#like thanks for reaching into my brain and pulling out one of the core ideas ive been slowly turning over and examining for YEARS

[astranauticus]

how does a story seem to somehow perfectly understand you like as a person. brb losing my mind

#orv spoilers #orv liveblog #checkpoint: chapter 445 #im gonna have to get back to this point but #'its my freedom to decide what i hear and what i remember and i shall decide who i am' i am Going to Cry #thing about me is my memory is really really bad so its like #do you know how much i hate the idea of core memories cuz like #bold of you to assume i remember the key moments of my life that define my personality. bitch i got nothing #so this whole thing about like. constructing identity out of the narratives you tell about yourself and other people tell about you #fuck! #like thanks for reaching into my brain and pulling out one of the core ideas ive been slowly turning over and examining for YEARS

[avocado-writing]

Gale Anon returns to Say: Yes absolutely the Mummy fic. I''m requesting more good boy Gale if you happen to have more thoughts on it. Or maybe a dirty talk Gale? Follow your heart. Thanks again for ur time, ur writing, and ur filthy mind.

well this got a lot more kinky than I meant it to oop. Thank you to M for helping me flesh out the idea!

cw: kinda cnc?; mild bimboification; mild puppy play; consent checks; excessive use of the words “good boy”; sub!gale; dom!reader

rating: E minors dni

Poor Gale is having a hell of a time of it.

Between teaching his classes; all the admin that the college has him doing; and his wizarding duties outside of academia, he’s barely had a chance to rest. Every night he stumbles home exhausted, barely able to keep up conversation with you, let alone indulge in any more intimate activities. It makes you so sad to see. You thought that after the Absolute was dealt with he’d have more control over his life - but it seems like the exact opposite has happened.

It’s been ages since the two of you were able to indulge, since you’ve been able to lay him out on your bed and ride him into oblivion. Reduce him to a quivering mess who’s barely able to speak or think. It’s something both of you enjoy, you getting him to let go and be a good boy for you.

That’s the issue, really; he’s been using his brain too much. He needs a break. To let himself go lovely and empty-headed, sweet and pliable under you. Let you decide what he needs.

When the college breaks for its spring holiday, he comes home to you so desperate that you think he might cry. You’re sitting in your reading nook when he appears, collapses to his knees in front of you and l buries his face in your lap.

“Today,” he says, voice thick with exhaustion and emotion, “it needs to be today. Please.”

There’s only one thing he can be talking about.

Sometimes it takes a little while for him to empty his head. After all, if you’re as brilliant as Gale is, your mind is always thrumming with ideas and duties, a veritable beehive of thoughts. Usually you’re able to get him there using your myriad of tricks, but sometimes you’re worried it takes too long for him to fully enjoy the session.

So the two of you have been working on a spell.

It is, at its core, a rework to be a far less powerful scroll of Feeblemind. Designed to put its target into a sweet, thoughtless state for a handful of days, where all they can do is experience pleasure and praise. No room for thinking, just feeling. 

The two of you have been refining it for a while now, and though you’re certain it will work - and is able to be lifted with no adverse effects - you still chew your lip, nervous.

“Gale, love, are you sure? If I cast it, you know you’re probably not going to be able to tap out.”

Gale groans and nuzzles into your further, pressing his face into your leg for comfort.

“I’m aware of that, but gods I need it. I trust you entirely with it, with me. I want you to take complete control over me. I want you to take care of me until I’m too boneless to move. Please, my love. Please.”

When he asks like that, how can you say no?

That night, he sits on your bed in only his smallclothes, cock straining in excitement despite his tiredness. You give him a long, sweet kiss, before pulling away.

“Last chance, darling. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he affirms, and you begin to cast the spell.

As you chant, you see Gale begin to go a little vacant. His body relaxes, all the tension immediately flooding out of it, the only thing remaining rigid being his cock. Soon there is only a sweet emptiness on your lover’s face, a dopey smile, eyes soft and aroused as he looks at you.

“Gale, are you with me?” 

He turns his head to the sound of your voice, managing an ‘mmm’ of affirmation but no words along with it. You reach out to cup his face and he immediately presses into you, mouth seeking out the warmth of your palm to kiss at it. You giggle.

“Gale!” you squeal, and he gives you another sincere, saccharine smile. Interesting…

“Aren’t you a good boy?” you hum, and his lips open just enough to let out a little moan. He twitches in his underwear. Despite his current state, he still responds to your praises, and you intend to use that to your advantage. 

“You’re so lovely, Gale. My handsome wizard. You’re so clever, but I love having you like this, just a silly boy who wants to behave for me. To be good for me. Don’t you want to be good for me, Gale?”

He nods, tears of desperation forming in his eyes. He scoots forward on the bed until his length is flush with your thigh and gently starts to rock his hips up into you, so needy for any kind of stimulation like this that he’d fuck your leg. 

“Awww, you want to get off, baby?”

Another moan of confirmation. You card your fingers through his hair and his eyes roll back in pleasure. You continue to pet him through your steady stream of praise. 

“Always so good for me, my good boy. Go on, honey, fuck yourself up against me. Let me just pull these down…”

You reach to his underwear and tug at the waistband, allowing his cock to spring upwards. He mewls at the cool bedroom air on his tip, already dribbling with precome, and begins to rut against you with more enthusiasm now that he has your consent. His face is buried into your stomach as his arms wrap around you to hold you close, his hips pressing against you in an erratic pace. When he comes for the first time it’s with a relieved little whine from the back of his throat. He coats your skin with his release, shiny and pearlescent; you feel him collapse into you. 

“Good boy. Good boy, Gale.”

He hums happily. You pet him some more.

“You know what good boys also do? They don’t leave a mess. Why don’t you clean me up, sweetheart? And use your tongue, hmm? Alright?”

Gale looks up into your eyes, soft and sweet and pliable, nodding enthusiastically at your suggestion. He’d do anything to get your pretty words anyway, but like this he is even more open to your kindness. He drops to his knees and begins to lick his spend from your thigh, lips trailing upwards from your knee where it has started to drip down. It is a powerfully erotic image to see him so thoroughly at your beck and call. Your leg is left damp when he is done but he licks his lips to show you that he’s finished and ready for more instructions. 

Oh, you are going to have a wonderful few days. 

In order to keep him near you, you decide to employ the use of a leash. The collar is snug but comfortable around his neck and he’s happy to go wherever you bring him. There’s no point in him wearing any clothes as the tower is always at an ambient temperature, so he spends his days nude by your side. Whenever he’s desperate for attention he searches out your warmth and buries his face into you, and you either run your fingers through his hair if he’s looking for sweetness or use your hand on him if he’s looking for stimulation. Either way he’s left a dizzy mess afterwards who you coddle and praise. 

He’s so relaxed, and it’s an utter pleasure to see. You sit on the sofa, propped up with plush pillows, while he reclines at your feet with his cheek resting on your leg. His proximity to you is a calming presence for him, and often he turns his head to press a kiss into your skin for no reason other than he wants to.

He loves you so completely. In return, your heart is entirely his. 

Occasionally he gets very needy and presses open your thighs, hitching up your robes and nuzzling into your sex.

“Gale, are you sure?” you ask, his glassy eyes shining with surety as he nods. He fucks you with his mouth as if it’s his gods-given duty, ekeing as many orgasms out of you as you’re able to give him. When he’s done and his face is shiny with your come, you see he’s spent on the floor; it is a simple order for him to clean up leaves him moaning in arousal. 

He is thoroughly taken care of. You’re never far from him to offer comfort, constantly checking in that he’s happy. He always nods his affirmation but lets you know if there’s anything the matter; hunger or exhaustion weighing on him. 

You feed him. You don’t need to, he’s capable of doing it himself, but he gets hard as he sits in your lap and you offer him bites of sandwich from your hand, face in a permanent grin of adoration. 

The last night you expect the spell to last is when you finally ride him. The two of you have had so many orgasms over the past few days you’re surprised that there’s anything left in the tank, but you still find it in yourself to fuck him into sweet oblivion. He’s able to clutch onto your hips and moan your name, pleasure his only feeling, your love the only thing he knows.

You fall asleep entwined in an embrace, gorgeous little words dripping from your lips until you drift off. 

The next morning you wake and the bed is empty, but you can smell bacon being fried in the kitchen. You groggily drag yourself along its scent until you find Gale standing at the stovetop, in his purple dressing gown and an apron, humming happily to himself. A couple of sleepy steps forward allow you to embrace him and tuck your face between his shoulderblades.

“The plan was to bring you breakfast in bed, but you seem to have thoroughly waylaid it,” he remarks. You can hear the smile in his voice. He’s verbal again - you’re glad he seems to be back to his usual self. 

“Mmm, I just wanted to see you. How are you, love? Are you alright? I tried to check in with you as much as I could…”

He turns to face you, and you’re immediately struck with how relaxed he looks. His eyes are soft, jaw loose, none of the tension he was carrying apparent any more. 

“My heart, I’m more than alright. I’ve never been so thoroughly taken care of. I’m so glad - blessed, really - to have you to look after me. I love you.”

He kisses you, and it’s long and delicious. 

“So, successful experiment, Professor Dekarios?” you ask, a cheeky grin on your face. He groans at that title, and you feel his cock throb. 

“I think you might have drained me dry over these past days, but I’m more than willing to see if I have one more in me…” he mutters, stepping forward to trap you between his body and the table. 

“It’s for research, after all.”

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#Gale x tav #gale x reader #gale of waterdeep x tav #Gale of waterdeep x reader #gale dekarios x reader #Gale Dekarios x tav

[sanspuppet]

5. “You have no idea how much i want you right now”

19. “i’m yours”

W/T: teasing, kinda dirty talk, public sex (? i mean you’re not the only one at home), quick and unprotected sex

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Wooyoung x afab!reader

not proofread saurry 🤞🏻

Inviting your bestfriends at dinner was surely a great idea, a nice way to spend a fun evening with the company of great seven man. Right? Well at least for you, Wooyoung was having a good time but he planned something else for you two before you invited your friends.

You listened carefully to Jongho as he was telling y’all a fun story the one of his friends told to him the morning of the same day, which got you almost rolling on the floor from laughter. Every one of you was clearly enjoying, especially Mingi who was laughing like a 8 years old child. On the other hand there was Wooyoung who simply giggled a couple times, but mostly giving you deep stares, from what you could have caught by looking with the crook of your eyes.

After two good hours, unfortunately most of your guests had to leave, greeting and thanking you before going back home. Still some of your friends found a comforting spot on your couch, chatting together without minding what time it was. If Mingi and Yunho were completely infatuated by your PS5, Seonghwa helped you and your boyfriend cleaning the table.

“Thanks Hwa, you can reach them two now and have fun with… yeah whatever that makes them chucking like that” you conceded him, while taking the washing-up liquid. He nodded at you with a smile before leaving and heading towards the living room.

You sighed deeply at the boringness of washing the dishes, just looking at your hand drawing soapy circles on them, when suddenly your body shivered at the feeling of two hands groping your hips, a recognizable smirk got close to your ear.

“How’s my baby doing?” Wooyoung cooed sweetly at you, while his arms were wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your right shoulder.

“Hmm… it could be better, i mean not that i’m having fun right now” You smiled hearing him mewling in comprehension, his grip was getting tighter as the seconds passed by.

“Then just stop, i’ll wash them tomorrow”

“But Wooy-“ his hands dragged down slowly your stomach, getting dangerously close to the gap between your thighs. Your body stiffened and your heartbeat accelerated as you heard a small whimper exiting his mouth, echoing inside your mind.

“You have no idea how much i want you right now.” he kept murmuring, his hands were now groping and touching every single part of your body. You unintentionally blushed at his words, your face seemed burning despite you felt the core down your body becoming a fucking river.

“You know? before you could invite all of them by us… i planned to have sex the entire evening and occasionally half a night, till you couldn’t take more of me”

You trembled, the warmth of his body against yours and the attractive tone of his voice was driving unconsciously you crazy.

“I’m yours…” is the first thing that your brain made you mutter, gaining from Wooyoung a pleased yet surprised chuckle.

“May you repeat? Sorry, i didn’t hear you because of all the noise those fools are making with our playstation”

“I said i’m yours, you fucker.” you voiced loudly, turning around trying to notice if the others could have heard you.

“I’m surely gonna fuck you after that, babe.” Meanwhile you have dried your hands with a cloth, Wooyoung started to drag his ones under your shorts, playing teasingly with the sides of your panties, pulling them up to make them press harshly against your aroused clit.

“W-wait… here? you mean now??” you breathed out quickly, your hand instinctively holding onto his shoulder from behind as he was keeping to play with your undies.

“What? Want me to hunt our beloved guests?”

“Well… yeah??” you replied back with a slight concerned tone, while he was simply joking around.

“And what should i say? Guys, get out of my house, we wanna fuck, huh?”

“Yeah, even just like that’d be okey” you turned around to face Wooyoung, the core in your stomach intensifying at the sight of his gorgeous face smirking at you. He sighed, his hands not leaving his grip on your hip for even a second.

“Come on, just a quicky. They won’t hear us” Wooyoung begged you, groping harshly at your butt cheeks trying to convince you.

“Tsk, what are you talking about? you’re louder than me sometimes.” you scolded him, chuckling as he bit his lip.

“Oh please… i mean with that pussy of yours…”

You hit his chest at the sudden reaction of your folds clenching around nothing, just with that the feel of being empty tortured you.

“Okey… but make sure we don’t get caught or you’ll have to deal with them” you raised your index finger at him, turning around to bend at the countertop. You teasingly shook your hips, gaining from him a spank on it. The rough sound of his palm slapping against your skin, made you jolt.

“Fuck! Be quiet” you whisper aggressively.

“Sorry, a habit” his fingers grabbed the elastic of your pants, dragging them down just under your ass. Wooyoung couldn’t help but groan lowly at the sight of your bare skin, breathing heavily to contain his emotions as he pulled aside your sticky panties. He layed on your back to reach your ear.

“Already so wet for me? Perfect, we’ll do it fast i promise… but i can’t promise we won’t have a proper round after they leave.”

“Shush just fuck me already” you held onto his waist once he pulled out his cock, ready to dive into your soaking entrance. As soon as he heard loud sounds coming from the living room, he let out a sharp moan, throwing his head back at the overwhelming pleasure of having your creamy walls clenching around his sensitive length.

“Oh god… so tight. If you keep it like that i’ll be close very soon” he whispered breathily, his fingers squeezed your waist harshly enough to print bruises on your bright skin.

“G-good… speed up” you mewled, tears of pleasure running down your blushed cheeks.

His hips rocked quickly into your, if there wasn’t the backround sound coming from your tv, there could have been surely heard the sticky and squelching sound your lubricated pussy being pumped by Woo’s dick. It didn’t take long for both of you to climax, letting out desperate and sharp sighs instead of what you usually called a moaning mess.

“Fuck fuck fuck…. cum inside” you whimpered quickly, holding your breath as soon as you felt hot and wet ropes shooting inside your leaking pussy.

“Holy fuck… perfect as always, it’s just made to take me” he whined softly, pulling out slowly. He stroked his dick a few last times on the middle of your panties to let out the last drops of his cum, before moving them back on your soaked pussy. Wooyoung patted your ass, chuckling:

“Good work baby, i love you”

You putted your shorts back in position, turning back at him. He placed immediately his lips on yours, while your hands caressed his cheeks. You pull out soon after, giggling at his flustered whine.

“Let’s send them home. Now.”

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez hard thoughts #ateez povs #ateez hard hours #ateez x reader #ateez headcanons #ateez requests #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung smut #wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung fic #wooyoung hard thoughts #wooyoung povs #wooyoung hard hours #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung headcanons #kpop #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop hard thoughts #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[s1ut4evan]

sunrise - kit walker x fem reader

this is short and simple but i thought the idea was ✨cute✨

you can find more like this on my wattpad: s1ut4evan 🩷

*smut, p in v from behind*

You wake up to darkness aside from the glow of the alarm clock on your bedside table.

•

5:54 am

It's almost time for Kit to wake up and get ready for work. You reach roll over to embrace his warmth. "Good morning baby." Kit places a hand on your cheek and kisses your forehead.

•

You sigh, "Do you really have to go into the shop today?" Kit takes a deep breath, "Yeah baby I don't have a choice." You roll back over to pout so Kit moves to spoon you. "Can you at least stay to watch the sunrise with me?"

•

Kit goes silent, annoyed with the fact that he has to work. Cause what he'd really like to do is fuck your brains out. He snuggles close to you and wraps his arm around your waist. You feel his member growing on your backside.

•

"Fuck it." Kit says. He spins you over and locks his lips with yours. You feel his hand move up your thigh and under your nightgown. He stops kissing you, "You wanna watch the sunrise? We'll watch the fucking sunrise."

•

Kit stands up and grabs your hand to lead you to the window. He pushes the curtains open and rolls up the blinds. "Take your gown off darlin." he says. You slip off the thin piece of clothing that was separating you from the chill of the air.

•

"Come here." Kit bites his lip and pulls you in. His rough hands caress you by the small of your back and travel down to grip your ass. You let out a moan as he softly kisses your neck. Kit turns you around and gently pushes you towards the window.

•

You bend over slightly and lean against the windowsill on your hands. Kit's length bounces off your ass as he pushes his boxers off. He reaches around to rub your clit from the front. You hiss as leaves hickeys on your shoulder.

•

After removing his hand from your bud, he rubs two fingers along your slit front the back. "Hm all nice and wet for me already." he whispers in yourear. You feel the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. He grips your hips as he thrusts into you from behind.

•

Each pump is invigorating. He fills you up with every inch of his dick. The force of his drive causes you to push against the window pane, "Oh my god Kit.." You notice yellow and red begin to cast over the sky as the sun starts to rise.

•

Your wetness drips down your legs as your walls clench to his cock. The spasms from your core make it hard for Kit to have steady thrusts. The sun peaks over the mountains and sends a ray of light into the bedroom. You closed your eyes to the brightness. And to your orgasm.

•

Kit thrusts one last time as he cums inside you.He pulls out and wraps his arms around you and leads you to the bed. You both lay and enjoy each other's company while sharing a cigarette. "Thanks for watching the sunrise with me." you kiss him.

“Of course baby.”

#evan peters #evan peters smut #kit walker smut #american horror story #evan peters supremacy

[fandomfluffandfuck]

lazy drunk, thinking of chris just sending seb the sluttiest lil tit pics, beggin to get them sucked and fucked and made so sensitive…maybe I’m projecting, but it’s so much fun!!

Listen-

I have had this idea in the back of my mind for literal years at this point that I think of as the "rowdy Evans cumming" pile of ideas. That this idea fits perfectly into. Allow me to explain:

I've never been able to articulate the "rowdy Evans cumming" ideas fully (because they short circuit my brain to the point that what comes out is just feral nonsense), but, basically, it's born from the idea of Chris after he's been back in Boston for a while, reacclamating to his environment, off from work, and allowed to get drunk and party a little and eat horribly greasy food but good food. He is having a good™️ time. Plus, he's incognito in order to not get swamped when he goes out, living his life, so... as a bit of a disguise, Chris is letting his hair get longer, he's letting his beard grow, only trimming it when he has to, never shaving it though, so it's nice and thick. His body is thicker, too. That drinking, hangover food, and workouts for ridding himself of his extra energy add up to him being big. Thick.

I'm picturing--

That Chris.

He's in his home city, and he's feeling loose and relaxed, and I would bet money that when he gets that way, he gets loud, and his accent comes out when he starts getting horny.

And you know... it just so happens that beer tends to bring out the horny side of Chris, plus the drunker he is, the more that accent comes out...

So, when he's in the mood and relaxed and loose, he's reckless with it. Words fall out of his mouth so easily. Naughty jokes and innuendos for anyone nearby and whispered lines of filth into his partner's ear (or one-liners blowing up his partner's cell if they're not together in person). His lips always turned up into a lazy, charming grin that speaks of all those dirty thoughts firing through his head. He's only quiet when other people are within earshot. Otherwise, he's loud. He sounds like he's talking someone up for a fucking sports game, not talking someone through taking his dick. He can't help but spread out, too. He takes up space. Leaning back and letting his legs fall open. His hands wrapped around his beer bottle in a lewd way. He will be unstoppably handsy when his partner is within arms reach. And, of course, his eyes. They get darker and darker, more and more heavily lidded until whoever he sets his eyes on, his partner, might burst into flames from just a look.

He's a fucking smoke show.

So. Yes. This Evans is the fucking Evans that does that. The Evans that sends unsolicited (but extremely welcomed) tit pics to Sebastian when drunk in his home city.

Imagine, if you will, Chris being unable to take it anymore. He's hot to the core, and he needs to blow off steam. He has to. Now. So, he's half out the door, about to leave the party to go home and have a party of one (or two, if he can get Sebastian on the phone 👀). But, inspiration strikes before he's really left...

Chris heads to the bathroom.

Every step closer to privacy leaves him more excited for his plans. He feels reckless. He feels like he should get arrested for public indecency. Thank God, everyone else around him is just as tipsy, at least. No one is paying attention to his flush or the way he's a little too hyped to go to the bathroom. Good.

Good.

Chris slips inside the bathroom. Alone. He instantly recognizes that there's a mirror with bright lights around it. Perfect.

Without waiting for anything, Chris locks the door and loosens his belt. He leaves the red, worn strap rest loose around his hips. His dark blue jeans slide down a little, exposing more of his overheated skin. He doesn't give a shit about that, though. He's too interested in untucking his undershirt--a tight, white tank top--from his pants. He lets his flannel shirt stay open, framing his torso, and pulls his undershirt up more. Higher. He tugs and tugs, roughing himself up, until he can grab the hem of the shirt between his teeth because he needs his hands for other activities...

In the mirror, Chris finds himself so flushed from alcohol (and being on the edge, feeling himself) that his hairy chest is pink, not just his face. He heaves in a breath and sighs it out, letting his hands travel up to cup his exposed pecs. Massaging the thick muscle and soft skin overlaid with fuzz. His fingers zero in on his nipples, pinching and twisting them, letting the sparks of pleasure shoot down to pool in his gut and it feeling fucking good as hell, but really, he's playing with himself for the sake of someone other than himself...

Sebastian.

Chris groans a little around the mouthful of fabric he's got, just from picturing his partner. God, he's pretty. Chris can see his face plain as day in his mind's eye. He can see his face when he crumbles in pleasure, wanting him so bad. And, fuck, yeah, he'd fucking love this--he will love this.

Chris gropes himself juuuust a little more, going a little harder, breathing heavier, wetting the fabric of his tank top in his mouth. Making sure his nipples are a little puffy, nice and red, and a lot hard.

He can't wait until he gets home to execute this idea. He needs to do this now. He has to. So he's gonna.

He's gonna--

Chris grabs his phone.

And with heavily lidded, hungry eyes, he holds his phone up to the mirror, capturing himself in an impressively filthy photograph. His baseball cap shadows his flushed face, but it doesn't obscure the lust in his eyes or the way the pink of his cheeks melts into his full beard. And he might have his teeth sunk into his own shirt, holding it up, but his mouth is still visible, too. It's not overshadowed. His upper lip is red and pushed forward, looking wet and swollen. Thanks to his mouthful, his chest is on full display. The open flannel does nothing to hide his tits. His other hand is resting on the edge of the counter to keep himself steady when the world is fuzzy in tipsy and lustful feelings. He's leaning on his hand. Leaning forward. Sticking his chest out. Showing off his tits. (And more, too, his jeans are still riding low on his hips, showing off his treasure trail, Adonis belt, and the ink he has down there.)

His tits.

God, he sees what Seb means when he says that when he looks like this.

His nipples are swollen and peaked with attention. Eager for more. His body hair does nothing to lessen the curves of his chest. His tattoos do nothing but call attention to the full shape. And his pendant necklace dangling between his tits doesn't help either. Not at all.

All he can think about is that necklace hanging in Sebastian's face as he fucks him, or, shit, about Sebastian painting his necklace in cum. Dirtying him up.

Chris snaps a flurry of photos.

Hopefully not all of them are blurry but they might be because he fucking misses Seb's mouth on him--on his nipples and sucking wet kisses to the underside of his pecs--with such intensity that he's shaking a little. He misses Seb's wet, hard dick between his tits, too. He wants him to fuck them again. Slide right in between them and have Chris to hold them together tight and go to town. Losing himself in it. Painting Chris' chest and collarbones and open mouth. Please.

Chris realizes he's said that out loud, around the chunk of shirt between his teeth, slurring, "plllease."

Chris can't hold back anymore.

He sends every. fucking. photo. he took to Sebastian. One after another. He doesn't care if they're all shitty. He needs Sebastian to see what he does to him.

Please.

Chris drops his phone too hard onto the counter in favor of pushing a hand against his cock through his pants. His phone doesn't matter anymore. Chris buckles forward, curling around the pleasure with a groan. His stomach clenches. He's actively getting his shirt wet with drool. It feels so good. Better than it should when he's all alone. He-

"You better not be throwing up in there!" Someone's laughing voice booms, along with their fist on the door. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Chris has to-

Chris has to take a minute 😮‍💨

He might have to run his head under the tap. Cold water.

"'M not!" He answers finally, yelling back.

He's gonna fucking run his face under the water and he's gonna fucking call an Uber and he's gonna fucking get the fuck home.

On the counter, Chris' phone vibrates loudly, moving on the surface with the intensity.

Sebastian.

Chris has to pick up his phone (which is not cracked, fuck yeah), he has to get out of the fucking bathroom of his buddy's house and he has to get the fuck home.

Now.

"SWEETHEART!" Chris shouts over the chatter and music of the party, one hand over his other ear, trying to block out the noise as he stumbles out of the bathroom half a second after he remembered to pull his shirt down and half do his belt up. Public decency. Right.

Sebastian doesn't even make a word at him in response. He just makes a noise. Groaning and impatient and mind-blown.

Anyway-

Can you tell I'm unhealthily obsessed with Chris' chest?

#asks #trashcannotatrashcant #fandomfluffandfuck #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction

[the-glorious-evolution-fanart]

About the narrative of Convergence comic

It’s Ekko’s comic first and foremost. It treats him well, it shows us his inner conflicts about wanting to help his parents but struggling with the feeling that he’s imposing his will on others, then he wonders if he imposes on others due to his advantages due to intellect.

There are problems in that narrative too though. He threw away his Z-drive? Okay let’s say he did want to get rid of it, even though he would know how it literally has an ability to give people a second chance to survive fatal incidents. Why would he not dismantle it? Destroy it? Wouldn’t it cross his mind that someone might find it and misuse it? And how did the other kid find it in the end? Nobody knows, and the authors surely don’t know.

The other Lost Kids are annoying. We care about them just because Ekko cares about them, not due to any quality of theirs as characters. They’re there to serve as emotional fodder. Sorry narrative writers, you gotta do better than this. (Also shouldn’t “Lost Kids” be a title for orphans? Oh well it just has a weird vibe)

Now about Viktor, what everyone has been waiting for, staring at this Viktor-centric blog:

Do you like supervillains who are bombastic, convinced of their superiority of whatever kind, very harmful to others, and physically scarred? Congrats, you win another one. New Universe lore treats Viktor as a morally bankrupt character who for some reason believes “free will” is a flaw. It is intentionally written to make him clearly a villain, and then sprinkles in “but he tried to save lives” as a way to make him sympathetic. Guys he’s a villain here, he treats people like cogs.

Yaay let’s go slavery! Mind-controlling slaves to sacrificing themselves for “greater good” is not greater good. People are called heroes if they decide to risk themselves for others by their own will.

This is written a tiny bit naively, but in principle I fully agree Viktor would be willing to collaborate with someone to help him with public relations. A Piltovian as well. Remember, Viktor approached Jayce originally to ask for a collaboration! So, I like this aspect of the comic ^__^

I’m really not a fan of cheap sci-fi vibe of pulling out brains and putting them into mechanical bodies which then go “Beep-boop! We follow orders!” Like what the fuck. Also this fusion of in-game Viktor and Arcane Viktor is giving me the heebie-geebies. No thanks

Dear Riot writers. Either you don’t understand what Viktor is supposed to be about, or you concluded it’s much more profitable with a wider reach to have him be this type of villain.

This frame though... this frame comes dangerously close to the real valuable core of Viktor’s story. To one aspect of it at least. Can you feel it? Can you sense it like I can? His expression is also good here. Him being silent is also good here. There is something about the Evolution he believes in, but doesn’t know how to explain it appropriately. Partially because the Evolution is in big part a response to his trauma. You can’t explain your coping mechanism to random others who haven’t gone through that trauma.

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It’s a good idea to have Viktor see others misuse his work (again)

For a moment, was excited, I had hope Riot would handle well the dumb Glorious Evolved which they introduced. A religion forming around his work is something Viktor wouldn’t like at all. I don’t like how Riot wrote the zealots as even rotting while trying to replace their bodyparts... It doesn’t go that way!! They would all have been already dead!! But then Riot goes 180 and has Viktor go “yees you opened my eyes to perfection” again to make sure he stays a villain, and encourages MORE mind-controlled slavery and sacrifice.

Do you want to be used like this? If not, then Viktor is a villain here. (I say this because I’ve seen A LOT of relatively new Viktor fans who like him for some other reasons, and then fall into a trap of trying to logic their way out of this evil characterisation. Trust me guys, you don’t have to do that, because you don’t have to justify all writing of a character. Writing is often done by many people in a company, motives change, etc. etc.)

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This is literally a Saturday Morning Cartoon. A prosthetic leg isn’t going to be able to mind-control you. The sensitive ones work by picking up signals from nerve endings and dumping back signals onto them for very specific senses of touch/pressure. An amputee using a prosthetic is not going to be mind-controlled guys, please.

Also it’s fucking absurd how new lore treats augments as “Tee-hee, I got my arm replaced for funsies and now I have a robotic claw”, like NO that’s not how these things go!! Call me a killjoy cause I’m listening to MCR!

Let’s go Viktor, atta boy, I’ll kick your ass that’s how much you go on my nerves. And I’m supposed to be your stan?

Ignoring the anatomy, Viktor floating and the complete mismatch of tech style, does Viktor look like a guy trying to merge with other people’s minds? No. Does he look like someone who’d want to be the ruler of that one giant mass of mind-controlled humans? Arguably yes. Boring villain characterization.

Even a child can identify that this is not “perfect” functioning. Anyway, as I said, Saturday morning cartoon and I’m tired now so I’ll end it here. Every other bit of the comic is just repeating what has already been said.

Enjoy the comic for the qualities it has, and I’d say don’t take it as any reference for characterisation or references or whatever.

#ooc #convergence thoughts #relevant for viktor

[runabout-river]

What is the best plotwist idea for jujutsu at the end of the work? 1.itadori reveals himself to be the villain. 2.nobara will hit the sukuna's soul. 3.sukuna stay good. 4.kenjaku merges with tengen. 2. do you think it's likely that if megumi came back again he wouldn't become a new suguru geto Why did he ''kill'' his teacher and sister Don't you think that if he really comes back he would be ''fine'' with everything he ''did''? I appreciate you answering my questions and thank you very much for always interacting with us.

The biggest plot twist would be everyone surviving 😂😭😭😭

1) that would be a plot twist alright but it would be bad, not least of which would be the Game of Thrones level disaster of a twistful ending because it would be "unpredictable". Bad, just bad. A good plot twist is still something that has a buildup in the story even if that buildup flies under the radar. Megumi turning bad/evil e.g. would be believable with how his story went. Yuji turning out to have been evil all the time not so much.

Except you meant that Yuji is narratively the bad guy who just thought he was the good guy? Hmm... he already doesn't see himself as a good person anymore. His story will most likely come to an end with him regaining his sense of self. Him not doing that would be a plot twist again but like I said, a plot twist doesn't equal good writing.

2) Nobara hammering Sukuna's soul wouldn't exactly be a plot twist but something people expect and demand to see. With how long her supposed death has lasted, her surviving is going to be the plot twist now though.

3) Sukuna is... someone whose morals are far removed from that of a normal human. He sees strength as the ultimate might so if he were to turn good his personality would just cease to exist. Plot twist but again, not a good one. Sukuna being permanently subjugated by someone like Megumi though (as some kind of shikigami or a prisoner of his shadows) would fit the story more as a plot twist.

4) I can see that happen 100%. Might even be a contingency plan of Kenjaku, another way to cause chaos and to experience his experiments on his own brain. My thought was that he might try to fuse Sukuna into the merger after he was weakened enough.

5) it's hard to tell into which direction Gege will go with Megumi. It could go all over the place. Fact is, after the Bath, Sukuna's finger cracked, so he killed Tsumiki with Megumi's technique and since then Megumi hasn't come back with no further cracks on Sukuna appearing again.

So the killing of Tsumiki and of Gojo will most likely weigh heavily on Megumi, so much so that Yuji will have a hard time pulling him back up even if he reaches his soul. That will be the struggle that Megumi will face, dealing with his dead family and accepting their death done by his hands. (But Tsumiki had already effectively died the moment Yorozu woke up from her coma and Tsumiki's soul was already in contact with Megumi 70 chapters ago, so there is hope that he will come back from that abyss)

On the other hand, in Gege plot twist fashion, Megumi might just make his come back fully ready to fight, and or corrupted to the core. He might be so full rage and evil that he straight up takes Sukuna's place as the villain even, using him for his purposes as Sukuna used him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #fushiguro megumi #ask #meta

[babyspacebatclone]

Hey, I'm a 32(f) who is leaning very heavily towards a self dx of autism. I'm a mom of 2 kids under 4yo and having difficulty finding resources/support groups for moms/parents with autism. All I can find is stuff for parents of autistic kids. I know you don't have children, but would you mind sharing this and maybe someone in the community would have a lead for me?

Thanks <3

Well, I’m going to start off by “reassuring” you that there was a reason you had trouble finding resources for being a parent with Autism:

There isn’t much formal out there at the moment.

This is not to say there’s nothing, but almost all of it is either antidotal (blogs and other writings by Autistic Parents) or summaries cataloging frequent items from the antidotal stuff.

Note: Through this response, the term Autistic Parent/Guardian exclusively refers to an adult guardian who has either a formal or a self diagnosis for Autism. For simplicity, I will use the term “parent” throughout unless there is reason, e.g. my own experiences.

That does mean if you want a support system, you’re going to have to jury-rig it yourself.

Who in your life has guardianship duties you respect? Teachers (of anything), clergy etc, family and extended family?

Who has skills about looking after children that you want?

Reach out to them. Ask questions. Be as personal as you feel you can.

Hopefully, this post will get some traction and we can get some Autistic Parents of Tumblr willing to both be and get resources.

Outside of that, for specifics…

From my own experiences with being a (childfree) daycare teacher, I can make several points I’ve used about being an Autistic Guardian. I’ll list them under a cut for sanity.

At the bottom of the post will be a link collection from aggregate type webpages (ones that quote multiple Autistic Parent voices) I liked while searching the interwebs.

My suggestions for living as an Autistic Guardian/Parent:

The tools you use to cope with Autism in everyday situations are the same tools you will use as a parent, the trick is to build up that tool bag.

If you are feeling overwhelmed, get the kid safe and then walk away. Your ability to parent depends on your mental health; it is not “selfish” to need to rebalance before you can deal with a kid. Instead, it means you will be able to handle the situation better when you can return.

Delegate what you need to.

The first point is both obvious and not. On one hand, parenting obviously requires a lot of behaviors in different quantities than “everything else.”

On the other hand, a lot of it boils down to the same core issues: overstimulation, navigating social rules, masking your emotions in order to deal with the crisis at hand (no matter how small).

This page has some great tips about building your toolbox, some of which I’ll be repeating here!

Tooltip the best: Lists lists lists. Have sticky notes everywhere, so even when you’re brain is mush you can look and see of you’ve forgotten anything important.

The second I learned from our mandatory and necessary Abusive Head Trauma and Shaken Baby Syndrome training for the daycare.

Stepping away is always better than trying to do something when you’re past your limit.

Mistakes happen when you’re past your limit. Injuries, harsh words, bad decisions.

Those last longer than saying “I need five minutes, I will get back to you.” Even for preschoolers.

If they’re too young to handle that (less than 3) and you can’t delegate supervision to someone else, my best suggestion is to sit on the floor, get them on your lap, wrap them in a hug (deep pressure and hold them still), pull out for phone of they let you, and start blasting music you find calms you down. If they don’t let you get your phone, sing nursery rhymes or something.

When you feel like you can breathe, make sure the kid is calmed down and restart the conversation.

The best thing is to teach “we can take me-time” from a young age. Not the easiest thing, but normalizing “When you are upset, calming down by yourself is the best thing, for kids and adults.”

While you’re at that, bodily autonomy. Yours and theirs. Teach your child you will respect when they don’t want to be held/touched/etc unless they are unsafe, and you will expect the same.

I promise, with consistency children as young as 2 can get and apply these concepts.

Teaching your children that you are allowed your own space helps with your overstimulation (because you’ve normalized using coping strategies) and just prepares your kid for life, Autistic or Allistic.

Finally, outsource what you have to.

It’s not a failing to pay for what you can’t handle. CEOs do it all the time: cleaning staff, secretaries, chauffeurs, etc.

My best suggestion here is to look at what you’re struggling with the most, and find resources to bridge that gap so you have more energy/brainpower to deal with the rest.

You want your kids to have playdates? Is there a family member/friend who would be willing to chaperone them and make the arrangements?

Can’t cook, brain fried from diapers? Look into meal delivery services you can use ones a week (or more!) to give you some breathing room. (link intended as examples of the service, I have no experience with these and offer no recommendations for using any)

It’s never wasted money if it allows you to do your job elsewhere!!

And as a note, be aware of being an Autistic Parent to an Allistic Child.

This divide is purely in being the neurominority: Autistic Kids don’t struggle because they’re Autistic, they struggle because their needs don’t match their parents’ instincts.

But the opposite is true as well: an Allistic Child will suffer under an Autistic Parent unless the parent accepts their child’s brain for what it is, and parents to that.

If you find yourself in that situation, look for “typical” child development guidelines, particularly for social development.

Allistic Children, for example, often need more oversight than Autistic Children to feel safe; their need for neurotypical social interaction means a “hands off, I trust you” approach may feel neglectful, even if the Autistic Parent and any Autistic Children may view the same thing as empowering autonomy.

Here are pages I particularly liked while searching for hard resources, including the one from above for convenience.

Tips for handling common challenges for Autistic Parents.

An introduction to being an Autistic Parent, including some nice interviews with an Autistic Mother and an Autistic Father (separate families).

A great overview of the issue.

Note: The last article had an emphasis on Irish families, and at the time it was written (2017) “Asperger Syndrome” was an official, distinct diagnosis for that country that most of the individuals were diagnosed with.

The article is aware of the problematic nature of this term (which I do not endorse for those reasons), and uses “Autism” (100+ instances of “autis*) when not referencing a specific diagnosis (13 instances of “Asperger*”).

My decision to include this article is based on the wealth of information it contains, and I hope people understand my decision to include it despite that term and the (justified) baggage surrounding it.

#autistic parents #actually autistic #it’s sad to see the articles themselves #forced to admit there’s no formal resources #but we can use what is available #and move on from there!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Fifteen.

Huge thanks to the little core group following this, as ever! :)

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen

Words - 5,516

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Angel's POV

Opening my eyes at 8.35pm when darkness has finally fallen, I watch the blinds rise automatically, and since I didn't close the curtains last night after they came down it means the lightning flashing across the sky illuminates my whole room. It's the massive rumble and crack of thunder that makes Edie wake up very suddenly, sitting bolt upright in a startled fashion, her breathing erratic.

"It's just a storm," I reassure her, reaching out and patting her shoulder.

"My brain tricked me into thinking it was another explosion for a minute, shit," she pants, so shaken by it that I have no choice but to put my arms around her. 'Don't kiss her, don't kiss her, and furthermore, don't fucking kiss her' I think to myself.

"What did we say about last night being a one-time thing?" she asks, sounding a touch pained.

"I'm just putting my arms around you. Chill," I state, watching and feeling her relax a little bit after that. She leans back again and just watches the storm outside of the window, and I eventually do the same. This definitely feels a little awkward.

"Sorry I got a bit annoyed just then. I just, well, yeah.” I understand exactly what she's trying to convey, even though she can't quite find the words.

"I think we should spend a little time apart, not see one another for a week or so. It'll give us time to feel normal around each other again, and let the blood tie die down," I suggest, watching her nod but at the same time not look like she likes that idea. I can feel she doesn't either, just as she can probably feel that what I just said is truly the last thing I want, even if it is seemingly for the best.  

What I feel the most, or rather what I hear that’s most dangerous to the somewhat tense atmosphere, is the fact that her heartbeat speeds up as she looks at me, and it's driving me to distraction. Did I ever truly look at her as just a friend? I need to blink or look away from her, anything to stop those pretty blue eyes pulling me in further. But I can’t. So, I don’t. I kiss her again instead.  

"No," she mumbles, shaking her head and sighing. “Damn you. I want you so much.” Despite her pulling away, trying at least to hold back, she knows as much as I do that it’s pointless, falling into another kiss. This one we don't break apart from so easily, both wrapping around each other quickly as we kiss passionately but slowly, eventually with me turning onto her back and lying on top of her, kissing her shoulders and her neck. The little sigh of bliss that slips from her mouth... fuck, my cock would be like iron now, if I’d fed. Her legs wrap around my waist, her body inviting me even closer, our kisses gaining both heat and momentum, the feel of her nails dragging down my back causing my skin to erupt into goosepimples. Shit, the arousal. I swear, I could fuck her for days.

I haven't fed, though, so she's perfectly safe (i.e., I can't even get hard right now, let alone blow my load and kill her in the process) and even though I know I shouldn't be doing this, I just can't help it. Yeah, I definitely think we need some time apart. I say I can't help it, but it seems someone else can. That someone is neither me nor Edie.

"Angel! Get off her, now!" I hear Ursula yell from the hallway, actually making me jump a bit. She scares me when she's stern, and she never shouts. She must have suddenly felt my arousal near go through the roof at finally having Edie underneath me.

"I think you're in trouble," she whispers with a little snicker, pushing her hands against my chest while I move to get out of bed, locating my jeans and pulling them back on. I can feel my creator is waiting for me right outside the door. She doesn't even need to speak it; she's calling me silently. When I emerge and shut the door behind me, Ursula still doesn't even talk. Instead, she grabs me around the throat at speed and drags me down the stairs, pinning me to the front door.

"I only spent five minutes with Edie last night while you were out, but in those five minutes I picked up on quite a bit, and that lovely young lady upstairs does not deserve to die because you're horny. Control yourself, control this and just for once, have some fucking restraint," she warns, grabbing my dick and squeezing it until my eyes water blood. Yeah, we still find stuff like this painful; we just get over it quicker.

"Ursula, let me go, believe me I'm calm now," I grimace, my voice strained since she still has me around the throat. She gives a warning glare before letting go, walking down towards the kitchen. She can be formidable when she chooses to be, and when I'm in danger of going against both my own word and her advice, the fierceness in her will always rise. Looking up to the top of the stairs, I see Edie appear, coming down with Icarus and Thor following along behind her.

"I have to go, I've got to be in work in fifteen minutes. Call me in a week or so, when you've calmed down. Me too, for that matter," she says, while I somewhat reluctantly unlock and open the front door.

"Until a week or so, then. Take care," I reply, smiling thinly.

"Yeah, you too.” Returning a small twitch of her lips, she reaches out to squeeze my arm before turning and sighing quietly as she leaves. She's feeling pretty crap about all of this. Same, Edie. I do, too. Watching her get to the edge of the path and then exit onto the street, I turn and close the door behind me, walking across the large and wide welcome hall of the house to get to the kitchen where my creator is sitting at the table, reading today's newspaper. I sit down opposite her and wait until she’s finished the article and folded the paper again. I know she's angry with me, so I’ll wait for her to address me first.

"I heard what was said at the door. I think it is a good idea to leave a little time between now and your next meet with her. Do you remember how I taught you to control your urges for blood when you were young? You need to apply those methods to this situation. She's off limits, regardless of the fact it's obvious the attraction you have for her has now been reciprocated," she tells me in an even tone, her eyes staring right at me but not angrily any longer. Not as angrily as she did when she had me pinned to the back of the door, at least.

"I keep telling myself over and over, but then I just end up kissing her. Believe it or not, but I'm perfectly content just doing that, or rather I was," I state, raising an eyebrow. I can be mad at her, too, for interrupting something I was enjoying immensely.  

"Hah! Angel, the arousal I felt coming from you was akin to that of a silverback gorilla if you locked it away from all the females, and then fed it a thousand tablets of Viagra. Come off it," she challenges me with.

"Be that as it may, I hadn't even fed, so there was nothing else I could have done. Well, there were things I could have done to her, regardless of that," I trail off.

"But you won't!" she warns me sternly, pointing her finger and eyeing me sharply.

"But I won't,” I confirm, with much reluctance. “It'll be difficult, but I have to do it. I think too much of her to put her in danger, when that is the very last thing I want. Anyway, I gotta get to the shop. Hopefully some new windows and door panes got fitted today. See you later.”

"Think about what I said, and think about it well in the time between now and when you see Edie again." Ursula replies, picking up her paper once more as I turn to leave. I go back upstairs and dress properly and then head out to the shop at speed, arriving in just five minutes. I stop and purvey the damage done to the gas station, nothing but a scorched patch of land now with rubble and blown apart plastic, fuel pumps and timber everywhere. The debris littering the road has all been cleared into the area. Much to my bedevilment when I arrive at the shop, though, the windows are still boarded.

"Why haven't the windows been fixed yet?" I ask as I stride inside.

"Couldn't get a glazer until tomorrow morning, bro, oh and careful when you go into your office, the dogs are in there," Sal tells me, sitting at his usual area working on a very skinny guy having colours added to what will eventually be a full sleeve.

"Why hasn't one of their owners come to pick them up yet? And was this place cleaned after they'd been put away?" I ask sharply, still being able to smell a lingering trace of dog.  

"Karissa is on her way, and yes I cleaned the whole place after I put them in your office. What's with you tonight?" he snorts, stopping his work and excusing himself to his client to zoom to my side. "Really, what gives? You're being bossy, which usually means you’ve got shit on your mind." How right he is. We walk to my office, Dana and Dobbs barking like lunatics upon entrance, until they actually see it's me and then come running with their heads held low and submissively, tails wagging frantically. They know Sal and me because of course, we've been frequent guests at Eric's nest, where they reside with their owner. I reach out and stroke them both before moving to sit in my chair.

"Nothing you want to hear about. Human issues, shall we say," I mutter, knowing of course, he really won't want to hear it.

"Hmm." He leaves again quickly. Told you so, he's exactly the same as EZ when humans are concerned. He feeds from them, fucks them and has no further interest beyond that. Right now, I wish I could count myself as the same as them. I'd even go as far to say I wish I'd have been given another punisher, Ahmed, Joe or Max, for example, right from the beginning and never met Edie, never been pulled in by her, never imagined sinking my fangs into that gorgeous ass of hers while I was chained up in her chamber. If I'd have fed earlier this evening, she'd have been in so much trouble.  

A little later in the night, while both me and Eric are waiting for our respective clients to turn up, he has a few of his own ideas over how I can get around my little murderous problem.  

"Why don't you just run to the bathroom when you’re about to cum, lock yourself in there and jerk off until you're done? That'd work," he offers in his usual cheerful way.

"When was the last time you successfully managed to pull out of a woman just before you came, hmm?" I put to him, watching him look thoughtful and then frown.

"You make a very good point there," he chuckles, waving a finger in my direction while nodding, his laughing escalating. "Sorry." He looks thoughtful for a moment or two. What's he going to come out with next?

"You could silver yourself? Lie on your back and get Edie to put a chain across each wrist and one on your neck and then all she's gotta do is bounce on your cock for a while and the job's done!" he then suggests, while I just shake my head at him and roll my eyes.

"Would you be able to enjoy having sex while your skin is burning off?" I snort.

"I'll shut up now," he replies with a nod, making a zipper motion across his mouth.

"I know you're only trying to be helpful, old friend. You aren't giving me any options I haven't already considered in the past, though.” I've known Eric for ninety-three years now, and I know what he’s like. He likes to fix the problems of those he cares about. We used to kill off large numbers of the reanimated together before moving humans to places of safety back in the aftermath of the disaster, where he’d then help them more, securing their dwelling, going out to fetch them supplies. He’s always been a fixer. We're quiet for a while longer, before he speaks again. This time, though, he offers something I haven't thought of before.

"Maybe it'll be different with Edie, because you know her and on some small level, she means something to you? After all, the other women were just one night stand girls you'd only known a few hours," he suggests casually. I really haven't looked at it in that way before, but it still doesn't mean it's a viable option.

"I'm not prepared to take that risk, and I don't wish to discuss this any longer. It can't happen, I need to close the door on that." I grumble with finality, getting up when my client walks through the door, ready to have the side of his neck tattooed. I'm glad of the distraction from talking and thinking about Edie, and I plan not to mention her out loud again. I hope this will be something I can classify as out of sight, out of mind. I keep myself busy, starting tonight after work when there's a certain vampire I visit straight after I'm done at the shop.

"Oh how coincidental, I was just about to head out to find something to play with for the evening," Sissy tells me after opening her door to me.

"You found it." I smirk, before advancing on her hungrily. A second later and her dress is on the floor, a moment after that and she's over my shoulder while I'm slapping her bare ass all the way to the bedroom, and she's squealing her head off with mirth. Sissy's six hundred years old, so obviously a lot stronger than me, but she likes being submissive sometimes. She was only nineteen when she was made, too, with an ass you could bounce quarters off. Speaking of that ass, she loves being fucked up it as well, and by the time I'm doing just that, Edie is finally far from my mind. Well, in the six hours I spend fucking the hell out of Sissy, I think she is, until the vampire herself says something to me a little later on.

"Can I ask you something?" she says to me, her head rested on my chest while my hand plays with a strand of her long, blonde hair.

"You just did.” Predictably, I receive a fist in the stomach for it. "Quit it, bitch. I just made you come more times than you can count." I then add, batting the offending hand away from my abs.

"Thirty-three, actually. As for what I want to ask, who's Edie?" I look at her sharply, wondering how the hell she knows about her.  

"Why'd you ask?"  

"You don't remember saying her name a few times over the last six hours?" Any other woman would likely be really pissed off about that, but Sissy doesn’t give a shit, by the sound of it.  

"No, I really don't," I admit truthfully, because I honestly, have no recollection of calling out Edie's name while having sex with her. "There's only one thing for it. After we've rested, we can go out and feed, then come back here and this time, I'll make sure I get the name right." I then add.

A grin curls her pretty mouth. "I'm not tired yet, are you?"  

"Not very, I suppose," I admit.

"Good, that's all I needed to hear." Circling my nipple with her tongue, she then slowly works her way back down to my dick. If I can fuck my way to forgetting about Edie for a while, I'll do it. I really don't want her on my mind any more than she already is, especially when I'm having sex with Sissy again the next evening and I pick up on a flash of Edie's emotions, feeling she's not happy at all. I just hope she knows that I wish it was her I was with, and not anyone else.  

Edie's POV

"Edie, are the mashed potatoes stirred enough yet?" Aileen asks me from across the table, as I sit having dinner with her and her family.

"Huh? Oh," I mumble, shaken from my potato stirring, Angel thinking about daze.

"You alright, sport?" her husband, Mike asks me from the top of the table, picking up his napkin to wipe gravy from his thick moustache.

"Yeah, I'm just tired. That doesn't bode well, considering I have work in two hours, but meh." I shrug, pulling myself out of my daze and smiling widely. "So, how's that college paper going, Lewis?" I then ask one of the four boys around the table. Well, at twenty-five, I don't suppose I can lump in their eldest, Sonny, with that, especially since he's currently bouncing his eleven-month-old son on his lap. He's a single dad, his girlfriend Leonie tragically dying while giving birth to Luca. I never saw Aileen cry before that day, when she told us all at the CD what had happened. Mike nods at my answer and goes back to eating the chicken in front of him with gusto, while I at least attempt to eat a little more of my food. Being pissed off and eating has never gone well at the same time with me, though.

"It's really difficult, but I'm determined to get to fifteen thousand words, at least. I'll get extra credit for twenty, though," Lewis tells me. He's an engineering whiz, yet Aileen and Mike didn't have the money to send him to college, since it costs an absolute fortune (less people equal less colleges and fewer teachers in this day and age) and is definitely out of their reach since they still have seven who are dependant on them. He got in on a scholarship, since his aptitude with sciences put him as a front runner, especially since he expressed interest in joining the air force, which is only just establishing itself again. Aviation engineers and pilots are in great shortage.

"You'll get to twenty, son. No sweat! I mean, the way you can gabble on I'm surprised you're not there already." Aileen chirps, making everyone laugh. After eating a little more, I excuse myself from the table, not before clearing my plate and taking the plates from Trudi, Suri and Sonny, who are all finished eating as well. I then excuse myself again and head out onto the back porch to sit down and light myself a cigarette. I'm so annoyed, annoyed that I can feel right now that Angel is obviously fucking someone, I can feel it in his mood, he's aroused as hell, and it isn't with me. I want it to be with me, but that can't happen and I really hate it. What’s even worse? I feel hurt by it all.  

He's not even my boyfriend! Why do I feel hurt about him having sex with some other woman when I'm not even involved with him? Oh yeah, that's right. That night I spent with him after the explosion, it made him get under my skin even more than he already has. It probably meant more to me than him as well. Either that or he's taking his mind off me by having sex with as many women as possible, but I find that highly unlikely. Angel did reveal he has just two regular vampire women in his life whom he enjoys casual sex with. He’s probably with one of them, or both, some kind of rotation. It kills me, to think of it, him with someone else, especially since I can feel quite clearly that one thing prevails. He misses me on some level. I think it’s easier for me to try and ignore that, though.

The feelings I’m experiencing are stronger than through the blood tie we had before, but still not all that blinding now I'm away from him. They were intense when I was beside him. Being next to him, a place I miss being more than I ever imagined I would. They aren't all sexual, the things I feel about him. I like being around him, I feel really good when he's there. I've come to realise he is actually everything I'd look for in someone I intend to date. He's intelligent, talented, good looking, he makes me laugh, he makes me feel happy, shallowly, the body is a huge draw, and the fact that he's a vampire now only adds to the charm. Being away from him can only do me good, though. I just wish there was a way to sever this damn blood tie so I don't have to feel what he feels. I hate it.

"Come on, about time you unloaded to Aileen. You've been off for a couple of days, perhaps longer if I'm true. You sure you're over that gas station debacle okay?" the lady herself asks me, coming out with a cigarette in her mouth and a beer in her hand.

"Yes, I'm over that okay, honestly. It's just...” I begin, trailing off with a sigh. “Angel.” Immediately, she nods knowingly, like she expected me to say that. When I told people at work what had happened, of course I had to finally come clean them, that Angel and I had been seeing each other as friends. This'll be the first she hears with regards to those friendship lines beginning to become blurred, though.

"I thought you were going to come out with something like that. What it is with you two, hmm? I mean I know you're attracted to him, but yet you're only friends?" she asks, sipping her beer.

"It's kind of complicated. We are attracted to each other, but there's a big and very specific reason why we can't become involved like that. I can't tell you why, but trust me, it can’t happen, ever. Yet we both want it to be more. After it happened, the explosion that is, and after I was all healed again, we spent a long time lying there on his bed, just kissing. It was nice, but torturous, knowing it can never happen. I don't know how I can go back to being just friends after that. I'm glad we're currently taking a little time apart, because my head is all over the fucking place about it. The blood tie doesn't help, especially since it's much stronger than before," I explain, taking a long drag on my cigarette.

"I'm glad you told me, although I don't think you'll like my suggested remedy for the situation," she replies, giving me an apprehensive sideways glance.

"I'm prepared to listen.”

"Well, since you can't be with him in the way you want to be, and you think you can't ever see him as someone who is solely a friend and nothing more, if I were you, I'd cut him out of my life completely, save myself the worry and the heartache. It's somewhat drastic, but really, what else can you do? Having him in your life and not being able to actually have him as yours is going to be like sitting a type one diabetic in front of a massive stack of candy, and telling them they can look at it all they like, but they must absolutely not gorge themselves on the forbidden treats," she advises, while I sit and think on her suggestion, rather than dismissing it immediately.

Hearing that, it makes me feel sad. Mainly because I know it’s probably going to be the option I have to choose. “I don't like the idea, but you're right. What else can I do? Oh, and I like the analogy you used there, the diabetic and the candy.”

"And I like the fact you just used the word analogy. Word of the day?" she asks.

"Yup, well, Sunday’s" I confirm, smiling as she gives me a friendly shove with her shoulder.

"Proud of ya, I am," she mutters, smiling before sipping her beer. "Really, though, it's your call, toots. See how you feel about it all after you've spent this time away from him, and then make up your mind." She then adds, before she's distracted by her youngest daughter, Chloe.

"Mommy, can we have ice cream with the apple pie please?" she asks. This kid kills me, I swear. She borders on insanely cute.

"Is there enough for everybody, my little cherub?" Aileen asks, flicking her cigarette away and reaching to smooth her daughter's curls away from her face.

"There's one tub of vanilla and one of chocolate. I don't mind having chocolate," she tells us in her super serious four-year-old tones. It doesn't fail to make us laugh.

"Well then aunt Edie and I better get our butts back inside before Chloe eats all the chocolate flavour to herself!" She exclaims, pulling a big, aghast face at her little one before standing and scooping her up, while I stride to open the door, since my friend has her arm full. Nine kids and one arm, and she dressed, bathed and fed them all by herself when Mike wasn't there to help. She's incredible. She lost it in a farm machinery accident back in Mississippi when she was a young teen, so she’s been without it now for most of her life. I still don’t know how she copes.

After eating dessert, I help with the mountain of dishes, and then after listening Suri play us all the latest song she's learned on her guitar, Aileen and I leave for work, Trudi offering us a lift. Once there and down in my chamber, I feel clear and focused, my work meaning my mind is taken off Angel completely for the time I'm there, kicking the shit out of a truly contemptible man who used to beat on his children.

“Come here, you need mad Arab hugs," Ahmed tells me, sitting behind me and wrapping me in his gigantic arms as I sit on the roof smoking during my break a few hours later. I just told him virtually the same thing I did Aileen. "All I can say is, I can only imagine how it feels, since you obviously like him a whole lot. You haven't been like this about anyone since when you first met Sarah, and worried whether she was really interested or not." He then adds, resting his chin atop my head.

"I can't be, though. I just have to deal with it. I hate not getting my own way," I sigh. "I think I need to get laid, that'll take my mind off it. Hell, Angel can't be the only person I want to have sex with. That's it. Next time I go out, I'm going on a man or woman hunt." I then continue with.

"That's a damn good idea, my friend. If he's getting it out of his system, then why shouldn't you? I mean look at it this way; you could have a casual fuck with someone and it could turn into more, and then being friends with Angel wouldn't be as hard, because you'd be sexually distracted with someone else." I have to say, this is something I like the sound of more than Aileen's suggestion.  

That really could work, but I'm not about to go and jump into a relationship I don't want just to keep someone as a friend and distract myself from the fact that he's a friend I want to have sex with. Or, whoever said anything about a relationship? Last year me, and a guy named Chris I met had a casual sex thing for about five months. It was good. I make a mental note of this and continue with my evening, heading out with the guys and Aileen afterwards for a few drinks to our usual haunt, and having a really good time, too.

"You know that plan you had? I think it needs to put into action about now. She's been staring at you for the last half an hour," Ahmed says to me discreetly while nodding in the direction of a really pretty redhead sitting at the bar.

"I've noticed, I've been looking back too," I confide, just as she looks at me again and then winks.

"Get your ass over there, Bailey. You got a wink dude, you're in," he encourages, giving me a nudge with his elbow a few times.

"I ain't going right over there! She can wait, or she can come to me," I snort.

"Good game, girl. Good game." As it turns out, I do have good game, since by 4:30am, she's sitting on my lap, enjoying a few drinks with me and my friends. Her name is Katya, she's twenty-five and works as a dance instructor and part time showgirl at one of the big hotels on the strip. She's definitely got the legs for it, and they feel as nice as they look when I begin to run a hand up and down one of them.

"How far away is your place, then?" she asks, giving my ear a little tickle with her tongue.

"About ten minutes in a cab," I reply.

"Your place is nearer than mine. Let's go." She says, before moving to stand. You'd laugh at the speed I just stood up at.

"Edie's scored!" Wilson announces loudly, receiving a shove in the side from Ahmed, even though he laughs, while I give him the middle finger and then say goodnight to everyone. I'm off to enjoy myself a whole lot, and not think about Angel at all. It's decided. By the time we get back to mine, we're bordering on undressing in the cab, and I manage to find my way up the drive backwards while we kiss, stumbling and giggling with her a few times, all the while with this feeling like we're not alone.  

Once inside, I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, pushing her back onto my bed and sitting astride her hips, pulling up her top and unclipping her bra. We begin to kiss as my hands find her tits, circling her nipples with my short nails until they harden, lowering my mouth to suck each of them in turn, while she begins pulling me out of my clothes, until I'm completely naked. Grabbing the top of my arms she turns me over onto my back, kissing my neck with sumptuous purpose, while her hand runs down and into my underwear, her fingertips starting to rub softly at my clit as our mouths connect again. I run my fingers through her near waist length hair, and then around to squeeze her ass before the moment is halted abruptly.

"Shit! There was a guy just staring through the window, through the gap in the curtains," she suddenly shouts, jumping off me and covering her chest.

"Wait here," I tell her, putting my bra and jeans back on and then heading out of the room and around to the lounge to let myself outside.

"I know it's you, you know. I know you followed the cab home. What did we say about spending time apart? Last time I checked, that didn't include following me home," I hiss tersely in whisper to what appears to be an empty backyard. I know he's lurking, though; I can feel him watching me. Also, the blood tie seems strong because right now I can feel his mood perfectly clearly. That mood is burning jealousy over Katya.

"Fine, be a coward and hide." I mutter, trying to deliberately goad him out. Nope, that doesn't work either. Besides, he's too clever to succumb to such. Sighing, I head back in and lock up, going back into the bedroom and closing the curtains fully before returning my focus to Katya.

"No one there, so, where were we?" I ask as I sit astride her, lacing my fingers through hers. She grins and then leans up to kiss me, and we continue roughly were we left off. Angel remains outside until the sun comes up too, because I can feel the jealously pouring out of him for the entire time.

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[juliacoller]

Day 24: Drunk

⚠️Warnings⚠️: alcohol consumption, grinding, making out, party setting, groping, public sex, hot tub sex Y/N's POV

When Mark said he was going to be having a gathering at his house I did not expect it to be like this. Pounding music, alcohol galore, and youtubers and editors dancing and rubbing their bodies against each other. This may not seem like it happens, but I promise it does, because with the way Ethan has his body grinding against mine is almost too real. The sweat of his hands rubbing against my body, and his hips thrust in against mine, it almost sobers me up. Key word: almost.

The amount of alcohol in system could make any girl feel like they can fuck anyone in the room, but the only idea in my mind is to take Ethan to a back room and have him plow my brains out. And I am not even sorry for such crude thoughts.

Ethan's hands only go lower when one of our favorite songs starts to play, his digits squeezing my ass and causing a whimper to leave my lips. The devilish smile that plastered itself over Ethan's face made it clear he knew what he was doing, working me up in public and at this point I don't know if he wants me to pull him aside and fuck him or take him right here in the middle of Mark's living room, and I'm a bit afraid to ask. Thank goodness Ethan answers this for me and says in my ear, "come on little girl, let's go have some fun", he grabs my waist and pulls me towards the backyard.

We walk out back and there are only a few people outside, some sitting on lounge chairs nursing a beer, and a few dangling their legs into the pool.

When Ethan pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the side, it surprises me and makes me gasp. He only surprises me more when he pulls his shorts off and gives me a look, he nods his head towards the pool and reaches forward towards me. He pulls my shirt off leaving me only in my bralette and my shorts, he spreads an evil smile on his face and wraps his arms around me. I smile until he picks me up and jumps into the pool, my entire body engulfed in the water and Ethan's limbs wrapped around mine. When we finally come up for air I look to Ethan to see the shit eating grin that I love so much. I splash water at him and give him a huge smile, "how dare you!" I playfully yell and I see him dive down into the water.

I look for the goon under the water and I nearly give up until I feel myself go under again. I open my eyes and feel Ethan hug me, we swim up yet again laughing and having a good time.

After swimming a bit, Ethan and I end up in the hot tub, sitting nearly on top of each other, my leg draped over his, leaving my core vulnerable and begging for his attention. As we try to avoid facing the obvious, Ethan and I chug a conversation along, then somehow end up chugging more alcohol in the process.

Ethan and I have become so plastered and can barely avoid the idea of touching each other, I end up on his lap, straddling his hips and slowly grinding myself without trying to make it too obvious to others. "Such a good girl, pleasuring me in front of others" Ethan slurs and rubs my thigh. I feel my stomach start to cramp and twist in unbelievable ways, "come on, my girl. I want to see you come on me in front of these people" Ethan purrs into my ear, pushing me to grind against him even harder.

Without stopping I whisper, "but what if someone takes a video, or outs you on social media~", Ethan cuts me off, "I don't give a shit, I want to see you cum". Even though my judgement is foggy, I know that this will bite us in the ass later, whether it be Mark lecturing us or Amy grounding us from our hot tub privileges, it doesn't matter in the moment.

I feel Ethan's cock rub against me even more and it pushed me over the edge, my head falls against his shoulder and, in an effort to silence my moans, my teeth sink into his skin. "Good girl, let it out" Ethan coaxes my orgasm out, his hands rubbing my lower back and sides in order to comfort me.

As my adrenaline levels lower slightly, I hear the pitter patter of feet on the cement next to my head, I look up to see Tyler looking down at us. I immediately drop my head and let out a laugh and all I hear is Ethan say, "Tyler is behind us isn't he?", I only laugh louder as Ty starts to lecture Ethan and I about something completely separate, something along the lines of 'not appreciating the amount of alcohol we are allowed', don't ask me, I'm simply a girl calming down from an orgasm.

[fieldsofview]

Talk shop Tuesday in return 🫶

What inspires you to sit down and write? How do you brainstorm ideas for your work and what is the process of planning for WIP?

Oooooh so I think the first question has two different answers for me, so I'm going to answer that last. Also, fair warning this is a very rambling answer 😬

Brainstorming ideas usually happens (at least at the start) against my will. I think at my core I'm a storyteller more than anything else, and the majority of my hobbies over the years reflect that. I tend to just always be thinking of possible ideas and how I could tell them. I used to be really into the OC cosplay sphere on Tik Tok, I've always been both a D&D/TTRPG player and a GM, I used to be a YouTube vlogger back in HS, and, of course, I've been writing in some form or another since I was in elementary school.

The ideas just hit me, randomly, and I let them percolate in my brain because it's fun. Kind of like daydreaming, but with more of a focus on structure and building it into something.

Once an idea has enough of a form in my mind to be at least somewhat viable as a story - like I could pitch the summary to someone who's familiar with the medium and they would get my meaning - then I'll add it to whichever of my myriad of documents that has all my ideas in a place where I won't forget them. Kind of like tucking a book aside to read on a rainy day - I know it's there when I want to pull it out.

Picking something to start as a project is a little more fluid, but usually I have one of those above mentioned ideas that keeps creeping back into the depths of my brain over and over again until it reaches a point where I want to bust out my computer and actually start working on it. I start with a document where I just put every detail, large or small, related to that idea that I can think of. I call it my Brain Dump Doc and I have one for each larger project. Once all the things are out of my brain and on paper, then I can work on molding it into a structured outline and can fix the pieces together into a better narrative to fit the medium I'm working in.

From there, typically *starting* into the project is easy. Especially with writing, usually the idea has been in my head for long enough that I have a really clear picture of how it needs to start and can just put the words on the page in a fit of hyper fixation. This feeling comes and goes, though, with longer projects. I usually have some scenes that are really clear in my mind and then the in-between bits are fuzzier and take work to get through in a way that makes sense. It's also why I'm big on editing. I can get something rough down on the page and then come back to it 3 weeks later with fresh eyes in a way that let's me make it so much better.

I'm a writer who really needs to write linearly, so I have to work through those bits to get to the stuff I know well and am excited about. So sometimes writing really is a desperate push of staring at my screen and putting one sentence down in front of the other, trying to eke out a few hundred words. And other times I'll work through 5k in an afternoon because I'm on a roll. It varies, but especially with longer projects, I usually try to work on it several days a week, even if it's just chipping away in small sections.

I would like to say I write every day - but SMH has proven that I don't. I think I average 5days/week though. And the work shows, considering it's 140k and nearly done!! SMH has been an exercise in proving to myself that I don't have to get stuck in those lulling moments and I can push past them to finish a longer project. I used to have a really hard time with that, and I have a lot of projects that I've abandoned at the 15-40k mark over the years. But, now that I'm older and more aware of my own flaws, I've gotten better at making myself push through because I know the reward of finishing will outweigh any of the struggle of writing.

Thank you for the question and for giving me a space to ramble about my creative process!! <3

#talk shop tuesday #foviewpoint

[duskamethyst]

stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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Hiiiiii.isaw your prompt list and wanted to ask if u could do megumi? 2, a. I have no idea, but i really like vanilla s*x 😭😭😭 and aftercare bcos im a little baby

mdni - characters are 18+, ab riding, swearing, I think that's it???

Prompt List!

Thanks for the request :) I hope you like it!

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You were drooling.

Like literally. Spit was dribbling down your chin. It was like your brain had completely rotted at the sight of him.

How could something so innocent have you squirming in your seat and mimicking a dog in heat? He was just changing his shirt because he had accidentally dumped tea on it.

"Ugh, of course this had to happen right now. At least none of it got on our notes." He groaned, "Gimmie a sec."

The next second he was standing at his closet, tugging his shirt over his head by pulling at the back collar, completely exposing his torso. Sure - you knew he was strong and at least toned, but not to this extent. Defined arms, some nice pecs, and abs you'd absolutely die to get a taste of. It wasn't anything crazy like you see with some of those body builders, but he wasn't weak in the core either. Megumi had abs.

He knew he looked good too, spending all that time getting bodied by Gojo seemed to be paying off. He felt faster, stronger, more confident. Fighting curses was becoming less challenging with the new muscle he put on. But all of that suddenly became obsolete once he saw your reflection in the mirror: jaw slack, pajama shorts exposing your thighs firmly pressed together, fists tight in your lap. He had to bite back a chuckle by pinching his bottom lip between his teeth.

To pull a greater reaction from you he mindlessly picked through his shirts hung up in his closet, sometimes reaching up to the shelf above the rack of clothes and pulling down some options, holding them to his torso in the mirror then shaking his head. All of this in an effort to flex this way and that, maximizing his time that he was shirtless to watch you grow more and more red in the cheeks.

"What do you think if this one?" He turned to you and held the shirt beside him so you'd get a full view of him.

Your jaw snapped shut and you choked and coughed from how dry your throat had become, "Uh - yeah that's a good one." You barely got out.

He pursed his lips, "Hmm, I'm not sure, I don't think it would go well with my pants."

Once he turned back, you dropped your gaze to the floor and tried to think away the stickiness in your panties and the lava in your face. Megumi was your friend! You shouldn't be looking at him with such lust and pure primal hunger.

After a while, you heard Megumi shut his closet door, and you flashed your line of sight up assuming he had finished dressing. Instead, you were met with a smug faced Fushiguro staring back at your through his mirror, arm stretched up to reach the top of it and abs reflected back to you in all their muscly glory.

"Something wrong?" You wondered with a tremulous voice.

"Well...I think you'd look better on me than any shirt I have."

Like a senior crossing paths with someone with colored hair, you gasped. Only you weren't filled with shock or horror, but rather taken aback at his confidence. It wasn't a secret how much Megumi kept to himself and remained quiet, so for him to be so forward with you had your stomach flipping. The sexual nature of it was even more off putting, but alluring all at once.

Finally, that devious chuckle sounded from Fushiguro and he took advantage of your frozen state to approach you. As he closed in on you, your breathing struggled to keep a steady pattern and your heart became a circus of pure chaos. Towering over you, he gripping the arm rests of the chair to cage you in, smirking down at you with his tempting lips and navy eyes.

"C'mon pretty girl, you've been squirming in that chair for far too long." Fushiguro hummed, guiding you by your hands to his bed.

On the sheets, his midnight hair rested against his pillows and he helped you over his mid section, gripping your waist and pushing you down onto him.

With a grin he purred, "Hmm that's it, c'mere give me a kiss."

One hand slithered up into your hair and pressed you down until your lips were gathered in his. Everything was steaming: his touch, his lips, your core, the room. It was no surprise that a faint sweat had broken out over your bodies, adding an ethereal glisten to his skin. Backing out now would be downright stupid.

As his tongue peaked past your lips, the palm firmly attached to your hip began to grind you against his muscles, leaving you once again gasping but now at the attention your clothed clit was being given. Megumi's hand now spread across your jaw and neck and brought you even closer so his tongue could swirl more deeply with yours, effectively weakening your will power. A few more guided roll of your hips and you were whimpering into Fushiguro's mouth while leaving a warm trail of slick on his abs.

He pulled away from your intense kiss and dipped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, "Take these off for me sweet girl."

There was no way in Hell you were going to say no, so you stripped your lower half bare. Consider yourselves Yin and Yang with Megumi's top half nude and everything below your waist bare.

"Much better." His voice like butter.

When your soaked folds came down on his searing skin you couldn't help but hiss. Hot molasses pooled in your naval and fueled your hips to rock against his torso, hands on his shoulders to support yourself. Again, saliva began to gather below your tongue and drip past your lips, mind solely focused on the pressure against your clit. Your eyes locked onto the show below, the nectar you left behind on his creamy skin and the hills of his muscles as a whole.

"Fuck." You muttered, awestruck.

Megumi's hands rounded to your ass and dug his fingers into your flesh eagerly. When one particular whimper had your brows furrowing, Fushiguro began to press his mid section in rhythm with your hips, leaving your thighs trembling.

"You getting close baby?" He queried noticing the concentration laced through your features, to which you hummed affirmatively.

When your breathing picked up and your jaw was no longer clenched, Megumi knew that your climax was rapidly nearing. He pressed harder into you with his abs and forced your hips down harder while picking up the pace. The way in which he could control the situation from below and speed up the process of your high had you involuntarily weak, mindlessly chanting his name because the rest of your praise and gratitude failed to form in your throat.

Then your rhythm started to falter and your nails dug into his shoulders. Instead of just his name moaning out, more 'Megumi I-'s bounced off the walls. He knew it was only a matter of time.

"You gonna cum for me sweet girl? Gonna fucking cum all over my abs?"

"Yes!"

The rush of your orgasm had your hips trembling and your core clumsily dragging across his muscles. Your own muscles were weak and too enveloped in the sudden high ripping through your body and heat in your groin, head light and eyes fluttering close.

"Fucking perfect." Megumi praised as he aided you through your rush, admiring the way his skin glittered in the light from your wetness.

And as your hips slowed to a stop, Fushiguro let his guard fall some - his tone softening. He gently helped you off his torso and offered you some water, stroking your soft hair and reminding you how well you did. After the bathroom, he let you change into a fresh pair of his pajama pants, held you and softly spoke to you as you drifted into a delicate cat nap.

"Get some rest, you did a lot of work." He spoke gently into your ear, leaving one last tender kiss on your cheek.

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i made this instead of doing my stacks of homework ^

step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader

synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you

t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: hey!!! i joined this super fun collab hosted by my new gf @suna-reversed​ (thank u for letting me be a part of it!!) so if you enjoy this i highly recommend checking out the rest of the talented writers in this collab :) the jujutsuhub masterlist is here !! also,, biggest thank u my lovely friend @brandmeyelena for helping me to plan and perfect this fic throughout the entire process <333

you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer. 

you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.

you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.

“hey, what are you doing?”

your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer. 

“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.

“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.

“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.

this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.

he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.

“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.

“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.

he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.

“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.

“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.

he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.

“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.

“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.

you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.

you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.

your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.

on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?

he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.

he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.

he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.

now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.

you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.

yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.

a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.

“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.

“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.

“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.

your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.

the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.

yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.

there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.

after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.

the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.

“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.

you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.

“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.

yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.

he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.

“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.

“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.

you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.

he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.

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[bakumu-archive]

use your manners

kinktober 2021 day 4 - pegging

Takemichi Hanagaki x femdom! reader

wc: 1.2k

summary: you surprise takemichi by trying something new.

cw: SMUT (pegging, mean dom reader, femdom, degradation towards takemitchi, dacryphilia, dumbification, edging, spanking, mistress kink, use of slut, a little praise, bit of aftercare), porn without plot

a/n: my first time writing pegging or anything to do with anal so hopefully its not too bad lol

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He always gets like this, you think as you roll your eyes, watching how Takemichi desperately bucks his hips into the air.

“I warned you that you couldn't handle me tonight,” you say as you slowly stroke his cock until letting go of it entirely.

You've had him like this for what feels like hours: on his back as you toy with his cock, bringing him closer and closer to release before letting it slip away. Tears form in his eyes as he realizes that yet another orgasm is escaping him.

“Awww, is the little cry baby not having fun anymore?” you tease him with a mocking pout, gently cupping and massaging his balls.

His mouth opens and closes as he tries to form words, and it's kinda cute the way that he's so brain dead. You could do anything you wanted to him right now and he’d probably thank you.

“Come on, use your words, you can do it.” You encourage, swiping at the precum that is leaking from the tip of his cock.

A choked sob leaves him as tears flow from his eyes. “Hngh. Please— anything. I’ll do anything. Wanna come, need t’come.”

His words, his neediness: it all flows right into your core, burning you up from the inside, but this isn't about you right now.

“I’m sorry I’m so mean,” you say, moving up towards his face, kissing his forehead before wiping the tears away. “Do you want a special treat tonight?”

He nods his head too eagerly, but he has no idea what you're about to pull out of your nightstand drawer.

You crawl over to the side of the bed, reaching down to pull out the strap-on you've kept hidden away.

You sit up and dangle it in front of his face and watch the realization set in. A plea escapes from his lips and you watch his cock twitch, his whole body reacting like a dog presented with a new toy.

“On your knees for me, Takebitchi,” you command as you secure the strap-on harness around your waist.

He jumps into motion, quickly getting on all fours and presenting his ass to you with his back perfectly arched and you chuckle at his eagerness.

Your hands caress the flesh of his ass, rubbing and kneading until you pull your hand away and land a quick stinging slap. He pitches forward, and keens from the impact before placing himself back into perfect form.

“More, please,” he begs, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

“You just like to get hit—” you land another smack to his ass “—don’t you?”

“Y-yes, Mistress,” he answers after another hit.

His moans are so loud you're sure the neighbors can hear, but there’s no way in hell are you going to stop now.

His ass is bright red from your assault and it makes you smile. He’s covered in your handprints, your marks, all proving your ownership of him; it makes your head spin.

You give him one more light smack before you grab the bottle of lube. You pour a generous amount on your fingers before dropping some directly on his asshole.

He hisses at the cold jelly as you circle your finger around his puckered hole. His hips jerk away from you before you ease him back into position.

“Relax for me,” you coo, “I don't want to hurt you.”

You slowly ease one finger inside him, fighting against his tight ring of muscles as your other hand begins softly kneading at the red skin on his ass.

You can feel him relax and you slip another finger in his tight hole. It's so warm and slick from the lube; you scissor your fingers, stretching him open as he starts moving his hips in time with your thrusts.

“Please, d-deeper.”

You completely remove yourself, adding three smacks in quick succession to his cheeks, before threatening, “If you don't stop moving, I'm going to punish you. So stay fucking still.”

He whimpers again as you slide your fingers back inside him, deeper this time. He clenches around you when your fingertips graze against his g spot and he lets out a long whine.

You keep spreading him, prepping him for the fake cock hanging between your legs the best you can, but he's making it so hard.

“I told you to stop fucking moving. Little slut cant keep his own body still,” you say with a sneer. “I'm losing patience with you.”

But he can't stop, your fingers feel so good inside him, he could come right now, he wants it, he's gonna—

You pull your fingers from him just before he's able to reach his peak. His body twitches on the bed as his pleasure is denied yet again.

“Are you really going to come before I get the chance to fuck you?”

You can see his hole clench from your words, and he lets out a groan before shaking his head.

You grab the lube one more time and slather your silicone cock with it, before you rub the tip against him.

“Just stay relaxed for me and enjoy it,” you command, pressing your hips forward to slowly sink into his tight hole.

The stretch alone is enough to make Takemichi cum, but he holds himself back, taking deep breaths until you're fully inside him.

He's never felt like this. So fucking full and lewd and used. You’re his god, his everything, he's going to worship you for all eternity for making him feel so—

“Oh f-fuck,” he stutters as you slowly pull out of him and push back in.

The drag of your dick inside him makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. And when you start a steady pace, he feels like his whole body is on fire.

You reach for his hair, arching his back and pulling him up so you can see his face. His eyes are closed, his tongue is lolling out of his mouth and you're sure that he's drooling.

The new angle has you rubbing against his g spot with every thrust and you can feel the way his body twitches; his orgasm is close.

“You’re so stupid, just a dumb little cock slut. You fucking love being impaled by my cock, don't you?”

He shakes his head as much as your grip will allow. He fights to keep his hips still but you feel too good inside him. Each of his nerves is set ablaze as you growl in his ear, “Fucking come for me.”

He feels your thrusts increase in force, drilling into that spongy spot, and he keens. He feels his balls tighten, every muscle in his body tightening with them, as he comes, his dick pumping out so much cum onto the bed, it's dizzying.

You stay seated inside him, giving shallow thrusts as you ease him down from his high until you slowly remove your cock from him.

“You were such a good boy for me, you did so well,” you praise, unbuckling the strap. “Always do so well for me.”

He lays down on the bed, and you move to lay down with him, wrapping him in your arms. His head rests in the crook of your shoulder and you play with his hair.

“Thank you baby,” he sighs as his body relaxes. “You didn't get to come.”

“I’m alright—"

“No. I want to make you come. Will you please sit on my face?”

How can you say no to him when he's being so good, using his manners.

“If you insist,” you respond as you watch the excitement explode on his face as he wiggles his body down on the bed to get ready for you. You get situated over his face, his hands already grabbing at your hips to pull you down on top of him.

“Now be a good boy and make me cum.”

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[sinner-as-saint]

Just A Little Too Much.

(Dark) Mob!Steve Rogers x Innocent!Reader AU

Run-through: You met Steve after your parents got divorced. He was your mom’s ‘special friend’, and you soon began living at his place, along with your mom. You were just 18 and a half then, and Steve became the only man you looked up to after you learnt that your father was sent to prison for unknown reasons. Soon, Steve became the only family you had after your mother started going away on even more trips for work, then came the time where she stopped coming home altogether. But that was alright, because you had Steve. You were his Princess, and he often told you that you needed no one else but him. He would do anything for you, he loved you - perhaps just a little too much. 

Themes: innocent!reader, manipulation, dark!steve, smut, fluff

You woke up from your nap with a faint smile on, feeling a pair of lips leaving soft, warm kisses all over your cheek. 

Steve. 

You immediately felt so warm just knowing he was here; his powerful scent wrapping around you, making you feel safe. 

“Wake up, Princess.” He murmured. “It’s your birthday, you can’t be napping.” He said it like it was the most ridiculous thing one could do. 

You heard Steve’s voice, and felt his beard trail after his lips all over your face. You opened your eyes, giggling and realizing that you had fallen asleep on the couch in your bedroom. You looked up to find Steve above you, his strong arm placed on the back of the couch as he bent over slightly to look down at you with his pretty blue eyes. He was dressed in one of his many expensive, well-tailored suits which gave away that he had just finished some call or video conference regarding work. 

“Hi Stevie.” 

His soft gaze roamed your body. “Hi Princess. Come on wake up, you don���t wanna sleep all day.” 

You smiled up at him. “Yes I do.” You said, making him raise his eyebrows at you; smirking. “It’s my birthday, I can nap all day if I want to.” You did make a fair point, he had to admit. 

His smirk morphed into a gentle, calming smile as he reached out to caress your cheek softly. “But I miss you.” 

You shrugged, lazily. “Sounds like a personal problem to me.” 

His lips parted in fake surprise. “Is that so?” 

The moment you saw his hands reaching out towards you, you knew he was planning to tickle you till you ran out of breath and begged him to stop. So you shot up and slipped from his grasp, running away as fast as you could; giggling uncontrollably. 

Steve chased you, chuckling each time you escaped his grasp. “Come here, Princess. You can’t run from me, you know that.” He chased you around the room, watched you as you jumped over the coffee table, the pouf and just as you were about to run into the walk-in closet Steve managed to grab your hand and tackled you down on the bed. 

He had you trapped, giggling and squirming under him. He was a happy man as he looked down at you, pinning your wrists down on the bed above your head, his face so close to yours that he was certain you and him were sharing the same breath. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. 

You eventually stopped fighting and squirming. You looked up at him and smiled as big as you could. You stared up at him and saw the man who was your everything. 

Steve was your everything. Your family was… absent. Steve said none of them cared about you as much as he did. Steve also said that your father was not a good man, and that’s why he was locked up in jail. You never asked why, or what he did to deserve such punishment, but Steve said that it wasn’t important for you to know so you let it go. Your mom was not here either, she was always out of the country, working. Steve said your mom made work her priority over you, but that was okay too because you had Steve. And he was all you need. 

Steve looked down at you, admiring how pretty his Princess was. When he first saw you around four years ago, he knew he had to protect you forever. You were too precious, too innocent for this world. He couldn’t just stand there and watch this world corrupt you in any way, so he kept you close. He did what he had to in order to keep you under his roof and protection all the time. He made sure you’d never have to worry about anything, ever. 

“Hi Princess.” He murmured again, still on top of you. You gave him a smile which always melted his heart ever since day one. You owned him, and you probably had no idea about all the things he was willing to do for you. 

“Hi Stevie.” To you, he had always been Stevie - your best friend, your family, your protector - your everything. You don’t know where everyone went, or why everyone gradually disappeared from your life once you met Steve. But you had him, and he was all you needed. 

“Happy Birthday.” He whispered, wishing you for the fifth time since this morning when you woke up in his arms. Steve leaned down to kiss the side of your mouth. 

You relished his touch. Steve always made you feel good just by being there, and having all his attention on you was all you ever wanted. You giggled as he kissed his way down your neck. “Thank you.” 

He hummed as he kissed along the neckline of the dress you were wearing. “Did you like your gift, Princess?” Steve asked, kissing along the top of your breasts. 

You let out a quiet gasp of pleasure as you felt him gently nip at your skin. You nodded, “I did. Thank you, Stevie.” You whispered, getting lost in the way he made you feel. You thought of the gift he had given you this morning, it was currently parked in the twelve-car garage of the house, sitting there with a pretty, red bow on top of it. It was your shiny, new dream car. 

“We can go on a drive later, if you want.” He murmured against your skin, one of his hands releasing your wrists, lowering to undo the buttons at the front of your dress. 

You shivered as you felt the warm, slow touches of his lips and fingertips all at the same time. He was always so gentle with you and always so mean to others. He always said that was because you were his precious Princess and other people meant nothing to him. 

A drive with Stevie sounded amazing. Only, he’s always working these days. Would he even have the time? “We could. But then what about work?” 

He froze for a moment, hearing the hint of sadness and uncertainty in your tone. He hated it. He hated that he had been so engrossed in work this past week that you noticed he wasn’t spending enough time with you. 

Steve pulled away and looked up at you. “I’ve been too busy with work lately, haven’t I?” He asked, knowing the answer. The little, sad nod you gave him made his heart hurt. “Aww…” he cooed, reaching up to kiss your nose, “I’m sorry, Princess.” He murmured against your skin and pulled away to look into your eyes again. “How about this, you have me all to yourself for the whole day today and the upcoming week? Sounds good?” 

He didn’t care about how much that would affect the many people who worked for him, all he knew was that his Princess needed him and he would do anything to make her happy. 

You smiled brightly. “Perfect!” 

He chuckled before leaning in to kiss your lips. Slow and gentle at first, before growing more and more needy for you. He pressed his body against yours, allowing you to feel the urgency of his need. You gasped into the heated kiss as you felt his hardness in between your legs. Steve shoved his tongue past your lips, tasting you, stroking the inside of your mouth. You whined when you felt him roll his hips against yours. 

You felt warm, burning with need just as much as he was. And he knew. 

You shivered in pleasure as you felt him kiss his way down your body again, unbuttoning your dress with impatience, his need overpowering his entire being. He needed you, needed to taste you and have you come undone on his tongue, he needed your taste embedded in his brain, not wanting to risk ever forgetting it. 

Steve kissed down the middle of your breasts, down till your belly button and stopped at the waistband of your light pink, lace panties, which matched the bra and the dress you wore. Wanting to tease you just a little, he stuck his tongue out and licked along the edge of your underwear before licking up and down your wet, clothed core. 

He watched you squirm on the bed. Smirking devilishly, he kissed along your inner thigh just to mess with you a little more. He could tell you were slowly giving into the haze of pleasure which washed over you even though he had barely touched you yet. 

“Stevie…” you whispered, closing your eyes and tipping your head back as he nibbled along the soft skin on your inner thigh. “Please…” 

He had to give in. His cock twitched in his pants, straining against the zipper at the sound of your soft moans and pleas. 

He pulled your underwear away from your skin and to the side, exposing your dripping wet folds to his hungry eyes. He could tell just by the look of it that your sensitive clit was throbbing. He hummed in satisfaction, “Prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen…” He whispered more so to himself, reminding himself - not that he would ever forget - that you were his. “Spread your legs for me, Princess.” 

You did, just like you did everything he asked. You parted your legs then supported yourself up on your elbows, watching him. Steve once mentioned that he liked it when you watched him as he pleasured you. 

You let out a moan the moment his mouth touched you. His lips moved along your wet folds as his tongue teased your entrance. His beard scratched your sensitive skin, as your arousal spread all over his mouth. 

“You taste so sweet, Princess.” You watched how Steve closed his eyes, savouring your taste. You were a moaning mess in no time, your whole body electrified at his touch. “Like strawberries and honey.” He moaned at your taste alone, humping against the bed discreetly. He could always fuck you later, but right now was strictly about you. 

Steve moved his hand which was caressing up and down your thigh towards your core. He pushed his two fingers past your entrance and pumped them in and out of you slowly, gradually increasing his pace. He felt your walls clench around his fingers as you moaned louder and louder with each stroke of his fingers against your walls. His mouth moved to your throbbing clit, teasing you further until you felt like you were losing your mind. 

“Stevie…” You struggled to hold back your moans. 

Steve took one look at you and he knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You never could last long under his touch anyways. But he was always more than happy to pleasure his Princess. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, Princess? You can’t hold back from cumming all over my tongue, can you baby?” 

His husky voice made your body throb even more, along with his warm breath fanning your damp skin. You whined in response, dropping down on the bed - your upper body having no strength to hold you up any longer. Steve chuckled. 

“It’s okay, Princess. Cum for me.” He whispered and placed his mouth back on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of your relentlessly. He noticed the way your legs were shaking slightly. You couldn’t hold the pressure in between your legs anymore so you let go and came violently around his fingers and mouth. 

You moaned out loud, squirming as you came, and Steve lapped up everything you had to offer. He licked each and every drop of your cum as it spilled out of you before kissing his way up your body again. He reached your lips and kissed you deeply. 

You giggled into the kiss. It made Steve smile, he always found it adorable how you were always so giggly after he made you cum. 

Steve pulled away after a while, looking down at your swollen lips and the shine in your eyes. “Want me to order your favorites for your special day? Strawberry and chocolate donuts?” He asked. Those damn donuts were your kryptonite. He often wondered if you loved them more than you loved him. 

You gave it a thought. “Nope.” 

Your answer worried him. And he opened his mouth to ask you why but you spoke up before he could. “Let’s make some cupcakes instead. With strawberry and chocolate icing.” You had missed him so much and you desperately wanted to spend time with him, and what was better than baking together in the kitchen? 

Steve smiled, almost reading your mind. He knew exactly why you had proposed so. He felt a little guilty but quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Then he remembered… 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Princess,” it sounded like a warning. “You remember what happened the last time we tried to bake something, right?” His voice sent shivers dancing down your back. 

Of course you remembered. It involved a lot of kisses, chocolate ganache and eventually ended with Steve fucking you right there on the kitchen floor. Your face felt really as that memory resurfaced in your head. 

You nodded. “I promise that won’t happen again, Stevie.” You were the one to blame for that, since it was you who kept teasing him in the first place. 

He hummed in your ear, the sound making your body throb again. “We’ll see about that.” He pulled away and stared down at you. “Okay, come on. Let’s go make some cupcakes for my Princess.” 

You jumped out of bed the moment he got off you. He pulled you close again, buttoning your dress for you while you looked up at him like he hung the moon. 

By the time you made it to the kitchen, Steve had already removed his suit jacket and tie. The black button down shirt was doing things to you but he didn’t need to know that yet. It should be illegal for a man to look that good. While you took out all the appliances and utensils you needed for the cupcakes and icing, Steve’s phone vibrated on the counter. 

He grabbed his phone and took a look at who the caller was. You noticed the frown on his face. 

“Who is it Stevie? Is it work?” 

The discontent in your tone didn’t go by unnoticed. But this phone call had to be dealt with. “No, Princess.” Steve stepped closer and kissed your forehead. “It’s… an old friend. I’ll be back in just a minute, okay?” He kissed your lips briefly and left the kitchen. 

You pouted for a moment but then shook it off. 

Steve went as far away from the open kitchen as he could, just to get out of your hearing range. He had to cross the entire living room to answer the call. Bitterly. 

“What?” He spat at the caller. And he was immediately greeted by a sobbing woman. 

“Just let me talk to her, at least please. She’s my-,” 

Steve cut the crying woman off, like he always did. “She’s your nothing! Nothing, you hear me? She’s mine. Only mine. It’s not my fault you’re a terrible mother who doesn’t care about her daughter’s well-being.” 

He heard more sobbing on the phone. “I didn’t do anything, I just-,” 

He cut her off once again. “Stop lying! You tried to take her away from me!” 

The woman raised her voice. “Because I realized that you’re crazy! I regret the day I met you, the day I let you in my life, in her life. You were a big mistake, and now you won’t even let me talk to my daughter?!” Her anger could be heard despite the tears. “You won’t even let me come home, I can’t even step out of this damn place because your men are everywhere!” 

Steve chuckled. Your mother was abroad, not allowed to come anywhere close to you because… because he didn’t like the thought of having to share your love or attention. You were his. You had him, you didn’t need anyone else. 

“You’re in a luxurious house, with everything one can ever need in it. What are you complaining about? You could’ve been dead, you know? I could have had you killed instead if I wanted to, but I didn’t. You should thank me for that.” 

He received a series of swear words as a reply, which only made him smirk wider. 

“It’s her birthday, Steve. Let me talk to her. I won’t tell her anything about this, please.” The woman begged. 

Steve scoffed. “She doesn’t need you. She has me. Now, don’t ever call here again or I’ll make sure you don’t live to see another day.” He ended the call right in the woman’s face. He carelessly tossed his phone on one of the couches as he walked back into the kitchen. 

You were taking out all the ingredients, weighing them on the scale carefully. You had somehow managed to get some flour on your cheek in the process. Steve smiled, his heart melting at the sight of you. So precious, all his. 

He walked over to where you stood and wrapped his arms around your waist, lowering his head to kiss your exposed shoulder. “Hi Princess.” He murmured, softly. 

You smiled. “Hi.” 

“I love you more than anything, Princess. You know that, right?” He placed another kiss on your skin. 

You turned your head to the side a little, smiling, “I know, you tell me everyday. I love you too, Stevie.” 

-

Midway through, while your cupcakes were in the oven and Steve was getting the icing ready, he noticed a slight frown on your face as you sat on the counter not far from him. 

“What is it, Princess?” He placed the bowl down and stared at you, giving you his undivided attention as always. 

“Hmm?” You looked up at him, “Oh, nothing.” You lied. And he caught it immediately. You were never a good liar. 

Steve walked over to you, stepping in between your legs and placing his hands on your thighs, caressing your skin gently. “Don’t lie to me, Princess. Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

You looked down at your lap, his hands inching higher and higher up your thigh. You wondered if you should bring it up, because it always upset him. But before you could stop yourself, you were blurting out the words, “I was wondering why my mom didn’t call me today. She did last year. You think she forgot my birthday?” 

Steve was upset for a moment, before being clouded by jealousy and possessiveness. He tried smiling to hide it. “You don’t need her. If she cared, she’d be here right now. Don’t you agree, Princess?” 

You nodded, lowering your eyes, but Steve could tell you didn’t agree. 

“Princess, look at me.” He spoke, you looked up. “You don’t need anyone. You have me, right?” 

You nodded again, more firmly. “I know, Stevie but-,” 

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Steve slid his hand into your hair and tugged on it gently to make sure he had your attention. “Because what, huh? Is my love not enough for you? Am I not enough?” His tone was gentle but bitter. His eyes were glossier than before. Anger, jealousy, it all ate him up on the inside. 

You stared into his eyes, your own watering a little. Oh no, you didn’t want to upset him. “You’re my everything, Stevie.” 

Those words shook his entire being, and he released your hair immediately. He looked down for a moment, sighing loudly. He placed his hands on either side of you on the counter, pressing his forehead to your chest. “You’re mine, Princess.” He whispered as your fingers slid into his hair, massaging his scalp to calm him down. It was working. “You’re mine and you don’t need anyone else.” He whispered. “We don’t need anyone.” 

You spoke up immediately, “I know. I don’t need anyone. I have you.” You felt him kiss his way up your neck soon after. 

“But you’re still thinking about your mother, are you not?” He sounded bitter. “She doesn’t care about you, Princess. She never has, neither did your father. They never cared or loved you like I do.” He said softly, but his jealousy was hard to ignore. 

“I know, Stevie.” 

You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was in a bad mood. He eventually said so himself, “You upset me, Princess.” He murmured then resumed kissing your skin. “I do all this for you, buy you what you want, do everything to keep you happy but it seems I’m not enough.” He whispered against your skin and you shivered at his tone. 

“No Stevie, that’s not-,” 

He shut you up by placing his mouth on yours. He kissed you with all he had in him, pouring out all his emotions - the good and the bad. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed you hard and fiercely, not caring that he was biting your lips carelessly. 

You couldn’t help but gasp into the kiss when he swiftly slid you off the counter and set you down on your feet. Steve pulled away and stared into your eyes with love and anger. “I’m all you need, Princess. Why can’t you just accept that?” 

Before you could say something, he turned you around so your front pressed against the edge of the counter and your back to his torso. You gripped the counter as he grabbed your dress on either side and pulled it up until it bunched around your waist. You felt his mouth at the side of your neck; licking and biting and kissing - making your heart race and that intensified when you heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“I’m gonna show you that I’m enough.” He whispered into your ear. “That I’m all you need, because no one is going to love you as much as I do, Princess.” The sincerity and certainly in his voice sent tingles down your spine. 

You felt him lower your underwear until it reached your ankles. Your heart fluttered and raced all at the same time. You could feel him, pressing against you. His hands on either side of your waist as you pressed the palms of your hands against the cold counter. 

You waited for a moment. Then you felt the tip of his cock press against your folds, slowly rubbing up and down; parting the lips at your entrance. “You’re all mine, Princess.” Steve moaned under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you.

Your grip on the counter grew tighter as you steadied yourself for his thrust, knowing it was coming sooner than you thought. Steadily, Steve filled you up; stretching you all the way like he always did. And he had you whimpering in no time. 

“You belong to me.” He murmured, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. Your mind was foggy as he started rocking into you. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace. “Say it.” He demanded. “Tell me you belong to me.” 

You felt all of him. Each time he filled you up entirely, the tip of his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot, and you moaned out loud each time; your walls clenching around him. 

“I’m yours…” you whispered. Your mind was hazy, by him slamming into you. His thrust was animalistic, and rough. Each time he slammed into you, your front crashed against the counter, achingly. But the pleasure his body brought you made up for that.

“Louder.” He growled. “I didn’t hear you.” He taunted, pulling his face away. His hand flew to your hair and he grabbed a fistful of it, and tugged on it; tipping your head back. “I said louder, Princess.” His voice sounded menacing. 

You whimpered as he pounded into your core. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you. “I… I’m yours, Stevie” You said, louder like he wanted. 

The sounds of your skin slapping against one another was downright obscene, and the grunts leaving his mouth was even more sinful. You couldn’t see him, yet you knew he looked absolutely, devilishly handsome with his head thrown back, eyes closed, his lips parted as occasional groans escaped his lips. You could imagine him with the frown of pleasure he always had whenever he fucked you. 

“You better remember that, Princess.” He growled into your ear. “You are mine. I love you, and I am the only one you’re allowed to love back. You hear me?” 

You nodded, moaning as he reached every single sensitive spot inside you. You felt a familiar warmth taking over you, and a pressure building in your lower region. You knew you couldn’t hold it any longer. 

And when your walls clenched violently around him, Steve knew you were close as well.

“You’re gonna cum for me, Princess?” he cooed, his voice laced with lust and desire. Seeing you didn’t reply, he tugged on your hair and tilted your head back a little more. He leaned in to kiss your parted lips before pulling away a few inches to spit into your mouth, then leaned in to kiss your swollen lips again. You moaned wantonly as he did. 

“Cum for me.” He slammed his cock harder into you, and your eyes watered. He felt agonizingly good. It didn’t take much for you to come undone after that. Gushing out around his cock, walls pulsating around him; you came, hard.

He did too. With a few strokes against your walls, he came right after you. “All fucking mine.” His warm load shooting inside you, leaving behind his presence as your body shook against the counter.

Carefully, he pulled out. And smiled, satisfied, as he watched how his cum trickled out of you and past your folds. He adjusted his pants and zipped it up. He pulled your underwear up, then finally fixed your dress. 

He leaned in to kiss your cheek. Your back was still against his torso, and his arms were around you. Unable to trust your own body, your hands gripped the counter still. He nuzzled your neck, kissed your skin and moved his lips to your ear. 

“Now tell me, Princess, do you need anyone else? Anyone at all?” He mumbled. 

You shook your head, still hazy. “No, Stevie. You’re all I need. You’re my everything.” You replied, repeating the same words he constantly told you. “I love you.” 

Steve smiled against your skin. “I love you more, Princess.” He added, “Perhaps a little too much.” He meant what he said. 

He didn’t care how many times he’d have to remind you. He would do it as many times as it took, all for you to realize that you belonged to him. There was no one else. No other love, no one else to turn to, nowhere to run. Just him. 

“Now come on, we have cupcakes to ice.” He kissed your cheek before pulling your trembling body away from the counter. 

You smiled up at him. Your Stevie… How could you ever bother about whether anyone else remembered your birthday or not? Stevie was here for you, and he was all you ever needed. He was your everything. You loved him. Only him. 

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