#i just hope my teeth wont be too sensitive after having all the pressure from the braces taken off

[ittybittybumblebee]

IM GETTING MY BRACES OFF TOMORROW EEEEEEEEEEE :D

#YEEHAW #i just hope my teeth wont be too sensitive after having all the pressure from the braces taken off #im getting a permanant retainer wire on my bottom teeth tho. #and a removable one #BUT ILL BE ABLE TO EAT POPCORN AGAIN! AND CARMEL!!! AND GUM!! AND TOOTSIE ROLLS!! #ittybittytalks

[faeryloki]

𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 ♢ 𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ➸ 1.8k 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ➸ fratboy!peter parker x lighter skinned!reader ; “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ➸ SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI…. public(ish) sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, dry humping, fingering, teasing, wall sex, counter sex (if i missed anything, please let me know)

𝘢/𝘯 ➸ so i tried to be inclusive but this does deal with the reader having a lighter skin tone where hickeys can be shown :(( im sorry to all those who cant read this, 

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    the music was muffled, the thickness of the walls, which stopped the sounds of the party going on outside from filling the bathroom, surprising you as his lips moved up and down your neck, sucking lightly. you knew that it wouldn’t leave a mark, too engulfed in the feeling of peter’s lips trailing back up to yours, a small whimper sounding into his mouth as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

his lips pecked yours, repeating his past actions and connecting with your neck yet again, sucking harder, “hey, no marks, petey.” he chuckled against your shoulder, reluctantly pulling away before he spoke.

“hi,” he whispered, the tension in the room impalpable, the feeling of your panties sticking to you from under your dress making the position you were in uncomfortable. your legs wrapped around his waist, his very noticeable hard-on felt against your heat as his hands rested on your waist, holding you up against the wall.

you reached your head towards him, hoping your lips would meet his in a heated state of want. a whine escaping your lips as he pulled his head back slightly, smirking at your pouted lips.

“say ‘hi’ back, baby,” he said cockily, waiting for you to murmur the word he wanted but all he got in return was a shake of your head, “really? not gonna say hi back to your boyfriend?”

“hiya peetey,” you whispered, still in a pout as he smiled, pecking your lips. you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, wiggling in your spot and advertently grinding right onto his erection.

he dropped his head against your shoulder, pushing your hips against his, voice raspy as he spoke into your neck, “oh, baby, you know i could easily get off just doing this, grinding this wet little pussy against me, making myself feel good and leaving you all high and dry….well, high and wet.”

“no, peteyyy,” you whined, trying to stop his hands from moving your hips but ultimately failing against his strength.

he chuckled, “im joking, baby, you know i’d never do that to you, you get all cut when you’re needy but leaving you all dripping makes you a brat.”

your words caught in your throat, as he ground your hips into him, his mouth attached to your neck as his length caught on your clit, a moan escaping your throat as he continued his grinding, chuckling into your neck as the pathetic whines and moans that sounded in the hot bathroom.

“what baby? what do you want? gonna have to tell me or i wont do anything,” he teased, ending is words with a particularly hard grind causing moans to escape your lips. flashes of past events of his cock filling you up and making you cum so hard you were screaming, your eyelids heavy with lust as hes nipped at your neck, the same teeth he’s use to nip the inside of your thighs, working his way to your dripping core, thoughts of his tongue working your needy clit filling every inch in your mind.

you mumbled out a ‘please’, the feeling of his hard-on hitting your sensitive nub with every movement of his hips making your head filled with lust as he smirked into your neck.

“please what, baby? gonna need more than that,” he voiced, moving you from the wall and placing you onto the counter, kissing his way to your collar bone as his hands worked at your dress zipper, your body slumped against his.

pulling down your dress further, exposing your shoulders fully as he continued leave sloppy kisses on your skin, eyes darkening as he pulled away, holding your head in his hands and smashing his lips to yours. the kiss was heated, body ablaze with want as he pulled at your bottom lip, pulling away.

“please, petey, want you, please,” you whined, tugging at his shirt to pull it off, wanting to feel his skin against yours.

“oh, baby, i know,” he said in a mocking pouty voice, letting out a laugh when you whined, letting you pull off his shirt, “look so pretty all need, babe, love seeing those lips all pouty for me and my cock.”

his voice grew lower with every word, hands cupping your face as smirked, tracing your skin gently and moving down your arm, a ticklish feeling being left in the wake of his hands before he scrunched up the bottom of you dress, tracing the outline of the lace panties as he smiled to himself.

“d’you wear these for me, pretty girl?” he asked, admiring and tracing the small lace pattern that settled on your hip wrapping around your entire waist.

you nodded, dropping your head against his shoulder and sighing as he traced the thin crotch patch that was soaked. spreading your thighs apart further and standing in between them he slid the small material to the side, collecting your dripping arousal.

he kissed the top of your head, petting your hair as he circled your entrance, whimpers and whines escaping your lips as he pressed a finger in, “so wet, baby. you this wet for me? huh? you dripping all over the counter because of a little kissing?”

you whimpered against his shoulder, “fuck- yes petey, all for you, please- fuck- please petey.”

“huh, baby? couldnt hear you,” he mocked, hand playing with the top of your dress as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, palm applying the slightest pressure to your clit with every movement and flex of his long digit.

“please, petey, please- want more, please,” you moaned, gripping onto the hem of his pants as he added a second finger, whining when his thumb came up and rubbed small circles into your clit.

“like this, baby? wanna cum on my fingers?”

“fuck- yes- please peter- please,” you moaned, gripping onto his bare bicep as his fingers worked you faster, moans falling from your lips with every repetitive motion of his hand.

he smirked at your lust driven state, feeling your warm walls clench around his fingers as you drew close to your release, begging for him to make you cum as his fingers curled slightly to hit that pleasure filled spot.

“you do, baby?” he asked, a sarcastic tone lacing his words, “gonna soak my fingers? you gonna make a mess while anyone can walk by and hear those pretty moans coming from that pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

“yes- please, petey, wanna cum, please,” you whined, burying your head in his neck as you moaned, trying to muffle the sinful sounds that filled the room, “please, fuck- petey, please.”

every moan that left your lips only spurred him on, encouraging to make you moan so loud, even the fraternity tainted bathroom would seem like heaven, he wanted those sinful sounds to never stop.

his other hand snaked its way up to the back of your neck, pulling on the hair and bring your eyes to meet his, “then fucking cum.”

the waves of pleasure washed over you.  his fingers continued their pace, letting you ride out your orgasm. the once cold marble counter now warm and the air that smelt of beer and sweat now reeked of sex.

he didnt stop the pleasurable abuse on your cunt, continuing to pump as his thumb slowed but never stopped. the pleasure still settled at the pit of your stomach but never building, staying an annoying tension caused by your overstimulation that had you mewling into the crook of his shoulder.

“sorry, baby, gotta make sure this pretty pussy’s gonna be ready for my cock, wanna get you all nice and ready to take every. last. inch.” he pronounced each word with a hard pump of his fingers and a circle of your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

he pulled his hand away from you, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes rolling back and a moan escaping his throat at the taste, “fuck, baby, might just have to have a taste of you later.”

he tugged at his pants, pulling them down enough to reveal his boxers, the calvin klein logo which was printed onto the waist band of his pants. the black letter disappearing as he tugged his boxers down after, the fabric now scrunched with his jeans as he grabbed your hips pulling you to the edge of the counter,

he fisted his length pumping up and down collecting the droplets of precum that surfaced, using it as a form of lubricant as he tugged your lace panties to the side again, aligning himself and teasing your dripping lips.

“want this, baby?” he asked, inserting the head of his cock slowly before pulling out, repeating the same movements over and over, whines of want falling from your lips with every shallow thrust.

“yes- fuck- please, petey, want it so bad,” you grabbed his bicep, an involuntary moan sounding as he pushed further into you, his grunt of pleasure making his chest, where your head rested, vibrate. he slowly pumped in and out, going deeper and deeper with every movement of his hips.

your warm walls enveloped him, the feeling euphoric in his mind as he held back, hands griping your hips in a bruising pace, as his lips met back with the skin of your neck, sucking hard and muffling his moans as he sped up, taking note of the way your moans and whines grew louder when his teeth skimmed your collar bone, shivers running down your spine as goosebumps rose on your skin.

“fuck, sweetheart, squeezing my cock so much, feels so good,” his moans mixed with yours, the familiar tension building back up in your stomach as his hand came between you, toying with your clit as you clenched down around him.

“petey, fuck- youre so big, gonna cum, please,” you whined, eyes shutting as he brought his hand up to your throat.

“look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat, baby,” he groaned out, “but, i feel like i could make this cute little kitty cum harder”

pulling out and pressing your front up against the wall, he pushed back in with a groan. the new position had you gripping onto his forearm. the veins in his hand bulging as you felt his cock throb in you.

sucking and kissing your neck, his eyes shut, moans leaving his mouth as he rested his head against the back of yours. his hips snapping into you as pleaded, “please- fuck- please petey- tell me you’re close- please.”

“squeezing me so much, baby, how- fuck- how could i not be close?” he asked, smirking and chuckling, a groan interrupting him as his hips stuttered, “fuck, baby, come on, cum on my cock, make me cum with that pretty pussy.”

you let out a scream, nails digging into him as you let go. your walls pulsed around him as he filled you up. groaning into your neck as he sucked and kissed the exposed skin, smiling into you as he stayed there.

you whined, “p-petey, so full, love you so much.”

“i know, baby, i love you too,” he pulled out, turning you around and kissing you , hand reaching for a small towel on the shelf to the side of you. he pulled away, smiling as he faced the sink, turning the water on and letting his fingers be soaked by the falling water, waiting for its warmth.

you looked into the mirror, face dropping as you saw the hickeys that traced your neck, “peter fucking parker.”

he looked up at you, a smirk playing at his face as he looked at the dark bruises that were scattered across your skin, “yes, baby?”

“i said no marks,” you pouted, his chuckle sounding in the room as he soaked the rag, moving back in front of you and pressing the towel in between your thighs, wiping softly.

“I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

you let out a whimper as he nudged your sensitive clit, he grabbed your lace panties from the floor, kneeling and directing you feet to pull the panties up, patting you panties in place, the small and simple slaps making you feel the cum that started to slip out of you.

“so pretty, baby,” he complimented, fixing your dress and placing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulled the strap back up. he fixed his appearance, playing with his hair before you rolled your eyes, pulling his hand away and doing it for him.

“there, now you look just as handsome as before,” you giggled, pulling him to peck his lips as your knees wobbled a bit.

his hands rested at your waist, as he pulled you, “lets get back out there, baby, gotta keep up appearances, now dont we?”

he grabbed your hand, unlocking the door and leading you out back into the party, dancing slightly to the music he twirled you, your hips swaying to the beat as you giggled, lost in the moment of dancing with peter, the music no longer muffled and your eyes set on his.

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[peachyunjinnie]

❝SENSIVITY❞ kjw ― s.

― summary:

jungwoo finds out ways to point out how sensitive you are and plays with you for a bit to discover how much he actually likes it.

dom!jungwoo/sub!fem.reader | smut | 1.7k ↬ content warnings: licking, this whole fic is just teasing, creampie, orgasm denial, masturbation fem. receiving, biting.

a/n: there is nothing left to be added. @channiesmixtape​ get ur man.

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"Jungwoo! Give me 3 negative things about me.” I screamed through the dorm and hoped he could hear me although he is in the kitchen, doing god knows what. 

“HUH?!” He sounded confused and walked up into his room where he found me on his bed with my glasses on and my usual look I always had on a weekend at his dorm. Completely messy bun, way too huge hoodie and shorts to expose my legs a bit. My laptop on my thighs and my hands on the keyboards, thinking about 3 negative things I could have to say for this project.

“It’s for my friends school project because he has to make a description on every student of our class and he asked what are 3 negative things about me.” I have been thinking about how I could write this down for the last 15 minutes but I couldn’t tell you how much this question started to annoy me.

“bratty, impatient and hypersensitive.” he leaned down to look at me with his eyebrows and smirked at my offended expression. I opened my mouth in shock of his comments but soon after the realization that I could not comeback from that fact. 

“Okay, wait. I get that I am impatient. But I am not bratty or hypersensitive!” I grinned at him and waited for his answer, but there was no talking.

He simply put his hand on my open thighs and just let them rest there. I looked down at his face with an easy smile, signaling him that absolutely nothing was bothering me with that action. He then raised his lips eyebrow and stared at me, while he was slowly rising upwards. I felt my heart beating faster and harder.

"Are you still not sensitive?" He was still smiling at me with his hand now abruptly pushing up my crotch. I whined and pushed my body down to the bed, trying to catch my breath for a bit. I couldn't tell you how, but Jungwoo found his way to take off my shorts.

I couldn't give in, I could not show him how much this affected me in so many ways. I could not. But his fingers were stroking and pushing my lips apart softly. In the most teasing way possible he brushed over my clit and I held his wrists to maintain my breath.

"Put your hands above your head and do not move." He snapped at me the exact moment I slightly touched him. His big brown eyes were as hot and passionate as fire, having me in a kind of trance. He was looking at me and his features were as cold as a stone.

"Make me." I looked at his eyes getting darker and expressionless. I did not know what he was thinking about but it doesn't matter, whatever it may be I will not be very amused about it nor profit anything from it. He stared at me and suddenly had an idea in his head. He got to the drawer next to his bed, and seemed to plug in something. The sound of metal touching together was audible in the quietness.

"If you wont stop moving, I will make you." He took my hand in his grip and grabbed it to the end of the bed. The metallic sound were...handcuffs?

"Why do you have these?" I whined as he was yanking my wrists to the cuffs and closed them. He smiled at me a little more warmer now.

"Let it be my business, my bratty princess." His voice maybe dropped two or three octaves and had a more rougher sounds on his usual soft voice.

Jungwoo, has restricted any kind of movement that was possible. Except my legs. His hands pushing them apart and now properly taking off my panties. He was above me and licked his way all over my nakedness, his wet tongue tracing every single inch of my hot needs. His tongue finding its way to my neck and his teeth softly tugged at my  frailty. He moved on from the oral torture and his interest rose into something else.

The device he has plugged in, was getting to use now. The vibrator that he bought me as a valentine gift, just got more exciting to use. The light buzz of the device echoed in the silent room and he grunted at the sight of my bare nudity.

“You’re dripping, little cum slut. How cute.” The grunts he let out were playing around with my mind. The sounds that Jungwoo let out sometimes could get me over the edge. The soft and melodic groans and moans he lets out from time to time were the most hot thing I could have in my ears.

He pressed the hard and cold metal against my thighs and watched me through his brown and hungry eyes. My face getting a slight tint of pink, my eyes closed hardly and trying to chase down my relief. The moans escaped my mouth easily and fluently, not stopping my calls for him to not stop.

“It’s on 1 babygirl, should I go up to 9?” He chuckled at my current state of absolute desire and need. He kept his hand on the wand increased the setting on it. Higher to a now 3 and the pressure of the cold and hard metal pushing against my clit harder now. I felt my hands getting sweaty and my breath hitching, I couldn’t let myself go like that and show him the most vulnerable and sensitive side of me, but his hand caressing my breasts and neck in the most teasing way possible. I opened my eyes again and saw his strong eyes starring at my bare body with such a thirst in them. 

He found it very amusing to see me struggling like this with my eyes closed and eyebrows pushed together. My hands over my head, not being able to move anything except my heaving chest and shaking legs. He suddenly and out of nowhere pushed the previous 3 to a 7 now. I screamed loudly and pushed the vibrator away with my feet. I shook uncontrollably and unstoppable. He took the vibrator again and pressed it against my clit again, now harder and mercilessly. My eyes rolled back and my fingers buried themselves down the sheets. My head pushed itself down the mattress.

“If you move again I will fuck you with this baseball bat next to me. Do not make me cum slut.” He hissed next to my ear and pulled my hair to his face. 

“Jun-Jungwoo, please.” 

“Please what little brat?” 

“I n-need you in me.” I was able to whimper out and it seemed like he was waiting to hear that one sentence from me. He was waiting to hear these 5 little words. Hearing that he has stuffed my mouth with my panties 

He immediately took the vibrator away from my throbbing and aching core and took his jogging pants off to show me his red and veiny cock. He pushed my legs apart and pulled them over his shoulder and wrenched my hips, leaving a trail of blue and purple marks there. 

Jungwoo shoved himself inside me with no warning nor any sign of his sudden and slightly painful action. I cried out at his length being stroked in me. A broken groan loudly appeared from his opened mouth and he came down to my neck to softly wrap his sharp teeth on my delicate skin. The sound of the skin hardly clapping and the various grunts of his and mine were audible from the whole dorm. 

My legs started to twitch combined with my hands that were stuck to the metal above my head. He kept on going but noticed my shaking and the way far off lost expression on my face. My mind was gone and chasing the high that I absolutely needed. 

“F-faster, please D-daddy!” Moans of my longing and yearning condition took over my action and mind.

“Will you admit that you’re sensitive?” He asked and thrusted into me with such an unbelievably fast pace. My head was turning and my hands were trying to get off the restriction but with no luck. 

“Y-yes!” I finally gave in forgot about every comment and every look that he gave me. His hands on my legs now were creeping it’s way to my hips and kneaded them hardly.

“Yes, what?”  

“Yes, Da-daddy!” I screamed and he increased his movement into a even more rapid speed. My whole body was shaking in the rhythm of his jolts. I clenched around him and it resulted in his pushing himself completely in and the force pushed me over the edge as well as him. 

The loud ‘fuck’ came out of his mouth with his cock balls deep inside of me, gave me the feeling of incredible fulfillment. He stayed in me for a moment and let his sperm squirt. He needed a long moment to calm down from the needed high. He breathed in and out next to my ear and I could feel his heartbeat racing in his chest.

“What a sensitive girl you are.”

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[littlebitoffanfic]

Little Human - Part 3

Fandom: Original Relationship: Dran/reader (demon/reader) Request: Part 3 with a smutty dominating demon plzz Part 1 Part 2

 Lying in your bed, you tossed and turned but were unable to fall asleep. maybe it was because you had had a drink tonight, or maybe it was your frustration begging for your attention. A bad thing about having a monster boyfriend whos portal to his world was under your bed, it was harder for you… take care of yourself without him popping out. His visits were random, with no real pattern to them. Sometimes he would appear in the dead of night, and sometimes in the day. It was that randomness that made it difficult. Since the night with the robbers, you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to him physically. Your body began to crave his touch unlike anything else. But how to do you bring up the topic of sex with a demon? 

the idea embarrassed you immensely, so you ended up just keeping quiet, waiting for him. But now, in the darkness, you couldn’t stop your mind from wondering to him. Slipping your hand beneath your panties, you immediately felt a surge of pleasure as you gently started to rub your neglected clit. You were grateful that you were wearing a nightgown. Whining, you close your eyes in an attempt to pretend Dran was here with you. You wondered if he even knew the control he had over you now. You were his, completely and utterly devoted to this demon in a way you had never experienced. You loved how he could pick you up like you were a ragdoll. But that lead to more lustful thoughts of how he control your body. How he could dominate you. There was very little doubt in your mind that he would dominate you in the bedroom, and it gave you a rush of lust, but what sort of dominator would he be. Harsh and unforgiving? Playful and teasing? You could see it being a combination of both. The idea of being at his mercy was enough to make you moan as you pressed your clit a little hard. You spread your legs a little wider, your hips rocking slightly against your own touch. Maybe part of what made you so worked up to the point it could take you only minutes to reach a climax was the idea of him crawling out from your bed at any time. Could he hear you? Moaning a little louder, you threw caution to the wind as the weeks of aching and yearning for him became too much. It always did. Arching your back, you moaned as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “Don’t.” the voice that filled your ears made you jump, your eyes flying open. “Dran.” You gasp, about to scramble away as your cheeks burn red. He was at the end of your bed, crouching on the ground as if he had just crawled up from under your bed. but you suspected that he had been there for a while. He licked his lower lip, reaching out and pulling your covers off your body, leaving you in your nightgown and underwear. “Keep going. But you cant orgasm.” He smirked, his eyes winkling in the darkness with lust. you had to stifle a moan at the idea of trying to deny yourself. Especially under his gaze. spreading your legs, you knew that the wet fabric of your underwear was all he could see if you bent your knees, so you did so. As you started to rub your clit again, you felt him lean over and push the fabric of your night gown up your body to expose your underwear to him fully. A low rumbling groan came from his chest as he climbed onto your bed to hover above. “What do you want?” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear, making your hips buckle up as his hot breath hit your neck. “I want you to-“ You cut yourself off. All you had to say was ‘I want you’. that’s it. But Dran latched onto it. “You want me to… what?” he chuckled as your legs fell apart in hopes he might offer you a touch. It was killing you to have him so close like this. “I want you to dominate me.” You confess, eyes closed tight as your cheeks blazed with embarrassment. The low chuckle that left his chest made you whine. “Im glad our needs align.” He leans down and drags his tongue up your neck, making your tremble under him. Your toes curled as you felt your orgasm building again, but just as you were about to reach it, hands grabbed your wrist and you were pinned down with your hands either side of your head. You whined, your legs shaking as you felt the bliss slipping away. “Good girl.” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear once again. “Cruel.” You grumbled, but he simply chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea.” He pulled back, flashing his sharp teeth at you. “Tell me, how long has my human been left wanting?” You felt a small rush of lust at his question and, even though you were embarrassed, you answered. “Since the first night you kissed me.” You confess. You saw the excitement in his eyes as he realizes that you had wanted him from the start. “Do you trust me?” he purred, leaning down and kissing the skin where your shoulder met your neck. Gasping, you nearly forgot he had asked you a question until he looked up to you for an answer. “Trust a demon?” you clarified, but the smirk on your lips told him that you weren’t being serious. “Sounds dangerous.” “I guarantee I could make your fragile body shake with pleasure. After tonight, you’ll never be left wanting.” He nipped at your neck, making you tremble a little. “I trust you.” You breath, unsure what you were in for. Dran pulled back, sitting back on his knees. But as his hands lifted off yours, you found that there was still a weight holding your wrists down. Looking to the side at your right hand, you couldn’t see anything, but as you tried to wiggle your arms, you were still unable to move them. “Choose a colour.” Dran drew your attention away from your invisible binds. “Red.” You replied instantly. It was the first colour to come to your mind because of how bright his eyes were in the darkened room. “If you say that colour, I’ll release you. No questions, no pressure.” He told you, and you were taken aback. You didn’t expect this massive demon to know about safe words. The thought made you smile, because you truly did trust him, and any doubt you had had was gone when he was the one to introduce a safe word. before you could question him, he moved away from your face. He slid down your body, his hands only stopping to grope your chest quickly before descending to your needy core. He looped a clawed finger around your underwear and the ripping sound that filled the room told you they weren’t coming off the conventional way. He ripped them off with his claw, pulling them away from your skin and bundling them up in his hand. When Dran notices youre watching him closely, he reaches a hand up the centre of your body. The claw gently raises the neck of your nightgown off your body before he easily cuts through the fabric, bringing his hand back down. His claw was only millimetres from your skin, making easy work of the fabric. “My claws have cut flesh like ribbon. Yet you dont flinch?” He leans forward, eagerly awaiting your answer. “I trust you.” You breath, and the smile that dawns his lips makes you weak under him. “Good. You wont regret it, little human.” He then blows the fabric from your skin, leaving you fully exposed to him. His eyes rake over you as he sits back. His tongue darts over his lips as he bares his teeth slightly. Dran leaned forward, pressing his flat, wet tongue against your entrance, and licking up. You shuddered as he did it again, now earning a moan from you. His arms went under your legs, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you down, closer to him as he buried his face between your legs, now showing little mercy. a string of cusses left your lips as his tongue lapsed as your clit which was already overstimulated from earlier. looking down, you saw his red eyes were on you, drinking your reacting to his touch. The sight made you freeze, and he didn’t like that. he nipped at your clit, making you jump but he quickly made up for it was his tongue. He abused your sensitive bud until you were writhing. And, as before, he denied you. He pulled back just as you were close, leaving you a panting mess was you whined. “you’re cruel.” You glared at him as he raise back to his knees his tongue licking his sharp teeth and lips. “I’ll let you cum. But only on my cock.” He chuckled, his words making your breath catch in you throat. But as he sat back, you noticed something. Your eyes darted down to his hips, where there was normally only fur. But you could see something protruding with red veins. His cock seemed to be beneath a sheath that protected it.  you saw the tip now pointing out of the fur. You wanted nothing more than to reach down and encourage him out, but your hands were still bound. You let out a moan which caused his cock to twitch and grow. Dran wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his cock until it was fully erect. He chuckled when he saw you were watching him. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you looked away. As if you weren’t spread across your bed naked in front of him. Dran moved to hover above you, a hand either side of your head as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. You whined at the contact, grinding against him. One of his hands came down to line himself up with your entrance. As he pushed into you, your whole world felt like it had disappeared, leaving only you and Dran. Dran let out a low growl as he thrusted in as far as he could, now completely inside you. He gave a few small thrusts, allowing you a moment between each to get used to him before he let out a low snarl, starting a pace that nearly made you lose your mind. His hips snapped against you with quick thrusts. His face fell into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent which was laced with lust. Drans lips pulled back to bare his teeth as a growl left his throat. You moaned, his name falling from your lips. The way he moved was more pleasurable than anything else you had felt in your life. He had set a pace which was enough to drive you to orgasm right here and now, but something told you that he wasn’t planning that just yet. You wrap your legs around his torso. Because of his size, you were unable to hook your feet together around his back, but you didn’t care as the new position offered a new spot for him to hit that made you cry out. You wanted as much as him as you could, desperate for any form of contact he could offered. You twisted in your binds, but never said you wanted them released or showed that you were uncomfortable in your face or body. Suddenly, the binds were lifted and you could move your hands. He had noticed. You wasted no time in the reaching for him, desperate for touch. Your fingers found his shoulders, the fur soft to touch. Of course, you had touched him before, but now was different. with him over you, fucking you into your bed, you still wanted more of him. You wanted every sense to be only concentrating on him, you wanted him to be the only thing in the world you could concentrate on. He slipped an arm under you and lifted you up onto his lap as he sat back on his knees. You might have thought it would give you some control of the speed, but he thrusted up into you, still in full control. You clung to him, moaning and panting his name as snarls left his throat. With ever animalistic noise, you felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Your right hand leaves his shoulder and moved up to his cheek for a moment, before proceeding further north. Your fingers ran up his fur to his horns. The second your touch grazed the base of the horns, a growl broke past Drans lips and he bared his teeth. Yet his eyes were squeezed shut, and if he had wanted you to stop, he would have at least looked at you. Deciding to test his further, you wrapped your hand around the horn, using it as a stabiliser just as your other hand stayed on his shoulder. Dran snarled, his fingers digging into your sides as he fucked you. Your whine turned into a moan just as his eyes opened. the fiery red in the black fur was almost hypnotising as he stared at you. your eyes fell to the sharp teeth in his mouth. They could easily rip you apart, as could the claws on your side. He was a demon, you knew what he was capable of, and yet he was able to control himself enough to keep you safe but close enough to the animalistic side of him as possible. The side that was fucking you to near insanity. “Dran.” You moaned, trying your hardest not to look away from him, despite the fact your eyes were about rolling back into your head. The chuckle that left his lips was intoxicating as he admired what a pretty mess you were. But he wasn’t finished yet. “Such a submissive little thing.” His voice was deep, and he growled the word ‘submissive’. All you could do was nod as you felt your orgasm approaching, and his words weren’t helping. “Lets see how good you really are.” He chuckled as you threw your fingers pulled on his fur and his horn. This had never been something he would have thought he wanted. And yet now, that he had you on his lap, clinging to him like this, he found the feeling far more pleasurable than he could ever imagined. It had driven him to his edge, and Dran could see your body shaking. “Dran, im so clo-“ You began, as if hearing his thoughts but he cut you off. “Not yet, little one.” He growled. “When I say.” You mewled but you weren’t sure if you could deny yourself anymore. The torment of earlier, the pleasure you were feeling now and the growls that were leaving his lips were far too much to bare. Your knuckles were going white as you tried to find something else to think about to stave off your orgasm. But as you glanced around the room for the first time since he had came, you found it was filled with thick black smoke that stopped a foot away from the bed. Everything was about him. all your senses were focused on the demon as he fucked you mercilessly. “Please?” You whined, and when he didn’t answer you found yourself repeating ‘please’ and ‘Dran’ between moans. You somehow ended up with both your arms wrapped around his neck. It was too much for the demon, who finally smirked. “Now.” He growled, his trusts becoming faster and yet more sloppy. Dran had barely finished the word as you came, hard. Your walls clamped down on his cock as your body shook with the pleasure that shot through your veins. You barely registered Drans snarl as your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears. Dran gave one final thrust up and he came, your walls milking him as he found himself so lost in the pleasure that his claws broke the skin on your hips slightly. Not that you minded as the pain seemed to mix so perfectly with your own pleasure. You collapsed against Dran, panting and spent. The first thing outside of his own pleasure that Dran noticed was the smell of blood as it drifted to his nostrils. His claws and hands were withdrawn from your side at rapid pace. You opened your eyes, unsure why he had pulled away from you like you had electrocuted him. But this wasn’t any normal kind of relationship, so maybe he just didn’t like to be touched after. But when you glanced to him, you saw he hadn’t moved a muscle. The fog around the room seemed to freeze, no longer moving slowly in small circles. This concerned you as you frowned a little. “Dran?” You crawled back to him. it was strange, seeing the massive demon who had dominated you not 5 minutes ago who was now timid. “I…” He cut himself off and you saw he was staring down at his hands. When your saw the small specks of red on the tips of his claws, you looked down to your right hip, which had 4 cuts. Not big ones, and you hadn’t even noticed them if he hadn’t said. The blood had already stopped but was smeared a little. Glancing to your left, you saw the same. In fact, you could remember the pain, but it had been so mixed with the pleasure that you had found it pleasurable. you place your hands on top of his open palms. His head snapped to your own, either from confusion or surprise, you didn’t know. “You know, I kinda liked it.” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders. Dran stared at you for a moment, before his own smirk spread over his lips and a deep chuckle left his throat. His fingers closed around your hands. “But, if you want to make it up to me, you could stay here tonight. Sleep beside me?” You asked, hoping he would take your offer. You just wanted to cuddle up into his fur and drift off in the comfort of his arms. “If that is all, then I shall.” Dran nodded. Pulling him towards the head of the bed, you crawled underneath the covers. Dran joined you, but the covered weren’t going to fit over you both so he only pulled them up so he could wrap an arm under your neck and pull you against his chest. Besides, he didn’t sleep with covers, or in beds, but that wasn’t a discussion he wanted to have. In fact, he didn’t even want to talk at all. And you were far too tired to challenge that. Cuddling against his chest, your fingers ran though his fur while his other hand seemed to hesitate before being placed on your hip lightly. When he saw no adverse reaction, he allowed the full weight of his hand to lay there. The fog remained as a thin layer on the ground. You thought it was just something that came with him, but Dran used the fog as a way to detect approaching danger. It was a part of him, as much as his horns. As you dozed off, Dran found himself pulling you closer. It wasn’t meant to be like this. He was meant to find a mate and return with them. And yet, he wanted you to be happy. He was sure his siblings would call him weak in a mocking tone, but they wouldn’t push him. If you are remaining in the human world kept you happy, he was content as long as you were safe. However, he might be able to tempt you down to his world for a little bit. If only you could see what awaits you.

#demon #demon x reader #dran #dran x reader #Monster #monster love #monster boyfriend

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Liar, Liar

Ethan x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff - you have been warned!

words: 2.346

summary:  Ethan wants to cuddle but wont admit it. (hope this is at least kind of what you had in mind, anon <3)

[gif creds to @punishmedolans ]

     Ethan is…tall. Well, objectively he isn’t even that tall, 5’11 is quite the average for guys. However, compared to your smaller size he is tall. And on top of that, Ethan is also pretty big, just in terms of his broad shoulders and his ridiculous build. Even if it weren’t for your smaller frame, there is just no way Ethan would ever be considered ‘small’. Not that this has anything to do with the matter at hand, but in your experience it’s kind of connected anyways.

See, guys like Ethan are usually the big spoon in pretty much every regard. Their girlfriends curl up on their laps, demand cuddles, and use them as blankets and humanoid heaters and such…and you do the same, of course. But, at least in your experience, big guys like Ethan – as much as they do cuddle their girlfriends - are not really used to being cuddled. Like, in general. And, looking at your past experiences, usually it’s these same big guys who absolutely adore being cuddled, practically melting when you do little things like carding your fingers through their hair or rub their shoulders for a second.

Hilariously enough, none of them would ever admit how much they like cuddling. Ethan will keep on grumbling about how he doesn’t have time for this “mushy girl stuff”, and later claim you were just doing it so he would give you cuddles back (this repayment is never demanded by you, curiously, and usually comes at a time when you really don’t have time for payback-cuddles, like when you’re leaving for work or have to study). Still, next time you’re watching a movie Ethan drapes himself all over the couch like a big, annoying cat, and butts his head into your thigh repeatedly, complaining about how uncomfortable the couch is until you give in, pull his head into your lap, and bury your fingers in his hair.  The ensuing grumbling is so low and near inaudible, that it sounds like he’s actually purring.

By the end of the movie, Ethan has fallen asleep and you sit through all of the credits just to seize the chance and pet him as much as you like. His curls feel silky when you card your fingers through it, and he always makes this humming noise in the back of his throat when you scratch your nails lightly over his scalp. You’re pretty sure he’s at least halfway awake since you can see his eyelashes fluttering a little too much, but if he’s willing to play asleep and let you pet and cuddle him, you’re all for it. You stroke over his unruly eyebrows, straightening them in the process, and trace the slope of his nose. When you rub your index finger softly over the hinge of his jaw and stroke over his jawline to his chin, there’s a light scratching noise and you can feel his stubble tickling the tip of your finger.

The credits are almost done by now and you really have to use the bathroom, so you uncurl your hand from his hair and – before you can lift his head from your lap, Ethan makes a sniffing noise and rolls from his back to his side, effectively burying his face in your stomach. And keeping you from getting up. If this isn’t the human equivalent to a cat butting your hand in demand of being pet, you don’t know what is.

You don’t even try to suppress the chuckle as you look down at his head buried firmly in your lap, almost positive that Ethan is very much awake right now. Still, you cave and start stroking his hair once again, your other hand coming to lie on his shoulder and rubbing small circles into it. There’s a content sigh against your stomach and you’re almost sure you can feel an accomplished smile spreading over his hidden face.

“Ethan”, you say softly – you don’t know why. You’re one hundred percent certain he’s awake by now, there’s no need to wake him gently.

He doesn’t respond. If anything he curls up against you even further and you can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, even as you roll your eyes. How can a grown ass man be this adorable?

“C’mon you big baby, we can cuddle more in bed”, you try to coax him into admitting he’s awake and finally let you go to the bathroom. Pressing his face into your lower stomach isn’t really helping your situation either.

Ethan makes a huffing sound and finally rolls back onto his back to blink up at you in fake-sleepiness. He even has the audacity to rub over his eyes and yawn, but you can see clearly that he’s been awake for a while now. If he even fell asleep in the first place. His eyes get really puffy whenever he sleeps, making it hard for him to open them the first few minutes after he’s woken up. Right now they’re all clear and big, and you would call him out on it but he’s making such huge doe-eyes up at you, that you’re pretty sure something inside of you just melted and turned into literal cotton candy.

“You wanna go to bed?”, he asks like he didn’t just hear you say the exact words. You know, like a liar.

“Yeah”, you reply with a snort and roll your eyes but you really gotta go to the bathroom now, so you gently lift his head up and get up. Your fingers tousle his hair one last time when you lay his head back down onto the couch, and he frowns and grumbles in protest, but when you look back over your shoulder, Ethan has his eyes half closed again, a content half-smile playing on his lips and his entire body draped boneless over the couch. A contently purring cat. That’s what he looks like.

             oooo

             Ethan usually goes to bed later than you, and so you generally fall asleep on your own, only to wake up in the middle of the night to find him pressed against your back, far too hot to be comfortable anymore. Tonight you’ve barely switched off the light and stored away your book, when the door creaks open, bare feet pad over the floor, and the bed dips as he crawls under the covers behind you. For a minute there’s the cool light from his phone dimly illuminating the room, then he puts it away and two long arms are slung around you from behind, pulling you in until your back is pressed against his chest.

You can feel him nosing the back of your head and there’s a pair of lips that presses a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. His familiar scent settles around you like another blanket, and the coarse hairs on his legs tickle against your calves. As much as you love the feeling of his body curving around you, holding you, he kind of is a human space heater.

“You awake?”, Ethan asks surprised, when you take the arm that’s draped over your middle and try and worm out under it.

“Yeah. You’re hot, Ethan”, you complain, when he doesn’t help you get away from him. You can feel yourself starting to sweat already and you hate being sweaty in bed. That’s the whole reason why you showered before, after all, and Ethan is ruining all your preparation.

He laughs, and suddenly his arm is back and he’s squeezing you close to him. “I know. But thank you.” He buries his face in your hair and you can feel his teeth nipping teasingly at your nape, his hands trailing down your sides, getting ready to tickle you. You grab his hands and struggle to get out of his grip, but he doesn’t let you. He simply pushes his leg between yours and traps one of your legs, so the other one is flailing uselessly around as he laughs against your skin.

“Nooo, Ethan!”, you whine, his breath tickling your neck and making you laugh against your will, but at least he doesn’t tickle you. Yet. “You’re too hot, gimme space!”

“Nope, no space for you”, he growls playfully into your hair and tenses up the muscles in his arms, so you can feel them bulging against you, even though he doesn’t up the pressure around you. Just lets you feel the pure strength wrapped around your body. “You went all cutesy-cuddly on my ass before, now you get the same.”

“Like that’s some sort of punishment?”, you exclaim indignantly and try to turn around in his arms to face him. “You love it, you just won’t admit it.”

“Oh, please”, Ethan snorts but lets you face him. His cheeks are slightly pink and his eyes are glinting mischievously at you in the dark. “You just keep telling yourself that.”

Even as he speaks, you can feel his hands spread out over your back and his thumbs circle slowly over your skin. Maybe he’s doing it on purpose, maybe he isn’t even aware of what he’s doing, but Ethan not being a cuddler literally couldn’t be any further from the truth.

“Such a liar”, you say incredulously and worm your hands up between the cage of his arms, until you can reach his head and bury your fingers in his hair. His eyes flutter shut the instant you start massaging his scalp and his mouth drops open in a silent sigh. Victorious, you smile and lean forward to steal a kiss from his lips, smirking when his eyes snap open again. “And a bad one, too”, you whisper teasingly against his mouth.

He tries to protest immediately but you quickly kiss him again before he can get one word out. You dig your fingers into his hair and scratch lightly over his scalp, and this time he groans audibly into your mouth and his arms around you tighten again.

“You’re not playing fair”, Ethan mumbles into the barely-there space between you, when you let up from his mouth to paint soft kisses along his jaw, and nose his jugular. His words are slurred and he is tilting his head upwards to grant you more room, already.

“Oh, are there rules now?”, you question into the dip between his collarbones, where his skin is particularly thin and sensitive. You slide your hands down to his nape to play with the soft hair there and gently dig into the hard chords of muscle. You can feel him actually shuddering under your hands and his thigh between yours tenses up as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Well…” He trails off for a second and pushes back against your hands to keep up your fingers’ pressure on his skin. The appreciative hum that vibrates through his chest is too low to hear, but you can feel it against your lips. It takes a minute before he clears his throat and makes another attempt at speaking: “if there are, you’re definitely not playing by them.”

“So you want me to stop?”, you ask him slyly and tip your head back to watch his face. He isn’t looking at you, his eyes are shut and there’s such a blissed-out look on his face, you would laugh if it didn’t make you want to kiss him so much. Before he can think of a smart answer, you wrap the leg he’s not pinning down around his hip, pull yourself closer, and press your mouth to the hinge of his jaw. His hands twitch on your hips, reflexively pulling you even closer.

His mumbled “yess” is almost inaudible and you can only hear it because your ear is right next to his mouth. You hover for a second, then you unwrap your leg from around him, pull back your hands from his shoulders, and turn around in his arms until you’ve got your back turned to him again. “Okay then.”

It takes him a moment until – “hey!”

You can’t help the chuckle at the pure indignation in his voice, but you don’t turn back around. Instead, you let Ethan hook his chin over your shoulder and he wraps all his limbs around you, completely casing you in. You’re still warm, but you don’t care anymore.

“You’re also mean”, he whines and rubs his stubbly cheek against yours.

“You wanted me to stop”, you insist laughing and try to push his face away but he won’t budge.

“You know I didn’t”, he grumbles against your shoulder.

You get a hold of his arms that are still wrapped around you, and squeeze them lightly as you curve your back ever so slightly to push back into his embrace. “So you do like cuddling, then?”

“That was more making out than cuddling”, he evades as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, making goosebumps arise all over your back. “Never said I didn’t like making out…”

“You’re ridiculous”, you snort and shake your head. He doesn’t reply, just hums into your shoulder and keeps cuddling you defiantly.

           oooo 

           Later that night, when he has rolled away from you because it actually does get too hot when you’re plastered together like that, you wake up from the lack of warmth and Ethan has turned his back to you. Sleepily you scoot closer to him and press your cold nose against his back as you curl around him. He grunts irritated in his sleep and reaches back to you. For a second you think he’s trying to push you away. Then he finds your wrist and pulls your arm around his middle, holding your hand in his and placing it on his chest, effectively pulling you flush to his back.

“’Don’t like cuddling’ my ass”, you mumble into the dark, the adoration you feel for this ridiculous boy rushing through you and to your tingling fingertips. You lean your cheek against his back and soak up the warmth he’s radiating constantly. “If you wore any pants in bed, they would definitely be on fire.”

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#Liar liar #Dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #ethan dolan x reader #cuddling #dolan twins fanfic #my fic

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Good Morning

Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul Pairings: Amon/Sasaki Notes: Read on AO3, too!!! It was lovely amoneki verses by @verrottweil that inspired me to write and dedicate this to them, so I just had to start my first tgre fic featuring morning bliss, morning fluff, mild morning smut, body worship, and an annoyed Quinx squad. I hope you enjoy and please forgive me for unnecessary spiritual references to Amon and Sasaki worshiping each other. Ok, I admit it. I'm trash for Amon and Kaneki having some religious kinks in actions and thoughts together  

Life was far from perfect, an undeniable truth like Sasaki misplacing his round framed glasses now and then, but even so he certainly didn't mind turning a blind eye to fact this morning. It was a more or less a habit, after passionate nights and secret days, both of them had fallen into a rhythm. Snug in a warm bed with Amon, his boyfriend whom was set and ready to go offer his bare body their entire attention, Sasaki soon found his reality smoothly sailing towards paradise.

As to their morning rituals requiring doses of pure affection along with attachment, unsurprisingly so, Amon loved to initiate, such as now he traced the contours of Sasaki's back with his lips. From west to east and north–on purpose in regards to passion–Amon had set out on pilgrimage to every region unkissed, save for the south where rinkaku ghouls were wont to arch and whimper. All incapable of acting indifferent to their waist-situated kakuhou, which provoked a rare, unapologetic Amon to take advantage of more often than not.

Lust, naturally, may well be one of the prime urges in his ministrations, but Amon's devotion outshone it even so. Whispered, archaic lines of Latin flowed out his mouth, spread out evenly between soft kisses, adoring. Human intimacy brought about an unstartled but stirred mind. A pair of eyebrows drew together, muscles tensed then relaxed, now familiar with slow, sweet movements sensed below.

With affection showered along his shoulders now, Sasaki deeply exhaled through his nose, the corners of his mouth lifted the while. Stolen moments with Amon like so reminded him of what he may adore more than sleep. Yawning, humming, he then rolled his body over to face Amon, untangling their legs in the process. His fluttering grey eyes greeted teal with an intimate hello before they fused.

It only took seconds and yet it seemed time stood still for them. It was similar to the moment the sun and moon–only during an eclipse–could deeply kiss another, similar to the ephemeral birth of steam between fire and water. Their own human affinity; however, hopefully, was never to be as fleeting as nature.

Soon, sensual and seductive corners of Amon's mouth held Sasaki in a deep trance, compelling him to entrust his heart, soul, mind, and mouth. He did so at once and drew his head closer, welcoming those lush lips to greet his again and again in closed, chaste care; however, he reveled more in the new direction those lips took in location and execution.

Go easy on me, Koutarou.

Amon made his move and stroked one smooth side of Sasaki's hips, his gaze marveling at hard, aesthetic lines as he pleased till his hands maneuvered his lover on their back again. Trusting Amon as always, Sasaki watched his man above him, his nose wrinkling as Amon dipped down and embraced it with his own one, freeing a laugh shared between them, too. Given the end result–Amon's dimples–a dead sexy sight to behold–it demonstrated why Sasaki let the tips of his own thumbs touch those cheeks, tracing soon after, smitten.

They really are your best features.

Although he was a well known investigator not to be underestimated Sasaki, shortly, squeezed his eyes shut, close to tears over his feelings for the very man straddling him. Amon, single-minded in his pursuit of pleasuring him, was too much. Though, Sasaki had no inclination to return him; as a result, he took it in pride that he was the most hated man at CCG even if the reason differed this time.

Almost breathless, Sasaki still granted Amon more access to his neck, delighted with warm breath fanning over his sensitive skin adorned by a cross necklace, a feeling never getting old. His black lashes shuttered his gaze while his hands were splayed across broad shoulders, then his fingers and thumbs reached down to well muscled, exposed skin of Amon's back, fondling, because they belonged there. How envious some were for Sasaki to claim this all for himself, but Amon, too, claimed him in return so neither of them had any plans to let each other go.

Hell no.  

In the end, Sasaki came to accept the contempt some colleagues–especially women–reserved for him with open arms. It had been hypothesized, sometime at CCG, whether if Amon Koutarou could translate his untapped passion for work to the bedroom. The consensus had been varied. It sounded too good to be true, but it was true nonetheless.

(Just ask Sasaki for confirmation and witness how fast he flushed)

Complaints, in forms of curses and grumbling, coming through a floor below his room signaled one thing. The children were awake; the children were hungry; however, Maman et Papa didn't seemed too disposed to care. Granted, both of them paused and reflected briefly, offering their sincere condolences to four peckish stomachs, but once their eyes met and meld anew, the world fell away from them.

(As fully fledged teenagers of the 21st century, surely those four knew the true nature of early worship behind closed doors. At the Chateau, every so often, their ears must have picked up their superior struggling to silence his high praises)

Sasaki's thoughts however–whichever ones remained coherent–were dead to them all, My dear, beloved brats. And of course, the more his lover blessed kisses across his chest here and there, the more his mind was pitiless. You all know the drill when Koutarou stays over. He purred a name then, appreciating a smirk he caught on Amon's mouth instead of questioning it.

His inaction cost him dearly; and even though no bites were marked along the sides of his hips nor across his stomach, heated, wet traces from a tongue were lashed on every stretch of skin Amon searched for low past his chest, especially the sensitive spots between mabdominals. Sasaki gripped the sheets of the bed, panting, a flush crept high on his cheeks the while.

"Koutarou," he gasped, "Koutaraou," as though a faint prayer, "Koutarou," possibly aware of the spiritual yet naughty association Amon would make, possibly praying for Amon to remark something like a pillar of rock demanding his utmost attention.

Amon was indeed getting closer, swaying his lover to bend their legs and spread their thighs wide as an offering. He accepted and bent his head down, like a saint, only a particular kind made to work behind the scenes and on their knees.

Show me some mercy, Koutarou.

Fortunately not, Sasaki's plea went unheard: Amon was no mind reader; therefore, his inner thighs endured a sensuous hell in turns, quivering both like a faithful fiancé trapped in a closet with Eros himself. At first, Sasaki stifled his noises with his teeth, but Amon flashed a glance at him and furrowed his brows. Absolutely not: that would not do, so Amon slid his own fingers behind Sasaki's waist, pinpointed then massaged well a sensitive patch as his own sinful tongue on a thigh slithered up towards the summit, revisiting a shrine which twitched and trickled.

He's punishing me. Again.

Sasaki was poorly prepared. An overkill of double sensation rippled a heatwave through all his tender nerves, forcing his eyes to roll back in head as he snapped them shut and arched into hellish warm moist heat engulfing him.

He'll be the death of me. Just him.

Then, and only then, did Sasaki moan with no shame. His voice echoed, aloud and wanton, meanwhile, Amon grunted with approval and held down rolling hips. Sasaki implored Amon to give him everything. Now, now, now. More, more, more–God, Amon, don't make me beg not again don't you dare–than his body could handle. Layers of his skin burned on the inside out, a pressure building under his abs, an impulsive kagune close to unleashing. Sasaki was overcome, forsaken with pure, unadulterated lust shared between two.

He had learnt his lesson quite well, so he didn't dare hold back a groan when Amon's throat constricted around him, that swirling tongue a gift from above. All Sasaki could do instead was seek some sanity within dark, disheveled hair his fingers were, perhaps, guilty of last night.

Despite no signs of discomfort on either end, Amon changed the pace considerably, as if an apple tree bearing coconuts instead. Next, he withdrew his mouth from the crux of two thighs and left his lover transfixed with bemusement, pulling a stunt Sasaki never thought him capable.

"Ah, I almost forgot." panted Amon, his reddened lips ever so distracting, "Good morning, Haise."

"It certainly was." Sasaki retorted, softly, but eerily calm as his finger tensed in his lover's short dark locks.

It should be noted that, in hindsight, coaxing out Amon's playful side for weeks on end proved to be a miscalculation. His laughter was another story altogether. Near boyish but rich, Amon chuckled and Sasaki's heart skipped more beats than one, enamored, hopelessly so.

I won't last long.

His final thoughts before Amon's mouth fulfilled its duty to him proved prophetic, and not for the first time. Judging by how breathy cries drowned out stubborn then hesitant thumps on a bedroom door–thanks to a grey-eyed ghoul turning the tables on Amon and tasting his tight inner sanctum–Breakfast by Sasaki would have to wait.

This last supper of his morning needed to be lapped up first.

#amoneki #amonsasa #amon koutarou #sasaki haise #tgre #quinx squad #ccg #morning bliss #morning mild smut #morning fluff #otp #mystuff

[solarpunksoftie]

Frantic (Too Deep)

Fandoms:

Thomas Sanders

Characters:

Anxiety Sanders Patton Sanders | Morality

Additional Tags:

Crying, Panic Attacks, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Wounds, Blood, seriously a lot of blood, this ones messy, this is what happens when you fuck up kids, Whump, gotta hurt the tired boi, it gets fluffy at the end, Self Loathing, Unreliable Narrator

Summary:

Anxiety thinks he's cut too deep. In a panic he runs to Dad for help.

A/N:

this is gonna get really trigger happy. this one is really bloody. read safely kids!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10967349

Anxiety bit the inside of his cheek as he slid the razor across his thigh for the dozenth time in the last five minutes. The blade had stopped hurting the way he had wanted it to about two cuts ago, but they still bled the same. He always took the numbness as a sign to stop. If he couldn't react to them to the correct degree, there was no telling what kind of damage he'd do.

Heaving a shaky sigh, Anxiety pulled his hand away to admire his handy work. Twelve lines criss-crossed across his right thigh, barely discernible under the pool of blood that was quickly growing tacky on his skin. He felt a wave of disgust at himself as usual. He wasn't sure why he even did this. It never made him feel better. you deserve it you're evil and cruel you should be punished punish yourself because no one else will

Gritting his teeth he dug his fingernails into the mess of cuts. He couldn't stop bleeding yet, he wasn't done yet, he deserved more. moremoremore He felt a ripple of satisfaction as the blood under his fingers went from tacky to slick again, followed once more by disgust.

what am i doing you deserve it i cant believe im doing this to myself there needs to be more i must have some serious issues one more cut cant hurt

one more

Anxiety readied his hand again. this is the last one tonight He bit his cheek as he pressed the razor into his skin. He didn't see new blood spring to the surface through all the blood already smeared across his leg, but he didn't have to. He knew what he was doing.

A loud bang from the hallway made him jump, his head whipping to his door. He sat frozen for a long second before he realized that had come from down the hall. its past midnight, logan and roman must've been up talking. princy probly slammed his door cuz he lost an argument as usual. Anxiety smirked at the prospect of the Royal trait losing a debate with Logan again, and turned back to his leg, only to bite back a shriek.

There was so much more blood than before, pooling, bubbling eagerly out of his skin.

my hand slipped oh god what have i done

His heart hammering in his throat, he lunged for the nearest absorbent material, a thick flannel, off his bed.

theres so much blood theres so much

His breath grew ragged as he pressed the shirt to his leg, watching the black fabric grow darker with blood until it was entirely soaked.

it wont stop why wont it stop

He looked frantically around his room, trying to remember how to care for serious bleeds. But healing wasn't his department. He had no idea.

oh my god im gonna bleed to death

He needed help. His stomach churned just at the thought of letting any of the others see him like this, but he was terrified. He was shaking and getting light headed and he couldn't tell if it was from panicking or blood loss. Probably blood loss; always better to assume the worst with an injury involved.

Anxiety's mind raced through who he could go to. He couldn't go to Logan because he was probably in a foul mood after his argument with Roman, and Anxiety didn't want to ruin his night further. Roman was the same, but Anxiety hadn't really considered him an option in the first place because you can't hope and dream a serious injury away. Roman would be useless no matter what. Thomas was out of the question as well. The host was already onto him, and if he went to Thomas now he'd just get an "I knew it" and he would be insufferably smug. So that left Dad.

Could he live with upsetting Patton with this? Patton was always so happy and sensitive and easily upset by the littlest things. What would showing him this even do to the sunny trait? itd horrify him hed be so devastated you cant do this to- His wound throbbed painfully, making him whimper and snapping him back to the urgency of his decision. i need help NOW

Swallowing his guilt, Anxiety pushed himself to his feet, biting down against a groan of pain as he put weight on his leg.

shit theres probably muscle damage and youre gonna be permanently disabled and everyones gonna know about this and theyll hate you

He stifled his breath in his hoodie sleeve as he limped silently from his room, making sure the coast was clear before pushing out into the hall. Morality was two doors down, he'd have to pass Logan to get there.

h es gonna hear you you need to be quieter dont disturb him DONT USE THE WALL FOR SUPPORT YOULL GET BLOOD ON IT just keep it together youre almost there

It felt like hours before he was at Patton's door, hesitating to knock even as he felt his pants soaking with blood. is this really worth bothering him ab-

The door swung open and Patton nearly crashed into Anxiety standing in the door. "Woah! Hey there kiddo! I was just gonna go down to the kitchen to get a midnight..." Patton's chipper demeanor faltered as he actually looked at the boy standing in front of him. He went white as a sheet. "...snack."

Anxiety's hair was disheveled, the bags under his eyes were darker than usual, and his expression was pinched in pain. Oh and he was covered in blood. There was so much blood. "Hey dad... sorry to bother you." Anxiety was shaking like a leaf and his voice was so small. As he spoke, a couple fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "I fucked up."

Patton instantly became serious. Without a word he stepped aside and guided Anxiety into his room, offering him the comfy arm chair he used for reading. Anxiety just stood and stared at the chair, eyes wide. He opened his mouth to protest but Patton held up a hand to silence him. "Son, sit in the chair. I can't help you if you're standing."

Anxiety hesitated a moment more before nodding and limping over to the chair to sink into its fluffy cushions. Any other time Anxiety would've fought to sit in this chair, but now he felt like he was just ruining it and it made him feel claustrophobic with how plush it was. Morality didn't even have to prompt him to remove his jeans before he was shimmying out of them, holding back from crying out in pain. The tears hadn't stopped flowing down his cheeks, and it was taking a surprising amount of effort to keep from erupting into full out sobbing.

While Anxiety had been fighting with his blood soaked skinny jeans, Morality had gone and produced a first aid kit and was kneeling in front of the chair. He was still white as a sheet, but he was keeping it together.

"Anxiety, how did this happen?"

There it was, the question Anxiety had known was coming the moment he even considered getting help. He swallowed thickly and stared at the wall. "I-I was, um, I did it. To myself. This was me." Shit his voice was shaking hard.

Patton blinked at the younger trait for a moment, brain momentarily short circuiting. "You mean you accidentally slipped with a knife in the kitchen? Cuz I've had some pretty close calls while opening packages and cutting potatoes, let me tell ya!" He smiled soothingly up at Anxiety as he swabbed the extra blood away from the wound, but it fell again when he saw him shake his head. "Were you working on one of those art projects? You know, the little models? I've seen Logan working on a couple of those and he's had to cut some pretty tough materials. Pretty easy to slip up."

Again, Anxiety shook his head. He couldn't look Morality in the eye, so he closed his before he could find his voice. "No, I did this. Intentionally. It was, um. It was on purpose." He swore inwardly as more tears spilled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, dad." And the first broken sob finally forced its way through. "I didn't mean for it to be this deep, I didn't mean to do this." Anxiety pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes to try to stop the flow of tears as his body shook with more sobs. "Please don't tell the others. It was an accident."

Patton felt his heart break for the boy sitting in front of him. That Anxiety would ever resort to this was shattering news for the empathetic trait, but he swallowed it down. He had to help him through this. He leaned up and took one of Anxiety's hands away from his face, devastated that he thought he had to hide like this. Even when he was right in front of someone he was trying to hide.

"Look at me, son." Anxiety flicked his gaze to meet Patton's before it wandered away and back again. "You're gonna be just fine. I'm not mad at you, and I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. You're gonna be good as new in no time, alright?" He could feel the blood soaking through the gauze he was holding, but he kept his voice soft and his gaze sure until Anxiety nodded. "There ya go, kiddo." He smiled supportively up at the youngest trait before he set about properly staunching the bleeding.

It took a lot of gauze and an ace bandage to keep pressure before the wound stopped bleeding. Anxiety's jaw hurt from gritting his teeth to keep from crying out while pressure was applied, and now he was just tired. He hadn't stopped crying until the bleeding stopped and he felt secure that he was not, in fact, going to bleed to death in Morality's comfy chair.

Now Morality was cleaning himself up and trying to sort out what to say to the injured boy. The boy who called him Dad and was starting to fall asleep in his comfy recliner. The boy who threw insults and jabs as easily as Patton could roll out a pun. His head spun with guilt. How hadn't he noticed that Anxiety was so upset? It was probably his own optimistic nature that had blinded him to any problems. He looked back over at the dozing trait and frowned. He had to fix this.

"Anxiety?"

"Hmm?"

"You know you can come to me, right? About anything?"

Anxiety opened his eyes and looked over at Morality, confused. "Obviously. You're the one I came to, right?"

Morality tried not to grumble at the boy's obliviousness. "Yes you did, and I'm very glad you did. But, you can come to me even if it isn't an emergency. If you just wanna talk or hang out, I'm here. You know that right?"

Anxiety blinked at him a couple times before breaking eye contact. "Yeah, I know. Thanks Dad." The atmosphere had suddenly become too heavy for Anxiety's liking, and he started pushing himself up out of the chair before he felt a hand push him back down into the seat. He blinked at Morality as he lowered back into the cushions.

"I'd be more comfortable if you slept here tonight, Anxiety. You gave me a good scare." It was Patton's turn to avert his gaze this time. He didn't want to ask too much of Anxiety, but he'd be lying if he said he was ok leaving him alone tonight.

Thankfully, Anxiety understood, and simply nodded as he eased back in the chair. "Fair enough. So what's the plan then? Movie marathon?" Anxiety smirked slightly, meaning the suggestion as a joke, but Patton instantly lit up and ran to get a small collection of dog movies from the main room -they'd had a pretty ruff night. Anxiety sighed and let his eyes close. His leg was still throbbing painfully and he was exhausted and really wanted nothing more than to curl up in his own bed. But he understood that he had just scared the crap out of the headspace's father figure and he owed him at least peace of mind.

Anxiety was asleep by the time Patton returned.

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