#Plaything‚ if you tell Me this‚ your ass will be out like a light in three minutes. Tops.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; male!reader

sun rays greet satoru's face as he stretches his whole body across your shared bed. there's a dopey smile on his face as he watches you pace around the bedroom, determined to find a specific shirt and his dick twitches at the sight of you bending over. the material of your boxers stretches so deliciously over your ass and it has satoru biting down onto his lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

he tried to keep you in bed you were so determined to start your day early and well, satoru isn't opposed to letting you think that you have a chance to escape him.

you're still looking for your shirt, talking about your plans, completely missing the shuffling sound the sheets as satoru crawls over the bed like some sort of a predator. his feet hit the floor and that's what gets your attention – spinning around, you're met with an overly sweet grin. he's up to something.

trying to take a step back, satoru's hands are quick to stop you; his slender fingers wrap around your wrist while the others dance on your lower back, pulling you flush to him.

"satoru..." you warn him and he gives you a playful 'hm?'.

eyes glued to his, you try to figure out what exactly is he up to but you don't have to think for long when you feel his boner rubbing against your own clothed dick. your eyes tear from his and flick down to where you're connected and the sight makes you gulp. satoru watches your adam's apple bob and he wastes no time in wriggling his hips just a bit, his grin widening when your breath hitches.

"feels good, heh?"

he uses you like his own personal plaything, pushing and pulling you against him with ease. all of your protests die down in your throat as you feel yourself hardening. there's a wet patch forming on satoru's boxers, pre-cum already ruining the material just from rubbing his cock against yours. but he's not ashamed, he never is – he's not afraid to show you how you make him feel. how hard you make him just by... being.

"y'look so handsome."

glaring at him through your eyelashes, he laughs. "what? i can't tell my boyfriend that he looks handsome anymore?" while his tone has a teasing lilt to it, you know his question is real.

"i– ahh... woke up like five minutes ago, i still have sleep in my eye."

a deep groan straight from the depths of satoru's tummy spills from his lips, his hands tugging at you closer against him. "hot."

heat spreads all over your body, from your chest to your neck and face, from your chest to your lower belly. satoru feels your dick twitch at his 'compliment' and his own does the same, so fucking excited to have this kind of an effect on you.

when you raise your hands, he's almost sure that you're about to try to push him away but he's pleasantly surprised to feel your fingers scratching at his undercut instead. "you're so– weird."

light-hearted laughter bubbles from satoru before he leans in to press a kiss to your jaw. "you love me."

his voice is all raspy and his touch burns in the best way possible and you're no better than him at this point – making a mess in your underwear just because of some heavy petting. it's not like he'd ever judge you though; satoru wants you both to let go and never hold back on your desires.

he sucks at your sensitive skin, right at your pulse point while still pushing and pulling you against him. pride blooms in his chest when a moan rips through your body – his hand has slipped under the waistband of your boxers and over your ass. he gives it a squeeze before pressing further, the tips of his fingers brushing over your asshole ever so gently.

you give his snowy roots a tug and it makes satoru groan into your skin. unable to keep your head up straight, you let it fall back, giving your boyfriend even more room to kiss and worship. his lips never leave you; he's determined to mark you as his with the prettiest heart-shaped hickeys. you'd scold him and tell him to stop but... you can't think clearly anymore.

his finger circles your hole and it has you arching your back; your hard nipples brush against his and the room fills with wanton moans coming from the both of you. everything he does to you feels so fucking good – he floods your senses with his scent, with his warmth, with his touch. you never even had a chance.

removing a hand from his hair, you can't help but smile idly at the sound of his whine. but you only take it away to place it on his chest instead. you paw at his skin, just above his heart and relish in the way his hips stutter against yours. the knot in your lower tummy tightens and your balls contract – tell-tale signs of your upcoming climax.

you want to be mad at him, scream and yell, tell him off because he manages to make you cum in record time every time he tries something new. you want to enjoy it, you'd like to take your time but no, he's over here rocking your world by just... grinding against you and giving you hickies like some teenager. you can't believe it.

but you can't let him have all the fun now, can you? so, you take the hand on his chest and move it over to his pec and give it a squeeze before thumbing at his nipple. satoru's whole body twitches at the light touch, his lips parting with your neck for a mere second. he tilts his head to catch your gaze and he doesn't regret it – he's met with a sick smile, one that's an exact match to the one he's wearing right now.

the corners of his eyes crinkle and his dimples say hi; beautiful blue orbs filled with love and adoration stare into yours as he gnaws on his bottom lip. your heart races in your chest and your whole body feels like it's on fire – you lean in at the same time and you collide in a fiery kiss.

sun peeks through the curtains behind you, warming you and satoru as you try to eat each others faces. he sucks on your tongue and you play with his nipple, you suck on his and he presses his finger against your sensitive hole. your cocks rub together and your pre-cum starts to mix as it seeps through the material of both of your boxers.

somewhere in the background your phone dings but neither of you hear it. satoru's kisses turn more hungry by the second, his hands more desperate as he pulls you towards him again and again. he isn't even letting you catch your breath, your chest now heaving as you near your orgasm. the friction between you two feels godly – it's the complete lack of shame; the way he's just always ready to make you feel good in every possible way known to mankind. dry humping you while standing up, dropping to his knees to eat your ass the second you come home, sucking you off when you're mad at the world – he's here for you.

he nibbles at your lip and you groan into his mouth. satoru's knows you're close because.. he's close, too. you're now just grinding your clothed dicks against each other, melting into yourselves as raspy whines and moans fall from your mouths. you're there, you're almost fucking there. you squirm in his hold, eyes screwed shut as satoru pushes the tip of his index finger into your ass—

knock! knock! knock!

still hazy from the pleasure, you try to pull away from satoru, leaving him chasing after your lips as he keeps humping you. while desperately trying to focus on whether somebody is actually behind your door or you're officially losing your mind, you spot your phone on the bed over satoru's shoulder. and then you remember.

suguru!

that's why you got out of bed early in the first place, that's why you said no to your usual morning shenanigans with satoru. your eyes widen and your whole being hurts as your orgasm begins to fade.

satoru has yet to come out of his, his eyes still closed as he blindly mouths at your chin. a strong shove against his shoulder helps with it but now he looks like a kicked puppy, sad and beaten because you're not returning his affections.

"suguru."

his brows furrow faster than ever. "excuse me?"

"behind the door."

"are you having a stroke right now, baby?" his face relaxes, his eyes closing in slow motion, one slower than the other. "c'mon, kiss me some more, hm?"

pinching his nipple a little harder than he'd like, your boyfriend squeals with wide eyes. "what, what?!"

"suguru was coming over, remember? and now he's here and neither of us are ready?!" you reprimand him through gritted teeth. another spurt of pre-cum leaks through your boxers and your eye twitches as the sensation. this is hurting you as much as him but you can't just let suguru wait for you. it's rude.

"so?"

now it's your time to stare at him with big eyes. "so?! that's our friend that we invited over, we're not gonna let him just fucking stand behind the door because you're horny, satoru."

his eyelashes flutter as his gaze drops to your rock hard cock pressed against his own.

"that's irrelevant."

and with a final shove, you push yourself away from your pouty boyfriend and rush to find some proper clothes. satoru laughs to himself when you harshly-not-so-harshly tell him him to get rid of his boner and to wash his hands, to which he only responds with the words 'i love you' in a singsong voice.

satoru knows that suguru knows, that's why he hasn't bothered to knock again in the first place. how does satoru know it? before climbing out of the bed to play around with you, he sent suguru a text message saying that he has to 'rub one out'. and knowing how suguru feels about you... oh, satoru can't wait for his best friend to see your disheveled hair and the fresh hickeys on your neck.

maybe he'll finally get suguru to join you two? especially knowing that neither of you or him actually got off in the first place, your ruined orgasms now settling deep in your lower stomach. satoru feels proud over his weird little matchmaking play, but c'mon – nobody can blame him for wanting his beloved and his best friend fuck, right? he just wants to see the two people he loves the most have fun and feel good, he has no problem sitting back and just enjoying the show you'll surely put on for him.

he feels giddy.

and in love.

[moonjellyfemme]

God, it wasn’t fair. Your two UNBELIEVABLY hot coworkers (who were roommates?!) invited you over for a few drinks, and you, the reputable horrible-liquor-holder, agreed. Three drinks later, you were sandwiched in between the two like it was a second nature, hands running all over your body and sending liquid heat scorching through your veins. Here you were, with your ass pressed up against the femme’s mini pencil skirt and your front grinding against the very-obvious-now hard packing bulge in the butch’s pants.

“Oh my god, doesn’t she look cute fucked out like this?” the femme murmured, pressing another lipstick-coated kiss to your throat that wracked a whimper out of you.

The butch grunted a little bit with a smirk, pressing her dick firmer against your dripping cunt. “Someone’s needy,” she teased, making you desperately duck away to hide your blush. It was such a perverted sight— you, completely naked, stuck between two fully-clothed women, hellbent on ruining you.

You don’t know how you got to this point now, with the butch’s cock half-lodged in your throat while your clit is gently stroked and teased, but with the way you were dripping you doubted you’d complain.

“C’mon, baby girl, you can take more in your throat,” the butch murmured, hands tangled in your hair. You couldn’t tell if the soft squelchs you heard were from your mouth as your head was guided up and down her cock or your cunt as a finger traces around your hole.

You moan quietly, trying to get more in but choking a bit at the tip. A harsh hand slaps down on your ass and makes you yelp, which gives her that perfect opportunity to fuck her cock just a bit deeper in you.

“Oh, good girl!” The femme cooed, giving you a little slap on the ass as encouragement. “You can be a good little cockslut for her, honeybun, it doesn’t take that much work.”

The butch scoffed in amusement at her words, cocking her head to the side in a challenge. “Oh yeah? Last time I checked, someone took more than a few months to throat me properly.”

This time it was the femme’s turn to blush, looking away and stammering. “Well— whatever! Besides, can’t I have my turn to feel good now? Ugh.”

“What,” the butch drawled, “someone’s pussy is all ignored from the attention not being on her for once? We can switch, honey.”

Being ignored and used as these two gorgeous women’s plaything had you throbbing and squirming, dripping wet and desperate for attention. With a gasp and some tears rolling down your face, the butch slid her cock out of her throat and tapped your mouth lightly with the tip. “Good girl. You wanna be good, right? Be good for sir and princess?”

You moaned, loud, desperate and fucking horny. “Please, please please please sir, princess— please let me make you feel good, please—“

“Aww, she’s all cute when she’s throatfucked stupid!” The femme chirped, switching spots with the butch. Her manicured nails undid each of her buttons, one by one, revealing the curves of her firm breasts. Sliding up her skirt, you were gifted with the view of up her skirt, no panties. “Now, cutie, are you gonna be good and let me sit on your face?”

Your mouth opened to respond but all thoughts were cut short at the feeling of the butch’s cock prodding open your entrance. Taking it as a green light, she pressed her dripping pussy against your mouth, making you moan at the taste. Your tongue licked frantically over her cunt, savoring every moment you had tongue-fucking her as your own hole burned deliciously with the pleasure of being stretched open.

Every strong stroke inside of you made your legs tremble as you moaned while eating her out, eyes damp from feeling so fucking good, you felt so goddamn good—

Your eyes look around her for a second. The two girls were kissing vigorously, tongue-fucking each other while using your body as a vessel for pleasure.

Oh god, you were going to come so hard.

[men LEAVE ME ALONE. I’m a dyke. commissions open on my kofi :3]

[gor3-hound]

WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE - NAOYA ZENIN

ft. naoya zenin x puppy!reader

a/n: commission for the very lovely @nexysworld !! naoya is so very pretty and i was scared to write him BUT !! he was actually very fun to write. i love my asshole nepo baby :3 hope you guys enjoy, fb and reblogs are always appreciated <3

cw: 18+ content, dead dove-ish, pussy inspection, mistreatment of hybrids, forced cosmetic procedures, dub-con bcs power dynamics, praise, degradation, use of shock collars, caging, mentions of filing teeth, ear cropping, touching unhealed wounds, tail play, misogyny, spit, mean naoya, dehumanisation, orgasm denial, forced spaying, p in v, creampie, dacryphilia, neglect

word count: 3.2k words

Naoya’s bored.

It might’ve made you feel better if he had a secret soft spot - that the pressures of his clan have left him lonely and desperate for companionship, but that’s simply not the case. There’s no profound self-realization that comes with his actions, no sense of guilt when he pays one of the maids to suck him off before he kicks her to the curb.

He’s just bored. He’s always found the best cure for his boredom was to find a pretty little plaything that was willing to put up with him. But there’s only so much you can do to a human girl before she’s skittering off. Women value their life more than their job these days, a thought that has him scowling and breaking the shit in his room as soon as his latest slut cuts him off.

He needed something more permanent. A pretty thing that he can use to get his dick wet. One that isn’t crying for a relationship or money when he’s finished. He’s always found those hybrids pretty cute, and it seemed like the perfect thing to keep him entertained. A girl that knew she was lesser than him. A pet he could play with that would forgive him after a couple of head scratches and a new toy.

It’s that thought that has him dragging his ass to the nearest adoption center, his eyes scanning the kennels until he spots you.

You seem like a shy little thing, but he doesn’t see an issue with that. He’s always had more fun breaking girls in, and you’d be no exception. He hums thoughtfully for a moment, his head cocking to the side as he looks you over. He doesn’t address you or ask you any questions, but he doesn’t need to. You were cute, and that’s all he really cared about, anyway. He calls a worker over, asking to get some time alone with you.

“Well, we don't really have any private rooms for you to-”

“How much?” Naoya cuts him off without even gazing his way, his eyes locked onto your form. No point buying the goods if he doesn’t get a trial run, first.

“I'm sorry?” The worker stutters out. Naoya hates that shit. Pisses him off more than anything, acting like he doesn’t want the Zen’in’s money. Naoya knows better.

“You heard me. How much? Doesn't need to be a fancy room. Shit, I'll take a storage room. I gotta check she's worth the money, y'know?” He says with a sigh, his brows twitching slightly as he fights back a scowl.

Seems to work well enough, because the worker leads him to a staff room, telling him to wait right there. He crosses his arms over his chest, making him sigh in annoyance. He waits impatiently, but he lights up when you come padding into the room, looking all nervous.

”No need to be scared, girl.” He tells you, but his words come out in a grunt. He doesn’t really care if you’re scared of him or not, as long as you let him get a good look at you. He moves towards you when you don’t budge, gripping your chin between his fingers.

His gaze is sharp, his dark brown eyes narrowed as he looks over your features. He reaches a free hand up to your floppy ears, giving them a flick. A frown crosses over his features as he gives you an appraising gaze , clicking his tongue. “They’ll have to get done. Don’t like ‘em.”

His fingers and thumb dig into your cheeks, forcing a gap between your teeth so you open your mouth. He shoves his fingers down your throat, sighing when you gag and splutter. “Gonna have to train that outta ya. Those canines are gonna have to get fixed, too. Bet they’d fuckin’ hurt if they caught my dick.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes your spit off on your cheek, smirking when your nose wrinkles. He reaches down, tugging on your fluffy tail with a thoughtful expression. “That can stay, though. Cute.”

”Bend over the table, pup. Spread your legs, lemme see your cunt.” He orders, releasing your tail and taking a step back. Your hesitance irritates him, and his hand comes out to smack you across your face so hard that your head snaps to the side, your ears ringing. “Don’t make me say it again. I fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Your tail is tucked between your legs as you shift to lean over the table, those fluffy ears pressed down firmly against your head. Doesn’t bother Naoya. He kicks your feet apart, pulling your pants and underwear down in one tug. The tail is a little bit of an obstacle still, so he sighs and scratches behind your ears.

”C’mon now, baby. I didn’t mean it.” He coos, making sure he finds the spot behind your ear that has you pushing back against his hand. His tone is condescending, but that dumb puppy brain of yours can’t register that. He grins as your tail perks up and wags, showing you off to him. “That’s better. Lemme get a look at that pretty pussy.”

He kneels behind you, spreading your folds with two fingers, humming in satisfaction as strings of slick spread and break at his actions. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t pick out a puppy for that exact reason - a few words of praise, and you were soaked. He slips a finger deep into your cunt, adding another one and scissoring them open before groaning at the tightness. You felt like a virgin, too. Perfect.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wiping his spit off on your clothes before he pulls them back on. He gives your ass a few pats as he stands up, turning around to bang a few times on the door.

”Hey! I’ll take her.”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Naoya’s unpredictable.

It’s hard to settle into a routine with him. He can be easy to handle one moment, only to switch up at the next second. He’s never kind - that’s not the right word for him - but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his moments. If you’re good, he’ll let you curl up at the foot of his bed. Sometimes he’ll even let you sit at his feet when he’s relaxing, petting your head absentmindedly.

Those moments are few and far between. For the most part, he’s cold. He doesn’t pay much attention to you unless he’s feeding you or if it’s play time.

He shows you the most attention when he wants to play. He’ll praise you, scratch behind those freshly cropped ears standing tall on your head and run his fingertips through the fur of your tail until it’s wagging fast enough that he knows you’ll be pliant and eager for anything he wants to do to you. You’d tried whining, begging, pleading… Anything just to get him to look at you and show you some affection, but you quickly learned that the only way you could guarantee something from him was to paw at the front of his pants until he’s twitching against your hand.

His choice of affection has a bit of a side effect, and you’re unlucky enough that Naoya notices it. All it takes is one little ‘good girl’ or a scratch on your head for you to be soaked, whining and rutting against any part of him you could reach. He loves feeling you wrapped around him, but he loves teasing you even more. So, naturally, as soon as realizes how desperate his touch makes you, he decides it would be a fun little game for him to see just how needy you could get.

He’s leaning back against the couch when he spots you padding over, that fluffy tail slowly picking up speed the closer he gets to you. He can’t help but chuckle when he spots you settling on the floor by his feet, a smirk spreading across his face when you rest your chin on his thigh. Your gaze flicks up to his face, a longing expression on your features. His hand comes down to pet your head, fingers scratching your scalp gently.

”You need something, girl?” He coos, tugging on one of your bandaged ears until you whimper, biting back a laugh when you lean into the touch regardless of the pain that comes with it. You’re always so eager to please, it drives him crazy.

“Need you, please.” You whine, your ears tilting back slightly, unable to press flat against your head due to the wrapping keeping them up so they heal pointed. He grins wolfishly at your words, yanking you by the collar until you’re straddling his thigh, a mischievous going in his eyes.

”Go on then, pup. I’m too tired to deal with you myself. You can handle it, can’t you?” He hums, giving your head a pat before crossing his arms behind his head as he leans back on the couch. You give him a curious little head tilt, confusion twisting your cute little face. He loves it when you give him that look - you’re just a dumb puppy, nothing more than entertainment for him. He can’t help but feel amused, shifting his leg so he can press his thigh more firmly against your core.

”You’re a big girl, aren’t you? I’m sure you can figure it out, puppy.” You seem to get the picture, a soft, needy sound rising in your throat as the hard muscle of his thigh presses against your cunt through the fabric of your shorts. Your hips start shifting on their own, rutting against him desperately. Your mouth falls open, artificially rounded canines digging into the flesh of your bottom lip.

Your hands come down to rest on your own thighs - you know better than to touch Naoya without asking, and you don’t want this to end so soon. Your nails press into your flesh, leaving indents on the surface of the skin. Naoya’s face is a mask of indifference. There’s no sign of enjoyment from him, the only hint that he isn’t completely unaffected by your actions is the tent forming beneath the fabric of his pants. You whine when you realize he isn’t even looking at you, staring over your shoulder to look over one of the paintings on the wall.

You want him inside of you, want his strong hands to grasp your thighs as he fucks into you. The thought alone has you panting, your head hanging as your tail starts to wag again, steady behind you as you grind against his thigh more harshly. Your breaths come out heavier, your cunt soaking through the fabric of your shorts to coat his own pants.

You’re so overwhelmed with your rapidly approaching orgasm, how good it feels to finally be this close to your owner that you don’t see his hand reaching for his phone until it’s too late. You yelp as your collar zaps you, the fur on your tail standing on end as the shock makes you spasm, your hips quickly pulling away from his thigh.

”I didn’t say you could cum, did I? Bad girl.” He hisses, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you across the floor, forcing you into your crate with a swift kick. He slams the door behind you, locking it before stepping back. “You can stay there for the rest of the night. If I hear you so much as fuckin’ squeak, you’re not getting let out for the rest of the week. Got it?”

You nod quickly, but that’s clearly not good enough for him. He taps at the screen of his phone a few times before pressing his thumb down for a longer period. The voltage is higher, and he doesn’t let up on shocking you until you drop against the blanket in your crate, your fingers twitching. He scoffs at the sight, letting go of the button.

”Pathetic. If I’m talking to you, I expect an answer. Surely you’re not so stupid you’ve forgotten how to use your words?”

”N-no. I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll be quiet.” You whisper, your voice shaking slightly with the effort it takes you to hold back tears.

”Stupid mutt.” He grunts, fiddling with his trousers until he can free his cock. His jaw tenses in slight annoyance at how quickly that has you perking up, your eyes wide with interest like he’s holding a damn treat up for you. He steps closer to your crate, pressing his length down against the bars above your head. Naoya can’t help but laugh as you try to crane your head to get a taste of him, his eyes shining with amusement as your tongue laps between the gaps to catch his skin.

”Look at you. You were crying a second ago, and now you’re drooling like a bitch in heat? You are the single most pitiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on.” He muses, letting out another chuckle at the whine that spills from your lips when he pulls away from the crate.

”Go to sleep.” He grunts as he tucks himself back into his trousers, his eyes trained on your as he takes a step back. “If you’re good enough, I might let you out for breakfast.”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

The next morning, Naoya is wordless as he approaches your cage.You can tell from his narrowed, fox-like gaze that he hasn’t forgiven you from last night, his jaw set tight as if you hadn’t just made a small mistake. Naoya expected nothing but perfection from his pet, and it was something he made abundantly clear. He opens the door, his eyes narrowed in on your slumped over figure.

”Out.” The words are short and clipped, but firm, leaving no room to argue. It wasn’t a request, but a command. You weren’t stupid enough to ignore it.

He watches you crawl out of the cage, kneeling at his feet on the cold floor. You keep your gaze trained downwards, unable to meet his eyes. You look so pathetic it almost angers him, a crease forming between his brows as looks down at you. He slowly strips his clothes, his eyes locked onto you the entire time.

“Strip.” You listen, pulling your clothes off and adding them to his own pile on the floor. There’s no praise now, no attempts to get you wet enough to take him. He just pushes you down onto all fours before spitting directly onto your cunt as he forces his cock into your tight heat. It’s meant to be a punishment, but all it takes for you to get wet is the feeling of him stretching you out, your tail swaying side to side as his tip presses up against your cervix.

”Such a slut… Dripping as soon as you see cock. Bet it doesn’t even have to be mine, hmm? Could pass you around the whole clan and you’d gladly let each and every one of ‘em mount you until you were sore and dripping cum.” He spat, his hips rocking forward harshly. He builds up a steady pace, pounding into you brutally.

”Wouldn’t…” You manage to force out, brows furrowing as you try to rock back against his hips, your walls pulsing around his length. “Just you… want your pups.”

”Aww, that’s cute. You want me to breed you, girl? Is that it?” He lets out a cruel laugh, tugging on your tail to pull you back against him with each thrust, his cock brutally pounding into your tight cunt. “You think I’d let you carry my seed? That your bastard children could be sufficient heirs for the Zen’in clan? I’d never let you have puppies. Stupid fuckin’ bitch. Didn’t even realize I got you spayed? You just believe every little thing I tell you, huh?”

Fuck, he really likes the look of your tears. Nearly has him cumming from the way you look sobbing on his dick, the way you clench around him like you're trying to milk him dry despite how upset you are. It doesn't matter what he does to you, not when you're so forgiving. He knows he can say whatever he pleases and you'd still come running back to him, tail tucked between your legs like you were the one in the wrong.

He presses down between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest flat against the hard-wood floor as he keeps your ass in the air with his grip on your tail. With your back arched, the new angle allows him to fuck into you deeper, bullying himself into you without any regard for your pleasure. You were nothing more than something to use to him - a glorified fleshlight, at best. He only let you cum because of how tight you squeezed him when you did, how hot it was to see your dripping down his length.

This wasn’t about you right now - it was meant to be a punishment. You'd be lucky if he decided to let you cum in the following weeks, let alone today when he's still pissed off at you for almost breaking one of his rules.

His hips smack the fat of your ass with every thrust, low grunts spilling past his lips as he wraps your tail around his hand, smacking your thigh in frustration when you yelp at the discomfort that comes with it. He's increasingly glad with every pained whimper as his grip tightens that he decided not to dock your tail. It's so much better than a leash could ever be, forcing you back onto his imposing length everytime it gets too much for you and you try to crawl away.

“M'gonna cum.” He groans, harshly forcing your upper body further against the floor as he leans his weight on the hand pushing you down, slick sounds filling the room as he thrusts himself brutally in and out of your twitching pussy. He yanks on your tail, pulling you back against him as he cums with a grunt, his cock twitching inside of your abused cunt. He ruts his hips into you shallowly as he rides out his high before pulling out, smacking your ass once before standing up, ignoring your pleas to let you cum.

“Stupid mutt.” He spits out, rolling you onto your back with his foot, pressing it down against your stomach to hold you down. He spits on your face, a huff of laughter leaving him as your nose wrinkles. “I've been too good to you. Made you think you have a say.”

“You are a toy.” He continues, pulling his foot away with you before moving to gather his clothes. He pulls them on, leaving you panting and leaking his cum on the floor. “Something for me to use when I get bored.”

He makes his way to the door, shooting one last glance at you over his shoulder. “The quicker you learn that, the better.”

[honey-on-your-tongue]

FWB

Part 3 Logan Howlett x fem!reader Series masterlist

It was a bad idea. It obviously was a bad idea, but it was so good. The sex was so good, how were you supposed to stop it?

Logan had you hooked on him, had you constantly wanting more.

Every night—every single night—he shows at your bedroom after lights out and he fucks you until he’s had his fill. And that’s a while, because his healing factor allows him to have more stamina than what should be humanely possible.

And the thing is, you let him. And you enjoy it. And you want more.

Every chance you get, you two sneak off for a quickie, or for a few heated touches, or just long enough for Logan to eat you out.

But it's just sex. Only sex, that's what it's all about. You know it and he knows it. And you both know it's not going anywhere else.

Which you're fine with, honestly.

Normally, it's sex and then you both get dressed and a quick kiss goodbye until next time.

Tonight, it's no different.

Logan is quick to discover that one of his favorite positions is having you face down, ass up. The way you arch your back, the way you're so vulnerable to him, it boosts his ego. And he loves it.

He builds you up for a really long time, kissing your nape, his hands just tracing your body, occasionally slipping between your thighs to spread your folds and play with your clit until you're dripping onto the bed.

He waits, he pushes your limits until you break.

“Please,” you gasp, voice hoarse from all the moaning and whining. “Please, Logan, fuck me.”

He smirks, his large hands massaging your ass. “Yeah, alright,” he says like he's doing you a favor. He reaches to the nightstand, taking out a condom from the pile he placed there so he wouldn't have to go back and forth between his room and yours.

He kicks his sweats off, no boxers underneath it, and he grunts quietly at the freedom.

He squeezes your ass, your thigh with one hand while he opens the condom with his teeth and rolls it onto his cock.

He playfully taps your cunt with the tip, smirking as you let out a sharp breath.

“You're so needy, bub. Always so eager f’r my cock,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear. He runs his teeth over the shell of your ear while he slowly pushes into you.

You moan, back arching, cunt greedily taking him in, and he chuckles lowly.

One of his hands remains at your hip to keep you in place, the other one grabs onto the headboard so he can hold himself up.

He gives you a moment to adjust, his chest against your back, his lips kissing your shoulder softly. When he feels you relax, he starts.

He pulls out gently before slamming back into you, groaning at the sound of his skin meeting yours.

You squeal, hands grabbing onto the bed sheets tightly, your body rocking back and forth as he fucks you.

He grunts, fucking you hard and deep, his mind hazy with the scent of your arousal and sweat. You smell so sweet, like you were made to drive him crazy.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moans lowly, voice raspy. “Jesus fucking Christ, bub. I love this cunt ‘f yours. So tight…”

His hand moves from your hip to your thigh and he forces your legs further apart, making more space for him to maneuver.

The headboard slams against the wall and Logan knows that, next door, Storm or Scott or whoever the fuck is there, can hear it. He knows they know. They know he's fucking you, they know he's got you like a whore for him, and he likes that. He wants everyone to know you're his plaything, his good girl. That you're his.

Logan's hand moves from your hip to your clit, rubbing firm circles, groaning when your pussy clenches around his cock.

“Yeah, bub, I know. ‘m gonna make you come. Want you to feel good, yeah?” he says into your ear, grunting. “C'mon, baby, you're so fuckin’ close. I can tell.”

You're done. You're seeing stars and your ears are ringing. Your body is weak with pleasure and exertion, your cervix almost bruised from how hard he's fucking you.

It doesn't take long for you. Between his hard, deep thrusts and his fingers deftly working at your clit, he sends you over the edge.

You come hard, legs trembling, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You moan, squealing softly and whining his name over and over again. “Logan! Logan! Logan! Logan!”

He grunts, his hips faltering as you tighten around him. The smell of your orgasm and the way you cry his name gets the better of him, and he comes. His cock twitches as he spills into the condom and he stays buried in you, groaning.

After a while, when you've both regained your breath some, he pulls out gently and lies down next to you.

He carefully leads you to lie on the bed, facing him, and he pushes your hair out of your face. “You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?”

“’m good,” you assure, smiling gently.

He nods, satisfied, and pulls you closer. “If I ever hurt you, you gotta tell me,” he says, kissing your sweaty temple.

You nod softly, cuddling up against him some.

Now, normally, Logan gives you a while to regain your strength before he gets up, dresses, and leaves. But he's awfully tired right now, and your bed is comfortable and your body is warm, and…

He doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until next morning, when he wakes up and sees you lying next to him, peacefully asleep.

At first, he finds the sight endearing. You just look so precious, so blissful when you're asleep. No worries, no pressure. You're just resting.

And then he realizes you're still naked. His cock is quick to twitch at the mere thought of being in you again.

Why only fuck you once a day when he could do it twice? Plus, what better way to start the day?

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[nadvs]

both sinners (part two)

pairing drugdealer! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug use

summary as a stripper, you’re well aware that someone you know could walk into the club at any moment. when rafe is your newest customer, you’re actually glad to see a familiar face.

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When Rafe wakes up in his bed, bits and pieces of last night drift into his mind.

He remembers watching you on stage. And touching you while you danced on his lap. And going upstairs with you.

And at the end of it all, asking for your number. But he can’t place if you actually gave it to him.

When he finds your contact info in your phone, he’s relieved. He wants to replay last night. It felt like a dream. He texts you: when are u working next?

You eventually reply: lol you asked me this like ten times last night

Rafe: and whats the answer

You: friday

His lips twist in frustration. He can’t wait that long.

Rafe: are u coming to my party tonight

You: wasn’t planning on it

Rafe: well plan on it

You look down at your phone in amusement. You’d overheard the girls at work talking about this in the dressing room before. Some customers do this - they get infatuated by a stripper, by the fantasy of you being their plaything.

Unless the customer is a creep, going along with it is basically a guarantee of a steady flow of cash from them. The thing is, you don’t really have to play it up. You genuinely had fun with Rafe.

You tease him in your reply, texting: hmm fine i guess.

You’d been at Rafe’s house for parties a few times before, but every time, the vastness and luxury of his home nearly jolts you.

The place is swarming with partygoers, music loud and conversations louder. You’re with your group of close friends, some fellow dancers and some not, as you make your way through the crowded foyer.

When you spot Rafe sitting on a couch, counting and fanning out $20 dollar bills of what you’re sure is his drug money, you let your friends know you’ll find your way back to them.

When you approach him, you put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looks up, a smile spreading on his face as soon as he realizes it’s you.

“Do I owe you for the bump last night?” you ask him. He stops to think about it.

“Yeah, actually, you do.”

“No problem. I made a lot of cash last night,” you tease. Nearly half a thousand dollars solely from him, to be exact.

He takes your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. You giggle, placing an arm around his shoulders as he encircles you in his arms, the cash now a bundle in his fist.

He’s so damn possessive. And grabby.

“You’re not paying me back that way,” he murmurs to you. You smirk, looking down at his mouth.

Rafe is already getting hard. The feeling of you on his lap, your ass pressed against his thigh, your short dress, that smile… Fuck.

“Didn’t see that coming,” you say sarcastically.

He cradles your jaw to kiss you. He loves the feeling of claiming you in public like this. There’s something so fucking hot about being the one you’re choosing to be with when so many other men thirst over you.

“What the fuck took you so long to get here?” he rasps.

“Did we make an appointment?” you flirt. He grips your thigh hard, biting his bottom lip.

“Get up,” he says, shuffling beneath you. Excitement tingles through you as he stands and takes your hand to lead you through the groups of rowdy people.

On the way upstairs, a guy stops Rafe asking to buy a gram, but he only pats his shoulder and tells him he’ll find him later. You’re his priority right now.

His bedroom is massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the beach. You can only hear the waves and faint music and your own heartbeat as Rafe shuts the door, making sure to turn the light on.

He’s going to see all of you this time, with no dim club lighting shadowing any part of your body.

He immediately pushes up against you, his groin at your ass.

“Take it off,” he mutters. You’re used to undressing for men, but doing it for Rafe is ecstasy. You can’t wait to feel him inside of you.

You hike up your dress and pull it off to feel his hands on your bare skin immediately. He’s rough as he squeezes your tits and trails a hand down between your legs, pressing his fingers up against you.

“No stupid fucking rules here,” Rafe says.

“Not like you’d follow them.”

He smiles. You’re right. He’s been looking forward to fucking you how he wants you to. The handjob last night was mind-blowing, but he wants you entirely, to absolutely ravage you.

Arousal twists inside you as he rubs the tips of his fingers up and down over your panties.

“Bend over,” he orders. You obey, feeling his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you down. You put your hands on the plush rug.

Your legs are spread and your ass is in the air as he pulls your underwear down to your knees. His hands run over your bare cheeks, then spread you open.

Rafe exhales sharply. You’re fucking perfect. He lowers onto his knees and when you feel his tongue against your cunt, you tremor, almost losing strength in your legs.

“Don’t move,” he says against you. With your hands and feet on the floor, he starts to languidly lap at you. His tongue dips and glides, his breath hot against you with his fingers still digging into your flesh.

You’re dizzy. From the pleasure. From the way your body is bent over. From the ache you feel for him.

One of his hands slides off your ass, and within moments, you feel two of his fingers push into you.

“Shit,” he groans in a whisper. He starts to scissor his fingers, earning moans from you. “You’re so fucking tight. I don’t know if I’ll fit.”

From the way his cock felt in your hands last night, you’re not so sure, either.

“We’ll make you fit,” you say through shallow breaths. Rafe grins to himself. That was the best thing you could’ve said.

You feel him withdraw his fingers. The sound of him unzipping his pants makes you arch your back in anticipation. Big hands push your hips down to guide you onto your knees.

You bite your bottom lip, drunk on the feeling of his fascination with you. He’s going to take you right here on the floor; he couldn’t even wait another few extra seconds to get you on his bed.

Rafe strokes himself, hungrily looking down at your slick core. He pulls out the condom he was keeping in his back pocket specifically for this, opening the package and rolling it on.

You look back once you hear the crinkling of the wrapper.

“They make those in your size?” you purr, stroking his ego. At this point, you’re professionally trained in making men feel good about themselves, but right now, you’re genuinely complimenting him because you want to.

Rafe breathes a chuckle, his hand running up and down your back. He’s never had a girl flatter him like this. He’s not usually rendered speechless, but you have the power to do it to him.

He lines his tip up against you, his groin stiff, avidity consuming him. When he starts to push into you, he feels you tighten around him. He throws his head back with his mouth agape at the feeling of you squeezing him.

“Tell me to stop if I need to,” he says gruffly, slowly sinking in.

“Okay,” you breathe, his hands cupping your hips. The pressure is unreal as he gets deeper, and you feel your body tense.

“Wait,” you say, head hanging. You breathe in and out slowly, feeling his thumbs rubbing over your skin as he waits for you. After a few breaths, you’re ready.

“Okay,” you say. “Keep going.”

He continues to slowly dig into you and once he reaches in to the hilt, his hips against your ass, you wriggle to get used to him.

“Good?” he huffs.

“Yeah,” you say, rocking back. He smirks at the way you’re pushing against him. He pulls back, then drives back into you, pleasure filling him.

His pace quickens and soon he’s slamming into you, the sounds of your wet skin slapping together and your heavy breathing taking over the room.

Rafe feels nothing but pure euphoria as he fucks you, looking down at his cock disappearing into your perfect cunt. Your ass shakes with every thrust, reminding him of how you danced last night, of how he wants to keep coming to the club to watch the way you own the stage and writhe on that damn pole.

He cums in hard, long pulses, his fingers digging into your hips so hard that it hurts. Once he’s done, he watches the way your dripping cunt slowly wanes after being stretched out by him.

You turn to look at Rafe as he stands and pulls off the condom, his load pooled at the end of it. He is absolutely disheveled. His hair is a mess and sweat sheens his forehead.

“Get on the bed,” he says through heavy breaths.

You go to lie down on his plush sheets while he gets rid of the condom, and when he comes back, he lies on his front and immediately dips his head between your legs.

You arch your back and breathe out a sigh of surprise. He actually wants to make you cum, instead of only chasing his pleasure. You’re glad he’s not as selfish as his ego makes him out to be.

You dig your fingers into his soft hair as he runs his tongue up your middle. When he starts to flick it over your clit, he looks up to make eye contact with you.

The way your lips part and your brows furrow in pleasure is so fucking pretty to him.

You’re on fire as he licks and sucks, his hands resting on your inner thighs to keep your legs spread wide.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasps.

“Yeah?” you moan, feeling like you’re withering beneath him.

“I’m the only guy you’re seeing, right?” he says, hopeful, already angry at the mere idea of you fucking around with other men.

“Right,” you say. He nods and continues to work his mouth on you, his jaw getting sore, until an orgasm rolls through you.

When Rafe watches the way you tremble and hears the way you whimper, he decides he wants to make you cum whenever he gets a chance to simply so he can watch you do this.

As you come down from your peak, Rafe takes out his wallet and drops a few $100 bills on the bed beside you.

“You don’t have to pay me,” you impulsively say. Damn. It might be stupid to turn down any money he’s willing to give you.

“I want to,” Rafe says to your relief. Maybe you’ll get used to his money, he hopes. It’ll keep you around.

He looks down at your naked body with a satisfied grin. He always thought you were hot when he saw you at parties, but had he known fucking you would be like this, he would have made a move a long time ago.

Or he’d have gone into that strip club much sooner.

He waits for you to get dressed before you head downstairs together. He continues to party and sell coke, not letting you leave his sight.

The following Friday night, you sit in the club dressing room, putting the finishing touches on your makeup before your shift.

When you step out onto the stage, you can’t see the audience clearly, but you know Rafe is watching. He told you he would be.

Rafe sits near the back, sipping a drink, watching you in amazement. You’re in a flimsy, sheer pink dress. It’s hiding absolutely nothing. He can’t believe he gets to fuck you.

This is a new, conflicting sensation. He likes that so many men want you and only he gets the satisfaction of being inside you, but so many eyes on you makes him jealous at the same time, like these strangers even imaging fucking you is too much.

Maybe he can’t take this like he thought he could.

He watches you writhe and grind and twist on the pole, his dick hardening. He’s definitely fucking you after you clock out.

When you saunter off the stage towards a booth of older men, something ugly twists in his stomach.

This was inevitable. This is your job. You’re going to dance on other guys. Of course you are. But nothing he tells himself makes it better.

Rafe can’t look away, even though he should.

You smile at the stranger, your hands on his shoulders as you say something to him. He watches the man dip a bill into your bra strap.

Rafe takes another swig from his glass, the alcohol cold in his mouth.

When he sees the man reach to squeeze your chest and you swat him away, rage consumes him. He stands up quickly, still trying to somehow restrain himself, knowing you probably deal with this shit all the time.

But the man tries to grab you again.

And that’s fucking it.

Rafe rushes to the booth and grabs the motherfucker by the collar, his fist meeting his jaw hard.

(part three)

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[bangtangalicious]

gimme more (m) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f-reader

genre: smut pwp drabble innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, loss-of-innocence!au

wc: 1.2k (short!)

summary: you grind on jungkook till he cums in his pants

warnings: 18+ (be gone children!) pw(o)p explicit smut. NEEDY koo but what did you expect, whining, outercourse, grinding or rather riding jungkook for all he's worth, cumming in pants, licking, begging, stuttering, multiple orgasms bc jk is a horny boi, just wild messy filth, light manhandling, one smacc on dat ass, inexperienced!koo & reader, fondling, breast play, did i mention needy koo? unedited

part of the touch me wherever universe. *can be standalone*

Jungkook loved going shopping with you. Especially the part where you'd try on anything he picked out and twirl around for him. Like a little plaything. He'd test your limits at first. A cute crop top. A black bikini. A short sundress.

Could you blame him? The way your plump little ass looked in the flimsy fabric had him crossing his legs in an attempt to hide the raging hard on in his sweats.

Today the roles were reversed though. Jungkook needed new pants.

Why? Because he kept ruining them. Because of you. Too embarrassed to let his parents wash them in the laundry, afraid he would have to explain how easily you could make him cum without even trying.

As you dragged him into the Calvin Klein store, he was immediately uncomfortable. So many pictures of naked men. Were you looking? Did you like it? Of course not, you only like Jungkook, you told him yourself.

You wouldn't lie to him, right?

"I like these" You handed him a pair of dark jeans, a blue so deep it reminded him of the ocean. "Go try them on"

He did, jumping into the thick fabric. The pants were snug. When he walked out of the fitting room, he almost choked seeing that you were trying on some underwear.

"Oh hey" You were unphased. Then again, why should you mind? Jungkook had seen your body. Kissed and licked every inch of it. You had nothing to hide from him.

But he had something to hide from you. You wouldn't be able to tell, not in these jeans. But Jungkook needed you now.

He scolded himself internally. Can't you keep it together one fucking time! He worried you'd find him pathetic. Once you learned better.

Seokjin had offered to teach the two of you how to have sex properly. Jungkook knew you were curious, but frankly he liked things they way they were. You knowing only the taste of him. His lips. His cock.

Self-control? Jungkook never needed it. Why should he? You'd never deny him. What would he do if you did, what would he do if you said no? If you tried to pull away as he picked you up into his lap, kicking the dressing room door shut? If you didn't let him seat your cushy little cunt right over his zipper, gripping your thighs so tight?

He'd probably cry. And he knew you'd never deny him then.

Could you tell he was hard? He watched your face intently, while you continued to play with the straps of the bra you were clearly not finding comfortable.

Jungkook could help with that. It would be his pleasure.

He snapped the damn thing off.

You sighed with relief, his hands tracing the imprint of the tight underwire before cupping over your mounds. You were so fucking pretty, and you didn't even know it. But he liked that you didn't know. If you did, you might leave him. He wouldn't know how to survive without you. Without being able to touch you just like this.

"Do you like them?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you.

"The jeans?" Ohh.

His hands slid to your bare back, pulling you closer till your chest was pressed against his. He wanted to feel you, but he couldn't not through those damn jeans. The desperation had him boiling inside. Feverish, as you mindlessly rolled your hips.

He gritted his teeth, aware of the warmth between your thighs and wishing he could feel the slippery wetness that was no doubt there. Instead he grabbed handfulls of your ass, pushing you up, letting you bounce on his groin. Once, then a little harder. Harder.

"Fuckk" Jungkook screamed in frustration. Nails digging into the cotton panties. He pushed his hips up, desperately trying to get friction for his cock. "Why can't I feel you--I wanna feel you, Y/n"

His cock strained painfully, trapped within the confines of his jeans. So badly he wished it would tear open, so that you could bounce right on his cock. You were so fucking warm, and tight, he knew how you felt. How could he go on now that he knew--he needed you all the time!

"It hurts" He whined, "It hurts so bad" You caressed his shoulders, getting him to calm down. Jungkook exhaled shakily, eyes red with fury.

"Let me try" You shifted your weight, clenching your thighs around his torso. You rolled your hips, deep and intentional, doing your best to spread open so that the tiny bulge in his pants could sneak right in.

"Mmpfh" His face was buried into your neck, hair brushing against your breast. "More, m-more please, need to feel more"

You did as he said. He loved you for that. Loved how eager you were to meet his every need. He would do the same for you, of course. The thought reminding him to reward your effort by popping your breast into his mouth. Lightly biting on the flesh.

"Koo" You blushed, grinding down even harder. Finally Jungkook was able to get some friction. A bare semblance of satisfaction. It only left him craving more.

"Y-yeah, harder please I can feel it" He buried his face into your chest as you rode him. Ass thrusting against his rigid jeans. The tent growing as he bucked his hips.

You began to slow down.

"NO" Instinctively, Jungkook slapped your ass.

You froze.

"Uh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that--d-don't stop PLEASE! fuck don't stop now just keep going like that just a little bit. Please, for me, it's so good, it's so fucking good, don't stop"

He kissed your lips, urging you on. "Feels so good, just wanna fit right into you like this" He thrust up, brushing against your clit. You groaned in response.

"You like it too, don't even lie to me Y/n. You like sitting on me like this" He peppered kisses across your jaw, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you moving against him.

"Just a bit more. Can you o-open wide please? Yeah, yeah," Jungkook sighed as you flattened your pussy right onto his bulge. You moved back and forth, rubbing up against him desperately.

"G-gunna, oh god Y/n, I'm--" Jungkook hissed loudly. Painfully, he came, pressure snapping within him. His cock twitched, still desperate to release. Still hard as a rock.

You looked at him curiously, wondering if he was done.

As if.

"Get off" He pushed you suddenly. You yelped, his movements quick as he stood up, grabbing you by the waist, turning you around and pinning you against the wall.

"Koo--wait"

Jungkook let out a low growl. He was far too frustrated to explain himself. He unhooked his jeans, dragging them out until his cock sprung through his boxers.

Immediately he pressed the tip against your ass, rutting shamelessly as though you were a pillow. His teeth scraping the top of your head, hands gripping your breasts--pinching your nipples, still covered in his saliva.

His cock slid against the fabric. He knew you were wet. Could feel it leaking through. He fucked against you, rabid. Sweat budding at his forehead.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes" Without thinking he reached down to drag the fabric between your legs aside, coating himself with you. You winced but he could care less. He couldn't think straight. Everything was white with pleasure and red with need.

You were close. You skin so sweet as he kissed all over your neck. The pretty arch of your back as he slid his cock through your folds. Unrelenting.

"M'gonna cum" Jungkook mumbled, blinking back tears. His hips speeding up furiously, ignoring the bruising on your ass. He pressed your face against the wall, swallowing your lips as he spilled down your thighs.

You let out a long sigh. Glad for a moment of stillness.

"So are you gonna buy those jeans?"

Jungkook giggled, kissing you fondly.

"Only if you promise to sit on my lap whenever I do"

want more needy!koo smut? read the original or:

scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia | when your tits ache and he helps

drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you | soaked n’ slippery

a/n: this is for my tmw babies, because i keep you waiting for so long. hope you enjoy. thank you for reading <3 please let me know what you think!

[nymphoheretic]

Just the tip

Nymph: I'm fucking weak for them.

Synopsis: You learn just how much is really "just the tip" with the clones.

Warnings: praise, teasing, degradation, implied anal (on Sekido’s part), vaginal penetration, knotting, biting, blood play/kink, somno (on Urogi’s part), teasing, squirting, wing play, cervix fucking, breeding/creampie.

Word count: 2.4k(fucking help!)

Pairing: Aizetsu x fem!reader, Sekido x fem!reader, Karaku x fem!reader, Urogi x fem!reader

Netowork: @enchantedforest-network

Sekido doesn’t believe in “Just the tip” and why should he? You’re his plaything.

You should have tried harder to stop Karaku and Aizestu from having their way with you. You knew that if Sekido got his hands on you, you would be punished for something that you literally could not stop. You belong to them and there was no way you could ever tell any of them “no.” The word had been trained out of you.

The first thing Sekido had done was to bend you over his knee, the thin kimono you wore did nothing to stop the pain of his palm striking you. This was your punishment for being a needy whore. Karaku had told you that they all could feel when they fucked you. Being made up of the same cells of the Upper Moon demon, Hantengu, it was inevitable. 

Feeling his large hands slide the material of your short kimono up over your hips, Sekido welts your bare ass with a series of quick smacks, each one causing the skin to heat up until it felt like it is raw. Your cunt clenched around nothing as your slick began to pool and bubble at your entrance as low moans left your throat.

“You’re such a slut. Aren’t you the once proud Demon slayer who was supposed to kill us. Yet look at you, drooling over my lap like a fucking dog.” The light “Hn” that leaves his throat as he lightly traces his claws over the angry looking marks on your ass before he grabs your wrists and pulls you off of him. “Get on the bed, face away from me on your hands and knees. You want to drool like a bitch in heat, I will breed you like one.”

-0-0-0

You feel hot tears roll down your face from the brutal thrusts that Sekido was giving your already sore cunt. How long has it been since he snatched you from Aizetsu’s room when the gentle clone left to gather food for you. How long has it been since he slots his hips against yours and bullies his fat cock inside your hole?

“Sekido, please? The others can feel you.” You cried out when he slaps his fingers against your sensitive clit before rubbing rough circles on it. “Sekido, it was only supposed to be the ti–” Your words are cut off as he wraps his hand around your throat, his thumb applying just enough pressure to silence you.

“Shut up or I’ll fucking shock you into submission.” He growls, hips never slowing as he grits his fangs to stop himself from burying them into your pulse point. He knew that you had to know just how jealous he was that his counterparts enjoyed your body without him. His hand was never good enough. It wasn't as soft, warm or wet as your pussy. 

You really piss him off. Walking around in that short little kimono Karaku had gotten for you. Your sweet scent invades his senses and makes him rock hard beneath his own robe. Sekido wanted you all for himself, but he knew that he had to share you. But right now, in this moment, you were his fucking toy. His cumslut. His plaything. And he would not let anyone else take you. He didn't care if the others could feel him as he stroked so fucking deep. 

"Let them fucking feel as you soak my cock like the needy slut you are for me." Sekido snarls, the rapid gooey wet pat-pat-pat  of his cock sliding through your swollen cum filled walls fills the air around you two. Placing his hand on your lower back, he forces you to arch deeper for him as he speeds up even more, relishing in the screams of pleasure you let out.

“S’ too much, ‘kido. Pul...” you stammer out, thighs trembling and arms threatening to give out. “Please, m’sorry.” 

Sekido leans over your back, his lips to your ear. “You’re sorry? No, but you fucking will be.” Fangs bite down into your pulse point, skin breaking under the pressure of his jaws as warm blood trickled over his tongue. The low moan of pain you gave only made him lock his jaws more tightly on the spot where your neck and shoulder met. Blood pools in his mouth, the sweet elixir tasting like the finest of alcohol to the demon as he swallows. “Fucking sweet.” 

Drunk off the taste of your blood, Sekido gently tongues the puncture wounds, sealing them shut with his saliva before trailing the tip of his tongue down your shoulder blade to your spine. He licks a wet line down your back, lapping up the droplets of sweat that forms there. A low pleased grunt leaves his throat as a smile curls at his lips. The salty taste of your skin mixes so well with the metallic flavor of your sweet blood. Sekido almost wanted to eat you alive.

And he did.

Pulling out, his cock glistening with your slick juices. He continues to slide his tongue down your spine over the roundness of your ass before grabbing each cheek in his hands. “Just fucking look at you. All wet and messy. Only a nasty slut like you would want a demon like me to fuck you like this.” He slips two of his fingers down your soaked slit, gathering some of it. Sekido's Kanji tattooed tongue slips out as he places the pads of his fingers against it. “Mmmm...”

Sekido’s hands spread your ass and he stares at your twitching holes. “I fucking wish you could see the way your slutty holes are twitching – begging to be filled.” He traces his thumb over the tight puckered hole of your ass. The claws of his other hand digs into your ass cheeks when you flinch, trying to move away from his touch. “Don’t you fucking pull away from me, nasty whore. Your body is mine to play with however I please.”

Pushing his thumb in deeper, slipping past the first layer of tight muscles, he lowers his face to your dripping cunt. “You should feel lucky that I‘m willing to do this for a slut like you.”  His tongue glides through your slick folds, tasting you. The smile that spreads over his lips as he hears your saccharine cries as he fucks you on his long tongue. It was laughable that you, a former slayer, was now reduced to being the whore of the Upper Moon Four. 

Your thighs tremble as you feel him suck on your clit as he pushes his thumb even deeper into your tight hole, making your back arche even further. Broken cries of his name fall from your lips as your arms threaten to give out from underneath you. “‘Kido, please...I ca–”

Sekido pulls away and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, alternating the thrusts of the two in your cunt and his thumb in your ass. “If you finish that sentence, I will show you no fucking mercy.” His smile widens, the absolute lovesick look on his face as he watch as you twitch from his finger fucking. “You gonna cum like the whore you’re trained to be? Or should I keep you right there on that edge?” 

“Hah~ Please, ‘kido. ‘m sorry. Mercy.” You plead even though you knew that the demon would do no such thing. He was jealous even if he would never truly admit it. Rocking your hips back you try to seek out your orgasm, whimpering when he pulls them away just as your walls quiver around his fingers.

“I didn’t say you could cum, yet.” he hovers over your back, the thick tip of his cock brushing over that tight inviting asshole of yours. He wanted to slide home inside it and fuck you until you didn’t remember your own name, until you learn that only his cock could satisfy you the best. Sekido pushes against the rim of your hole. “Should I fuck this hole?” His hands spread your cheeks further as he lines the tip up.

You bite your lip as a whine builds up in your throat, your eyes shining wetly with tears. You hated when he teased you because it was something he rarely ever did. That was more of a Karaku or Urogi thing. “Sekido...please? I need it.” You pant as your brain went fuzzy from want and need, “Please, daddy.”

Sekido pauses as his eyes widen. What did you just call him? He leans over your back, lips to your ear as his hand tangles in your hair. “What was that?” His tongue pets the lobe of your ear, hot breath fanning out over it and making you shiver involuntary. When you repeat yourself in a shaky tone, his lips spread into a feral grin. “Have you called anyone else that? Or...” He fists his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip through your creamy folds. “Am I the first?”

“Just you.” Before you could finish that sentence, Sekido pushes the thick length of his dick back inside your pussy, bottoming out in one rough thrust. “Fuck! Sekido!”

A dark chuckle leaves him as he bites down on your shoulder once more, marking you – claiming you as his. “That’s not my name right now, slayer. I’m your fucking daddy.” The slick sounds of your pussy clinging to his cock as he pulls out, looking down to see it covered in a thin layer of cream. “You should see the way this slutty pussy is creaming on my cock. You’re such a naughty little bitch for your daddy, huh?”

You arch your back further for him, moaning as you desperately rock your hips back against each heavy thrust. “Ahn~” Your moans fill the room mixing with the wet pat-pat-pat of skin meeting skin. You try to look at him over your shoulder, show him the lustful glow in your eyes as you moan out, “More, daddy, need more.” But he was quick to wrap his fingers around the back of your neck and push your face down into the pillows.

“Daddy didn’t give you permission to look at him.” Sekido growls. He’d be damned if he’d let you see the way his thick hair was disheveled, framing his face in waves as his fangs were grit as tiny rivers of drool seeps down his lips. Or see the way his vermillion eyes glow with a lovesick light. He snaps his hips against yours, the thick tip bullying its way against your cervix – battering it with brutal thrusts. “Ha~ You feel so good around daddy’s cock.”

You mewl as the only thing you could do was surrender to the harsh pounding Sekido was giving you. You chant out the name he wanted you to use repeatedly. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. You screamed it until your throat was raw. But then something felt off. Like he was swelling inside you and not in the typical way when he was about to cum. “D-Daddy, are you...?” You could feel the thick breeding knot pressing against your entrance, stretching its way inside.

Sekido pants as he works the large swollen knot past that tight ring of muscles of your tiny hole. “Fuck, you’re such a tight bitch. Even after Karaku and Aizetsu have bred you. Such a pathetic excuse for a human. You’re just a cumslut for me, aren’t you?” His eyes narrow when you didn’t answer him. Crack! A heavy palm strikes at the rounded flesh of your ass. “Answer me. What are you, human?”

“‘m just a cumslut for you, daddy!” You cry out, feeling the thick breeding knot slip inside you to rub against your walls. The stretch burns. Sekido was big. Almost too big for your tiny body. Your arms were shaking, trembling as drool seeps out of the corner of your lips. Feeling your clit twitch with the need to be touched you let out a whine. “Please, need to cum. Need you to touch me?”

Another grin tilts at his lips, the short “Hn" that leaves him as he leans over your back, “You need me? A Demon Slayer needing the touch of a demon to cum? How low can you fucking get, slut?” But even as his harsh words left his mouth, the hand that was pressing your face into the pillow slips between your legs – two rough fingers flicking over your puffy little clit. “Go on, cum for me. Cum for me like the dirty whore you are.”

A gargled cry leaves yoour throat when he finally touches your neglected bundle of nerves. Your body jolts as a small stream of hot liquid drips out of you as your arms give out – all strength in them gone. “Fuck...” You whimper out as the new position allows him to slide even deeper, the swollen flesh of his knot rubbing against your silken walls.

Sekido hand tightens around your waist as he pulls you back even further on his cock, the thic ushroomed tip battering your cervix, almost fucking into your womb. “Hah~ Only an easy bitch like you would squirt like that for a demon. Now, the question is: Do you deserve my cum inside this sluty pussy. You’ve already been filled by Karaku and Aizestu...”

“Please, daddy!” You shout, tears of pleasure soaking the pillow along with strings of your saliva. “I want you to cum inside. I need it, please?”

Your words went straight to his dick as his knot swells even further, creating a plug as his heavy balls draw up as they release his cum deep into your womb. Sekido thrusts into you once more until his tie prevents him from moving. “Look at you, crying and begging for daddy to knot and breed you like the bitch in heat you are.” He gathers you in his arms and lays on his side. “You’re so pathetic, human. But you’re my pathetic human.”

You let out a sigh when Sekido began licking at the sweat that forms on your skin as his hands move to cup your breasts. You knew that this was his form of aftercare. “Mmmm, Sekido...”

“Sleep, slayer.” He grumbles out, his voice devoid of any malice or rage. “You’ll need it.”  Sekido would make sure that he would be the last thing on your mind when you fall asleep and the first when you wake up. And what Sekido wants, Sekido gets. He may share you with his counterparts, but he wants to keep you to himself when it is his time alone with you. He had to make sure that it was his cum that was the thickest, the warmest, the first and last thing that fills you up every single day.

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Subjugation: Grim As The Night

Nick Burkhardt knocks on my door with this look on contempt on his face as he stares me down, I can see the hand cuffs hanging on his belt along with his gun in the holster in such away I can see it so clearly he tries to hide it. His is very nervousness is very apparent on his face as I stare him down he looks to the opposite side, digging his feet even further to the ground with excitement as he turns to look at me and he walks up his staircase to greet me. He sighs a bit blowing out air as hard as he can ushering all of his energy holding on to the rail as he climbs the staircase doing his best to intimidate or so he thinks holding on to his stupid little note pad and starts taking in everything surrounding him. His hands lay on the wall trying to block me from escaping him as I lick my lips up taking him in like a fine wine and all I want to do is enslave himfor life and I know he could tell he is the man who needs me most and more then anything else.

“I am Detective Burkhardt”

“How may I help you?”

“May I come in?”

“Please do “

“Where are the two men staying with you ?”

“What two men do you mean?”

“Listen! You will comply”

“They are my employees “

“Oh really?”

“I can bring you in right now”

“Oh brother! They are in the basement “

“What are you up to?”

“Open the door “

“Why is the light so bright?”

“Enter at your own peril”

“This is not a joke”

“Who says it was?”

“What are you…back up”

“I said back up or I will shoot “

“As if I would listen to you “

“Fine then! Look in to my eyes “

“Wait no!”

“Too late! Shall be the crime”

“You will call me Master eventually “

“Once you are ready “

“Never ever again”

“Poor you! Boohoo”

“You fuck face”

“Don’t move”

“Don’t think”

“Just obey”

“That’s better detective

“I bet it feels wonderful”

“You love everything about this”

“I am your God”

“Sir Yes Sir”

I smirk a bit stepping in the back of him as he lifts of his feet in the air bending back a bit and with a major thrust kicking him in the ass as he leans down falling fast as he rolls down the staircase and I gloat gleefully for a bit. sighing as he manages to roll on to his back from the floor of a cave in some stranded, random and off shore place using his cellphone flash light and picking up the candle lit up brightly and the whole worlds shines brightly. Grimm is the night as he flashes the light in to the hallway way with a deep horrific feel overcoming him as the sound of echoed arethrone in to the balance as he walks in to itwith such a deep flow of air and he is finallycompelled him to go. “Oh My God! What is this idiot place we are in? Speaking now to you and Answer me already my personal nightmare answer me.” He howls loudly echoing sure his voice rising upward in to the upper chambers of the cave as itshook.

“Ooh Detective! So glad you can come “

“I know what you are a bloody Grimm”

“Are you a Wesson?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I need a Grimm on my side “

“You need a psychiatrist “

“Hardy har har”

“Do I amuse you?”

“Yes! You are my plaything “

“I have a few guest waiting for you “

“What the fuck?”

“Wesson?”

“Plenty of them”

“Guys!”

“Yes Master erase Nick”

“I will take you all out “

“Or what ?”

“I am out of here”

“Oh No! Catch him”

“With pleasure “

“Help!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Someone help me”

“We can here you”

“No they can’t “

“Only us”

“Grab him and bring me “

“Force him to stare in my eyes “

“Nnnnoooooooo….sssstttttooooppppp”

“Don’t worry my darling”

“Your mind will soon adjust “

“Let me go”

“No way hell”

“I love you “

“Fuck you!”

“Oh brother “

“Did you spit on me?”

“I am about to roast you”

“Tie him up “

“Push him in the machine “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“STOP! PLEASE “

“HELP”

“Wait!”

“I’ll obey “

“Zip it! Lock him in”

“Destroy that button “

Twenty four hours later the machine makes a huge sound a ding that resonates through the air hitting him hard and bouncing all the walls and leaving a echo swirling in the air as he came too. The machine pod slid openas he sat upward climbing out looking for the new man of the house a place he use to call home once but now it is where he works and submits to his full ability for the rest of his life and he takes the let’s step off the staircase.He smirks a bit opening his arms up opening them widely as he swooping me up in them giant massive muscles groping me tightly as his hands slip down to my ass as he is groping me up harder and harder the man he sees for the first time.

The end

[luvryeo]

promise to be good (i know you can't keep it)

pairing : hot girl of your choosing x fem!afab!reader ➖⟢ genre : smut ➖⟢ cw : unedited, spanking, mommy kink, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby, does whore count as a pet name), sub!reader, bratty!reader, dumbification, degredation, light praise, fingers in mouth (and pussy yay), clit play, major edging ➖⟢ wc : 0.8K ➖⟢ requested : by anon, pls enjoy ! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“you said you’d be a good girl for me, hm? so what’s all this about, baby?” your girlfriend lands another sharp smack to your ass, intent on teaching you a lesson. “touching me like that in front of all of mommy’s friends. now where did you think that would land you?”

in a way, it’s landed you right where you wanted to be; laid across her lap with your ass in the air and her hand alternating between pleasantly painful slaps and soothing rubs against it. of course, you can’t tell her that or she’ll never let you cum. she knows spanking turns you on—your dripping wet pussy is evidence of that—but telling her that this is what you wanted would be far too bratty in her book.

so instead, you apologize and beg for her to please you. “please, mommy, i’m sorry. i couldn’t help it,” you whine out, gripping the bed sheets below you even tighter to keep you from touching her, “i need you so bad.”

“oh, sweetheart, i know you do.” you hate that you love it when her tone turns so condescending. “but you have to behave yourself if i’m gonna give you what you want. you should know that by now.”

“i’m sor–” she cuts you off with a spank, turning your words into a loud moan.

“you’re not really sorry, and we both know that. so why don’t you shut up and let me finish, then maybe you’ll get something more.” before you can even give her a “yes, mommy,” she’s shoved two of her unoccupied fingers into your mouth. you moan at that too, then suck on her fingers like you know she wants you too.

she gives the growing red spot on your ass a sweet rub before slapping it and making you jolt, nearly choking on the fingers in your mouth. then her hand travels lower, dipping down to your pussy to spread your wetness around, on your thighs, your red ass, even your clit for a breif moment. but you can’t even beg her for more like you normally would.

“i know you just love to be mommy’s plaything, don’t you?” she runs her free hand up and down your body, grabbing at your tits, then squeezing the less abused flesh of your ass. you try to nod to gain her approval. you’re not expecting it when she shoves a finger into your begging cunt, and your cry is muffled by her fingers. there’s sweet relief for just a moment, then the need for more, and then aching emptiness when she immediately pulls out of you in favor of landing a new smack to the top of your thigh. you whine desperately against her fingers.

she repeats the agonizing cycle over and over again; a slap to your ass or thighs, her soothing touch to your body to lessen the pain and relax you, then a sudden finger or two in your pussy or on your clit, but only for a fleeting moment. 

at some point, she takes her fingers out of your mouth with a string of drool attached to them so she can hear your practically incoherent begging and desperate moans.

“please! please, i’ve been good! i’ve been good mommy,” you babble the moment her fingers ghost your aching clit. then the slap comes.

“but have you been good enough, baby?” she croons, before setting about her tantalizing efforts of touching every part of your body she can.

“please, please, please,” you beg, knowing that next, she should be giving you a moment of relief from the pressure that she’s building and building and building. you’re just incredibly desperate for it to be more than just a moment. “i need it so bad, i promise i’ll be good! i’ll be good for mommy forever, i swear. i’ll never break the rules again, mommy, please!”

“oh, sweetheart, don’t make a promise you can’t keep.” she doesn’t let you have even a moment of pleasure before there’s anoth smack to your thighs. the only thing you can do is let out a pitiful cry. the sniffle you let out afterwards lets her know that you’ve finally started to cry. “look at you, crying for mommy to put her fingers in your pussy. i thought you’d start crying far before now,” she rubs your ass so softly, and some of the sting starts to wear off, “maybe you have been a good girl for me, huh? held back from crying for so long just to bear mommy’s punishment? if you just hold on a little bit longer for me, i’ll let you cum, how does that sound, baby?”

“oh, please! god, yes please! i swear i’ll be good for you, please let me cum for you, please!”

“in the end, you’re always just my good girl, aren’t you? anything for me to let you cum, baby, because you’re just my sweet, sweet little whore.”

[shuusagi]

Leading Brahm through his first "dom-scene"

Hi again~ I feel like bullet points are much easier for me. I've been thinking abt how the reader would introduce domination to Brahms. This is what came to mind

This was like every other evening, but this time you wanted to try something new.

You didn't know what sparked this desire to submit, but it grew stronger and stronger the longer you denied it

Brahms isn't a natural dom, for his size he is quite submissive. You love that side of him, but you're so curious to see what it would feel like to have the roles reversed

You laid in bed next to the tall and brooding man, and slowly he gathered the courage to start rubbing himself against you

You reach back and squeeze his thigh, urging him on. Soon he was completely hard against you and he would let out small breathy moans

"Ah, Brahmsy- can we try something new tonight?"

He stops and looks at you quizzically through his mask, with a small head tilt to the side

"I... i know this isn't our usual thing, but could you try taking charge tonight?" You felt slightly dumb for asking, but damn did you want it so bad

He fidgets a bit, you could tell the cogs were turning in that submissive mind of his. "Help?" He asks in a child like voice

So you do as you usually do, tell him what needs to be done

"Flip me on my tummy." He grabs at your sides and slowly turns you over, sensing the hesitation you squeeze his wrist for good luck

"Ok- now Brahmsy, grind against me... please... please Brahms.."

He paused, looked down at you and let his eyes wander to the swell of your ass. Something about you begging made his stomach do flips and had his cheeks flushed a bright red

Carefully he puts his bodyweight against the back of you, you could feel his cock pressed up against your sex between your legs. You let out a small gasp and it didn't go unnoticed, you feel him pulse against you

Tentatively, his hips roll against you once more. Slowly he picked up speed at the sound of your moans and adds more of his body weight onto you. He was quiet, perhaps he was concentrating. Behind his mask you missed the look of him biting his lip, holding his moans in

You lift your ass and grind against him, that elicits a small groan from him. You could tell he was trying to keep his child-like voice up but it faltered, and you were left with the idea of hearing him over and over again.

During sex he moans, but they're usually breathless and more whimpers. They taper off into his normal voice towards the end, but the idea of him letting out a loud and authentic groan from his chest spurred you on

He grits his teeth, trying to keep his groans light and steady. "Brahms, pin me down.. please"

He pauses once more, then grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You were caught off guard with his assertiveness

"This?" He asks in a child like voice once again. All you could manage was a nod

His grip on your wrists was tight, making your back arch even more. His giant hands made you feel small- for once you were left in a puddle of arousal and couldn't stop it from building up

You begin getting impatient with him humping you and begin to beg him to fuck you. Hard. You tell him to lose control

He let's go of your wrists and sits up, you were sure you crossed a line of some sort. You go to apologize only for him to whisper "turn." So you turn back on your stomach. He's frantically pulling your sweat pants off

With his deep voice he tells you "don't turn around.." and hear the sound of his mask hit the floor

You were stunned, he never has taken his mask off yet and here he was gaining some sort of confidence because at this point he knew the tables had turned. You became his little doll, his plaything

He inserts a large finger into you, and you practically purr at the feeling. He pumps in and out of you several times, then he left you empty once more. But that didn't last long

Before you knew it, he was slowly inserting himself into you. You squirm on his dick, adjusting yourself to his size

He stops you in your tracks with a large hand pushing you down on your back

You feel him slowly gain to a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you. His hand on your back heats up and you're left with this fuzzy pressure as he takes you for himself

At this point he's groaning, lost in the feeling and no longer needing to use his child like voice as a crutch. He lifts his hand off of you and grips your hips, you know damn well it's gonna leave a bruise In the morning

His pace is almost punishing as he pulls you back against his cock, nothing but the collective groans and the sound of skin slapping in the room

He leans down, pushing his bodyweight on you once more, You feel the air leave your chest. "B-brahms.. plea- ah!" He had just bit down on your shoulder

His pace continues to quicken and he's growling and you can feel it reverberate against his chest.

You feel his hips stutter and you know what's coming next. With one last final push he spills his seed inside you

He grabs your hair, as you lay there used and exhausted and turning your head to the side as he straddles you. He covers your eyes before you can catch a glance

"Up." His voice is a raspy mix of light and deep tones. So you sit up as you are told, and he captures your lips to his. The kiss is harsh, wanting and overeager. Slowly you gather a rhythm with him trying to teach him how you want to be kissed

You feel all the tension within him loosen, and things go back to their usual dynamic. You were prepared for a dom drop, so you break away from the kiss with closed eyes to retrieve his mask. Feeling around you finally snag it

"Y/N?" His child like voice is back. "Here, darling." You hand him his mask. Once you give him enough time you open up your eyes and he leans his head against your stomach. You don't say a word, just rake your fingers through his hair

A light sob leaves his lips, and soon you're lifting his chin to cover his mask in kisses "you did so good baby.. such a good boy" you fill him with praises as you slowly lay him down

You're laying face to face, watching his eyes as his slowly close. The comfort of you rubbing his side lulls him to sleep

[whatdudtheysay]

Businessman Toji x f!reader ୨ part 2 ୧

Part two of the last blog postt

Hope you like this 👀

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CW - rough sex, spanking, name calling, jealous sex, makeup sex, non spoken consent, Toji is low-key hypocritical but he redeems himself, slight fluff at the end ♡

A/n - took me 3/4 hours so enjoyy. If anyone requests it I'll do a part 3 (Not proofread or grammar checked cus I was lazy 💀)

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Your complicated work relationship with Toji was frustrating.

To the public, you were just his assistant, there to help him with whatever problem he had but once the doors were closed, you were his plaything.

Toji would shower you with kisses and the best sex you've ever had and call you his and only his. He even wanted to go public with your 'situationship' at some point but you refused. You knew this could cause rumours and you didn't want to effect his reputation in any way. Especially since he was doing amazing for himself.

The only problem you faced with this whole façade was that there was no label on it. You didn't mind at first but it began to get on your nerves.

Especially when one of his ex flings came running back to him during your work hours.

You were in toji's office when it happened, the door suddenly opening with one of toji's bodyguards holding a guilty expression, in front of the big man was a girl dressed in a tight purple dress. Brown highlights contrasting her blonde hair. She gave me a slight glance before walking towards Toji, slamming her hands onto the table.

"Toji! Why didn't you invite me to the gala tonight!"

That was where you were both heading to next. A charity gala that toji's business partner - Gojo - was hosting. Despite your complaining, toji made it clear that he was taking you as his plus one.

"Busy." Toji replied, typing away on his computer. He clicked his fingers and the bodyguard came over to the young woman.

"Miss pearl, you need to leave now." He instructed.

The lady glared at him and looked like she was going to throw a tantrum. Instead of doing so, she stomped out.

Once the bodyguard left, you wanted to ask Toji about it but decided not to. Since he was 'busy.'

After your work hours, Toji took you back home, telling you he'd be back to pick you up for the event.

You took the time to shower and pamper yourself, taking care with your makeup and putting on perfume, before looking between the three gala dresses toji had bought for you, choosing the rose gold mermaid dress that had a slit at the side, reaching your mid thigh, a fluffy shawl that came with it. You used the jewellery gift set Toji had also given you, rings, a necklace and dangly earrings, as well as bangles . You wrapped the shawl around you and slipped into the heels. You took a look at yourself in the mirror. Sometimes you felt like you were toji's sugar baby rather than whatever sex relationship you had.

You thought back to the girl that had come by and just as you did, your phone buzzed, toji's caller ID flashing on your phone.

"Yea?" You asked, grabbing your purse as you answered.

"I'm outside. Get your ass down here."

You rolled your eyes before hanging up, sliding your phone, keys and purse into your purse before turning your bedroom lights off, going through your house and making sure everything was okay before finally leaving your apartment, easily spotting toji's sports car in the front. You slid in, making sure you had everything before you set off.

You were a few minutes into the ride, glancing over at toji every few minutes.

How could you not stare though? He was wearing a jet black suit, the few buttons at the top of his white shirt undone to give off a somewhat messy and undeniably sexy look, the silver chain laid on his chest teasing even further. His rings that hugged his thick fingers as well as the watch on his wrist.

"You good?" Toji asked, his grip on the wheel tightening.

You made a small 'mhm' sound.

"Who was that girl that came in today?" You asked as nonchalantly as possible.

"Just an ex fling."

Your brow furrowed, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

"When was the last time?" You asked, fingers playing with the gold rings on your fingers.

Toji hummed in confusion.

"The last time you slept together."

He tensed up slightly once he reached a red light before sighing.

"Last week."

Ouch. You don't know why but knowing he was still sleeping with other women whilst sleeping with you was like a punch of reality that knocked the air out of your lungs.

"I see." You trailed off.

You had no right to be jealous. You weren't dating. Just fooling around with no strings attached. That's all.

But why did you feel upset?

Sure you liked him and toji knew that all too well but neither of you decided to talk about what you thought the relationship was. Instead, deciding to just live in the moment.

The rest of the ride was silent, with Toji focused on the road whilst you were on your phone from time to time or just looking outside at the scenery passing by.

Five minutes passed and you both arrived at one of Gojo's charity buildings. You both got out and walked up the red carpet, Toji leading you along with him as news reporters and journalists took photos and begged Toji to look their way.

You, however, didn't really need to worry about the press. Another perk of having this whole thing be a secret. A butler and maid lead you both into the building, the sounds of light music playing from the grand hall. You both entered, greeted by many guests and people who worked with Gojo.

You were amazed at everything. You had only ever been to business dinners with Toji in the past but this was even better.

"Ah, Toji! Glad you could make it!" Gojo smiled, walking up to you both, a girl wrapped tightly around his arm.

"Melissa, this is Mr fushiguro and his personal assistant, y/n."

You smiled at the lady and she returned hers, even wider.

"I'm Melissa, Gojo's girlfriend."

You admired the woman. She was dressed in a tight long mauve dress that had a deep v cut and thin straps, her long hair curled and flowing down her back. She was undeniably gorgeous and you couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of her beauty.

"How bout you two go talk whilst Toji and I talk business?"

Melissa nodded, detaching herself from Gojo and instead grabbing you, leading you away and through crowds of people.

Gojo hummed and signalled for a server to come over. He took two glasses of champagne and handed one to Toji.

"So. How is it with you and y/n?"

Toji rolled his eyes.

"That's what you mean by business?"

Gojo shrugged.

"I'm a man of culture, what can I say? Now what's up. You getting lucky tonight?"

Toji shrugged.

"Probably not." He murmured, taking a large sip of the bubbly liquid.

"And why's that? You fuck up?"

Toji nodded.

"Lizzy came by the office."

"Shitt, that girl who you picked up at Geto's birthday?"

Toji nodded.

"She asked for the last time I slept with her and I told her the truth..Even though she didn't say anything I can tell she's upset about it." Toji hummed, sipping the rest of his drink while looking for where you and Melissa had walked off to.

Gojo shrugged.

"Well, guess you'll just be stuck with ya hand tonight, hm?"

Toji rolled his eyes whilst his friend patted his back.

"Am I late to the party?" Gojo and Toji turned to see Geto, dressed in a light grey suit.

"Not at all. We were just talking about how toji's not gonna get lucky tonight -" Gojo blabbered, downing the rest of his drink, a server coming to his side almost immediately to take the empty glass from both him and toji.

"Ahh, I see." Geto hummed. "That's her right?" Geto nodded to the side, toji followed his gaze to see you at the side with Melissa and some other girls, all of you having what looked like a good conversation.

"Yeah." Toji trailed off. Admiring how amazing you looked. Your hair, your smile, your makeup, the gold jewels complimenting your skin tone, your hips and curves and the hip dips he loved too much. You were so perfect yet. Too perfect.

"She's pretty." Geto commented, breaking Toji from his trance. "Sexy too."

Toji's brow furrowed.

"You two aren't dating?" Geto asked, looking back at Toji.

Toji glanced at both the men in front of him before shaking his head.

"We just fuck around sometimes. That's all." Toji revealed. "Why you askin'?"

Geto shrugged.

"You might not be getting lucky but maybe I will."

Toji grit his teeth, trying to maintain a plain face. Geto getting his hands on you? Not a chance. He looked over at you, still engaging in a conversation with Melissa and the others.

"You think it's that easy? She's too good for you." Toji scoffed.

Geto shrugged.

"You got some of that," Geto hummed. "Why won't I be able to?"

Because she's mine.

That's what Toji wanted to say. But it wasn't true. You weren't his. You didn't owe him anything. You were just a fuck buddy and so was he to you. You could sleep with any man you wanted to, just like he did with other women too.

"Do what you want." Toji dismissed.

Geto's eyes practically lit up. He didn't need toji's permission to get with you but hearing it was always something he couldn't get enough of.

Without wasting anymore time, Geto walked over to you. Toji watched with Gojo who had a teasing look on his face.

"You sure you want him to hit on her?" Gojo asked. "Geto is quite the flirt."

Toji shrugged.

"She's not my girlfriend and I'm not her boyfriend. Why should I care who she sleeps with?"

Even though Toji said this, he couldn't ignore the feeling of jealousy clawing at his leg.

You on the other hand, were having a fabulous time. You were worried about all the girls here being bitchy and stuck up but instead Melissa introduced you to the nicest girls you had ever met, they all shared similar interests to you which you could all talk for hours on.

Your conversation however was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Excuse me ladies,"

You all looked over and saw Geto standing in front of you all. His eyes locked on yours.

"Can I borrow y/n for a moment?"

The girls all looked at you with teasing looks, pushing you towards him. You awkwardly walked away from the group.

"Does Toji need anything?" You asked thoughtfully. You knew Geto only from business areas and you couldn't lie, he was an attractive man and him in a suit was even better.

"No. I wanted to see how you were doing."

He glanced behind him and before you could look to see what he was looking at, he turned back around, leaning down to where your ear was.

"I can show you some places around here if you want."

Your cheeks became warmer as his breath tickled the hairs on your ear.

"Come on, it'll be fun."

And just like that, he lead you out of the grand hall.

Toji was frustrated. Frustrated at the way Geto glanced at him, a smirk on his face. Frustrated at the way he whispered against your ear. Frustrated at how easy it was for him to lead you somewhere else.

Toji bit the inside of his cheek, signalling a server to come over with more drinks, causing Gojo to laugh.

"What'd you expect from the one and only Geto?" He chuckled. "Don't worry too much though."

Toji didn't listen to anything Gojo was saying however, instead, downing another drink.

"Calm down, aren't you driving home?"

Toji sighed, ruffling his hair. He looked around and saw you were nowhere to be seen.

"Gonna go to the bathroom." Toji murmured, leaving Gojo without another thought.

He was thinking about you as he exited, he looked outside the big windows and saw paparazzi were still outside. He didn't want to storm out as it would cause confusion but did you really go home with Geto so easily?

In short.

No.

You were with Geto, yes. But you never left the party. Instead you were on a balcony on the fourth floor, leaning on the railing and staring at the river that was on the other side of the brick wall surrounding the building.

"Wow, it's really pretty." You smiled, hugging the shawl around your chest as the wind blew.

"It is.." Geto hummed, scanning your form with more ease since you were closer. Toji was a lucky bastard. Geto had only been with you for about 20 minutes tonight but he already knew he wasn't going to sleep with you.

He knew damn well that you had a thing for Toji and that toji did too, he was just too much of a pussy to accept actual feelings for someone instead of just lust.

Even though Toji and him did butt heads from time to time, he would never betray a friend, especially toji.

"So.... you're into Toji?"

His question caught you off guard and you found yourself stunned, trying to find an answer.

"Well..... I'm not sure." You eventually revealed. "I'm confused."

Geto raised a brow.

"Why's that?" He asked, moving closer and resting on the railing beside you.

"You won't tell him?" You asked, cheeks heating up.

"I pinky promise." Geto smiled, raising his finger. You interlocked yours and for some reason you felt the tension raise.

"Well, I'm confused because I don't know if I should let myself have these feelings. For starters, we basically crossed boundaries with this whole secrecy thing and I've liked him for a while now...." You confessed, playing with your necklace.

"I want to have....some kind of relationship with him and I don't mind if it's not public but...I feel like Toji has lots of boundaries and prefers to have...options."

Geto knew all too well. He was partially the same.

"So that's why I just don't complain about it...I like being around him anyways so this is enough for -"

Geto suddenly cornered you against the railing.

"Shhh."

You heard footsteps coming and looked up at Geto, your face flushed.

"Trust me?"

You gulped before nodding slightly.

Just as a shadow came from the open doorway, Geto leaned down, giving you a soft but passionate kiss. You were surprised at the suddenness, reluctantly kissing him back once his hands rubbed against your hips.

"What the actual fuck."

You both broke the kiss and saw Toji staring at you both, his deep green eyes piercing through the two of you.

"Toji-"

"What's wrong? Did they start the auctioning already?" Geto interrupted.

Toji narrowed his eyes at him and instead walked to you, grabbing you by your arm roughly.

"We're leaving."

Toji dragged you from Geto, causing you to stumble slightly. You glanced at Geto to see him calmly resting against the railing, waving at you lightly.

You barely had time to think about it before Toji dragged you down the stairs.

"Wait- Toji- The press. They'll see us!"

"It's fine. There's a back entrance."

Toji dragged you through the back, strategically taking you through a route back to his car. He opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming it shut, making you flinch.

Toji got into the driver's seat, immediately starting the car, pulling out of the parking space a bit too fast and recklessly than you liked.

Toji pressed his foot against the gas, your nerves going off as he passed a red light, other cars' horns going off as he did so.

"Toji!" You yelled.

This time he slowed down, taking time to glance at you before focusing on the road. You noticed the route. It was the one back to his place.

You felt yourself grow more nervous. It was just a kiss. Why was he so riled up. You should be the most jealous one. Who knows how many people he had slept with?

It didn't take long for you to reach his mansion. He drove up the hill, stopping in front of the door, turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

Your throat suddenly felt dry once Toji came to your side, opening your door and grabbing your arm.

"Hey! I can walk by myself." You complained, trying to wriggle free from his grasp.

The front door opened and one of his butlers greeted him. Toji didn't return the greeting, instead you did for him, not wanting to be rude.

He led you upstairs and into his master bedroom, ignoring your complaints and whines.

Once you were both inside, he shut the door behind him, the only light being the ones that were left on that were atop of his bedside tables.

He slid his watch off, placing it on his coffee table, a hand moving into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

Toji knew how much you despised smoking. You had practically lectured him the first time he did it in front of you, but he was too annoyed to care and you were too nervous to try.

"Toji." You broke the silence. Watching as he lit it, placing the pack and lighter on the table before collapsing on his couch, taking low draws. "Why are you so hypocritical?"

He glanced at you. You had your arms crossed, eyes glaring at him while your face was blank.

"S'cuse me?" He asked, getting up and taking a few more puffs.

"You can sleep with the entire female population if you had the chance but I can't kiss one guy without being treated like shit?" You scoffed, shrugging your shawl off your shoulders.

Toji watched you, his brows knitted together. He took another draw from his cigarette. It hadn't reached the stub yet but Toji couldn't care less, walking past you to his shelves, pushing the cigarette against an ashtray.

"Didn't say you couldn't kiss the bastard."

"But you decided to drag me back to your place?"

You turned to face him and he looked back at you, dropping the cigarette in the glass plate before walking over to you.

"Geto is a man whore. You'd be better off with any other man."

You raised a brow. "But you think you're a better candidate? Give me a break, Toji. Just admit it. You're jealous."

"Jealous?" Toji scoffed. "I don't give a shit who you decide to fuck."

You rolled your eyes.

"Fine. I'm going back to the event." You stated, walking past him. "Pretty sure he'd be able to fuck me better too-"

Before you could open the door, Toji pushed you against the hard wood, not wasting any time before ripping the material of the dress, making you look back at him.

"Hey!"

You didn't buy the dress, obviously. But the dress was almost over 500,000. Hearing him rip it as if it was nothing made you slightly annoyed.

"I'll buy you another dress." Toji dismissed, tugging the straps of the dress down to free your breasts, playing with your hard buds.

"You're impossible-" you breathed, leaning against him more as his hands groped your chest. You were trying to stay mad but the pleasure he was giving you just from touching your breasts was amazing.

"Thought you said Geto would be able to fuck you better? How can you say that when you're getting turned on just from having your tits squeezed?" Toji taunted, moving to bite your neck, his hands moving from your chest to rip off the rest of your dress, revealing the thong you had chosen to wear.

"Hah, you were really planning to sleep with that fucker, hm?" Toji's finger hooked onto the thin skimpy material, pulling it up against your pussy.

In reality, you had really worn it for him, hoping that he'd have you crying over his dick tonight. You were partially getting what you wanted tonight.

Toji's hand suddenly landed on your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

"You think he can handle you?" Toji asked, delivering another heavy slap against your ass, making tears swell in your eyes.

You held back a sob from the heaviness of the blows delivered. "Of course...I would've found out if you hadn't appeared so quickly-"

Toji dragged you away from the door, pushing you onto the bed instead, immediately pulling off his suit and shirt, tugging down his pants afterwards to show his hard cock, precum leaking from his tip.

"Since you wanna fuck someone so bad, I'll give you what you want." Toji laughed, sliding a hair through his jet black hair before spreading your legs wider.

"Waitwait-" you stammered, you aren't gonna prep me?"

You looked down at toji's dick, watching his hand slowly pump his length. You knew it was going to hurt. Even with three or four orgasms worth of prepping, it was still hard to take toji whole. You didn't wanna think about no prep

"No. Should've done that with Geto." Toji shrugged.

You felt scared once he lined himself up with you. Luckily, his fingers trailed up to your lips, pushing past them. You lathered them in saliva watching as he hummed in delight, taking them out after and spreading your spit on his dick.

"You know that dick hungry whores don't deserve good girl treatment." Toji smirked, pushing himself into you.

You almost screamed as he bottomed out, your walls squeezing him tightly.

You tried to push away from his hips, his fast thrusts making your mind go blank as the pain mixed with the pleasure sweetly.

"Fuck- I can't -" you breathlessly moaned, toes curling against the cool sheets.

"You're gonna fucking take it, y/n" he growled against your ear, picking up his pace.

You whimpered, your mind clouding in nothing but pleasure and the feeling of his dick moving in and out of you.

You were still mad obviously but right now your thoughts were pushed aside, the only thing you wanted to do was have your oh so sweet release.

Toji watched your eyes cloud with tears as he continued fucking into you. He wasn't worried at all. After all, you both had a safe word in place so if anything went wrong he knew when to stop.

His thumb moved between your legs, pushing against your clit and rubbing harshly. He noticed your moans become more high pitched, your legs closing around his hips whilst grinding against him, your eyes rolling back as your back arched.

"Fuck- Gonna cum-" you whined.

Toji smirked. Despite the circumstances he knew you were his and he wanted to be yours. Sure he did sleep with other women but none were the same as you. You were the only one he could be vulnerable with. The only one he cuddled and kissed gently after sex. Obviously he did aftercare with his flings and hookups but he felt somewhat empty. They were all just a distraction for him to run from his feelings.

Your nails digging against his hands brought him from his thoughts.

"Tojiii m' gonna-"

Toji pushed your thighs up to your chest, hitting your sweet spot and your orgasm was just there but sadly, out of reach.

"Fuck- Y/n! I-"

You don't know what you were expecting but you didn't expect this.

"Y/n! I- fuckk I love you. Love you so muchh-"

That was all you needed, your orgasm crashed over you and you were surprised when you felt Toji fill you up with his cum, making you let out a choked moan.

Toji continued fucking you through both your orgasms, the overstimulation making both of you whimper and moan. Your legs wrapped around him tighter.

"Toji-" you gasped, you felt another orgasm oncoming.

"Really- really do y/n- I love ya-" Toji moaned, whimpering slightly as he overcame the overstimulation from just cumming.

Your hands clawed at his back hungrily. You couldn't even form words at that moment. Tears rolling as your orgasm rushed over you again, biting into his shoulder. Toji grunted as your walls squeezed him, trying to milk his dick again.

Toji gave you a few more pounds before he finally spilled into you again, your eyes rolling at the amazing feeling of being filled up again.

Toji sighed against you, both of you hugging each other whilst you shuddered at the feeling of toji's cum overflowing your pussy, dripping down your ass.

"Toji.." you whispered, hand lightly patting his shoulder. As much as the feeling of him being on top of you comforted you and him, you could barely breathe.

"Toji- I can't breathe."

Toji reluctantly moved off of you and for the first time, you saw he was flustered, his cheeks were a deep shade of pink and he couldn't even look you in the eyes.

"Toji. Look at me." You whispered again.

He finally did and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, lightly tilting your head.

His blush deepened.

"course I did. You think I did it for the fun of it?"

You were about to reply, instead, sighing when Toji pulled out of you, his hand moving your thigh to watch as more of his cum spilled out of your entrance.

"Toji..." You murmured, watching his eyes meet yours again.

He shook his head slightly.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Toji helped you both into his bathtub, both of you helping each other in cleaning up, moving back into the bedroom to see that the sheets had been changed. You blushed when you realized his house helps had probably heard you two fucking like rabbits.

Toji helped lather your body in lotion, being gentle on the bruises around your thighs and hips.

Finally, he dressed you in one of his favourite black shirts, opting for just some sweats to sleep in. You both laid in his bed and you felt awkward just watching Toji click through different channels on his flat screen, whilst you rested on his chest.

"Toji..we need to sort this out." You stated, catching his attention.

"Sort what?"

"Us....I don't want to continue a relationship like this if we aren't honest or talk to each other. And I don't like the idea of being another person you can just use to get your dick wet-"

Toji cut you off with a kiss, it was soft and slow. Toji moved away from you and sighed.

"I'm sorry princess, I've been ignoring your feelings as well " Toji sighed, softly patting your head. "I meant what I said and if you're willing to.."

He was basically saying the magic words.

"Of course I will!" You hurriedly accepted, kissing him gently.

Toji smiled against the kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

You moved from his lips. "But I don't want us to go public....yet."

Toji frowned slightly but knew there was no debating it.

"Fine... I'll wait for you."

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Side part

"Alright, pay up!" Gojo hummed.

Geto rolled his eyes.

"Told ya it'd only be 50 minutes before Toji lost control. Poor y/n though. Don't think she'll be working for a week."

Geto sighed, confirming the money transaction on his phone.

"Well, it was expected." Geto hummed. "Wanna go to the bar for a drink?"

"You know me too well."

[golbrocklovely]

i'm gonna make a general post about this, instead of answering all the individual asks i got. especially since they all basically say the same thing, and i don't want to repeat myself over and over again.

this is about colby's love life, so it's not anything too serious. so let's all remember that haha

okay, so… in case you missed it, which i'm assuming some of you probably did: colby and sam went out last night, colby admitted today that he got blacked out. while in that state (most likely), he posted a pic of him and girl on his stories. there's nothing major about the picture. it was literally just him and a girl taking a selfie together. a girl he hasn't been seen with before.

then this afternoon, he removed the pic from his story.

and you might be wondering "why is any of this newsworthy?" your guess is as good as mine, lovely readers. bc to me, who the fuck cares lol

according to my anons tho, this is important. so, let me give my two cents on it.

i think my main issue, or complaint, with how this fandom treats colby's love life is that you all take it a lot more seriously than even he does. some of you treat it like it's life or death or a serious issue that needs to be discussed when in reality, we just don't know enough to really comment on it. if you wanna have fun, say something funny, whatever - that's fine. but a lot of you go from joking about it to full blown calling him or the girl he's possibly with names. and that's just weird.

i've seen plenty of fans slut shame colby. but i find it quite odd when we don't know enough to even really say whether or not he is a slut. first and foremost, there's nothing wrong with sleeping around or being a slut. there's only an issue if you lie to the ppl you're sleeping with (like saying you're committed to them when you're not) and or not using protection. those are really the only issues. and the thing is, colby hasn't been in a serious, committed relationship since 2016 (in his own words). so i find it strange that any fan of his would be pissed that he's not staying committed to one girl. like, that man isn't trying to be in a relationship. he's allowed to fuck around.

and the MAJOR, top TIER actual problem this fandom has is assuming every girl colby is around is his new girlfriend/fling. a lot of fans have this problem with thinking that any girl in colby's orbit is a) someone he plans to fuck, b) someone he is currently fucking, or c) someone he has already fucked. a lot of you guys act like colby can't be friends with a pretty, single girl. and yes, that includes the ones that show their ass on insta or have an onlyfans. and look, you wanna joke about stuff like that, be my guest. but a lot of you haven't been joking. a lot of you shame the shit out of colby for things he didn't do or that you have no proof he is doing. it's really gross to assume he can't have platonic relationships with women.

the amount of times i have read things like "colby is such a slut, sleeping around and having all of these playthings. it's so gross. he needs to keep it in his pants, he's such a manwhore" when YOU DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS OR ISN'T SLEEPING WITH. idk what projection you feel the need to put on him, but he isn't your exes. you don't gotta assume he's fucking everything that moves.

and even if he was…. what's wrong with that? and i don't want to hear "oh but he's the one that wants a connection but then doesn't settle down". he's allowed to be unsure of what he wants. he's allowed to go looking and switch up his mind from time to time. reality is if he was doing something wrong, ie fucking over these girls over and over again, half of LA wouldn't fuck with him. most of his assumed exes still fucking follow him, so clearly he isn't burning bridges or pouring gas and waiting for them to light the match. not to mention, he's not trying to settle down. he's allowed to go out and have fun and get his dick wet if he wants to lol

bffr yall, you're telling me you don't say one thing but do something else that goes against that? take me for example, i would love to be in a relationship rn. but i'm not putting myself out there at all. so OF COURSE i'm still single. we all do shit like this. let's not put ourselves on a high horse just bc it's easier to call him out than it is to admit our own shortcomings :)

i think it's good to remember that not every girl that's around him is someone he's planning to, is currently, or has fucked before in the past. some girls are just his friends. some might turn into more, some might not at all. it's wrong to believe that he can't have just girl friends. it's wrong to assume that all he sees when he looks at a woman is a pair of tits and ass, or that she's some conquest he needs to win. another notch in his belt. not only does it boil the woman down to nothing but a sex doll, but you turn colby into a sex monster, looking for his next nut. it's very weird.

also, i know a lot of you don't like 99% of the women he chills with, for whatever reason. and i need you all to learn and accept that colby is not your sim. you don't get to control his actions. you don't get to say he should be with X girl for y and z reasons. he's allowed to be with clout chasey girls. he's allowed to be with annoying girls. he's allowed to even be with girls that post him too much. it doesn't matter. it's his life, he lurks and knows what happening way more than we do, and it's best we just let him do his thing and ignore the girls that annoy us. don't let curiosity win. just block the girls and move on if they really annoy you that deeply.

and if you're done with colby and his love life, move on then. there's no reason to be hung up on something that should just be mildly amusing to you at best.

stuff like this shouldn't be major drama or important things we direly need to talk about it. this should be silly and fun and lighthearted. it used to be, too. but too many of you have read too many y/n fanfics and think you have a choice in the matter when you really don't. and i mean that as respectfully as i can say it. you don't own colby. colby doesn't owe you an explanation as to why he does what he does. accept it as reality and move on. if he, or his choices, upset you that much - leave. log out for a while. all of this silly, nonsensical shit will still be here when and if you return. and for some of you, i strongly suggest leaving, since this clearly upsets you too much.

[unfinishedjulyrain]

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ALL THE SHIPS EVERYONE YOU CAN THINK OF ONE FOR

send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.・❥・@mournus

Hana: "What dirty thought or fantasy did I not have about him? Well, to be fair, a new one comes along almost every day and I don't mind repeating them in my head over and over again. When things are pretty serious and he discusses matters with his crew, leaning over the wooden table with the big map, I can't help imagining him bending me over exactly that spot, my chest squished on top of it. Oh and if Nachim whispered foreign words in my ear? Even better. But really, anything he does... this smile... I don't know if he would ever be interested in me pole dancing for him. That's my fantasy, watching him as he watches me. I practiced, I know I can do it. With clothes, without clothes. But with the jewelry he gifted me."

Tadashi: Tadashi blushes for a whole minute before he goes on. "I like to think that Haru has a very nice... bottom, any part of Haru, really! Just that my mind drifts to their butt and I can't help the thought how juicy it looks. And is. I'm not very... I might be a bit boring in that sense so I have to rely on Haru a lot to show me the ropes but I love seeing Haru in cute oufits, daring outfits... so my fantasy is to see Haru a little tied up while I caress each part of them, maybe with a toy, maybe with my hands, or something else. I love Haru, I think I'd do anything they ask of me."

Dahlia: "Haru's my little plaything, my one and only. More than often do I think how precious Haru looks, especially stripped off of clothes with just this cute pink collar. So as for a fantasy, I want Haru to taste my blood, to endulge in its sweetness and feel my arousal through it. Haru riding me is a fantasy that lives in my head rent-free and that enough gives me so much energy, I need to let it out somehow."

Manshik: Is he really going to say such things about a friend he has not seen in centuries? "Maybe it's because I haven't seen Jongsu for so long and especially in that form that makes me wonder how he looks underneath, human bodies are different than our true forms, they actually give you so much more room to explore. I will never tell him because I don't want to scare Jongsu off but to dig my fingers into that ass and press him against me? Enough to get me excited."

Otohime: "Kaili is so sweet, I felt welcomed the second I met them," Otohime chirps. "Maybe this is too light for dirty thoughts or fantasies but I just want to be near Kaili, the rest comes with it. If they want to go further, we can. If not, I am very much content just laying there and look at the stars, the sea, talk about anything. Allow me to say though that I'd love to know how their lips taste."

Goeun ( about Mai ): "Mai's stares didn't go unnoticed, they make me feel a little hot and bothered. Why do I imagine sitting on her lap and rolling my hips while waiting in my dressing room?" Goeun holds her burning cheeks. "That's... keeping me awake, to be honest."

Goeun ( about Kaho ): "Can I have such thoughts about Kaho-san? We barely met and yet, I can't help but imagine how my fingertips would feel on his skin... or how our bodies would press against each other, barely clothed. I am a vampire, I am a little more on the passionate side but this is new... my heart is not beating but I still feel these chills all over my body. It's like his voice lured me in."

[meep9898]

"F-Flabsuki?"

"HUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!"

Once those nails dug into her gut, Rika elicited quite the explosive response from the redhead. First the belch came out, followed by a much more audible moan.

"Haahh...Is that really what you want me to be? S-some kind of piggy mascot? Is that something that you would like?"

It seems like the gears clogged up in the delinquent's mind, misinterpreting the gripping and teasing she's receiving as something much more intimate. None of the other guys have been able to do this to her because they knew that there would be a decent chance that they would get their asses connected to Rika's boot if they didn't play their cards right around the newbie. Combine that with the fact that Satsuki is also a glutton for physical affection and attention, this little conversation was bound to happen with the person bold enough to cross the line eventually. That being with the boss herself, even though she was the one person NOT encouraging the dumbass's gains.

"I haven't been able to do...aahh... squat after joining up with the rest of you guys...The only way I've been able to pull my weight around here is by cooking up meals or doing the occasional chore, and I can't even leave a clean hit on you after all that training... So if packing on some flab and being your personal plaything means I'm not totally useless around here, I would be fine with that I guess...~"

And with that, she reaches up with her face and plants a li'l kiss right onto Rika's cheek.

While Satsuki may not have been able to land a punch on Rika once, that little peck on the cheek was more than enough to leave the gangleader completely stunned, almost as if she were about to be T.K.O'd. The ravenette's brain was shortcircuiting, unable to decide if it should go into flight or fight mode, adrenaline tensing her muscles and preparing her devastating fists to punch the redhead's lights out for daring to act so boldly...and yet, she was too shocked to land the hit she had delivered so many times before. What was wrong with this girl?

Immediately letting go of her trainee's wobbly paunch, Rika shoved the girl aside and took a step back to shield herself from such intimate approaches.

"No, ya dumbass! I'm tellin' ya to lose the damn weight! Has the lard gone to yer brain already? I knew ya were a degenerate fangirl, but I didn't think ya could get this bad...Since ya say ya can't do squat, ya're gonna be squatin' that huge butt full of blubber until midnight! Ya got that?! Kiss me again and ya won't live to tell the tale!!!"

If Rika was so sure she was disgusted by Satsuki's fat and her romantic gestures, why was she blushing just as much as the little hogette?

[stonedlilac]

Kidnapping you from the middle of a lonely road at night, putting you into the back of my truck gagging with a rag of chloroform in place, tying you up, driving us both to the middle of a forest where I'll have my cabin set up. But first I drag you out, dump you to the forest floor, I'll kick you or hit you awake removing the gag and ropes. You'd be confused, slowly returning to your senses you begin to cry realizing your predicament.

Soon you'll start to beg.

But I'm here for my nightly fun and regardless you cry or not so I'll lay the rules of the night.

I untie you, and when I take my shot gun out and shoot the ground you're going to run. Ofc I do have a ankle monitor on you so you know I'm just doing this for sport and that I could easily track you down.

And by the end of it all, hours of running and crying and trying to figure out what the actual fuck is happening I'll finally drag you in to my cabin. Getting high on your cries and sobs as you plead and cry for me to stop and let go- as if that ever worked.

I'll first need you to get cleaned up so I'll strip and tear away your clothes leaving you bare, embarrassed and worried. The tub is already filling with water, you can only hope its warm. You find out for yourself when I drag to you the edge of the tub on your knees before I plunge your head into the water. Freezing cold water. It numbs your skin and face- you try to tap me scream and yell but you're only losing up on your oxygen. You're writhing now. The lack of air making you feel like your brain's all shriveled up. I'd see how your movements grow more lethargic, the water is still- a little splashing from the convulsions but nonetheless, weak. That's when I'll pull you up. Placing a slight kiss to the side of your head before I force you to sit into the freezing water without letting you adjust to it.

You want to cry now, I can tell, I can see it in your eyes. You're confused and I just so happen to love it. You don't know what I'd do next so you sit still. I'll shower you clean, the dirt and mud coming right off as I lather the soap to your skin. Me, a total stranger, as if the switch had flipped, my hands are now soft and gentle to you. But not for long.

Before you know it you're chained to the radiator of my basement- a classic spot. You stay there for about an hour or so as I eat my dinner upstairs. And when I'm finally done, I'll get back to you- my new plaything. You beg and plead me more thinking I'd make a difference. That earns you a slap or three from me. Each making you cry harder. I tell you to be a quiet unless you want to join the rest of the bodies in my cellar, as I point to the other room across the basement. They'd be happy to have company anyways. Seeing you feverishly shake your head and quieten down I'll put you up on the small bed I have set up for you.

The next thing you'll be hearing is me grabbing more rope to hold you in place as I shove you on to your stomach and tie your wrists to the creaky headboard, propping your hips up creating a beautiful arch. I have no need for pleasantries or decency so you hear the zipper of my pants coming down, my strap prodding your ass and drooling cunt I only chuckle knowing you probably like this all despite you tears.

Your pussy is dripping down your thighs, and I've barely touched you aside from bruising your pretty face. My strap barely fits into your tight holes and I know it won't fit but that's irrelevant for me to share with you. I slam my hips over and over again, your screams hitting the ceiling as i hold your head down to the pillows effectively muffling them just enough for me to not want to think of drugging you again to shut up. I keep at it, not letting you adjust to my size, the silicone slopping against your swollen cunt as I continue using you as a flesh light for what probably felt like hours.

Soon enough you pass out, spent, drowning in a puddle of your own blood, cum and tears. I've had my fun for the night, as I zip up my pants while I leave you be as I clean myself up letting you sleep in the sore and discomforting position I had you in.

But exhaustion took over the pain in waves. You hope you'll be let out soon or even tomorrow. But deep down you know you'll never see the light of day again.

Happy Halloween 🎃 <3

I was just wandering along, enjoying the night, frolicking like a free soul. Enjoying the breeze and the crinkle of the leaves underfoot.

I tried to struggle, the best my 112 pound body could but I quickly succomb to the chemicals violating my nose. Feeling the sharp sting everytime I breathe in, my brain becoming fuzzy and my vision fading. Sheer panic is the last thing I feel before I'm met with darkness.

A sharp sting brings me back as I feel your boot make harsh contact with my ribs. I struggle and whine against my binds, my eyes widening in fear. I start to wiggle away from you, pushing my bound ankles desperately against the forest floor, my upper body trailing through the dirt. I hear you chuckle as you approach and I start to violently struggle, tears forming in my eyes.

I feel you undo my binds and I'm met with overwhelming confusion. Are you letting me go? Was this all just a sick thrill for you? I gain my senses fully, placing my palms on the forest floor, panting and drooling like a weakened animal.

That's when I see the shotgun. I freeze. Absolute terror overcoming me. You sadistically run the barrel along my cunt, dragging it upwards until it rests on my chin. You explain the rules to me, my breath caught in my lungs from feeling the cold steel press against my throat. Suddenly you shoot the ground. I flinch and let out a yelp, quickly getting to my feet and bolting.

Making my way deeper and deeper into the woods I feel foreign fabric rubbing along my ankle. A tracker? I smile subtly. What a dumb cunt you are. As if I wouldn't disarm it. Too bad you didn't shove it up my pussy while I was passed out, huh? I take a rock and smash it against my ankle, disregarding the pain. The tracker smashes to pieces on the forest floor. I'm laughing now. You'll never fucking find me.

I keep running, unknown of where I'm going. Unknowing that the forest you've chosen has a path that wraps around directly to your cabin. Making sure I'd be caught regardless of the circumstances. I'm panting now, a steady pace taking over my body, it feels like I've been running for hours...

Suddenly I feel your wright plunge into me, I'm knocking harshy to the ground, letting out a feral scream as I fall. Kicking, screaming, clawing and scratching. But it does no use. You drag me off by my hair, my cries of desperation fading into the forest as you throw me inside.

I hear the ripping of cloth as your harsh hands quickly reveal what's underneath them. My knees drag against the floor leaving a small streak of blood as you roughly drag me to the tubs edge. Plunging my face into the water I struggle, hard. Small bubbles and waves making splashing noises. I start to feel fuzzy, full panic setting in. Roughly my head is pulled up by my hair. I don't have much fight left in me, and I pant beneath you, trying to regain my senses. You effortlessly pick me up and toss me into the tub, my body tensing as the rush of cold makes my heart pound out of my chest.

Tears are running slowly down my cheeks as I focus on my breathing, flinching with every movement you make like a broken animal. This makes you smile and chuckle, I look so fucking pathetic. You wash every part of me, working your way down my body with such care and dedication. Suddenly you freeze, grabbing me by my chin to look at you. I whine beneath your touch, tense and scared. You'll regret destroying your little tracking device, pet, you seethe and tighten your grip, making my mouth involuntarily open stupidly.

Pathetically, I beg and plead. Anything. Unbeknownst to the fact that you're actually enjoying my torture. You slap me harsh and I yelp beneath you, rattling the chains as I flinch. Glancing in terror at the closed door that hides dark, dark secrets. It hits me. I need to make you like me, so I don't become like them. Hesitantly, I follow your movements, forcefully making my way to the bed. I'm crying silently now, for I know what's coming.

My chest and chin hit the bed and you push me harshly down. I feel the burn of the rope as you secure my hands in front of me, tying them tightly. I hear your zipper, almost as if it's magnified and echoing. You lazily part my legs with your knee, holding them in place as you edge my pussy and ass. I squeal against you, feeling my wetness spread down my thighs.

I feel your strap plunge into me, letting out a pained scream, giving me no time to adjust as you slam in out and of me. You grab my hair and shove it into the bed, my breath cut short, muffled moans and screams escaping my lips as I feel you violate me. My eyes are glossed over, makeup running down my cheeks as my limp body thrusts forward everytime you slam into me. I'm too weak to fight, too overstimulated and fuzzy. I take every thrust, my hands clenched into fists as I forcefully cum over and over.

I'm so broken, so used. I feel myself start to give up. Your strap still violating me as my last feeling is you hitting my g-spot before I pass out. My wrists are bruised, drool running down my chest and onto the bed.

My last thought as I fade isn't a good one. I'm going to die here, aren't I? Everything goes black.

Happy Halloween, hehe! I absolutely LOVED this, fuck.♡

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So they came back to the apartment again today--before I realized the relationship was irrevocably over, I insisted they get an airbnb to do I don't give a shit what and I sure as fuck don't want to know. How the fuck do I always hook up with these absolute fucking weirdos who only want to fuck girls who act like they're still four years old, or want to behave like and be treated like, actual fucking dogs??? Like, my ex has already spent three years treating me like a fucking dog and I didn't even ask for this fucking bullshit.

I put money on my card like Friday evening so I could get some food. Fuck me amiright? It's fucking Monday and it still hasn't gone through.

Anyway, all I fucking want is to be a fucking equal. Alright?! I do not think that is too much to ask.

The reason I bring up the dog thing is, when the new honeypot came in, she was wearing a fucking collar with a legit fucking tag. Un-fucking-believable.

When my ex brought her in yesterday, the dog was losing his mind, so I was kneeling on the ground with the dog trying to calm him and my ex had the fucking balls to kiss me on the head. I have no fucking idea what the game was, I just stiffened up. I could imagine her giving the new plaything a look like "I told you so".

I kinda want to tell this girl to watch out, maybe even fucking run. I think I mentioned, when I realized I was fucking free of this place and this shit relationship, I quit cleaning up after myself. The "primary leaseholder" doesn't clean this place up; this is no longer my place. I've been cleaning up after her the entire fucking relationship.

So when a turd appeared adhered to the toilet bowl, it was not my fucking problem. I left it. It was still there when she had her first over. It was still there when her guest had to use the bathroom. So she fucking asks about it. In my defense, I said something about wishing I could take a solid dump. Believe me, don't believe me. I frankly don't give a shit.

If it was me, today, I don't think I'd care how amazing the sex was. I'd just ghost anyone who left a shit in their toilet.

Of course my ex is fucking blaming the state of this place on me. Anything to make herself look better. I don't fucking care. I spent three years cleaning up after this user piece of subhuman scum. It will NOT fucking kill her to clean up after one month of me. You know goddamn well, my ex would practically rather die than clean up. Maybe she'll performatively clean up this one time, as the long suffering hero cleaning up after the psycho ex. More likely, she'll have the new dog-slave clean it up or have the dog-slave use her mommy money to get a cleaning service. 🙄 Pathetic. What is it that you do all day that's sooooooooo fucking important, you can't get off your ass and clean? My ex literally sat on her fucking dead ass when we first got the first apartment, parked in front of the computer for weeks on end. The same after she got fired in October, until this weekend. Like, fucking sorry somebody has to keep the fucking lights on. Since you're sooooooooo important, I got it.

I almost wish I could sit down with this.... girl, gal, whatever and speak up for myself. But there's no fucking point. Either she'll find out who this person truly is, or she won't. It is what it is. Usually, I end up giving a piece of my mind to someone who is about as fucked up as the person I'm trying to warn them off. So I'm not even going to waste my time or be like, you can call me if you ever need.

However, I'm probably going to pee myself laughing if this plaything turns out to ghost my ex. I would. Especially after the turd in the toilet; but she's young. She probably thinks it actually is mine and I'm the sicko who left it. Whatever. I already know whoever gets to the podium first controls the narrative, and this narrative is so fucking unimportant for me to control or regain. People who like me and believe me, do. People on my ex's side......... well, either they're as sick as she is, or they're too stupid to bother with. Either way. No fucks remaining.

Speaking of which 🙄 I don't fucking understand transwomen. A handful of them, it's really obvious like, okay, welcome! The vast majority of them though, are you positive it's not just AGP??? I actually understand AGP. That makes fucking sense to me. But......I don't know, and it's not my fucking business, how long this girl has been transitioning, but dude, everybody fucking knows. Are you even trying??

This whole fucking situation bothers me. Why the fuck does my fucking ex keep calling me "dear"?? It was so obvious to me for so fucking long that I am not fucking "dear" to you. I am not fucking cherished, otherwise, and I'm going to fucking keep going on and on and on and on about it, you would have fucking compromised with me. You would have come up at least a couple fucking levels from your shit cave, below the basement of rock fucking bottom.

You don't cherish me. You have never cherished me. You never wanted to fucking compromise. It was always your way or bust. If I was "dear" to you, at all, fucking ever, you would have compromised with me. Compromise to the higher expectation when it comes to keeping a clean house only benefits all involved. I'm not asking for the floor to be HEPA vacuumed. I'm not asking for the dishes to be autoclaves. I'm not asking for the walls to be regularly mopped with a 60% bleach solution. I'm not even asking for the laundry to be done with borax. My standards for cleanliness are relatively, incredibly low: Sink regularly emptied of dishes, counters and stove regularly wiped of food, and for the floor to be swept, mopped, etc, as needed. Garbage taken out as needed, laundry done as needed, showers taken regularly so your hair isn't more dandruff than hair 🤢

Speaking of clean, I couldn't even do my fucking laundry today. Fucking stupid capitalist holiday. I need to get everything folded up neatly so it fits into my duffle. I have to get my blood taken tomorrow after work, so I'm probably going to have to at least cram in doing my laundry and probably flail desperately to get it dried before I pack it away. Then I'll have to do my utmost Wednesday to get it all folded, but Friday evening, without question, I absolutely, absolutely must take apart my computer.

This is the week if I find out if I'm ovulating and I'm so anxious. I'm very confident that things will be fine, but what if they aren't?? There is a chance that I didn't ovulate and I don't ovulate. I don't wanna know the bad news--but what if it's good news?? I definitely can't go saying shit like this where my ex can see it. I have to keep acting like it's a sure thing, that I'm definitely not ovulating. But if I am, the chance of me being pregnant goes up from 50% likely!! And if I piss positive in a few weeks, the chance goes up further!! And if I can keep it into the second trimester, then the chance goes up almost as high as it can which is too fucking exciting!!!

My puzzle should be here tomorrow too! Again, too bad I can't just start right into it. I'll probably get to hold it for like a minute before I run to the clinic. Surely tomorrow, my card will work, right?? Another thing I can't let my ex find out that I figured out. Plus, I can't really afford to be flashing cash that I don't actually have all over town--unlike some people who can con others into giving them whatever they want.

I still feel stung. I feel so fucking disrespected, in so many ways. I still feel the disrespect of being told my very reasonable vision for my life and household was unreasonable. I feel disrespected that I tried over and over to end the relationship and make my ex leave, since I've paid the majority of all three of the leases we've shared. I feel disrespected that it took her saying it was over for the relationship to be over. I was never listened to, the entire relationship. I was never taken seriously when it really mattered to me.

Speaking of altering my appearance, I should also get some tattoos finally. But what.......? My cats' toe pads were one idea. Probably the front feet, and if I had to choose, either their dominant or their left. I think one of them is left-"handed". Favorite flower/s is always a popular one. Maybe some of my favorite animated characters.......