you know me so well!”

He is gabbling now, unable to stop himself as words spew out of him, harsher and louder with the rush of the Seine in his ears and the sympathetic grimaces of the blank faces passing him by. His hands flail wildly, desperately, in vast gestures fit for the opera. His performance is all bravado, undercut by deep hurt. Already, the guilt is rising like bile in his throat.

“Ah, alas, without you I would topple into the river! Without you I would, ah whoopsadaisy! And fall in front of every trap I see, I should be so lucky. Ever so sorry, my lord, I didn't realize you'd called for the fool! No matter, no bother, I'll just skip on over, shall I? Yes, you call for the fool, and here I am! In my red stockings and my JANGLY HAT!”

“GRANTAIRE!” Bahorel's cry silences him.

Bahorel is not an astute man by any means, nor is he concerned with the ‘how’s and the ‘why’s of the world. But he is kind. And it does not take him more than a moment to see through Grantaire's hollow little show.

His friend's wandering eyes are guilty and exhausted, and full of despair. He envelopes Grantaire in an embrace.

For a moment, Grantaire is still, then his weight shifts almost imperceptibly against Bahorel's sturdy form.

“You're not a fool,” says Bahorel carefully. “I know that's what this is really about. But I don't think that. And I'd never say what he said…I'm not even certain he meant it himself.”

He holds Grantaire at arm's length, staring him in the eyes. Grantaire shifts uncomfortably and looks at the floor.

“Go home, Grantaire. Okay? Get some sleep. Have some fucking water for God's sake. And tomorrow you can watch whilst I punch that pompous bastard in the mouth.”

He says it with an easy smile on his lips, but Grantaire does not laugh. He just sniffles, wipes his nose on his sleeve, and looks at the floor.

“I'll go home,” he mumbles.

#SAVE ME CANON ERA ENJOLTAIRE #in which Enjolras is actually disgusted by Grantaire #in which Grantaire would actually genuinely just rather die than tell Enjolras he's in love with him #in which Enjolras realises Grantaire's capabilities and is frustrated by his blatant waste of potential #in which Enjolras fleetingly meets his mathc #in which Enjolras fucking HATES slowly falling in love but can't do anything to stop it #and then has to reckon with OH GOD WHY MUST I BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE SO HORRENDOUSLY IMPRACTICAL #les mis #les miserables #victor hugo #enjoltaire #fanfiction

[amspams]

Protective father

A/N: After one accidental deletion, crying my heart out and having to rewrite the whole thing, I've finally finished another fanfic. :,)

TW: Swearing, violence, child abuse

Glenda had gotten herself into some trouble. She watched as one of the other girls she'd been playing with - Katy - wailed in front of her. Who knew a simple game of tag in the park would lead to this? If only that whiny bitch hadn't refused to be 'it' when Glenda had caught her, Glenda would not have shoved her. Now Katy was going to have to deal with her bloody, scraped knees, by herself.

And Glenda did not feel any remorse for her actions. In fact, she was amused by the little girl's sobbing. Glenda thought Katy was being way too dramatic over what happened. It was only a few scratches after all.

"Glenda, what did you do!?" Said a panicked voice from behind her. Glenda turned around to see her twin brother, Glen, staring at her with wide eyes. "Is she hurt?"

"No-" Glenda replied stoically, but was interrupted by Katy.

"Glenda pushed me!" She cried.

"I did not!" Glenda denied, and stomped towards her.

Glen tried to hold her back. "Glenda, stop! It's not worth it."

"She's lying! She hurt me for no reason!" Whined Katy.

"Shut up, you cunt!"

However, just as Glenda was about to kick the sobbing girl, someone grabbed her by her wrist and flung her back. Glenda landed on the ground with a thud. The force of the impact took her by surprise, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Glen quickly ran to his sister's side. "Oh no. Are you well?"

"Does it look like I'm-"

A man grabbed Glenda by her shirt and lifted her up, letting her feet dangle above the ground. "You little brat, what gave you the right to treat my daughter like that, huh!?"

The twins gasped, and Glenda frantically tried to wriggle her way out of the Katy's father's grip.

"Please don't hurt her, sir," Glen pleaded. "She didn't mean to-"

"Stay out of this, boy!" The man yelled before shifting his attention back to Glenda. "You little shit. Did your parents teach you nothing?"

"Let go of me, asshole!"

"Oh I'll let you go, alright," spat the man. "I'll let you go after you're hurting just as much as my Katy is!"

The man let Glenda fall back down before grabbing her by her shoulders and violently shaking her. "You think you can just walk off with no concequences? I'm gonna teach you a lesson your parents should've a long ago."

"DADDY!" Screamed Glenda. "Daddy, der Mann tut mir weh!" (Daddy, the man hurts me!)

The man clasped a hand over her mouth. "Stop screeching, girl. And speak english!"

Just when it seemed as if the man was about to strike her, he was violently shoved away by an infuriated Chucky. "And what the hell do ya think you're doin'?"

The man was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. "I was just-"

"That was a rhetorical question, idiot," said Chucky, and punched the man in the face. A horrible cracking noise was heard when his fist made contact with the man's nose. Chucky had more than likely broke it. "I don't give a flying fuck about your excuse. You don't hit kids. Especially not my kids."

Glen covered his eyes whilst Glenda grinned from ear to ear at her father's display of aggression. Chucky forced the man down to the ground.

"Get off me, you freak!" The man demanded, and tried to push Chucky off of him. But he was no match for him. Chucky had been fighting his whole life. He grew up on the streets after all. Your average man stood no chance against him, and he was very well aware of that.

"Shut up," Said Chucky, and held him down.

"Ya know, if we weren't in public right now, I'd..."

Chucky trailed off when he saw two officers approaching.

"Please get off, sir. We'll take it from here."

Chucky did as he was told, but before he got up, he whispered into the man's ear loud enough for only him to hear. "Lock your door, dickhead. We're not done here."

Chucky then picked Glenda up and took Glen's hand before walking back to the car with them. "Lucky bastard," he muttered.

#child's play #bride of chuky #seed of chucky #the twins #Glen & Glenda #Glen Ray #Glenda Ray #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #The Rays #Human!AU #German!Chucky AU inspired by lovely @fanficwriter284

[levmada]

to kind of provide some sort of answer to one of the many questions surrounding newborn levi: i get the impression that kuchel's experience of giving birth to him was... rough. rough in the sense that kuchel was in labour for a long time. and that as far as complications go, he wasn't breathing immediately when he came out; kuchel's fear quickly morphs into relief when he starts breathing roughly 7 seconds or so later. but after, kuchel would rest for days whilst someone else watches baby levi.

i decided to combine these bc i have Many thoughts !!!! also i ripped my own heart out of my chest writing this. im a mess lol

//giving birth(?)

Giving birth to Levi was the most nerve-wracking and painful experience of Kuchel's life—as well as the best day of her life. Obviously she got no medicine for the pain, and a c-section wasn't an option because the risk of infection would've been enormous, and regardless there was no way Kuchel had a doctor or nurse to help her (and considering the time aot is set in, women dying during childbirth was probably very common), only some of her closest friends who volunteered to help.

The labor lasted hours (you know how babies cry out of the womb bc the experience of being born is traumatic? headcanon tiny itty bitty baby Levi did not feel like leaving his momma's belly so the labor was doubly difficult). He was a tiny newborn too.

One woman brings him into her arms immediately, swaddling him in an old towel, and announces it's a boy!! And Kuchel just starts weeping. Exhaustion, joy, relief. He's here.

While two women clean him off, Kuchel's closest friend is sitting by her head comforting and laughing with her (imagine, she gave birth in the same bed she worked in oh my god it hurts?), the two coddling Levi get frantic because his lips are blue and he isn't breathing.

Kuchel was already mumbling, "Let me see my baby, give me Levi," (she already had a name if it turned out to be boy). Her heart fucking drops to her stomach when the terror appears on their faces.

Would the women realistically know how to give CPR to a newborn (is that a thing?) or know what to do at all? No, or at least doubtful. Kuchel's best friend tears away from her, the most level-headed one and most determined, and strokes his back with a few fingers. Mumbling quickly please, please while Kuchel covers her red-rimmed eyes with her arm. Blubbering, "No. He's strong. He's strong," and then she just screams, "Help him!"

(please let me diffuse the tension i am having a heart attack) Kuchel's best friend slaps Levi on the butt (isn't that a thing nurses do?) until the blubbering and tension of the room silences the moment he starts to wail. throws his head back and cries and cries. goddd. Everyone, but especially Kuchel is laughing crazily and weeping at the same time. Color rises to his cheeks finally.

Kuchel stretches her arms out and jaw trembling, begs for him. Finally, the squirming bundle is carefully transferred to her hold before she even thinks of letting her legs down. Nothing else in the world matters, including the praise and reassurances of her friends and especially her own pain.

And he really is strong. Whimpers and cries as he's cooed and doted over, doesn't fall asleep for several minutes afterwards. Kuchel's cheeks are wet, and she can't stop looking at him. As soon as she saw his face, it's cemented in her. She already knew she loved him more than anything in the entire world, and she always would, but it's real now. It's that type of love that could break anyone down to tears. It's devastating.

He already has a little tuft of hair, and it's the darkest black just like hers. Ironically, no one could afford a cradle or little toys for him (besides one beaten rattle more designed for a doll), except for a white woolen hat fit for a baby to keep him warm.

Teeny tiny fingers that can barely wrap around one of her own. Holding him to her chest, while at the same time treating him like glass because she's horrified of hurting him. Of anything else going wrong.

Meanwhile the sweat is wiped off Kuchel's forehead and a blanket is laid over her legs (to none of her notice). She's okay, too. Her friends give her time alone with him (and most definitely use the excuse to face Kuchel's boss(es) themselves. The entire labor was most definitely loud and "disruptive" to business as usual, and they were going to do everything in their power for Kuchel not to hear the ramifications, and to take whatever punishment will come).

Kuchel could've easily fallen into an exhausted sleep while listening to the slight sounds of his breathing. But to keep herself awake until one of the women is back, she's murmuring so softly that someone across the room wouldn't be able to hear: "Oh... you're so beautiful. You're amazing... Oh my god. I love you. You're my sweet angel."

(im tearing up)

A short time (for the average) later, after Kuchel's friend has come back to sit with her, but before Kuchel can bear to hand him off so that she can rest, his eyes open. Her eyes blur with tears once again, which she quickly blinks away. The sweetest little grey eyes appear when he just barely cracks his eyes open. Innocently peering up.

And Kuchel's friend says, "My god. He looks just like you."

And the tears start up again. It barely crosses Kuchel's mind that her brother isn't here—she already knows that Levi is all she needs.

Days following the birth, Kuchel rests. The women do what they can all things considered, but on a lighter note they have a thorough debate over who will babysit him (everyone wanted to. everyone cooed over him and touched his chubby cheeks omg). Kuchel probably had to bargain with her boss(es) that she would pick up extra shifts as soon as she was able. The only think about it that bothered her was her ability to take care of Levi through all of it. Without question he was her new, sole priority. Her sun (and her son). Her reason for living.

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#fuck writing this was pure emotional turmoil #i'll post the other ones tomorrow i am drained hehe #aot headcanons #kuchel ackerman #aot imagines #attack on titan hcs #levi attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #snk fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction

[sublieu]

I know it's out of the blue but I was wondering if you could do a Sandy x reader smut plsplsplsss? I read your thirst and I had to ask you on this. So please Im begging you. You can skip if you want but please?

╰┈➤Exhibitionism

: ̗̀➛ Exhibition, [slight] fear play, cervix fucking, womb fucking, finger fucking, tummy bulge, size difference, getting caught, slick eating [only once]

: ̗̀➛ 1.0k words.

: ̗̀➛ Enjoy your long awaited dish chicks, bros and non-binary hoes <3

Both you and Sandy were equally bored with your hangout; Sure, it was nice to be around them but the atmosphere was thick with awkward silence.

Sandy sighed in boredom before getting up and walking off. Pigsy asking where he'd be going only for sandy to say that he'd be fixing up any errors on the truck, with you following suit. Not wanting to be surrounded by the aura.

You followed behind the bluette quickly, for a tall man of muscle he walked fast as he turned the corner before yanking you around with him.

He lifted you up, giving you a passionate kiss on the lips before talking.

"I bet you were waiting for me to be alone huh?"

He starts before kissing you again, hushing you whilst lifting you off the ground. Your legs around his waist as you returned the favor by lightly biting his lower lip. Till you heard Mei nearby, from the sounds of her voice she seems to be talking with someone on the phone, which had you look at the man with evident shock on your face before he shushed you with another kiss"

"Relax~ She won't hear us, promise."

Sandy hushed and helped you out of your shirt as you marked up his chest with hickeys. The purple/bluish marks remained on his toned chest, which would be brought up to conversation later.

He took unzipped his pants, holding you up with his knee; which you took advantage of and humped yourself on his leg, causing the giant to look back at you with a mischievous grin before bouncing his leg. Your clit abused by his teasing before he held you up again, his cock exposed and leaking pre.

"Look at the mess you did to my leg [name]~ Now I'll have to change pants~"

He teases and pulls your panties off. Your juices coated on them as he pushed a finger inside, now finger fucking you as you did your best to suppress your moans. Fear in your eyes when you remember that Mei was not too far away from you. If Sandy wanted, he could've force a moan out of you. But he didn't, cause he just loved the fear in your eyes.

He pulled his finger out and watched your slick run down his finger, giving a taste test before Pressing the tip of his cock at your entrance. You always wondered how you even survived his ministries to you every time you had sex.

Out of the blue he pushed the tip of his cock inside before pushing more inside, causing you to draw out a moan. Obviously forgetting that Mei was a just a container away from you, which made her pause and look around. Hanging up the call with a friend and pressing her ear against the container.

His cock bulged on your tummy, his cock even going through your cervix, just at your womb. You were gonna be so sore by the time you're ready to go back to the crew.

Je gave you a mini thrust, making your breath hitch in your throat before he started thrusting up inside. His cock bulging and reaching halfway through your womb.

You hugged his neck as he kept thrusting, his strong arms slightly suffocating but warm to the touch, almost as if he's a heat generator; The lewd, wet slapping of skin slightly muffled but still easy to distinguish.

He held you tighter against him as you let more moans slip from your mouth, not caring the slightest bit as he gave out heavy moans and curses. You were just so small, yet you could still take him. You were so weightless to him he could lift you up with just a finger; and yet here you are, taking all of him whilst crying out in bliss.

You came around his cock a first time; your juices spraying all over his cock, making him slippery inside. Which made things easier for him as he started pounding you even harsher. Your juices still leaking from your cunt like a fountain as he bullied your pussy.

It's been 45 minutes before his cock started aching. His cock pressing at the end of your womb as you clawed his back, leaving marks and cuts as you drowned in his raw and rough fucking. It was like you were being squished by a thousand planets, but it felt soo good. Almost agonizing even.

You were mumbling curses, drool leaving your lips from this brutal pleasure. Moaning 'bout how good his cock feels bruising and ruin you over, and over, and over again. Sandy now throbbing even harder as his climax was untying, destine to leave you wobbling out with his cum dripping from between your legs.

Till he finally reached his peak and held you tightly in his arms. His cum flooding your ovaries and even leaking outside you onto the grey pavement of his boat. Groaning and bliss and even cutting his lip from stuffing you full before pulling out and holding you by your ass. Still drunk and hazy.

He gave you a forehead kiss before helping you put on your shirt. He was keeping your panties, to which you didn't mind too much before limping from behind the container to see Mei standing there, her phone in her hand. From the red button blazing on her phone, she was recording everything.

You embarrassingly hid your face and attempt to hide your face before walking off to the crew. Only to see Tang alone on the couch watching tv.

Both Mk and Pigsy heard what exactly was happening and proceeded to leave, leaving Tang here, eating his noodles and watching something.

"You know, if you're gonna run off to fuck. Please I am personally begging you to keep it down. I barely heard Aggretsuko becauseof you two. You especially"

He cusses angrily, but stopped once you fell asleep. Sighing in annoyance before putting his scarf around you to finish watching the show.

©����𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

#lmk sandy x reader #lmk sandy x y/n #lmk sandy #lmk smut #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #lego monkie kid sandy #lego monkie kid sandy x y/n #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid smut #Sandy smut #sandy lego monkie kid #sandy lmk #🍑lmk masterlist #🍑 monkie kid smut

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 37

*Warning Adult Content*

- Maddox -

I paced my living room as I went over the words I'd say, again and again, forcing myself to believe them.

Then I heard it, making me stop pacing as the sound of the elevator bell dings, then my front door open and close and the voice I looked forward to hear, until today.

"Maddox?" Theo calls out and I swallow hard.

"I'm in here."

I waited for him to come inside as my heartbeat against my chest, as it has done since I first got home and sent Theo that message to meet me here but now that he was here, I felt empty.

Then I saw him, someone I thought could make me happy and make me forget about my past, someone so unexpected in my life but someone who was changing my view on the word I have hated since a child.

'Love.'

"H-Hey, I thought you said you were busy..." he said, coming further into the room, looking around nervously before his eyes land on mine, with a smile on his face.

I had to do it now, before I let this drag on any further and make the situation any worse than it had already gotten.

I should be used to this, I have done it so many times now I've lost count but Theo... I never thought I'd be doing this so soon into our relationship.

"There's no easy way to say this Theo," I start, gesturing for him to sit down but when he doesn't and just stares at me, confused, I bite down on my tongue hard.

"What's w-wrong?" he asks, stepping closer to me as I watch him, my chest tightening. "You're acting weird..."

I take a step back and look away from him before he gets any closer to touch me, feeling like the worst piece of shit in the world for the words that come out of my mouth next.

"I can't be with you anymore. I thought I could do this but it's just not working out for me," I force out, the pounding in my chest so loud I felt it in my ears.

The room falls silent. I look at Theo and see a lone tear fall down his cheek as he stared at me with wide, shocked eyes.

I forced a smile, despite feeling like I was breaking apart on the inside.

"The sex was good. Don't get me wrong."

As the words leave my mouth, I feel empty and emotionless. I have said these words more than once before but seeing the one person I love...

Seeing Theo cry breaks something in me,and in this moment, I have never felt this feeling before, the feeling of my heart breaking.

"I-I... I don't understand..." Theo snakingly whispered as I looked at him. "We were f-fine... I-I don't know w-what..?."

"I'm saying it's over. I can't date you anymore," I force out, interrupting him before I take back everything I've said up until now. "Look... just don't..." I swallow hard and rub my forehead, looking away from Theo.

I had to remind myself that I was doing him a favor, that this was for his benefit.

"Don't make this any more difficult than it already is."

I've hated myself many times before but right now, as Theo looked at me with tears streaming down his beautiful face, I had never hated myself so much until now, until the words I never wanted to say, come out of my mouth.

I really was the worst... but if it meant keeping Theo out of my shit, I had to do it, if it meant hurting him like this...

I'd do it again, just to know he's safe.

"I-If this is a-about sex..." he sobbed, stepping forward whilst rubbing his eyes. "I-I can t-try harder, j-just don't do this, M-Maddox."

Theo stood in front of me and grabbed hold of my hand tightly, his damp hand that he used to wipe his tears away, he felt so warm that I didn't even realize his hand was soaking wet as I stared down at him.

Even now, as I was breaking up with him, he thought it was something he did, it made me feel sick that I caused that reaction from him, when he did nothing wrong.

"Theo..."

"B-But I l-love you Maddox... please, please d-don't do this, p-please," he cried in front of me, as he came forward and pressed his forehead to my chest. "I-I'll be b-better, w-whatever it is, t-tell me... I-I'll do anything, so p-please don't leave me."

Fuck... Stop it, just stop talking.

I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like my whole world was crashing down on me just from listening to Theo cry, beg and plead with me.

I couldn't fall apart here, not in front of him, I knew the words that I practiced over and over in my head before he came here, I knew I had to say them, I knew that... but as I opened my mouth, the words just wouldn't come out.

I wanted to hug him. To kiss him.

To apologise and take everything back but… I couldn't do it.

I took a step back and moved Theo away from me with a hard push, making him stumble back as his red eyes filled with tears and his tear-soaked face looked back at me, looking exactly how I felt inside.

Broken.

"I'm saying I don't love you. It's over Theo."

Theo stood there his tears falling onto the hardwood floor beneath him as I watched the colour drain from his face as he blinked once, twice and then he finally nodded his head, his eyes lowering to the ground before he turned around and started walking back the way he came, towards the front door.

I slowly followed him to the front door and watched him freeze at the door, his hand around the handle, his whole body shaking as I stood and watched, my whole body, mind and soul screaming at me, telling me not to let this happen, to not let him leave.

A few seconds later, Theo opened the door and stepped out my apartment as the door slowly began to close behind him, without so much as a look back in my direction.

I held it in until now but as the door clicked shut, I couldn't hold what I was feeling inside in anymore, I wanted to tear this whole place apart and me along with it as I began to take out my frustration on anything and everything I was near.

I deserved this but Theo... I broke everything I touched, he didn't deserve this, he deserved better.

One hour earlier

The car filled with silence as Jordan parked my car outside the building, I knew Ross would be in, my head filled with all the ways that this could go.

"Is this the place?" he asked, as I nodded my head and looked at the motorbikes in front of the bar, 'gold tooth'.

"I got it from here, I'll call a cab back." I said, as I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door and got out.

"Wait, are you sure man, this place looks all kinds of sketchy," Jordan said, before I closed the door, his face frowned in concern.

There was no way Jordan or anyone else was coming in with me, this I had to do alone, this was my mess and nobody else's, I wasn't going to put any more people in danger because of me.

"Don't be a bitch, I'll see you later, jut do me the favour and clear my reschedule my day." I said, before closing the door shut.

I walked away from the car and put my hood up over the cap I was wearing and then started walking towards the bar entrance, where someone was coming out of, completely wasted with a cigarette in his mouth.

To this I'd be back here again, to this shithole... I never wanted to see the inside of these walls ever again, not after I finally got out of this life and this forsaken place.

Opening the door and heading inside the bar, I saw that nothing had changed, everything looked the same, even the smell didn't go away, the stench I had longed to forget about.

It didn't take me long to see Ross Kench sitting at a table, a beer jug in front of him with a lit-up cigarette in his hands as he watched what was currently on the shitty TV box that was on the wall.

I walked over to him and sat down in front of him, his head turned slowly and then he looked at me, like how he usually did, with a smile on his face, only this time I wasn't happy to see him, even after everything we've been through together.

"Maddox fucking Zane, in the flesh," he hollered out, banging his hand on the table, making the beer from his jug spill as he grinned at me.

"Now, I didn't think that pussy cousin of yours had the balls but... here you are, the legend himself," he grinned, as I clenched my jaw and tightened my fists in my pocket.

I pulled my hood down and then took of my cap as Ross held up his finger to the older woman behind the bar, ordering me a drink just like how he used to, whenever we came here as kids.

"Why am I here?" I didn't want to be here longer than necessary and I sure as shit wasn't going to drink with him, like we were old best buds.

He looked at me, his happy go lucky face turning cold in an instant as the older woman behind the bar came over and put a glass filled with whatever he was drinking, in front of me, as we glared at each other.

"You're here because I've been out for what, two weeks now and well... where's my fucking hello, for starters? My best friend the big shot," he laughed, before taking a swig of his drink.

"I didn't know you were out. It's been years Ross. We have nothing to say to each other," I said, as he leaned back and stared at me.

The air between us turned thick and heavy as we stared at each other, I was no longer that kid anymore, who took the shit from him anymore, if I wanted, I could get up and walk out but I came here with questions, questions I wanted before I left.

"Cut the shit, whatever you have on Aiden, forget it, what issue you have with me doesn't involve anyone else." I put simply, not looking away from him as I stared down at him.

"Hah..." he sighed, before he smiled. "Sorry... I just can't stop picturing you with another guy's dick in your mouth. I'm sorry for laughing, really... Man, I didn't believe it but seeing your face now..." he whistled. "You're nothing more than just a fucking faggot."

This fucker. If we weren't in such a public place, I'd fucking murder him with my bare hands.

"I got nothing against the gays bro, I got my fair share of bitches in prison but what really pisses me off... is that you didn't visit me, not once," he said shaking his head, a small knowing smile on his lips. "But then again... you fucked my girl, didn't you."

There it was.

I had my suspicions that he found out but from the look in his eye, he's known for a while or else we'd be throwing fists and smashing glass, trying to kill each other.

He's calm, too calm for my liking.

"Pixie was fair game. She wasn't your girl. You fucking used her."

"Everybody fucking used her but that's not the point, everyone also knew she was MINE," he snapped, his eyes hard and his tone rough as he put his cigarette out on his beer. "You were my best friend and you fucking let me to rot and you fucked my girl, now she's living a life with some fucking doctor, a life that should've been mine but you stole that from me."

Stole?

"Don't make me laugh," I snort, the chair scraping against the floorboards as I got up from the table. "I see prison didn't change you, you're still blaming your fucking mistakes on everyone instead of owning up to them," I chuckle as his face turns red and his eyes twitch as he clenches his fists on the table.

"That's... rich coming from you," he snarls, his jaw clenched.

I sigh and look at the time, thinking I could still meet Theo for our night together if I left now.

"I paid the price for my mistakes, I did something with my life, maybe it's time you fucking did something with yours." I glare at him, before turning around to leave.

"Your piece of ass..." he blurts loudly. "Theodore Banks... was it?"

I freeze and turn around to look at him.

"A smart programming student... handsome young lad too."

What the fuck is he playing at now?

"This is between us, if you have a fucking problem with me..."

"You took my life away from me, now I'm going to take yours away from you," he shrugs, as he moved back and stood up, going into his pocket for his wallet as he walks over to the woman behind the bar.

Everybody had left, it was only us now and the older woman, who kept her head down and avoided eye contact with us.

"It's fucking simple, Zane."

He turned and faced me, going into his pocket to grab his phone, he turns it on and turns it around to show me his screen.

I froze once I saw a photo of Theo, the picture looked new as I recognised the clothes he wore, the same clothes he had on the last time I saw him, a few days ago.

"I'll leave you alone, you'll never see me again. I'll even leave that fuckwit cousin of yours alone but... for one thing in return."

I clench my jaw and close my eyes to control myself from smashing his head against the bar, my anger was hanging on by a thread as the thinks he could just talk to me like this, without knowing what I could fully do to him.

"What makes you think I'll do anything you say? You've got nothing on me," I scoff, watching as his stoic face stretched as he smiled.

"Because you obviously care about this kid and the Maddox I knew... well he always just couldn't help trying to save everyone."

He laughed out and started walking, he brushed past me and pushed the door with his hand, then he looked back at me.

"Three hours... that's what I'll give you... starting... now," he said, looking down at his watch.

This fucking piece of shit, he's messing with me.

"What do you want from me, Kench?"

"In three hours, I got an interview with some big reporter, desperate for dirt on any asshole with a shiny reputation such as yours, three hours and I'll spill every little dark thing I know about you, from your whore of a mother, to you killing your old man... then I'll save the best for last. Little... bitty... Banks," he smirked, then started to laugh. "I don't want your fucking money. I want you to break that kid's fucking heart, so you can finally feel what I've been feeling all those years, locked away with nothing to think about but revenge, for what you did to me."

What was he saying?

"I don't have to listen to this shit, you've lost your fucking mind."

I shove past him and head outside but Ross follows me and grabs me roughly, making me turn around.

"Three hours and I spill the beans that Maddox Zane is a big fucking fag and to add spice, I'll throw in the photo of your boy, He won't be able to live a normal life when I'm threw with you. You get me now... Princess?"

His words hit me like a wave as he walked past me, slipping a piece of paper into my pocket before he walked away, got into a black car and then drove off, without uttering another word.

My world was spinning and I felt sick to my stomach as I thought about the damage that our relationship would have if Ross came out with not only the fact I was dating Theo but with his photo.

He'd never live a normal life again, he'd never survive being hounded, I could ruin more than his university life but also future job opportunities as his name will always be tied to mine, in the worst possible light.

I couldn't watch him go through that again, not when he finally started to look happy, make friends and experience a life without anyone to fuck with him.

Fuck Ross. I should just go to the fucking police station and have his ass thrown back in jail but even then, I knew that he'd only start singing to everyone from behind bars about my relationship with him.

I had to do what he said.

I had to end things with Theo, the only person I've ever loved...

There was no way around this, I had to protect Theo one last time, from me and from a life of misery, even if this breaks me, it'll be worth it, knowing that he'll have a normal, healthy and happy life...

Without me in it, to fuck it up... 

[humbertocavill]

Freshman Year Part I - 2021 version

It’s to be expected right? Heading off to college right after high school, with only what they instilled in us through 4 years of school, “The professors in college will not put up with any of it” and whatever nonsense they said to us about classes.

But what about the rest? The actual life in college, where were the warnings for that, and warnings for the people we’d come across, who abused, neglected, only to toss us aside when done with us.  

It’s to be expected right? Growing up and experiencing college in full. Everyone had the same idea, drink til you puke, hook up and fuck. I don’t think I ever wanted all of that. I’m not a prude, but I much rather live younger for longer. Besides, who likes hangovers and tore up assholes from anal sex? It hurts most of the time, unless you’re loose or loosen up. Some people are professionals, but not me.  

Each semester I can hardly wait to finish to move on to the next and to the next, trying to stay focused, whilst indulging in distractions. It’s almost October and I want to do well, I knew I am a genuinely good kid. I stay home each weekend to study, do my homework, finish my readings, imagine me on my desk with the classical music in the background.  

Anyway, back to the story. This summer I really didn’t follow the rules of my engagements, I dated a vapid moron named Hector. Are all Hectors this way, or just this one? (Sorry to all the Hectors). He’s decent-looking, likes to work out (while drinking? Odd right?) drives a BMW and took me out to dinner every other weekend, usually as apologies after yelling at me or calling me in the middle of the night crying telling me he loved me (which he never remembered) and I never understood why. I don’t think I ever gave him much of myself, but it’s all he took. He also called drunk, asking me to pick him up at wherever drunk party he was, which I couldn’t. I don’t have my own car, or license. But he never remembers.  

“Please. I’m scared to drive right now it’s so dark outside,” he slurred. “And I had too much to drink.” He burped.

“I am at home. And you already know I don’t have a car. Maybe you shouldn’t even be going out this late if you don’t have anyone to go get you.”

“Well. Can you stay on the phone with me while I drive? I’m so scared. I think someone is following me.” The paranoia was obvious, he was also high.

“Fine. Just put me on speaker so at least you don’t have to hold the phone. And wash your face with cold water.”

After weeks of nights like these I couldn’t take it any more, especially after showing up at my house asking to see me in the middle of the night, thankfully he never woke up anyone, and usually ended up at a neighbor’s house instead of mine, he was always too drunk to remember.  

Hector is the type of man to tell you he missed you but never really acted like it. He invited me to a friend’s birthday dinner, all he did the entire night was smoke, blow smoke my way, and text all night and ignore me the whole time. I grabbed his hand and he shoved it back to my lap. After he dropped me off I told him to never call me again, I was tired. And I didn’t want him around, but do they listen? No. Men like him never listen.  

Weeks went by, he never texted or called, I assumed he did sometimes in private but I always pressed ignore. He knew I didn’t want to talk to him. One Friday night, I got a call on a San Antonio number, and I answered thinking it was a school matter (at night? Why didn’t I know better?) but it was Hector, calling from a hospital in San Antonio. It was late, and I was playing video games. I didn’t know what he was saying, it was hard to understand him. He hung up instantly, he then calls my iPod FaceTime and I answer.

On my small iPod screen appears Hector, his eye swollen shut, lip completely busted and blood running from the side of his head. I couldn’t understand a thing, and his pain was so obvious it was hard to watch.  

“I ran a yellow light and a huge pick up truck t-boned me. I can hardly talk but I’ll text you. The doc is coming.”  

“Were you drunk?” I asked instantly. I could tell it upset him.  

“How can you ask me that no I wasn’t. I had gone to pick-up groceries and it all happened so fast. I gotta go. I miss you please answer me. I need someone with me.” I melted at his “I miss you.”  

I felt so sorry for him. I stayed on the phone with him the rest of the night until his medicine put him to sleep. He fractured his eye socket so he was admitted for the night, taken care of at least. Thinking of it, he isn’t so bad when he is sober. Which is really sad.  

A few weeks later he called to tell me he was home, and wanted to see me, so he was taking me out to his best friend’s birthday party and wanted me to be his date. I figured why not? He is sober, apologized for (nearly) everything. I took him up on it.  

I dressed with blue pants and a teal button shirt and some new Calvin Klein underwear some other guy bought me because he wanted to see me in them, which he mentioned turned him on.  

“I’ll pick you up in 10 minutes,” he said. He sounded calm, not too excited.  

My parents were out having dinner so I just told them I’d be back later. Like, way later.  

He pulled up in the new Honda Accord Coupe his parents bought for him since he wrecked his BMW.  

“Hi.” I said as I got into the car slowly.  

He grabbed my neck and kissed me aggressively and put his hand around my shoulder to bring me closer. Then he hugged me tightly.  

“Hi.” He replied. “I missed you so much.”  

“The stitches oh my god, did they heal? I’m sorry.” He laughed.  

“Yes they’re all healed.” His face looked back to normal, no swollen eye socket, his eyebrow healed up really nicely.  

We drove away and his phone rang as soon as we took off.  

“Hello….” His tone went back to the dark one I thought he put away, I guess it’s reserved to thoses who annoy him.  

“Okay mom. I got it. I won’t come home too late I know. I’m not gonna drink tonight. Okay! Stop talking to me like I’m in high school! I’m 22 years old! No! 11 p.m.? Are you insane? UGH. I don’t wanna have this conversation bye!”  

He was red and furious. I sat there quietly. “Why does she want you home so early?”  

“Cuz I just got this car today and she doesn’t want me to crash it.” He grabbed my hand tightly. It hurt.  

His phone rang again.  

“I told you I was going to Ruby’s party, it’s her birthday tonight. It’s at her house. I’ll call you later.” He threw the phone on the cup holder.  

“I guess she’s pretty mad about the accident.”  

He slammed on the brakes and I flew forward with the seatbelt tightening round my neck.  

“Shhh! Fuck! She could have heard you! I didn’t hang up the call!”  

“I’m sor-.” He slapped his hand across my face and clenched my jaw with his manicured hands. I could taste the cologne in his hand.

“I told you to shut the fuck up right now! God, don’t you listen!” His hand squeezed my cheeks and he shoved me against the door.  

I thought of getting out of the car at the traffic light but I just sat there staring out the window.  

“…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. My mom just presses my buttons and she doesn’t know you’re with me.”

He poked my ribs and I squirmed. I smiled at him, foolishly. “I understand.” Still shaken up, I held his hand and stared out the window.  

At the party, I met his friends and his friends’ family. Her mom was the nicest drunk lady I’d ever met and she asked me if I had any pot on me.  

“Oh darn. Kids nowadays are so good. Don’t tell your mother I asked you for that! I just have arthritis and the meds don’t do anything to me anymore.”  

I didn’t want to drink, but peer pressure pushed it. So I had one shot. Then another, and another, and another. I wasn’t drunk but I was somethin’.  

“I need to pee. Where’s the restroom?”  

“I’ll show you.” He grabbed my hand and led me inside to the guest bathroom in the first floor. He walked into the room with me. “I can’t go if you’re looking.”  

“I’ll turn around.” I peed what felt like a gallon.  

“Okay. I’m done.” I headed to the patio but he grabbed my hand.  

“Let’s go upstairs.” Half drunk, I felt loose and vulnerable. I could hardly walk up the stairs.

“What are we doing here?” He kissed me and grabbed my legs and sat me on the bathroom sink counter. “Don’t worry. Just shhh.”  

He grabbed my buckle and I was too weak to say no. I couldn’t resist. My pants were undone. And around my ankles.  

“Yellow underwear. My favorite color,” he said with a grin.  

“No no. Stop. I don’t want to.” He pulled his pants down revealing himself. It was a scary size.  

He flipped me over and I was bent over the counter. “Just relax. You’ll like this.”  

I could see his reflection as he buried his face between me. I squirmed and I giggled.  

“That tickles like crazy!” I felt goosebumps everywhere and my body was aching of shaking.  

“Okay now relax.” He tried to slide in.  

“Stop! No. I can’t and I don’t want to. Get away from me.” I pulled up my pants and washed my mouth.  

“Why not?”  

“I’m not having sex with you. Let alone in a bathroom. You hit me tonight and now you expect to fuck me. I’ll see you downstairs.”  

I checked myself in the kitchen mirror, dried off the sweat with a napkin as he walked down the stairs buttoning up.  

He kissed me again. “I’m sorry.”  

“It’s okay. Let’s just go have a drink,” I said. I sounded like an alcoholic, but in reality, I wasn’t drunk. I kept drinking but I was too mad for it to hit me.  

My Blackberry died and I couldn’t text my mom where I was. “Hey I really need to get home. It’s getting really late.”

“You should have told me earlier. I’m really drunk.” His eyes were so glossy, he kept a grip on my thigh, hurting me, like it’s how he wanted to assure me I wasn’t going anywhere. I kept looking around for help, no one saw.  

At 3:45am, I said “I need to go home now, if you don’t take me, I am walking home.”

He kisses my ear, “Ok let’s go now. So you can be all mine again.” I became repulsed, I thought I’d puke.  

He drove me home holding my hand, he was so sweaty, sticky, and smelling of tequila. He leaned in for a kiss and I kissed him back. I stepped out of the car.

“Hey, can I see you tomorrow?” He asked.

I held the door open, “I’ll be really lucky if I never have to see you again. Take care.” I walked in front of the car looking at him, he looked like he was about to cry. He stared forward, smiled at me, nodded, and drove away. I never saw him again.

#short fiction #poetry #writing

[deeplywornletters]

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#can someone please hold me whilst i cry my fucking eyes out #just hold me so tight and let me fall apart #only for a few moments #hold me so tight that a rib might break #and that the only thing i can feel is their heartbeat #and then they kiss my tears away #and stroke my hair whilst we lay there #not talking #just existing #lmao me? breaking down????? #nooooooo #thank you joey batey for creating love run the album #cause #holy fuck #perfect soundtrack for whatever the fuck this is

[brathalo]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

pairing: mystery men x fem!reader

genre: ANGST, so much angst (jkjk . . . or not 😳😳) to fluff, and it's also highly suggestive, so 16/17+ onwards please!

word count: 1.1k words

tw/cw: none i can think off, tell me if i'm wrong tho!

- ̗̀#% ❛❛ THE BRAT SPEAKS ❜❜ : i thought of this whilst having my exam yesterday, and came up with the plot instead of writing my 1k word essay. if this flops i will eat my chair 💺. leave a comment if you liked it, mwah & thank you! ♡♡♡

he's confused, seeing your pissed expression and trembling lips. who did this to you?, he wonders silently to himself, before making his way to cup your cheeks in his large hands.

"fuck off, you asshole." you snap without a hint of hesitation, slapping his hand away as if it was a pesky mosquito. of course, it didn't hurt himーbut the small sting felt like a peculiar icy stab entering his heart, leaving him breathless and very worried.

"baby,"

"don't baby me."

shit. you're really mad. lord, oh lordーwhatever did he do! forget your birthday? no that's in two months and five days. didn't take out the trash? he's always skipping that part of his chore, but didn't he fix the cabinets and windowsills two days ago? surely that would've have cancelled it out.

he thinks harder, and harder. there's something he's missing out, something he's not realising . . .

oh right. of course, of course, how could he have forgotten?

"i'm sorry for eating your last cream doughnut." he murmurs meekly, head bent low. "i'll buy you three fresh ones today, how bout' that yeah?" his head rises with a tint of hope, a little sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

now usually . . . usually; you'd forgive him right away, and maybe beam like a little impーgrinning with an evil and victorious delight. therefore, it can be concluded that it was indeed an unpleasant, or truthfully speakingーa distressing instant, to take a glance on your expression and realise that, no, you weren't at all laughing.

your shoulders shook as silent sobs spilled out of your lips, tears pearlescent on your crinkled eyes.

"baー",

"shut up, please."

you raise your hand to stop him and he closes his mouth, eyes boggling out of his head like a fish.

why are you crying? why are you that upset?

his heart was racing and his throat was choking up, mind struggling to find a reason as to why you're this mad at him. what sin did he unknowingly commit to make you weep like this?

"you need to tell me what's wrong, love." he answers timdly yet gently, hands itching to wrap you in his arms. "please? i don't know why you're this upset and it's killing me."

a short chuckle left your mouth, raw and insincere. "you don't know why I'm upset? why don't you ask your other girl to guess why i'm this upset yeah? maybe she could give you a good few reasons."

you spat out those words and threw a small pink paper bag at him, the cursive on it reading a familiar popular name. he was gaping, and his eyes widenedーarm reaching out to stop you.

"s-shit, you found my present?"

you whipped around with an incredulous look on your face. "you sure that's mine, or hers?" he seems even more confused now, and it's ticking you off more then ever. "stop your stupid act for the love of god, i can't believe you could actually do this tー"

"wait." his voice was firm and low, eyes deathly serious, sombre. "wait. what made you think this is for someone else?"

without saying another word, he opened the bag and took out a prettily woven braーholding the strap with one finger. "look, it's literally your favourite color, i don't see howー"

your chest heaves, signalling an indication that you were going to cut him off. "do you seriously think i'm that fucking daft ?" you breathe, pointing your finger at the offensive piece of material. "it's literally three sizes too small for me. and the thongー",

you take the bag and lifted a tiny piece of lace, stretching it between your fingers in front of his heated face. "it's fucking miniscule."

a long period of silence hung in the air, the two of you staring at each other, each of your hand holding a part of the lingerie set. your eyebrows gradually furrowed as you realised, your shameless boyfriend was shifting uncomfortably while his ears redden, obviously trying to camouflage something below.

"no, hold onー" he finally breaks the hush, putting down the little bag and opening the bra with both his hands. without any warning, or even giving you the chance to comprehend his actionsーyou watch as he fits the bra cups snugly on your own two breasts, preposterously squeezing your soft mounds with a zeroed in expression, eyebrows scrunched in absolute concentration.

your mouth fell open in a mixture of astonishment and indignation, fists balled up as you were ready to punch the living shit out of his stupid (and clueless) face for the goddamned audacity.

"w-WAHT ARE YOUー"

he squeezes again, rendering you speechless.

"but . . . but it fits though . . .", he murmurs a little disorientedly, bending down as if his HEARING your breasts being fondled by his large palms.

"fuck . . . hands off." you say finally, pushing his broad chest away with burning hot cheeks. he silently steps back as you pulled off your shirt and unhooked your bra underneath in one swift motion, taking the laced material from his hands.

you slipped the straps on your shoulders, placing each breast in it's designated cup before bringing your hands behind you in attempt to hook the bra.

"see? it's too small for me. it can'tー", you turn around, taking it from your shoulders, placing it back in the bag. "it can't fit me."

unable to hold back a smile, your wiped the dried reminiscence of your tears from your face, crossing your arms together. "hey, eyes up here dummy."

"a-ah, ah yeah, sorry, uhー" he fumbled with his words, glancing up to your face and to the bra again, an embarrassed and slightly dazed look on his expression. "so like, two sizes too small?"

"three!" you say firmly, struggling to contain a giggle from escaping your lips. "so . . . so you tried buying me a lingerie set and got one three sizes too small for me?"

he looks around awkwardly, biting his cheek.

"i-iーuh," he looks down, heart flustered at the flashback he had running through his head at that very moment.

"i may have probably just like, squeezed, likeーmy own chest to guess how big you were, a-and like, uhーyeah, probably . . .", he trails off, refusing to even face you at that point. you blink for a moment and simulataneously arrived to the conclusion in your head, half-hoping you were terribly, terribly wrong.

"so, you squeezed every cup at the store and guessed?"

"i squeezed every cup at the store and guessed, yeah."

there was a pause for a while, and the two of you just stared at each other all over again, him blushing and nervous, and youーwracked with a confusing sense of guilt and glee.

a cry left your lips as you entered in his arms, except this time it was just a pretty brew of your laughs and sobs. "i swear to god, whyー", you were a mess, weeping on his chest and cracking up at the same time, burrying your face even deeper underneath his chin.

"i-i thought you were c-cheating on me with someone else," you cried as he laughed, patting your back comfortingly and dotting your head with soft kisses. "like i'd everー" he scoffs, taking your cheeks between his digits to make you look up in his eyes. "i'm so sorry princess, i know i should have asked for your measurements but i kinda' wanted to keep it as a surprise, y'know?"

you shook your head, pecking him right beside his lip with tipped toes. "no, it's on meーi shouldn't have freaked out like that too baby," you hum, pressing your chest a little harder on his own with a cheeky sparkle in your eye. "you bought it yesterday, didn't you? we can still return it, no sweat!" you smile, but it turned into puzzlement as he shakes his head at your suggestion, taking something out of his pocket.

"maybe try this first? the material's super stretchy so it could probably fit y'know?" he prods, handing you the skimpy little thong.

"yeah, but it'll be really tight up my ass," you frown, nonetheless taking your shorts off, putting it on just for him.

he whispers softly underneath his breath, watching silently in complete attentiveness as you slipped in the lace, his eyes wandering all the way down to the intricate piece of cloth lining your thighs and crack of your ass almost a little too perfectly.

"heh, exactly."

TELL ME THIS IS NOT ATSUMU, denki, tanaka, suna rintaro, kuroo, hinata, YUUJI ITADORI, gojo 💢😭, choso (he would never eat your doughnut though), BOKUTO KOTARO and midoriya izuku

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[malfoysstilinski]

three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop. 

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more. 

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it! 

MASTERLIST

An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. 

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. 

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. 

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. 

His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can’t help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his pale skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Slytherin-green nails across his jaw and grab it lightly, twisting him so that he’s forced to look down at you. 

When Draco does, his silver pools darkening with lust and curiosity, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Draco’s bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly. 

He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours, but instead, feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. He twists to get more comfortable, his knees now either side of your body and his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch. 

“Fuck,” Draco mutters when you find the spot that he loves so much. 

Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Draco pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after. 

“Mhm,” you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. “I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Gryffindor’s arse, don’t you?”

Draco smirks and pulls away from you. “I suppose I do.”

You love when Draco gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his smart trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he’s pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Draco takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it. 

“My good little slut,” Draco hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth. “Knows exactly how to please me. Only one that can please me like this.”

You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Draco lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue.

“You take me so well,” Draco mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. “I suppose I deserve this, don’t I? Worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. Couldn’t think of a better celebration.” 

Draco’s self-confidence doesn’t turn you off but turns you on more. It’s not a common thing, but he’s clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name-- in more than one way. 

Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth with your hand. Draco makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he’s close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Draco breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet. 

As soon as you’re both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You’re slightly breathless as Draco bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, silver eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver.

“I’m going to eat you out now until I’m satisfied,” Draco warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand. “And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut.”

You whine now. It’s strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck. 

“Do you understand?” He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came. “And you remember the safe word, Y/N?”

“Slytherin,” you murmur back, watching him nod. 

Draco’s hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he’s on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Draco remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-coloured panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Draco mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet. “Who made you this wet, slut?”

He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You’re desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you. 

“You, Draco,” you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, silver eyes ablaze. “You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform.”

Draco smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it’s enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit. 

“Mm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do.”

Before you can speak, Draco leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky blond hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Draco moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub. 

He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Draco keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Draco’s grip tightens on them. 

He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Draco’s hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit. 

It feels like barely any time has gone by before you’re hissing his name. “Draco, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. 

“Come on then, slut,” Draco pulls away momentarily to hiss. “Cum on my tongue. I know you want to.”

It’s enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Draco licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs. 

You expect him to stop when you’ve come down from your high, so you’re surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair. 

“Draco, I c-can’t!” You cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over. 

“Of course you can,” Draco pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out. “Come on, my little slut. I know you can.”

You don’t feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you’re used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission. 

The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don’t even realise you were close to cumming until you’ve fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Draco, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Draco pull his hands away from you.

“D-Draco,” you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up. 

One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Draco’s eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices. 

“Good slut,” he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you. “I told you that you could, didn’t I?”

You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Draco allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him-- a mixture of the alcohol he’d been consuming before and now your own arousal. Draco kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again. 

You’re slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again. 

Draco continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty,” Draco mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly. 

“Draco!” You gasp loudly, feeling full. 

His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into the hilt. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder. 

You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Draco’s soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you’re off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You’ve made such a fucking mess.”

You moan and nod eagerly as Draco keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving lovebites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There’s something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed. 

Draco eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length. 

Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him. 

Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Draco grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You’re going to cum soon-- for the third time.

Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you’re fully sat on Draco’s cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you’re not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Draco has to crane his neck around. 

“H-Heyo, guysss,” Blaise slurs, “I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms.”

“The dorms are upstairs, Blaise, not outside the Common Room,” Draco rolls his eyes at his friend and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at Blaise whilst gripping Draco’s shoulders.

 What the hell is he playing at? 

Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Draco doesn’t stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn’t, but it turns you on way more to know that Blaise is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too. 

He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if Blaise was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Draco seemed to be shifting beneath you. 

“I know…” Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. “You did well today, Malfoy.”

“I know,” Draco huffs, driving into you slightly deeper.

Your eyes clench shut and you hope Blaise doesn’t find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him. 

“Did you see Potter’s face when you caught the Snitch?” Blaise snickers, “I’ll never forget.”

Draco, as if he can sense how much it’s turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you’re continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks. 

“Yeah, it was quite hilarious,” he agrees, “Zabini, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?”

You want to kill him but you also don’t at the same time. 

“Huh?” Blaise replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks. “Yeah. Think so. For… For Flitwick’s class.”

“Yeah, that’s Charms, idiot,” Draco spits with a roll of the eyes. “You’re absolutely plastered. Go to bed.”

Draco grips you tighter as Blaise starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you’re lost now. You’re on the verge of an orgasm and Draco can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers. 

You can’t believe you just came on Draco’s dick right in front of his best friend. 

“Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?” Blaise huffs, “I’m not a idiot.”

“I’m not laughing,” you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Draco continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing. 

“An,” you correct him with a soft grunt. 

“Hmm?” 

“‘An idiot’,” You say, “not ‘a idiot.’”

Blaise says something back but you can’t concentrate because suddenly Draco’s goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath. 

“Go to bed, Blaise,” Draco demands roughly, voice thicker than usual. 

Blaise is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times. 

“I can’t believe you fucked me through that,” you huff. “Or that you came inside me whilst I was talking to him.”

“You came whilst I was talking to him.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. 

“Mine,” Draco grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours. “Can’t say I regret it much though.”

You chuckle. “Me either.”

“Now on your knees,” Draco demands, “I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would.”

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[robincantfunction]

𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 ♪

pt.4

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james potter x reader

sirius black x reader (eventually)

summary: sirius was the one that had to pick up the prices. sirius was the one that had to hold her whilst she cried. and what was james doing? loving lily.

warnings: gif not mine. swearing, dickhead james, cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of nudity, sirius being in love with y/n, cute sirius 🤝 protective sirius, sad y/n.

a/n: sorry this was later than i’d have liked. this was one i decided to add after i wrote the masterlist cause i realised it just wouldn’t flow properly otherwise, originally the firs part of this was in the last chapter so it was a lot of editing and adding and rewriting. thank you for your patience.

walking through the gryffindor common room once again, she felt good. she’d end things with james and tell him that if he truly loved lily he should go for it. she wasn’t going to stop him from being happy, because neither of them were with how things were going. sirius was going up to his dorm, and when he saw that james wasn’t in the common room he told y/n to come up with him. something he wished he’d never done.

as he opened the door they saw james and lily in bed, both clearly naked, cuddled up under the covers. she was shocked, to say the least. he cheated on her? her first visible reaction was to squeak out a cry and let tears leave her eyes. sirius was quick to bring her into his arms, stroking her hair to try and calm her down ever so slightly. james being a light sleeper, woke up to her quiet cry, and instantly felt guilt wash over him. and although he was feeling guilty, he wasn’t feeling very sorry. he finally got the girl. “what the fuck, james?” sirius growled, waking up lily as well. “lily, can i talk to james for a minute please?” she nodded very quickly, rushing to grab whatever clothes she could find, which happened to be james quidditch jumper - consequently making her cry even more. he’d never let y/n wear it. once she’d left the room and james had put on trousers, she was a mess yelling at him.

“i came here to tell you that i understood we weren’t right. you loved lily, and i didn’t blame you for that, and that i gave you my blessing to go for her as soon as. that didn’t mean i wanted to walk in on you two having found out you cheated on me! if you didn’t love me, you could have told me! before leading me on, and hurting the fuck out of me. we haven’t even had sex, james! and yet you felt like it was all ok to fuck lily, whilst you were still with me?” he was shocked at her outburst, but responded none the less, regaining his composure quickly. “i’m sorry y/n. i- i wasn’t thinking. i should have spoken to you- i” he didn’t know what he could possibly say to make the situation any better. “if it’s not clear, we are done. i hate you. i never want you to speak to me again! because i was willing to have any part of you. the worst parts of you. and me? well i wasn’t even good enough.” she stormed off, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks. before she went to console her, sirius had to talk to james. “clearly our little chat last night didn’t sink in. she was crying last night, upset because she truly realised that you didn’t love her. and what were you doing? fucking lily! why can’t you see how bloody amazing she is?” he then proceeded to find and comfort y/n.

she knew he didn’t love her, but she never thought he’d cheat on her. and yet still, part of her wanted to kiss her off his lips. part of her wanted to run back in his arms. but she knew she couldn’t, because he wasn’t her’s anymore. now he was lily’s. and lily made him happier than she ever could.

-

sirius was beyond mad, how could james hurt someone like y/n? someone who always put other first. always put him first. she didn’t deserve the lack of love james gave her, she didn’t deserve the absence lily caused, she didn’t deserve any of it. but in his mind, she didn’t deserve him either. he felt like a burden. like a walking talking burden, someone you don’t want to put up with but do, not out of kindness or respect, but because you have to. because without that force of validation he’d have no one. not that that was true, because y/n saw past all of that. she saw past his family, the way he was raised, the broken parts of him. she didn’t see it so black and white. because she saw him as something that could be built back up, and in time, with the right care, he’d be even more beautiful. and even if some people saw the wreckage, the discarded pieces, as waste, she saw them as something precious. something fragile, but nevertheless, valuable. sirius liked that feeling, whether he thought he should be given the chance to feel it or not, he liked it. james couldn’t see that, he saw a pretty face. a distraction. but she was so much more than that.

for the rest of the day, sirius held her whilst she cried, whilst she went over everything that happened in her mind. she knew he wasn’t worth it anymore, even before she saw him in bed, with her. but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking what if he’s not? what if he’s worth it? what if he loves her? and even if she knew he loved lily, she just couldn’t help it.

“she’s the girl of his dreams. what am i? he told me i shouldn’t worry about her.” she mumbled between sobs, hating the effect he had on her. hating how much she was shedding tears over him. and as much as she wanted to hate him she couldn’t. “i miss him already. how sad is that?” she laughed humourlessly. “i feel like a villain that kept the protagonist from his damsel.” sirius shook his head and wiped the tears from her eyes. “your the girl that got unnecessarily pushed off to the side. when you should be in the spotlight. trust me, love, don’t let him fool you. you’re worth so much more than he made out.” he kissed her forehead.

in that moment, for the first time in weeks, she felt wanted. she appreciated sirius so much, he never made her feel alone. sirius would never let her feel alone. she meant too much to him for that. and he may not get to call her ‘mine’ he still had her in his life. and that was enough for him. she was enough for him.

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𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

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≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

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