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Fics that Live in My Mind, Rent Free (Pedro's Version) - Part 2

Welp! It seems there are link and tag limits? Who knew? Not this newb 😂😂 When I said that I've read so many good fanfics, I really meant it. Again, below the cut is a continuation of the list of some of my fave Pedro character fanfics that I've read on this site - ones I think about and revisit often. These are all fics I should have/would have reblogged if only I wasn't so weirdly nervous about it; in 2024 we will muster up some courage and reblog (it will be slow, probably, but I promise I will be trying!). This is a good time for me to also say that one of the reasons I am motivated to step out of my comfort zone on this is because of the genuine joy every comment/reblog/like has brought me this year as a new writer - thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the kind reception on anything I have ever posted. 🥹 ilysm 😘

Anyways, we press forward (Part 1 of Rent Free PPCU fics can be found here):

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian, GOAT)

Of Shadows and Roses by @the-scandalorian (Bodyguard!Din x Royalty!Reader)

All Mine by @mellowswriting (Possessive!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Narcissus by @bits-and-babs (Armour/mirror sex)

Looking out for you by @beskarandblasters (Jealous!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Cherry Liqueur by @decembermidnight (Reader teases Mando in public)

Breaking in the New House by @beskarandblasters (I love Husband!Din and Wife!Reader fics)

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Sweet Dreams by @javiscigarette (Javi can't sleep)

Phone Sex...amiright? by @tightjeansjavi (Reader calls Javi at work)

Sharing is Caring by @ezrasversion (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

The Saint, the Sinner, and the Devil by @joelsgirl (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, DBF Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

MIA by @itsharleystuff (Jealous!Javi with Undercover!Reader)

Surprising Javi P with a Lingerie Set by @swiftispunk

Not here...not now by @gracieispunk (Reader visits Javi at work)

Bunny by @whatsnewalycat (Sex Phone Operator!Reader; Part 2 is great too!)

Ease by @javiscigarette (Javi takes care of Reader after a bad day)

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Say It Right, Peeping Neighbour, and Right Place, Right Time by @chaotic-mystery (All the DBF and BFD fics are amazing; these are my fave)

Quickie by @joelscruff (This falls in the middle of the Boyfriend's Dad series, but it's the first one I read and I was hooked!)

That Funny Feeling by @bluebeary-jay (Joel loves pet names 🥹)

I've Got Lust on My Tongue by @itgetsdark-x (Bratty reader a la Maddy Perez)

The Babysitter, Part 1 by @proxima-writes (There's a Part 2 as well!)

Under the Table by @toxicanonymity (A lot of good Joelkemons, but Speakeasy is a classic and maybe my fave?)

Online Friends, Sticking it to the PTA, and Caught Sunbathing by @walkintotheriveranddisappear (All of Emma's Joel fics are really hot [honestly you can't go wrong], but these are my faves)

Late Night Smoke by @bettercallwillow (Dbf smoking. sigh)

Calling Joel Daddy by @inkedells (I honestly love it when authors bold the dirty talk 🤭)

Gimme What I Want and In the Next Room by @atticrissfinch (The masterlist is some of the hottest Joel fic, if I may say so; these are my faves)

An Open Window by @velvetmud (Joel being a peeping tom; I also always hope for a sequel to this one!)

Crave by @toxic-seduction (Part 2; Reader finds Joel in the QZ)

Good Luck Charm by @javiscigarette (Joel watches the football game)

Ravish by @psychedelic-ink (Webcam Model!Reader; Part 2 is also incredible!)

I Know it When I see It by @bageldaddy (Pornstars!Joel and Readers. This series has me and everyone else, I think, in a chokehold. Reading, as well, the writer's thoughts and feelings about the porn industry and the care put into the characters is such a joy and makes the fic that much more rich)

Chaser series by @livingemkayde (Nanny!Reader and a love triangle; not finished but so good I'm happy to wait forever)

Right my Wrongs by @chloeangelic (Father in Law!Joel)

In A Feud with Her Neighbour by @proxima-writes (Read this delicious fic and the bonus scenes will be the icing on top)

Kiss and Tell by @toxic-seduction (Stepdad!Joel and mom goes away for the weekend)

Peaches and Cream by @javiscigarette (Joel buys reader peaches)

Didn't Cha Know by @chloeangelic (The Joel Reader has been pining for is her boyfriend's brother)

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Camgirl by @phuckinphia (Another Camgirl but this time she's Sarah's friend 🫣)

The Right Wrong Number by @proxima-writes (Sarah's soccer coach!Reader)

Nightmares by @fruispunk (QZ!Reader has nightmares that Joel hears and mistakens for something else)

Damage Done by @bluebeary-jay (Joel accidentally triggers Reader; mind the tags. Heavy angst, heavy topic that is beautifully written)

Yes, Mr. Miller by pedropascallme (Babysitter!Reader, Part 2 Thank You, Mr. Miller is also excellent)

How Long series by @gracieheartspedro (Link is to Part 1; series is complete and wonderfully hot and emotional. Reader's boyfriend Tommy is a cheat😢)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Triple Frontier)

Fictional Death by @psychedelic-ink (Frankie comforts Reader)

Well Fed by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (Frankie is HAPPY 🥹)

Forest Ranger AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (I'm not an outdoorsy person but this AU makes me wish I was)

It's Always the Quiet Ones by @thot-of-khonshu (Frankie surprises Reader)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

Kinktober 2022 - Breeding by @moralesispunk (Guard!Pero and Royalty!Reader)

Bodily Exchange by @absurdthirst (Mafia AU!Pero and daughter of mafia boss Reader)

Damnation or Salvation by @absurdthirst (Pero is sent to retrieve Reader)

Dying Wish by @absurdthirst (Pero makes Reader's father a promise; okay at this point, just all of Keri's Pero fics 🤭)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Beat Poetry on Amphetamines by @psychedelic-ink (Marcus comes home hurt)

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scoutswritingcorner · 13 days

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You know what, fuck it. More Blitzø X Chauffeur!Reader upon you!

Velvette: *On phone* Hey babe. So I, uh, was wondering if you could come pick me up- Hey! Get off! Okay! Okay!- I mean, come pick me and the boys up? We were thinking about spending a night on the town and I- Hey!- WE need someone to take care of us soon~

Chauffeur!Reader: *On phone* Really, Vel? It's my day off. Isn't the other driver meant to be covering me?

Velvette: *On phone* Yeah... Well, um, uh -Hey!

Vox: *On phone* -Give me that- Hey! Vox here! Yeah, terrible news, really. Turns out the other driver had their holiday booked for this week, and we didn't realise it. You know how scheduling goes, can't trust it half the time! Anyway, if you come with us, we'll, uh-

Valentino: *On phone* -Give you a treat~

Vox: *On phone* Yeah! That's right! We plan on doing lots of shopping before we go for drinks, we'll be more than happy to buy anything you want while we're out, new shoes, clothes, bags, you name it!

Velvette: *On phone, whispering* Fucking Hell you're bad at this.

Vox: *On phone, whispering* Not that you were any better!

Vox: *On phone* So, uh, what do you think?

Chauffeur!Reader: *On phone* Fine. I'll leave at 10.

Vox: *On phone* Huh? But don't you live only an hour away? Should you be leaving at 11?

Chauffeur!Reader: *On phone* Yeah, but I spent the night at a friend's house. Now bye. *Hangs up*

Blitzø: *Cuddled around your waist.* Fuck! I'm so happy I'm my own boss. I don't envy you one bit. *Boops your nose.*

Chauffeur!Reader: *Sitting up in bed* Yeah, yeah, but at least the pay's steady. Welp, there goes my plans on staying half the day in bed. Sorry Blitzø.

Blitzø: Hmm... It's only 8.30. *Puts his arms around your neck* I think that's plenty of time to spend in bed~

Chauffeur!Reader: *Getting pushed back into bed, chuckling* You know? I think you're right~

YES YES I LOVE THIS-

THESE SIMPING IDIOTS ARE SO FUN-

Chauffeur runs late because they had too much fun with Blitz and when they arrive, they think the 3 are going to chew their head off cause the first rule? To never be late. But to your surprise, they are chill and ready to spoil the fuck outta you.

You somehow successfully hide the limp you ran in with.

PLS ANON GIVE US MORE BLITZ X CHAUFFEUR READER!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #gn reader #chauffeur reader #poly vees x reader #blitz x reader

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maximumkillshot · 5 months

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I Won't Lose You- ICLY 7.5

Warnings: Cheater POV, a lot of not nice things are said. Definitely something to think about if you are sensitive to that type of subject matter, cursing, some air of grand diosity,

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Characters: Chris, Seungmin

A/N: So a lot of people have been wondering what Chan has been thinking... Welp... You get what you wish for... even though it ain't pretty. I wanted to punch him writing it. This is after Chris gets banned from the hospital room. Since it is following him and not the reader, I decided to give it a different name, with the annotation being 7.5. Happy anger management people!

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BEFORE:

Han looked up at Bin, trying to will himself not to cry. The both of you are so sweet, so kind. He could see the weight on Bin’s shoulders, crushing him. He could see it in his head, Bin keeping everything bad from crashing on top of you, his arms outstretched, using his whole body as a shield. Han knew that if it meant keeping you safe, Bin would carry the world. That’s what separated Bin from Chris.

Both may be fond of you. Only one has ever put your safety over everything. Only one ever made you feel heard and seen. Only one ever made you laugh until you cried. Only one would take off work to take care of you when you’re sick. Only one made you understand that there is no priority above you. Only one would calm you with just a touch. Only one truly loves you with their heart and soul. That “only one” was in the bed with you right now.

Han watched, eventually just letting the tears fall as Bin held you saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, I’m sorry. I love you… I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me.”

That was the first time Changbin had ever let himself say it out loud, “I love you so much it hurts…I Can’t Lose You.”

NOW:

Chan’s POV:

I have never seen Y/N like that. A part of me wants to say that it was something that was a freak accident, that Soo and I were a freak accident. We weren’t. Y/N deserves to know that, to have it acknowledged. I want to scream that I regret it, that I want to take it all back, that I wanted to erase it all. That would be a lie.

You can’t regret something that you actually initiated. I don’t regret what I did. I wanted a release, I got a release. I wanted to feel exhilaration, I got it. What I am sorry for is getting caught. Of course I’d never say this out loud but, the truth is my marriage was a means to an end. She loves me, of course… and I love her… to an extent. I loved it when she would perk up when I came home, or be passed out on the couch, waiting for me to come home. In a lot of ways, Y/N is like a puppy. She would do all the tricks in the book to make me happy. If she was lucky, she’d get rewarded.

There is an even more fucked up part of me that is relieved that she knows. Sneaking around wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was making it look like I was with the boys when I wasn’t. Y/N is so close to the boys it was a pain in the ass, all it would’ve taken was one text and right there my cover would be blown. I know that I can come back from this, though. Soo never held a candle to my wife. I just told Soo whatever she wanted to hear. I made it worth it for her to do what she wanted… what we wanted, who am I kidding, I wanted it.

Everything is still so raw, she’s not really going to leave. I know she told me when we started dating, but I know that I can prove myself to her. She is the type to really believe that everyone is good inherently. It was something that I used to every advantage, if I’m honest. I’m obviously better than Changbin. I make more, I am more level headed… obviously… I am willing to do whatever I need to make sure I get what I want. How could she want anyone else? That’s like trading in a top of the line Ferrari for a beat up 1999 Taurus. Plus, she always gives people second chances. This is all one giant hiccup.

While the rest of the boys and I filed into the elevator, I heard her voice. She was so scared, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, it was so meek, fragile… weak. That’s really the only downside to her. She is weak. Her emotions get the better of her always. Given, what happened would make anyone go crazy, but at the end of the day, she can’t keep control over her emotions. She is the type of person to read a room and follow the tone of the room. She isn’t a trendsetter, a leader. The only reason why the boys are the way that they are is because she is hurt. Something about their “white knight” complexes. Honestly I could puke just thinking about it. While they were playing games, painting, or just practicing on vocal technique, I was ensuring their continued employment. That will never change about her though. She folds under pressure. Like a skeleton with no spine. Sometimes it was exhausting, others amusing; that’s the biggest tell as to her coming back. She has no spine without me. She needs me… just like everyone else.

Knowing the woman Y/N is I knew that for her to be this way, she had to hurt so badly. It ripped my heart out, seeing her finding comfort in another person, almost as much as knowing that I was the one to do all of it to her. It made me look so bad, to everyone. Hearing Changbin call out to Han that she was slipping, I’ve never heard a voice like that before. I’ve never heard screams like hers. I should’ve never tested her, calling our child “it”. She has been trying so hard, comforting me non-stop, that it’ll happen when it’s meant to happen, that she’ll be on top of it. To let me know in the cutest way. Nothing’s more cute than finding out on your third anniversary that your family is going to get bigger.

It hurt me saying that, calling them “it”, that was exactly why I knew it would get the job done. I needed to peel her away from Changbin without touching her, but it worked a little too well. Why was I punsihing her, punishing them? I think the answer to that is simple. I don’t want the attention on me. Which is counterintuitive, given my natural tendencies. Right now, in this moment, I don’t want to be acknowledged. The way that they see me right now threatens everything I worked for, and it looks like everyone chose their side to stand on. Me giving them more of a chance to hate me is only going to make my job down the road harder.

I think some of the boys could tell. I am royally pissed. I got caught, which for one is annoying, but for all of them to take her side? That was infuriating. I spent so long honing them, training them. I always protected them, supported them. It is infuriating to have people that you did everything for to just dismiss you. Why were’nt they comforting me? That child was mine too. Why am I not getting any condolences? Hell, when we had no money to eat, I wouldn’t eat just so the 8 could have something… anything. The days I went to bed starving, the nights I worked around the clock to give them the opportunities that they now take advantage of.

This is how they repay me? Screaming at me left and right, Changbin threatening to kill me, even Felix turned his back. I just fucked a side piece… I mean I know what that caused is on me. That I was responsible for what happened to our child. If I could feel like I was attached I am sure I would’ve been a wreck. Something that was mine being taken away does that to a person like me. One thing is for sure, I truly never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted to look bad, hurting her would do that, and so I made sure to tread lightly, my go to’s being, “I know Baby, I’m sorry,” and “What time is it? Shit Baby I’m so sorry.”

That didn’t stop me to wanting to have my own little thing. My own little secret. It was a different type of high that I didn’t know I craved… needed. It’s no doubt that Soo did feel better in bed. I could tell she knew what she was doing. Y/N had no experience before me and that did a wonder for my corruption kink, but after that… It was like pulling teeth. I had to teach her everything, so every time we we’d sleep together I had to act like I liked the fact that she’s so innocent. Which I do, but I also don’t want to have to have a health class every time I wanted to have sex. Soo wasn’t like that. She knew what she was doing. Hmmm… maybe I’ll clean up the house and finish what we started.

In the elevator, no one wanted to say anything. I didn’t want to say anything either, I didn’t want to make anything worse than it is. It’s a unique empty feeling. Y/N would look at me like I hung the moon itself. The feelings that she gave me, I was seen, heard, and loved. Constantly reassured. I can’t live without that validation. The minute I walked out of the elevator I didn’t even look back, all I said was “Take care of her. Do what I didn’t, she needs you. Call me if you need anything.” That made me feel a little better, giving them an order, felt like the last say in a way.

It was Seungmin’s voice that cut through, I heard him stop the elevator with is arm, “That was never a question, we’ve always taken care of her, don’t wait up. We all know you’re not used to being the one waiting for someone. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” My lip upticked at his comment. Mostly because I didn’t imagine Seungmin to have balls like that and another was that I didn’t have a rebuttal. I always have a rebuttal. He’s right though, I always kept her waiting, not the other way around. It always made me feel important, that she needed me to go to bed well, that she craved to feel me.Yet now I find myself willing to wait an eternity if it meant being able to hold her one more time, to have her cook for me, then to cuddle up and pass out together, all of that shit I see as a waste of time. To think I hate needing someone yet here I am, needing her.

I kept walking after I heard the elevator close. By the time I made it to the car I was trying my hardest not to collapse. My wife was in that hospital, fighting for her life, after I caused her to miscarry, a baby we have been wanting since our first anniversary. I am enraged. I’ve never felt so out of control and it’s driving me crazy. I am always in control. That is the only way that I function. It is something that I pride myself on. Now everything is out of place everyone stepped out of line. All I have to do is get them back in their rightful place… Then we can move on.

I’ve never imagined anyone else as the mother of my children, she is giving enough to focus on them while I work on my career. It’s always been Y/N. That thought was the one that made me slam my door a little too hard. She’s going to come back, she’ll be back. She will have my child, we will be happy… When everyone is in their place.

I tried to distract myself as I went home. It felt like an out of body experience, seeing myself in the rearview mirror, hating the person I saw, just for the sole fact of getting caught. It was such a rookie move. I should’ve known that there was something going on when everyone said they were out for the night. No matter how loud I made the radio, I heard noting but her screams. I wanted to blame someone, get the pain as far away from me as possible, trying to make me out to be the good one. I’m not. The only things I’m good at are music and acting. I could still see the little glances she’d give me, convincing herself that I am just busy. She is so trusting, it honestly baffles me. Just another sign that she’s weak.

I wanted to make it her fault. She shouldn’t be so naive. Seeing Soo disappearing at the same time I am? The way that I couldn’t really look her in the eye for most of last month? She should’ve told me sooner. Maybe if she did that our child would still be here. That’s not even including how I’ve had to keep Soo on a shorter leash than anyone, her face gives so much away. The first time she hung out with us I had to take her to another room and tell her to get it together because she almost started crying in front of Y/N. I know that people will say that’s not fair, What part about anything that I’ve done screamed ‘oh this is reasonable’? None. It’s been so long I’ve been doing this that I don’t even remember how all of this started. Ah I remember now.

I guess a year ago it started off with me venting to Soo. I didn’t know why we weren’t conceiving. We timed out the cycles, we did everything correctly, but still it wasn’t happening. If I told the boys I know I would look weaker for it and I didn’t want Y/N to be even more stressed about getting pregnant. Soo validated my feelings and told me that she was always there for me. That was the first mistake. I should’ve gone to Y/N. After a while it went from talking when I was aggravated to talking daily.

I looked forward to those calls so badly. It felt like a little interaction that was all mine. Making her laugh made me feel like when I used to get Y/N to laugh. The butterflies came soon after that, seeing that I got a form of attention I didn’t realize I was missing. About two months ago she told me that she was seeing me as “not just my friends husband”. That made my heart leap in my chest. I should’ve avoided her like the plague after that, I should’ve gone to my wife, but not only would that make her mad, it’d also make sneaking around harder. I did something worse.

“Good to know it’s not one sided.” I felt the words drip out of my mouth, even recounting it makes me a little excited. I turn onto my street and I heard Soo’s voice in my head, “Chris...” I knew it was wrong, I fucking knew it was, “I know. I know it’s wrong.” Then hearing her say, “What if she finds out?” with a giggle. “We’ll be discreet.”

We met up that night. I wanted to scrub myself head to toe, till my skin bled, making sure her scent was gone completely. It was so thrilling, so different, and I hated that I liked it. I liked it so much I knew I had to do it again, and soon too. Every time I came home Y/N was either passed out on the couch or in our bed. Notes left on the counter full of how much she loves me. I still remember the first one from that same night, “I know how forgetful you get in the studio, made extra of your favorite, it’s in the fridge, missed you-XOXO Y/N/N.” I looked at her form on the couch, clearly trying to stay up to see me. I ran to the bathroom to vomit, it made me anxious. I knew that I was playing with a downgraded version of my wife. If anything went wrong, I’d be left with the dollar store version of Y/N. For some reason that anxiety turned to exhiliration. The longer it went on for, the more comfortable I got of having my cake and eating it too.

She never did anything wrong. I asked for space, she gave me space. I asked for anything and she would do it in a heartbeat. She always wanted me happy and stress free. After a while I made it okay in my head by saying that she wants me to be happy and having both make me happy so it’s okay. I know better, I always knew better.

I always got up too early, that way I didn’t afford myself time to see the person that I love in one of my favorite ways to see her, happy and sleeping. The last few days I gave myself that. Feeling the guilt eat me alive, rightfully so. I felt guilty for putting all of this on the line, putting her on the line, not for her, but what losing her means to me. I’d practice my apology while she slept, “I’m so sorry, I love you.”

If it wasn’t for the boys being there, I could’ve had a better handle on her. I could’ve reiterated that practiced apology over and over. I could’ve kept the control I spent years making, which is really the most fucked up thing about all of this. I was in training for almost 10 fucking years, I finally get the perfect group of people who followed perfectly without question. Then Changbin goes ahead and goes soft for Y/N. She’s gorgeous, I know, she’s funny, and kind, but she was also making Bin step out of line a bit. Every time she was around, he would try to take point, try to be the center of attention. At first I thought that it was Bin trying to be cute. When he asked me how he could ask her out a few months after this started, I felt my stomach drop. She threatened everything I worked for. So I spewed some bullshit to make him question himself a bit more while I figured out what to do.

Some wouldn’t see this as a problem. I am not some. I only let my members have center because I permitted it. If I threw myself in the spotlight always, it would look off. So I made myself into the best, most supportive leader, the leader of the 4th generation, how can you get bigger than that? The perfect wife… Y/N. It was perfect, if I had her, not only would I have more control over Bin, but I’d also have the perfect little family one day. That was when I decided to ask her out after getting her separated enough from Bin. Which wasn’t too hard. There were some unseen snags but overall it was easy. Keeping her is going to be just as easy. When she’s healed. Then everyone will fall back in line.

I pull in to my driveway and go to the door. Once I opened up the door, Bins clothes covered in blood were there, taunting me. I walked further into the house, I looked on the mantle, the picture from our wedding hung there. I remember that day, that gorgeous day. I threw it away. That woman with the most infectious smiles, the woman who’d hold me so close during horror movies. I found myself grabbing that picture, I dragged my finger over her face. I heard her voice, “I love you”, and I collapsed on the floor, right next to the clothes, sobbing, clutching the photo. She was so perfect.

I got so mad at that point. I shouldn’t be crying, SHE ISN’T LEAVING ME. I can fix her just like I fixed everything else around me. My perfect wife, My perfect group, MINE.

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nininikki · 4 months

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𝓢𝓐𝓝𝓣𝓐 𝓑𝓐𝓑𝓨

𝓢𝓤𝓜𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓨 ・✶ ｡ﾟ nanami gives you what you’ve both been wanting.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢! ・✶ ｡ﾟ black fem!reader, established relationship (husband and wife), nsfw, smut! role play (partially, nanami is santa claus), cunnilingus, handjob, praise & pet names (baby, honey, daddy, mama) pussyjob, breeding and breeding kink, creampie

𝓝𝓞𝓣𝓔 𝓕𝓡𝓞𝓜 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓐𝓤𝓣𝓗𝓞𝓡 ・✶ ｡ﾟ this is what happens when i try to write a christmas fic but end up procrastinating so now it’s january yay just pretend it’s christmas guys 🤣💘🫶🏽

“oh, look at you, in your cute little get-up!” you giggled, standing up from your seat on the couch at the sight of your husband strutting into the living room in the santa suit you had bought him.

nanami only rolled his eyes, dismissively chuckling all while adjusting the matching hat. “yeah, yeah. happy wife, happy life.”

you joined him where he stood by the tree, where a array of presents lay underneath. slyly, you’d attempted to peek into one of the bags, but your husband—like he had done every other day for the past week—caught you in your tracks. “mm-mm. what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

“well, santa, i’ve been such a good girl this year. i thought you wouldn’t mind giving me my present early.” all it had taken was a smile, some subtle batting of your doe-like eyes, and a hand running over nanami’s defined abs. he was toast from there. you could see something short circuiting in the honey brown of his eyes as he lifted you off the ground, and you saw it again when you locked your legs around his waist. “does that sound good to you, santa?” you teased, pressing your nose up against his. in turn, a sharp smack came down over your ass, eliciting a welp of pain and delight.

nanami sat you gently on the couch, and you were face to face with the discernible bulge beneath his cheery red pants. you ran a manicured finger over the seam, inducing a gulp from him. then one finger turned into five, then your whole hand, and then you were palming him without shame. “y’know what, honey?” like always, the smooth, deep timbre of his voice managed to melt all your inhibitions. “there’s somethin’ santa’s been wanting you to give him for a long time.”

knowingly, your eyes glided over to your christmas tree and then quickly back to him. still, you feigned obliviousness. “really? like what?”

at that, he sank to his knees before you. “i think you know.” then, he gave your knee a nudge. “lift this for me.”

by this, he meant the pale white nightgown that fluttered over your ankles. almost timidly, you took the soft fabric in your hands and pulled it over your hips where it lay bunched up over your abdomen. without waiting, he pushed your legs up and back, so that your knees weren’t far from your ears. a holler of excitement slipped past your lips.

“are you gonna give santa what he wants this year?” your husband asked as his hands found purchase on the backs of your knees. from this angle, he could see the desire leaking out of your chubby cunt almost on full display. the only thing in his way was a lacy pair of panties you had worn to match your nightgown.

without warning, he licked a thin, warm stripe up the expanse of you, outlining where your clit stood beneath your panties. slowly, almost dazedly, he planted another kiss on the erect bud. how could he expect you to answer any questions when he was doing this?

you tried to speak over your labored breaths. “uh, i…oh,” your words drifted off as he licked another stripe over your pussy, a broader and wetter one this time.

“c’mon,” nanami spoke, “i’ve been good this year, too.” your hands found themselves resting over the back of his neck, holding him in place, but he only blew a thin stream of cool air between his lips over your most sensitive parts. you tried not to gasp too loudly, or show in any way how much this teasing was getting to you, but he made it oh so difficult. “have i not?” he asked before softly kissing your inner thigh, and then over your clothed hole. slow, sensual kisses as if he were kissing the lips on your face.

“ugh—you have, i p…romise!” your lips felt like lead as they moved. your body had become weak with desire. nanami maintained intense eye contact as he put his mouth to work, his tongue occasionally dipping past your hole to tease the heaven between your ass cheeks.

seemingly done with playing around, he slid his fingers delicately under the elastic of your thong and began pulling it off your legs. “so, that means you’ll give me what i want?”

you knew what he wanted, and you knew he would never stop wanting it. you knew that if you’d let him, he’d have gotten you pregnant long before. if it were up to him, the two of you would have a handful of kids by now. but it wasn’t up to him, it was up to you. and you just weren’t ready. not until recently, at least.

not until you and nanami were shopping for a present for your friends’ toddler and you thought about how much fun it would be to do this for a child of your own. not until you’d notice nanami looking longingly at a family out in public only after realizing you had been looking too. not until you had looked at the presents under your tree and wondered how much more there could be if you had a little one to splurge on.

gazing at your husband through lidded eyes, you managed a small nod, pulling him into a crouching position so you could press your lips to his. he tasted faintly of the slick between your legs and the chocolate chip cookies you had baked earlier. “are you sure?” nanami asked through strained breaths. you answered him with a wanton tug to his belt as your legs found their familiar place around his waist.

it seemed nanami was more than happy to oblige, and before you could take another breath, you heard the thick strip of leather fall to the floor with a satisfactory clink.

“gonna let me put a baby in you tonight?” he had gotten somewhat steadily to his feet and all but yanked his pants down, and you’d barely gotten a chance to admire the sight of him in his underwear before he yanked those down too. “‘s that what i’m hearin’?”

as you helplessly racked your brain for an answer, you couldn’t help or hide the way your eyes clung to every exposed inch of your husband’s figure. his face, usually cool, collected, and strikingly handsome was now mussed with a thin layer of sweat and slick. despite his domineering stance, you could see his honey brown eyes thinning out around steadily dilating pupils in a way that conveyed nothing short of ravenous hunger. you saw it too in the tiny pout etched into his full lips. your husband was voracious, and you weren’t sure how you’d been able to deny him for so long.

the belt of his robe had been loosened completely, putting the entirety of his torso on display for your viewing pleasure. your eyes followed a lone bead of sweat as it progressed down his body. over the fullness of his chest, then down through the chiseled grooves of his abdomen, before finally dispersing into the fine dusting of light brown hair that trailed into a neatly shaven mound of pubic hair.

the sight of his dick invoked a pooling of saliva under your tongue. the slit of his cock dripped a fine sheath of precum over the bulbous, eager head.

“yes,” you said almost without thinking. then, after giving yourself a real moment to ponder, you answered him again, “yes!”

“yeah?” he asked, the sneer in his tone almost challenging. “get it wet f’me,” nanami was a completely different man now, as he tended to be whenever you pushed the right buttons—touched him the right way, batted your eyes just enough, kissed him with the right amount of desperation.

you peered above him through your lashes, watching his eyes darken as you soaked the center of your palm in a thick rivulet of saliva. slowly, you took his cock in your hand, and began pumping it just the way he liked; firm but careful strokes at first, then a tiny bit slower as circled your thumb over the leaking tip, and finally, tightening your hand around his length and really focusing on the head. slick, shallow pumps that were only concerned with his swollen tip.

“‘s this wet enough?” you asked, stroking his dick with all the salaciousness of a pornstar, but it was even sweeter because you were his wife.

his toned hips bucked up against the movements of your hand, head thrown back as fucked up into your palm. “think i need more,” kento managed through pleasured grunts. “can you give me somethin’ wetter?”

your hand halted its strokes as his eyes met yours again, and you gave him a look that could only mean, you know i can.

hardly a second had passed before your husband was on his knees once more, his palm finding secure purchase at the back of your knee while the other firmly gripped the base of his cock. he tapped it over your cunt a couple times, soaking in the plat, plat, plat sounds it made with each contact. then, he slotted himself between your puffy lips, his frenulum flesh to flesh against your engorged clit.

your mouths were so close that you were almost sharing the same ragged breaths. “fuck, this pussy feels so good,” he murmured into your mouth, rocking himself back and forth between your lips. each movement of his length against you sent shivers up your spine and invoked fresh drips of arousal from your already leaking hole. “and i’m not even inside you yet.”

“pretty little clit,” kento dreamily sighed, and brought his hand up to cup your jaw, urging you to have a look as well. “c’mon, baby, look at it. aren’t you just perfect?” you nodded with libidinous haste as you continued to watch him maintain his rhythm. “that’s what the fuck i’m talkin’ about, beautiful.” the hand that directed your jaw returned to the base of his dick, and he used it to slap his tip over the head of your clit. one, two, three, four, five times.

“ken’,” you braved his name. “i want it inside.” it was the only sentence you could manage with him sandwiched within your cunt like this.

you felt him twitch, but it only made your poor cunt squeeze around nothing. “use your manners, baby,” he demanded weakly, teasingly kissing your soaked entrance with the head of his dick. “say, please.”

meagerly, you squeaked, “plea…” but with every passing nanosecond that the sound left your lips, he was splitting you open on a new inch of his cock. the word, please had barely made it out of your mouth before half of his length sank into your needy heat.

“c’mon, honey,” your husband urged, “say it so i can get you nice and full.”

with the last bit of air left in your lungs, you gasped a desperate, “please, daddy,” into the air, and that was all it took. he buried the rest of himself within you at once, to the very hilt. twitching at the sheer snugness of your sticky walls.

“holdin’ me so tight, baby. c’mere.” he cupped your cheeks in his hands and let your lips meet in a slow, spit-swapping kiss as he built a rhythm with each stroke. first, slowly. shallow strokes as his cock got adjusted to the tightness of your heat, but your cunt was so fucking greedy. tugging him in with each thrust, hungry for more and unwilling to turn him loose. you felt yourself leaking around him when one of his hands found your clit. fingering your little button in soft circles as he dug you out with the tip of his cock.

“hmph,” you moaned into his mouth as he alternated the rhythm of his hips, seemingly realizing that he was the one in control. he was going faster and deeper now, relentlessly tickling that tender, gummy-like bundle of nerves that lay at an angle only he could reach. “fuckin’ me so good, ken’.” you broke away from the kiss to murmur.

“don’t have a choice,” your husband rasped, “gotta get this baby in you somehow.” at that, you were almost ashamed of the way your cunt clenched around him. at the very idea of him fucking and filling you with a baby.

kento brought his pace down to a slower, steadier rhythm as he steadied his hands on the backs of your knees. with your cunt as readily exposed to him as it was, he pulled out until only his throbbing head lay submersed within your dripping heat. then, in one graceful motion of his hips pistoning forward, he was cleaving you open even wider on his dick. “ken’, it’s—” your words were choked in a gasp when the head of his cock kissed up against that sweet spot inside you. “‘s too much, toomuch, toomuch!”

nanami stamped a haste, wet kiss to the corner of your parted lips. “i know, baby, i know. but you take it so well.” he said over the sounds of your whimpers, the soft smacks of his hips pounding into your fleshy ass cheeks, and the lewd squelches that sounded throughout the room with every thrust of his cock.

“c’mere, give daddy another kiss.” the timbre of his voice always changed just the slightest bit whenever you got him like this. the tiniest hint of need and yearning was always evident, as though it had came deep down from the very pits of his soul. just hearing it made you weak with longing, and you were clenching around his length once more. his lips connected with yours in a kiss so sloppy, you could hardly even call it one. it was more of a messy gnashing of teeth and lips if anything.

when nanami broke away from the kiss, lips bruised from the mutual impact of your mouths and ragged exhales rattling through his body, he whined, “gonna make you the prettiest mommy.” the tips of his middle and ring fingers found your clit, drawing tiny figure-eights over the aching bud and eliciting hungry mewls from the back of your throat. “isn’t that right?” your husband taunted you further.

your head bobbed shakily in what was meant to be a nod. “mhm, mhm,” you babbled, but dissatisfaction was prominent in your husband’s eyes.

“say it,” maintaining fierce eye contact and unrelenting in his strokes over your clit.

“gonna make me—” the muscles in your abdomen tensed as you edged closer into climax. “the prettiest mommy!” you spat the words out, partly ashamed from having said something so perverted, and partly eager for the release you currently chased. it only took a couple more savory thrusts before your body began to spasm on the brink of its high. “i’m cummin, daddy, i’m—oh!”

nanami buried his face within your neck, an animalistic growl rumbling from his chest as your pussy convulsed helplessly around his cock. “yeah, that’s it, mama.” he encouraged as streams of your release began to gush from you with every push of his hips. “wet my dick up.”

your husband’s release followed soon after, mixed in with desperately weak grunts of, “i’m cummin’, baby. you sure you want it?” and, “gonna fill you up so good, promise.” before he was pumping a load deep within you and painting your insides in his viscous release.

you both lay there for a couple of moments, chests heaving and foreheads sticking together with perspiration. “just so you know,” kento rasped against your skin while weakly kissing the corner of your mouth. “i’m not done.”

nininikki. 2023.

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2hoothoots · 1 year

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new comic is done!! this one was a DOOZY and i changed my workflow like six times, but in the end i think it came together really nice! it's, uh, probably the last longer one i'm gonna do for a while, though :P

i'll probably add a little step-by-step in a reblog tomorrow. for now, catch the transcript under the cut!

Vanishing Act, over the intercom: So sorry I can't stay and watch you be devoured by pyro-sharks, but I've got my curtain call to make... and the audience are simply dying to see me. Ciao, agents! Or should I say... CHOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!

(Caught in one of Vanishing Act's villainous death traps, agents Zanotto and Aquato find themselves hanging by a thread in... "LOVE BITES!")

(sfx: Clink, clink)

Lili: Welp. At least now you've got an excuse to miss Franke and Kitty's wedding.

Raz: Oh, my GOD. I can't believe you're still going on about that.

Lili: I don't get why you're being so stubborn about it!

Raz: Because Kitty's a jerk and I hate her.

Lili: That's not true.

Raz: Yes it is! That cruise ship mission we went on, she left me to barf my guts out for like two hours!

Lili: Well maybe you shouldn't have eaten all that shrimp!

Raz: Well MAYBE I didn't know it was POISONED!

(sfx: clink, clink)

Lili: ...c'mon, Raz. That's not the only reason, is it?

Raz: I guess I just... I feel weird about it, y'know? It makes me think about us.

Lili: Wow. Way to make things all about you.

Raz: Oh, c'mon, you know that's not what I meant.

Lili: Well what do you mean?

Raz: It just... sometimes, I...

Raz: Relationships are - complicated, right? I'm happy for them, but it makes me think about our own relationship. And how there are... milestones, and - and certain expectations, and... and marriage is... well, it's...

(He sighs)

Raz: Ow.

(sfx: BONK)

Raz: There's give on my right wrist.

Lili: Can you pass it under?

Raz: One second...

Lili: Alright. Just gotta get my legs free...

Lili: Hey. D'you... want to get married?

Raz: ...no. No, and I feel - terrible about it.

Raz: Because I - because we don't have a traditional relationship. And I don't want to have that with you. I like how we are now. But then I see other people our age getting married, and it makes me worry that... that I'm letting you down, or not doing enough as your boyfriend, and that - that maybe you deserve someone who...

Lili: Raz?

Raz: Yeah?

Lili: I love you.

Raz: I love you too.

Lili: You're being stupid.

Raz: I know.

(sfx: paf)

Lili: ...listen. We should talk about this. But, uh, maybe not in the pyro shark death trap.

Raz: ...huh. Y'know, these are great whites. You can't keep them in a tank. They need the space of open water.

Raz: Which means I'll bet anything that this... leads to the ocean.

Lili: Then let's get a move on. We've got a party to crash.

#psychonauts #pyro-sharks lovingly plagiarised from one of caligraphunky's fics #because it's such a perfectly goofy mental image and i couldn't get it out of my head #future superstar agents au #fsau raz #fsau lili #comic #polish #and now. i sleep. goodnight all

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gaycrittercentral · 6 months

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Welp it’s not Halloween anymore (and actually these pictures are from last year hkkhljhl) but who give a shit y'all wanna see my goofy lil Sam costume :D if you were here for my Halloween stream then you already saw this but if not then LOOKIT MY SUIT BOY

Fun fact, I made all this last year and meant to post it then but I was just too lazy whoops. So I'm tryin to do better this time around, lmaoooo. Anyway yeah! Samb costume!! If you wanna hear how I made some of the elements for this and gathered up the rest, feel free to check out my ramblings under the cut :Dc

This was such a fun project. A lot of elements were of course just staples of businesswear, like I found the suit jacket at H&M and the pants at Target (and hemmed them because I love men's pants but they don't love my short-ass legs), but some parts were a bit more complicated. The hat, for example, I also found at Target, but it had the wrong kind of band, so I just took that off and hand sewed on a length of wide black ribbon in its place. I ain't no milliner or haberdasher or what have you but I feel like it came out pretty ok! And the ears were an element that I figured would be a fun addition lol, they are made of fleece I believe? I forget. I gave them a bit of soft stuffing so they're basically two soft pillows, and then safety-pinned them into the inner brim of the hat--that way I can look like a normal person if I ever decide to wear the hat in public lmao.

The tie was an absolute delight to work on. And also torture. Y'know, kind of a 'why not both' moment. I ended up reverse engineering a tie I already had and cannibalizing its inner fabric to make the new one, since I knew I wasn't going to wear the original. The new tie is made with a silky blue fabric that isn't silk that I don't remember what it is because I have a sponge for a brain. Sorry ^^; But basically I replaced the original outer part of the tie with my new fabric and sewed her up by hand (it's not really a machine job as far as I can tell), then painted on the stripes with watered down black fabric paint. I had hoped that watering it down would prevent it from making the fabric stiff, but that didn't end up working because it required so many layers to be opaque, oof. There's probably better ways to go about it, so if you're making your own Sam tie it's worth it to do some more research! Plus, they do sell regular blue ties out there that you could paint. I'm just insane. And tbh I wish I had just bought one but at least I can say I've made a tie now lmaoooo

And I suppose the last element of this is the paper bag Max puppet! I love him so dearly, he was a delight to make ^^ I'd tell you how to make him but why do that when obviously I learned from the original? Make sure to put one in your car ok it's really important

God I love this comic. And I also dearly dearly love how faithfully they adapted it in the cartoon <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Anyway that's it that's all I got!! Also because I've never worn this thing out of the house it doesn't have shoes to go with, I just got some brown socks. I figure it fits with Sam as a shoe-hating person lmaooo. ok that's all bye thanks for looking hope y'all had a happy Halloween!!!!

#I know I keep saying it but stream drawings coming soon!!!!! I've just been busy fjdklghskfhjskfh #also I'm having to type this with my little stinky cat laying across like a quarter of the keyboard lmao #it's a miracle I managed to reach the w key AAAH HE BITE THE ME #sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #my art

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loveephia · 1 year

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A FOOL FOR YOU | suna rintarō

sypnosis: suna pranks you on april fools day.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, dynamic is inspired by tohru honda and kyo sohma from fruits basket (i miss them 😞), kinda inspired by "cupid" by fifty fifty.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: yikes. writer's block has been HEAVY on me lately (my way of saying i just didn't have time irl to write). thank you for being patient with me, and enjoy this lil gift!! ;D

"what day is it today?" suna rintarō asks.

you turn your phone on and look at the date. "april first!"

"okay, today is april fools, right? a day where it's okay to joke around?" suna says, putting his walk to a halt. you turn around, confused at the sudden stop. "suna?"

"i like you."

you blink at him. "wait, what—?"

"your eyes are so sparkly that i think i'll go blind from looking for too long. whenever you skip over to greet me every morning, your hair bounces with every step, and i find it so stupidly adorable. your personality is nowhere near mine, yet you stick around and always try to get something out of me."

you're at loss for words, but suna isn't.

he has yet to finish.

"at first, you were very irritating. i thought that you were naïve and a bit of a clutz, which is sorta true," you let out a small "oh" before suna continues. "but you're a hard-working girl. you make an effort every day to keep your friends happy, and you notice the littlest things that upset them." suna leans down, quite close to you.

"you aren't the only one who notices the little things, though." you can't even find a reply, too flustered from the entirety of suna's ramble.

suna's taking in every bit of your expression right now. cheeks and ears burning galore, with a lost little look on your face. just how he wanted.

"hey," he placed a hand on your shoulder, "i hope you remember that it's april fools. so don't take it too seriously."

too.. seriously..

so with a pat goodbye, suna leaves you standing there, absolutely frozen, while he whistles a tune. he practically broke you!

no, you knew suna better than that. you knew he meant every word that fell from his lips.

so with an excited smile, you rush over and catch up to suna, giving him a giant back hug. "that wasn't a very believable prank, suna." you mumbled into his uniform.

suna shrugs half-heartedly, "welp, i tried."

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yandereheathen · 7 months

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Loving Caretaker [18+ Yandere x GN Reader] Part #2

Welp, this won the poll it makes me SO happy people wanted more. Here is a bit longer with some darker-themed Korm is a cutie <3 i wanna get art of him now. Part 1

Warnings! DARK THEMES AND VIOLANCE -Yandere obsessive Behavior -Non-con - Drugging -Gaslighting - NSFW (unprotected sex is a no-no!) - reader gets stabbed non-lethally. - Word Count: 2.4K It wasn't meant to be this painful for you to know your place. Don't worry, he will care for you.

You sighed, putting your phone back into your pocket as you took a moment in the kitchen, putting Korm's favorite jam on the toast before you. You put the knife back into the red berry jam, sighing, and run your hands through your hair in frustration as the uneasy feeling of darkness you have felt hovering over you.

You just haven't been feeling right since you missed your trip. You couldn't believe you had been almost scammed by the person you had been talking to from the city for the last few weeks. They had stolen your card numbers and everything. You weren't even sure how it happened. They seem so genuine and excited to see you. You let out a bitter laugh, setting the toast on the wooden mini table.

Tea and eggs are already in their place. You hosted it up, and the slight pain in your core returned with the effort. Pain ran from between your legs up your back, and you winced. Thats it. You would speak to his mother after today. It could be for a weekend or even a day to get checked out yourself. You were falling apart at the seams and even had weird dreams you couldn't recall, filled with creepy moans and wet noises. At least the new tea you enjoyed was helping you stay asleep. It was part of your new routine with Korm after everything happened, and you thought he liked having something to do, and it tasted lovely, like honey.

Throughout your ordeal, Korm had been very comforting, telling you that things like this happen often and that maybe online dating wasn't in the cards for you.

But...

You paused while walking to his room, looking at your reflection in the hall mirror.

"That wasn't just all, was it." you thought to yourself.

You had been getting weird bruising on your neck and chest the last few days, coupled with your lower pain. It could be that you needed more iron to eat better, or your body just said you needed a break. You loved your job. You did; you got paid well, and Korm was such a sweetheart. It was like you got to take care of your best friend all day. Although. You started walking again, thinking to yourself. He did get clingy; sometimes, it was hard to take a day off when his health seemed like it would get worse on the days that you did, and his mother would franticly call you back to the house saying he wouldn't sit for the doctors or take care of himself without you there.

It was odd; sometimes, the thought of it can't always be by chance. He ALWAYS got worse with you gone, as the idea popped into your head. Your stomach turned slightly. You knew you were one of a long line of caregivers Krom had throughout his life; His mother had been open with that when you asked about the oddly high pay for your lack of experience. You didn't want to believe this bad feeling. Your life is perfect right now. You didn't want to sour it with negative things that were not true.

You slapped your cheeks lightly, opening Korm's door. You both had a lot to do today.

It was Bath Day today.

Korm hid his glee as you started the water in his giant tub. It has been made with a small seat for him and a lower siding to allow Y/N to wash him more easily.

You hummed a song to yourself as you added the salts and lovely-smelling oil to the water. You were bent over while the water was still low. Korm bit his lip as you did so, your thighs and backside on full display for him. He knows you did this to tease him. Your body was a tool for his care, after all. The happy memories of your lovemaking the night before played in his mind as his cock restarted at the towel across his lap.

He had your deep sleeping body propped up on your pillows, his face between your legs sucking and licking at your sex, his face messy with his saliva and your juices. He licked his lips as he stood up, positioning himself at your entrance, hands gripping your hips. Your wonderfully soft hips and back now have hidden love markings all along your spine. He glowed at his work. His wonderful caretaker's body was slowly covered in the proof of your love.

He trusts himself in your warm hole, letting out a whine of need and bliss. It had been an adjustment. You had saved yourself for him; after all, he needed to train your body to take his cock properly, but he sure enjoyed carving his shape into you with every thrust. Your unconscious body reacted very nicely to him. You were letting out small huffs and pained moans with every rust inside you.

"Korm, are you ready? I will look away as you get in. The bubbles will cover everything."

Your call out to him as you waved your hand in front of him snapped him out of his happy memories. He lets out an almost inaudible groan that you take as a dislike of having to go in the bath.

"Don't worry, we will be fast. I have it nice and warm for you, and it smells wonderful."

You take him in your arms. He sneaks a smell in the cork of your neck, the earth warm...lustful. The scent was so much better than the sweet smell of the oils, but she nodded quietly, allowing you to place him in but unwilling to let you go. You laugh, rubbing your hand on his back softly.

"Come on now. I told you it is warm. I can add more water if you let me go."

Your rubbing was too much for him. Your hands feel so good on his back. The last few nights had satisfied him, but it was not enough now that he had a taste of your meal. Your soft reactions were not enough. He needed to look into your eye. Your awake eyes.

He buries his face in your shoulder, giving a whimpering whine. Your joking demeanor shifts quicks as you look at him, worry on your face. So cute. he had you wrapped around his finger, didn't he?

He pulls on your sleeve, his dark eyes pleading at you. You feel your heart melt at his pained face.

"What do you need? You look like you're in pain."

He nods and pulls you closer. His grip is firm, much stronger than you were used to. You gasped out, feeling something hard and hot in your hand. It pulsed at your touch, and Korm gave a low moan, not letting go of you.

"It hurts here, Y/N. Can you please take care of it?"

You blink half in shock and horror at what is happening. This was Korm. Sweet, kind, loving, weak Korm who you thought of as a best friend or even like a child you took care of. You were painfully aware at this moment that he was very much an adult. Had he always been taller than you? Those sweaters sure did hide his more prominent than you had thought arms. He started to buck into your hand and whisper your name, his eyes glazed back in a half-lidded, lustful stare. You just stayed frozen until you could not half-process what was happening.

"God....fuck Y/n. Your hand feels so good around me. Your fingers are so soft. I couldn't help it. You were tempting me, please. Just let me use your pretty hands a bit longer."

He bites his lip, breath getting heavier; you feel his eye moving up and down your body, as he humps into your hand, the water splashing on you and the floor.

You come to your senses after a few moments, trying to move your hand away.

"N-no, Korm, this isn't right, I don't."

He growls painfully, yanking your head back with his other hand first full of your hair.

"I. Seid. Please."

Tears silently rolled down as he moved faster and didn't let go of your hair. His lip is way too close as he lets out a shutter, and you feel a new slimy stick to your hand in the water.

He only then lets go, placing an ever-so-light kiss on your lips.

"I feel much better now, Y/N. Thank you."

He sits back, smiling, no, grinning down at you, and you sit wet from the water, both of your hands pulled to your chest after you frantingly clean the main one on your pants.

You sit in your bed, head in your hands. You already texted his mother, telling her you needed to speak with her in the morning. You didn't know what had gotten into him, and he tried to apologize after realizing what he did wrong, but he was not right. This needed to be corrected. No amount of pay and swear words would stop you. You opened your door to get some things from the restroom and almost tripped over a glass cup. You frowned; you had told Korm you didn't want tea when you set him up for bed.

"I am sorry for this."

It was written on the little post next to the cup. You threw it away and ran along to get your things. Take the cup with you and take a long sip. You would need it to sleep well tonight. However, as you walked, your head started hurting.

"what the hell-"

Your vision blurred as you collaged to the floor, the glass shattering before you.

"Naughty, aren't you. Leaving me. You were made for me; you will stay. I will make sure."

Korm giggles as your pitiful form is in front of him. He leans over, licking along your collarbone and up your neck as his needy hands are on your backside, pushing and grinding into you. You yell with a shiver, wracking through your body, trying desperately to escape.

Korm, in his sick, warped mind, seemed to enjoy the reaction he got from you and nipped at your ear, whispering into it.

"Your reactions are so much better when you are awake, Y/N. So cute, so pure, even if I have fucked up your pretty insides with my love for you already."

He moves his mouth down, leaving more marks of his love on his lips. You would be littered with them soon. Your cries and being for him to stop, to go back to how things were. He twisted in his ears, and all he could hear was your sweet noise when his lips were on you. Enjoying what he had wanted, not what he had dreamt of for so long.

You tried to move, but your hands were chained up to a spike in a hall, and no matter how hard you pulled, you wouldn't get free.

"Strong, right? They use those to hold even strong, cute little pets."

He holds your face.

"My cute little darling."

"Why. Why are you doing this, Korm how. How are you even out of bed? W-what...WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THAT TEA?" You yelled in his face

He scrunches up his face, lighting your chin.

"Bad Pets get punished, don't they, Y/N?"

You felt a searing pain in your thigh. A knife. A knife you had used just that morning to spread his jam. You scream, but he hungrily cuts you off with a deep kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

"You are so beautiful..so delicious. I can just eat you up, Y/N. " He groaned, sliding down from your mouth into your belly, rubbing himself through his sweat pants, the knife still twisting in your leg. Sliding onto his knees,

"Tell me you love me, Y/N, and will never leave me?" Another kiss, closer to your sex, made you want to crawl out of your skin. You try your best to remain silent.

"Because you know that I love you?" The red fluid leaking down your leg was licked off with a soft moan of glee.

"God, yes! It hurts, please, Korm, it hurts so bad. Please, please stop."

"And you love me too? TELL ME YOU LOVE ME TOO"

You scream in pain as he forces the knife deeper into your leg.

"Yes! I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU KORM."

You feel the pleasure build up as he thrusts into you without mercy, taking the knife out of your leg. His laugh and smile are filled with his love for you as he licks the blade's blood.

"So sweet. So i n t o x i c c a t i n g"

He was in pure heaven, your cute face under him, seeing your wimpers and moan escape your mouth. He noticed the tears he pounded into your hand, groping your chest, trusting repeatedly. You felt the pressure and pain build.

"No, I'm gonna cum..I don't want to cum. Please, please stop!" You pathetically whimpered.

A wave of shame, guilt, pain, and pleasure followed your high. Tears poured from your eyes as you tried to desperately wiggle out of your binds, but he held you tighter, biting into your shoulder and drawing blood as he came to his own completion.

You let out soft cries of despair as he finishes inside of you. The feeling of his overflowing seed dripping out of you was too much for your mind. The betrayal, the pain, and you felt disgusted even thinking it, but the primal pleasure you felt broke you. You let your head limp to your chest, physically and emotionally done. You just whispered I love you, I love you repeatedly. He takes your face just like you would in his hands and massages it gently, pressing your lips together but now for a kiss.

"I love you so much, Y/N. Now you can take care of me forever! Are you happy? Tell me that you are happy."

He grabs you harder and harder, his nails digging into your tear-stained face.

"....yes...I am so happy..forever."

The darkness that had been closing in on you was here. He would never let his perfect caretaker go.

Ever.

#yandere smut #yandere thoughts #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere writing #tw: yandere #tw non con #tw: violence #yandere boy #horror smut

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omkookie · 8 months

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Guess who hasn't read Charles' route yet...😂 (Oops)

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes, talks of baby trapping, isolation... all thattt. 15+

As nice and kind he is, he's still crazy on the inside. Because of his lack of care, he doesn't behave normally. His obsessive traits quickly become evident and as easy to spot as black ink spilled upon a white sheet of paper.

Charles is hard to read, mainly because only god knows what goes on through his head. One moment, he's all smiles and everything is normal, the other he's getting mad over a stranger who looked at you for "far too long" according to him. (It was 3 seconds at most but oh welp.)

You see, he loves his darling so much.

She's so precious to him, and he wants to give her everything that she deserves along with so much more. But he has to get violent at times, especially when his beloved darling tries to escape. He doesn't like to hurt her, but due to the circumstances it's sometimes necessary. He has to teach her to not run away, and to remain by his side forever. Alas, he will forcefully suck her blood and leave her covered in bites.

In nis delusional eyes they're meant for each other. She's so beautiful, her sweet and pure smile along with her precious and caring hands. He wants to marry her and he wants to build a future with her where they start a family.

If she has kids with him, she surely won't try to leave, right? What cruel mother would take her kids away from their father.... Everyone knows how important a father figure is to the children and household. She couldn't possibly be some cruel monster that takes her kids away from their father now, could she?

of course she can't.

Charles has so many ideas with which he can trap his darling, he's honestly clueless at what to do and which to use first.

Should he go ahead and get her pregnant? She probably wouldn't be too happy about that, considering she didn't even want to look at him right now. She's locked herself in her room in hopes of avoiding him as much as she can, so she's currently in her rebellious state. It would be so cute to have little lookalikes of her running around the house though! having kids would literally prevent her from leaving him, so that might be his best option right now. It's also the one that brings him the most delight.

Something else that he might do is just keep her isolated from others. it will make her depend solely on him, both emotionally and physically. He's curious about how much her psyche might crumble. How much could she take before it became too much? When will she finally break and start loving him back?

His twisted perception of love might be due to his past and the people he's interacted with all these years while he was alive. His twisted feelings might have spiraled from a place of confusion, because his love itself is pure... it's just overshadowed and cast aside by the unrelenting possessiveness and longing for his darling that's achingly sweet like a pink venom.

Maybe his love isn't so pure after all? could love really get corrupted by any other feelings besides hatred? guess we'll just have to wait to find out and see how far he goes.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #yandere #cw;yandere❤️#ikemen vampire charles #charles henri sanson #ikevamp charles #yandere ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire x reader #ikemen vampire fanfic #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere fanfiction

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 3 months

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Alright, since Christmas is basically in pissing distance, we need the power of the indomitable Christmas Spirit.

aka ar team & task force defy snuggling close to their S/O by the fire

(GFL) AR Team and Task Force Defy cuddling with their S/O

AR Team: M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635

DEFY: AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, RPK-16, Angelia

WELP meant to write this way sooner during christmas when this ask was actually sent but, better late than never?

M4 relaxes, staring into the fireplace with S/O next to her.

She wishes that time could just stop, and thinks about what life could be like, assuming they both leave this war alive.

But, she shouldn't think like that, at least not for right now.

M4 holds S/O's arms closer to her, smiling and closing her eyes.

(M4A1) "...Thank you for having me, S/O..."

STAR slightly shifts in her seat as she sits under the blanket with S/O.

She doesn't really know what to do in this kind of situation, especially with their arm around her.

It made her feel safe, anxious, loved, all sorts of emotions she didn't know she had.

But, she certainly wasn't going to complain about it.

(ST AR-15) "Are you comfortable? I can move a little if you need me to."

SOPMOD is almost bouncing with energy, crushing S/O in a tight hug.

She's so excited to open her presents in the morning, and she's waiting to see if Santa will come down the chimney.

...Wait, if the fireplace was still going, wouldn't they catch on fire?

Eh, who cares? It made her feel nice, so she wasn't gonna move.

(SOPMOD) "S/O, feed me the cookies, I dont't wanna get up!"

M16 was ready to get absolutely shitfaced, but she surprisingly decides against it, and holds off on the eggnog.

Instead, she decides that she could at least do something a little romantic and sit with S/O.

Her head being gently rubbed by S/O's hand was making her a little sleepy. The fireplace was doing a good job at setting the mood too.

She stops their hand by simply holding it and smiling up at them.

(M16A1) "In the morning, we'll make a toast to a new year, so you don't have to worry about me doing anything crazy...For tonight anyway. We're celebrating with chicken and Jack Daniels tomorrow!"

RO is completely melting in her S/O's arms, feeling the warmth of their affection moreso than the fire.

She was glad no one else was able to see this, being able to fully relax without anyone to tease.

RO makes sure S/O is comfortable as well, wrapping her jacket around them.

And when she feels a kiss on her forehead, she giggles but averts her eyes.

(RO635) "A-Ah!...No, I didn't mind, it just surprised me is all...Can you do that again...Please?

12's smile seems to grow bigger as she just relaxes with S/O, feeling them lean into her.

This was a nice change of pace from most Christmas's she had, those were either spent in operations or trying to fend off AN-94.

Plus, she got to see the reaction of S/O under the mistletoe earlier, and that was something worth remembering.

She lets one eye slightly open to commit the sight of S/O under the blanket with her to memory.

(AK-12) "I always do enjoy the sight of red on the white snow...I'm talking about the Christmas decorations, by the way."

94 has a small smile form as she holds onto S/O's arm, adjusting the blanket to be over her.

She didn't really need it, but it made S/O comfortable so she was happy to oblige.

94 gives S/O her full attention as they explained many human customs of Christmas, and getting to spend it with loved ones.

And the realization finally dawned on her.

(AN-94) "You consider me a loved one by having me spend Christmas with you...This...makes me very happy."

15 was content to go into sleep mode near the fireplace. It would not set the room they were in ablaze, given that there were state of the art fire detection and supression systems.

But she wasn't entirely sure why S/O insisted on putting the blanket over her as well. It's not like her systems would get damaged.

Nevertheless, 15 went along with S/O's wishes.

It made them happy, and in turn, it makes 15 satisfied.

(AK-15) "If I can ask, why do humans wait for someone that doesn't exist during Christmas? It makes no sense."

16 has a big smile on her face, the biggest of all DEFY as she relaxes into the couch.

That in combination with S/O's blanket made her quite relaxed.

With S/O on her shoulder, there was one thing really to do.

Prod them for reactions.

(RPK-16) "Do you think if Santa was real, he'd get shot down by this base's Anti-Air? It'd make all the human children of the world quite sad, wouldn't it?"

Angelia was still working, with a laptop on her legs while S/O snuggled up next to her.

They held onto her prosthetic arm, making her slowly roll her eyes. She knew better than to question why they were holding onto that arm.

"It was still Ange", would be their answer.

She had to slightly adjust them off so she could continue typing, smiling when she saw them pout.

(Angelia) "If you like this arm so damn much, then I should just rip it off and give it to you. And quit hogging the blanket, I can get cold too, you know."

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cottonpuffmouse · 8 months

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A Stray’s Favorite Lap

Dazai x Fem!Reader in which a convict is finally released from prison and desperate for release. Reader is his long term girlfriend and knows just how to comfort her man. Tenderness ensues.

{AO3 Link}

Tags: Smut(so 18+ only), All Comfort No Hurt, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Very Light Dom/Sub Undertones, Missionary, Teasing, Alcohol is drank by both parties.

Author’s note: Welp. Here we are. I’ve only said a thousand times not to fall for this man. But hereeee we are. PS, Chapter 109 was a publication mistake.

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You woke up to the sound of your door handle jiggling.

The ominous way it shook in the dark, moving just enough for the moonlight to catch the silver. You were frozen in fear until your rational brain reminded you there was a plan for this. With a practiced hand, you opened your nightstand, withdrew your hand gun, and slid onto the floor on the other side of the bed. You peeked over the bedsheets as your heart pounded and you crushed the fabric under your hands. You took deep breaths to try and calm your shaking hands.

Without trigger discipline, you would have shot at the sound of the lock catching. Or at the slow, dramatic way the door opened like magician’s trick. You nearly shot at the shadow that started to slink into your home until he spoke,

“Ah, are you not home? I thought you’d be waiting by the door-”

“I’m home!” You cried, scrambling over the bed towards him.

Your long term, on and off again, lover/boyfriend accept your desperate hug with a happy sigh. Honest emotion went far to make Dazai feel comfortable so you squeezed him with all the fear and anger and love that had been steeping in you for the last month. His clothes were strange on him, likely not his at all as you saw the name tag read: Minazuki. But there was no blood on them, they even smelled fresh. You dug your hands into his shirt to remind yourself it was truly him you were holding.

“You jerk!” You cried. “When you said you were going away for awhile, I didn’t think you meant this long! Where were you?”

“Aww, are you scared I was in some other girl’s arms? Don’t be nervous, I’ve been good,” he teased, wrapping his own arms around you and swaying with you. He hugged you tightly as he sang, “I was somewhere much, much worse. Wanna guess?”

You glared at his grinning face. You’d long accepted that Osamu would do as he pleased, no matter it’s effect on you. He was very selfish in this way and never understood why you couldn’t accept that as a fact of his being rather than a piece of him to fix.

After a moment of glaring from you, he looked serious. “I was in prison-”

“Oh be serious for God’s sakes!” You cried, smacking his arm.

“I am. I was released hours ago. I had to walk here because I don’t have a single yen on me. Even beggars get more pity than I did.”

You rolled your eyes and waited for his serious face to dissolve into his ‘gotcha’ smirk. Dazai stared at you and looked…tired. His body seemed to be leaning more on you than usual, his eyes were dull instead of clever and sharp, his skin felt cool to the touch.

“Osamu!” You gasped.

In the sort of way you knew he loved, you pulled him inside and quickly sat him at your table. Without seeing him, you could feel his small victorious smirk as he got exactly what he wanted. You dragged the blanket from your bed to wrap around his shoulders.

“Aha, thanks,” he said as he shuffled the fabric to his liking.

“You must be starving,” you insist.

“No, no. I’m alright-” Dazai was interrupted by his stomach howling.

He looked away guilty. “Well maybe if you have something quick.”

You kissed his forehead, which gave him this cute boyish blush, and made your way to the kitchen. From there you started to assemble a simple meal for him: rice, miso soup, and grilled fish. When you pulled the fish from the fridge, Dazai groaned.

“No. I had that every day for breakfast. Something else,” he whined.

Knowing he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes again. Starving men were apparently quite picky these days. You looked around in your fridge and in your pantry before you saw something that you both might want to eat.

“How about crab cakes?”

“It will do!” He said with a bored wave of his hand. Dazai rested his cheek on his fist as he watched you pull out the ingredients. You both knew he’d prefer to scarf down the can, swallow it with a mouthful of sake, and curl up to sleep on your floor. But you also both knew that this was a human household, that you demanded he treat himself with respect or not come at all.

He almost always chose to come.

“Okay but you have to chop the parsley,” You said, getting the parsley from your fridge.

You brought the herb to where he was at your table with a cutting block and knife. Dazai set to work without complaint and started to look quite comfortable.

It was always a treat to watch him cut. He was truly awful when it came to using a stove or following a recipe or combining things in a bowl.

But his precision, the way his hands gripped the parsley, the way his fingers curled to protect their tips, and his speed. With every quick thrust of his arm, bits of parsley fell in line. It was all a little breathtaking when he was doing it in the yellow hues of your stove light which, like everything else in the world, made him look beautiful.

Your apartment was soon filled with the rocking of the knife. When you could tear yourself away from his skills, you accompanied it with the swish of your whisk. Without words, you two made soft, soothing music together. Eventually though, you ended it with a crash of cymbals: a frying pan hitting the stove.

A generous amount of oil, the combining of Dazai’s work and yours, and finally, dinner was cooking. The crab cakes fried quickly but left you enough time to make a small side salad topped with ponzu sauce.

In seconds, you plated and served it to him. Dazai didn’t say anything, didn’t allow you the glimpse into his head. He just picked up the chopsticks you provided and brought a small morsel to his mouth. You sat beside him as he chewed, waiting for a verdict.

“ ‘S good,” he said softly after swallowing.

You picked up your own chopsticks to offer him another bite. “Have another then.”

Dazai’s lips closed around your chopsticks, you could briefly feel his tongue move them as he took the bite. You took back your chopsticks and took a bit of the salad in them. He gave a throaty whine at the sight.

“It tastes better when you mix it up. Right now, your mouth is used to the salty, soft fish cake and it’s neutral breading. Now you’ll have that crisp green of cabbage with the tangy, sour ponzu sauce. When you take your next bite of crab cake, it’ll be like the first.”

You explained this concept as though you were talking to someone who’d never eaten before. And indeed, you were trying to soothe the starving animal of his soul. Trying, however futility, to teach him he could trust your words.

The creature must have been placated because he accepted the salad bite. His chewing was loud against the sleeping city and your sleeping neighbors. But it was personal, like he was trying to show you how much he was enjoying each bite. You fed him a bite of crab cake and this time he ate it with a childish happy noise.

“Mmm! You’re right!” He chirped.

He could be such a sunbeam when he let himself, or when he faked it to appease. You basked in the warm glow of Dazai anyways. When you picked up more salad, he shook his head.

“Osamu, you just said I was right-”

He heaved you into a kiss. One moment he’d been sitting in front of you, the next his hands were gripping your shirt, nearly hauling you over the table to press more of you against him. He kissed hard and demandingly, letting his lips drag against yours. It lasted a second then more. Moving out from under the table to get closer to you, the kiss lasted minutes before he let you breathe. When he started to pepper kisses down your neck, you caught onto his game.

“Oh absolutely not!” You cried, pushing him away. “You will finish the damn meal I made you or I will force feed it to you.”

Dazai smiled and moved to kiss you again. “But I’ve missed you. They wouldn’t even let me have an extra pillow to cuddle, you know. So I had to dream of holding something every night, what do you think I chose?”

“Was it me?” You deadpanned.

“It was you!” He cheered, throwing his hands in the air. “So let me-“ Dazai interrupted himself to kiss your jaw and run his fingers over your arm.

He laid his trap as well as he rocked the knife. If you forced him to eat it now, he’d take it as you pushing him away - even if he’d set the trap himself. If you had let him have you, which he clearly wanted with all the shaking desperation of an addict, then his stomach would remain empty and his mood would only worsen throughout the night.

But you were his chosen, his safety, the pillow the guards denied him. So instead of doing either, you took a breath and burst into sobs.

Crying came easily when you thought about him in prison. Whether the tears were bitter or happy or fearful didn’t matter. Dazai was back again and it was worth crying about.

“I was so scared for you! I’m so worried they didn’t feed you enough or let you have enough blankets or let you sleep enough or anything! Osamu, I’m so upset to hear you were treated so-so badly!” You added a sob for good measure to tug on his heart strings. Your shining eyes seemed to beg, ‘Won’t you help me feel better? Just by doing something as simple as eating?’

Dazai grinned as he sat up. “Yes, yes, okay. I’ll eat then. Dry your tears.”

In return for him being kind enough to himself to eat, you scooted behind him. Dazai tensed, his shoulders shooting up towards the ceiling, until you laid a finger on one. You let him feel both your hands on him, assuring him you were holding no weapon that he couldn’t see. You keep the whole of your hand on him as you started to massage his shoulders.

“Ahh, that’s…” He got quiet again. Soon, the only noises were of him eating and your fingers digging into his dress shirt. You dug your thumbs into the knots along his rotator cuff and he moaned. Dazai leaned back against your chest, taking the plate of crab cakes with him.

He looked exceedingly like a lounging prince and you could not resist the urge to pet his hair a little to remind yourself he was not. Dazai hummed at the contact.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Osamu?” You asked, working the soft skin around his collarbone with the tips of your fingers.

Not the type to ever admit to you(or himself) if he was satisfied, he hummed again. A short, vibrating note like a purr.

“You know, I won’t stop if you say you like it. I wouldn’t tease you like-”

“Like I’d tease you?” He countered sharply and quickly.

In a single sentence, his hackles were raised. You let out a soft sigh through your nose and nuzzled his shoulder. “No, Osamu. I like when you tease me. You don’t like being teased, I get it.”

Dazai shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t mind it.”

“Shh,” you soothed, smoothing his bangs down. “I just wanted you to know, I’m here to make you feel better. Not worse.”

He fell silent again and you resumed rubbing him down. Dazai sat up, pulling away from you and you chased after. He turned his head to kiss you and whisper, ‘No, no’. His words were meant to pacify, not to scold, and he showed this by unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Slowly, he let it slide off his shoulders like a beautiful woman letting her yukata slip. His pale, creamy skin looked soft in the domestic glow. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. But on close inspection, you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks.

This was a new game. Dazai was liable to decide to start a new one at anytime after all. But on this sensual board, you had the upper hand. You leaned down and pressed a devotee’s kiss on his shoulder. He shivered and you shivered at his shiver.

That is what dating Dazai was really like. Action and reaction. Action and reaction.

Action.

You pull his hair back and press a hot, open mouthed kiss on his neck.

Reaction.

He bit his lip with a smile and a laugh you could hear in his chest.

“Mmm, perfect. With teeth. Just how I like it-” He hissed as you nipped at his neck.

Dazai didn’t like pain but he loved to be stimulated by it. You’d long since learned the little places you can bite or pinch to make him sound a little breathier. Your hand ran over his bare chest, your thumb gently passing over his nipple and smirked to yourself as his sharp inhale.

“Do you want dessert, Osamu?” You asked.

“I’m so full of crab. I don’t think I can have another bite,” he mumbled back in a pleasant way.

You stood up and offered your hand to him. Dazai stared at it sadly, like he was waiting for you to pull it away, before he took it. You dragged him to his feet as you’d done a billion times before. You pulled your half naked boyfriend around the house: turning off lights, putting dishes in the sink, and plucked the half empty strawberry nigori from your fridge.

There was always something delightful about sharing a bottle with him in bed. You would sip and dangle it between your fingers until he was done talking. Then he would drink and drink until you finished your thought. Osamu never slipped out of character, even drunk, he was scared to show his true self. However, he got more affectionate with you. He was known to kiss you a little gentler, touch you a little softer, fuck you a little slower. He might not admit it but you could tell; Osamu was savoring you like he did the drink.

While you reminisced, Dazai relieved you of the bottle immediately. Twisting the cap off, he drank wholeheartedly. You realized prison parted him from his other great love besides you and crab: drinking.

When you managed to wrench the bottle out of his hands for a sip yourself, a sip was all you had left. You swallowed the rest of it and let that barest trace of intoxication start to warm you.

“God you are so lucky I have another bottle,” You insisted, reaching back into your fridge.

Dazai decided to hold that too. You heard him crack it open the millisecond you turned to close the fridge. Instantly, your hand shot back and yanked the bottle from his lips and onto yours. The indirect kiss deepened as you swallowed one of his favorite sins. You gulped down the sake, hating the bitterness but loving it’s smooth velvety texture and the way it glided down your throat.

“Just like that,” Dazai purred, and lifted the end of the bottle with a single finger. That teasing look crept into his eyes now that it had the energy to do so. “Take it all for me, okay?”

You shook your head as best you could - both determined to not drink anymore but also not lose a drop to the floor. That bottle was as expensive as it was delicious. Slowly, Dazai pulled it back and winked. Then he drank the entire rest of the bottle in one go.

“Osamu, you can be so silly sometimes,” you whispered as you pulled the empty bottle from his hands.

Dazai licked the sake off his lips before leaning in to lick yours clean to. “I’m cruel,” he whispered against your lips.

“No, Dazai, no,” You assured through the blur of your mind. “You’re toxic,” you said with a nod. “But toxic like the sour candy. Harmless in small doses.”

Dazai laughed and used a hand to stabilize you. You didn’t even know you were swaying. He pulled you against him, guiding you towards your bed. “Candy, huh? You think I’m like candy?”

“Yeah, I think you’re real sweet,” you said before giving him a soft kiss.

He grinned. Dazai laid you on the bed slowly, cradling your head until he could let it touch the pillow. The touch was gentle and lingering as he slowly pulled away. Your eyes followed his hand as it left you to touch Dazai’s chest.

Slowly, he dragged his fingers down his chest, down his stomach, and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his pants. Osamu was painfully slow about sliding them down his pale thighs, down over his thin calves. Just before they were at his ankles and you were ready to relish in the sound of his belt hitting the floor, Dazai yanked them up to his thighs.

“Wha-“

“You should see your face!” He laughed. It was a cute boyish thing followed by a smirk. “So cute…”

There was something gentle in his eyes tonight despite his teasing. Dazai leaned in for a kiss and smiled when you rushed to meet him. “I missed you,” he whispered. “Did you think about me?”

“A little bit,” you whispered into his cheek.

“A little bit, huh?” He repeats with a soft laugh. “I thought of you ‘a little bit’ too. I bet your thinking was more fun than mine. Why don’t you tell me about it?”

Dazai gently pushed you back into the bed. You could hear the springs of your mattress creak under him until his face appeared above yours. His dark hair was a bit more unkempt and the space under his eyes darker than when you were last under him. You turned your attention to the smile on his lips, the way his grip seemed stronger, how bright and alert those chestnut brown eyes were.

He leaned down to kiss you. “Tell me what you thought about.”

“You…”

Dazai nodded and pressed a hot kiss to your neck. His fingers barely touched your skin as they dragged over your stomach, leaving you sensitive and electric. He was so close to you that all you could hear was his breathing.

He leaned in to whisper into the shell of your ear, “What else?”

“Your…hands-“ You sighed in relief as he grabbed you tightly, crumping your clothes under his fists. “Your lips, your everything.”

Dazai kissed down your neck, dragging his teeth against the skin. You felt him hum against the soft skin of your throat. “My everything? Do tell.”

“Osamu, please,” You whispered. The buzz of alcohol made warm feelings from your center creep across your body. You could feel his bandages against your skin as he pushed your shirt over your head.

Against your better judgment, you pushed your hips up to grind on his cock. The thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to hide how hard he was and it was divine to feel Osamu’s cock again, even if it was just against your thigh. He pushed your hips down onto the bed.

“I said please,” you hissed softly. “I am already begging, please, please.”

He closed his eyes. You could see the smile on his face grow as you struggled to feel him again; your hips bucked, trying desperately to feel his cock rub against any part of you. Dazai inhaled like a diver coming up for air before locking eyes with you.

“Why should I?”

“Please!” You wailed. “This is ridiculous! Please!”

“Please what?” He asked, sliding one hand into your underwear. Dazai tapped his fingers against soft skin above your core, a silent promise to what he would give. No matter how you moved or squirmed, his fingers remained locked there.

You gripped the sheets as you tried to grind against his hand. The words were coming and there was no way to stop them. “Please fuck me!”

He whispered coyly. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

In one fast motion, Osamu pulled the underwear off your hips. As you tried to kick it the rest of the way off, he grabbed your inner thighs and spread them.

Finally, he ran his thumb between your folds and gently rubbed your clit. You sighed in relief as that warm feeling started to take over your brain. A thousand anxieties were lifted as his head dipped to kiss your stomach. Your insides fluttered when he could feel his smirk against your skin.

As Osamu kissed, his other hand cupped your breast. He gently massaged them like you had his back, with tender rubbing and the occasional squeeze.

Dazai was so close now. You could feel him all around you like you were swimming in him. Further and further your mind slipped away as he massaged and kissed. On a perfect swipe of your clit, your thigh closed around his hand as the pleasure shocked you.

“Keep these here,” He commanded, pushing your legs apart.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled as you purposefully relaxed each muscle.

He pressed a hot, sloppy kiss to your thigh to assure you. Then he parted your lips with his thumbs. You tensed as you felt his breath fan across your pussy, waiting for the brush of his lips.

“Osamu, please don’t tease. Haven’t I waited just as long as you?” You whimpered pathetically.

“You waited for parts of me. I waited for all of you so let me indulge.”

Your fingers managed to find his hair and then his cheek. “No. I waited for all of you too. So indulge me.”

There was a quiet moment. Then his arms slid under your thighs so he could hold them in place.

“Thank you,” was barely whispered before he pressed a long, tight kiss to your clit.

The feeling of his soft lips dragging against it as he sucked was brain melting. You cried softly as your stomach started to tense, as your body started to only feel his tongue lick you. His thumbs rubbed your inner thighs gently, in contrast with how maddeningly he slurped at your clit.

When you tried to close your legs again, you found yourself held open by him. A delicious panic flooded you as you realized there was no stopping him. Osamu could spend hours massaging your pussy if he wanted. You were just putty in his hands then.

“Yes,” you breathed, sliding your fingers through his hair. “Please.”

He hummed and redoubled his efforts. Now the noise of him sucking could reach you as well as his soft moans. It was a sound like he was eating dripping ice cream. You took a deep breath that you never quite released. It came out in stutters as you felt your pussy squeeze around nothing.

“Gonna cum?” He asked teasingly. You nodded quickly. You felt him start to pull away, felt his cheeks leave your thighs and cried out in fear. Dazai soothed you by rubbing slow circles into your clit. “Good. I want to feel it.”

When he shoved down his boxers, there was no teasing this time. His cock slapped down onto your wet pussy without shame. You held your breath and closed your eyes. You had to focus on something other than how good it would feel to cum on his fingers. You tried not to feel the way his fingers kept brushing your clit affectionately; nor the way his tip settled between your pussy lips.

You almost lost it when he licked the shell of your ear. That telltale coil tightened in your stomach. He pressed on, whispering so close that it echoed in your brain, “If you can hold on until I cum inside you, I’ll give you a great reward.”

“What?” You gasped.

“An amazing one. Something you’ve always wanted.”

“What? What?” You asked, trying to get your breathing under control.

“For the record, I hope you win.” He started to press into you, the head of his cock slipping in with his last word.

For a brief few seconds, the world was made crystal clear through pain. Even with his fingers on your clit, it was hard to relax around his thick shaft. It felt like every time you opened to give him space, his cock filled it. Then, finally, you felt his hips slot against yours.

“Whew,” he breathed, rolling his head back. You could see the barest hints of a smile as he whispered, “I don’t remember you being this tight for me.”

“It hurts,” you whined softly.

“I know, I know. Let it distract you…For as long as it can, anyways.”

When he gave a soft roll of his hips, pressing the slightest bit deeper into you, your entire body shivered. He let you hear a satisfied hum before leaning over you.

Osamu kissed you as he slowly slid out, letting you feel every gliding inch. He was still kissing you when his hips snapped forward and pressed every inch of him against your walls. You cried out as a wave of pleasure nearly washed you into an orgasm.

“Look at you try. So cute,” he muttered as he found a slow, punishing rhythm.

Each time he filled you, your mind lost all thought. When he pulled back, you regained just enough to realize the next thrust was already coming. The faint slapping of your thighs meeting echoed through your soul. You sunk your nails into his back to try and focus on anything beside how good he felt.

Osamu gasped, hips stuttering just slightly, and he slapped the sheets to refocus. You barely noticed it, knowing after so many years his frustration was not with you. He bunched them in his fist and took a deep breath.

“What a…” He breathed again. “What a mean trick. You’re supposed to lose, you know.”

“What is it?” You demeaned to know the reward in the single moment of clarity you had.

“Not telling,” he teased, returning to his thrusts.

Lost in the sea of him again, that warm that had spread through you started to turn uncomfortably hot. Every thrust had you holding back a cry or squeezing. It felt too good to think about; it felt like hell to think of anything else.

He fell on top of you a bit, wrapping you tightly in his arms as he fucked deeper into you. You hissed as you felt your orgasm start to creep up on you, waiting for the very moment you dropped your guard so it could flood your system.

“I can-ha-feel you holding back,” he whispered quickly. A few soft pants came out as he continued, “But I want to feel you cum. I want to-“

You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him flush against you. Osamu let out a beautiful whimpering sound as his pace increased. Being filled again, being rocked by his motions, his skin on yours was overwhelming as you gasped for air. He slipped a hand between you two to paw at your clit again and it undid you.

For a precious few thrusts, you hoped it was just another strong flutter. But your orgasm completely washed over your senses, intensifying each perfect thrust until you were screaming. You were blind to everything but Dazai and how good it was so cum around his cock.

“That’s it-that’s perfect-that’s-“ He bit his lip and you felt his cock throb inside you. A second later and you could feel his cum fill every crevice he couldn’t.

You both stayed there, basking in the feeling of sweaty, hot connection. His arms remained around you and hugged you almost desperately. After he caught his breath, Dazai pulled out slowly like it pained him to do so and flopped next to you on the bed.

He wasted no time pressing you against his chest and holding you there. After a few minutes of listening to each other breathe, he whispered, “Maybe next time.”

“Oh buzz off,” you said in one breath.

Osamu laughed and pulled you up to kiss your head. “I think I’ll stay the night. Let you try again tomorrow morning.”

“Good.”

“And tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll stay the weekend actually,” he decided. “Maybe this week too, we’ll see how I feel on Sunday.”

“Whatever you want, Osamu,” you said, nuzzling his chest.

He rubbed your arm softly. “Maybe longer…”

“Like I said, whatever you want,” you huffed, tired of talking and more interested in focusing on your cheek against his chest.

With another kiss, he relaxed back into the mattress. “You don’t mind? What if I moved in permanently? You’d have to get an eviction notice to make me go.”

“I want you here. Why would I give you a notice?”

“Mmm, touché. What if I made you add my name to the lease?”

“Then I’d have no right to serve you a notice. We’d just live together.”

Dazai squeezed you tightly and said, “That would give you lots of chances to win at our game, wouldn’t it? Earn that reward I promised?”

“Yup,” you sigh exhaustedly. “I bet I’d get a chance every night if you stayed here.”

“You would,” he teased.

After that he didn’t talk. You listened to the sound of him breathing, felt the rise and fall of his chest, and let yourself relax into his side. Moments later, you felt his fingers massaging your scalp and sighed. You fell asleep in his arms and knew as certain as the sun’s impending implosion: that Osamu would still be holding you when you woke up.

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