bajitheestallion

[bajitheestallion]

"where has your determination gone to, little thing?"

warnings: f! reader, shameless repost, cnc, rough dom, angry sex, heavy language, verbal humiliation, manhandling, fingering, piv, no aftercare, simon's being a big meanie, storyline? what storyline?

word count: 1,3k

a/n: ignore the mid beginning (and middle, and end), changed it back into reader insert cuz i hated it

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he was a man of determination and sheer willpower, a man with strong morals and one might even dare say simon riley was a bit of a patriot, but dangerous is what he really was – like a predator he moved, like a sickened predator he stalked and watched, like a bloodthirsty predator he hunted down and slaughtered whatever poor bastard was his next set target. he was blind and rabid with rage - a weapon, a machine on the battlefield. with phantoms of war haunting his flesh, scattered across his skin in all shapes and forms – the white line searing deep into his thumb, in particular, caught your attention.

you - the little spoiled rotten princess that was assigned under his supervision, making his day-to-day life miserable and the past few days fucking hell – yeah, that's what he would call it, ''fucking hell'', when after a particularly long, torturous day you'd come around with your usual set of deliberately detailed questions and utterly childish complaints. it's not the type of confession he'd make to any other living soul, but he's never questioned your intelligence – he knew how much twisted joy hid in the tasteless jokes, so out of the goodness of his own rotten heart he warned you – ''one day, birdie, you'll get the chance of coming across some mean motherfuckers, and i won't be there, and this shit-'' his deep voice roughed with the heaving breaths, ''is going to get you killed.'' that was three, maybe four months ago – three, hardly four months before you'd be assigned a task together, one he just couldn't deny.

maybe it was the remote location, or perhaps the complications which occurred on nearly daily basis, you could very well just be feeling a bit under the weather – not following even the simplest orders, talking back, grabbing his prized little possessions only to leave them at the other side of the room, and even going as far as raising your voice at him – the petite, cheeky girl with the golden smile and screams like that of a harpy, ringing in his ears, risking to rupture his eardrums as you spat ugly threats at him.

heavy footsteps quickly closed the distance between the two of you, as the wooden floor quaked underneath his iron-cast weight – the air thinned with his presence approaching you. ''i'd like to see you try, princess-'' strong hands invaded your space, hooking the little pocket knife you always carried around off your belt with absolute ease. ''i'd like to see you fucking try'' clatter of the metal blade hit the tiles of the bathroom floor – one room you tried to hide in, thinking about what you've been told, what he taught you – when an enemy backs you into a corner, you fight back, you claw your way out of it, taking advantage of every damn thing in your surroundings, you – he knew this, he knew it and he's been taunting you – watching you, examing each one of your moves, your anxious gaze scattered all over the room.

the tips of his fingers tenderly caressed your chin, brushing against the warm skin of your flushed cheeks as he cooed at you – whispering, his voice haunting you as he hummed a lustful song, the chorus of desperate heat within him. soft, heated breath washed over the side of your face, as he tapped his thumb over your bottom lip – swollen, bloody with fear – prying open your mouth, "stupid fucking bitch".

leather-bound hands groped your flesh, brushing against the swell of your breast and back up, teasing the sensitive, perky nubs, taking one between two clumsy fingers as he gazed at you with curious eyes. ''naughty little birdie, aren't you?'' forcing a hand between your legs, his gloved palm slid down your thigh, stroking your pulse as rough fingers endowed with perverted curiosity slipped past the fabric of your shorts. three fingers ghosted over the swollen folds of your cunt – wet, soaked with need – as he gathered sweet, sticky arousal on his fingers. two pushing in, as you chewed on the inside of her cheek, nearly drawing blood biting down a whimper, your voice trembling as pain spread through your core, and the vicious sound of his chuckle rang in your ears.

heat rippled over your face as the pad of his finger slid across your stiff clit, cruelly teasing it with a quick swirl as the little knot of pleasure in your belly tightened against your own will. pure bliss fought with the persistence of your pathetic resistance – it turned him on how you cried in despair, made him into a fucking animal, only swiping faster, making the little nub twitch under the lewd movement of his fingers.

fear of him breaking you rushed the adrenaline through your veins, and clouded your mind with frenzy – but he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't break you – he'd only shatter you, devour and waste what was once within you.

he kissed the warm flesh on your neck – chapped lips prying open, the tip of his tongue heated with desire tasting the struggle evident on the hot skin, before he bit down, scarring its delicacy. the grip his hands held on you was sadistic, punishing, nearly crushing your hips. desperation and lust thickened in your throat, breath hitching somewhere in your lungs – you couldn't tell though, your own body betraying you – any words of protest, or perhaps resentment towards your superior, your dear and beloved lieutenant, died on the tip of your tongue. only a faint whisper slipped past your lips – hoarse with the exhaustion from the pathetic cries – as he lowered your limp body onto the ground, the playful fingers still fucking you at a lazy pace.

not only was he utterly intoxicated by your movements, but he's also grown addicted to it – snuffing a grunt, sucking the air in through his teeth as he watched you fuck yourself back into his hand. the obnoxiously loud, hot-headed troublemaker was actually an obedient little whore, completely at his mercy.

both hands encased your hips, as he traced the head of his cock along the edges of you, the heavy tip pressing against the tight entrance of the clenching cunt coated with shimmery, sticky arousal. he shut his eyes closed as his heavy hips thrust in and out of you - every rushed beat of your heart was now pulsating with desperation in your cunt, as you whimpered, cried – more, more, more. swayed, craved – closer, closer, closer.

his hands grabbed at your hips, thighs, ass – his strokes jaunty, clumsy, as one hand sneaked into your hair, roughly pushing your face down until you winced in pain. it seemed like he preferred it this way – balls deep, without the pretend concern. your mind was numb, brain melting – the loud slaps of skin and groans of pleasure filled your ears, consumed your entire being, devoured every last bit of decency you had left. noises – mixtures of pure nonsense drowned in moans gutted through your body, as he grabbed your hand and forced your palm open flat against your lower belly – he was boring into your stomach, ruthless and cruel it made your cunt throb with pleasure, ripping up your spine, tearing through the weary muscles as it set your nerves aflame and whirled your brain with the agonizing need to just fucking cum already.

''where has your determination gone to, little thing? thought you were gonna-'' his violent thrusts spread the clenching walls of your warm cunt each time he slammed his hips into yours, ''mm, slit my throat? isn't that right, you needy-'' a thrust, ''desperate-'' and another, ''whiny-'', and one more ''-slut".

he noticed – your muscles tensed, limbs trembled, as your brain fizzed with the pain overwhelmed by the carnality of the physical pleasure, he knew you were so damn fucking close … so, he stopped. ''think you deserve to cum after what you said to me?'' he slowed down the pace of his brutal fucking, even if it took every last bit of his self-control, ''nah, little birdie, you don't-'' a hand brushed against your lower back, ''this one is all for me'' it was a growl more than it was a sentence, as he fucked his leaky precum into your womb, ''and this one too'' one last thrust before he pulled out heaving, hot cum covering your thighs, dripping onto your worn out cunt.

[bajitheestallion]

✧˖*°࿐ synopsis + warnings — just a smoke session with your plug ( she/her pronouns, reader has female anatomy, chubby reader, mentions of drugs, usage of drugs [weed], black-haired!draken agenda, lowercase intended bc i typed this on my phone again, more of a drabble, it was suppose to end in a cute way, but y'all know i love chaos, and this is so unedited omg, minors dni )

✧˖*°࿐ featuring drug dealer draken because y'all seemed to eat the last one all the way up ! prev.

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the cloud fogged around draken's car as some rap song played lowly on the radio. every sunday night when you were supposed to prepare for your university classes on monday, you found yourself sitting pretty in draken's passenger's seat. pastel pink tracksuit hugging your full figure as you hummed along to the song that was playing. once in a while you're watching draken. when your curious eyes took in his attractive looks, you caught him rolling a blunt for the two of you to smoke.

crossing your thick thighs across over one another as you watched him. how could he make such a simple task look so fine? maybe it was the way his fingers rolled the substance. or it could have been the same tongue that licked you clean on some days licking on the rolling paper. no, it definitely was the sensational smell of his cologne and the weed. maybe it was all three.

didn't really matter once your thoughts and shameless staring were interrupted by draken passing the blunt to you. you took a hold of the rolled substance, about to place it between your lip gloss-covered lips before draken stopped you.

"what ken?" you questioned him as you stared at him.

"come here." he motioned for you to come closer and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

he was ruining the smoke session already, but you did what you were told. learning over towards him. with your fingers gripping at the blunt just to be sure it doesn't drop on the floor, ken's leaning over placing an intense kiss on your lips. if this was a couple rotations in of passing the rolled substance around, you would have concluded that he was just turned on and feening to fill your thighs clutching around his head or your dripping cunt grasping around his cock. but it wasn't, he pulled back with a smirk. wiping the clear lip gloss that was on his lips off.

"if you didn't want my lip gloss wetting the blunt, you could have just said that," you uttered before placing it in between your lips.

"but i wanted a kiss." ken whined as he looked at you.

"such a baby," you huffed as you passed the blunt back to him.

majority of times, a smoke session with draken usually ended with you dangerously sharing each other cottonmouth saliva. or hands grasping on each other and soft moans bouncing off the windows while the driver seat is reclined back. but here the two of you were just talking as the marijuana cloud swirled around draken's car. your feet taking place in draken's lap as you two take in each other's silence. not sure if you two were too high to function at the moment or genuinely enjoying each other's silence.

"do you ever think about quitting all of this?" you questioned him. you leaned forward to sip from the water bottle he had in his car.

"quit what?" draken responded as his droopy eyes that were as red as acrylic on your nails stared at you. his large hands massaging one of your feet.

"like selling? don't all plugs have like a goal or something?" you asked. your head tilted slightly as you waited for his response.

"you've been watching too much tv," drake simply stated.

"i mean probably, but you gotta be saving up for something right? i want to know more about ken ryuguji...not the drug dealer version of him though."

ken's tugging your ankle up to his face and begin to place soft kisses on your ankle and soon up to your calf. which you let out a giggle at his motions, shaking your ankles out of his grip. "stop trying to seduce me to avoid what i said." you said.

"don't tell me you're one of those stoners that want to get all poetic and shit when you're high," draken responded.

your eyebrows raised at his comment. he was definitely avoiding your question.

"i just want to know more about the man who likes eating me out, that's all." you bluntly admitted.

"it's a lil too late for that don't you think? i mean, already got a taste of ya,"

your mouth gasped open at his comment. you soon removed your feet from his lap and slide them back into the dior slides. "well, you ain't tasting no more of this until you open to me draken." you opened the car door.

"(y/n) wai—"

the car door was closed harshly as ken let out a sigh. he watched her walk into her apartment complex all alone before eventually driving off.

— random ass headcanons i came up for plug!draken

has that everybody eats mentality with him and his friends.

such a 'gimme a kiss' ass man.

picks you up from your classes and takes you out to get food. the girlies on campus be hating.

have you ever had an orgasm while high besties?? well yeah you experience a lot of those with ken

ken never takes you when he does drop. even though it'll be a pretty sight to see such a pretty girl in his passenger seat all damn day, he would never put you in that type of situation. (so pls you ain't never going be one of those i'll throw a brick for you daddy bc frankly ken would hate himself if you even got caught up in his mess)

i'm not saying your apartment is his second home, but your apartment is his second home. he has a spare toothbrush there, a lot of his clothes mysteriously whine up in your laundry basket, hell he even labeled his box of cereal for you to not touch lmfao.

sends 'this her' pictures to the groupchat of you in your cute lil crop top looking beautiful as ever *whole groupchat follows you on instagram*

'saw this cute little gold anklet and thought about you..so here you go' headass

he purposely be leaving his trap phone at your place. just to get coochie again.

plug draken aesthetic check !! 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8.

[bajitheestallion]

WHO GIVES THANKS AT THE TABLE FOR YOUR PUSSY AT THANKSGIVING DINNER:

RAN, TAIJU, RINDOU, MIKEY, HANMA, SMILEY

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what’d i miss?

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dancing bachata w/ nahoya. no i'm not okay

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literally!!

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dens is alive ?

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DENS 🫂🥺💙 u know i get soft whenever i see u in my notifs

IS THAT MY BOO???

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WHERE DO U BE RUNNING OFF TO DENS

can't answer that myself , boo

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[bajitheestallion]

gm ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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wanna finish this fic pero WORK KICKING MY ASSS

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your teeth in my neck but it's souya

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elle n i talking abt college student nahoya n how he is at parties god i wanna party w him so bad i miss goin to parties im MAD

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hheeeyyy... heyyy...

[bajitheestallion]

IMPORTANT. PLEASE REBLOG.

recently, i made a post about ignoring a hate anon who has been harassing me and catfishing people as me. they are now going into peoples inbox and lying about me, so far ive only seen them claim i was the second account for a blog who wrote a grooming/pedophilia fic. see the ask below

i have had this blog since LONG before then. i’ve never supported or written that. this is tiresome. please if you get weird asks about me ASK ME FIRST. this person is harassing me, sending me slurs, catfishing as me, and now this. they just look desperate. it’s really sad for them.

[bajitheestallion]

my eyes are half open