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adventuringblind · 17 days

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Entitled To You (3.6K words)

Norstaptri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: An incident with Lance sends the boys into a frenzy. She just wants to do what she loves.

Warnings: Explicit depictions of r@pe, injury descriptions, panic attacks, Oscar plots a murder, Lando throws hands, Car crashes, Author doesn't know legal stuff, Head trauma and blood.

Notes: This one is a request from @Lily234566 I know this wasn't the original pairing but I was struggling to fit the Ferrari boys in there so I had to scale it back... I'm sorry and I hope you still like it! T_T

Side Note: Sorry to the Lance girlies reading this. AND obligatory message of I don't know these people and this is purely FICTION! HEAD THE TAGS! DONT LIKE THEN DONT READ!

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“Max!” She peeks her head into his driver's room. The bright beaming smile she receives in return after their 1-2 nearly kills her. “They want me for a media thing, apparently.” HIs smile drops into a pout. The sad puppy eyes might convince her to stay.

“Again? Don’t they know we have plans!

“No, and why would they care anyway?” She looks him up and down and whines because he’s standing in front of her with no shirt on. “Just - I’ll meet you guys back at the room. It’s something to do with being a female in F1… again.”

“I’m starting to think they have nothing else to talk about.”

She shrugs as she walks out of the hospitality, waving to Christian on her way by. The goal is to get past the Mclaren garage without seeing Lando because otherwise she is not going to the interview. His pout is worse (better?) than Max’s.

To her pleasant surprise, Laura is the one conducting the interview. “I’m sorry about this being last minute! They said they wanted you to do it with someone else next week and I offered to do it now.”

The interview passes with ease and thankfully doesn’t take long at all. The banter in-between is also entertaining.

She’s exhausted when they finish. Ready to go back to the hotel and fall into bed with her boys. Hopefully They’ve ordered food - and dessert.

The paddock is nearly empty as she makes her way through. Maybe, had she been paying more attention and not focussed on her aching body, she would’ve caught on to the footsteps behind her.

They are heavy, she assumes possibly a mechanic still packing up to continue on their way to the next circuit. That’s what she still thinks when the hand on her bicep yanks her around the corner.

If she weren’t as exhausted, then fighting would’ve been a possibility. However, that seems out of the cards as he pins her against the nearest wall. Her forehead hitting the surface hard enough to make her dizzy.

“Not so confident now, huh?”

The fuck- “Lance? What are you?-” He slams her head again and cages her body against his own. She flails, only to be slammed again. “Would you stop doing that please?”

“Not after that stupid stunt you pulled today on track.”

“You mean the one where you showed you don’t know what brakes are?-” Again, her head is sent into the hard surface. She can feel her nose starting to bleed. “Must you?!” She decided to shut up when he does it again and everything starts to go fuzzy.

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her fireproofs. The cold evening air hits her bare skin and she panics more than before. Her head is too cloudy to fully comprehend what’s happening.

“I feel like I'm entitled to a bit of compensation after that stunt.”

“You’re entitled to nothing. You took yourself out!” She hisses through gritted teeth. Still, Lance continues to get her clothes lower. And slams her head again harder - you know - because she wasn’t disoriented enough already.

“Would you shut up?” She doesn’t say anything this time. Her mouth feels numb and her ears are ringing. Her exposed lower half is met with the bare hands of someone she doesn't want touching her.

It's - well - it hurts. He's groping at her thighs, ass, even her tits which she isn't sure how he's managing. His hands are everywhere they shouldn't be.

And then nothing.

A vague awareness of what's happening seeps through her veins and invades her senses. She tries to scream. Attempts despite the sheer pain of the snap of hips she didn't ask for.

His finger beat her to it. A hand encloses around her throat and cuts off her oxygen. The black spots dance around her vision. She wants them to stop moving; they are making her dizzy. Or was she already dizzy?

“See, it's not so bad. Don't you feel less guilty for ruining my race now?” No, she doesn't. She wasn't guilty before.

She blacks out.

~~~♡~~~

Waking up with sore limbs and a killer headache is not how she pictured this night going. She tries to yell for help, but a mere creaky rasp escapes.

When did she lose her voice? The thought makes her panic more. The sob she lets out hurts more than there is sound.

Her face and hair is sticky. At least Lance had done her the courtesy of not finishing inside of her.

Still - what the fuck even happened? The fragmented memory is trying to come back to her slowly. Each small piece remembered is another broken cry.

She can't move.

It's dark again.

~~~♡~~~

The anxiety between the three boys is certainly not something they are used to. Oscar can pinpoint the exact moment Lando started overthinking and Max had to bear hug him so he didn't pace a hole into the cement of the parking lot.

The fourth seat in their car remains empty and their messages have gone unanswered. It's getting more concerning with each passing minute.

“Max, she always responds.”

“I know Lando.”

“She always calls if she's going to be longer.”

“Lando?”

“Yes?”

“Would you feel better if we went and looked around for her?”

The Brit nods his head in a fashion that might give him whiplash. It's better seeing him feel helpful then sit helplessly. Though Oscar can't help but agree with Max's original point. that they should wait there at the car just in case since that's where they were supposed to meet.

Granted, it's only been twenty minutes. It's still long enough to be murdered.

They Methodically peer around corners and wave at the mechanics who give them skeptical looks. They were supposed to be out for post race celebrations by now.

Oscar freezes when he sees it. The human shaped lump lying on the ground. He rushes over with long strides. The closer he gets, the more familiar the person on the ground becomes.

“Max! Lando! I found her!” The other two boys come sprinting in his direction. He's on the ground trying to clear her hair from her face only for it to get stuck in the sticky substance coating her features.

“What the fuck?”

Her fireproofs are still on, but it's obvious what happened. The handprints on her neck, the blood trickling down the sides of her face. “We need to bring her to a hospital.”

Max hoists her up in his arms. Mainly because Lando is on the brink of tears and struggling to breathe through his panic. He loves deeply and with his heart on his sleeve. Oscar just hopes he can keep the Brit calm until they find more help.

“Can we at least clean her up?” Lando pleads with him. Big Hazel eyes brimming with tears.

It's always a struggle to tell him no. “We can't, not if it can help us figure out who did it.” The tears start right after that.

“So that’s what happened then? Someone really-” Oscar has to maneuver the puddle of tears that is his boyfriend into the passenger seat of their rental car. Max tosses him the keys, opting to be with her in the back and keep her comfortable.

The tricky drive to emergency is more because Oscar is too far in his own thoughts to pay attention to the traffic lights. He can hear Max moving her around, attempting to put pressure where blood still flows freely.

Oscar doesn’t bother with parking. He pulls off into some empty area and helps Max shoulder her weight inside the doors while Lando runs ahead to find help.

It’s fast after that. They take her away and start patching her up while the three of them are forced to sit in the waiting room. Oscar and Lando are left to their own devices while Max paces about on the phone with Christian.

He feels like a knife is being driven through his chest each time his mind tries to come up with what could’ve happened. Who would do something like this? Unfortunately, a lot of people. The question is more of who could’ve done it and gotten away. Someone with access to the paddock this late. Security, perhaps? Maybe even a sleazy mechanic? A driver wouldn’t make any sense… right?

“When will they let us see her?”

“When she wakes up, most likely.”

He’s not sure when he falls asleep. The exhaustion finally hit him like a truck despite his persistence. He’s awoken by Max’s constant shaking and aggressive whispering of his name.

“-She’s asking for us.”

He’s up faster than Lando when Jon threatens an ice bath. They follow the nurse down the halls with an uneasy anticipation. They creep inside the sterile room and find her staring at the wall.

Lando doesn’t hesitate to move further into the room. Always having been more in touch with his emotions then the other two boys. “Hey love, can I come closer?”

She looks at him. The bandages plastered over the sides of her head and around her face now visible to them. She returns Lando’s gaze with glassy eyes. It’s damn near shocking when she tries to pull things off her body in a desperate attempt to reach for Lando.

Lando gets to her before she can get everything off, specifically the IV, and catch her arms. Oscar and Max finally pull themselves together and manage to get her to lay back down with some coaxing.

She’s shaking violently. Her grip on Lando’s arm is sure to leave bruises. “Who - who f-found me?”

“We did, schat. We got worried when you didn’t respond.” Max drags the two chairs in the room closer and pulls Oscar down into one. Lando, against all odds, manages to wriggle his way into bed with her.

“I know who it was. I - well - does anyone else know?”

“Just Christian and us.” Oscar can feel the fight Max is putting up to not ask her more questions. The way he’s grounding himself with a hand on Oscars knee instead.

“You don’t have to tell us.” He attempts to reassure. Maybe calm her mind by giving her an option. “Just know we’re here, alright?”

“I don’t want it to be a big story. It’s already going to be since I can’t be in the car for the next four weeks. Oh fuck - everyone is gonna know-” Lando hushes her; gets her to somehow hold him tighter.

“Christian said it’s up to you, whatever happens.” Max nods at her encouragingly. “We go at your pace.”

“They did a rape kit. They’ll know who it is. It was all over so it couldn’t have been hard to get DNA - oh fuck”

Her heart rate picks up. The nurses rush in. They send her back to sleep.

~~~♡~~~

Max wants to know who it was who touched her. The rage simmering underneath her skin is almost too much to keep contained.

On the more fortunate side, they were allowed to stay since she wouldn’t let go of Lando. Then when he did have to get up, they rotated.

The doctors and nurses learned to approach her like she’s a scared animal. The heavy footsteps seem to set her off and there is now a sticky note on the door saying to tiptoe when entering. It’s endearing to see her doctors and nurses trying so hard not to startle her. But seeing as they’ve now had several incidents where she’s panicked, they are taking more caution.

Oscar and Lando have meandered away in search of food. Max opted to stay put and made the promise to bring him back cheat foods. He’s too stressed to not eat something of comfort.

Her physio is supposed to come by today with the stuff she left at the track and get an update from the doctors themselves instead of Max’s botched attempts at repeating back. It will also be nice to see her comfortable, as the one blanket that travels with her everywhere will also be dropped off.

“Max?” He tightens his hold to show he’s listening. “It’s not fair… You, Lando, and Oscar make a mistake on track and nobody does that to you. I - It wasn’t my fault.”

The thing is, Max is smarter than people give him credit for. The only incident on track was with Lance. An incident that was his own fault. “He’s at fault, not you. None of this is your fault.”

“They are going to say I was asking for it or something.”

“In those fireproofs? The only ones asking for it are me and Oscar… for obvious reasons.” He chuckles proudly at his little self compliment.

It also manages to get her to crack something of a half smile. “Are you complimenting your own ass?”

“And what if I am?”

She doesn’t eat anything despite it being sat in front of her. Soft foods are the only thing she’ll be eating. Her throat, albeit not as bad as it could've been (thank you F1), is still damaged and needs to rest as much as possible.

They had to keep her for observation due to where the head wounds had been. It’s been a rough thirty-six hours, but they are managing.

Despite the hectic situation, Max has come to learn that the female lying in the hospital bed is a better person then the rest of them. Oscar was detailing a full proof murder plan while she was telling him not to make it a bigger deal then it is. To which Oscar politely put his ten step plan with four contingencies down and told her that it’s ‘what he had coming to him’.

Max has not had to stop someone from assassinating a rival before, but Oscar seems like a reasonable guy. “Death is too good for him.”

“Mm, you’re right, I’ll just make sure he doesn’t die then and can’t see my face.”

“Or, we make his life a series of inconveniences! I feel like daddy’s money could get him good therapy. It can’t solve every minor problem.” Lando has a gleam in his eyes.

Him and Oscar start pouring over ideas once more. The girl simply shakes her head and goes back to eyeing her pudding like it’s assaulted her. “I don’t want to leave here, Max.”

“Why not? I’d assume you want to go home? Sleep in a comfortable bed?”

“Out there, they can get to us. Here is safe.”

He considers how to reassure her. Only, there is nothing he can think of. The truth is that outside of this hospital room, there is no guarantee they won’t run into trouble.

“I can’t promise that we'll never have something bad happen again. But-” He looks to the McLaren duo brainstorming ways to make the Aston Martin garage regret existing. “We’ll be there for each other. We’re here for you. When you want us and when you need us, yes?”

“Pinky swear?” She extends her pink to him.

Max accepts and curls his pinks around hers. “Pinky swear.”

~~~♡~~~

It’s not fair really, that they had to leave to go do things. Lando would prefer he at least stayed with her so she isn’t alone. Alas, they are preparing for her discharge and he had to run around getting things together for their trip back to Monaco.

He comes back to a partially opened door and smiles at the other two boys being able to get back before him. Then again, as he gets closer he can hear the angry tone. One that Max uses when he’s pissed off about something.

Lando panics and rushes inside. Only to be met with the sight of the last person he wants around right now.

Now - he wouldn’t say he’s prone to violence. Lando prefers to keep the peace when it comes to conflict unless he’s trying to piss someone off on purpose to get a reaction. This is not one of those times.

Lando’s knuckles collide with the Canadian’s jaw faster than he can fully become aware of what he’s doing. Lance stumbles backward and holds his jaw, glaring at Lando like he’s the one in the wrong here.

“Get out!”

“We were just talking-”

“I said. Get. Out.” He’s seething. The thudding in his chest becoming louder with each second Lance remains in this room.

He’s not prone to violence.

Really, he’s not.

Yet the second crack of knuckles into Lance's chin gives him some sick satisfaction. Isn’t there something about equilibrium? Can he pin this on restoring the balance or something? Regardless, he isn’t going to dent the fact that it feels good.

The nurses come running and start asking questions. Max and Oscar have to drag Lando away kicking and screaming.

Worse is when they try to tell him that there are pictures out on social media. Christian has been calling Max non-stop. Oscar has been dealing with Zak. Their relationship isn’t a secret and neither is their current location.

“They're sending us a different car to see if we can’t get out discreetly.”

“What happened with Lance, Lan? Are you alright?”

Everyone is panting. Their eyes trained on the door. “I punched him. I restored the equal-brey-um… thing.”

“Equilibrium.”

“Yeah that!”

He’s not sure how they get on the plane. He’s still amped up about the whole punching thing and running purely off adrenaline.

They’ve been sitting in silence, mulling over their options. Creating statements they can put out. It’s hectic and they keep trashing them because nothing fits.

The female has been apathetic. The last thing she wanted was for this to get out and now it has. Seemingly everything is flashing before her eyes. Her career will be gone soon enough, so what’s even the point?

“Don’t post anything. We don’t have an obligation to confirm or deny the rumors. If anything, we can say that you were just driving me to the hospital and being good friends or whatever.” She won’t look at them. Still - Lando can hear how upset she is, the waiver in her voice. “I’m going to be kicked out anyway.”

“Christian said-”

“Damn what Christian said! He knows this isn’t going to get any better and if I say who it was then Daddy’s Money is just going to pay his way through.” She's hyperventilating now. Her body collapses against her seat and Oscar makes an effort to get her to lean against him. “It’s not fair!”

lando Can’t help but share her feelings.

~~~♡~~~

She stays holed up in the Redbull garage the next weekend. The appearance is hard, people want to ask her questions. Her boys had been caught in the middle of the riptide and haven’t come back to shore yet.

At least she’s here. She’s trying her hardest to look stronger than she is. On the inside things are falling apart.

The team knows to give her space and not ask about the ordeal. She takes refuge in Max’s room when things are too much and the other drivers keep their distance.

They know it was one of them. She’d been adamant on not saying who it was, but it’s obvious there are sixteen who it could have been, given her partners insistence that none of them go near her garage for the time being.

She just wants this whole thing to blow over. She wants to lay in bed with her lovers and not flinch when they go to touch her.

She knows, however, that until she deals with things that healing can’t happen like it should. Or at least, that’s what her therapist says. The one she is now required to see.

Things get worse when she’s back in the car. Her media duties are limited so she can focus on driving and ‘listening to her body’ as her physio likes to say.

She can’t hear her body over the sound of her mind going staticy as Lance closes in on her. The catalyst for everything. She panics and ends up in the wall. Not the worst crash ever, but certainly hurts her pride more than it has already.

The thing is, it keeps happening. Even as she’s able to let her boys back in. As her podium finishes start to come back. Her fireproofs (which they’d gotten her all new ones) start to feel comfortable again and she doesn’t feel the need to be out of them the second the race is done. Still, Lance is using this to his advantage.

Finally, after he almost killed her on track (again), she’s had enough.

The trial goes better than she thought it would. Despite the money differences, Lance won’t be able to race anymore. It’s not some grand spectacle either, just an announcement like usual. It’s more the closure she needed versus the publicized drama it could have been.

She wins the next race.

“If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.”

“It’s been over a year now, Lan. I’m getting better.” There is a genuine smile on her face. The car awaits to take them back to the hotel. It was here that it happened. She almost considered not racing because of it.

“Lando got a taste of blood and now he’s feinding for it.” Max has a comforting hand around her waist. A grounding presence.

“I mean, I never threw away my murder plot…”

“You’re a genius Oscar!”

She shakes her head. It’s not like any of this has been easy. It never is. Still - her boys are here and they’ve been so patient.

“There’s her smile.” They all beam at her.

She smiles back.

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shh-om · 1 year

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Hello, how would Mammon act to mc breaking up with him? Saying they aren’t compatible and it wouldn’t work out for them.. Would they get back together?

Please make it dark as possible

hi anon! i saw your afab request — almost all my works will be afab bc i feel more comfy writing it as i have more experience with it! idk how many words i typed this right into tumblr im guessing ~400?

i thought about writing out something and it didn’t get very far T_T since its been about a week i’m just gonna post a little text :/

cw ; non con , somno , impregnation , being forced into a relationship? toxic relationship

You can’t do that to him, MC, you can’t. He’s your first man, come on, he’s your first and should be your only.

Mammon was overjoyed when you agreed to date him - making it official - and now you want to get rid of him after only a couple months? That’s absurd, and stupid, and cruel.

Why would you tear his heart out like this, after how much he’s shown he cares? No… you can’t break up with him, not for a human life. He can give you a human life, he’ll get a visa— Please.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Mammon. It pains me to do this, it does, I still love and care about you. I just want to start a new period of my life, and I can’t fit going back and forth to the Devildom into that.”

You don’t have room for him? Time for him? He can settle down with you, MC, he can give you the new life you want.

“And your gambling… I need a stable income. Mammon you understand me, right?”

You have a point, you do but he can’t let you slip by, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Mammon’s Master Plan to Keep You with Him Forever <3

He asks to have one last sleepover with you in the human world, pulling out the puppy dog eyes and everything.

When you concede and make your way to sleep that night Mammon makes sure to keep you under the cloud of dreams as he crawls into your bed.

He’s so careful as he takes your pajama bottoms off, sliding your undies to the side he starts pumping his cock, making it drool as he thinks about what he’s about to do.

You haven’t roused by the time he slips the tip between your thighs, and thank his Father that by the time he’s planted an inch or two inside you, you’re still snoring soundly.

Mammon makes sure to cum inside, praying that you get pregnant. You wouldn’t abandon him when you’re with his child, would you?

(And don’t think about aborting it, he’ll know and he’ll just sneak in and do it again~)

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me lemon #obey me shall we date #obey me mammom #mammon smut #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x reader

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fromsoftgirl · 2 years

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it's huge on me despite being a small but i still love it <3

#this is still the same eyeliner from friday btw #it lasts forever #literally love the design sooo much #i knew i needed it the second i saw it #but still it does go down to my thighs T_T

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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Mikan x Reader x Nagito SFW and NSFW hcs

request; Mikan x Reader x Nagito SFW and NSFW hcs, please!

warnings; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, TW!!! Syringes and needles, NSFW, panty-gagging, bondage, minor blood play, fear play, knife play, kinda yandere territory?? Idk, just kinda dark content, taboo, reader has gender-neutral parts and pronouns\pet names, cussing, riding, thigh riding, minor dacryphillia, kinda all over the place

note; sorry it took so long! I had to play a bit sdr2 to get a better idea of Mikan’s character lmaoo- also, I feel like I focused more on Mikan rather than Nagito, and for that, I’m sorry T_T It’s just that, I had already written a Nagito NSFW hcs, so I didn’t have much to write? But don’t worry, I still wrote a lot for him, just not as much as Mikans. Hope you enjoy <3

≈SFW≈

◊ A relationship with the two would be kinda high-maintenance. Seeing as how they are both self-deprecating, you’d have to constantly take care of them and angrily love them until they get the fact that you love them no matter what, into their thick-skulls.

◊ I think if Mikan ever said something self-deprecating about herself, Nagito would immediately shut those thoughts down, praising her about how radiant she and her hope is. Throwing in some, “How could you say that about yourself? You’re exceedingly hopeful and remarkably generous to be with someone such as me.” ––And now it was Mikan’s turn to shut his thoughts down, “But N-Nagito, you and S/o are the ones w-who are so nice and generous to me! Uuaaa! I-I’m sorry to have made you say such things..! I s-should’ve kept my mouth shut!” It’d kind of go back and forth like a ping pong ball of shitty self-esteem.

◊ Nagito is always shocked whenever anyone of you say self-deprecating things, you always catch him off guard. He still finds it unbelievable how people as talented as you two, say such terrible things about yourselves. He goes on a whole hope rant until your heads hurt, successfully emptying out your mind of self-loathing things and filling it with fucking pain.

◊ If someone ever decided to pick on Nagito, he wouldn’t care, he’s convinced he deserves it. But when he sees someone picking on his hopes? Bitch what?

◊ He’s actually pretty protective of the two of you, he takes offence himself when he sees someone bringing down his hopes, something he worships. How dare they? Especially since he knows how sensitive Mikan is, he gets reasonably heated. Even so, you won’t catch Nagito being very obviously angry, his poker face is surprisingly effective. Unfortunately, Nagito’s face is too cute effective to seem threatening. It’s almost always his words that send the oppressor sprinting for their life, never his grim expression.

◊ Remember, Nagito is willing to do anything to preserve hope, anything. Leading to him muttering shit like, “The perfect sacrifice!” and, “Well hey! At least you won’t be dying for despair, you’ll be dying for hope!”

◊ Something I feel like Nagito never forgets to do, is to say common greetings, and phrases, like; “Good morning!” or, “Dinner’s ready!” He doesn’t know why, but it always makes him feel really happy when he says that; it's like, a way to prolong the normality of his life with you two in it. Of course, being the boyfriend of two extremely talented people, and being the ultimate lucky student himself definitely doesn't guarantee normal, he still likes to think and act like the life he's living is just a little bit normal.

◊ He does all these things mostly because he wants to make you both happy, he wants that gratification that he’s doing alright. So give the man some well-deserved praises, he’ll flush and kiss you in thanks, despite not being 100% convinced.

◊ It makes Nagito really happy whenever the two of you tell him you love him. However, if either of you had trouble saying ‘I love you’, he wouldn’t be too bothered. He may love receiving praise from the both of you, but he loves giving it more.

◊ I head-canon Nagito love doing domestic things. Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he craves a normal life, a life without any ultimate talents that he has to worry about. Doing domestic things makes him feel human, more relaxed, letting him forget about the danger that always seems to follow him.

◊ Nagito would be happy cleaning anything! Even blood :D!

◊ Mikan is always worried about disappointing you both. The pedestal that Nagito puts her on, kind of freaks her out because she feels as if she has to be perfect for him. So please, please, please reassure her that she’ll always be perfect for the both of you, no matter what she does; it couldn’t change anything.

◊ Mikan can’t really relax at all, she’s constantly overthinking about what she wants to say without it seeming offensive and freaking out terribly when she slips up. So I think that when she sleeps, it’s the most precious thing ever. She overworks herself a lot by doing hospital work, sometimes torturing herself by staying up to go over all the guilt and embarrassment she experienced during the day.

◊ So when Mikan finally falls asleep, she sleeps like a rock. She only ever gets sleep when her body physically cannot handle it anymore, despite the things she says about having good sleeping habits, she seems to believe it only applies to you two.

◊ I head-canon that Mikan doesn’t like getting touched suddenly, so before she passes out from exhaustion, make sure you warn her before cuddling her. She’ll probably just mutter out something incoherent, but it’s good to ask.

◊ You and Nagito both aw over how adorable she looks as she sleeps, she looked so soft and peaceful, not a single trace of worry on her delicate features.

◊ Cuddling with Mikan and Nagito would be a dream. Mikan is extremely warm, almost like a human heat pad. Nagito is always cold, his feet and hands that brush against your skin and hers always make you both shiver. Even so, the mix of temperatures are surprisingly pleasant.

◊ During winter, Nagito would cling to the both of you for dear life, his naturally cold skin combined with the weather feeling like death.

◊ Eventually, Nagito would get sick and Mikan would have to take care of him. You and Mikan both teamed up to nurse Nagito back to health. Mikan doing most of the professional stuff and you sterilizing her tools and getting her stuff.

◊ Mikan becomes noticeably more confident and assertive when she’s in the ‘nurse zone’, and to be honest, it was kind of hot. Watch as you tell her that, and her whole stern attitude dissolves as her cheeks turn as red as Nagito’s sickly red cheeks. Ugh it’s adorable

◊ Mikan is really happy being in a relationship with the both of you, as she constantly has this fear of being hated and unwanted, being with the two of you and having you both show affection to her on a daily basis, makes her feel overjoyed. Yet, she still has a big fear of messing up with you both and screwing up her entire relationship with you two.

◊ Even though you reassure her all the time that you’re not with her because you pity her, she still has that thought gnawing at the back of her head at times. Coming back to torment her as you tell her you love her. Even so, she couldn’t care less if your love sprouted from something worse, she believes she should be thankful for even the slightest attention you give her.

(random head-canon)

◊ So we all know Mikan’s(almost disturbing so) obsession with syringes, right? So to satisfy her urge for using syringes, you and Nagito had a plan that you thought she would love(you mostly did this so she would stop asking if you wanted shots-). Recently, Nagito had been taking some baking classes in secret and he had learned about this thing where people would inject stuff inside buns and pastries. Like, custard, chocolate filling, etc. And he immediately thought of the syringe-crazed Mikan he and you both shared a mutual love for.

◊ So now you’ve all created a tradition where whenever Mikan is feeling down or craving the way the needle sinks into human skin, you and Nagito would bake together and make the custard and everything, whipping out the food syringes for Mikan to play with. When she first caught sight of the syringes, she was a bit confused, “T-there are shots f-for… bread?” After giggling at her confusion, you explained what the technique was, Nagito demonstrating as you explained. After watching him swiftly push the filling inside the plump bun, she instantly felt the need to try it!

◊ She tried her best not to seem too eager, not wanting to scare you or creep you away. Ultimately, her efforts were wasted as you saw her giddy smile and bounce in her step as she copied Nagito’s movements.

◊ The first few times were a fail, as a result of Mikan feeling really bad for messing it up. Though before she could apologize, you quickly shoved a bun in her mouth. “MmpH??”

◊ Very delicious! aaand very effective for shutting up self-deprecating boyfriends and girlfriends.

≈NSFW≈

◊ I head-canon for both Nagito and Mikan to be into fear play. Mikan enjoys giving fear play, and Nagito enjoys receiving it so it works out perfectly!

◊ Though I bet this isn’t a popular opinion, I think Mikan is secretly a dom.

◊ During the foreplay, she’d act all subby, letting you bite at her neck and letting out cute moans, fooling you both completely. Her subby personality was just a ruse, you soon learned after she started pinning you down. As things get more heated, Nagito finds himself tied and you find yourself, gagged by her own panties.

◊ Mikan kind of loses it a bit during sex, so you’d have to remind her occasionally not to get too rough because once she’s in her dom headspace, she forgets everything except for the fact she has two perfect subs for her.

◊ ^^ In all honesty, you’d have to be in a relationship with Mikan for a long time for her to finally reveal that side of herself to the both of you.

◊ Small parts of her sadistic side would show, but you would brush it off as her being bratty. Clearly, that was not the case.

◊ Mikan enjoys sex because sometimes she feels as if that’s the only time she can be comfortable enough to truly be herself and not overthink if you didn’t like her or her kinky side.

◊ Nagito is kind of like, the perfect pet for Mikan, he’s always aiming to praise and please you both, and so she thought he was the perfect little cumdump for her.

◊ Mikan and Nagito are definitely more on the giving side, with the rare occasions where Mikan would want you to pleasure her instead.

◊ She is very demanding when she wants you to make her feel good, unlike her usual self. It gives Nagito and you whiplash, but it also gives you a rush of anticipation. You both are basically her loyal pets that she can do whatever she wishes with, whatever it is, it’s all up to her. So you’re both just eagerly waiting for her next instructions, despite knowing that whatever she says, you won’t be able to deny. You both completely submit to her, and she loves it.

◊ If she felt like you both needed a punishment, she would have you ride her thigh, each of you humping one of her legs desperately to get off, chanting her name like a fucking prayer. She’d gently caress both of your heads as you both grunted and whimpered from her muscle bouncing against the parts where you needed it most.

◊ She definitely has a mistress and/or mommy kink, for sure. She loves the power trip.

◊ Seriously though, imagine both Nagito and Mikan sucking at any parts of your skin they come in contact with. They wouldn’t let you breathe for one second, overstimulating and fucking you until you see stars. Your body would be writhing and twitching from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you received from the two, you felt as if they were teaming up on you and giving you a double combo kick to your genitals-

◊ Mikan would be straddling your upper torso with her thighs, Nagito going down on you behind her. He’d wrap your legs around his head, letting you pull his head closer to you with your legs. Mikan would be grinding against your stomach, her back arched as she leaned down to nip at the skin of your neck, holding your arms above your head with one hand, a small knife in the other. You craned your neck away from the knife she held against your throat, moaning weakly as she pressed the blade against your skin slightly.

◊ Your eyes glossed over as you tried not to flinch away from Nagito’s mouth that was overstimulating you–quite intensely, might I add–, yet your efforts were futile as you ended up arching your back suddenly, accidentally pressing your skin on the blade as a result of the fervour from the third orgasm Nagito had given you. Mikan’s sadistic giggles filled the room as you whimpered at the burning feeling on your neck, her leaning down to lick your small wound clean.

◊ “You know darling, I could just slit your throat at any time, any time at all.” The intense way Mikan stared at you sent shivers down your spine, “I have complete control, you don’t have a choice in this matter.” Gliding the tip of her knife down the middle of your chest, almost as if she was planning to carve you open. “Isn’t that amazing?”

◊ Nagito loves fear play, he entrusts his life entirely to the both of you, so just the rush of knowing your most loved and trusted ones could kill you at any moment, gets him off in a twisted way.

◊ If Mikan ever held a knife over his abdomen or throat, he’d go crazy, He’d buck his hips into your hips that rode him, as he whined and begged for Mikan. He didn’t even know exactly what he wanted, he was just babbling nonsense. His moans get louder the more Mikan presses her knife against his skin, she would have to choke him to shut him up.

◊ While Mikan played with the knife and his life, she would have you bounce on his dick despite his dick being flaccid, and you being overstimulated. It didn’t matter if it fucking hurt, you will take it, there’s no argument.

◊ Nagito gets off on that euphoric rush of adrenaline caused by the tip of the knife digging into his chest, he can’t get enough of it. Moans mixed in with borderline psychotic laughs as he felt his body instinctually twitch away from the cold blade. Mikan would lightly slap his face, a punishment for flinching away from her, “You can take it like a good boy, right? I know you can. Because you’re just a little pet aaaall for me, yeah?” Nagito laughed out several affirmations, bucking his hips up into your overstimulated hole from pure animal instinct.

◊ You nearly screamed from the pressure of his up against your sweet spot, eyes widening from fear at Mikan’s head slowly turning around to look at you. Nagito let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding when Mikan changed targets, letting Nagito take a small breather before she probably destroys that cute little ass of his.

◊ “So cute~ Ah, Is darling crying?” She spoke in a faux-innocent tone, tilting her head at your submissive nature. “I-it’s a-a lot!” You sniffled, whimpering at her predatory gaze, “Love,” Her sadistic grin making you flinch, “I don’t care.”

◊ For aftercare, it’d take some time for Mikan to recover from her headspace. So you better enjoy it while you can, because clingy confident Mikan is a treat! She’ll nuzzle herself into your arms and Nagito’s, holding one arm from each of you. “My darlings look so fucked out, so beautiful, I wish I could see you both like this forever.” Her tone of voice was soft, she spoke almost as if she was reading a bedtime story to both of you.

◊ Once she does snap out of it, she gets scarily silent and red for a few minutes. Trying not to think about and drool from the images and noises you both had made, that she had imprinted in her memory permanently.

◊ If she ever left you with small cuts after sex, she’d always treat them before you went to bed. She doesn’t want them to get infected the next day!

◊ To be honest, after seeing the rough fingerprints, hickeys, and cuts on your bodies, she doesn’t even feel an ounce of guilt or regret. She enjoyed every second of that moment, it’s something that won’t leave her mind until the next time you all do this again.

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shinsukesgf · 3 years

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BAD IDEA.

issei gives you a punishment for being a brat— one that you weren’t so familiar with.

↳ includes : mean dom!issei to soft dom!issei, daddy kink, sorta bratty reader, heavy degradation, humiliation, face slapping, slight choking, breeding, squirting, use of the word cunny

a/n : this umm kinda bad imo bcs i havent written smut in ages so pls bare with me !!! T_T

You made the horrible mistake of being a brat, to try to get under Issei’s skin and on his nerves just for the sake of it. You knew how he was when he gets riled up, fingers twitching, teeth grinding & a cold smile pulled on his lips. Admittedly, you realised that this little plan of yours was very risky however the thought of seeing Issei in that state made all of your concerns float away.

Maybe it was the way you were just so touchy and feeling up Oikawa like that during the group’s gathering tonight. Or maybe it was the way you clearly let Hanamaki look at your body with a lust filled gaze, practically eye fucking you. Perhaps it was you complimenting Iwaizumi, going on about how muscular he’s gotten & how he’s just oh so strong. well it was one of these reasons— maybe even all of them— that led Issei reach his tipping point.

“Get up, you brat. We’re fucking leaving,” he spat out, bruising your wrist as he dragged you out and to the car. The voices of his friends go unlistened, them telling him to calm down & to stay for just a little longer. He could give two shits about what they think, after all they contributed to this little problem at hand. He’s gonna take you back home and teach you how to be a good girl like he always does, end of discussion.

“You think that was funny? Messing around with my friends right in front of my face, huh— being a fucking brat,” He spoke once you two were finally in the privacy of your home. That tone, he was using that tone of voice he only uses when you seriously fucked up and when he reached his limit, which was not often. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t afraid of him but you couldn’t help getting aroused & pressing your legs together at the sight of Issei like this.

“I asked you a fucking quesion, whore.” The sound of his large hands hitting against your face echoed around the room. Naturally, tears filled your eyes as your face continued to sting from his slap. “No, daddy. I’m sorry for being a brat. I'll be better next time, I promise. Please forgive me,” It was purely embarrassing how quick you were to fall into submission for Issei but nonetheless, you always did.

“Ngaw come on, don’t tell me you’ve given up that easily. Where’s that confidence of yours you had back then? You were brave enough to piss me off, now you aren’t brave enough to even look me, doll” His laughter could be heard from above you, your teary eyes fixed on the ground— too afraid of looking him in the eye. “I- I’ll be good for you now, daddy. Please just forgive me.” You could hear how pathetic you sounded like in your own ears, Issei must’ve thought the same.

You felt his fingers on your chin as he lifted your face to get a good look at you— tears damping your warm cheeks and lips shaking & quivering as you looked into his dark and intimidating gaze. A smile stretched on his lips while he was enjoying the sight before him. You were always so pliant and innocent— so easy to get you on your knees for him. “I’ll only forgive you if you take your punishment well, how ‘bout that hm?” He wasn’t asking, it was more of a statement.

Your eyes followed Issei’s figure as he took a seat at the study desk in your shared room with all the composure in the world. He flipped a notebook open until he found a blank page and got ready a pen, as if he was ready to study and wasn’t calling you whore mere moments ago. “My lap. Now,” You quickly scurried to him, still afraid to disobey him. He had you face the desk while your back was flush against his strong chest, your waist held tight by his arms as well.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, You’re gonna write down for me I’ll never be a brat ever again while I fuck your cunt and you’ll only stop when I cum. If you stop writing without my permission, I’ll stop as well. Got it?” You dumbly nodded your head as a response. “Good girl,” Your heart fluttered in your chest even from the simplest praise from Issei.

Issei freed his hard and leaking cock from his pants and pulled your soaked panties off. Moans erupted from you as he sank you down on his cock, stretching that cunny of yours open. No matter how many times Issei fucked you, his cock was always a struggle to take in. Your cunny burned as Issei pushed more of his cock into you, stuffing you to the brim as he finally bottoms out. You held onto the desire to immediately start bouncing up and down on his cock, already wanting him to ruin your insides.

And in that split second, Issei let go of everything he was holding back on and let loose. He instantly started fucking you with much vigor, wanting to release all his pent up frustration from the day. Your fingers were turning white from how tightly you were holding onto the pen— trying to stay focused and write down the lines Issei told you to. Oh but the way his cock was filling you up, hitting all your sweet spots with every thrust was too addictive— you were moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Write down those fucking lines, slut,” His hand striked against your face to get your attention. You really wanted to but you couldn’t function with the way your cunny was getting abused by Issei. You barely managed to write down the first line, hardly intelligible with your messy handwriting. Grunts and soft moans could be heard coming from Issei as he humps your cunny— practically using you like a sex doll to satisfy his needs and only his. But you loved it, you loved every single second of this. That's when you feel Issei's thrust come to a halt, completely stopping.

“Stupid bitch. I told you I'd stop if you stopped writing. It looks like you’re not even trying, whore,” He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled on it, arching your back. You mutter out apologies and began writing again, just desperate for him to start moving again— cunny clenching and fluttering around him.

“Dumb brat. You only think with this cunt of yours, don’t you? Whoring yourself out to my friends like that. You don’t even deserve my cock in you,” His cock was splitting you open once again— the tip hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Say it, say you’re nothing but a cockhungry brat,” Issei’s hand snaked to your throat, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m nothing but a cockhungry brat, daddy!” You used whatever energy you had left to obey his request. That familiar coil in your stomach was growing, you were close to cumming, oh so close. Issei's thighs burned as you digged your fingernails into them, leaving crescent shaped marks on them.

“Close to cumming already huh? Such an easy bitch. Beg for it,”

“Pleasepleaseplease I needa cum d-daddy. Need it so bad p-please let me,”

“Go ahead, baby. I want you to make a mess on me,”

And with that you fall over the edge and gushed all over his lap, embarrassingly soaking him with your cum. Trembling and shaking, you stayed there on Issei's lap— chest heaving up and down as you gasp for air to steady yourself. His fingers comb through your hair, lips leaving small & soft kisses on your neck & collarbones. “Always such a good girl for me,” He muses, you could hear the smile in his voice.

His kisses on your neck become more harsh and passionate— desperate for something more. “You gonna let me fill you up real nice with my cum, yeah?” Meekly nodding, you gave Issei the green light to continue.

He started humping your tight cunt again, this time with more affection and feeling. He loved hearing you squeal and tremble as he fucked you— you always made the prettiest noises.

“Daddy’s gonna fill this cunny of yours with my cum. I’m gonna breed you and stuff my cum deep inside of you,” He moaned out against your skin as he got closer and closer to his release.

“Please daddy, breed me. Want your cum in me, please,”

Issei grunts and curses as he shoots his load into you, his warm cum filling your cunt up. Shivers run down as he feels your tight cunny clenching and squeezing around him. He pulled you closer to him— chin on your shoulder and arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“I wasn't too harsh on you, was I?” He mutters out, almost breathlessly.

“Not at all, Issei. It was perfect, really,”

“Hmm I’m glad then,”

“Sorry for acting up. You know I love you only, right?”

“I love you too, princess,”

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gh0styyt0astyy · 3 years

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hii! If it’s not too much could you possibly write something with Ler! Deimos and Lee! Sanford? Something like Deimos being in ultra Ler mood and completely wrecking Sanford (as well as teasing him a ton while he does it?) >~<

(also, i’m 100% one of the non tickle blogs that likes your posts hhhhhhhh but I love your blog so much)

✨ [I gotchaa~] ✨

( HEY GUYS HOW ABOUT I RESPOND TO THE RIGHT ANON THIS TIME :SOBS: ALSO ANON THANK U FOR UR PAITENCE AND UR STILL 100% ALLOWED TO STAY HERE AND INTERACT AS MUCH AS U PLEASE )

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⭐️ [Summary] — Deimos is having one hell of a boring day… but luckily, he knows just how to remedy that! (Ler!Deimos and Lee!Sanford)

two simple words: oh shit

key:

deimos

sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] —TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt(s)]: Deimos in a hella Ler mood and wrecking Sanford

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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Deimos tapped his shoes against the wall, flicking his thumb up, and down; and up, and down… watching as small flames emitted from his fingertip before dissolving. Flick. “...1,203.” Flick. “...1,204.” Flick. “...1,204- wait- shit, lost count.”

Eventually Deimos stopped lighting his finger on fire and stopped leaving footprints on the wall, belting out a loud, “UUUGHHHHHH.” He was so incredibly bored, that he was pretty sure it could be considered a crime now.

There was nothing to do that day, Hank was off doing....Hank shit, probably off on a self-set mission. (Why couldn’t Deimos have tagged along? That’s just not fair!) How long had it even been since Hank had left? Deimos didn’t really pay attention to the clock. But it felt like it’d been ages since anyone was around. Deimos was so, so incredibly bored out of his mind. Maybe Sanford was around, and maybe Deimos could find something to do with him!

Deimos slithered off the sofa, landing on his back and rolling backwards onto his feet. “Sanford?” He called out, walking through the base as he looked for the man in question.

“Saaaanfooooord.” He dragged out, looking into each room, until… “In here, Dei.” From the living room! He was just there though? Maybe Sanford just got back. Deimos’ face lit up in a grin as he darted off to the living room again. “SANFORD! Oh thank God someone’s back.” Deimos launched himself at Sanford, clinging to him and hanging off the ground. Sanford made a surprised noise and held Deimos close. “Christ! Dei, you gotta stop doing that.” Sanford groaned, no real anger behind his voice.

“But whyyyyy? You always catch me!” Deimos whined, nuzzling his cheek into Sanford’s neck. Sanford made a stifled noise as he put Deimos down. “Yeah yeah, one of these days though…” Sanford laughed, going to put his weapons up.

Deimos watched as Sanford headed for one of the rooms, shedding himself of his hook and guns. Did Sanford really expect Deimos to glaze over that noise he made? Deimos’ face suddenly scrunched into a mischievous grin. He thinks he just found the cure to his boredom…

Deimos quietly trailed behind Sanford, leaning past a doorway to look at the man; Sanford currently had his back to Deimos. Perfect.

It was hard to keep down the planning giggle in Deimos’ throat as he walked up behind Sanford. Sanford literally couldn’t be more aware of him.

Sanford seemed to miss that Deimos was, indeed, in the room. He raised his voice slightly to talk. “Hey Dei! Did you wanNAAHA-!” Sanford’s voice went up another octave as he felt fingers curl into his sides. “Dude!” Deimos just grinned again.

“So you’re ticklish too!” He sounded like he’d just solved every problem ever. Sanford stood there for a moment. “Well, I mean— Deimos I don’t like that look,” he turned around completely, backing against the wall. “Hehehe~.” Deimos snickered, flexing his fingers in a claw motion. “Oh shit!” Sanford quickly dipped around Deimos and he booked it out of the room. That’s fine, Deimos liked the chase.

“STAY BACK BITCH!” Sanford screamed over his shoulder, swiveling around the doorframe and booking it into the living room. Deimos bolting out of the room and quickly following Sanford— launching himself over the sofa. “SAAAAN! COME BACK!” Perched on the arm of the sofa, Deimos jumped and landed on Sanford’s back. The two went down with a solid *thunk*, Deimos sitting on Sanford’s back. “Gotcha!” Sanford lifted himself up on his elbows and looked back at Deimos. “Dei- Dei come on wait a second—!”

“I’m waiting?” Deimos said, tilting his head with a little grin.

“Let’s— um.” Sanford didn’t think he’d get this far, honestly. “Let’s… talk about this…?” There was a thick moment of silence. “Okay! What do you have to say?” “…”

Deimos was such a little shit. “Uh…” Sanford stopped, thinking. “…Hey what’s that over there?” Sanford pointed in a random direction, Deimos looked off in the direction and yelped when he was almost thrown off Sanford. He gripped the others shoulders and then he curled his fingers into Sanford’s sides again; quickly downing the man again. “AHAGK!”

“You are so rude.” Deimos huffed, clawing away at Sanford’s sides. The downed man in question tried to twist around his hand flailing to try and hit away Deimos’ hands. “Gyeahahak! Ohohoff! Get ohohoff!”

“Mmm. Nah.” Deimos said, shaking his head. “I’ve been bored all day, and now one of my favorite people is back! You think I’m just letting go this quickly?” Deimos honestly struggled to stay atop Sanford with the sheer amount of squirming he was doing. “Staahahahaap!” Sanford laughed, trying to push himself up with his elbows. “Sorry I don’t really speak laughter. Can you say that again for me?” Deimos teased, scratching against Sanford’s skin. “I wonder if you’re ticklish anywhere else?” Sanford shook his head quickly. “noHOHO! Noho! Nohot ticklish anywhehehere elsehehe— gyEAKAHAHA!” The wobble in Sanford’s laughter and the way he fell back down betrayed him as Deimos pinched the man’s thigh. He mocked an offended gasp. “You are! And you lied to me! You just don’t stop do you?”

“I’m sohohorry!” Came a muted snort from Sanford. Deimos couldn’t help but snicker as he looked at Sanford. What a doofus.

“I think I gotta teach you the meaning of being nice!” And then Sanford let all hell break loose. “OHOHOHOH SHIHIHIT— DEHEHEHI WAHAHAHAIT!” Deimos pinched away at Sanford’s thigh, occasionally going back to his side— or tormenting behind his leg. “San we talked about this. I don’t speak giggling! Or laughter. You gotta use some words here,”

“PIHIHIHISS OHOHOHOFF!” “Ow, my feelings.”

Sanford tried to kick his leg out, trying to disarm Deimos from him. But Deimos was adamant, the little cockroach. “Come ohohohonn! Stoohohohahap!” Deimos hummed in fake thought. “Maybe I will! If you apologize to me.”

Sanford groaned through laughter, his forehead hitting against the floor with a muted thump. “Fohohohor whaahahahat? What did I dohohohoho?”

“Well first off, you tried to throw me! Rude. And then you lied to me!”

Sanford made an indignant noise. “Deimohohos I’m— gyahahahak!” “San, I don’t understand what’s so funny? Did I say something?” Deimos grinned again, deciding to bring the torment back to Sanford’s sides. “Oh! Or maybe it’s my charming looks? I know, I’m pretty.” As if to prove his silly little point, Deimos made a swiping motion over his visor, like he was pushing back hair.

“Chaharming my aahahahass!” Sanford shot back. “You rude little bitch!” “GYEAHAHAHAHAK- I’M SOHOHORRY IT’S A FORCE OF HAHAHABIT!” “I don’t want your apologies anymore! Now I just want to wreck your shit!”

Deimos was very determined at this point. As to what the determination would bring him closer too, Sanford had not a clue. But it didn’t last long (even if it felt like forever to Sanford), because the door swung open to reveal a bloodied up Hank, who stared at the pair on the ground.

Deimos and Sanford both looked around to Hank, and the three all shared a stare in silence, Sanford letting out a shaky “hhaa—“ of a breath.

“…”

“H- Hi Hahank,”

“…welcome back Hank!”

Hank just offered a quiet nod as he shut the door and made his way to a different part of the base. And with Deimos distracted, Sanford quickly rolled over, sending Deimos off the other way. “AAGK—“

The pair looked at each other for one moment… two moments… three moments, before Deimos started scrambling up, Sanford hot on his heels.

“HEY HANK I GOTTA TELL YOU SOMETHING!” “DEIMOS YOU RATTY BASTARD!”

#ghosty.replies #ghosty.keysmash #writing #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #mc tickling #lee!sanford #ler!deimos #hank is there too but not long enough to be tagged lmfao #SORRY AGAIN FOR REPLYING TO THE WRONG ANON THANKS FOR BEARING WITH ME T_T

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incoherentbabblings · 3 years

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Rank all of Steph's costumes plus the Future State, 2 Nightwings, Future's End, and E3 Batwoman suits?

Again this will be controversiallllllllllllllllllllllll. Again we are also going on aesthetic. And my personal preference. All Steph’s are good (literally) but some please my eyeballs more. Sadly, this does mean... short haired Stephs to the bottom of the pile please!

9) Batwoman from Earth Three

I honestly think it’s the shoulder pads and the mohawk. It defies gravity and not in the fun Bart Allen defying gravity way.

8) Future State Batgirl/Spoiler

People say she reminds them of a Naruto character and sadly(?) I don’t know anything about that I just know that the brown hood is displeasing, the hair is no fun and where did her eyeball go. Who pinched Stephanie’s eyeball. Give it back please. Otherwise I actually quite like the cozzie from the neck down. Look at them hips and thighs.

7) Nightwing Steph

No more buzzcuts for Steph please X( Otherwise yeeeey She looks grand.

6) Cass’s Batgirl Costume

It’s Cass’, not Steph’s. Stephanie somehow manages to take the best bat costume ever and make it non-threatening. She’s too wee and pouty and blonde. It still is the best costume, but it’s not Steph’s.

5) Batgirl/Spoiler/Whatshername

This sits right in the middle. Slapping a bat on a good outfit does not necessarily make the costume better. This may be contradictory considering the rest of the list.

4) Original/Revised Spoiler Costumes

Both are great. The shoulder pad of her original outfit is so of its time and so pointless but the strap in general is great at breaking up the solid purple/eggplant. You’ll see why I placed it below the top three in a second. I said I was biased.

3) Robin Steph

How her hair doubled in volume when putting on that costume I do not know how but I do not care. Her wee elbow pads and hair band and her little skirt it’s so cuuuuute.

2) New 52 Spoiler

This purely wins over pre New 52 because her hair is free and you can see her grungy eye makeup. All the best elements remain they're just updated so now Steph has an actual costume budget (although where this costume came from was never explained. Steph apparently has a 3d printer I guess). Also her hair is free. Pretty girllllllll.

1) Batgirl Steph

Honestly actually who’s surprised. Bright eyes big smile blonde hair golden belt aesthetically pleasing but useless thigh strap purple accents... oh my golden girl how you shine!

If you want me to love a Steph costume the answer is simple. Big hair. Don’t take that from me. She needs it. I need it. Don’t chop it all off T_T

#dc #ask and i'll babble #stephanie brown #Anonymous #batfam meta

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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Since you're taking requests can you write a smut fic of Liam and MC📝 pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Thanks for the fic request anon :)

if y'all want to send in any requests my inbox is open and you can refer to this prompt list.

Word count: 1.5 K words (damn I crossed the limit T_T)

WARNING: DIRTY TALK, SMUT AND NS*W!! IF YOU CLICK ON THE READ MORE TAG,THEN YOU ARE CONSENTING THAT YOU ARE 18+ AND ARE CAN VIEW SUCH WORKS

Author’s note: I’m taking part in this week’s @wackydrabbles and the prompt will be in bold

Also this is my first time writing Liam X MC so I hope you like it heheheh

forgive me if I make any mistakes

Lover

It had been six months since Anastasia had be crowned queen of Cordonia yet, her role as a queen seemed natural to her. Her strong political science background had been a blessing, but the ease with which she slipped into her duties almost made it look like she had been destined to be a ruler.

She was kind and ruled with a fair hand. The people of the country loved her and the neighbours acknowledged and appreciated her uncompromising and generous nature.

But, it wasn't just her. Liam had also matured and evolved as a ruler. The both of them worked like a well oiled machine but at the same time, they pushed each other to do better. Just like iron sharpening iron.

There were moments where they disagreed but that only strengthened them and their love for each other.

So it wasn't really surprising that Cordonia flourished under their rule.

A knock resounded on the Mahogany door of her office. "Come in." Ana said without looking up from the papers.

"Your majesty, we have got a correspondence from Princess Marguirette and the Auvernese." Her assistant spoke up as she entered the office.

Standing up, she walked too the bookshelves, taking out an old book on Cordonian law. "Give it to me, Reya."

"Well the good news is that Princess Marguirette has agreed to opening trade for textiles and pulses. She plans on coming down here in a week to hammer down the fine points."

A satisfied smile made its way to her face. "That's good. And what about the Auvernese?"

"They rejected the treaty."

Ana let out a harsh breath, and straightened her blouse as she muttered. "Well, I expected them to that after the entire pissing contest I had to endure the last time I met them."

"Anything else your majesty?"

"No. That would be it Miss." Liam spoke up from the entrance of the door, as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms.

Reya bowed her head and walked out of the room. Ana's blue eyes brightened as she saw Liam walk towards her.

"Hey there stranger! How is negotiations with Amalas going?"

Liam let out a groan as he wrapped his arms around her. "Could go better. She is a stubborn woman."

"As all good monarchs should be." As she slid her arms around his lean waist, looking up at him.

"That's correct, but still tiring. But, there is joy in doing it for our people, you know?" His dark eyes meeting hers.

"I get what you mean. It feels like I'm a mom and they are our children."

"That's the perfect analogy. Side note, you would make a great mother."

"You would make a great father too. Together we can conquer everything, love."

Liam grinned and bent down to kiss her chastely. Ana let out a sigh of content as warmth and happiness rushed through her veins.

The kiss was short, much to her disappointment. "Come with me I have a surprise for you." Interlocking their hands, he tugged her, forcing her to fall in step with him.

They walked down the beautiful gardens of Valtoria, the evening breeze a relief from being coped up in the study all day. They chatted about random things and it felt nice to just pretend that the weight of the world wasn't on their shoulders.

Liam looked around and stopped Ana, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Close your eyes."

"Whyyy? I will end up tripping and dying."

"That's why you have me, Ana. I won't let you fall." Sighing, she complied and Liam's warm hands covered her eyes.

After walking a couple hundred metres, Liam stopped and dropped his hands from her eyes. "Open your eyes."

Ana opened them and what she saw before had her gasp. "Oh my god."

It was a quaint gazebo on the water, which had climbers creeping up the pillars. The climbers bore beautiful purple flowers. The roof of baby blue in colour and the intricate designs on the fence were beautiful. Fairy lights were strung and candles were set on the stairs which made the entire place look magical.

"Happy six months, my queen."

Her head snapped towards Liam as realisation struck her like a train wreck. "I can't believe you remembered and I forgot. I was so busy and it may have skipped my mind. Fuck, I'm so so-"

Putting a finger on her lips, he stopped her mid rant. "Now, we won't have any of that here. There is more."

"There is more?"

And there was.

Pillows and blankets were strewn on the floor and a picnic basket lay in the corner with a bottle of wine adjacent to it.

Liam pulled her towards the gazebo, excitedly. "What are you waiting for. Let's eat. Chef Gustav made some spectacular meals which you would like."

-------------------------------------------------------- "So... How did you like your surprise?" Liam asked as he looked down at Ana, who was comfortably leaning her head against his chest.

Her blue twinkling eyes looked back at him. "This was the best gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you Liam."

"Only the best for my love."

She shook her head. "I just feel guilty that I couldn't pull a romantic gesture for you. You deserve the best too."

Kissing her forehead he spoke. "No. You are a gift in my life and I am so greatful for that."

Ana leaned back, smirk playing on her lips. "So if I'm a gift... Does that mean you are gonna unwrap me?"

Liam chuckled lowly at the joke, a heated gaze landing on her, causing a shiver to go down her spine. "Do you want me to?"

"It's our six month anniversary, so why not?"

That being said Liam surged forward and pressed his lips against her soft ones. It started slow but in an instant it became urgent and desperate, as if someone poured gasoline into a fire.

Without breaking the kiss, Ana straddled him and ran pushed his jacket off his shoulders. Liam's fingers nimbly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the swell of her breasts.

He bent down and placed fiery hot kisses up her neck as she threaded her fingers through his soft black hair.

Pulling him by the hair, she forced his lips back on to hers. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip which made him groan and push his hips against her heat, indicating her effect on him.

Liam's hand wandered to her back where he unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts. In a fluid motion, he grasped her by the hips and laid her down on the blankets, before climbing on top of her.

Getting on her elbows, she panted. "You are way too dressed for the ocassion."

"Shall we remedy that?" He spoke as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly and tantalizingly. Ana growing impatient reached to help him but he just pressed her hands against the pillows.

"Now, be a good girl and keep them right there. If you move them, I will have to start all over again."

Wordlessly, she nodded and Liam pecked her lips before shedding his shirt of, the strong planes of his chest, gleaming under the moonlight.

His lips kissed and sucked the sensitive skin of her collarbone before making his way down south. The moment his tongue swirled around her breast, she arched her back, feeling her insides turning into liquid.

He placed lazy wet kisses along her stomach which had her going crazy. "Please Liam."

"Please what?" He asked as he unbuttoned her jeans.

Lifting her hips, he pulled her jeans and underwear completely baring herself to him.

"Taste me." She pleaded.

Throwing her legs over his strong shoulders, he nipped her inner thigh before burying his face into her womanhood.

Ana's moans wafted through the night sky and it felt like music to his ears. "Look at how much you need me." He spoke in a husky voice as his tongue lapped up her arousal.

"God yes." She breathed out as she felt his deft finger enter her.

His tongue teased her sensitive bud which had Ana trembling. Involuntarily, her hands sank into his hair, her nails raking the scalp.

Almost immediately, Liam's hand clasped her wrists and he pinned them against the pillows. "Tsk tsk. What did I say Anastasia?"

"Liam stop playing and fuck me."

Liam chuckled lowly and pressed his lips against hers. And at that moment, he sunk into her.

She feels so heavenly...

He started slow, letting her get used to him before picking up his pace. One of his hands grabbed her waist to keep her in place, his fingers digging into the flesh. His hips snapped and he pounded into her relentlessly, pleasure coursing through their veins.

With every stroke, she was pushed to a new high, a new level of euphoria. She was so close and so was Liam. He could feel his lower spine tingle and abdomen tightening, which made his strokes shorter and faster.

"Come with me, Ana."

And she did.

Like a coil snapping, she climaxed. Shockwaves of pleasure rushed through her making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Liam groaned and buried his face into her neck breathing heavily as he dumped his load, her walls squeezing around him.

After a few minutes when their breathing returned to normal, Ana wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead. Liam snuggled into her and pulled a blanket over them.

"I love you Liam."

"I love you too, Anastasia."

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taetaespeaches · 3 years

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From the creators of “Lydia found out she can upload pictures and gifs into your ask box” here comes “Lydia found out she can submit text and stop spamming you with so many asks”.

Because, my love, get ready, this is really something. And I’m sending it today because I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, I’ll work half day and then I’ll go get new glasses because your girl is going blind and annoyed.

Please just answer this whenever you want, no pressure, this is.. a lot. I’m sorry in advance.

First of all, my data finished because of tete’s vlive, I didn’t noticed they were on instead of my wifi, I felt so stupid lol, but girl DID YOU SEE, is it me or does he looks more mature and holy shit so sexy ?????? what the fuck Taehyung, I’m actually asking, what the fuck? I want to know what is up with the fuck.

In other news, Jin and poopsie are moving in together. I’m in love and I’m totally Peaches chasing down that cup to put it in the trash. I do that, does Peaches also slow down when a pigeon is walking in front of her? bc I do that, they just don’t care and I’m like ok fine pigeon go ahead, they’re funny lol- but that was just lovely, I can’t stop thinking about how GOOD tae looks, although I laughed bc if there’s something my mom hates is when anyone makes noises while eating and Tae is the master of it. I kid you not, my mom wants to slap me and gets SO angry when I do it (I do it just to mess with her lol) but yeah, I’ve shown her videos of tae eating like that and she’s like NO, GOD NO! it’s so funny! because she loves him and doesn’t want to see him doing that, I think he looks adorable and maybe I would slap him too but hey, he enjoys food. He a baby. Must protect.

And in other/other news, you killed me with hobi/petal because I started writing this right before you post that and now I’m just adding it in here: you killed me because, I was just starting to go about those pandemic and awful year topic, I was reading it in the bathroom and I almost cry, my precious babies!! T_T and OH! how much I want to go for a walk! I need it, yesterday I walked a little, but didn’t enjoy it, we were just getting lost looking for the pizza place.

But srsly, walking is so good ??, months ago I could feel my anxiety burning my soul, it was awful and one morning on my way to work we always saw people exercising and stuff and I realized all I wanted to do was RUN. so we started going for walks in the afternoon after I got off work (we stopped for a while bc A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENED) but that first day I walked like no one else lol, I could feel my thighs crying but hell I wasn’t stopping, and I just felt so so so so much better! it was amazing.

Well, there ya go, a health tip: go for walks, if you have a dog I think it’s better, I saw so many dogs I was thriving lol. Now my knees are killing me because they do nothing but sit all day.

But yeah, as I was saying: Liv, I’ve missed you, and I would love to say that it was because I’ve been busy or doing something fruitful BUT NO, I’ve been like a zombie these past 2 weeks because I’ve slept till late some nights and everything’s weird, christmas was fun but also weird, my cousin couldn’t be home bc covid and it’s just weird, then I couldn’t see my bf till yesterday bc he was sick (not covid), and I don’t know, it’s like everything is fine but it still feels weird, you know? Petal says this shitty year is coming to an end but damn if I enjoyed the fact that I found Bts, I don’t remember what it was like before and I don’t care.

I’m so grateful, I was a big one direction fan, but I can’t compare, you know? I was younger, I was in school, I was a different person. And now, I’m still young *cough*, but I’m not in school, I have a job and I’m different, and in a lot of moments when I need it, BTS say “hey, love yourself!” every chance they get! and even if there are a lot more moments when I think “I can’t, nope, not now” I probably don’t love myself like I should, but I can say that I WANT TO, and I never make new year’s resolutions, I don’t want it to be a “I’ll do it next year” thing, but maybe I’ll take that will and aspire for something. This year Covid was the least of my problems, family, friendships and relationships have been fucking HARD and I am freaking scared, not gonna lie, there are a lot of things I have to think about, to decide and act on. But I’m also grateful I have other friendships that I got to renew and helped me keep going. So so grateful.

And I’m so grateful for you, I’m happy I found you because believe me when I say you helped a lot too. Just the thought that I can come here and express whatever thing, whatever novel I write for you: from how sexy I think Hobi is - to also have the trust and talk about anything else, even when we don’t really know each other, I don’t expect to get anything back from you but I get so much and it’s refreshing so THANK YOU for that.

I got a little cheesy, I want to cry. But I mean it. I appreciate the hell out of you and your existence. This is me, I can start by saying Hey Tae’s so sexy and finish with I love you, Liv. I wish you forever happiness.

Happy new year, queen!! 🍾

Here’s a picture of my Christmas tree last night with it’s new lights because the ones I bought last year failed on me and I was so angry I went to amazon and bought these for 25 dlls! - And a picture of my cat (her name is Spinelli) from last christmas, because well… I thought the world should see her, she cute.

(I promise I won’t do this often, I’ll send normal asks. I just thought it would be easier lol)

Stay safe ♥

Hello my lovely Lydia!! I’m cackling about what you said about Tae because those are my constant thoughts lmao. Like how in the fuck is this man so sexy??? And he has that intensity about him just my fucking god Kim Taehyung. The man you are today, sir. I am quite literally in love with him. Also I’m giggling at your mom’s reaction to how he eats- I can definitely see how it would annoy some people haha. I adore the way he eats, the pout :(( he looks so pure when he’s eating I just wanna kiss his cheeks lol.

Yay for Jin and Poopsie!!! And honestly, Peaches is so relatable for the quirky little things she does and how embarrassed she gets for doing them lol. She probably would stop for pigeons- also that’s adorable, you’re cute.

I’m glad you discovered that walking makes you feel good and healthy!! It definitely does, I need to start working out more in general. I used to be really consistent but ugh this pandemic has killed all motivation for fitness haha.

I’ve missed you too!! I definitely understand the zombie-like state, with the end of the year along with a pandemic and then just regular day to day life, it’s a miracle any of us are functioning these days. And exactly, even though it was a shitty year, I hope there’s something we can all be thankful for or look back at as a positive. Find those dang silver linings!! Mine would be that I got more in touch with myself again. I think I’m finally on track for being enough for myself and being my own source of strength and happiness and that was my goal for this year. So even though this year fucked us all up quite a bit, at least I have that. And of course, always thankful to bts lol. I can’t believe I’ve been a fan for three years now, how fucking crazy is that?!

I’m sorry this year was tough on you beyond COVID, I’m wishing for better times for you in the new year. You absolutely deserve to love yourself and I hope you get to the point where that can be true. But honestly, wanting to do so is fucking fabulous. Keep going, Lyd!

Lastly!! I’m so so so grateful that you found my blog and actually sent me asks, like oh my god I love seeing you pop up in my notifications and inbox. It makes me so happy. You’re an amazing person, my love, and I’m very thankful to know you. Thank you for not only supporting my work but for being an absolute gem to talk to!! I adore you <3 thank you for your friendship, even if just on this silly app. I hope you’re happy this year and beyond!

p.s. your tree is so pretty and YOUR CAT IS THE CUTEST LITTLE FLUFF BALL I LOVE HER!!! Give sweet lil Spinelli a cuddle for me <3

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blushingbaka · 4 years

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saeko;

|| summary - if you drink enough, you swear you’ll wake up next to her

pairing: saeko x reader genre: post-breakup angst w/ sprinkles of fluff warnings: mentions of alcohol and intoxication length: 1.2k

✰ a/n: this is a fic based off the song talia by king princess bc girls can break your heart too T_T this is the first piece of writing i’ve posted on tumblr, and im so excited !! i’ve wanted to create content on here for the longest time, so i finally took the leap! i hope you enjoy some saeko crumbs, and ofc feedback is always appreciated :))

The jovial mood that a friday night elicits envelops you through the sound of animated conversation, glasses clinking, and lighthearted laughter. It defines the cozy yet lively ambiance of the bar closest to your apartment, and you try to lose yourself in it. In the wooden barstool beside you, your friend from high school is smiling brightly as she recalls an embarrassing crush, and you laugh along with her trying to play the part.

But you’re a bit too aware that your laughter is forced and that you seem to pitch in a beat too late. It’s an awkward sensation how you feel almost out of step with time. Even the noises that create a cheerful atmosphere around you begin to sound like white noise.

You wish you could blame this sensation on the amount of alcohol in your system. You’re on your third drink. No. This is the fourth. You suppose that qualifies for borderline wasted, but recently you’ve felt this way even sober. Going through the week has become nothing but a collection of black and white moving pictures that does little to entice you. Refusing to view your surroundings in anything but this muted fashion rouses a bit of self-loathing in you as you’re aware you only feel this way because of her.

Dissatisfied with your drink that no longer seems to burn your throat, you trace the rim imagining for a second that it is smeared with her red lipstick.

“It makes no sense to drink out of my glass when you have your own” you slide your drink out of reach, watching as a childish pout takes form on her face. Reaching out for your drink, she wobbles in the tilted barstool, and you find yourself instinctively grabbing her hip.

“You have no problem swapping spit with me any other time” she declares rather boldly abandoning her quest for your drink. She leans toward you, and the heat of her palms on your thighs and her signature cheshire grin elicits a shiver down your spine.

“And if it’s the red lipstick that’s the problem,” she continues taking advantage of your flustered state. “You should know it’s going to end up on your lips anyway” she closes the distance between you, and you know she’s the real reason for the warmth licking your insides.

Trying to ignore the pang in your heart, you don’t even realize your friend is waiting for your response until she lightly shakes your shoulder.

“Sorry what was that?” you force your attention on her, ignoring the concern lingering in her eyes. For your sake or hers, however, she continues speaking seemingly unfazed.

“I was just commenting on those people wasted in the back” she nods her head to the sparse group of people clumsily dancing to the music. The bar doesn’t even have an official dance floor, but they seem content enough with the space they’ve created for themselves.

“Honestly it isn’t even eleven yet” your friend scoffs, clearly humored. You become transfixed on a couple engrossed in each other’s movements, and you feel the tug of a genuinely fond smile. Catching a glimpse of someone with blonde hair behind them, you realize how badly a part of you yearns to join them.

“Everyone is staring” you mumble, cheeks feeling unbearably hot as your girlfriend steals the attention of everyone in the bar with her loud, off-key singing and impromptu dancing. It’s just the beginning of happy hour and it isn’t that kind of bar.

“Just keep your eyes on me. That’s all that really matters” she firmly cups your cheeks pulling your face towards hers to engulf you in a kiss. Your lips easily move against hers, and it’s a feeling kin to intoxication when she takes your bottom lip between her teeth and gently tugs. Her hands slither down your body, igniting every inch of skin that she touches, and you allow her to guide your hips in swaying to the music. All you see is her, and you become so entranced by those bright and restless eyes that you don’t realize you’ve started dancing freely on your own. And when she spins you, giddy laughter bubbles from your lips.

Fuck.

Your head is spinning. You somehow manage to unlock your door and remember at the last second to bid your friend a farewell. Even in your drunken haze, you can feel the awkwardness hanging in the air between you.

“I’m sorry” you blurt instead of saying goodbye. Your tongue still feels heavy with guilt of snapping at her when she offered to walk you home. You gave her a curt reminder that she didn’t even know where you lived, but she still insisted anyway. You suppose you should be grateful that she treasured the remnants of your friendship enough to put up with you tonight in your despondent state.

You were desperate to be with anyone that knew the person you were before her. You avoided any of your mutual friends, refusing to acknowledge the pity in their eyes, refusing to have other people see you as some abandoned half, and absolutely refusing to hear about what she was doing now. With how dry your phone has been recently, you suppose they were avoiding you too.

For yet another time tonight, you barely listen to words your old friend offers you, and you give her a half-hearted goodbye. You are thankful for the sliver of moonlight that stretches across the hallway of your apartment, making it impossible for you to be completely shrouded in darkness. It’s like a bitter aftertaste in the way it also illuminates the space that her favorite pair of heels used to occupy. Unlike the other times she had left, this time she took all traces of herself with her. Trying to ignore those empty spaces, you clumsily remove your shoes, kicking them to the side. Your fingertips trace the cool wall as you make your way to bed, using it to keep you steady.

It’s ironic how people may have said you were the sun in the universe of you and her, providing constant warmth and stability. If that was true, why are you the one now aimlessly spiraling off into the void with an unshakable coldness?

You fall at the foot of the bed, burying your face into the covers. It should be easy enough. Take off your clothes and crawl into bed, but your limbs feel incredibly limp. You could probably fall asleep right here if it wasn’t for the insistent prodding atop the crown of your head.

“See this is why you always have to share your drink. You’re too much of a lightweight” you force your head up to see her sniggering, and you use your remaining consciousness and energy to softly tackle her onto the bed.

“Say that to my face” you slur entwining your legs with hers. Each time she begins to speak, however, you kiss her words away forcing her to hold your head firmly in her hands, her breathy laughter fanning across your face. She gives you one final peck, eyes sparkling with adoration.

And that same adoration coats her words when she whispers, “I love you”

The piercing sunlight invades your slumber and it’s a crude reminder that the space beside you is empty. The pounding in your head is agonizing, but not as excruciating as the ache in your heart. How foolish of you to think that any amount of alcohol would allow you to wake up next to her.

Saeko.

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hollyhomburg · 5 years

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Call Me Yours Pt.3

(Ot7 x Reader) (Hybrid Au!) (Blind! Reader)

Summary: You never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence.

Pairings: (Human! Hoseok) x (Human! Reader) x (Wolf hybrid! Namjoon) x (Dog hybrid! Seokjin) x (Cat hybrid! Yoongi) x (Tiger hybrid! Taehyung) x (Bunny hybrid! Jungkook) x (Cat hybrid! Jimin)

Tags: Established relationship, Mentions of Hospitals, Indications of hybrid Mistreatment, Panic Attacks, hurt/comfort

W/c: 4.5K

A/n: I Had to split this chapter because it started to get way too long! a few reminders- This is a Sequel! All Parts are under my master list as Part of the “Dance To This” universe. ALSO- I do not separate my tag list from fic to fic. there is only one tag list, so if you want to be tagged- go to the link in my bio and like that post.

- In the next few days after the first impromptu afternoon meeting and the following weeks, the 4 of you become extremely accustomed to the company of Hoseok and his hybrids.

- Not that you have much of a choice when Hoseok’s three hybrids eventually get bored after they wake up with Hoseok, kiss him goodbye before he goes to work, eat breakfast, play video games, and come over to your house to bother Seokjin, Namjoon, and Yoongi.

- Luckily this is usually some time after you sequester yourself on the second floor. Usually, you’re Determined to get some work done even if the promise of cuddles and seeing the 6 of them interact is more than a small distraction. The few times you don’t manage to make it up before 11 you end up with a lap full of a very cuddly Taehyung or Jimin for half the day.

- But, you and Hoseok do need to work, regardless of what you often find each other texting in the morning- though you’re fonder of voice messages.

- It’s usually a welcomed mid-morning reprieve after the giddiness of 2 cups of coffee has worn off. Which feels ridiculous, because you’d only just seen him last night- it wasn’t like you’d spend any time apart and yet, and yet you’re stopping everything to pick up your phone when it dings. The drone of his office the clicking of pens and shuffling of papers behind him as he breathes into the mic, his voice low enough and quiet enough that it’s husky “I should warn you,”

- “I think Jungkook is going to surprise Yoongi with a water gun today- he shot Jimin with it yesterday and he jumped like 5 feet in the air- and Taehyung and Jungkook spent like 40 minutes laughing at him. Just a polite heads up that Yoongi might be traumatized.”

- You replay the message at least a half a dozen times before you respond. Happy to hear his voice in your office and imagine for a second, that you worked in the same place. As foolish as it seems. Seokjin tells you that you’ve been watching too many office themed dramas.

- You giggle at Hoseok’s message- taking a short break to send him a voice note back. “I will do no such thing, but I will have Seokjin video record it for you, and start planning Jungkook’s funeral, did you want lilies or roses?” you text Seokjin.

- Sure enough, A few hours later. You hear a shriek of Yoongi and a shrill yowls of “you brats!” through your open window as the three younger hybrids (Jimin included because there was no way he wasn’t going to take the opportunity to tease the elder cat hybrid) dash to find a hiding place with Yoongi on the hunt. Taehyung hiding behind Namjoon and Jungkook unceremoniously jumping the fence.

- Seokjin sends the video to you, and you send it to Hoseok, and he sends you back another message, just him laughing before he rapidly sends another “fuck- I’m so glad that I went to the bathroom before opening it- Jesus Christ my stomach hurts, Yoongi looked about ready to- fuck” he wheezes. And you send back a stream giggles. And Hoseok definitely doesn’t replay the message half a dozen times and wish he could take off early from work just to hear it in person.

- Definitely doesn’t think of doing that- because like, that would be something someone who like- had a crush would do- and Hoseok definitely can’t have a crush on his cute neighbor. Who also may or may not have hybrids that may or may not also have crushes on Hoseok’s hybrids, because that would be ridiculously complicated for a bunch of 20 somethings to handle.

- Hoseok was just beginning to get the hang of loving 3 people instead of just Jungkook. And loving 4 others would be dizzying, and why the fuck is he thinking about love when it’s obviously just a crush.

- Especially When Hoseok can definitely definitely not have a crush on his incredibly cute neighbor. So he goes back to work, and concentrate on the stocks and bonds and projected growth estimations over the next quarter. And absolutely does not have the growing pink heart emoji next to his neighbor’s name in his phone (you know- this one 💗 because it’s Hoseok’s favorite emoji, and is also- kind of apt for the situation)

- Back in Namjoons garden, exactly 43 minutes away from Hoseok’s office if you speed on the highway, The three of them end up in a pile on the grass by the end of the day, all vendettas involving water guns forgotten.

- Taehyung licking against Yoongi’s hair and grooming him. Jungkook cuddled up with Jimin half in his lap and half in Yoongi’s. They quickly pull Namjoon and Seokjin into the pile, exchanging purr (and chirping crunches in Jungkook’s case) in exchange for a plate of healthy snacks from Seokjin. (Those boys eat way too many bags of chips and chocolate in his opinion). Seokjin falls asleep to the gentle hum of conversation- somehow sleepy despite the fact that it’s barely the afternoon.

- Seokjin wakes up with his back against that grass, his head moved onto a more bony thigh than Taehyung. A small hand carding through his hair, fingers tracing feather light across his lips, his cheekbones, the arch of his eyebrow. And the sound of muted conversation notable absent. Seokjin cracks his eyes and looks up at Jimin. From this angle, he looks pouty and soft with his tangled hair, and the light hanging all hazy through the trellises, the white shirt he’s wearing so baggy the sleeves almost go to his elbows.

- Jimin catches Seokjin’s sleepy staring, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. “How are you so pretty Jin hyung?” Jimin murmurs, something heavy and almost half sad in his when he looked down at Seokjin. Jin smiles, and teases, “a little jealous Jiminie?” Seokjin lets the promise of a question hang in the air- what’s wrong, open up to me, tell me why you look so sad.

- Seokjin has never ever seen Jimin like this- or ever seen him be anything other than sultry confident, or bratty happy. Jimin sucks in his lower lip. Letting his hands do most of the talking against Seokjin’s scalp, his beautifully pointed years, the perfect silky hair. “No, I’m not it’s just-“

- “Jimin I was just teasing.” Seokjin says, nudging his head into Jimin’s hands. the request just as much about comforting Jimin as it is for Seokjin. letting others care for him has always been that way, and screw it, Seokjin loves head rubs. “I know.” Jimin seems like he wants to ask something, looking away from Seokjin “Would you mind if sometimes I-“

- Jungkook and Taehyung choose that moment to pounce jumping and picking them up (how the fuck that bunny was strong enough to lift Seokjin- he’d never know) and move them into a sunny spot as Yoongi fluffs out a heavy knit blanket and Namjoon comes out with a box of ice pops.

- Jimin’s words die alongside Seokjin’s screeching protests at being picked up. To which Jungkook only grins at and proceeds to hold Seokjin more firmly. Leaving the elder to wonder exactly what Jimin had wanted to ask about.

- In the past few weeks, there is no one that has been a more constant in your house than Jungkook, who will come over to help Namjoon with the garden nearly every day, and will text Namjoon things like Sorry hyung, say hi to the carrots for me, Hobi-Hyung took us all for hair cuts today T_T, but I’m thinking about keeping it long what do you think? if he doesn’t come over before 12.

- In the mornings Jungkook waits until he hears the slide of your porch door (Nothing could get past those large brown ears) before he bounds over to the fence in excitement, literally hopping and lifting his body over the side instead of going around the corner.

- “Yah Jungkook you’re going to land on one of the beds!” Namjoon will chide, hair still ruffly from sleep, and Jungkook will happily beam, “I’m a good jumper hyung! I won’t hurt the squash!”

- In the coming months- Namjoon will also go over to Hoseok’s side of the fence and - only with Hoseok’s explicit permission, because Namjoon is nothing if not respectful of the yard that is not his own- erect 4 raised garden beds with the help of Jungkook and Yoongi- who has a new found talent for making things.

- Jungkook loves gardening so much, and spending time with Namjoon just as much, he bugs Hoseok for gardening gear and it’s almost a shock when he comes over one day, with matching green gardening gloves, a canvas apron, and a matching set of green trowels and a straw hat with two holes pierced in the top for his ears (which Hoseok had cut very very carefully).

- Namjoon can barely look at the bunny; he’s blushing too hard. Last week Seokjin found Namjoon scenting the younger, His lap full of a very happy bunny munching on some of the fresh radishes that Namjoon harvested that morning.

- Which makes Seokjin coo and squish the Youngers cheeks with how cute he looks. And take about half a dozen pictures of him and Namjoon working in the garden because – wow, just wow, how is Jeon Jungkook so cute with his curly brown hair hanging in his eyes as he diligently weeds the window boxes.

- Seokjin comes up to your office to tell you such, rolling around a little bit where you’re stretched out on the floor with your computer in front of you (a change of pace to keep you on task) groaning, “ughh he’s just so cute? How do you handle having a crush when you can’t do something about it? Jesus, I thought I was done with this with Yoongi.” (said hybrid has currently disappeared with Jimin and Taehyung somewhere on Hoseok’s side of the fence and it’s a guess as to what they’re doing or where they are)

- You snort, Seokjin’s thigh pins into some of your papers as he rolls from his back onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “That’s easy you just do something about it instead of coming to your girlfriend and gushing about the cute bunny next door.”

- Your phone dings next to you, another voice message from Hoseok. Seokjin clicks it open and listens to it.

- “Yah you need to stop feeding them so much! I swear they can just get food from my house! They’re gonna eat you out of house and home! I promise the next chance I get I’m going to go to the store and replace all of the food they’ve probably eaten.”

- A laugh ends the message, and before you can stop yourself you’re smiling way too hard. You can tell Seokjin’s smirking before you say it. “Ugh- his laugh is so cute!” Seokjin replays it so you can listen to it again.

- “So gushing about the bunny is apparently less bad than gushing about the cute boy next door?” he teases, you shove his thigh away playfully in reply before he pulls you down, on top of the papers and all.

- Let’s just say work ends a very different way then you intended. With a shower in the upstairs bathroom after Seokjin explains that they’ll definitely be able to smell him on you if you go downstairs like that. Clothes all skewed and hair all ruffled, a small amount of rug burn in some unfortunate places that Yoongi 100% teases you both about later. Office sex has its downsides.

- You few stolen moments in the middle of the day, rubbing conditioner out of his hair as he tells you about Jimin and the curious question he’d never finished the day before. “I think Hobi mentioned something about Jimin drawing a lot the other day, that could be it?”

- Seokjin returns the favor of the conditioner, sliding your hair through his fingers appreciating how long it’s grown. Something primal in him both loving taking care of you, providing like this, and also hating that he has to wash his sent off of you. But it’s not polite to smell like sex around hybrids that aren’t your own.

- Taehyung will come over to help Namjoon in the garden too- sometimes; Namjoon can sense him watching through the crack in the fence, if he’s feeling bold he’ll peer around the gate by the side. Jungkook does a good job of dragging him over to your side and not leaving him alone. It’s a bit funny to see the massive bunny wrangle the whining tiger. The hybrid is still noticeably shy and quiet to an extreme around them.

- Especially the first time he tries to go beg pets from you during a workday, with you on an important call upstairs only to be stopped by Seokjin in the kitchen. “You can’t bother her when she’s working Taehyung” he chastises, the tiger’s shoulders dropping terribly low as he makes to leave, assuming that no one wants him here. Really he should just go back home and not be in the way- even if he like- really really wants pets right now, the touch starved ness reaching a fevers pitch inside of him.

- Seokjin is quick to stop him, hand sliding down to the nape of his neck and making Taehyung shiver. “but I am baking some pies today if you want to help.” The tiger’s ears perk up almost instantly. And though Taehyung might be the messiest cook that Seokjin has ever seen, spilling flower on the floor and getting preserve on his cheeks, it is really nice to have someone to nudge shoulders within the kitchen and show how to knead dough out to the right thickness. Even if Tae barely speaks except to ask careful questions.

- Hoseok and you have been dancing around each other over the last two months. Seokjin invites him and the hybrid trio over for dinner often enough to try and foster the affection that he can see in both of you. If Hoseok didn’t like you Seokjin would be incredibly surprised.

- Why else would Hoseok bring you sweet-smelling flowers and little things, stopping by after work with the pastries that Seokjin just happened to mention where your favorite the last time he was over.

- Why else would he lean in close and blush when you hang out on the back porch, greeting you with a hug instead of a hello. Not that you mind at all- Hoseok had practically grown up with Jungkook, so affection is more usual to him than the absence of it.

- The first time he hugs you is just after Jimin and Taehyung’s monthly check-up. Taehyung has to get a few shots- he’d missed out on so many of them when he was a hybrid working in the circus industry that the doctors were trying to play catch-up. Hoseok is used to the tantrum that he and Jimin go through every time that the 6th of the month rolls around. and hopes that they’ve forgotten about it.

- Hoseok had reminded Jungkook about it. In the kitchen the night before when Jimin and Taehyung were upstairs. Taehyung had unfortunately overheard from the hallway.

- Hoseok has so much trouble just getting him out the door to go to the doctor’s office. (he’d been planning on saying that they were going to the park and then pulling a fast one on them to get them into the car- but Hoseok knows that Taehyung must have found out or something)

- Jimin locked himself in the bathroom earlier but Jungkook’s managed to extricate him before Hoseok has had a chance to placate the frightened Taehyung and now Jimin stands next to Jungkook, holding his hand, More subdued and more still then he ever is, His tail wrapped around his pant leg for some form of comfort while Hoseok tries to convince Taehyung to let go of the beam in the kitchen.

- Taehyung has literally wrapped himself around it, “I’m not letting go until you call the doctors and cancel” and maybe Hoseok would be angrier if it weren’t for the fact that Taehyung is trembling- Jimin is too, neither of them wants to go. But they have to, and it breaks Hoseok’s heart to make them go. He reminds himself that he has too- he to not take them is to be like their other owners.

- So he picks up the phone and calls you. You are such a comfort to Taehyung that he thinks it will be good for him, that you might be able to convince Taehyung to let go of the beam. Of course, Seokjin comes too, walks into Hoseok’s kitchen to Taehyung shaking his head every time Jungkook tries to pull him off. Hoseok honey voice trying to bribe him with a trip to the amusement park (not that Taehyung really knows what that is).

- All Seokjin has to say is, “Tae, come on.” His voice nothing but a pure command for Tae. All the hybrids to straighten up, Tae has his head down, ears pinned to his hair and his hands sliding off the coulomb to hang by his side. “Yes alpha” he murmurs, suddenly contrite. Much to the wide-eyed surprised of everyone in the room- especially Hoseok.

- “Okay that’s new” Hoseok mentions, only to receive a well-placed elbow from Seokjin, “shut up” he hisses, the blush turning his cheeks bright bright red. Seokjin is definitely not used to being called alpha. No one- not Namjoon or Yoongi has ever referred to Seokjin as such.

- Hybrid dynamics aren’t all that new to you- but to Hoseok, who had only ever dealt with one other hybrid until recently, it takes some explaining for him to understand the connotation of alpha.

- (You end up explaining Later though on the phone. Hoseok ends up falling asleep on the other end, tired from the excitement of the day, it’s not the last time he calls, however.

- You make a habit of it, always after dinner, Hoseok will call you on your house phone and you’ll sit on your bed chatting with him for an hour or two, sometimes he’ll be doing the dishes in the background and sometimes Jimin will steal the phone to gossip about whatever cute thing Yoongi or Namjoon did that day, endlessly telling you about Seokjin and how the way to a hybrid’s heart is through their ears but also stomach.)

- Jungkook decides to stay home as there simply isn’t room in Hoseok’s car for all of them to go to the doctor’s office and you seem to have more of a positive effect than Jungkook does. He’d been looking forward to some music Yoongi wanted to show him anyway. The ride in the back of Hoseok’s car to the doctor’s office is long and bumpy. You sit in the middle back seat so that both of Hoseok’s hybrids can line themselves along your sides.

- Taehyung folded over your lap and Jimin’s head hidden in your neck.You run your fingers through Tae’s hair and hold onto Jimin’s hand. Murmuring comforting words to both of them the whole way.

- Even Jimin has lost his sunny disposition by the time you pull into the medical center, folding himself between Hoseok and you, looking small and scared eyes vacant in the wake of so much panic. Murmuring, “Hate this place” every time they pass a doctor and hiding under Hoseok’s shoulder. It doesn’t take much to wonder what happened to them.

- (Hoseok will tell you later on the phone, that after the circus Taehyung had to get some serious surgery on his knees, while Jimin had been so sick from neglect that he needed to be in inpatient care and a few rounds of antibiotics to get rid of some serious pneumonia before he could be transferred to the adoption center.

- You could imagine how traumatic that could be, could imagine that whatever doctor’s had treated them, they probably hadn’t bothered to explain to them why they were doing what they were doing- and left them in the dark about what was happening with their own bodies.)

- You’re steely and stalwart, holding Taehyung’s hand just as strongly as he’s holding yours, whispering reassurances every few feet. Taehyung’s knees knock the entire time.

- Through the entire check-up, Taehyung shakes and whimpers, golden eyes wide and terrified of absolutely everyone that approaches him. The only reason why he doesn’t push the doctor away (he’d done that last time and actually climbed on top of the counter) is because both you and Hoseok hold onto both of his hands through it.

- Seokjin is babbling in the corner, holding Jimin’s hand while he waits for his turn looking like he’s about to head to the gallows rather than the doctors wax paper covered table. Seokjin talks to them about the new videos he’s making for his YouTube channel to distract them. Telling them he’d love it if Taehyung and Jimin guest starred and decorated cookies with him one day. It isn’t a lie- but you can hear the distress In Seokjin’s words, how much he’s trying to comfort the two hybrids.

- It’s not surprising that Taehyung starts to cry when they give him the first shot, the big fat tears soaking the shoulder of your shirt even has you hum and scratch at his scalp. Jimin too when he gets his a few minutes later- you can tell he tries to hold back the tears before sniffling. Seokjin almost growls, narrowly avoids letting out the noise strangled in his throat.

- It’s nothing that ice cream can’t fix, though they both hold their arms stiffly and seem a little quieter on the way back. The adrenaline jump and then the come down make them both sleepy but twitchy. Hoseok takes a moment to text Jungkook when he’s a stop to pick up half a dozen ice cream cartons from the store.

- It takes a few hours and no small amount of cuddling That night on the stoop of Hoseok’s house, 4 of the hybrids piled on Hoseok’s dark blue hammock, the others fallen off on the grass giggling and happy as Jungkook uses his body weight to make it sway this way and that and Jimin cries, “you’re gonna break it!” Yoongi and Seokjin laughing from the grass, ducking to avoid the swinging feet. Already fallen off but punch drunk from a little bit of sangria that Seokjin had supplied and too much rocky road.

- Hoseok hugs you, startling you a little, but not unwelcome, his whole body lined up against yours, lithe and a little broader than you’d expected but firm and steady under your hands. His hand cupping the back of your head. he speaks through the thickness in his voice, and though you knew hoseok hadn’t been happy to do what he’d done today, you hadn’t realized he was close to tears. “Thank you- I don’t know what I would have done without you today, y/n I-”

- “Hobi” the nickname slips out without you realizing it, “it’s okay- I- I love them too much to let them be so scared on their own like that.” You can almost taste the smile on Hoseok’s mouth when he says that he likes it when you call him that. You pull away but stay a little closer than usual, and maybe it’s Hoseok’s imagination but you look like you’re trying not to show how happy you are.

- “This is starting to feel a lot like family isn’t It.” he says, you nod agreeing even as Jimin shrieks and falls off the hammock, much much happier than he’d been 5 hours ago. “Yeah,” you say, soft and heavy. And Hoseok can tell that you don’t mind one bit. “Yeah, it does.”

- Your new closeness isn’t missed by any of your hybrids and even when you go back to your own houses (albeit reluctantly) Jungkook and Jimin smirk at Hoseok, but don’t say anything.

- For the next few days, every time he thinks about it he groans and slaps his hands over his own flaming cheeks, Jungkook poking at them. Jimin’s sing-song voice teasing of, “Hoseok and Y/n sittin’ in a tree” Jungkook and Taehyung joining in for the k-i-s-s-i-n-g part. They must have heard it at the park the other day because he has absolutely no idea where they would have learned it.

- Hoseok starts to realize, every single time he gets a notification on his phone from you, your name popping up on his home screen, his heart beats quick and heavy. it Dosesn’t matter if it’s Another voice message or a text or a picture that one of them has taken, he can’t help but start smiling.

- One night after you send voice messages back and forth, you end yours with “sorry I’m being dragged away by Yoongi to cuddle, goodnight Bobi! I’ll see you tomorrow” and even after Hoseok sends back a “goodnight! sleep tight! don’t let the bed bugs bite” he still finds himself lying in his bed legs hanging off the side, Jungkook and Taehyung giggling from the bathroom, while Hoseok lies in bed and replays the message again and again just to hear “goodnight Hobi! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

- You know how little kids get? when they get so excited about going to some amusement park or zoo that they can’t fall asleep the night before. So excited for tomorrow to come that today somehow drags. That is exactly how Hoseok feels. Jimin sidles up to the side of his bed, listening to the message twice,

- “You’re crushed like a grape” Jimin nudging Hoseok’s thigh with his foot when the message ends. “You are so so fucked” he laughs, Hoseok whines. He replays the message and Jimin smiles, Pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead before he goes to join Taehyung and Jungkook in the bathroom. Whatever they’re doing it required not one but 2 types of bubble bath and dish soap and would probably inevitably damage Hoseok’s floor.

- “I feel objectified when you compare me to fruit” Hoseok complains, but Jimin just winks at him from the door, licking his plush lips and eyeing the little bit of skin at Hoseok’s waist where his shirt has pulled up- where Hoseok knows there are still hickeys, barely faded, from a few nights prior. “at least you’re yummy?” he says, before he’s pulled into the room by Jungkook and leaves Hoseok to wallow. “Woh! how did you get the bubbles that big?”

- And when Hoseok takes stalk of his emotions, feels his crush on you multiply, he realizes that he is absolute- irrevocable- pass the point of no return-

- Jimin is right, Hoseok is royally fucked.

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Völkerball liveblogging

Dear lord this took me so long to edit you better appreciate it

Reise reise

Oooo~ but I still like the Hellfest version more :)) (Till’s face during the Hellfest chorus will always be my sexuality)

Schneider’s costume is fabulous but I’ll never trust those curls

Also vampire Reesh that’s a good look

Asdfghjklthe vagina entrance XDDD they really had to

Hello nice legs

I’ve watched this only once because i don’t like the sound. Someone said Till was sick and I don’t know what actually happened but his voice kinda sounds like it, especially more towards the middle of the live.

But the chorus is still so nice~

The tongue via Till’s fucked up slut face

Olli’s really serious

"Ist kein Licht am Horizont" REESH DO YOU WANNA KILL ME?? That was one sexy face

I really love Till’s expressions i want to kiss his face

The eyes! And then looking up to the sky<3 (was there even a sky or was inside I didn’t even notice XD)

I really don’t like Paul and Flake’s costumes

Fucking god that entrance is craking me up

Links 234

Hei hei hei!

I love how they all march on the stage

Bwhbwbwhwbhwbwhw XD

That’s a nice middle to wrap your hands around, mr Lindemann

I love when he’s hittig his chest on “links”

THE FANGS

Paul means business XD

You can’t not sing with them during links

Oh the solo<3 sounds so nice live

Thank god my favourite person from this stupid band is also the one most filmes otherwise I would’ve been in trouble

Dem boobs XD

Keine lust

I thought it was Sonne for one sec

He kicked the mic stand XD

Now you can hear he’s a little raspy

Yes Till we know the lyrics’ meaning and also that you’re horny

The chorus sounds nice again, it sounds better when he’s actually siniging vs talking

Who’s foamning at the mouth over that patch of skin under his pants, I’ve seen people talk about that (unfortunately it’s doing nothing for me)

"kaaaalt. Soo kaaaalt" I’ll keep you warm bby just don’t be sad T_T

Ok but Flake’s headpiece is actually hilariuous gotta admit

I really want to kiss Till *opening his mouth like a retarded owl* I don’t think I want anymore

Feuer frei

That was his I’m ready to slut pose XD

DONT HIT YOURSELF YOU DUMB BABY

Ooooooh Olli got shirtless (what were they calling this?)

I really like RZK’s top

Of course he’s gotta bully Flake

Chumby

I’m really trying to focus more on image but the voice is such a big thing for me and it’s clear he has something

The masks!! I love those so much

„Jaaaa”

Wow Schneider’s drumsticks went out with a literal bang

Asche zu Asche

4 lines later I finally realised what song is >.< and only because Till began to sing...

DID YOU SEE WHAT HE WAS DOING WITH THOSE DRUMSTICKS?!? I knew why I had a thing for hands/fingers

Asdfghjkl Richard strutting down the stage with his little red stripe<3

He’s a moody goth and I love his look did he just put his hands on his hips? XD

Till’s cheeks! I want to pinch his face

Everyone’s favourite part and THE NECK TILT ok wow now that was hot

Tho I usually preffer the “In zehn Tagen” to RZK’s “Ich komm wieder” now it was the opposite (probably because I couldn’t see Till that well) and Reesh acting all sexy was definitely improving it

Go Flake go XD he’s so serious and by the end he’s having the time of his life meanwhile Till is having an existential crisis (another)

Olli’s abs are heeeeella nice

Till with his hand over his heart didn’t help his case

Yeah Richard ok you’re sexy i get it holly fuck I’ve never been more attracted to him

And now i’ll never be able to unsee the neck tilt

That ich kom wieder just unmade me

Morgenstern

Bath time XD

I really like when Till slicks his hair back

Dear lord the chorus thank you for your voice sir and congrats on it

I really like the general image of a bassist playing their bass (other verb I could’ve used was fingering XD that’s literally what he’s doing!!)

Ooooh the keyboards sound so nice<3

DON’T pluck your eyes out!

The fire part is really impressive

I love then Richard is doign his gay boy pose XD and then the closeup on him while bobbing his head

I need to say once again the chorus sounds wundershon

Mein Teil

The first 2 seconds I thought it was MHB

Paul and Richard walking towards each other<3

Aaaand the epicness begins!

Schneider is fabulous behind his drums, can’t forget about him

YEET

The tongue’s is at it again

FLAKE POPING UP WITH THAT SMILE CRACKED ME UP you demented human

People are rocking the hell out this song

“durch Engelsscharen” Till’s expression<3

And the maddnes begins. Wow it was shorter than usual... obviously, it was at the beginning

Flake has such a special style of running I can’t XD

Stein um Stein

And everyone is gonna talk about him drawing a house xD it was cute (considering what the song is about)

You’re being a slut again

Aaaaah I want to complain about the playback but I really can’t I rather prefer him with vocal cords. At least the rest of the song sounded excelent!

The little sound at the end of „sein” and his face: childish enjoyment while talking about fucked up shit. If this doesn’t perfectly summarize Till then I don’t know what does

Schenider’s smile

No but really beside the screeching parts he sung it so well!

Were they trying to film Richards crotch? Whatever he’s sexy

Another reason why I watch this only once before was me being kind of meh regarding Till’s look he’s my favourite after all I gotta act the part

Los

My fucking god Scheider’s legs! I fucking love thighs. And he has a nice ass too

Richard’s smile!! Don’t kill me

Is it me or does Till start to stare into space and look generally Not Ok (tm)?

„fucking mickey mouse” XDDD

Los is among the last 10 songs on my list I usually just skip it

I died when I saw him with a harmonica the first time

Flake and Olli XD

Don’t manhandle poor Flake (I really want to say I wish that were me but knowing myself I would probably just deck Till in the face XD)

The sunglasses are sick

RZK and Till headbaning<3

Rip (rest in pieces) to keyboard

Du riechts so gut

THE BOW! The cute flamingo pose aside, that bow is one of my favourite pyro effects ever

And then the synchronised bodybanging<3

That „pang” never sounded so good?

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN MENTIONED THE NECK TILT REESH IS SO SEXY HERE I CAN’T EVEN

The deepest he sings the lees you hear the raspiness

Lord! The whole audience just fucking went for it

Schneider’s muscles, Richard’s little smirk and Till zombie 2.0

Even more bodybanging. Flake is enjoying himself

WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY?!? (me to Richard)

Flake casually going back to his keyboards uthgjkhfzc that looked so cool and smooth

I promise I still drool over Till just... Richard is so prettily standing there! I cant ignore him!

The firesleeves are so cool and it looks so good, especially with them facing different ways

And freeze! Nice and dramatic

Till hammer time

That one guy really feeling the „DRSG” in the audience XD

Benzine

3 consecutive thought: it is Benzine fuck yeah, I can never tell if it’s Benzine or Keine Lust, Till’s terrified face

The most Rammstein song to ever Rammstein

Paul going wild XD but I still don’t like his hat

Flake is spazzing again

Du hast

Thank god I’m actually enjoying this song now, I skipped it for half a year

The drums and the beginning and the keyboards are <3

The tongue >w<

People are going wild

I like Richard’s dramatic gesturing. Pretty rockstar boy

The chorus sounds so good

Flake what is that on your head? XD is he a One Piece character?

Did he just casually shoved the mic into his pocket? XD

I much more preffer the newest effect from Paris onwards (which is also my top favourite)

Sehnsucht

This song has a very special and unique feel to it probably because it screams Live aus Berlin more than any other (and now I feel like watching LAB again)

It’s the chanting in the background probably

He’s sounding sick again :(

You have muscles in the arms (and probably legs too) and chumby in the belly it’s perfect

Lol @ Paul trying to look scary

„SEHNSUCHT!”

Ok Richard honey you can stop with the sexy neck tilt

He’s slapping the hell out of his guitar

Please stop pulling your hair out

Amerika

@Flake on that thing: wierd flex but ok

Sexy fishnet legs

Wow that’s a really soft and nice opening, pretty unexpected

LOL Flake taking off his hat like „sorry for your loss” but considering the song it’s expected from him XD

Beauatiful eyes<3

He’s just nyooming from one side of the stage to the other? XD

That eyeliner looks so fucking good on Till

Flake is suffering :)) (what the fuck was I talking about I can’t remember now that I’m editing)

Even Richard’s hair looks pretty! What the fuck??

The last scene with Schneider (and then his legs)

Rammstein

Those are some fucking guns he has right there

This is the most badass intrumental intro ever

“Scheeeeeein”

Oooooh so this is where that gif was coming from for some reason it thought it was Engel from MSG. Does this live even has Engel on it?

I love when drummers throw their sticks in the air and then catch them again

Ok the image of Till slowly backing off between Paul and Richard who were both vibing in their own way was really nice

Sonne

Schneider is enjoiying this isn’t he XD

For some reason this song doesn’t seem as energic as it usually is?

Was Till humping the mic stand? (more likely than you’d think)

Seing Flake and Till doing the hammer side by side is really funny, that’s some size difference

Ich will

Bye bye mic stand again

Till baby what did you do with your throat to make your voice sound like that?

Richard looking to the side during „ich will” hhhhhHhh

Let me slap that ass Till

I want to lick your face

Ohne dich

Ollie what are you doing

Asdfhjkl Flake comforting Till and the way he just rests his head on Flake’s shoulder is breaking my heart

Poor baby come here and let me love you

You can clearly see he’s trerrified

Lsnhxkvj his eyes<3

Nawwww they are kissing

I am silently thristing over Till don’t mind me

Please don’t cry T_T and then him looking over his bangs sfdghjkl

„is he... ya know” pose with a hand in the air Heirate mich style (aka Till Lehmann is a sub)

Look I know he’s suffering and all but I really can’t focus on that with all the water dripping off him

Stripped

No wonder I didn’t recognised the song it doensn’t even exist to me XD

Till pointing like „you. drop your panties. now” XD

I had half a mind to skip it but then I would have missed Till’s wonderful tongue performance

Was he flicking it to the rythm??

Hearing him sing in english is always so weird (I only recently rediscovered the gem the Children of the Sun is)

Richard what was that sexy face?

Ollie is braving the human seas, telepathy at its finest XD

Hmm that is a really nice lower back

Gangsta XD „how do you do fellow kids”

Paul is enjoying the show

Schneider has killer looks. Literally XD

YEET

Conclusions:

Half of it went really slow and then the other half went really fast? I don’t understand what happened

So this is the setting for Mit Dir Bin Ich Auch Allein... ok, good to know ;)

You sure this was a good idea 4 songs in and I already wrote 2 pages, now the total is at 6.

I’m not particulary fond of the looks and Till sounds sick so I usually avoid this live. Also some songs are weird with the energy so yeah

Richard is so pretty I can’t (and fucking hot how come I don’t remeber this??)

#rammstein #rammbois #liveblogging #I have a temporal crush on Richard quick I need to read some fics #but no seriously why was he so pretty??#Rena's R+ ramblings

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chibimultishipper · 5 years

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For the Zerhys prompts: Zer0 gets hurt and is a huge baby about it. Rhys helps comfort them.

((Thank you for this! I had a lot of fun with this one AO3 here is the link!))

Rhys was in his home workshop tinkering with a new gun prototype for Atlas. He had gained inspiration from his inability to aim and was currently trying to work an a line of Atlas guns that would track enemy movements so all the user had to do was fire. He had hit a snag in his last testing session and couldn’t stop thinking about the stupid prototype. Even now it was his day off and he was still tinkering with the damn thing. He wished his busy mind would allow him to leave things alone, but it didn’t seem like that would happen today.

All of a sudden he heard a faint banging noise. Banging? Where the heck was that coming from? He put down his tools for a moment to open his workshop door. Doing say made the sound increase in volume, in which Rhys realized someone was banging on his front door. Rhys checked his watch and looked at the time. 7pm. It wasn’t terribly late but usually anyone he knew would at least call before coming over at this time. The only person who would usually come unannounced was Zer0, but at this point in their relationship they usually just walked in. He looked to see if he had received any messages and he noticed several calls from… Maya? Why was she calling? Before he got a chance to check any of the voicemails she left the banging on the door got more aggressive. Rhys was sure it would break at any moment. “I’m coming I’m coming!” He yelled running to the door. He checked the peep hole real quick just to be safe. There he saw Maya as he suspected but she was holding Zer0? He quickly opened the door.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t home.” Maya comment letting herself in as she held Zer0 bridal style in her arms. Damn she was stronger then she looked. “You didn’t answer any of my calls so I was prepared to break in.”

“Sorry.” Rhys apologized, glad that he didn’t have to repair a broken door. “I usually turn all forms of communication off when I’m in my workshop so I can focus.”

“Put me down. This is / embarrassing.” Zer0 muttered. Rhys raised an eyebrow at Zer0’s lack of effort to finish their own haiku. It wasn’t uncommon for them to drop the attempt all together, but it felt different this time.

“Are they okay?” Rhys asked worry now apparent on his face.

Maya rolled her eyes as she not so gracefully dropped Zer0 onto the couch. They make a sound in annoyance but didn’t say much else. “Yes their fine, they are just being a drama queen.”

Rhys crouched near Zer0. “What happened?”

Maya shrugged. “They got slashed up pretty bad in the stomach.” Maya pointed at the cut in their suit that Rhys was for some reason noticing just now.

“What!?”

“It’s fine. Admittedly it was a pretty fatal wound at first but I was able to heal it- well most of it. “ She sighed in frustration. “The blade they were slashed with was laced with poison so I wasn’t able to heal them completely. Right now it’s just a minor scratch. It definitely hurts but not as much as Zer0 is milking it. They have had worse!” Maya yelled at them causing Zer0 to dramatically put a hand to their helmet.

“I am dying. Words / are difficult. I can barely / count syllables now.” They paused. “See I messed up.”

This was a lot to take in for Rhys poor heart. “Wait so you said poison didn’t you? Are they really dying?” Rhys tried to keep tears from welling up in his eyes. All the things he hasn’t said yet. All the stuff he wanted to do with them. He wanted them to still take a vacation with him. He wanted to convince them to try ice cream. He wanted-

“They aren’t dying.”

“Oh thank god.” Rhys let out a sigh of relief.

Maya shrugged. “Yeah turns out they are completely fine on the poison front. Normally that type of poison at that dosage would have killed a human but well, you know.” Maya gave a vague gesture with her hand as if that somehow represented ‘Zer0 is an alien!’, but Rhys still understood what she meant. “The only thing wrong with them is that they are a little sore and the poison is causing them to experience intoxication like symptoms.”

Ah, things were beginning to make sense. “Okay um, just to clarify. I mean I know you said it already but you’ve also said a lot of things that to a non vault hunter like me sound super fucking alarming, they’re not dying right? Just in a weird intoxication type state?” Rhys asked.

Maya smiled. “Exactly. I want to apologize about bringing them over like this. I was going to take them back to Sanctuary but they insisted they come here.”

Rhys gulped. “R-really?”

Maya nodded. “Yeah it was annoying. Like, super annoying. I told them ‘I’m sure Rhys has better things to do then to listen to you whine and complain the whole time’ but then they threw a tantrum. Then they started screaming about how much they liked you and- Ow fuck!” Maya held their side and moved away from the couch. Zer0 had just kicked her.

“You know you can leave now.” Zer0 said. It sounded more like a threat.

Maya rolled her eyes. “You don’t scare me Zer0. Just for that, when you ‘sober up’ I’m telling Rhys about all the embarrassing things you’ve said today.” She looked at Rhys, clearly annoyed. “They’re your problem now.”

“Ah huh um o k-kay.” Rhys was still reeling from the information that was thrown at him. Zer0 wanted to see him that badly, and the idea that Zer0 had thrown a tantrum when they didn’t get what they wanted. He kinda wanted to see it.

He shouldn’t be surprised that Zer0 wanted to visit him. They had been dating for some time now so it’s only logical that you would want to see the person your dating after a near death experience. Rhys just couldn’t help the fact he that he was still wowed that Zer0 for some reason liked him and was dating him and wanted to see him and-

“If they start breaking stuff, call me. Otherwise, don’t.” Maya clearly had her daily dose of Zer0 for the day.

“Uh yeah okay got it!” and with that she was out the door.

“I don’t throw tantrums.” Zer0 stated as soon as she left.

Rhys smiled to himself. That sounds like something someone who throws tantrums would say. “Okay.”

Zero shifted their head to look at him. “I’m serious. I don’t.” [(︶^︶)]

Rhys kneeled down in front of the couch again. “I know, I believe you.” He turned his attention to the hole in their suit which revealed his scar. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, very much so.” Zer0 attempted to emphasize their pain by making a groaning sound but it didn’t translate well with their communicator so it just sounded like static.

Rhys looked determined to assist. “How can I help? Do you want some ice? I can put ice on it.” He paused. “Does ice reduce swelling for you?”

Zer0 shook their head. “No, opposite. Heat.” Heat? Did he have anything that could generate heat for them? “Oh! Hold on I’ll be right back!” Rhys ran into his bedroom and pulled out a chest from underneath his bed. He opened it and quickly shuffled through it’s contents. An old photo album, his first binder- ah here it was! He grabbed what he was looking for and pushed the chest back underneath the bed. He brought the item back to the living room and Zer0 looked at him with a slight tilt to their head. [ ? ].

“It’s a heating pad!” Rhys exclaimed as he plugged it into the nearest socket. “I use to get really bad cramps underneath my stomach and this always worked wonders for me.” He pressed it against Zer0’s wound causing the vault hunter to flinch away slightly. “Sorry! I’ll be more careful.” He gently placed the heating pad on Zer0’s wound this time. They didn’t flinch away.

“Anything else?”

“Water. Please.”

“Right!” Rhys ran into the kitchen and got Zer0 a cup of water quickly bringing it back. When he tried to hand it to them, they made no effort to grab it.

“I’m just, so weak.” [T_T] to try and prove their weakness, they attempted to raise their arm but it just fell back into their lap.

Rhys tried really hard not to laugh. “Uh. So you can’t lift your arms now?”

Zer0 shook their head. “Poison spreading. My limbs feel fuzzy. Like… “ They tried to remember that phrase that humans always use. “Jam.”

Rhys accidently let a snort slip through. “Do you mean jelly?”

“Yes, that.”

Rhys really tried to keep it together but a small fit of laughter came out.

[T_T] “This is serious.” Zer0 complained.

“Yes of course! I’m sorry.” Rhys consoled, a few giggles escaping. “Can you lift your head for me please?”

“I don’t know if I can manage.”

Rhys placed the water on the end table next to the couch. “What a shame, I was going to have your head rest in my lap and try to-” Before Rhys can finish Zer0’s head immediately shot up giving Rhys space to sit down. “Wow you did it!” Rhys exclaimed with fake excitement.

“It took all my willpower.” [´-﹏-`；]

“Right.” Rhys sat down and Zer0 immediately placed their head in his lap. Rhys hand gently tapped on the glass of Zer0’s face to which they responded with [｡>﹏“Can I take this off?” Rhys had seen Zer0’s face before, but they still didn’t feel comfortable being without their helmet all the time yet.

Zer0 was quiet for a moment. “Yes.”

Rhys gave them a gentle smile that made Zer0’s heart feel like it was going to beat out of their chest. “Thank you.” With that Rhys released the two clasps that resided on each side of their face. They gently pulled off the glass in the front and placed it on the end table. Rhys paused, staring into the four red eyes that were looking back at him. Now was not the time to get embarrassed! “I’m going to sit you up a bit okay?” Rhys used his hands to sit Zer0 up a bit more so that they wouldn’t choke.

“This is what you wanted right?” Rhys asked gently placing the water to Zer0’s lips so that they could drink. Zer0 placed one of the hands that they supposedly couldn’t move because they felt like ‘jam’ on Rhy’s thigh to anchor themselves as they slowly drank from the cup in Rhys hands.

It was a simple gesture, one any person would be willing to do for their loved one while they were sick or in pain. Still this moment felt… intimate. Super intimate. Rhys let out a quiet yelp as Zer0 tightened the grip on his thigh. Fuck he could feel his heartbeat banging on his ear drums. The steady rhythm of it seemed to radiate throughout his whole body. He wondered if Zer0 could hear it too. He wondered if Zer0 was having the same problem or if he was overthinking it.

Zer0 began to pull away from the cup but Rhys wasn’t paying attention and accidentally spilled some on their face. “Fuck! Sorry.” He quickly put the cup back on the nightstand and tried to get up. “Let me get you a napkin-”

Zer0 stopped him. “It’s fine.”

It was silent. It wasn’t awkward necessarily but it felt like something unresolved was in the air. Zer0 had begun staring at him, or did he start staring at Zer0? He didn’t know for sure. They stayed like that for a moment and Rhys felt antsy. “Do…do you want anything else?” He asked.

“I want… “ Zer0 stopped themselves. They seemed confused, or rather, concerned. Maybe worried? A frustrated chirping noise came from their lips, not their translator this time. They glanced back at the water and then looked at Rhys again. “Drinking is hard. You should siphon the water into my mouth with yours.”

A beat of silence, and then Rhys burst out into laughter. He didn’t know why he got so nervous. He always put Zer0 on this petesdal because they were this cool ass vault hunter. He often thought that he wasn’t good enough for them, and that he was a nuisance to ask for things.

But moments like these brought him back into reality. Zer0 was for sure a cool ass vault hunter, but at the end of the day he was also just Zer0. His nerdy awkward datefriend who loved him.

“I am not spitting water into your mouth, that’s gross.” Zer0 looked mildly disappointed “Can I kiss you instead?” Zer0 perked up and nodded vigorously. Clearly this is what they actually wanted.

Rhys leaned in and gave Zer0 a gentle peck on their mouth. Their lips were a bit rougher than his own but Rhys always appreciated the contrast in the sensation. Zer0’s jam hands (Rhys was never letting them live that down) caressed Rhys face, bringing him in closer.

When Rhys parted for air, Zer0 attempted to dive in for more, but Rhys stopped him. Zer0 gave a chirp whine in protest. “I don’t know Zer0 you still seem pretty week, I don’t want to stress your body out to much~” Rhys teased.

Zer0 gave him a deadpan look before standing and stretching their legs. “I feel better already.”

Rhys bit his lip to die down his laughter. “Looks like a miracle to me.”

“Yes. Miracle.” Rhys screeched as Zer0 picked him up and brought him to the bedroom where the two proceeded to make out for the rest of the night.

#zerhys #zer0 the assassin #rhys tftbl #long post

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shinsukesgf · 3 years

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MINE.

The things Goshiki Tsutomu would do to remind everyone— including you— that you are his only.

↳ includes : use of the word cunny, possessiveness, degradation, marking s/o, hard dom!goshiki, breeding, creampie, light dumbification, shiki is a lil unreasonable

a/n : this a request from @uhkoshee !! hope u enjoy reading it babie (*^ω^*) m sorry if i took so long to get this completed !! T_T hope this is what u were looking for <3 also i apologise if shiki if ooc, m still getting used writing him (/ _ ; )

Goshiki was never one to let his emotions get the best of him. However, the past few days he’s been feeling… off to say the least. You— you were the cause of all these thoughts running around non stop in his head and all the emotions that he tries so hard to keep inside him but his effort were to no avail. Goshiki was passionate— a passionate player, boyfriend and lover. All for you. Only you.

So why does the thoughts in his head whisper to him that maybe, you wouldn’t do the same for him. Maybe those shared stolen glances between you and Ushijima meant something more. He admits, Ushijima is better than him— he’s a better player, he's stronger, he’s better looking— he’s just better. So that’s why Goshiki would give up everything and anything to keep you all to himself. You’re his. Only his.

You noticed the change in Goshiki’s behaviour. He was more possessive— glaring at his senpais if they were making you laugh a little too hard, an arm wrapped securely around your waist when you two were in public and him insisting that he leave dark blue and purple marks on your skin, all over your neck, just to show you’re his. Hell, he’d even gladly poke the eyes of anybody— more particularly his senpais— that even looked at you for too long.

“Lemme mark you up, please baby. Want everyone to know you’re mine,” He breathed out with much desperation while you two were in a heavy and steamy makeout session. His eyes— they were darkened with lust and passion. You already felt his lips travel to your neck, sucking the marks into them. Moans left your lips as he continued his assault. Fuck, what were you going to say to everyone at school tomorrow?

Thankfully, you managed through the day without any questions with the help of your concealer and foundation that you used. You tried your best to avoid Goshiki, knowing full well he marked you up last night to prove as a statement to everyone— not for you to just hide it all the next day. But alas, there he was waiting for you— taking in the sight before him.

“Would you please let me know why the hell you covered those marks up?” He spoke harshly once you two were alone in his room. “‘Tomu, I wasn’t going to show off to the whole school what you did to my neck. That’s just embarrassing!” A scoff left his lips. Your eyes met his— they were different and unrecognisable, not your usual Tsutomu that was always so cheery and full of love. This Tsutomu was cold and harsh, so unlike what you were used to.

“No, you wanted to cover it up so that you could freely whore yourself out to anyone. Isn’t that right?” He took a step closer towards you to close in the distance between you two. With the way he was speaking with all smiles and so softly, you wouldn’t have known he was making such crude remarks about you if you didn’t listen to his words. “N-No, ‘Tomu. Wh-What are you talking about?” Your brain desperately try to find words to express your shock.

“Don’t act all stupid on me now, sweetheart. I’ve seen the way you’ve been acting around my senpais or Ushijima to be more specific. Acting like I don’t already own you in front of all them— just like a desperate slut,”

“Tsutomu, s-stop this. I don’t know wha-“

“You want him to fuck you, don’t you? But guess what, I own you because you’re mine. Only I get to fuck this cunt of yours. Only I can get you screaming for me. Only me,” He forcefully grabbed your face, inches away from his own. It felt like a sin to be so aroused seeing your boyfriend be so possessive over you like this— but goddamn did all of this feel so good at the same time. “I’ll fuck you until the only thing you can think of is me in that dumb head of yours, sweetheart,”

He wasted no time tugging your panties down and flipping your skirt up, in all fours. You felt his calloused fingers dance around your skin— tracing your wet slit and eliciting mewls from you. “Dirty girl, getting this wet already from all of this. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” He mused. It doesn’t take Goshiki long before he pushes his cock into your dripping cunt— splitting your tight cunny open as it burns almost uncomfortably from the stretch of it.

“You like this, don’t you? To be treated nothing less than the whore you are. To be reminded that you’re my dumb little girl, no one’s else,” Goshiki spat out darkly. He pulled his cock out of your cunt— leaving your hole clenching and fluttering over nothing— before slamming back it into you and bottoming out. His hips came slamming into your ass with each harsh thrust, the sound of the skin slapping each other taking over the silence in the room.

“Yesss I do, love it sososo much!” You slurred out— mind too hazy and floaty to form a proper sentence due to the immense pleasure. Your brain was currently preoccupied with the feeling of Goshiki’s cock filling up your cunny oh so perfectly— knocking into that special spot of yours that never fails to make you clench around him just a bit more tighter and moan out gibberish just a bit more louder.

Oh what Goshiki would give up to have everyone take a nice, good and long look at the sight of you like this— drool dripping on your chin, tear stained cheeks, pink tongue lolling out at side and eyes crossed like a dumb bitch. His dumb bitch. Maybe he should take a photo, they say it would last longer wouldn’t it?— maybe next time he’ll get you to say yes to it. Oh but he truly wants every single being in this damn world to know that you are his. He’d mark you up and ink his name into your delicate skin if the chance appears in front of him, no hesitation. You. are. his.

“Wanna cum. Please lemme cum for you, ‘Tomu. Gonna make a mess on your cock,” You breathlessly exclaimed. “Alright, sweetheart. Cum for me already,” He says between a smirk. He feels your cunny fluttering around him and tightening up like a vice grip around his cock— his eyes rolling back from the pleasure of it all. Then he feels you gushing around him while letting out loud squeals out— dampening the sheets below you and Goshiki’s thighs.

“Pl- please cum in me, Tsutomu. Want you to breed me and f-fill my tummy up with your cum. Want everyone to know that ‘m yours,” And that’s all it took for Goshiki to stop holding back and allow himself to release his warm cum in your cunt— painting your insides white as he stuffs you full with his cum.

Bliss. Pure bliss— that was the state the both of you were in. You snuggled into Goshiki’s chest as he laid beside you on the bed. You could feel Goshiki’s breathing from above you— almost causing yourself to ground to reality. “I love you ‘Tomu, only you,” You muttered out softly as you traced patterns into his skin. “I love you too, sweetheart. Now get some rest before I go get us cleaned up, okay,” He kissed you softly on the forehead. You are indeed his.

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