#I feel like i'm on a roll to at least pump out one or two attack/revenges a day

[theamityelf]

May I request more RoD Fuyuhiko and kidnapped Makoto? 😩

Oh boy, I've imagined this so many ways. Right now, I'm kind of into the idea of it being a very formal and dignified kidnapping.

Like, he's got that three-piece suit brand of villainy; he could send Peko to knock Makoto out and drag him home (and if they were close/dating in school, he does think of his home as Makoto's home, however complicated his feelings are now), but more likely he's sending a car to block Makoto's (walking) path and Peko climbs out and informs Makoto that the head of the yakuza would like a word and it's nonnegotiable.

Ideally (for Fuyuhiko), he does this before the Future Foundation gets to Makoto, but he'll find a way after, if needed. (And it's perhaps more interesting, story-wise, if Makoto has at least spent a couple of days with Future Foundation before Fuyuhiko can abduct him.) Whatever the case, he'll make arrangements to get Makoto alone, a car will pull up in front of him, and:

"Makoto Naegi," the gray-haired woman says. (Not like a question; it hasn't been a question since the killing game. At least, not a genuine one. It's so weird, to have other people know his name before he knows theirs.) "Your presence has been requested. The boss asks that you get in the car without making a scene, and nobody gets hurt."

"The boss?"

"You won't know the details until you meet the boss in person." The young woman shifts her shoulders in a way that subtly hefts the sword bag strapped to her back– which she hasn't yet reached for. "Will you come willingly and save the lives of the companions who have lost track of you already, or will you resist, be taken by force, and guarantee the blood of your companions is shed?"

Makoto's confused demeanor hardens, sharpens, the adrenaline pumping in his veins sending him right into trial mode, ready to argue, to push his way to the right answer.

But before an argument can form in his mouth, he takes another breath. And he says, "They won't be harmed if I get in the car?"

They will lie to you, he's been told. They will trick you. It's not like Enoshima's game; those aligned with despair have no rules, no honor. Especially not if they valued those things before.

"The boss gives his word," the young woman replies. "They won't be harmed."

If she's telling the truth, then he has to get in the car. If she's not...then she still has a sword, is the thing. And even without it, she's bigger and he's alone.

"Then I hope your boss doesn't squander his word," Makoto says warily.

"And I hope you aren't stalling." Strangely, the young woman smirks. The look she's giving him now is almost fond. "I've told you once before that you aren't good at it. But you don't remember that, do you?"

Before he can wrap his head around that, gunshots start going off somewhere.

Makoto's blood runs cold, at the sound of far-off screams. "You said they wouldn't-!"

The young woman merely sighs, rolling her eyes and drawing her sword from her bag as languidly as though it's a tedious chore. "They're early," she says. "Heads will roll for that. My master wanted you to come willingly. It would have pleased him a great deal."

Makoto does his best to run, but she strikes him with the hilt just hard enough to dizzy (and no doubt bruise) him, and while he's disoriented, she hauls him into the car and locks the doors.

She buckles him in while he's blinking the stars out of his eyes and nursing the sore spot. By the time he's steadied himself enough to try to unbuckle himself or reach for the car door, her blade is already hovering at his throat.

She's sitting beside him, also buckled in. The car has started moving– some faceless driver, divided from them by tinted glass. "My master would prefer that I deliver you to him untied," she informs him, "but I am permitted to bind your wrists and ankles, should you make it necessary."

"Who are you?" he asks.

"You don't need a name to address me, with only two of us here. And once I deliver you to the boss, there will be no need for you to address me at all."

"But who are you?"

With a single, almost imperceptibly swift motion, her sword returns to its bag. "I am the sword on my back," she answers. "Don't waste your questions on a sword."

He falls asleep in the car; it's a long-ish ride. He doesn't mean to nod off, but subconsciously there's an assumption that when the car stops, he'll naturally wake up.

This does not happen.

Instead, he wakes up in someone's private study.

There are bookshelves, a big wooden desk and cushioned chair. The lights are off, but there's a fire in the fireplace. Makoto is sprawled across a small couch. The gray-haired woman stands with her back to the wall and her hands folded.

And a small figure stands warming by the fire. His back to Makoto, his whole form shadowed.

"You know," the young man says, "I really didn't expect you to survive."

Makoto's hand finds the sore spot on his head again. (For some reason, he's thinking of Mondo.) "I, uh, get that a lot."

A breathy laugh. "I'll fvcking bet. What else do you get a lot?"

"...That I'm short in person? That I should've told someone about Sakura. That I should see a doctor, because that fall might have caused internal damage. That my voice sounded kind of squeaky on TV. That my eyes actually look browner than they expected, or greener. That Sayaka..." He trails off. People...say a lot of things about Sayaka. That they used to be a fan of hers but would never see her the same, that they were still a fan and they hoped it was okay with him, that they'd been rooting for Makoto to figure out her plan before...Yeah, they say a lot of things.

Why is he telling a stranger any of this?

Is he stalling, knowing this conversation is likely to get a lot less friendly soon?

It doesn't feel like it. He does feel the dread of knowing that this abduction is clearly not a friendly one; he heard the gunshots earlier. He remembers that. But something in the way the young man at the fireplace laughed, the way the gray-haired woman smiled, before...He doesn't know them, but it seems like they know him. Not in the way of the people who feel they know him from watching the killing game. Talking to them feels like talking to people who actually know him.

"That Maizono b!tch," the young man scoffs. "I could have thrown up, watching you fawn over her fake *ss all over again."

And just like that, Makoto's curiosity takes a back seat. "Don't call her that!"

"Traitor-*ss b!tch. I was glad she died first."

Makoto springs to his feet, but he's barely taken two steps in the young man's direction before the gray-haired woman has once again blocked him with the edge of her blade. "Sayaka wasn't a traitor! She never wanted to hurt anyone! That was just what Junko drove her to!"

"...And that's saying something," the young man continues, ignoring Makoto's interruption, "because I was really wondering what it would feel like to watch you die. What I would become, after. I was really fvcking curious. Still am."

Makoto's fear doesn't supersede his anger; it just shapes it. "I don't know who you are," he says bluntly.

The young man's head turns slightly, but other than that he doesn't respond.

"Who are you?"

"The kid wants an introduction." His head turns toward the gray-haired woman. Though Makoto can't see his face, the smirk is audible in his voice as he continues, "Only, suppose we like to be forgotten."

"I figured you were probably someone I used to know...right?"

Once again, no verbal answer.

"Both of you," he continues. "Maybe...from my time at Hope's Peak Academy, or maybe-"

"Did I say his *ss could speak?" the young man inquires.

"You didn't, Young Master," the gray-haired woman says.

"I don't know what you want with me," Makoto continues firmly. "Or, what you think you're getting out of bringing me here, so it would help if you'd just tell me." After a second of silence, he added, "If you're someone who thinks I killed Junko-"

"You didn't kill Junko." The young man turns to face Makoto, but the darkness in the room and the fire at his back still make it impossible to really see his face. "Junko went out on her own terms. You didn't even push the button; all you did was win an unwinnable game. And those dumb*sses sure were desperate to hitch themselves to a winner."

"Who are you?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still fvcking pissed off that we all missed out on Plan A. She told us all about the execution she'd put herself through if she somehow lost, but Plan A was always a surprise. She was so sure she'd win."

"Who are you?"

"But that's not why you're here." Suddenly, the young man grabs a fistful of Makoto's shirt and drags him close. They're face to face. Makoto sees golden eyes and freckles. "No, you're here because I was denied the chance to watch you die. And like I said, I'm really fvcking curious."

Before Makoto can conceive of a response, he is shoved backwards to the carpeted floor.

"Take him to his room."

"H-Hey...!" Makoto winces as the gray-haired woman grabs him by the upper arm, yanks him to his feet, and drags him from the room.

[neonsix67]

First attack of art fight 2024 goes to my revenge against @spotlightstudios character The Doll.

[slater-baby]

i dunno if youre on a break right now but 👉👈

security guard simon and a younger/college girlfriend??

(ily slater and i hope your personal life doesn't suck too bad 💕)

personal life still sucks but I'm a slut for COD men 😤 sorry this isn't too long!! Still trying to find time for online activities ❤️ Hope you like it hon!

Man Eater

Bouncer!Simon x College Girlfriend

Word Count: 3K

Tags: Strangers, fantasizing, reader is kind of a slut lmao, semi-public fingering, semi-public blow job, !!DUBIOUS CONSENT!!, Third person to second person

-

There she was again.

That same girl from last Friday and the Friday before.

At this point, she’d hung around so long Simon could almost consider her a part of the club’s decorations, plastered over the bar every weekend just like the confetti that dropped from the ceiling at the end of the night. She wore a new dress every week, squeezed her feet into just about a hundred different pairs of platform pumps.

But regardless of which eyeshadow she wore or which cocktail was clasped in her manicured hand, her face never changed.

Blissed out pupils, flushed cheeks, sweat-soaked hair—they were nothing short of her very identity, smothered within the stifling walls of the pulsing night club.

She’d been coming here since the beginning of the semester. Simon knew the type. Ditzy sorority girls, batting their lashes at him from the end of the line, tugging at the hems of their too-short dresses like that might convince him to pull them out of the October chill any faster.

By the time they reached the front of the line, they were usually tripping over their high heels just to hand him their IDs…Not like the desperate display was any more likely to endear them to him anyway. At a certain point, their faces blurred together. Just another mish-mash of blonde hair dye, Daddy’s money, and Jello shots.

Now that he was pushing 32, he had a bit more tact than to jump at the first girl who showed him some attention.

But that girl…

She’d been here for hours without a care the world—least of all to the bouncer in the corner, whose eyes hadn’t left her since the minute she walked in.

It was indecent, really, the way that she threw herself around the dance floor. Thumping and bouncing with every move of the crowd, yelling the lyrics so loud he swears he could nearly hear the vibrato above the blaring stereo.

A gaggle of women brush past him—some sexed out bachelorette party—momentarily blocking his view of the girl on the floor. He mutters a curse under his breath, leaning this way and that just to try and get a better look. But the irritation leaves him soon enough, lungs breathless the minute he catches sight of her.

She’s still there, hips swaying with every beat. The drink in her hand spills when someone else pushes past her, but even as the stringent liquid spills over her front, she doesn’t open her eyes for even a single second.

He’s sure the cold alcohol must feel like dry ice against her superheated skin, but she isn’t the one who’s shocked to stillness. Rather, it’s Simon who finds himself unblinking, blood rushing cold as he looks out over the dance floor.

Over the hem of that stupid mini-dress (off the rack, no doubt), peeks a hem of black lace and push-up padding. The drink soaks in, sparkling under the disco ball, flecks of tequila and salt sticking to the curves of her cleavage. She was a grade-A example. Mascara running. Nail polish chipped. Panty lines showing through against the material of her skirt.

God, his chest aches just at the sight.

Another throng of people walk by, and when his view of her is restored, some no-name frat boy is pushing his hips up against her ass. Instantly, he rolls his eyes, but she hardly misses a beat, grinding along with the guy like she couldn’t smell the stench of cigarettes on his teeth.

God, he curses, tongue in cheek, Another fuckin’ prick.

It happened every weekend, some two-bit asshole hanging around like they had any business dancing with a girl like that—like they had any business dancing with his girl like that.

His crossed arms clench and he can’t stop the scowl that climbs up over his face.

His girl.

God, he’s on that again?

In all truth, Simon was hardly better than those nameless pricks, blinded by a pretty face and desperate to test out the springs in her mattress. They were drooling for it the minute she crossed their paths, but what did they even know about her really?

Did they know that she always ordered a round of tequila shots to start the night? Did they know that she grimaced at the salt rim and always skipped the chaser?

Did they know that she wore bandaids underneath her heels because her feet bled after a long night of dancing? Simon had seen the blood on her ankles. She’d worn Hello Kitty bandaids for three weeks before she finally managed to get her hands on a color that was a bit more tasteful.

Did they know that she never spared a man a second look? That they were only the latest toys for her to play with?

Didn’t they know that they were second in line? That somebody else had already called dibs?

God, didn’t they know that she was too good for trash like them?

In that instance, she spins out underneath the multi-color lights, eyes opening for a split-second. Her line of sight brushes over him, in his black clothing and threadbare long-sleeve. The sensation of it—passing over his chest all the way down to the bruises on his knuckles—hits harder than any bump, shot, or drag. It hits him like ice water, sending rivulets of ice down the back of his spine. He swears his heart skips a beat, but it’s gone just as soon as it came, lost underneath her black false lashes once again.

He manages a low breath.

God, he thinks, watching her push the boy away to move towards her second partner, This is awful.

Was he really that all that different? Was he really so much better than the shmuck sliding his hands up the the sides of her bare thighs right now?

Her skirt edges dangerously upwards and his eyes drink in the movement with rapt attention.

Fuck.

He has to be, he thinks, He fucking has to be.

Because he knew her name. Knew her birthday, too. He could recite every detail on her ID off the top of his head, from her eye color all the way down to her blood type. Every time she handed it to him, he tried to muster a smile. Really, he did. But, in the moment, her perfume drawing him in like a vise, it was easier to look over her shoulder than into her hypnotic eyes.

“You’re in,” he’d grunt tersely every time.

“Thank you,” she’d say without missing a beat, brushing past him without sparing a second look.

That was all it was. A few words between the two of them. But Simon knew enough to fill in the blanks. After all, it was his job to know things.

She was a student, probably. One of those girls who threw themselves into everything they’d ever done, he liked to imagine. He could see her standing in front of a lecture hall, reading a powerpoint, head aching from a hangover. He could see her posing for photos at ball games and wearing a black gown at graduation.

She looked smart, his girl. He just knew it was true. Though, what would her major be?

Marketing, maybe? Art, perhaps? Political science, if she was feeling risky? Or maybe—just maybe—she was on her way to medical school.

It was a fun game to play, forcing the jagged pieces of his thoughts to fit amongst the puzzle of her mysterious life. But the finer details paled in comparison to the big picture. His body thrums just at the possibility.

Next week, he thinks.

“You’re in,” he’d say, and she’d smile at him. She’d hand him a napkin with her phone number, whisper something in his ear, leave swipes of cheap lipstick against his skin.

He takes a breath in, watching the way the man’s hands cradle her hips.

She’d drag him to the dance floor. She wouldn’t ask his name, and he’d pretend like he hardly knew hers.

Again, she walks away from her partner, downing the rest of her drink.

He’d stand there behind her, let her shove her ass up against his belt, and act like his hands weren’t drifting too low. She reach behind her back, edge her pretty fingers beneath his waistband and give it a few tugs—just enough for him to get the message. Just enough for him to follow her back to her campus apartment. Just enough for him to pocket a pair of her skimpy lace panties, kneeling over the edge of her Twin XL just to get a taste of the cunt between her legs.

At the image alone, his blood runs south, cock throbbing underneath his slacks, but the fantasy is interrupted when she begins to walk across the floor with a purpose. He watches as he leans up against the bar, mingling with a few girls in sparkling party dresses.

Without missing a detail, he watches her lips move. The other women giggle, rocking in their chairs, but he can see beneath the fake excuse she gives them. When she begins pushing to the other side of the bar, ducking into a part of the bar he can’t keep an eye on, his irritation peaks.

Instantly, his heart pounds, blood positively rushing as he shoves his way through the crowd.

“Fuck,” he curses beneath his breath, knocking another drunk patron to the side. Vaguely, he can hear the man yell a slurry of incomprehensible words at his back, but he’s much too focused on the trail of her perfume to care.

It takes him longer than he’d like to admit to get to the other side of the room. Between drunken dancers, handsy women, and obvious contraband, the hands on his watch make more than just a few passes over twelve before he hits the bar.

“Hey,” he shouts, snapping his fingers at the man behind the counter, “Y’seen a girl come this way? One who ordered the tequila shots earlier? She’s a regular.”

“Uh—yeah, she was headed towards the bathroom a few minutes ago,” the bartender slides a drink across the bar, “Why? She do something wrong?”

“None o’ your business,” he clicks his tongue, pressing towards the bathroom before he can see the exasperated shrug the other gives him.

The bathrooms are hardly a step away from the bar, but it’s hardly a walk in the park. Sugar and rum make the bottoms of his boots stick to the floor with every move and vape fluid hangs in the air like a cloud. He pulls it into his lungs, turning the corner. Immediately, a chorus of hushed conversation greets him, and he quirks a brow, peering down at a group of men that huddle close to a door.

He sticks two fingers between his lips, bellowing a sharp whistle. Within an instant, all four of their heads whip in his direction, and they jump away from the door like they’d just been burned. When they spot his hefty frame lumbering towards him, they collectively hold their breath, going red in the face with every minute Simon stands there posturing.

“You lot stupid or somethin’?” He growls, pointing towards the sign on the door, “Kindergarten teacher never taught you how to read, huh?”

“Uh—no…sir,” one of them thinks to stutter, practically pissing his pants the longer he spends standing in Simon’s shadow.

“Yeah?” He glowers, hooking a finger under the guy’s collar, “Then what’s a git like you looking into the ladies’ room for? Forget your bollocks in there did ya?”

“N-no,” he shoves at Simon’s hands, “Uh—look, man, we weren’t lookin’ for any trouble, it’s just…There’s this girl in there and she’s…Well…”

“She’s what? Hiding from creeps like you?”

“No! We’re just—”

“All of you,” he snaps, pulling the man forward, “Out. Now. Show your face ‘round here again and I’ll throw your asses out on the streets before you can get another word in. Understand?”

Without further persuasion, the three other men scurry towards the entrance to the dance floor, looking anxiously at back at their friend, who dangles from Simon’s iron grip like a rag doll. Just for good measure, Simon looks at him from head to toe, memorizing the man’s face.

If he ever tries to get near his girl again, Simon can’t be held accountable for what he’ll do.

With a sigh, he releases the poor boy, resisting a laugh when he scrambles to his feet. Simon watches the four of them retreat first, peeking out at the dance floor just to make sure they leave. However, when the front door slams behind them, a weird sort of tension settles over his shoulders. Inhaling low, he spares a glance at the closed door behind him.

Should he wait for her? Y’know, just to make sure she was really okay?

Cursing his inability to make a decision, he idles in the hallway for a minute, glaring at the front door, like those four men might come barreling back through any minute now.

Minutes pass.

His watch ticks.

The music blares.

He taps his fingers against his watch.

Was one of those men the guy she’d been dancing with earlier? Did they chase her into the bathroom?

He thinks on the possibility of it for a minute. Truthfully, he couldn’t recall the face of the men she’d been dancing with. They were unremarkable for the most part. Though, if there’s one thing he knows about her, it’s that she’s never denied a partner. She didn’t go home with them, but she wasn’t afraid to sidle up to them on the dance floor or in the backrooms for that matter.

She wasn’t afraid to let them have their fun for a few minutes. They never lasted long enough to please her, but she still tried.

God, he scowls, Her heart was just too big. If she gave him another glance, he’d give her a real reason to stay out of the club.

But, he digresses…

Perhaps one of them had gotten the wrong idea. It was plain to see. She left broken hearts in her wake with every step she took—his included. Though, none of the four men seemed aggressive. They were creeps, sure, but not ones he’d struggle to beat into a pulp.

Still, for a woman like her, maybe it was different.

His heart rate picks up and he spares another glance at the door. For what feels like hours, he reads and rereads the sign, chewing on the skin of his cheek. Yet, when he hears a small noise emanate from within, it takes remarkably little for his resolve to break.

-

Without thinking twice, he’s pushing the door open, peeking into the barren bathroom. There’s no one else inside. Thank god. However, the emptiness only amplifies the pitiful sound when your voice rings out again, bouncing off the walls like a tolling bell. His stomach drops.

You’re crying.

You’re really fucking crying, in some dirty bathroom stall, all alone without your friends to keep you company.

His hands wring at his sides, anger spiking.

God, he should have pummeled them when he had the chance. On reflex, he looks back at the door behind him, contemplating rushing out there to kick them to the curb while they’re still int he vicinity. Yet, another whimper stops him dead in his tracks.

Did they lay a hand on you? Do something unseemly to you? Did they offend you somehow? Give you a suspicious glance, perhaps?

To him, it didn’t matter. They were all capital offenses in his book. His chest heaves as he considers his options. However, standing here so close, he’s filled with the overwhelming need to do something, to prove himself to you somehow. Leaving you to fend for yourself would be as good as turning tail.

So, without wasting another second, he swallows his anger, trying to put on a sympathetic face. He has a feeling it turns out more menacing than he intends, but still, it’s a start.

“Um—miss,” he speaks, unsure of how to broach a conversation.

Your voice hitches behind the door, and he raises a hand to knock…

Only for the door to creak open the second his knuckle makes the softest of contact. His brow furrows. Slowly, he inches the door open, peering down at where you sit on the stool. Instantly, his mind draws a blank.

There, you sit, one glistening thigh propped up against the side of the graffiti covered stall. A pair of black panties dangle from your high-heeled foot, Hello-Kitty bandaid shining proudly beneath the strappy leather of the shoe.

When his burly frame pushes open the door, situating himself in the entryway, you don’t make to hide yourself. Hell, you don’t even flinch. You only look up at him in frozen dismay, lashes blinking slowly while you try to make heads and tails of the situation…

His eyes drop and so does your stomach.

There, two of your fingers rest against the crook of your hip, shiny and wet, matching all too closely to the stain on the gusset of your panties…strings of slick stick between the pair of them, shining in the flickering bathroom lights.

“Fuck,” he curses absently, trying and failing to pull himself away from he sight of you…

His girl.

The one he’d spent weeks watching on the dance floor, rejecting advance after advance, found herself here. Not because a group of overeager frat boys had her running for cover. No.

She just needed something to fill her up. Something that could finally satisfy her.

In public, no less.

Breath caught in his throat, he drinks in the sight of it. From your frizzy hair and smeared lipstick, down to your waist, where the skirt of the dress is haphazardly scrunched up around your waist. The longer he looks, the hotter he becomes, and before he knows it, he’d nearly running a fever, watching as you slowly pull your fingers away from your exposed, leaking cunt.

He watches them like a hawk, cock pulsing with every move that you make. The two of you stay frozen for all too long, sizing each other up like they were a prime rib on a silver platter. He bites his cheek, watching the way a drop of slick drips off of your swollen clit. And you…

God, he can feel your eyes settle on the hefty bulge at the front of his pants, looking at the way the button of his jeans strain around the length of him.

The door isn’t locked.

The bathroom smells like cigarette smoke.

The stall is hardy even tall enough to allow him to stand.

You’ve never met him.

He’s never met you.

But somehow…

Your eyes flick up to his, frozen no longer. Cautiously, you reach a slick, shaking hand in his direction, easily fisting his shirt. He watches your lips curl into a low smile.

He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t move a muscle. Hell, he doesn’t even try to kick the door closed behind him. No, he’s all but paralyzed when you pull him forward, giggling underneath your breath when you yank him between your legs. Your bare pussy brushes against the knee of his jeans, and he shoves a hand up against the wall to stop from falling over when you tuck your wet fingers underneath his belt.

And just like in the dreams you didn’t know that he had, you clumsily pull his belt out of the loops with one hand, tucking your other hand up the front of his shirt to brush at his soft abs. When you whisper in his ear, patches of your lipstick get stuck in his stubble.

“Sir,” you whimper, straightening up to press your body into him all the easier, “Think—you can help me out?”

“Hm,” he answers noncommittally, blue veins pulsing when you reach behind his fly to fondle his through his boxers.

“Pretty please,” you murmur, stroking him through his pants, “Just—just for tonight. Just…”

Your breath hitches and you lean back against the wall, spreading your legs so that he can see the way frothy bubbles of slick gather between your folds.

“Just until I cum,” you plead, tugging at his belt loops.

His entire body thrums at the sight of it—at the sight of his pretty girl finally spreading her legs for a man who deserved it. All pretty, puffy, and wet, waiting just for him to make a move, dainty fingers tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft.

He doesn’t shiver. He doesn’t balk.

No, this time he situates a hand around that pretty neck, shoving you back to stand to his full height.

“Please,” you whisper, finally managing to free him from his pants. His length bobs in front of you, red and leaking after so many nights on edge.

“Just until I cum,” he mirrors your words from before, barrel chest heaving.

At his words, your mouth drops open, lashes fluttering as you look down at him. God, at the idea of it—at the idea of being used like a toy, of the tables finally turning—your body positively hums, and before you can stop yourself, you’re leaning down to tuck his flushed cock head between your lips.

When your tongue envelops him, suckling at him with a rush of saliva and red lipstick…

It’s nothing short of heaven.

“God,” he pushes his hips forward, head falling back, “Good fucking girl.”

[biteyoubiteme]

take a pic, it'll last longer.

soobin x gn!reader

warnings: 🔞!!! oral (m!rec), filming during oral prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.9k

an: anon ask i couldn’t pass on <3 this is inspired by the tmi soobin spilled about being walked in on half naked taking a selfie lol not proofread sorry feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

The door had been cracked just enough to think it was mistakenly shut and it's not like either of you ever knocked anyway. It wasn't as if the two of you hadn't seen each other naked when living in such close quarters but it was a little shocking to catch him with his phone out while doing it. 

Soobins instant reaction was to cover up, a shocked gasp leaving him like he's just seen a ghost in his peripheral. 

“I'm so sorry!” your hand coming up to block your eyes but you can't help but laugh at the situation. “Are you taking nudes with your shirt still on?” 

“What? No!” 

“Its okay if you are i'm not here to judge,” you peek between your fingers, “but it really does look like you're taking nudes with your shirt still on,” 

“I'm not taking nudes. im not- i wasn't even hard,” 

“Wasn't?” 

It was that slip of a confession that led you two to the position you were in now. Soobin still tried to talk himself out of embarrassment even when you had moved past the initial shock of seeing him stripped down. And maybe if the two of you were normal roommates with normal boundaries you could have gone to bed and spent the next morning in awkward silence. But neither of you ever really ignored the way the two of you felt about each other at least physically. There was more than one occasion when the two of you were bored making out on the couch and found your hands down the others pants. 

This was no different because as soon as you had walked in, cheeks flushed and softly giggling soobin couldn't help but get hard. His hand already pressed to his lap, easy friction when he moved to try and hide himself. 

“You don't have to,” his whisper fell into a moan as soon as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. 

“What if I want to?” your head tilted to the side as you looked up from under your lashes at him. Thumb brushing over his pink tip, his hips sinking into his mattress. “Hum?” you only needed to give a few loose pumps until he was fully hard, his grip on his phone almost as tight as the grip he had on the comforter. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“N-no,” his hair falling into his eyes as he shook his head. 

You waste no time in parting your lips and taking him in just far enough until his head is rolling back, chest caving in as he lets out a moan from deep in his throat. You pull away hand working whatever spit was left on him before going back in for more. You bob your head before trying to dip low enough to take him to the back of your throat. His legs spread a little wider at the feeling, soft whimpers leaving him one after another. 

You're working any of his cock that doesnt fit in your mouth with your hands trying to match the pace of your mouth until you need to come up for a breather. “What were you taking a photo of if it wasn’t a nude?” you ask, slowing down the pace a little to let him get words out other than curses. 

“I just- it was just a selfie, i thought i-” 

“You thought you looked good?” 

He's nodding trying not to buck his hips up into your hands, the way you are squeezing and twisting in just the right order making his head spin. “Do you think I look good?” you ask, kissing up the side of his veiny shaft, thumb pressing into his slit, swirling his precum around. 

“Fuck yes,” 

“You can take a picture if you want, it'll last longer,” your sweet smile sinful before you suck on the thin skin of his balls, his answering moan following the increase of his hip thrusts into your hands. 

Soobin scrambled for his phone, hand shaking as he opened up his camera app, your chuckle felt vibrating through his cock like a shock up his spine. The ding of the recording egging you on as you took him back down your throat. The sheer size of him was a bit overwhelming but just watching your lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing out as his tip hip the back of your throat was enough to ruin him. 

His free hand fell to your hair as his orgasm began to build trying to push you further down his cock, hips grinding up to fuck into your mouth, your tongue pressed right into the most prominent vein on his shaft. All the sloppy sounds echoing in the otherwise quiet room, your one free hand holding onto his thigh, nails digging in as you let him ruin your mouth. 

Even before he says it you know he's about to cum by the way his thighs tighten, cock twitching on your lips as he lets out panting words, “cumming im-,” you pull back enough to where it's just the tip in your mouth as he shoots out hot streams of cum on your tongue. His hips jerked as his cock pulses. your hand not stopping its pursuit letting him drag out his high until he cant handle anymore. You swallow his cum before giving soft kisses to his tip watching the way his hands shake as he turns off his phone tossing it behind him as he catches his breath. 

“You'll send that to me right?” you ask and his weak nod in return is all you need.

taglist🏷: @kissmekissykissme @bts-txt-ateez @apeachty

[yanderefarm]

I want to pamper and breed Ares at the same time.

adoring and breeding ares

cw;; overstimulation, somnophilia, breeding kink, feminization (ares not reader)

you're so fucking real for that anon. im so glad you all like ares so much he's so baby girl.

imagine coming home to your beautiful wife. imagine seeing his beautiful face smiling at you when you walk through the door. ares would think seeing him every day would if not get boring at least become overly comfortable but every time you're reminded of your domestic bliss you practically tear up.

once you get him to bed you're insatiable. you have him in your arms, your mouth trailing hot kisses down his neck. his voice is so loud, its always so loud. your mouth reaches his chest and you begin the process of adoring his soft mounds. the muscle welcomes your hands, skin sinking into the meat of his chest while your mouth busies itself on the other side kissing the tender skin around his nipple. his breath hitches when you finally wrap your lips around his perky bud, his hand grabbing your hair and trying to force you further against his skin. when you bite into his skin he lets out a deep moan, his head rolling back. you can feel the obvious wet spot in his pants.

"so good to me." his fingers running through your hair.

you drag your mouth away with a wet pop leaving a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his pink bud. "you're so good for me. you deserve to relax and lose yourself to me."

ares practically melts in your arms with that, his heart pounding in his chest. "gonna treat me good?"

"so good. i'm gonna make you cum until you can't breathe anymore and then i'm gonna pump you full of my babies."

and oh did you. ares came first untouched from you just bullying his chest. you left hickeys and bite marks all over his sensitive nipples. when you focused on one side with your mouth your fingers would pull and massage the other. you gave his pretty tits a slap after feeling him make a mess in his pants. oh how pretty he sobbed at the abuse.

once you finished adoring his beautiful chest you helped him out of his messy pants. you laid him down on the bed exposing his completely naked body to you. you pushed his thick thighs open so you could see his swollen cock. he was covered in his own cum and still leaking precum from his red tip. you licked at his pretty cock, cleaning up all the wasted cum before you sought about kissing and biting his thighs. you alternated between kissing his leaky cock and leaving your marks on his thighs. he came so quickly the second time, his thighs shaking and closing desperately around your head.

you cleaned up his mess again, teasing him for being so easy. then you set about his tight ass. your hands pushed his thighs to his chest while your mouth kissed his perineum. you ran your tongue between his soft cheeks drawing a particularly loud moan from him. you let his legs rest on your shoulders while your hands busied themselves with massaging and squeezing his ass. you bit into his ass reveling in the way he practically sobbed in pleasure. once you were done just adoring his cheeks you started to lick greedily at his hole. your tongue alternated between lapping at and pushing into his tight hole. you two fucked just about every night and he was always so tight. you had to really work to finally get your tongue past the ring of muscle. that was when he came the third time.

"baby, your cunt is so greedy." you cooed when your finger pushed into him.

he loved when you talked to him like that, his cock jerking against the splatter already on his stomach. you just laughed at him before you went back to slurping at his hole. you licked around the rim while your finger pressed into him. you added a second finger and began scissoring them to stretch out his tight ass. he was moaning and sobbing, his hands buried in the sheets as he tried not to cum a fourth time. that was in vain when you used your fingers to spread his hole enough to also push your tongue inside. he came immediately, tears dripping down his red cheeks.

you finished stretching him open before slapping his ass. you pulled him into your lap, your own hard cock pressed against his thigh. he gasped and looked at you with teary eyes.

"so big..." he whimpered like he had never felt your size before in his life.

"its ok honey." you lined your tip up with his fluttering hole.

"too much... c-cant..." his over sensitive body writhed weakly on the sheets.

"you can take it, be a good girl." one hand gently cupped his face while the other pressed your cock right against his hole.

"nngh, nooo...~" he whined but you weren't buying it with his needy tone.

he was so pretty, his lips were coated in his own saliva as he drooled. you leaned down and caught his lips, your tongue licking up some of the drool as you pressed your bulbous tip into his still tight hole. he came for the 5th time that evening, his loud moaning muffled by your mouth.

you had no respect for how sensitive and spent his body was. he sobbed fat wet tears as you pumped his cock with one hand while you fucked into his warm hole. his warm wet walls squeezed your cock trying to suck you back in everytime you pulled out in contrast to how between his pathetic sobs he babbled about how it was too much.

"your pretty cunt wants to be bred so much sweet thing." you cooed before giving him a kiss.

"too much~! ngh, hurts~!" he cried as his cock dribbled out a bit of cum.

"don't you want to be a mommy?" you teased, your hand pumped him through another orgasm.

"yesh, please-"

"then hold on honey. I'll make you a pretty mommy." at your words ares dragged his arms away from clutching the sheets and wrapped them around your neck.

you finally relented letting his semi soft cock lay limp against his stomach. you hooked your arms under his thighs and pressed them to his chest, folding him in half. this allowed you to hit even deeper inside of him. the new angle also made it so you rubbed right against his prostate with every thrust. he thought he would get some relief from cumming over and over again but no. the first deep thrust had his spent cock spilling more cum onto his chest and your pace did not get gentle from there.

ares was screaming, babbling, sobbing as your cock absolutely abused his tight hole. he was shooting blanks at this point his cock dripping out a little cum with every thrust. he was covered in cum when you shot your first load deep in his cunt. but you didn't stop.

"i can't get you pregnant like that, can I?" you shifted your position into a proper mating press.

he babbled a little no before you started fucking him again.

you didn't let him rest until well into the night. his body passed out at some point but that hadn't stopped you from pumping load after load into him. his stomach had actually started to bulge a little bit by the time you were done. you pulled your filthy wife into your arms and covered him in soft kisses. god you were so lucky.

[aquasoftware]

Sex tapes. ୨❤︎‬୧

wc : 654/fic type: Drabble || cw : fwb! Gojo x f!reader, s*x tapes duh, masturbating, pwp, he’s a lil needy n attached, whimpering, no shame, profanity, jealous! Suguru, cocky gojo, baby used once, a sprinkle of fruitiness at the end & Mdni. Lmk if I missed sum + RB 2 support!

Fwb! Satoru, who hasn't even touched porn ever since hooking up with you, nothing else hit the same. Besides there was no need anymore, especially since he had a little album in his gallery displaying all the sex tapes you had together.

So whenever Satoru couldn't sleep at night, he'd grab a lotion bottle standing idle on his wooden nightstand, untying his batman-pajama pants, letting his rapidly throbbing boner free as he instantly placed it in his smooth, soft hand, slowly pumping his cock while a heavy sigh laced with such deep yearn for you streamed from out of his rosey pink lips.

The other hand nearly had a mind of its own, eagerly searching for his favorite sex tape in the collection, one he seemed to watch repeatedly so much that if it were a song on Spotify, it'd reach his number one on wrapped by the end of the year.

No shame; even while his best friend Suguru was visiting his small apartment for a few days, Satoru's phone had been turned at max volume, bright blue eyes cemented to the screen, watching how your plump pussy lips split open as your walls desperately sucked him in.

He gulped as he stroked his aching girth faster, letting his thumb swipe across a few sensitive veins, taking an extensive inhale at the touch, wishing it was yours, biting his lip at your faint scent still lingering around his room.

"Fuck, Y/n, I wish it was you touchin me, baby.." Satoru panted out heftily as if he just did the most excruciating exercise; even at max volume, it got tough to hear the tape since the lewd wet sounds from the lube on his dick grew louder.

The breezy summer air from the opened windows attacked his lean build, but he didn't care; his crave to nut thinking about you was deeper. Your dramatic moans and whimpers off of the lengthy video aroused him even more, causing him to stroke faster with a horrifying grip.

"Aah, shit, I need you so bad." He whined, biting his lip, while the tape showed him relentlessly pounding into your fertile hole. It almost made him call you, except he wasn't willing to awaken you.

A deep, warm pool in his stomach almost became damn near uncomfortable as Satoru's sore hips began to buck intensely into his quivering hand, stroking at a diabolical speed, his voice harshly trembling, feeling like he was so close.

His head fell back, letting stacks of ear-piercing aroused curses slide out of his lips, sensing everything going numb as if his brain turned on autopilot.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Satoru's blue eyes became as heavy as a brick, while his girthy cock throbbed immensely as if he had two heartbeats in his body "I'm coming, baby." He whispered, recognizing that feeling of his massive balls tightening.

Suddenly, deafening choked sobs sprawled out throughout the room, echoing as insanely thick ribbons displaying generations of seed oozed out of his tip and onto the screen.

Stopping at a perfect moment too, where it paused at your mouth being stretched wide open, he moaned one last time, slightly patting his tip on the iPhone, nearly forgetting the walls are thin, especially because an irritated Suguru couldn't sleep due to a special someone masturbating all night.

"Satoru! If you don't mind, I'm trying to sleep." Poor Suguru aggressively rolled his eyes at all the commotion, giving a deep yawn from the lack of rest.

"If you wanna be next orrrr... Join next time, me and Y/n fuck, just say that." The white-haired man's smile was as smug as a Cheshire cat, spurting his little frisky jokes to his best friend as usual, to which Suguru didn't even respond, or at least Satoru couldn't see that his reply was a flushed-out face, hoping his jokes would become a reality.

8/15/24 5:47 pm masterlist.

[chamomiletealeaf]

imagine laying down with Soap watching TV and snaking your hand into his boxers and just nonchalantly stroking it

MHM MHM

You'd act like nothing's happening either.

Warnings: handjob, Soap being whiney, reader teasing Soap, dom/sub dynamics

The TV lights up the room as the frames on screen go from one to the next as you and your boyfriend Johnny watch a movie. It was one of those lazy Sundays and you two had spent the whole day snuggling with one another.

Soap sits there with his shirt off, beefy biceps and hairy chest and torso on display, the lighting of the room exaggerating the divots of his abdomen.

He looked fucking hot, to say the least.

You look up at him and then drag your eyes down his body, which he notices and laughs at your desperation.

"See something you like bonnie?" He asks, and you smile.

"Not sure what you're getting at Johnny. Just lookin'." You tease.

He looks down at you, perky tits showing through his shirt you're wearing and your thighs and ass being squeezed perfectly by the tiny pajama shorts you have on.

He leans down to kiss you and you kiss him back, both of you trying to ignore the heat stirring deep in your cores.

He pulls back to play with the hem of your excuse for shorts and chuckles.

"What's so funny?" You ask with a smile.

"Nothin' bonnie, just, you look adorable." He says, dragging his hand up into the pant hole of your shorts to grip your thigh making you giggle.

"We're gonna miss the movie." You say.

It's a movie you've both seen a million times, so you know that's not true.

You both go back to watching the movie, but after about 10 minutes you slide your hand over Johnny's thick cock obstructed by his sweats.

He hisses and bucks his hips up.

"Fuck- what are you up to ya cheeky lass." He whispers in your ear.

"What?" You look at him while you palm him over his sweats.

"What are you talking about baby?" You say with innocent doe eyes, and he scoffs with disbelief.

"Don't fuck- don't play fucking dumb lass you're palming my cock and if you don't stop soon I'm gonna have to shove your face into this couch and fuck that wee cunt raw." He growls in your ear and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.

You feel like playing with fire tonight, so you remove your hand, getting him to think you're gonna stop (which he doesn't actually want you to do anyway), but then you smirk and run your hand down his happy trail to then shove your hand in his boxers and squeeze his leaking cock.

"Fuck." Johnny moans, throwing his head back.

You sit up on your knees and rest your head in the crook of his neck while you continue to jerk him off.

"What's the matter sweetie? What's got you so pent up?" You say biting his earlobe.

Johnny whimpers as you run your thumb over his slit and his eyes roll back for a moment.

You smirk and grab his face, turning him towards you so your foreheads touch. You run your thumb over the blush painting his cheeks pink as he pants like a dog.

"Hmm your face is so warm and flushed baby. Might have a fever or something. You feeling ok?" You continue your teasing with a fake pout, acting like you're not fisting his cock under his sweats.

"S- stop being cheeky you minx." He huffs through gritted teeth.

You then giggle and latch your lips onto his neck, slowly running your tongue over his little sweet spot under his jaw as you speed up the movement of your hand pumping his cock.

Johnny is a whining and panting mess as he babbles out how he's gonna get you back for this, but the way he pathetically whimpers them out contradicts the sternness of his words.

"Ah- mhm- God you're not gonna be able to fuckin' think after I pin you down and fuck you nice and rough the way you like it after this hm? Ah- fuck just like that don't stop." He curses and grunts, trying to sound frustrated.

You stop sucking on his neck and press your cheek to his to look down at the wet spot he's made in his pants. Still on your knees next to him with your tits squished against his chest.

"Oh I'm sure you will sweetie. But for now lemme see you cum for me baby. Make a mess for bonnie hm?" You brush off his promises to get you back despite the way it makes your pussy flutter and you tease him with the little nickname he has for you.

"Mhm..Mhm..Mhm.." Johnny muffles his approval through a bitten bottom lip, encouraging you to continue as you both keep your eyes fixated on your hand moving under the fabric of his gray sweatpants, cheeks still pressed together.

Then, Johnny grips your wrist and moans breathily as he bucks his hips up, the light gray patch from his pre cum on the front of his pants turning into a much bigger and darker one as he stains the inside of them with his cum. His cum drips over your hand as some leaks onto his lower abdomen.

"Ooh yeah Johnny just like that. Look at you cummin' all nice and pretty for me."

You keep your hand inside his pants as you turn to kiss his cheek, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

You giggle at his breathlessness, pride swelling your chest knowing only you can make your big bad soldier melt this way.

"Come here." He growls, gripping your face to smash his lips against yours hungrily, tongue licking against yours.

"Better go clean up, best part of the movie is coming up." You say with a smile as you finally remove your hand from his ruined sweats to stand up.

Johnny catches you before you get away pulling you back down onto the couch by your hips, making you yelp.

"Oh no bonnie." Johnny says, gripping your jaw.

"I have a promise to fulfill." He smirks.

And this time, your clueless doe eyes were genuine for the first time tonight and your shocked expression turned into a matching smile.

The rest of the movie was forgotten as you spend the rest of the night with Johnny fucking up into you in a full Nelson on the couch giving you more orgasms you thought were possible, and he was right: by the end of the movie you didn't have a single thought in your brain other than Johnny.

[birthedstars]

“The Duchy”

Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.

“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.

Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.

The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"

He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.

“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.

“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.

Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.

“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.

Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.

Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.

Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.

“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.

The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.

“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.

Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.

In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.

“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.

The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.

Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.

Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.

Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.

Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.

Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.

“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.

As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.

Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.

In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.

Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.

The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.

The crowd shouted in celebration.

Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.

“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.

Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.

[bandgie]

Who Dun It?

mystery!skzmember x fem!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

warnings: MDNI 18+, dubious, finger fucking, intox implied, ruined orgasm, public fingering

780 words

It shouldn't feel good, but it does.

His chest is flushed against your back, making the room even hotter. You could blame the amount of people drunk and piling up, but it wouldn't be true. You like how his hands roam your body, how he gropes and squeezes your flesh. 

He has big hands, that's one thing for sure. This unknown man can fill his hands with your breasts, pressing them against your chest and jiggling the fat. His fingers find your pebbled nipples underneath the thin material of your top. 

Each tug makes you moan, each twist makes you throw your head back to his shoulder. You rub your legs together to get any sort of friction, but the man beats you to it.

His slender fingers make their way past your short skirt, under your panties to feel your sopping cunt. 

"Wet already huh?" His voice is like velvet in your ears. "I barely even touched you." You can hear a smirk in his words. "Or maybe you like being touched by a stranger. Do you like it?"

You nod frantically, trying to swivel your hips so his fingers brush against your clit. "Yes," it's a breathy answer. "I like it."

He leans down to your ear, lips ghosting over the shell. "Then spread your legs for me."

So you do, as much as you can at least with the crowded room. You moan when his fingers slide against your slit, gathering and spreading your slick. When he reaches your clit, he rubs it in hard circles. The pressure makes you yelp, hips shying away instinctively at the rough touch.

His other hand steadies at your waist so you can't wiggle too much. He grips you a little tighter when he finally sinks one of his fingers in your warmth. The moan you let out is crude, but the college students surrounding you two hardly seem to care. Their lack of attention is an encouragement to rock your hips against him.

The man, who you think you might fall in love with tonight, pumps his digit in you at a steady pace. You swear you can hear the perverted sound your cunt makes even through the music, but it only spurs you more.

His palm slides over your exposed flesh while he finger fucks you, never letting you forget how easily you opened for him. "Gonna cum on my finger huh?" He groans in your ear. "Dirty girl, don't even know who I am."

You don't, and you don't care. "Faster. Ngh~ you're so good,"

He moans in your ear at that, opting to not only go faster but to add an extra finger. It feels as though just two of his digits are a cock in you, hitting you deep and stretching you wide. You want so desperately to turn around and see who's touching you, but you like the mystery. You like that twinging sense of the unknown as the stranger brings you closer to completion.

With your clit being slapped consistently and your cervix being prodded, you can feel your legs trembling from your soon orgasm. It makes you scramble to find purchase on the man's thighs, on the wrist that's disappeared under your skirt. He lets you reach back and tug on his hair. 

His long hair, you note.

"Holy shit," you breathe. "I'm gonna cum. Cum, cum I'm gonna cum!"

He picks up his pace. He shoves his fingers so deep and fast you know everyone can hear it. Your toes curl, your eyes roll, your-

"COPS!" Someone shouts. "COPS!"

People around you begin to push one another, scrabbling to leave the apartment that's overly filled with smoke and spilled booze. They effectively shove the man away from you, tearing his fingers from your heat that makes you cry out in such desperation. 

More people hit your shoulders, some scream with laughter while running. 

You turn your head around, hopeful to find the man in eyesight. But all you see are the back of heads, then your friend's face amidst the chaos making her way to you. 

"We need to leave. Now."

She yanks you by the wrist, not commenting on the arousal dripping down your thighs or how your skirt is drenched in the front. 

Never in life have you been more frustrated, more distraught. Being dragged away while all you can remember is how well he finger fucked you, how beautiful his fingers looked and felt. His voice, his breath on your skin. And never in your life have you been filled with such determination. You'll find this man. Have him finish what he started. 

With new vigor, you head home.

a/n: can you guess who the mystery man is?? and im thinking about making a part 2 but I wanna see how this performs first lmao.

[ceilidho]

coworker soap who frames the fleshlight thing as a joke but with a creepy undercurrent that you cant understand why you know it isnt a joke but you also dont wanna rock the boat so you dont tell hr bc johnny the ex-military man is a model employee otherwise and you cant help but feel hot shame run down ur spine when he says it that you are, at least a little, flattered by it bc shit dude hes HOT. coworker soap who just. doesnt bring it up again. its just boiling rhe frog. he says weird, borderline creepy shit that could be passed off as "guy talk" in any other situation (regardless of readers gender). He follows you around like a puppy and where it used to be normal for you, you feel a little creeped out now but. everyone. already refers to you as a duo. itd be weird if you stopped for no reason? right?

i don't know what broke in my mind long ago that this is like, the weirdly hottest thing in the world to me but im genuinely twitching over it right now.

model employee Johnny, knows the handbook inside and out, walks elderly customers to their cars with their bags, shows up to work early for every shift, always with a smile and a positive attitude. management loves him because his sales are also record high (i mean, it makes sense - i wouldn't be able to say no if he was helping me with a purchase and tried to upsell me). he's also a spokesperson for the company in all of their internal training videos because he was hired through some "jobs for vets" program that they just rolled out (idk i'm making this up). and the guy can stack things on a shelf like no one's business lmao like MILITARY precision/organization.

all your coworkers love him and genuinely like fist pump whenever they get put on the schedule with him because he's a blast to work with, and some of your coworkers are actually incredibly jealous that he just seems to follow you around everywhere. hangs off your every word. always seems to just pop out from around the corner whenever you're having trouble reaching something on a shelf.

but he says weird, uncomfortable shit to you sometimes. way over the line. you don't even know what to say at first when Johnny jokingly tells you that he has a fleshlight at home that he's named after you, just laughs and then stares at you for a second. and you like, give a little awkward laugh, growing more uncomfortable by the second the longer he stares at you without blinking. until something passes over his eyes and suddenly he's back to normal, clapping you on the arm and wandering off back to the men's apparel section.

he does a lot of strange shit actually. maybe insists on walking you to your car when the two of you are on the closing shift and it's well into the evening. laughs a little too hard and with too much vigour when someone calls him your shadow, his eyes just a little too bright and fervent. asks if you want to sit on his lap while he shows you how to use the forklift in the backroom. begs management to let him take his breaks with you and doesn't let you have a moment of peace, just sits with you in the breakroom or follows you to your car when you say that you're going out for lunch.

and you can't complain to any of your coworkers because the second you so much as criticize his work, they bark at you to be nice to him. he's just re-acclimating to civilian life, of course he's not perfect at his job yet. they defend him viciously. and the real jealous ones even tell on you in front of him, leaving you standing there embarrassed and on the spot until Johnny just smiles and says that it's alright. you'll just have to teach him better.

[tryingtograspctrl]

DREAMS DO COME TRUE: EDDIE DIAZ X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER (NSFW)

SUMMARY: You had wet dreams before but none of them felt as real as this one

Warning: Wet dream, waking up to oral sex, fingering, cum eating. 18+ only, read at your own risk. Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

Once you finished tidying up the kitchen you walked to the bedroom flicking off the main light before joining Eddie under the covers.

"You mean to tell me Christopher didn't convince you to read him an extra story?" He questioned.

"The poor boy was too exhausted." You laughed.

"He's not the only one." Eddie switched off the lamp, pulling your plump body against his.

"Goodnight." You gave him a kiss.

"Night baby." He buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Eddie please." You whined clenching your thighs together.

You and Eddie were out on a date at some fancy restaurant Bobby had recommended, raving about how good the food was but all you could think about was the toy between your legs, sending shock waves to your clit causing you to squirm in your seat.

You both loved to be adventurous when it came to your sex life , willing to try anything at least once and tonight you decided to be a bit bold and explore things outside the bedroom.

"Come on muñeca, i know you can hold it until the waiter comes back with the check. Be a good girl for me." He teased.

He had been torturing you since he slipped the toy inside your panties, bringing you right to the edge of a release before switching it off, this happened several times throughout the night, leaving you a whiney horny mess, just wanting to cum.

"I- i can't" You slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

You began to stir slightly rolling your hips, panting. The pleasure was starting to feel all too real.

A finger slid through your folds and you jolted, now wide awake.

"Eddie?" You asked breathlessly.

You shuddered as you looked down to find the man's head between your legs placing soft kisses to your core.

"I don’t know what you were dreaming about but it sure got you soaking wet for me this morning." He looked up at you smirking before diving back down beginning to eat your pussy like a man starved.

"Fuckkk." You threw your head back, hands gripping onto his messy hair.

He ran his tongue through you folds in an up and down motion, your juices coating his tongue causing him to groan, his dick hardening in his sweats.

"God you taste good baby, so sweet." His lips latched onto your clit sucking gently.

You moaned in ecstasy, toes curling and back arching off the bed slightly.

He slipped two fingers inside of you, pumping expertly and you began to buck your hips, rocking your pussy against his face chasing that high.

"Please please please don't stop i'm gonna cummm." You begged.

"That's it, let it go, cum for me baby." He sped up his ministrations.

Your body shook rapidly, your brain going fuzzy as your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, thick thighs clutching Eddies head in a tight grip.

He didn’t come up for air until he lapped up every last drop of your cum despite your whines from overstimulation.

"Did that feel good cariña?" He smiled brightly at you.

"Amazing, god i would love to wake up like that every morning." You giggled, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Careful what you wish for." He winked.

A/N - Just a short little spicy oneshot for my Eddie girls. 🌻

[angelicpoison12]

fucking the rockstar ⋆｡°⋆

Adam fucks a cute groupie~

word count: 1.2k

tags: Adam being Adam, rockstar!Adam, groupie!reader, top!Adam, bottom!reader, fucking in the back of the tour bus, spit play, face sitting, doggystyle, rough sex, (mild) breeding kink, AFAB reader, gn!reader, no condoms, spit as lube, piercing kink, Adam's an animal ya'll have fun <3

NSFW, 18+ ✦

you can't even remember what the Hell got you in this situation.

you had the lead man of the band The Exorcists underneath you, his stubble scratching your folds, large hands gripping your thighs, holding you firmly as his tongue lapped at your soaked cunt. and fuck, you couldn't get enough. this had only been going on for two minutes or so, and you were already close to the edge. you ran your fingers through his hair affectionately, grinding your hips down onto his mouth, making you whimper, "Adam.. fuck, oh God," you whimpered. all he could do was smirk up at you, dragging his tongue over your swollen clit, the metal barbel of his tongue piercing making a chill run up your spine. a hand came up to cup your chest, and his eyes closed, a gentle hum leaving his lips. "you taste so fuckin' good, Sinner. like a goddamn dream,"

even though it was a nickname used for his fans all the time, it still made butterflies erupt in your belly when it rolled off of his lips. your humping got heavier, making Adam's tongue go into a frenzy. he wanted you so bad. he was so used to just quickies, making sure he got off first, leaving whoever he was pumping into in the dust. surprisingly though, this felt different. he wasn't one to get sappy or feel his heart get convulsions when he was fucking some whore in the back of his tour bus, but fuck, he got those with you. i mean, it wasn't everyday he let someone sit on his face, okay? you were pretty special to say the least.

"fuck, Adam, i-i'm gonna cummm!" the words were a little slurred. you swore you were getting drunk off of Adam's ministrations, and it seemed to be the same for the man below you, except with the taste of your entrance. he hummed eagerly, burying his face impossibly deeper inside of you, his tongue curling inside of you. both hands went back to digging into your plush thighs, black fingernails digging into the skin, making red crescent moons come up.

you cried out as you came, feeling yourself squeeze around his slippery tongue. he growled under you, cleaning you up from your release. Adam pushed you off, letting you land with a soft thud onto your back, hitting the mattress of his bunkbed. "oh, i'm far from done with you, bitch." Adam said with a chuckle. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. he undid his white studded belt, discarding his black t-shirt, which was wet from a mix of saliva and your fluids. "Adam.. 'm still really sensitive," you whined, feeling him hoist your legs over his thick hips. he quirked a brow at you and mockingly retorted, "too sensitive, hm? c'mere, Sinner,"

yeah, it was a little dumb. he didn't even know your name, yet he's had his tongue inside you, and now he's about to rearrange your guts. you'd heard a rumor that he was packing, and now you were about to find out. like a naive puppy, you lifted your body, feeling Adam's hands hold your shoulders. one hand came up, wordlessly lifting your chin. he hooked a thumb onto your lower lip, making you open your mouth.

he fucking spat in your mouth.

you coughed a little at the impact, feeling the slippery, foamy fluid in your gullet. it didn't taste like anything. it was like your own saliva, actually. you swallowed obediently, and you felt Adam's cock twitch in his pants at the sight. "fuck, that's a good sinner," he groaned, kissing your cheek, then your lips. you mewled into the kiss, your eyes slipping shut.

Adam flipped you, your tummy on the bed, hands and knees flat against the blanket. you felt the head of his cock against your entrance, and you looked back-oh yeah, he was fucking huge. a good six inches in length, a hell of a girth on that monster as well-but what caught your eye was something that glittered. did this fucker have his dick pierced? Adam noticed you staring and he smirked, tapping his tip on your butt. "yeah, got it done a few months ago. pretty cool, huh?" it was a prince albert piercing. you bit your lip, about to make some smartass comment, but whimpered when he rubbed his pierced cockhead against your swollen clit.

"yeah, feels good, doesn't it baby?" Adam asked, his voice teasing. all you could do was whine and press back against Adam, just aching to have him inside of you already. "aw, someone a desperate Sinner?" Adam cooed. you grabbed his pillow, burying your face into it as you grunted, "just shut up and fuck me..!" "mm, good Sinner," Adam purred, pushing himself all the way inside of you in one go.

"fuck!" you cried out, your back arching into Adam's pudgy gut. he groaned and held your hips with an iron-like grip, growling into your ear. "fuck.. you're so fucking tight, Sinner. you don't take a cock this big often, do ya?" Adam asked, snickering. he didn't even give you time to respond, starting to slam in and out of you. it didn't even hurt, it was just a small stretch at first. fuck, Adam's words were making you feel like you were on fire. you felt the head of his cock press against your walls, the piercing adding to the sensory journey of it all. "fuck! yes!" you moaned. you reached to grab the sheets, only for Adam's hand to snake up, trapping your hand in the sheets. this was your dream; getting fucked like some throwaway in the back of someone's tour bus.

by the way Adam was huffing, the erratic pace of his hips, his grip tightening on you-you knew he was getting close. "Adam, pull out," you panted. Adam full-blown laughed at your comment, his thrusts slowing. "mm, nah, babe, i don't think i will." he said with a menacing chuckle.

you whipped your head back to look at him, eyes wide with confusion. "i said to pull out, fucker! i didn't ask for you to!" you barked, getting cut off with a moan when his tip rubbed into your g-spot. Adam let out a huff of annoyance but did as you requested, pulling out. he stroked himself, moaning lowly as he came in hot spurts all over your butt. Adam hummed, rubbing his tip all over his release on your rump, making you groan in embarrassment. "you're gross.." you whined, making Adam let out a boisterous laugh. "aw, c'mon Sinner, i think it's cute. now clean off my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours, yeah?"

his request was too sweet to turn down. you knew you were going to be in this tour bus for a while. you should've texted your friends now that you thought about it, but hey, there's no thinking when it comes to The Original Dick.

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my sweet snowflake buddies! (i hope the first one in particular enjoys this teehee)

@6esiree , @sluxh-xo

[lemon-russ]

You know what ELSE no one asked for?

Space wolf orgy ✨ 180 from the earlier fluff. Because much like Wolf Mother, there are two wolves inside me-- dragged off by inquisitors

Two writings in one night? That's right I'm in such a fuckin mood and none of it is going towards work or asks 💖 (I'm sorry I will get to those lmao) Heavily inspired by @pluvio-tea 's magnum opus ❤️

Tags: @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk, and thank you @squishyowl for the dividers as always ✨

Leman Russ (and more) X F!Reader

CW: Space wolf gangbang, piv, thigh fucking, the space wolves and Leman never do anything to each other but incest? Maybe? Straight up 1000% no plot smut, full on porb no stops

“L-Leman-!” You gasp, writhing in your husbands lap as you come again.

The Primarch growls an animalistic noise, palming your ass in his hands and bouncing you on his cock.

“Are- are you ready for another-?” He grunts. Your slicked pussy makes sticky noises as he pumps you onto him, stretching you to your limit.

“Yes-” you pant weakly. Your embarrassment is long dead, all your mind can grasp is the feeling of your cervix being bullied by the head of the Wolf King's dick.

He growls a happy noise, slowly raising you off him. Your body reluctantly separates from his, and his retreating cock is follwed by a gush of his seed.

You whimper, but you aren't left wanting long. One of the bloodclaws that have been watching the exchange, waiting patiently for their turn while their primarch warmed you up for them, takes you from Russ.

The handsome young spacewolf hasn't been in enough fights to have any scars on his face yet, a curiosity in the rowdy chapter. You don't have much time to think about it before he's grasping you under the arms and carefully lowering you onto his pulsing cock.

You mewl another noise as you're filled again- the bloodclaw is smaller than your husband, at least, and the stretch is a little less taxing on your poor overused hole.

He wastes no time, quickly bucking up into you, holding you with both hands completely circling your waist. He pants and grunts and growls, and it's almost jarring how quickly you're being thrust into. Your hands grasp the wolf's forearms to try and find balance.

Leman smiles a pleased look, watching his son use you. “Beautiful pup-” he grumbles happily, stroking his already recovering cock back to attention. “You are so good for the pack, you bring such calmness to the younger wolves.”

You can't respond through the gasping pants being ripped through you at the bloodclaw's violent thrusting. You're glad Leman warmed you up, or this may hurt.

Another bloodclaw whimpers and approaches, glancing at Russ for permission. The primarch nods with a fanged smile, and the bloodclaw decends on you. The first one is annoyed at the interruption, but when the new wolf seems content to press himself between your thighs, your bullride continues.

The new space wolf has a scarred slash across the bridge of his nose, which somehow makes him look cuter than otherwise. He curls around you, growling little noises of pleasure as you're pumped up and down by the first.

Your eyes roll back. The new bloodclaws cock pressed against your clit, causing the very fast thrusts of his compatriot to give your clit much needed attention. The shocks of pleasure make you whimper, and you feel your stomach curl as you're pushed towards another orgasm.

The first bloodclaw hilts suddenly. He pushes you forward, toppling you and the second wolf backwards. You end up laying on the stomach of the thigh fucking wolf with the one in your pussy suddenly slamming into you, holding you like a cocksleeve by the hips.

You cry out as you come weakly, body already so worn from Russ’ uses of you. You turn your head to see the primarch fisting his cock, eyes locked to yours with a pleased smile.

Your twitching orgasm is enough to push the bloodclaw over the edge, and he slams against your cervix as he pumps come into you.

You whimper as you feel it fill you again, and bury your face against the chest of the scarred wolf.

When the first bloodclaw finally pops out of your abused hole, the one you lay on takes the opportunity to push you upright. Confusingly, he doesn't have you mount him- instead, he puts his precum slick cock back between your thighs. You raise a brow as he positions your knees together and gets back to thrusting.

You moan again as the friction on your clit resumes, shaking from overstimulation. The bloodclaw pants, watching your face with a flushed face and mouth agape.

“I- just really like-” he grunts in a sweet but strained voice, “h-how your thighs look- in those d-dresses you wear, m-my Lady-”

Huh. Well, you can't argue with that, you suppose. Though you can”t argue with much as your mind blanks from the friction on your poor, swollen clit.

You're forced over the edge again, shaking weakly and groaning breathy noises as the space wolf paints both your stomachs in his cum.

He lets you rest, panting under you, and Leman scoots over to support your twitching body.

“How are you fairing, pup?” He asks huskily.

You make a meek noise, and he chuckles. He motions to one of the waiting bloodclaws, and they bring you a waterskin. Leman carefully helps you sip, picking you up and cradling you in his lap again.

“You're doing wonderful, love.” He praises, petting your hair as you gulp at the water.

You smile up at him, feeling the contented warm buzz through your body. “H-how… many more…?” You ask quietly.

He smiles so sweetly down at you. “Only 5 or 6 more to go now. You rest a moment, then we'll pick up where we left off.” He grumbles, voice thick with adoration. He kisses you on the brow and you sigh a bit.

“Well-” you chuckle tiredly, “better get back to it, then.”

[ninebluehearts]

I was wondering if you could write something with the reader being a Pillow Princess and Joel being dominant over her.. 😬🥺

Btw, I just recently found your blog. I love it! 💖✨

I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU ANON OMG-

You're literally so sweet! Thank you baby! 💗🫂

MDNI 18+

Warnings: Face riding, cunniligus, mentions of blowjobs, piv, cock riding, f!reader. Pure filth, basically.

Don't judge, this is my first time writing something like this 💅

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You don't really know when it began exactly..

Maybe it was that one night where Joel spent a solid two hours in between your thighs, lazily lapping his tongue against your clit as his two fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, coaxing one orgasm after another, losing track around either the fourth or the fifth.

Or maybe it was when you rode his face for the first time; the entire experience was so intense and just felt so good, that both of you ended up cumming at the same time.

Your clit rubbing against his nose as his tongue eagerly pressed in and out of your core, his hand vigorously pumping his cock behind you.

Yeah, you couldn't really figure out when it began, but somewhere along the line, you became a pillow princess.

It wasn't intentional. Joel promised that he loved pleasuring you; that your pleasure was more than enough for him. And so far? From what you could tell, it has been.

You haven't tasted his cock in weeks, let alone cum before him at least twice.

Joel trying to find new ways to make you cum for hours, while he only came once or twice -or not at all, - became the new routine whenever you could manage to get each other alone in Tommy's busy little town.

You were so far into this game he was playing that you didn't even ask if he wanted anything in return anymore. You just laid there like a good girl and took it, just like he asked you too.

And that's why when he rolled you both over, demanding you fucked yourself on his cock this time, you were shocked.

"But-"

"I don't think I was asking, was I?" Joel tightened his grip on your thigh, making you whine as your hips snapped forward, grinding your clothed cunt against Joel's hip.

You bit down on your lip as you worked his belt open, grabbing the edges of his pants and tugging them down. You jumped when Joel harshly grabbed your hand, halting your movements.

"Just enough for you to ride my cock, honey. Don't get greedy now."

You simply nodded, making him grab your jaw in a tight, vice like grip that you knew would leave beautiful bruises in the morning. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your pussy fluttered around nothing. "I won't, baby."

Joel nodded, his hand slipping up to gently cradle your cheek with his palm. "Good girl. See? It's not that hard, hmm?"

You twisted your head in his hand so you could press a quick, gentle kiss to his palm, before tugging his pants down a little further, just enough for you to be able to ride him like he said.

You hovered your hips over his, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. You couldn't remember the last time his gaze was so intense, though the familiar chills it always came with rolled along your back, making you shiver.

Joel's hand came up gently to hold your hip. "Doin' okay?" He asked in the sweetest tone. One that did not fit the situation you were both currently in.

"Just peachy." You said, a ghost of a nervous laugh escaping your lips. You began to slowly lower your hips down, your pussy easily taking in every inch of Joel's cock as you both moaned in union.

"Fuck- yep, just like that, sweetheart." Joel grunted out, guiding your hips back up, only to pull them back down just as fast.

Though your thighs burned and your back ached, you pressed on, mesmerized by the beautiful shade of crimson that burned from Joel's chest all the way up to his forehead, where beads of sweat began well up and slip down his face.

With one hand on the headboard, you reached down with the other, slipping your fingers into his brown and gray waves of hair, before gently beginning to tug on them, relishing in the deep, guttural moan he let out.

Before you could register what happened, Joel had you flipped over on your back, legs up and over his shoulders as he began to pound into your core relentlessly. "Why'd you have to play so dirty, baby doll?" Joel bit down on your neck, his entire body shaking as he held back his orgasm as best he could.

Your nails dug into his back as though you could pull him impossibly closer, your back so far arched up against his frame that you could only take quick, shallow breaths. "Don't stop!" You squealed out, your heals digging into his back as your eyes squeezed shut, the familiar burn in your belly turning into a wave of euphoria as you came, your mouth gapped open in a tight O shape.

Joel buried his face against your shoulder and neck, sending out a quiet thank you to the lord above as you rode out your orgasm, finally allowing him to cum right after you.

You both lay there for a while, holding each other with an occasional stolen kiss every now and then, both of you still glowing from the sticky layer of sweat that covered your bodies.

You let out a long, silent yawn, molding yourself into the space between Joel's arm and his side. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a soft, content smile lining your lips. "I love you."

Joel pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers beginning to gently drag up and down your spine. "I love you more."

"Impossible." You murmured, already beginning to drift off into the sweet heaviness of sleep.

[octuscle]

Every Friday Night

What do you give someone who actually has everything? My friend Daniel is celebrating his 40th birthday next Saturday. We've been inseparable since high school. By his own admission, he's had a good life: he's a fairly successful doctor, most people appreciate his pleasant if somewhat reserved nature, and time has only given him the occasional gray hair, a slight tummy and shallow laugh lines on his gentle face.

Although he has had to make some sacrifices over the years to achieve his professional and social status, he admits that it has all been worth it. Until now, I always believed that too. What reason did I have not to? Until we had perhaps one or two too many glasses of wine yesterday. The wine loosened his tongue. And Daniel said wistfully that he regretted not having a more rebellious youth.

Shit, I've had a bit too much wine myself… I'm afraid I've been up to some shenanigans. At least I have a Chronivac app on my phone and I get text messages that my subscription is activated. And there's a countdown. Shit, I have a bad headache. And no idea what's going on.

Daniel calls me and asks me what the calendar entry is for Friday evening. It says "Gym" in the calendar. Yeah, right. Gym. Friday night. Isn't that what we always do? I'm a bit confused. Daniel too. "Yes, of course!" he says. Gym on Friday. As always. Will I pick him up? For some reason, I tell him to meet me at the bus stop. Sure, says Daniel. We haven't taken the bus since school days.

Friday evening. It feels normal to meet Daniel at the bus stop. We're both still wearing our casual business outfits from the office. And a sports bag with us. When was the last time I went to the gym? Shit, last Friday of course. We go every Friday. At least. Daniel greets me with a fist bump and offers me a cigarette. Neither of us smoke.

When the bus arrives, Daniel goes straight through to the back. He sits down in the last row with his legs apart and starts rolling a fag. I sit down next to him. Damn, he smells of sweat and tobacco. i start playing with my cell phone. since when do i have a tiktok account? A guy gives me tips on taking Trenbolone. Daniel looks at my screen, grabs my cock and says that the stuff makes me a muscle whore and shrinks my balls. i ask him why that's a problem. We laugh. The people around us roll their eyes. The bus arrives at our station. As we walk to the exit, Dan lights his cigarette. Before we're even off the bus, I take it out of his mouth and take a deep drag. Fuck the smoking ban!

I think the gym sucks, but Dan really wanted to train here. The other guys are pumping iron in our neighborhood. It's closer and you can go straight to the pub with the lads afterwards. But Dan is obsessed with the big boys. He really wants to become a freak. And shit, we're bros. I have to go with him. And to be honest, I totally dig his gym acne. I bet he's going to be a freak.

Training was like, totally lit, dude! The big boys have our backs all the way, major props. That's so dope. But Dan, he's such a poser, always flexing with pics and posts. And TikTok, non-stop! But man, he's already got a squad of followers. Now we're heading to the pub to meet up with the boys, but we're stuck on this darn bus for another freakin' half hour. The shower situation is a total bummer anyways. A quick spray of Axe under the pits, a dab of wax in the hair – good to go! Hey, Dan nailed it with the fresh cut, maybe I should chop mine off too.

Saturday morning. I feel a bit like I've been run over by a bus. In general… Buses. Shit, what have I been dreaming about buses? Tonight is Daniel's birthday party. He's celebrating at the Savoy. Cocktails at the bar, dinner at the grill… I still have to get my tuxedo from the cleaners. And I still need a present… Stop, wait… Didn't I already give him a present?

The birthday party was nice. A bit stiff. At around 02:00, we sit at the bar for one last drink. And Daniel asks me if I can remember last night. Funny, I have no idea what I did. Neither does he.

Thursday evening I receive a message via WhatsApp. Unknown number. We are supposed to pick up our stuff tomorrow at 16:00. Same place as usual. I have no idea what it's about. Daniel calls me to say that someone has told him that we still owe him 100 pounds for some stuff and that we should fucking bring it tomorrow. We both have no idea what it's about…

I get another message at midday on Friday. I ask if we can bring the appointment forward to 5pm. It's not my new iPhone. It's an old scratched device with a cracked display. I reply: "I'm sorry, but we're still at the gym until 18:00. Unfortunately, I can't make it any earlier." My fingers are moving as if remote-controlled. And now I have to go. The disco-poser biceps don't pump up by themselves.

Yo, so check it out, Dan's out here thinking he's this mega athlete, but homeboy be puffin' on them cancer sticks like there's no tomorrow, I'm talkin' 'bout 10 to 15 smokes a day? Psshh, child's play! Dan be double dosin' that, like he's tryna set the world record for most Marlboros inhaled in 24 hours or somethin'. And then, to top it off, dude's pullin' shady moves like stealin' cash from his pops just to fund his steroid stash! Man, I'm grindin' my butt off every night at the slaughterhouse just to keep up with them gym beasts, and this dude be relyin' on his daddy's wallet? Nah man, he gotta get a real job! Then, as if things couldn't get any wilder, my boy Liam starts talkin' 'bout Tren, that hardcore juice that supposedly turns you into a freakin' beast. I've heard stories, man, dudes growin' extra body parts and all! But me and Dan, we playin' it safe, stickin' to our old school supps for now. Ain't nobody tryna grow a third nipple just yet, you feel me?

I swear, Dan is like a walking perfume factory of pure musk. If he just lifts his arm, he's got every dude and babe in the gym drooling over him. Meanwhile, I'm just here, living my best life at all times. And now, the tattoo sesh with the artist is a no-go. Total bummer. I was so stoked to get my full-on sleeve inked up tomorrow evening. It's just way cooler to flex those guns in a tank at the club, you know? I love flaunting my hard-earned biceps. Gotta keep grinding, you feel me?

I slept naked tonight. And as rumpled as my bed is, I had wild dreams. I've got a movie tear again. My last memory was of strange messages I received on someone else's cell phone. When I walk into the bathroom, my heart almost stops. I have a bloody tattoo on my forearm! I raise my arm to see if there are any more. Dude! Eileen usually epilates my armpits every two weeks. Where did the bush under my arms come from? And why does it smell like I haven't showered for three weeks? I really need to take a shower. Although I have an urgent urge to go to the gym again straight away. That rarely happens. My inner bastard usually wins out at the weekend. And if I'm motivated, I should take advantage of it. I could ask Daniel if he fancies a game of squash at the club, I think to myself as I soap up. When I get out of the shower, I get a message from Daniel. He asks me if I have any idea where his tattoo came from. And whether I fancy a game of squash at the club.

I have no idea what's happening to us. On the one hand, I feel much fitter than I did a few weeks ago. On the other hand, Daniel and I have both started smoking. And we got tattoos. Obviously in a drunken stupor. At the age of 40! Who does that? I mean, Daniel seems so much more relaxed. At work, in his private life. And that pays off. He's never received so much positive feedback… And it's hardly any different for me. I feel so much more agile. And shit, I think about sex all the time. And mostly sex with Daniel.

On Thursdays I somehow always start to get restless. I used to primarily look forward to the week being over. But now I'm looking forward to the weekend starting. Kind of like it used to be. At school or university. And Saturdays and Sundays aren't much different than they were a month or two ago. And I can't remember the last few Fridays for the life of me. And the funny thing is that Daniel obviously feels the same way. It's almost Friday morning when I get a new message from the same number as last week. "Ive got a hell of a lot of m1y on u. Dont let meh down. And if u W, ill owe u 1". I really have no idea what that means. For some reason I save the number under "Liam".

Normally "casual friday" for me means wearing chinos with a blazer. Sometimes with just a white t-shirt underneath. But usually with a button-down shirt. Today I'm wearing a sweat suit with a hoodie top under a down vest. The neckline of the tank top underneath is so low that you can see the gap between my pecs. I actually didn't think about it. It just felt right. And no one in the office questioned it. On the contrary, I get a lot of compliments. My boss personally praises my tight ass. At 3:00 pm I get a message from Daniel: "Dude, were r u? fite starts @ 20:00. Didnt we want 2 trin beforehand? n da photo shoot is b4 tht 2!" I call him and ask him what that shit means. He can't remember any message he's supposed to have sent me. But the fact is that I have to go now, even if I still have no idea where I'm going or why.

Oh my god, this night is straight up LIT AF! Had a sick sesh at training with my ride-or-die homie. Then my first presser, ya boy's the ultimate underdog for this brawl. Cameras flashing like crazy. And then the showdown. Damn, your boy's killin' it. But KO in round two? No one saw that coming. Except Liam, he had faith. Dan's hating, thinking it's all fake. He's just salty. Bros gonna hate, but we're tight. Now we're popping bottles for the win. Liam's shouting that tonight's on him. We ain't gotta be told twice, let's partyyyy!

I could swear my nose looks like it's been broken in more than one fight. Somehow I remember boxing matches from the past. But when? At university? I was more of a debating and astronomy club kind of guy. Shit, Daniel and I need a new sports club. This stuffy country club is for wimps. Yes, we're 40 years old. But fit as fuck. There may be customers and colleagues who turn up their noses at us because of our tattoos. But hey, we weren't born with a silver spoon in our mouths. We've fought for everything we've achieved. And Dan and I agree that we've been really successful.

Yes, we like our jobs. And we're both good at it. But real life starts on Friday afternoon. Damn, you can bet your life on it!

[jakedoxxenvasion]

falling trap

PAIRING: brother's bestfriend jake! x female reader!

WARNING: MDNI! mention of used drug, jake being manipulative, unprotected sex, choking, somnophilia, rough sex, using pet name (love, princess and angel) and more

SUMMARY: jay being your overprotective brother lead his best friend, jake to spike your drink and has sex with you without jay knowing. (featuring sunghoon)

WORDS COUNT: 2.3k

"you're insane jake, what if jay find out about this?"jake look up from you who's laying on his bed, eyes barely open and he look up at sunghoon who's standing a few feet away from the two, you couldn't hear clearly what they talking about, your head become dizzy before you completely fall asleep beside jake.

jake smile, "he wouldn't know if you didn't tell him, sunghoon. i offer you one thing but you reject it then.."he shrug, "what else can i do?"he still have that smile, he adjust the blanket that cover your body, your bare shoulder still can be seen and sunghoon know that you're still naked under the blanket, same goes to jake.

he couldn't help but feel bad when you wake up later and find out about what happen but he couldn't care much about this because he don't want to get involve. "nah, i don't plan to take part.. you know how jay gonna kill you if he know that you spike his sister's drink and fuck her in unconscious state."sunghoon take a step back and he put both of his hands up but jake rolled his eyes.

"right, then you can shut your mouth and fuck off from here."jake snickers, he could see the way sunghoon give him that disgusting look. "if jay happen to find out about this, just know that it's not me who tell him cause i'm not even here today."it's a deal.. jake smile and nod his head before sunghoon turn on his back to left but he take a quick glance at you then he left the room, shutting the door close.

once sunghoon's out from his sight, jake smirk and look down at your sleeping state. you look so peaceful, so pretty, so innocent like you did no sin but watching you sleeping like this did something to him. jake groan softly, he kick away the blanket that cover his lower body, revealing his hard dick stick on his stomach, his red bloody tip begging to get tame.

but you're sleeping.. he slowly stroke his dick with his big hands, watching your body under that blanket so jake remove that blanket away from you to get himself a perfect view of your nicely curve and naked body. "f-fuck."he squeeze his dick at the sight of you, pumping the shaft and it's painfully hard now, but he couldn't wake you up to please him like a few moments ago.

a few moments ago where he let you ride his dick on this bed..

jake keep staring at your calm body, sleeping next to him, imagining that his hands is your tight gummy wall. he imagine the image of you bouncing on his dick getting faster and your moan filling up his room. the image of your tits bouncing as you go up and down his dick, your fucked out face trying to chase your own high and also make him feel good.

"oh fuck y/n- fuck yeah."he explode, cums dripping down on his hands as he milking it out to make himself completely empty yet he's still hard even after cumming at the thought of you. you softly whimper in your sleep, snuggle closer to him to chase warmness from jake because of the lack of clothes pieces on you but jake couldn't help but to still feel horny.

yes, he did fucked you earlier, make you cum not only once but thrice and he also cums twice (exclude the one that he just had). "hey y/n."he softly call your name, hoping that you would wake up and at least do something about his hard dick but you only whine and go back to sleep. "hey princess, wake up please. i need you now."you didn't budge at all from your sleep.

jake bite his bottom lips, he know that he can't be doing this but he just can't help it when he hold your body and turn it sideways. he even push off the blanket that cover your body, your naked body fully on display for him now, jake immediately grab a handful of your ass, kneading it softly and you whimper in your sleep but he didn't stop. "s-shit."he spit on his dick and use his free hand to stroke his dick.

spreading his own saliva on his thick shaft, adjusting your body to his liking as he hold your hip still before he push in his dick into your pussy slowly from behind you. your pussy is not dry but not that much wet to his liking but somehow his saliva help a little, "y/n-"your name escape his lips when he start thrusting into your tight hole, he heard your gasp when you open your eyes to whatever happen now.

"j-jake what are you doing? ah!"shock to find yourself in that kind of position, you wince in pain when jake keep on fucking your hole. "shhh love, just stay still and let me finish this."he cup your mouth from making loud noise, he's not afraid if you scream or whatever because he know that jay is not here to stop all this but he know you're shocked so he want to make you calm first, slowly he pampered you with kiss around your head.

your small whimper turn into moan as he pick up his pace and his thrust start to get more faster than before. "mhm j-jake! ah no- stop!"you manage to scream out, wanting to push him off from fucking you from behind but his strong grip on your body make it hard for you to move. "wait love, just a little more."he know well you start to feel good too, pain disappear and pleasure taking over you.

tears form at the corner of your eyes at how it feel too much for you, he's big inside of you and he's rough too. "j-jake hurt.. ah!"you're taken aback when he wrap his hand around your neck, pushing you onto the pillow as he grip getting tighter around your neck. "it's okay babe, it's okay. shh, you're gonna love this yeah?"now he's on top of you, missionary probably his favorite.

you grab hard onto his arms, he pounced into you hard and fast like you're gonna fly away if he ever stop. your loud moan echoing in his room, your fucked out face look so fucking pretty to him and making him couldn't stop fucking into you. you wet dripping pussy swallow his dick deep inside, your gummy wall hugging him tight, moans escape his lips each time he make a thrust at how good you make him feel.

you're a crying mess now, don't even know how you get yourself into this situation but you didn't push him away, he make you feel so good that it almost feel like a dream that you don't want to wake up from. "f-fuck y/n, you're so fucking perfect, so pretty."he groan, leaning down to your face and he give you kisses around your lips, cheeks, jawline, collarbone and down to your neck. "jake~"

fuck! his name slipping out from your lips, it's sound like it belong there, like his name is made for you to call out and only you. you're so pretty underneath him, so perfect that make him feels like ruining you more than he could do to you right now, right here. "yeah love? you love it?"you immediately nod like you've been cast under his spell, he cast a spell over you. "yeah? then let me feel your cum over me, hm? wanna make you feel so good and cum all over my cock."

your moans answer him, your wall clench around him tightly make he lose his mind over it and before he could even warn you, he cum. his thick loads painted your wall white, moaning in your ears, making those unholy noise only for you to hear when you milk him out. he didn't stop fucking into you, not until he make you cum and you know it too, he won't stop until you do. "i'm cumming hmm- ah fuck!"

your order is his duty to fulfilled when he's done pumping you full with his cum, he start to thrusting into you more faster, his fingers find it way over your clit. toying with it, making you squirm under his touch, biting your lower lips until you couldn't hold it anymore. a scream escape your lips when you shot your release around his dick, weakly wrapping your arms around his neck as you rode out your high. "good girl, you're so fucking perfect for me, love."he peck your forehead.

pulling his dick out from your pussy as he collapse on the empty space on the bed beside you. panting hard, he stare at your fucked out figure as he catch his own breath. he watch as your chest raise and fall as you breath, he chuckle looking at you being all pretty for him. the mixed of yours and his cums seeping out from your hole, make you look so hot and it's all for him to see. "j-jake."your shaky voice calling his name.

jake turn to look at your face, he cup one of your cheek, "what's wrong, angel?"he ask, already know the reason but he's still asking. "j-jay.. what if he find out about this?"he immediately shut you with a kiss on your lips, "shh love, he won't find out if you didn't open your mouth, right?"he looks like a menace when he smile like that, but you nod your head, still sobbing at thought of it, the thought of jay finding out about what you did with jake.

you know well.. you both know well what will happen if jay know about all this, he will throw a fit and might even stop being friend with jake if he need to. he's been warning all his friends about touching his one and only younger sister before this but jake is the only one who's bold enough to do this amongst his group of friends. "j-jake i'm scared."you whimper, he pull you into his embrace and pat your head softly, trying to calm you down.

"what actually happened? how do we end up like this, jake?"your sob is still there, asking that like a lost child but jake had to hide his smirk when he look down at your face. of course you're confused, you're lost at thought and don't even remember what had happened because he set you up into all this shit and will he ever tell you the truth? nah he won't. "shh love, it's a mistake, okay?"

he lie, he kiss your forehead like trying to calm you down, yet you're still confuse. "we were drunk, remember?"you nod your head, yes you remember coming to his apartment with sunghoon and heeseung earlier. jay decided not to join because he had to attend an emergency at his workplace.

you remember having fun, gaming with the boys, eating food that heeseung paid for and heeseung left, said he need to wake up early tomorrow. so it just you, sunghoon and jake who stay when jake decided to pull out a box of beers, the three of you play games and the loser need to drink the alcohol but after a few drinks, your memory just shut down and you couldn't remember anything after that.

"well.. after sunghoon left, you said you were too drunk to drive home so i let you stay at the guest room but after a while you came into my room crying.."he continue to spit his lie, making that pitiful face, you bite your lips to find out more of what actually happen. "you said it's hot, your body is burning hot."you see how jake fakely avoid eye contact with you, "you told me to undress you, i think you're too drunk and you don't even know what you're doing.. i'm so sorry y/n, i should've stop you knowing how drunk you are to asked me for it."

"asked you what, jake?"you asked immediately, hand trembling when you grab his arm. jake turn to look at your face, he cradle your cheeks, "we had sex before you completely passed out, y/n. i couldn't control myself, i thought after we had it once i could sleep but i really couldn't control myself seeing your naked beside me.."he dramatically said those, you buy his fake act and continue to cry, jay cannot know about all this is everything that you could think of right now.

"i'm sorry jake- i didn't know i could act that way while being drunk."he shake his head, "it's fine, love. but even so you need to know something.."you look at him, wanting him to finish his word. "i didn't regret anything at all, you're so pretty, so perfect in my eyes and i think i like you, y/n."he sudden confession make you gasp softly but you shake your head, "but jay wouldn't like it if he know."of course jay won't like it, he hate the thought of one of his friend dating his little sister.

jay know all of his friends behavior so well that he don't want any of them to date you. "but i like you y/n, we can date in secret? jay don't need to know about this but i promise you, i will try to convince him about us."he hold both of your hand. you think about it for awhile, you're not gonna lie if you say you never thought about jake that way before but you know you couldn't afford him so you shrug off your thoughts most of time.

you slowly nod your head, "y-you promise?"jake smile spread on his lips, "i promise, i will make him belief me and give us permission to date, you trust me right?"of course you nod your head to him, you choose to belief him even when he lie about fucking you earlier, you still think he's telling you the truth. but jake is not lying when he tell you he like you.. been liking you for awhile already but jay always told him off.

when he joke about wanting to date you at your older brother, he always got a small punch on his shoulder by jay. but now, with this way he know he can get you for himself and he did.

"so, wanna be my girlfriend?"

just like that.. you fall into his love trap, thinking it's a pure love but jake nasty little trick did everything. you don't need to know whatever shit he put into your drink, sunghoon just happened to saw it but they had a deal. "yes, jake."jake smirk when he kiss your lips, one goal down, one more to go.. and that is jay.