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this guy fucking sucks

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Rin hated clubbing, all of it, the noise, the touching, the alcohol… but you dragged him along anyway, insisting on having a fun night out and for him to live a little.

It had started innocently enough, you pulling at him to dance with out, and pouting when he said no, so you left him to go dance, occasionally coming back to the table to sip at your drink (drinks, they were soon piling up) while he glared at everyone you danced with and guarded your drinks like a faithful bodyguard.

You weren’t stupid. You knew he liked you, it wasn’t rocket science. But until then, you never really had the courage to act upon it (and lord knows he certainly wouldn’t make the first move), always just a bit too hesitant to toe the line of friendship.

But fueled by adrenaline and alcohol, you finally made your move, sitting a little too close to him, letting your hands wander. He’d stiffened up, naturally, used to your touchiness, but unused to this new sensuality to it.

“You’re handsome.” You smiled up at him batting your lashes at him, though your heart couldn’t help but race in your chest.

He narrowed his eyes at you, but even then you couldn’t ignore the hint of a flush on his cheeks.

“You’re drunk.” He responded, but even then you noticed how he didn’t push you away (he never pushed you away).

“I’m drunk.” You agreed bluntly, not even batting an eye as you continued. “And I want to fuck you.”

His eyes widened, his whole body stiffening for a moment as he stared at you, as if not comprehending your words. He could have tried to respond, but he didn’t, or rather, he didn’t have a chance to.

Fueled by tipsy boldness, you’d let your hands trace up his chest all the way up to loop around his neck, pulling him slightly lower to whisper in his ear.

“But I’d rather fuck you sober.” You breathed out before pulling away to look at him.

Do you get it? Do you understand what I’m saying? You think, looking directly into his eyes as you release him, your hands pulling away from his neck. Do you understand that it’s you? That it’s always been you?

He clenches his jaw, staring at you fixedly, before he speaks, his voice low and terse. “…I’m taking you home.”

You almost deflate at that, a feeling of both annoyance and disappointment swirling in you with a distant pang of hurt, before he speaks again, his eyes sharp and piercing as they bore into your own.

“And I’m staying until you’re sober.”

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Bluelock Smut Thoughts p1

Reo x AMAB! Reader

Oral (reader receiving), Dom! Reader, Penetration (reader receiving)

|| You think Reo is the prettiest when he’s on his knees, his lips wrapped around your cock, bobbing his head desperately as he looks up at you with desperate eyes begging for your praise. Of course, you’ll give it to him, but only after you jerk your hips so that he takes you in completely, his slutty little moan at the sensation making you grin like you’re feral.

Of course at the end of the day, no matter how the Mikage heir acts in public, in charge and confident, the only place he wants to be is on his knees for you, worshiping your cock like you’re his personal deity. And maybe later, if he’s good enough for you, you think as you fist at his cute lil ponytail, you’ll let him inside you as you ride him while he whimpers your name. Of course, that’s only if he’ll be a good boy for you. ||

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Like a fly in a Web

Yan! Male! Bailey x AFAB! Reader

CW: non-con, attempted sexual assult (not Bailey, at first), controlling behaviors, possessiveness and age gap

Cockwarming, male masturbation, metions of spanking and flogging

Whether it’s an image of you laughing with that other pathetic whelp (Robin, he thinks his name might be) or whether it's the sound of you sobbing your eyes out in your room after a particularly rough day, he just can’t get you out of his mind. And it pisses him off more than anything.

You’re a sweet little thing, soft, skittish, shy.

You never cause trouble for anyone, you’re always the first to offer someone help and you do your best to encourage others, even if they don’t deserve it.

It’s honestly disgusting, but Bailey doesn’t really mind your mannerisms all that much.

As long as you pay on time, why should he care? You’re good enough with following rules and you never back talk, something refreshing when dealing with the other brats that he hosts, after all.

In fact, if anything, you should go completely unnoticed to him.

And yet.

And yet.

Somehow, someway, he just can’t get your image out of his mind.

Whether it’s an image of you laughing with that other pathetic whelp (Robin, he thinks his name might be) or whether it's the sound of you sobbing your eyes out in your room after a particularly rough day, he just can’t get you out of his mind.

And it pisses him off more than anything.

So at first he tries to ignore it, to try and focus on something else, anything else, but it proves a fruitless endeavor after he finds himself having to chase an intruder out of your room, and the sight of your partially undressed form and your tear filled eyes are seared into his brain.

So much so that he finds himself having to relieve himself at his office desk, imagining himself as the perpetrator, pressing his body against your shaking and sobbing one, only this time there would be no one there to save you.

And when he finishes, instead of feeling the sense of dread and horror that he usually does, he finds that almost all of the guilt he usually has has dissipated with the frequency at which he fantasizes.

Still, at the end of the day, they’re just fantasies, he knows deep down that he would never act on them.

At least until he finds you planning to leave.

You think you’re so slick, so smart don’t you? Thinking that your debt is almost paid off, thinking that you’ll just leave town? Thinking that you'll just leave him?

But poor you, you don’t even realize that your room doesn’t even have a lock, that anything you try and attempt to plan out that he’ll already know completely about, that he can easily get any number of your fellow orphans to spy on you with just a small incentive of lowering their debt.

And suddenly you’re near tears in front of him as he explains to you that your debt is being raised again, to an exorbitant amount that you couldn’t possibly manage to pay him by the end of the week.

And you, poor sweet foolish you, for the first time ever, raise your voice against him, asking him why this is happening, how this could take place?

But that’s not his problem is it? He’ll sneer at you, you can find a way, maybe this time you can actually sell your body (although the thought of anyone else touching you makes him strangely uncomfortable), but you persevere, asking him if there’s anything else you can do.

And for the first time, Bailey decides to be generous towards you, there is a way, in fact, that you can pay him back, it just might be the only way in fact.

And that’s how you find yourself in his office, your face covered in tears and a bright red flush as he has you sitting ever so pretty on his lap, your soft folds enveloping his cock as he slowly rocks into you, letting out a cruel chuckle as you sniffle and sob into his shoulder.

Poor you, you probably thought that your first time would have gone to Robin, didn’t you? You could have hardly predicted that your pretty pussy would be absolutely ruined by the creepy old orphanage director did you?

But you should be glad, after all he’s holding back from how he’d usually go through the motions, you should be glad that he hasn’t even tried to spank you yet, much less flog you, but he supposes he has all the time in the world now to experiment now that he has his hands on you.

After all, there’s nowhere you can go now that he’s got you completely tied down to him, is there?

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Don't say "Love"

Male! Kylar x AFAB! Reader

Cw: Dub-con (Kylar never openly consents but he's definitely into it) mentions to past non-con of reader, stalking (Kylar smh), general Dol warnings

Grinding to completion, Hate sex, Dom Reader, Kyler gets no satisfaction (RIP), Reader is an asshole to Kylar, degregation, spitting. First time writing smut and I chose this... mental illness

How is it that despite everything, you end up being a target when he’s literally right there? And how is it, that after all the fucking bullshit you’ve suffered, this freak somehow thinks it’s his turn to get in on the action?

“What the fuck are you doing under my bed?”

You finally manage to question as you stare in disbelief at the dark haired male, his green eyes darting over your partially undressed form of your pajama shirt and your underwear.

With the way he’s staring at you, eyes blown out with desire and obsession, stumbling out from under your bed like the girl from the grudge, you should be scared, but you can’t quite manage to be afraid of him.

Shaggy black hair slips over one of his eyes as he struggles to explain his presence, his mutterings largely ignored by you as you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

He’s just so…

“...j–just wanted t-to make sure you were safe– I swear I didn’t–”

So… pathetic.

How could you possibly take him seriously? With his stupidly oversized hoodie that he keeps tugging at and his ridiculously underwhelming figure being swallowed whole by it, how could anyone?

It almost makes you upset.

No.

Scratch that, it fucking pisses you off.

Whitney’s constant harassment, Robin’s dependence, the constant debts piling up on you, practically whoring yourself out to Avery… fuck even walking down the goddamn streets of this fucked up town…

How is it that despite everything, you end up being a target when he’s literally right there?

And how is it, that after all the fucking bullshit you’ve suffered, this freak somehow thinks it’s his turn to get in on the action?

“Kylar… shut the fuck up.”

You finally say, expression twisting into a rage hidden deep within you, kept far away from anyone else, startling him from his ramblings of love.

He looks shocked, scared even.

Good.

You like that.

You like being in control for once.

You stride over to him, shoving him onto your bed with a scowl, ignoring the startled yelp he lets out as he lands on his ass.

“So what?” You start heatedly. “You thought you could just sneak into my room and have your way with me?!”

“N-no– I would never–” He starts again, only to cut himself off as you grip his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” You practically growl out, before lowering yourself to straddle his lap, onto his obvious bulge, yanking his face to look up at you.

“Love this, love that… you don’t fucking love me you sick freak, you just use me to get off, like everyone else in this shithole.” You snarl, grinding your hips down into his and scoffing at the stuttered mewl of pleasure he lets out.

You let out a hiss of disgust as you continue to rut yourself into him, feeling both sick to your stomach and also, in a weird way, vindicated in your assessment of him.

His cheeks flush red with pleasure, simply letting out whines and whimpers as you continue, lifting his hands up in an attempt to hold you, to caress you in his own twisted mockery of love.

You scoff at his actions, slapping his trembling hands away with your other hand, grinding down into him harder, relishing in the slight spark of pleasure that runs through you.

“Did I say you could touch me?” You rhetorically question, knowing he can’t answer you, before pushing him fully down onto the bed.

His hands rest at his sides, making no move to stop you as you do so, despite the fact that you aren’t holding him down, instead fisting into your sheets.

Pathetic.

“And– and what? You want to protect me? Don’t make me laugh, if you wanted to protect me you’d actually do something useful, not hide under my bed like a disgusting pervert.” 

You squeeze his jaw harder at the word pervert, before letting out a begrudging moan of your own as you continue your actions, your growing wetness leading into a more willing pleasure for yourself, breath hitching as your clit catches against the tent in his pants.

He practically moans at your reaction, and you snarl in annoyance, the hearts you can practically see in his eyes making you even more upset. 

“Y–you’re so fuck– fucking pathetic.” You hiss out, chasing the warm feeling that rises within you, gasping when you manage to hit that same spot, grinding down harder on it to pleasure yourself.

You lean over him, eyes blown out and dark.

“Everyone– everyone else ta–takes what they want–” You whisper, almost sounding soothing if it weren’t for the nature of your words. “Ahh– all you can do is give.”

“S–so… I’ll be the one doing the taking this time.” You firmly state, gyrating your hips harder onto him.

He predictably responds with a muffled moan, one to which you find yourself giving an almost... Whitney-like smirk too.

Maybe that should scare you.

It doesn’t.

Instead, you focus on the pursuit of your own climax, letting out unabashed noises of pleasure, not even caring if anyone came in to check on you, too caught up in the addicting feeling of your clothed crotch thrusting against his own.

“H–haah– you're s–so pathetic.” You whimper out, feeling the familiar heat of climax lick up a fire in you, and at the sound of his muffled cry, almost in agreement, you feel the string snap, the molten waves of pleasure taking over you as you toss your head back in a sharp cry.

The blinding white that fills your eyes and the feeling of an orgasm taken instead of forced fills you with both pride and pleasure.

You huff as you come down from your high, stopping the movement of your hips as he whimpers softly, frustrated at his own lack of a finish, but too much of a coward to take.

Snorting, you lean over him again, pulling up his jaw to spit into his mouth, finally letting his face go from your ridgid hold.

“Swallow.” You command, feeling a flicker of satisfaction as he does so, opening his mouth to show you.

“Good, that’s the least you could do.” You say, before getting off of him and slipping off your soaked underwear.

You laugh as he looks at you in hope as he sits up, eyeing your drenched core with great interest.

“No, I’m not finishing you off.” You state, snickering as he looks like he might cry with disappointment.

“But I’ll be nice. Nicer than anyone has been to you anyways.” You hum, tossing your underwear at him. 

He looks at you, slightly bewildered, and partly in awe of the article he has in hands.

“A present, put it in your mouth, jack off to it, I don’t care.” You state. “Now get out of my room, before I make you get out.”

He nods, face still flushed with pleasure as he looks at the item in his hands before making his way to the window, presumably the way he got in.

“And one last thing Kylar” You say, as he pulls open the window, watching as he turns back to you, that same look of obsession still flaring in his eyes.

“Don’t ever say you love me again.”

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Masterlist:

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Dol (Degrees of Lewdity):

Kylar x Reader: Don’t Say Love

Bailey x Reader: Like a Fly in a Web

DSP/Funamusea:

IkePri:

BSD:

Hunter x Hunter:

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