#Oops my hand slipped..... Repeatedly.

[tvwoman]

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[milkiangl]

Can you make a perv! Eddie and a innocent! Y/n?

pairing: perv!eddie munson x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings: smut! corruption kink, dirty talk, slight somnophilia, pervy!bestfriend!pussydrunk!eddie (he’s a menace), naive!reader, nipple play, dacryphilia if you squint, praising, mention of explicit unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), feminine nicknames.

note: sending you a carrier pigeon with a billion tulips attached as an apology for this request sitting in my inbox for ages. but but, i have finally gotten around to writing it (and definitely got a little carried away with it oops) because perv!eddie makes my brain feel all fuzzy and dizzy! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Eddie really just couldn’t ever help himself. It wasn’t his fault.

That’s what Eddie chanted repeatedly to himself as he leisurely fingered the elastic band of your cotton panties, the vibrantly colored; animated strawberries decorating the intimate material taunting him whilst you slept peacefully.

Eddie and yourself were currently having one of your many many infamous sleepovers, both of your bodies tucked comfortably underneath your baby pink sheets—your sleep shorts and his distressed Hellfire shirt discarded aimlessly on your bedroom floor. This is how Eddie liked it. He said he felt closer to you like this when he held your sleeping figure from behind, being about to detect the way your ass unmindfully rubbed against the growing tent in his boxers. After all, best friends do stuff like this all the time!

Like when you confided in Eddie about the unknown; frequent ache you got in your tummy whenever you’re in his presence. He nearly came in his pants as you stood looking up at him—glassy tears pooling in your innocent; big eyes and your puffy bottom lip quivering—begging him to help relieve you of the alien feeling you were being subjected to that made your panties sticky. All for him.

Sitting you on his ripped jean-clad knee, he reassured you with a cheeky exclaim of, ‘Of course, doll face. What awful kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t help out my best girl?” all while he rubbed your little button through your drenched underwear until a foreign euphoric bliss engulfed you and the throbbing subsided. His familiar raspy voice flooded your ears with incoherent whispers of how long he’s been waiting to feel your drippy cunt drench his fingers.

Or like tonight, as Eddie’s calloused hand crept underneath your shirt and traveled the warm skin of your abdomen, all the way to your erect nipples. As he rolled the sensitive buds between his thumb and middle finger one at a time, he watched in amusement as your body jumped from the cold sting of his metallic rings when they ‘accidentally’ pumped them.

The overwhelming stimulation caused your once steady breathing to become erratic and your thighs to close tightly around Eddie’s leg that he had simultaneously slipped between them, your hips faintly beginning to rock against the bare skin. Soft; sleepy whines left your parted lips as his trail of sloppy; open mouthed kisses coated your shoulder and the crevice of your neck, waking you from your slumber. “Eddie?”

“Hi, sweetheart. M’sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Ya’ just look so pretty all laid out for me,” Pushing the duvet of the bed back, Eddie’s greedy palms groped at the meat of your thighs prior to pulling them apart so he could slip between them; sucking and licking the skin of your inner thighs. “Need to taste you, baby. Need to taste you so fucking bad, it hurts. Will you let me, sweetheart? Gonna let your best friend be the first to taste your pretty pussy?”

“Please, Eds. Please, please, please!” Brain fuzzy, your feeble fingers tangled themselves into his messy mane of curls atop his head; attempting to push him further down to where you needed him most. Eddie obliged with a dark chuckle and side comment of what an impatient brat you are because, well, after all…

What are best friends for?

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[dark666posting]

Obsession

TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON *** Flayed Billy, dark!Billy

Oops I started this story in like 2022 lmao. Here it is, more Flayed Billy™️

Happy New Year!!!

"Yeah? Well, next time you want your dick sucked, you can call Mrs. fucking Wheeler!" You screamed into the car before slamming the door with all your strength. You successfully held back tears as you stomped away from your now ex-boyfriend's car and shoved through your front door. In the Camaro, Billy sat fuming.

A common occurrence for him on the job is to flirt frequently with the older, married women. He never intended on going anywhere with it, until he did. And he got caught pretty quickly after. Billy's mommy issues tied him to the maternal comfort of older women, but you were the only woman he cared about. The only woman he wasn't letting get away. Breaking up certainly wasn't an option whether you knew it or not.

Billy tried to mentally talk himself down before he followed behind you. Your parents are out of town for the week, so he doesn't worry about being stopped.

"Y/N, can we please talk about this? I don't know what you think you saw-" his gaslighting is cut off.

"I know what I saw! Get the fuck out of my house!" You yell, throwing a book in his direction. The two of you weren't strangers to getting physical with each other.

"Hey!" Billy dodges the book, quickly turning to face you again. A look of pure anger is plastered on his face, but he remains poised as best as possible. "Darling, I am trying to fix this. We aren't breaking up." His voice trembles with the strain of withholding his rage.

"We are broken up. This is fucking over." You've never backed down from him before and you didn't plan on starting today. "As of right fucking now, Hargrove, I am single."

"Oh, you're single?" His voice is quiet and he's eerily calm compared to his struggle earlier. He steps toward you and at first, you stand firm, but the closer he gets, the more you shuffle backward. "You're single?" He asks again, expecting a response.

"Y-Yes. Just like you pretended to be." Billy slaps you across the face quicker than you could register, knocking you to the floor. "What the fuck?!" You clutch your cheek as a fiery sting spreads across your skin.

"Let me show you what happens to sluts that don't have boyfriends to protect them." He grabs you by your hair and damn near drags you to the couch. You kick and fight, doing everything in your power to loosen the pull on your scalp.

"Billy, stop!" You scream as he wrestles you onto the couch. He's exceptionally strong and you are no match.

"Look at you. This isn't even hard for me. You need me to protect you or else someone could have his way with you any time he wants." Billy's voice sounds like a taunt. He successfully pins your wrists together under one of his hands and the other starts to roughly rub your cunt through your jeans.

"What the fuck? Let me go, what are you doing?" You squirm and jerk away from him, feeling panic and pleasure as his hand creates friction against you. "Billy, please stop!" Tears well in your eyes. You've never seen him like this, and he doesn't seem to be letting up. He stares down at you with a blank, serious face. You beg him repeatedly with your eyes, wishing you would've just locked the door behind you.

"You're not safe without me. I have to show you." Billy's emotionless expression sends chills down your spine. It's like any part of him that held morals or empathy has been completely shut down.

"No, please," you whimper, but to no avail. Billy slips his hand in your pants, past your panties, slipping a long, nimble finger between your folds. You release a yelp, earning a small, short-lived smirk from Billy. He continues to delicately rub your clit, you melt into his touch before something seems to click in his mind.

"But this is how your boyfriend would touch you. Look how wet you are, you love it. Now I'm gonna show you how a whore gets fucked." Suddenly he tears his hand away, leaving you silently begging for contact. He effortlessly slips your pants from your body and tears your skimpy tank top in half, leaving you in nothing but your panties. You blush as your exposed breasts bounce from Billy's rough treatment.

You assume he's just going to keep toying with you. Another attempt to win you over with an orgasm as he had plenty of times before, even if this was a bit scarier. You're torn from your thoughts when you hear the sound of his belt buckle jingling against itself.

Your eyes go wide as he reveals his throbbing erection. He looms over you, stroking himself as he drinks in the image of you trembling beneath him.

"Billy, I don't want to have sex. Get out of my house. We aren't gonna fuck and pretend we're fine anymore-" he stuffs his length down your throat, cutting you off.

"I don't know how to make it any clearer for you, Y/N. You're too fucking stupid to realize what's happening. It's almost cute." Billy plugs your nose, effectively cutting off all your oxygen as he holds your head against him despite your arms swatting at him for dear life.

It finally dawned on you, that this was not his usual roughness and inability to take "no" for an answer. And you weren't about to get away from him. Panic takes over, controlling your next move. You try to kick and swat him away, but he's inhumanly strong. Stronger than what you're used to, you realize. When he finally allows you to take a breath you look up at him with watery eyes.

"Billy, please," you garble through the drool pooling in your mouth. Your jaw aches from the invasion.

"If you're not mine, I'll make sure nobody wants you," he growls as his expression grows darker. His eyes seem like they belong to someone else and small, black veins rise all over his skin. He looks like a monster, a creature you can't describe. You release a horrified scream before he jerks you from the couch and slams you down on the hardwood floor. Your head smacks the wood with a sharp thud, knocking your vision unsteady.

"Baby, listen. I-I'm sorry. Let's just fuck and make up, okay? Like we always do," you try so hard to reason with him as a sharp ache echoes through your skull. You're petrified, certain he's contracted some sort of rabies-like illness causing this outburst.

"Something's... Happening, Y/N." Billy stares off into the distance, looming over you. "I just... I just need to hurt you." The black, spidery veins beneath his skin grow darker as he admits his intentions.

"Please," you sob uncontrollably. "Please don't hurt me, baby." Billy ignores your pathetic pleas and stares down at your exposed supple chest. A primal, starving sigh exits his body and in the blink of an eye, his large, powerful hand is clasped tightly around your throat. You wheeze and gag, but to no avail, your oxygen is completely cut off. You're certain that with any more effort, he'd crush your windpipe like an empty soda can.

Billy's free hand slaps your breasts around and roughly tugs at your hardened nipples. Each touch he lays on you is sharp and jarring, devoid of any amount of love and care he barely showed even on a good day. You're clawing at his hand around your neck, turning all new shades of purple and blue and he holds you down. Slowly, your hits become weak and sloppy and your vision fades from blurred to black.

Once you're out cold, he tosses your unconscious body over his shoulder and lugs you into your bedroom. Not to be kind or show you any kind of comfort or mercy, but because the bed is the perfect height for him to splay your legs open and tear you to pieces.

He carelessly tosses you into the mattress, stroking himself as he watches you lie there, seemingly lifeless, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. Those are short-lived as he effortlessly snaps the fabric from your body. You're his, completely. He wastes no time toying with you since you're already unresponsive, so he positions his cock at your entrance and shoves himself inside.

He's rough and unyielding as he bucks into you, forcing your body to lubricate his erection for easier access. You're still unconscious, unknowingly being fucked by your ex-boyfriend. He huffs and grunts like a wild animal, continuously readjusting his hands around your body parts for more leverage.

Your legs are lazily tossed over his shoulders, and he holds your wrists to pull you against him with each thrust. Suddenly, you wake up. All the violent fucking you'd endured before waking up seems to hit you all at once and you release a pained cry. The sound of your distress elicits a vulgar moan from Billy.

"Please, no! Billy, stop!" You whine, writhing and squirming against him, only stimulating him further. He moans some more, clearly approaching his climax. Finally, somehow, you're able to angle your leg to kick him away. You land a sharp, calculated kick to his jaw and he stumbles backward, giving you time to take off down the hall.

Billy screams your name like a monstrous roar, tearing through your home to chase after you. He knocks over shelves and side tables, breaking a lamp in the process. Your house looks ransacked. When he rounds the corner and spots you again, you're struggling to get the door open, loud sobs hiccup from your chest, and tsunamis of tears fall from your eyes.

"You're fucked now. That was me being gentle." He cracks his knuckles before slowly, confidently approaching you. You scream again in fear before finally getting the lock to unlatch. You frantically spill out the door and onto the porch. You're nearly off the last step when he grabs you by your hair, yanking you backward into him.

"Billy, no. Billy-" Your words fall out of you quickly with a more collected, serious tone to them as you begin to panic. You don't know if he's going to continue fucking you, or just kill you here on the front lawn. It's dark and your house is a little more secluded than most, something you saw as a good thing until tonight.

Billy holds you by the wad of your hair he's wrapped his hand in and your wrist, keeping you pressed flush against his broad, muscular body.

"I just need to hurt you." He echoes his own words before shoving you cruelly to the ground. You land on the front of your body with barely any time to catch yourself. The rough grassy yard is less than pleasant when it catches you. Billy swiftly climbs on top of you, pinning your arms behind your back and pressing his bulge against your ass.

He forces himself back inside your abused cunt and ruts into you like his life depends on it. You're right next to a road, but it's so late, that it'd be nearly impossible to see someone pass by at this hour. Until they do. You spot a set of headlights coming down the road and you try to thrash around to get their attention. Billy notices this attempted call for help and buries your face into the ground, continuing his mission.

As the car draws closer, you realize that it is too dark for you to see the thick shrubbery completely concealing you and Billy from the road. The car drives right past and you release a quiet sob into the dirt.

"No one's coming for you, Y/N," he growls between thrusts. Finally, his rhythm begins to waver. His breathing becomes labored and unsteady and he finally slams into you one last time, filling you up for a moment before he pulls out and finishes cumming all over your back and in your hair. He lays a brutally aggressive slap on your ass cheek and leaves you there. You hear his car start and pull out of the driveway, all the while you remain on the ground.

Silent, blank-faced tears fall down your face. You manage to peel yourself off the ground and drag yourself inside before the sun begins to rise. You sit in a warm bath, still in shock when you realize your hand is wandering to the sore opening between your legs. You can't help but relive every second he tore into you. You don't understand this feeling, but it brings you to orgasm in mere minutes.

The rest of the night you're anxious and afraid. Afraid he'll come back, or worse, afraid he won't. You recall all the parasitic veins spreading over his skin and you shudder. He's not well, and you were merely a casualty of that.

He just needed to hurt you.

[rafedaddy01]

Sort of a longer request- im sorry

Youre on a trip with the pogues

Jj being your boyfriend

Your sister and her boyfriend rafe also are coming along

You all stay in a house and everybody had their own room

So your sister and her boyfriend are not sleeping in the same bed(because everybody agreed that they dont want to hear them have s x lol)

Your a virgin and decide that you are ready for jj to take your virginity

So you slip into a room and wake him up

Telling him you are ready

And to your surprise he rips your pants off and slams right into you

Its the best thing youve ever felt and soon you are begging him for more

And when he c ms into you he turns on the light

And it wasnt jj

Rafe just took you virginity and came inside of you

Oops

Summary: you go on a trip with your boyfriend jj, your sister and her boyfriend, rafe and you decide tonight’s the night to pop your cherry. So you sneak into jjs room and take what you want.

A/N: you guys are perverts… and I LOVE IT 💙💙

Your so close, your lower belly feeling like it’s gonna explode as jj thrusts from under you. His cock so thick, and long. You can feel every ridge and curve as his tip hits your g-spot repeatedly.

“Close” you whimper above him as two rough fingers come down to toy with your clit. You’re a sobbing, whimpering mess above your boyfriend. His other hand holding your hip down, his hips picking up speed as he uses your body like a rag doll and you take it.

“Give it to me” his voice is gruffer and sexier and it makes your heart flutter and your tummy tingle. “Come on baby, fucking give it to me. I want your cum running down your legs. I wanna feel the way your thighs shake every time you try to move. I want you to make a pretty mess all over my cock” he grunts as he ruts in and out, his temp increasing rapidly, his hips move with each order, thrusting to enunciate his dirty words.

“I’m- I’m-“ is all you can get out as your thighs shake, your head rolls back, your eyes follow and your squirting all over poor jjs thighs. Soaking his bed and him, your orgasm takes over your body as you wither and shake with mini aftershock orgasms. You’re completely spent.

“Good girl” he says as he reaches for the light on the nightstand. And to your surprise it’s not jj at all. It’s rafe. Your sisters boyfriend. You just fucked your sisters boyfriend and you liked it.

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[silkbab3y]

Im so SO sorry 💗

Snippet: Rosie and Ren woohooing but she didn't moan his name. Oops!! DISCLAIMER: They are NOT in an established relationship in this. Ren and Teo are from @14dayswithyou Nsfw fic below (DNI if below 18!!!)

"Ngh... ah..." "Hah..."

The bed creaked and groaned under the shifting weight of Ren on top of her, Rosie's bangs clinging onto her sweat-covered forehead. Slender fingers bunch up the fabric of his sweater's sleeves and her legs clenching around his hips before wrapping around completely. Her head was buzzing, the hours dragged by as her sore body took each and every thrust the taller man gave to her. And she took it so well, so eagerly, confirmed by Ren's sweet praises and gentle touches to her face in contrast to the rough snaps of his hips. Another sweet spot kissed by his tip has her back arching off the bed, lips parted in a strained moan before she lets a name slip from her kiss-swollen lips.

*And it wasn't Ren's name.*

"T--eo--" Just those two syllables had her senses come back full time, brown eyes widening and a hand slapping to her mouth as she stared up at Ren. He stared down at her with an unreadable expression.

"I, um--" Oops. To say she had things complicated with Teo was only one-sided. Feelings for a man with no sense of commitment left the girl stringing herself along like a lost puppy. That was why she agreed to hang out with Ren, to be with Ren, to *fuck* Ren. It wasn't like they were dating though... but that didn't help her case at all, nor the guilt and shame that crawled up her spine. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me--" Yes she did, she absolutely knew what came over her. 

"You're thinking 'bout him?" And so did Ren it seems. The man could read her like an open book– like she had the audacity to even feign ignorance. Was it that obvious? 

Before Rosie could explain herself; apologize, hide her shame and pray for a hole to open up and eat her alive-- anything, Ren had grabbed her thighs, pushing them closer to her body until her knees met her shoulders. "Hold on-- I didn't mean to, really-- ah!" The girl throws her head back into the pillow as he slams his hip down, feeling his cock (AAAH) reach places deeper than before. 

"Ren!" She croaks out, her hands shooting to the large pillow under her head, yanking at the plush as he slowly pulls out until just the tip is left inside, before *sloooowly* pushing back in. *Oh god.* Rosie lets out a desperate whine at the achingly slow pace he had set, like he was trying to make sure her cunt (AAAAAAAAH) remembered the shape of him. He continues this rhythm, slow and deep that drives Rosie wild and near the edge.

"There you go," he hums, leaning down to nip at her earlobe, the sounds of her needy cries filling him with pride. "That's my name, angel... say it again,"

"Ren--" "Again." Another whine rips from her as her gummy walls flutter around him, signalling her approaching orgasm. "Say it again, angel and I'll let you cum." His hips barely move, almost as if he was ready to stop if she didn't. "Pleeease," Rosie begs so sweetly, her chest heaving with ragged breath, her hand coming up to the back of his neck to grip the collar of his turtle neck. "Please, Ren-- I can't--" 

"Good girl." Jerking her hips up to grab onto her better, moving one palm up to the back of her knee-- Ren picked up his pace, angling to hit her sensitive spots repeatedly until she finally came undone. With a relieved mewl, Rosie's grip on his sweater tightens as does the knot in her stomach before it finally releases, her cunt clamping down his cock once more. And as a shaky sigh escapes Rosie, eyes half-lidded and in a daze, Ren softens his touches and cold lips presses against her forehead in approval. 

"Such a good girl."

____

"That's one pesky bug," Rosie internally groans, her nail tapping at the counter as she debates on turning around or not. Not like she had to when the suave and raspy voice belonged to the very man who owned her thoughts, her attention, her heart. "Should really see a doctor for that."

"Do you need something, Teo?" She questions, her tone coming out a bit snappier. Shit. Rosie hadn't meant for it to come out so… bitchy, but she was running on 2 hours of sleep from last night and wasn’t ready to face him. “Ouch,” Teo moves to be across from her, classic Teo, needing to have her full attention. “I’m a little hurt, starshine.” He tilted his head, and Rosie’s eyes couldn’t meet his that trailed over the marks littering her tan skin. “You had fun, dollface?” Ugh. Him and those damn pet names that had her heart skip, her stomach flutter. Rosie huffs, putting on her best smile as she sheepishly tugs at her stylish top that did her no justice in covering the love marks Ren had left. “Yeah,” she answers after a beat passes, trying to not lower her head in embarrassment. It came so easily to her with anyone else, anyone that wasn’t Teo. “I did actually, thank you for asking, bookie.” She snickers at his eye roll, but the quirk of his lips makes her heart leap. “I bet I can be more fun,” Oh. Suddenly the reminder of how she was taken so well and wholly last night came to her when she felt her inner thighs ache. Her whole body really…

Inside, she was ready to accept his offer without missing a beat, but Rosie knew better than to do that. Come off as desperate? Urgh… With a slow breath out of her nose, she raises an eyebrow as she studies the man. “Really?” Really. “Well, sucks for you– I’m not really up to getting my guts rearranged a second night in a row,” she snorts, her smile forming more naturally this time. Teo shoulders jerk slightly in a silent laugh as he props his head up with a hand. “Doesn’t have to be tonight, dollface. I already got plans.” It takes Rosie everything to not sigh in disappointment. “Text me when you do feel like rearranging those pretty guts again, Rosie.” Rosie stands there as Teo pats the counter before taking his leave, spacing out as she tries to process his words. Not even when Elanor calls out for her does she react, not until she finally comes to her senses, excusing herself to slink off to the break room. She needs a fucking nap.

[freaktorium]

Oops my hand slipped! (Repeatedly)

Uhm yes here take more chaggie art because I physically cannot stop doodling them. They're peak goals ngl

Buttt school is starting up in less than a week for me so yall won't be hearing from me for a bit

[onlyseokmins]

Hiii, I've been thinking about a story where scoups is a teacher and yn a student 👀, I'd love to see you right sometime like that,,

Pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), college!au, tutor!au Warnings: lol okay slight bulge kink, kind of mirror sex, tiny sir kink, dirty talk, reader is hornknee okay and calls themselves a whore but lbr so is cheol, light spanking, mentions of fingering, squirting, omigod idrk just lmk if i missed smth as always 🫣 WC: this was meant to be just a simple lil thot idk 🥲 A/N: oops my fingers slipped anyways hi anon 😩 the cheolrot is strong here although tbh i personally don't feel comfy writing an actual teacher/student relationship explicitly so cheol's role is based on my position as a tutor/assistant but i hope you still enjoy this 🫡

"Thought you didn't pay attention to the professor's lectures," Seungcheol coos in your ear, "but look at you now. Listening so well for me."

You can't help but arch your back at his praise. But he clicks his tongue, placing a large hand over the bulge that's formed from his cock fully sheathed inside of you.

"Or maybe I was wrong."

"N-no, I'll behave... I pr-promise." Your teary eyes plead with his bespectacled gaze in the reflection of your vanity mirror when he shifts. Jostling you on his lap, threatening to make you cum on the spot or worse — urge you off. "Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir!"

He chuckles lowly. A finger that still glistens with the wetness after being deep inside your pussy tauntingly taps at the notes laid out in front of you.

"There we go. Now, tell me the correct answer, lovely. Or we can go back to just my fingers... hm, maybe nothing at all. You know getting my dick inside you is a privilege."

All you can do is moan prettily in response and agreement. Because it really is a true gift. Grades be damned, you think you've excelled in all areas of your life and academic career after achieving this accolade. Getting to fuck the dreamy tutor that always sits in the back of your classroom, beefy muscles unconsciously flexing from his crossed-arms posture. Glasses glinting, eyebrows furrowed as he listens to the professor drone on and on.

At least, that's what you thought Choi Seungcheol was doing. Quite the contrary, actually. His tongue plays with your dainty hoop earring as he whispers in your ear, smirk growing bigger at the depraved image all for him. One that he's imagined multiple times during the semester.

"I asked you a question."

"I... mhm — oh, fuck," you mewl as your walls continue to flutter pathetically around his hard length. "I... I can't!"

"Can't what? Can't stop yourself from cumming or can't answer?" He snarls out his first question before easing into a more mocking tone for the second. "Gorgeous baby too fucked out to give me a proper response?"

Your head hits his shoulder, tongue lolling. Seungcheol savors the way your chest heaves and the tight, low-cut shirt you're wearing showcases your tits just right for him to peer at without shame instead of glances in the classroom. All before he's suddenly bending you over, the side of your face smashed against the graphite scrawls of your notebook.

His hips snap aggressively and cause the vanity stand to bang repeatedly against the wall at the same tempo as his thrusts. Your cute makeup products shake in time, the pretty glass perfume vials threatening to fall. It would be a shame for them to break. Seungcehol adores the scent that wafts past him every day, the same one he's currently drowning in. Yet, he can't bring himself to stop, obsessed with the way your ass bounces against his pelvis to eagerly take every inch of his cock.

"Didn't even give me the right answer."

"'m sorry."

"No you're not," he laughs cruelly and swats at your lower cheeks, "but that's okay. This sick little pussy can make up for anything, can't it?"

"Y-yes, sir... anything!"

"Yeah?" Seungcheol slaps you again, yet the coldness of his rings is the only thing that actually stings. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Better let me fuck you from now on. Stuff you full whenever I feel like it. Been dreaming far too long of this, you drive me insane. Gotta eat you out, taste you for real. Touch these tits... god, all the things we could do."

It makes your pride swell even if you're drooling like a whore and ruining the notes you tried to labor over intensely during class despite scandalous, wandering thoughts about Seungcheol. Something tells you he'll make sure you won't fail anyways so it doesn't matter when all you can think about is his nice, hard dick hitting all the right spots.

"Let you do anything."

He snickers. "Oh, but you haven't even heard all of it yet. The things I thought of when seeing you giggle with your friends all the time while sneaking looks at me. Had to try and not get so fucking hard when you bat your pretty eyelashes and ask another stupid question."

Those pretty eyelashes are fluttering rapidly now. You won't last long, already edged for a good hour prior. Wetness soaking your ruined thong even before Seungcheol agreeably showed up at your dorm to help tutor you. Basically throwing yourself at him after a few back-and-forth questions and a bit of not-much-needed seduction until he affirmed your verbal consent, fingers exploring your desperate cunt as he quizzed you on what was talked about in class earlier.

Your release hits as you cry out in delirium but he doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. In fact, he only speeds up. Fucking you through your orgasm with crazed, animalistic joy.

You welcome it though. Knees having given out a long time ago, you're grateful for the support of furniture despite the slight discomfort because all of that is forgotten by the overriding whelms of ultimate pleasure. He knows you can take it.

"Give me another one, yeah pretty baby? Squirt all over my cock like I know you can. No matter how dumb and cock-drunk you act, you're much smarter than you let on."

"M'kay, sir."

It's true. You're not afraid to play dumb just for his attention. It played off. After all, it's you he's fucking and not your friend who boldly declared she'd ask out the hot tutor today. Well, shucks. Seems like he's been thinking a lot about you too.

Of course, you want to prove to him just how good and intelligent you are. Giving into your body's thralls, you let it do its thing. Knowing it'll get to where you and Seungcheol want it.

It doesn't take long. The mixture of overstimulation, burning desire, and his cock constantly stroking that bundle of nerves in the most perfect and delicious way causes you to snap harder than you think you ever had. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Seungcheol curses. Your cunt both expels and sucks him in as you sob. Slickness splashes against his lower abs and he's almost frozen in awe at just how perfect your body is. So responsive and eager to please. He's left with no choice but to give in and cum on the spot. That's fine, though. This is everything he's dreamed of. And more.

"Shit, I think my dick's in love with your pussy."

You wheeze out a laugh in disbelief. "Thanks?"

"I'm serious. How are you real?"

"Now don't go catching feelings so quickly." You intend to sound haughty and threatening but the effect is lost when you're still breathless and bent over your vanity, a combo of your releases oozing from your spent hole after he shifts a bit. "I need to stay out of academic probation if I want to go on a date."

The hand absentmindedly running up and down your back halts. "You'll go on a date with me?"

"Maybe."

"It wasn't a no."

"I thought you waited for someone's explicit consent."

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously behind his glasses. "Knew you were a smartie."

"Yeah, I do pay attention sometimes," you huff, flinching when his fingers touch at your sensitive clit causing him to mumble out an apology. "So help me study."

"Oh, I will," he assures you. Helping you gently turn your aching body around to face him before suggestively cupping your covered breasts. "But how about a little more anatomy study before our date?"

"Seungcheol!"

But honestly, how could you refuse? Placing your arms around his neck, you pull him in close to meet pouty lips in a shy kiss, contrasting greatly with the sinful way your legs wrap around his hips.

"I expect all A's from a stellar student like you."

"With a dick game as strong as this, I might just oust the top student, the great Mr. Choi himself, from his position."

He can't even be mad, chest puffing out in a weird sense of happiness. "We'll just have to see about that."

[worriedvision]

Here is Part 2 of this Dan Heng fic I did where he was in a private relationship with the reader. Now I was gonna do a happy part 2... but it’s gonna be as far away from that as possible. Angsty, arguably more so than part 1 lol. Gender neutral reader. I know I said I’d do a happy ending but the angst in me shone through oops

--

When the strange person first made an appearance on the ship, you didn’t think too much of it. Thanks to your hiding skills, and your blind trust in the machinery you were in between, you managed to hide from the chaos that came from the enemies. You emerged after most of the evacuees came back to their usual spots, you getting back to work on the tricky piece of machinery that didn’t seem to be acting normally when a your phone pings. Upon seeing the request to report to base, you thought it would be a light scolding for being so risky with your movements. 

Nope, it was the opposite surprisingly.

Your location had been noted by Asta through the whole invasion, and she had been worried you were dead as you weren’t moving from a spot. She let this slip with Himeko, who knew about your relationship with Dan through a secret rumour ring. When she found out you turned out to be an expert hider through this incident, she decided to request you join the trailblazers. 

“But my area of expertise is on the spaceships mechanics, I’m not a good fighter!” You protest. “Plus, I’m certain several of my colleagues would be more than happy to take my place on the ship regardless.”

“But they don’t have your knowledge on the more dangerous areas of the ship. Your colleagues, for the most part, evacuated.” Himeko responds, Asta nodding. “As well as this, you’ve also demonstrated repeatedly your ability to work by your self.”

“Ooh, is this an opportunity?” One of your acquaintances gasps, running over. Immediately you knew she was hoping to get closer to Dan Heng, and you nod before opening your mouth to say she could go instead.

“Yes...However the opportunity is only open to _.” Himeko explains.

“Oh... Well, put a good word in for me.” Your friend asks, you nodding before she walks away.

“I can’t convince you otherwise, can I?” You ask, Himeko giggling before you respond. “I suppose I should take you up on your offer then.” 

Knowing Dan Heng, you knew he would mostly stay in his room if he wasn’t out on an expedition.

--

Thankfully, you managed to get on after Dan Heng. He seemed to be in his room for takeoff, to which you fail to let out a sigh of relief before sitting with Himeko as you braced yourself. 

When you got to the first location, Himeko insisted on you going with Dan Heng, March and the newcomer. March agrees, saying it would be your first trip and you’d have fun before Dan Heng shook his head at March’s words. 

The entire expedition was rather uncomfortable, if you say so yourself. You had opted to be the evidence gatherer in the areas where you could hide, and Dan Heng didn’t seem too happy about this. 

“If you get cornered, none of us will be able to help you.” The trailblazer explains, Dan Heng crossing his arms.

“Have some faith in them guys!” March cheers, turning to you with a beaming smile. “Make sure you’re safe, okay?” 

Dan Heng didn’t actually speak to you at all through the whole thing. The times you saw him, you saw how he and March were acting like an old couple. You were very jealous, but you hide it well enough to get back on the ship where you could go back to distancing yourself from him again. The times your group had to run, you noted how often he instinctively grasped March by the hand as they ran, you having to improvise or get saved by the trailblazer.

By the time you were back on the ship, Himeko had asked you a lot about your trip. A lot more than how much she asked anyone else, and judging by the way she was looking at you, you must have made it clear you still liked Dan Heng. 

“So, do you have an eye on anyone you like?” Himeko teases, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“March 7th is a good friend, and the trailblazer saved me when I slipped up a few times.” You bashfully admit.

“And Dan Heng?” Himeko asks, spotting the way you look away. “I can tell you like him in a deeper way. Please, indulge me.”

“That’s enough, Himeko.” Welt tuts, shaking his head before getting back to working on his tablet.

“It’s fine, really. I guess there’s no point in hiding it now...” You trail off, Welt looking up to listen to you properly. “Back at the Herta Space Station, I had a private romantic relationship with him.” You admit, sighing out before continuing. “I realised I felt very jealous of the people who approached him publicly, and he told me he didn’t want to go public with the relationship.”

“...Sorry, I think I overshared there, didn’t I?” You look up, seeing Welt looking blankly at you. “I think I’ll get over it with time, but I still feel jealous. March is a really good match for him, I can see why he isn’t ashamed of her.”

“Oh don’t be silly.” Himeko shakes her head, holding your hand. “You have your own skills. I brought you here for more than one reason.”

“Could you both promise me you won’t tell any of the others about this?” You request, both Welt and Himeko agreeing before you go silent once again. 

[meowzfordayz]

on the phone during (; — kokushibo, muzan

Author’s Note: no normal thoughts allowed! 😤 Only 😏 thoughts! 😂

on the phone during (; — kokushibo, muzan

Kokushibo x Reader, Muzan x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW:  18+NSFW, degrading language, Fem!Reader, implied bondage, overstimulation, squirting

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I was wondering if you write for Muzan and Kokushibo. It might be crazy, but it could be funny. The reader is Sanemi’s sister. Maybe some headcanons of Muzan and Koku making love with the reader, while she’s in the middle of a call with their brother? They try to stay focused but our evil pals make it hard���❤️

~faqs~

Immediate disclaimer that these headcanons are going to be #short bc they’re for an emergency request

(I specify in my faqs that the trade off for emergency requests being prioritized is that they’re also consequently ~shorter)

Anywho, onto the spice 😌

Update 1: jk, it’s mostly crack oops 😅

Update 2: jk, I got carried away writing Muzan’s 🥵

KOKUSHIBO

—Alright, so I just read a bit of Kokushibo’s backstory on wiki (which is what I often do when writing for unfamiliar-to-me/new characters #don’t mind me being an anime only gal)

—And DAMN

—I knew it was tragic, but like *le sigh* 💔

—I digress 😶

If you were on the phone w/ someone Kokushibo might deem ~competition, then he’d def be cocky and sly and merciless #riperoni your pussy as hell 😎

But since it’s Sanemi aka your brother?

Kokushibo’s mostly embarrassed 😖

“Hang up! Hang! Up!” he hisses into your ear, thrusts stuttering at the sound of Sanemi’s irritated grumble crackling through your phone, “Why did you even pick up?????” 😭

“No, Sanemi,” you grin faintly, biting at your tongue to suppress a breathy whine, “I’m not busy.”

“You’re having sex,” Sanemi scoffs plainly, markedly unimpressed, “Is this payback for when you walked in on me and-”

“YOU TOLD ME YOU’D BE OUT FOR THE NIGHT.” 😡

“Plans change. Sorry our house was closer.”

“Sorry you couldn’t wait to get your dick wet,” you snap, “Sorry you couldn’t text me a heads up so I could stay the fuck away!”

“WELL YOU GOT YOUR REVENGE, SO END THE FUCKING CALL.”

“Why didn’t you end it when you realized what was going on?” you smirk

“Because I wasn’t 100% confident,” he growls, tacking on darkly, “Until you confirmed my suspicions, of course,” scowling to himself, “And I’m trying to be less of an asshole and not just randomly hang up on you.”

Meanwhile, poor Kokushibo’s cock is slowly but surely softening, his hands splayed awkwardly on your ass 🫠

“Aww Sanemi, that’s actually really thoughtful of-” 🥺

*Sanemi randomly hangs up on you* 😞

“Are you satisfied?” Kokushibo pouts immediately, chest pressing hot against your back as he leans over you, practically batting your phone out of your hand, “I need help.”

Giggling, you roll your hips backward, chin turning to peer at him, “Thanks for your patience.” 😇

“Don’t thank me yet,” he mutters, watching the arch of your spine, thumbs digging into the plush of your sides, quickly recovering from his momentary loss of arousal, voice lowering smoothly, “You’re going to help me, hm?”

“Am I?” you hum nonchalantly, clenching your walls around him, laughing at his unabashed groan

“You certainly are,” he murmurs, always so poised before the storm

You know you won’t be answering any more calls when he pushes your face into the mattress, other hand slipping between your thighs

“That’s right sweetheart, you’re going to help me cum with those pretty, needy orgasms of yours.”

MUZAN

—I did my best to write Muzan ~not entirely toxic, but like, well, it’s Muzan lmao 🥴

Needless to say, Muzan and Sanemi do not get along 😬

But, again, since Sanemi’s your brother (vs a potential/past lover), I don’t think Muzan would be particularly fond of you talking on the phone w/ Sanemi during sex 🤨

Perhaps a case of butt dialing would be more likely?

Or maaaybe

Sanemi’s calling you repeatedly (for stupid, sibling shit lol)

But you’re in no position to answer 🫢

No position to answer = tied spread eagle to the bedframe w/ a vibrator held firmly—by Muzan, obvi—against your clit, bedsheets already damp from your sweat and earlier orgasms

And eventually, Muzan loses his patience 🙃

Sure, he could just relocate your phone

Or break it

Or put it on Do Not Disturb

But he already dislikes Sanemi, so he might as well put him in his place (???)

—Muzan, Do Not Disturb really would’ve solved the prob, but #you do you 🤠

Still holding the vibrator against your clit, Muzan reaches for your phone 😵‍💫

“Hello Sanemi, most people give up calling after their second attempt.”

Your head lifts when Muzan says Sanemi, both intrigued and flustered, but before you can voice your confusion, Muzan pinches your thigh Pay no attention here, focus on cumming for me

“Why the fuck did you pick up?” Sanemi snarls

“Because your sister’s occupied.”

“The hell does that mean?”

Smirking, Muzan glances nonchalantly at your trembling form, your orgasm steadily building as your shiny, swollen clit makes a mess of the vibrator

“Do you really want to know?” Muzan drawls, mouthing a command to you

Cum

Your silent orgasm spills over as Sanemi promptly hangs up (no doubt red in the face), Muzan’s smugness permeating through the bedroom at your open mouth and dazed expression, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation

Bc Muzan’s still holding the vibrator against your clit

“Keep going,” he murmurs, fixated on the pleasure-pain writhing through your body, soft ropes taut as you try (and fail) to escape from the vibrator’s pressure, your strangled wail music to his ears, “That’s it darling, just like that,” his stare fully darkened and in control as you convulse, finally squirting with a overwhelmed scream

Taking pity on you, he sets the vibrator aside, rubbing greedily at your shaking legs, your skin smeared and glistening as he roughly thrusts two fingers into your pussy, relishing the wet, sloppy noise of your essence

“What a filthy cunt,” Muzan grins, “So beautifully wrecked.”

Dw! 😃

You have a safe word in case you actually feel wrecked, and Muzan respects your boundaries 🫡

After all, he needs to gain your trust before he can push them 😃

—WOWIE I did not mean to get so intense for Muzan 🫣

[angelwonie]

BITCH idc write me smth about making out with jisung rn!!! 😤

pairing: jisung x fem!reader wc: 600 warnings: semi smut, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, this got out of control oops

"Fuck, you're so hot."

You giggle at the words mumbled against your lips by your boyfriend, his hands roaming your body like he's been waiting to touch you for ages. Which is funny considering his hands have been on you all night, ever since you walked out of the house in that little dress Jisung likes the most.

You don't feel much like laughing, though, not when Jisung's lips crash into yours again, fingers brushing over your cheeks as he pushes you against the wall of your apartment. The surface is cold and it has you gasping softly, opening your mouth just wide enough for Jisung's tongue to slip inside, a groan escaping him when you tug at his hair. He rolls his hips into yours slowly, smiling against your mouth when you whimper.

"You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?" He pulls away to press open-mouthed kisses to your jaw as his hand slips under your dress, brushing over the inside of your thigh. He teases you for a while, but his patience quickly fades and he runs his knuckles over your clothed core, feeling how soaked through your panties are already. "Always so fucking needy for me. Always ready for my cock, isn't that right?"

Goosebumps form on your skin at his words, and you buck your hips into his hand, whining softly as you nod your head in response. This isn't exactly how you imagined this night to go, especially after feeling so tired on the drive home, but you can't bring yourself to feel sleepy when Jisung's fingers keep brushing over the fabric of your panties that grows wetter with every second. Is he trying to drive you insane? Because if he is, it's certainly working.

"Ji," You mumble as you feel his clothed erection press into the side of your thigh. "Please."

"Please what?"

He's enjoying himself way too much, but you can't bring yourself to think about that right now, much less scold him for it. All you're focused on is how his fingers push your panties to the side and graze your clit ever so slightly, making you grab at his biceps for support when your legs feel weak.

"Please, need you to fuck me," It comes out breathy, more high pitched than you intented it to because now, his fingers are smearing your arousal all over your cunt and you're slowly losing focus.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jisung flashes you that annoyingly hot smile of his and finally pushes one of his fingers inside of you, making you gasp out, leaning your head against the wall.

That doesn't last very long, though, as he grabs at your hair and pulls you in for a messy kiss. Another finger enters your pussy and you whimper into his mouth, spreading your legs to give him better access.

He doesn't hold back, driving his fingers into you quickly and making sure they reach deep enough to make you see stars with each movement. Once he finds that one spot that makes your knees weak, he hits it repeatedly, making you clench around him, nails digging into his arms. His lips move to suck marks into your neck and one of his hands grabs at your tits, fingers curling as they leave and enter your cunt. You're close already, that familiar feeling of ecstasy stirring up in your stomach and a string of moans escape past your lips.

"Fuck, babe, you're taking my fingers so well," Jisung groans, rubbing circles on your clit when he sees your legs starting to shake. "Gonna cum for me? Cum all over my fingers like a slut?"

You can only nod, whimpering as your pussy clamps down on Jisung's fingers when you reach your high. His arms hold you up when your whole body feels like jelly, and the corners of his lips quirk upwards when your eyes meet his, your fucked out expression making his cock strain against his pants. It only makes his smile widen when he sees you eyeing the tent in his pants hungrily.

"Wanna help me out a little, pretty girl?"

[mothgodofchaos]

Americano

I called upon the inherited knowledge I got from my father about coffee for this.

Engineer Marcus x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 735

You check your phone repeatedly, comparing the text you got to the sign hanging above the door with the coffee shop name in a winding script. With a deep breath, you gather up the courage to head inside, waiting nervously for your date to arrive. Off in a corner where you can see the door easily, you sit down and begin scrolling on your phone, not wanting to order coffee before he gets here so it doesn’t get cold, or you have to order a second one for it not to seem weird that he’s the only one with a drink. The shop is moderately busy, and the sound of the coffee grinder and chatter helps drown out anxious thoughts about this date.

A man comes running from around the corner and makes a sharp turn into the coffee shop, nearly running into the glass door. He struggles with pushing it, before slowly pulling on it to open. His cheeks flush as he shakes his head, minorly embarrassed. Out of his jeans pocket he pulls out his phone, typing on it before looking around the shop again. A ping on your phone goes off, and you realize he’s your date. The franticness is now even more endearing, and you stand up from your seat to wave at him. His face brightens as he walks over to greet you, sitting across from you at your table against the wall.

“Hey! Sorry, I was so worried I was gonna be late. The guys kept trying to keep me at the shop for longer but I managed to slip out when someone knocked over a can of grease.”

“Oh, do you work in a mechanical shop of some kind?”

“Yeah, I used to be an aircraft engineer but I decided to quit that job and join a mechanic shop when my employer started insisting we be a little more lax on our repairs. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be in a plane that I knew for certain was built and repaired properly.”

“No kidding. Do you want to order? I’m sure you’re a bit tired from running here.”

“Oh no, I took my truck. I more just wanted to make sure I didn’t keep you too long. But yeah, I’m down for some coffee.”

The two of you get in line and keep chatting, and you begin to realize how quickly you’re hitting it off.

“I’m Marcus Voyage, by the way. Wait- you’d know that from my profile. Oops.”

He facepalms as you laugh a little, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it too much, I was nervous meeting you too. But so far, you seem like a great guy.”

“Well I hope that continues, I’ve been told being a little dumb is only a good quality if you’re also a decent human being.”

“I wouldn’t say you’re a “little dumb” if you were an aircraft engineer, but maybe that’s just me.”

The two of you order, and Marcus insists on paying for the two of you. With your coffee and breakfast ordered, you return to your table. What you didn’t know, is that you happened to find a date who has a special interest in coffee.

“Did you know that americanos and lattes are made nearly the same way, just one is with water and the other with milk? And yet people get weird about americanos learning about that. It’s not like you’re taking black coffee and watering it down, but espresso shots. I knew one guy back in college that would go and get his “black death” drink every morning. Eight shot americano, and a bag of chocolate covered coffee beans. I legitimately don’t know how he’s still alive today.”

You look something up on your phone, eyes widening.

“That’s over five hundred milligrams, not even counting the coffee beans. Holy shit.”

“I know! And it’s not recommended you consume over four hundred! And he drank that every day for six years!”

“I’d be shocked if he doesn’t have heart problems now.”

“No kidding.”

Your names are called and Marcus gathers your drinks and breakfast, returning with a smile. You nod in thanks, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Sorry, wasn’t planning on rambling about stuff until the second date…”

“No please, keep going. I’m glad you have interests, just be prepared for me to have my turn rambling.”

“Deal.”

[lynlily-7]

𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾.𝑇𝐻 ＆ 𝐽. 𝐽𝐾

Prompt: morning sex but Koo fucking you from behind while Tae sucks your tits, jerking himself off

Warnings: dirty talk, big dick Koo, subby Tae if you squint, orgasm chain, pet names, foreplay was before this

~Holy shit almost creamed while writing this lol

His hands massage your hips as he pulls down your panties. Slowly he grinds gently on your ass, god you could cream just by looking at him. Jeon Jungkook. Childhood friend turned lover, a cheesy romance but one that held fast through thick and thin.

His hands knead your breasts, mouth open panting slightly. His hands travel down to his boxers to palm his ever growing erection, fuck he was ethereal. Kim Taehyung. Friends with benefits turned lover, a cliché bud that blossomed into a flowering romance.

You wimpered as Jungkook grinded harder on your ass, hands griping your hips as he buries his face in your neck. Taehyung traced every crease in your breasts slowing as he dragged his hands over your hard nipples. Lifting your leg up, Jungkook slid his thick cock in your tight pussy whispering sweet nothings into your clavicle.

"God darling you feel so good."

"So tight, just for me."

"Oh fuck, you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."

"Do you want me to fill you up with my cum little dove?"

"To fuck a baby into you? To pump this pussy full of my cum till it's running down your legs?"

You whined as Taehyung latched onto your nipple, slowly pulling away watched a trail of saliva connect you together. The lewd noises of Jungkook fucking your sopping hole were enough to make him go feral. Tired of teasing himself, he pulled down his boxers letting his throbbing dick spring up.

Gathering precum from his tip, he strokes down to the base of his cock coming back up to squeeze the angry head. Taehyung's body jerks repeatedly as his tongue slips out of his mouth, finding it's way back to your tits.

The two men work in unison, Taehyung buring himself in your breasts as his pelvis bucks faster into his hand, Jungkook's sloppy thrusts in your pussy as his eyes roll back and his thighs tremble. Dear god, you thought you were going to burst from the stimulation. Eyes shut, mouth open, practically drooling from the from the two men who work so hard to plesure you.

"Ahh fuck~" Taehyung whimpers into your breasts, hickeys littering open space.

"oh god Koo~" your arch your ass back.

"Cmon baby you can take it." Jungkook pounds himself faster into you

"Just a little more..... thats it princess" Taehyung groans in a beautiful baritone voice.

Jungkook shudders as his cock leaks cum into your hole, panting heavily he collapses behind you. Your legs shake as your orgasm washes over, stars clouding your vision. Taehyung whines into your neck as he squeezes his tip one last time before cumming on his abs. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, thighs slightly shaking as he pulls out of you. You breath deeply as your high fades together. Taehyung's muscles seize as his cock softens in his hand.

The end~

Oop- not me ghosting you all. Take this badly written smut as an apology. Happy holidays :].

And please send me requests for fics!!!

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

I was think about those titles, the only one thats really popping into my head is Melli and Adaman. Also while I dont think EITHER clan would disrespect titles of the nobles, I do think they would throw hands at the galaxy team if they dont ise them. Kamado REALLY strikes me as someone who wouldn't acknowledge the Nobles by their titles, which would definitely be a point of contention

siiiiigh okay listen. LISTEN. this might be spoilers or i might cut this scene entirely and it might be irrelevant but listen. because like i said im obsessed with this lil bit of characterization generally. so im just going to. natter on for a minute.

this is also one of those things that i WISH i had been more attentive to in the beginning of oop, because there are some early points where it doesn't really hold together, but whatever i'm not making early chapter edits now if i start i'll never stop. juuust listen

but the symbology of a title is formality, right. tacking on a "warden" or "lord" or even just a "miss" onto the front of anyone's names communicates, simultaneously, respect and distance. and those are the two key things to me! someone who says, fx, "captain cyllene" instead of just "cyllene" or even "sinensis" is communicating that they respect her position and responsibilities—but, simultaneously, it may also imply that they maybe don't know her very well, and/or their relationship is strictly professional. or that this is a formal conversation and being casual is inappropriate at the moment. (this generally applies most at the start of a conversation—the more times you're saying someone's name in a row, the more acceptable it becomes to drop the title regardless of context i think.)

so anyway part 1 of this particular argument, the background, is that adaman almost NEVER bothers with the titles of the diamond clan wardens. especially not mai and melli, who he's so close to that he just drops it constantly. this is part of the thing where adaman's also not big on formality in general, and irida very much holds that against him. it annoys the shit out of her. so he tries to be a little more observant when he's in the presence of the pearl clan but he's still. not. very good at it. like a lot of things between them this is sort of a micro-scale of a broader argument and it's also very performative a lot of the time. like, a lot of drama between the clans has a lot less meat on it than any of them would like to admit, and this is no different.

...especially bc in this case irida's kind of a hypocrite because she doesn't always observe the titles of her wardens, either. actually there's one person in particular that she's repeatedly dropped the title of a few times and that's ingo.

and she slips up with that again, while she's walking with adaman, and he immediately jumps on it. like. at least i'm doing it because i'm close with my wardens. kind of presumptive for you to talk about him like you're friends, isn't it? and irida immediately starts spitting venom right back at him, because these two fight like it's a habit. aaand like, again, a lot of arguments they have, it's a tiny detail that's really just the vector for a much bigger conversation - in this case, irida's decision wrt ingo.

i could quite literally go on about this for so many characters like you mentioned melli and kamado and those are ALSO two who are HUGE on the formality-respect-distance sliders but i am going to stop before this gets too horribly long and also i go off on things that are completely unaddressed/vaguely inconsistent with the mainfic itself hgsksjhkjh.

[gloriabomfim]

Part 1: Howdy's Failed Attempts to Help Bumpy

Montage 1: Lasso Mishap

Action: Howdy stands in a field with a lasso in hand, teaching Bumpy the ropes.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Alright, Bumpy, I'm gonna show ya how to use this lasso to avoid accidents."

Action: Bumpy tries to mimic Howdy's lasso-throwing technique but ends up getting tangled in the lasso.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Oops! Howdy, I think I'm stuck!"

Montage 2: Rodeo Riding Lesson

Action: Howdy brings Bumpy to a makeshift rodeo ring with a mechanical bull.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Now, Bumpy, this here's a rodeo. Let's work on your balance!"

Action: Bumpy repeatedly falls off the mechanical bull, each fall accompanied by exaggerated somersaults.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Yeehaw! Ouch! Yeehaw! Ouch!"

Montage 3: Horseback Riding Practice

Action: Howdy presents a tiny toy horse to Bumpy.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Start small, Bumpy. Get used to ridin'."

Action: Bumpy tries to ride the tiny toy horse but keeps slipping off.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Giddyup! Whoa! Giddyup! Whoa!"

Montage 4: Cowboy Hat Trouble

Action: Howdy shows Bumpy how to wear a cowboy hat properly.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Now, Bumpy, every cowboy needs a good hat. Keep it on your head!"

Action: Bumpy's hat keeps falling over his eyes, causing him to bump into things.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "I can't see a thing, Howdy!"

Montage 5: Roping Lesson Gone Wrong

Action: Howdy demonstrates rope tricks to Bumpy.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Time for some fancy ropin', Bumpy! Watch closely."

Action: Bumpy's attempts at roping objects result in him getting tangled up in knots.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Oops, Howdy! I roped myself again!"

Montage 6: Line Dancing Lesson

Action: Howdy sets up a line dance with other cockroaches.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Bumpy, let's learn some line dancin' moves!"

Action: Bumpy's clumsy dance moves disrupt the line, causing a domino effect as other cockroaches trip over each other.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Sorry, folks! I'm just not good at this."

Montage 7: Chuckwagon Cooking Lesson

Action: Howdy shows Bumpy how to cook in a chuckwagon style.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Time to cook up some cowboy grub, Bumpy!"

Action: Bumpy accidentally spills food everywhere, attracting a flock of hungry birds.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Uh-oh, Howdy. We got some unexpected guests!"

Montage 8: Western Shootout Practice

Action: Howdy sets up a pretend shootout scenario.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Bumpy, it's time for a showdown! Draw your toy guns!"

Action: Bumpy's inaccurate shooting causes chaos and prop damage.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Bang! Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen!"

Montage 9: Cattle Herding Attempt

Action: Howdy takes Bumpy to a cattle ranch.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Bumpy, let's learn how to herd cattle!"

Action: Bumpy's attempts to guide the cattle result in them scattering in all directions.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Y'all come back now, ya hear? Whoa!"

Montage 10: Wild West Show Disaster

Action: Howdy invites Bumpy to participate in a Wild West show.

Dialogue (Howdy): "Bumpy, you're gonna be a star! Just follow my lead."

Action: Bumpy's antics during the performance cause the entire show to go haywire, with everyone laughing.

Dialogue (Bumpy): "Oopsy-daisy! I guess I'm not cut out for showbiz!"

[nctsplug02]

more daddy mark pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[8:40PM]

GENRE: absolute fluff— with a hint of suggestiveness!

WARNINGS: kissing, cuddling, mark and y/n have a three year old, jealousy and slight possessiveness between mark and the child.

“of course we can go look for dinosaurs later! and then, after we should look for the tickle monster.” you suggest to your son who coos in amazement.

“i think the monster is under the bed— what do you think, momma?” you giggle and sit up, looking down at him with a smirk. “maybe momma is the tickle monster.”

“what, momma—?” the boy yells and then giggles loudly while squirming as you lightly dig your fingers into his sides and his ribs. “m—momma!” he giggles and attempts to curl up.

a groan scares the two of you causing the two of you to scream. “gosh, what is all this noise?” your husband, mark, sits up with an open jaw and his hand rubbing his eyes. “oops, we woke daddy up, momma.” your son gasps.

“sorry, darlin’. didn’t mean to wake you up— me and rubin were just messing around.” the boy nods quickly. “yeah! and, did you know momma’s the tickle monster?!” marks chuckle comes out deep and slightly raspy.

“momma isn’t the tickle monster,” mark held an evil smirk on his lips. “daddy is.” you and your son gasp before mark grabs the two of you with an evil laugh.

“no, no! daddy’s the tickle monster!” the three of you giggle and squirm around as mark repeatedly digs his fingers into your side and rubins side.

rubin slips under through mark and slips through the gap between his legs. “wha—? still have one left.” mark licks his lips and raises his eyebrows before attacking you.

“mark!” you laugh and tickle mark back. “my god!” you gasp when feeling his lips hit your jaw and then your lips and then your neck.

“hey!” rubin squeals from the side of the bed. “daddy, stop kissing mommy! only i can kiss mommy.” you place a hand on marks chest and look at your son. “only kisses from rubin?” rubin nods with his arms crossed and a pout.

you look up at mark who stares down at you with the same pout— god, they looked so much alike.

“you heard the boy.” mark glares at the boy. “mommy, is mine.” mark looks down at you and presses a quick peck on your lips making you lightly shriek. “daddy! no!” rubin stomps his foot and whines.

“yes, rubin.” mark teases the boy and then presses another peck on your lips. “that’s not fair!” rubin steps forward and attempts to pull the two of you apart only for mark to bring his lips back down to your lips.

rubin whines and tosses himself on the ground. “not fair.” mark groans into the kiss and you place a hand on his chest. “rubin,” you turn to the boy who has glistening eyes. “you hungry, baby?” he sniffles and nods. “okay, let’s go make you some yummy food, yeah?” he nods and sits up.

“cmon,” you reach behind mark and pat his ass. “let’s go find some stuff to make.” mark clicks his tongue and presses another kiss on you before sitting up.

“rubin, help mommy.” you fake a groan and pout. “daddy, get off mommy.” rubin pulls your hand and grunts while attempting to yank you away from mark. “mm, i don’t think so. mommy feels like a cuddly teddy bear.” mark leans back down and wraps his arms around you, again.

you tsk with a grin before pushing mark, again. “stop messin’ with him, he’s just a baby.” you glare and shove mark to the side. “he’s three?!” mark shrieks. “exactly— a baby!” you climb off the bed and reach back, pulling on the thin fabric stuck up your ass.

“cmon, mommy. let’s go away from daddy.” rubin drags you out the room while mark watches and follows shortly.

A/N: this is a short one-shot but, happy readings, bbys! thank you to the anon who requested this!

happy readings, bbys!

[getosbigballsack]

𝑨 𝑺𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 - 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 1

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑴𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒓. 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 - 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒐𝒚𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎,𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒙? 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒄.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕. 𝑾𝒆'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒎? 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝑴𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓? 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 @kuroosbby001 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❤︎

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑾𝑪: 2.8𝒌

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

“Ugh, hah, hah,” you cried as his cock slipped in and out of your wet pussy. “Sa-Satoru please,” you cried as he pressed into your pussy. 

“Shut up,” he breathed. “Fuck, your pussy is so… mhm.” 

You whimpered as his cock abruptly swelled inside of you, your finger digging into your hands and causing you pain. Hell on Earth has never been what you expected, especially coming from someone you believed would never harm you. Satoru had been hammering into your hot pussy repeatedly till it had gotten a little swelled from all of the harsh fucking he had been doing.

The force of his thrust left your ass even scorching. You thought you were going to pass away. But what about the man sitting across from you with a gun to his head, watching as you got your hole fucked out by someone so close to both of you?( And that someone just happened to be the person who was holding the gun. You believed you were going to die.

“My son,” the man pleaded as he watched as your eyes filled themselves with water. “What are you doing?” 

Satoru laughed as he stared down at his father. His free hand gripped your plump flesh and then he slapped it. “What does it look like?” Satoru asked as raised the gun a little higher and pushed the barrel close to his fathers face. “I’m having sex with my mommy.”He persisted in making little movements as he saw how your sex enticed him inside of you. You began to lean back into his thrust even though you did not want to, and your muffled whimpers grew louder. When he heard you scream in response, he tightened his grip and increased his speed. You were helpless to stop his pelvis from repeatedly slamming into your ass other than to hide your face in the cushions and scream.

“I’m fucking my mommy, daddy. Do you have FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THAT?” Satoru yelled. “HUH? Do you have a problem if I have sex with my mom. HUH DAD?” ……

*OOPS. Let’s travel back to the time before everything happened?*

“Hello? Mom?”

“Hey Satoru. How are you?” you asked him. 

He breathed a long sigh before responding, “I’m tired. I’ve been studying for midterm exams all night.” 

“It’ll all pay off in the end honey. I’m really proud of you,” you said with a huge smile on your face. 

“Thanks mom,” he responded. 

“No problem.” 

There was a long pause until he spoke up. “Hey mom, can I ask you to do something for me?” 

“Sure, what’s up?” you asked. 

“Well I was wondering if you could pick up a few groceries at the store. I’m all out of food and I don’t have time to go buy them myself,” he explained. 

You chuckled, “Of course I’ll buy them for you. Just text me what you need and I’ll get them for you.” 

“Ok.” 

“Anything else?” you asked him. 

“Yeah, I was also wondering if you could cook something for me as well. I’m hungry and I don’t feel like ordering takeout again,” he sighed with a sigh. 

“Of course honey. What would you like for me to cook for you?” you asked.  

“Do you want me to answer that?” he asked. 

“Well, I don’t really have much to do anyways. So I have time to cook whatever it is that you want,” you said to him. 

“Well, I want Soba, tamagoyaki, pork dumplings, rice and donburi,” he said and your eyes almost rolled out of your head. “I’m hungry, mom.” 

“Alright Satoru, I’ll see what I can do,” you said to him. “I’ll go buy the groceries and come by the house to cook your meals. Is Suguru there?” 

“I don’t know. Why’re you asking?” he asked. There was a slight bit of aggressiveness in his tone. But you paid no attention to it. 

“I just want to know if I should cook a lot just so that he could get some too,” you explained to him. 

“Oh, uhm he’ll probably show up. He’s tutoring today,” he said, sounding a bit annoyed. 

“Alright. I’ll go get ready and head to the supermarket. I’ll buy you some donuts, kikufuku and mochi too.” 

“Thanks mom,” he said. 

“Anything for you Satoru,” you said to him. As you were about to hang up the call. He suddenly called for you. 

“Hey mom?” 

“Yes Satoru?” 

“I love you,” he said in a low sweet voice. 

You chuckled. “Alright Satoru, I’ll see you…”

“MOM!? I love you,” he said yet again. 

“Alright Toru.” 

“Mom, I love you,” he whispered through the speaker. 

You swallowed thickly before responding. “I love you too.” Then he hung up. 

“Who was that?” your friend asked as she watched as you slipped the phone inside your dress robe. 

“My step son,” you answered. 

“Who Satoru?” she asked you. 

“Who else would it be?” you asked as you rolled your eyes at her. 

“Well I had to ask because from what I can remember, he doesn’t really like you.” 

*Just a little Back Story*

Satoru and you didn't always get along well. He actually despised you from day one. And the reason he hated you so much was that you were a prostitute. He also detested prostitutes. Though you hope he wouldn't, you can understand why he despises prostitutes.

Who, after all, wouldn't be incensed that their mothers committed suicide because their fathers were too preoccupied to stop and entertain prostitutes? Satoru is in such a situation, I suppose. His mother hanged herself because his father wouldn't stop hanging out with a prostitute in public.

It hurts to know that something like that had to happen, but you were glad that you weren’t the one his father fucked with at the time. 

But let’s not side track here. A little story into the past. 

A year and a half after the passing of Satoru's mother, you got to meet his father. About a month before you actually met him, you had just begun working as a sex worker in a renowned brothel in central Tokyo. Even though you didn't want to, you actually didn't have much of a choice. Along with having a younger brother who was still enrolled in high school, you had your father's debt to pay off.

What other options did you have when your prior employment could not even provide for your basic needs? The simplest way to acquire money was to sell your body, and doing so would also provide your brother the chance to pursue a good education. A formal education that you were unable to obtain.

You were fortunate that you met Satoru's father at the appropriate time. He lavishly paid to see you. Mr. Gojo would always give you more than you generally requested, and it was enough to cover your brother's education expenses as well as open a bank account and pay for your brother's rent and food.

You also had other paying clients who paid a lot to see you in addition to the money he paid. you had money, then. Anyway, you continued to see Gojo's father for almost a year before he asked you to stop seeing him and simply serve as his personal call girl.

Although management had already agreed, you had no other option. You initially felt pressured to be having sex with a man who was 3 decades older than you. You were only 24 and he was around 55. You didn't enjoy the thought of having sex with someone whose dick required the use of Viagra. You soon realised, however, that your existence with Mr. Gojo was one of comfort. He relocated you from your previous residence to a lovely penthouse. You went on trips with him all the time. Your father's debt was completely paid off, and you were able to give your brother anything he desired.

I'll just hurry ahead and get to the point because I still don't want to digress. Up until he decided he wanted to marry you six months later, you ended up being Mr. Gojo's call lady. Although you didn't want to, if doing so would benefit your brother, you would do it.  Your brother discovered that you were a prostitute after the marriage to Satoru's father. Let's just say that he wasn't delighted to learn this and that's why he ended up cutting relations with you.

You knew he was disappointed in you and, tragically, you were disappointed in yourself, so you didn't hold it against him. However, you made the necessary sacrifices so that your brother could live a better life.

Anyway, not too long after the wedding, you eventually got to meet Mr. Gojo's son. Although you have heard of him previously, you have never met or spoken with him.

And despite the fact that he is 5 years younger than you; you really did think that your first meeting with the man you were now referring to as your stepson would have been wonderful. But you were so fucking wrong. 

You can still picture the expression of disdain on his face as soon as he saw you. Even though you hadn't uttered a word to him, you recall how his lips quiver as he made every effort not to yell at you.

And you unmistakably recall the way he regarded you as he talked. "A prostitute, you fucking married a prostitute, dad."

You recalled how his father addressed Satoru while standing in front of you. “Boy, watch your tongue. Even if you despise the idea that she once worked as a social worker, you will appreciate her.”

“A prostitute.” 

Yes. That was your first encounter with him. 

You laughed because you were aware that this used to be accurate. You recall how poorly the son of the man you are now married to talked about you when you first met him and when he learned that you were going to be his "step mom," you may remember him yelling at his father.

 even though he used to despise you. Being his new stepmother would be difficult for him to accept because, after all, he detested prostitutes. Due to one, his mother passed away. Therefore, he made it his responsibility to make your life a living hell before his profound devotion and infatuation with.

He would make derogatory remarks about you. He didn't hesitate to refer to you as a prostitute or slut in front of his father, your friend, his friends, and even the house staff. You once became so accustomed to him publicly humiliating you that you chose to ignore him. However, everybody has a breaking point, and you undoubtedly did. You can recall how you raged at him while tears ran down your face.

"I am aware of my prostitution. I fuck to support my own needs. I'm pretty sure, Satoru, that everyone in the entire globe is aware of my prostitution. You don't have to like me or communicate with me. However, I do ask that you appreciate the fact that I am your father's wife and will not be leaving. I don't mind if you dislike me, as I already stated. But please stop making fun of me and stop criticising me. I knew you detested prostitution, but I had no idea you detested them to such an extreme.”

That's all it took for him to finally leave you alone and show you some respect. But only if you understood how obsessed he presently is with you, because of that decision that you made to stand up to him. If only you knew how closely he watched you until he now wanted to be a part of you. 

*Back To the main Timeline*

“Well things have changed in our relationship and I’m glad that we’re better than what we used to be,” you answered. 

“That’s good to hear. So what is he up to?” Your friend asked. 

“Well he said that he’s out of groceries and that he’s hungry. So I’m going to get his groceries and cook him something to eat,” you replied. 

“I see you taking your motherly duties seriously,” your friend teased. 

“Well, if I want to maintain our relationship then I’ll have to be the best mom that I can be. I know that I won’t be as good as his birth mom. But still I wanna be the best mom that I can be,” you explain. 

“Well alright then, I’ll head out and let you be,” your friend said as she stood up from the sofa and gave you a hug. 

You chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Bye, bye.” 

MEANWHILE… 

“Ugh fuck,” he moaned loudly as he stood underneath the hot shower with his head hanging low and his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Sweat beads formed on his already wet forehead as he moved his hand back and forth on his cock. 

Up and down, his hand moved around his cock while he softly called your name, or the name that was given to you the day you marry his dad. “Mom, ugh fuck.” His cock slightly twitched in his hands as he stroked faster, “Fuck mommy, I’m such a naughty boy.” 

And indeed he was. He knew how fucking disgusting it was to be masturbating while thinking of his step mom. He knew how wrong it was, but he could care less. He loved you, even if you’re married to his father. He loved you, even though you were once a prostitute. He loved you, even though he can remember how sweetly you moaned for his dad in the nights. He loved you even though you were his step mom. 

“Mom, I wish… ugh fuck…” He cursed as he ran his finger over his pierced nipple to add a bit of stimulation while he continued to fist his cock. Gojo closed his eyes and bit his lips when he saw images of your naked body in his mind. You softly beautiful round tits and your fat perky nipples. That cupcake tattoo on your juicy ass cheeks and your precious little cunt. His mommy’s pretty little cunt. “Ugh,” he groaned as remember the scent of your pussy. 

Yes, he might have given your undergarments a few sniffs. He also took a smell when he spotted you dozing off on the sofa at home with your legs apart. He was reminded of how much he wanted to fuck you after smelling your pussy. He recalled how your underwear would hardly cover your cunt. He could have fucked you. 

He could have violated you. R*ped you, but he didn’t because you were his sweet, beautiful step mom. But that didn’t stop him from standing over you that day and stroked his cock while looking down at your face. He wanted for you to open your eyes and watched as your naughty step son cum just for you. But you didn’t open your eyes, but he did come on your dress and made no attempt to clean it up. 

As he stood here in his shower holding his cock, all those memories of his sexual conduct came flooding back to him. You should be his property, says Gojo. He wishes he had picked you up from the renowned brothel you had formerly worked at. He desired you and desired to own you. even though he formerly thought poorly of you. In light of his intense commitment to and obsession with you, he decided it was his duty to make your life a living nightmare. He remembered the tears streaming down your cheeks as you yelled at him, fed up with his harassment. He recalled every detail. He recalled the way you sobbed yourself to sleep that evening. He was aware of your best efforts to keep him away from the house. In addition, it was at this point that he decided to stop bothering you and start watching you. Here he is now, madly in love with you and so preoccupied with thoughts of you that he masturbates.

Gojo cried out, "Mommy, fuck, mommy." He imagined how you would appear before him on your knees while his eyes remained shut. He was curious how your lovely mouth would stretch around his cock as he fondled your throat. He wanted to hear you gag as he cums inside your mouth and watched as his cum trickled down your chin and onto your fat nipples. He wanted to see the faces you made for his father when you cry and moan for him.

He wanted to hear your sweet voice moaning his name when he gave you pleasure. He wanted to feel those soft hands wrapped around his back while he made love to you. “Mom, ugh,” he cried as he pumped his cock faster. He could feel his cock getting heavy as he grew closer to his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck… Mom, I’m cumming,” he cried as he stroked faster and not long after he came with a shout. He was breathing heavily as he lazily stroked his overly sensitive cock until he pumped out all of his cum. 

“Fuck, mommy. I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

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