#brown underwear with black spots

[superherobriefings]

Jungo The Man-Beast

Creator(s): Unknown

Alias(es): Phil Grant

1st Issue w/Uniform: Sparkling Comics #13

Year/Month of Publication: 1946/05

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[sturniolosangel]

save a horse ride a?

warnings: best friend dynamic, innocent bambi!reader, experienced!matt, flirting, kissing, thigh riding, corruption in a way, not proof read as always

a/n: first day of kinktober baby! i really hope you guys enjoy the whole month of fics! this is just a small of what big things are coming all puns intended. as always i🤍u

summary: reader is starting to obsessed over the farm life especially cowboys. what happens when matt takes her to the country and dresses the part?

i sat happy in front of matt as he showed me an air bnb he rented for the two of us on the country side. “matt i didn’t think you would actually book the trip” i spoke softly. “of course anything for you but go pack your bags we leave tomorrow morning” he replied back. i sat up almost skipping to my bedroom to pack up my stuff.

once i was done grabbing all of my things it was around 8pm and matt said he had ordered food so i walked downstairs to meet him. “love hurry the foods gonna get cold” he slightly raised his voice. “i’m here calm down” i giggled. i sat with him as i put on a show while matt go the food ready.

as soon as we were done eating i was wiped out an ready for bed. “matt come onn im tired” i grabbed his hand dragging him up the steps.

the next morning..

me and matt are sitting in the car his hand on my thigh as he drove. “we’re here i’ll help you get your stuff just go unlock the door the code is 5555” matt spoke lightly as he got up. “on it” i smiled as i got up to the door.

all of our stuff was now unpacked and matt had planned horse riding for us so i started to get ready. i chose a red and white plaid dress and some brown cowgirl boots. “love! are you almost ready we have to leave soon” matt yelled from down the steps. “yeah i’m about to be done” i yelled back.

i walked down the steps to meet a very hot matt with a red and black plaid button up with a black cowboy hat. i felt a werid feeling in my body as a wet patch started to grow in my underwear. “so how do i look?” matt ask softy. “really good you know i gotta thing for cowboys” i whispered back. matt smirked as he grabbed his keys and waved his hand to follow him outside.

we arrived to farm as i saw all the pretty horses. “i want that one” i said as i pointed to white one. “i want this one” matt replied to the black one ironically standing next to the white one. i giggled as the instructor helped us get each of the horses.

i already knew how to ride a horse but seeing matt struggle was the best part. as the horse picked up the saddle rubbed in the right spot as i gasped out. matt came next to me on his horse “you okay” he asked “yeah just fine” i replied as i blushed.

matt was now infront of me and god did he look good. this unfamiliar feeling rose in my body again and i felt like i had an itch that i couldn’t scratch. when we were done i make sure to get a picture of matt and us with the horses.

as we got back to the air bnb i had to ask matt about what i was feeling was bothering me so bad i felt like i was gonna burst. “matt.. can you please come here” i called out from the bedroom. i could hear footsteps getting closer. “yeah what’s wrong love?” he said coming into the room.

“i feel something very weird and i think i might need help” i spoke softly. “what’s it that you’re feeling” he questioned. “it’s like an urge down there and i have no idea what to do like it almost hurts” i said embarrassed. matt seem to understand and wasn’t confused at all “come here baby” he patted his thigh.

i got up and sat up on his thigh and wrapped my hands around his neck. “can you help me?” i questioned desperately. “i got you, just be patient” he whispered. he grabbed my waist as he slowly rocked my hip back and forth on his jeans. i threw my head back as i felt some relief.

“feels really good matt” he took my face in his palm an connected our lips. i groaned into his mouth as my hips started to move on their own. he disconnected our lips to lift me up to my feet to reach his hands under my dress to slide off my panties.

“sit back down baby” he spoke a little more demanding. i sat back down on his thigh as i felt a new type of feeling. he pushed on my waist to add pressure as i rocked my now bare pussy against him. “fuck..” i moaned out.

matt took his flannel off and threw it on the floor leaving him with a black tank on. his lips started to leave kisses along my neck and his hands started to kneed my boobs through my dress. my hips bucked onto his thigh not knowing how this could feel so good. “matt i need to feel your touch.. please” i whined out.

“like this baby” his thumb started to rub my clit as my eyes rolled back and my back arched. “yes! fuck that feels amazing” i almost screamed out.

i felt the pressure build up in my stomach as i put my head in his neck as my hand slide up to his cowboy head and gripped my fingers around it. “that’s it love keep going you’re doing so good” matt spoke into my ear.

i picked up my paste as i felt the wetness spread onto his pants. “matt i think im gonna!…” before i could finished i was cumming all over matt’s leg as i gripped on his shirt and my legs started to shake. “good girl you feel better now?” matt said rubbing my back.

“so much better matt but i’m so tired” i spoke cuddling my head into his neck. “it’s okay baby we’ll go get a bath” he picked me up and took me to the bathroom as he sat me on the counter and started the bath. he started to take my clothes off and his and he picked me up once again and sitting us in the bathtub.

“if you ever have the feeling when you’re with me tell me you know i’ll always help my baby” he whispered. i rolled my head back onto his chest. “of course who else would i be so comfortable with asking” i said slowly closing my eyes to relax.

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a/n: i’m sorry this took me forever to get out today but trust everything will be posted everyday just takes time. i hope you enjoyed the little insta post at the end as well trying some new things! also some tags aren’t working so bare with me! i🤍u

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[wolverteen]

motel six

cw age gap, smut (overstimulation, unprotected p in v, riding, rough, drunken sex, creampie). pair old man!logan howlett + younger!reader. sum after meeting logan at a bar, he takes you back to a motel and goes harder than you think you can handle. a/n first post for kinktober.. some other works have been postponed for this month, but expect uploads according to my schedule xx

the smell of whiskey stung you as you entered the bar; varied customers drank for a reason, but you felt empty and just really needed a drink. a relationship with your best friend went sour after you discovered she spoke lowly of you behind your back. she was one of the first people you met since moving into town for college, so you didn't think it was even possible she could do something so.. bitchy.

coming to your senses once getting to the front of the bar, you spotted a man not far on a stool. his brows furrowed in a way that suggested frustration and his glasses, thin readers specifically, told you that that frustration came from concentration. you peered down to his hands and saw a cold, wet beer glass that was near empty. next to it was a finished glass of what you guessed to be whiskey.

with his worn tux shifting as he started to get up, you neared him. "leaving a good drink so early?" he raised a sharp brow and looked back at the cheap beer and short, foggy glass.

his brown eyes fixed back on you, "if you can call it good, yeah." you smirk and huff before ordering.

"just two whiskeys, please," your request catches the older man's ear, causing him to turn back and question it.

"you gonna handle two by yourself?" he presumed you were just now able to drink and taking advantage of your legal id. you took both drinks in your hands and didn't hesitate to start sipping on one. "don't have anyone to enjoy them with.."

the slight movement in your eyes tore his confidence down as he towered over you, but the free drink in your hand called him. he wasn't much of an alcoholic, except when he was. when he sat with you, he learned your name, why you bothered the shitty bar, etc. his job as a chauffeur helped him get by; bachelor and bachelorette parties, mostly. he's seen his fair share of craziness; you were on your third round of drinks when logan slowed down, wanting to savor the conversation and the sight of you.

before you knew it, your shoes felt uncomfortable and kicking them off in his motel room was what you needed. he shuffled off his blazer and watched as you undressed, "this what a couple of drinks does to you, hm?"

you shook your head and backed him into the leather comforter in the corner of the room. he huffed and laid back, watching as you strutted towards him in lacy black underwear, topless and exposed. he'd been in this position before, nobody he cared to know, though. you weren't different in his eyes, but he'd treat you like such for your experience. you'd end up leaving in the morning and forgetting the name you moaned over and over again.

"fuck, logan-" you yelped as he pulled you onto his lap and unbuttoned his shirt. his fingers snaked down to slide your lacy fabric over. you helped the thin clothing off of him and grinded down on his rough jeans, feeling the friction warm your pussy before he could really touch you. he was eager to rid his thick thighs of his { now wet } jeans. the air conditioning hummed and cooled the room as he heated you up; logan's cock throbbed against your clit before he slowly slid into you, not moving until your fit of moans hushed.

his thrusts began easy and when he picked up the pace, it was at your request. you rode him, holding onto his shoulders and raking your fingers slowly up to the bottom tufts of his dark hair. it took all of your energy to bounce on him, the back of your thighs smacking the top of his.

you felt his large hand reach for your lower back and he gently ran it over your ass, smacking in his favor. they made you yelp and flinch up to a position where he felt more of you. "oh, god! right there, fuck-" you cried out and sunk your nails into his skin; no need to apologize for the harsh action after hearing his grunt of pleasure. you felt a wave wash over you as you came around him and slowed until he was finished.

logan's movements quickened, blinding you from the fact that he already came inside you. he lifted you and kept your pussy around his dick as he moved to the near bed and laid you down. he didn't stop; his thrusts seemed now like an unexcused punishment.

"logan, please- i already-" you lips eluded a whine, but your arms still held him close, appreciating temporary scars you gave him. "you're fine, baby, c'mon," he groaned, "ya feel that, hm?"

the mutant grunted into your ear, his dog tags hanging and hitting your lips with each movement. "what? my baby need it rougher?" he teased, snapping his hips up aggressively.

you held his veiny arm and pushed against it, feeling your orgasm near. your stomach grew tight as you clenched around him and logan felt it. he hissed again; his stamina didn't quit, though. the feeling of another orgasm chased through your aching body.

"don't stop, pleaseeee," you dragged your words tiredly and felt yourself leak onto the bed, wet noises filling the motel room and logan's grunting lowering into soft moans as he filled you up. the tip of his nose met yours with a heavy huff.

dt @bulllsseye @earth2lua @ohgodimgoungtodie @khoatic-with-no-energy

[hyunsvngs]

priest jeongin in the context of me loving fleabag

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blasphemy kink, priest!jeongin (roleplay), dirty talk, dom jeongin (he's mean), sub reader, fingering, orgasm denial, a lottt of spit, wet 'n messy

“Kneel.”

It reverberates throughout your brain like a pinball on one of those old games. It’s strict, firm, but it still has your heart pumping so quickly as if it’s confused you. You knew he’d say this. You spoke about it beforehand, but god - nothing could have prepared you for the image of Jeongin like this. 

His clerical collar is tight around his neck, the long strands of his brown hair tickling the top of it. He hasn’t got his hands shoved in his pockets or anything that could indicate the process of his falling apart, no - Jeongin stands there, hands by his sides, those big black boots spread just enough to have you staring at his crotch.

You drop to your knees. You make a thud on the wooden floor and Jeongin doesn’t even snicker. His eyes narrow in on you, and you lick your lips with anticipation. What is he going to do? You’re not sure, but then he’s leaning down too, fingers on your chin, and his lips press against yours with little warning.

He kisses filthy. You remember the first time you’d kissed him, and he’d been all tongue and teeth even then. He’s not any better now, tongue swiping over yours and his mouth sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. You want to squirm, to run your hands through his hair and pull your priest in for more, more, more, but you need to be good. If you’re not good, he won’t give you anything you want - it’s a simple exchange like that - and so your palms stay flat on your thighs. 

When your lips finally part, a string of thick, viscous spit links the two of you together, and Jeongin groans. He can’t help himself, tongue teasing at the seam of your lips to collect your mixed saliva, and then he’s spitting it back onto your face. A large hand comes upwards, and the one already positioned on your jaw becomes firmer, keeping you in place as he rubs the spit into your cheek.

“Filthy,” He murmurs, eyes fixated on where your skin is slick. Jeongin’s worse, though, and he licks your face clean, groaning again at the taste. “I bet you’re fucking soaking wet, dirty bitch.”

You are. Your panties are grey and if he only spread your legs he’d see - you’re clad in only them, and the wet spot is so large by now that you’re scared it’s going to start dripping on the wooden floor. He coos at you when you nod, chest heaving, and he stands upright again, hands clasped in front of his stomach. 

“What is it that you want?”

“I- I-” You babble, voice hoarse. He grins this time, dimples a perfect contrast to the image of authority in front of you. 

“It’s meant to be a confession, right?” He says, still smiling. You moan. The whole thing is so dirty, so debauched that you arch your back, thrusting your nipples out into the cool air. He doesn’t move his eyes off of yours, wholly unaffected. “Tell me what you want.”

Your eyes flicker down to his fingers, still clasped together. His gaze follows you, and he doesn’t say anything. You lick your lips. “Please, father.”

Jeongin hums, nods. “Get on the bed for me. On your front.” 

You move so quickly that it would’ve been embarrassing in any other situation. You’re on your front on the bed within seconds, and you spread your legs so he can see exactly what the situation is doing to you. You hear his stuttered breath, and then footsteps. He shoves his face into your drenched underwear and inhales, and you’re squealing, canting your hips back.

“Jeongin! Jeonginnie, that’s-”

He inhales again, pulling back. “It’s what? It’s dirty, baby?” He muses, running a fingertip up the seam of your folds through your panties. You’re so wet that your underwear must be translucent by now, and you gasp when the pad of his finger just barely breaches your hole, through the fabric. “I’ll tell you what’s dirty. Presenting this ass for your fucking priest is dirty.”

“Oh my god,” You wail, head dropping to shove your face against your forearms. “I-I’m dirty, father, I can’t help myself.”

“I can see that.”

His thumbs hook into your panties, and you hear them fall to the floor with an embarrassingly wet noise. The cold air hits your folds, a sensation so jarring that it feels like there’s something biting at the sensitive area between your legs, and you try - and fail - to avoid squirming. 

“How long has it been since your last confession?” Jeongin says, voice steady, and you blink. Before you can answer, two digits are sinking into your hole deep, and he curls them upwards to hit your g-spot. The feeling makes you whine, and your gummy walls clench on his fingers, gushing more and more slick down to his knuckles without him even properly moving them. “Tell me. How long has it been?”

“I don’t- I don’t know-”

“You wanted to do this properly, didn’t you?” He scoffs out a laugh, digits finally starting to piston inside of you. You keen, trying to grind your hips to get your clit some form of attention with how it’s aching and untouched.

“Yeah! I did, but- I can’t- Iyennie-”

“Father.”

“Father! Father, it’s been-” You really can’t think. You’re not sure what he means, but something within you tells you he’s referring to the last time you’d been such a whore, needy for his touch, and that had been literally yesterday. “It’s only been a day, father, please, please, more-”

“That’s right, a day,” He coos fondly, and his thumb finally, finally, moves down to rub against your clit. It’s messy, imprecise, but you wail and thrash as if it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. It truly feels like it is. “I make you cum every single day, and you’re still a dirty little whore. You know what happens to bad girls, honey.”

“Hnng, no, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“You don’t know many things, do you?” He sounds irritated now, his words coming out in clipped, short sentences. His thumb presses harder on your clit and his fingers somehow push deeper, all of their length pressing inside of you as the most delicious thing you’ve ever felt. “Bad girls take what they’re given.”

You have to. You can’t find it in you to respond, and when you get so close, so close that you can feel it beginning to rattle your teeth, his hand pulls away. You want to throw a tantrum, to stomp your feet and beg him for something, anything, but your orgasm is ruined before you can find it in you to speak. He's snickering behind you, and you moan in dismay.

“That’s one,” He murmurs, and you hear the wet sounds of him sucking his fingers clean. He spits on your asshole and you feel it dribble down to your pussy, adding to the mess between your folds, a wet patch forming beneath you on the sheets. You're out of breath, toes curling and relaxing, tears biting at your eyes. “I think two more edges and you can cum.”

[pennjammin]

Stuffed Full 'a Rubber!

you've been a naughty little thing - and if you thought you deserved his cock, well, your stupid is showing.

content. degradation, dumbification, masochism, dacryphilia, overstim, impact play, toys, gn!reader (sukuna, gojo)

word count. 2.3k

incl pairings. sukuna, gojo, nanami, geto.

‧₊˚ʚ :: ꒷꒦ 🌸 ˖˚˳⊹

A RIVER IN EGYPT. | r. sukuna

Sitting above you, high and mighty, is your new husband. He’s in one of the black hotel chairs, his suit jacket discarded, tie loose, buttons popped. A clear rocks glass of brandy swirls lazily in his fingers, and his eyelids hang low as he stares at your tear-streaked face.

“Can I please—”

“No.”

Your little cunt slides up and down on a lilac-colored rubber cock. You’re dripping so sloppily that your previous rounds of cum are all over the hotel room floor as you plead for mercy. 

But Ryomen does not know remorse.

Your legs begin to slow. Your hands are bound tightly behind your back by your own underwear, so all you can do is lean your chest against Ryomen’s pant leg and whine hopelessly onto his knee.

He sits up, taking another swig of his drink, before he cracks a harsh palm across the side of your already sore cheek.

“My stupid wife, keep it up,” he says, palm cupping your jaw as he spits in your face, “I'll bet you waited the whole reception for my cock, and now look at you. Stuffed with a fake one.”

You whine, but your cunt throbs in response to the spit and contact of his hand. You’ve been at this for thirty minutes at least, riding your toy for your husband’s viewing pleasure while his cocks bulge against his suit pants.

He’s so incredibly drunk and you’re a different kind of intoxicated. You want to be in a mating press with both holes filled, but he’s torturing you instead, forcing you to please yourself with a skinny piece of rubber instead of his double dicks.

The dildo slides up into you angrily, bending and curving deliciously into your g-spot while Ryomen degrades you for how fucked out your face looks.

“You understand how pathetic you look?” he grunts. “You’ll never look this way for anyone else, Mx. Sukuna.”

“Mmh,” you cut yourself off before making a bold move. 

You slide off of the toy and use your chin on Ryomen’s knee to pull yourself into a standing position. His back flies off of the chair, but you’re already grabbing the little purple toy with your bound hands and whirling on him.

He falls into your trap and grabs your waist harshly, “Brat, what the hell do you think—“

You use his grip on you to slide back against him until you have the dildo placed on his clothed lap. Now, all you have to do is stick the landing.

You hear Ryomen gasp; you suspect he hadn’t intended to, but when you’ve perched yourself on his thighs with the dildo back inside of you, he can’t hide his noises of surprise.

“Shit,” he zips through his teeth. His brandy crashes to the floor, brown liquid running across the carpet and pooling around the feet of the chair. Neither of you care.

His hands have no choice but to fall on your hips, sharp nails digging into the crease of your thighs. You expertly begin to pounce like a cagey little bunny, toes digging into the wet carpet for stability between Ryomen’s large dress shoes.

“Hmm, keep it up, cunt,” he groans maliciously, making sure his nails draw blood from your soft skin. "Two more orgasms. Then I'll consider fucking you, pathetically."

It takes everything in you not to jerk away. You fight the pain by hissing through your teeth and focusing on the rubber cock that fills you. Even as overstimulated as you are, feeling Ryomen’s heartbeat pound into your back and his breath glide along your spine turns you on all over again.

“H-Hate you s’much,” you whine, knowing it couldn’t be farther from the truth. You aren’t sure why you spit out that corny lie each time you fuck your husband, but you’re reminded when his next words come from his mouth.

“You hate me, huh, stupid bitch?” His laugh is demeaning and chilling. “Now you owe me three.”

“But–” “Nah, brat,” his fingers come up and tangle themselves in your hair, “eventually, you’ll learn to stop talking back to your husband. I own you. You are below me. And you will remember,” he yanks your head back, arching your spine painfully against him as you keep gliding the dildo against your slick walls, “your place.”

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! | s. gojo

Your one leg that remains on the ground is about to give out. Your knee bends each time your boyfriend’s cockhead rams itself into your cervix, sending painful signals up through your belly and down the nerves in your body.

You only have one free hand, and it’s splayed flat across the mirror in front of you that’s now covered in fingerprints and smears from drool. Your head goes back and forth from resting on the reflective glass to being yanked back against your boyfriend’s chest.

He holds one of your legs in the air. Red marks litter your thighs from the events previous to the two of you landing where you are now. Bite marks, claw marks, slaps.

And with his free hand, he holds your tiny red rose against your clit. Air vibrates over the bud and makes your toes curl while you’re simultaneously getting stuffed up like a holiday turkey. 

“Oh, it’s so drenched, pretty thing,” Satoru grunts deeply into your ear. His breath rides down the pulse in your neck and stops on your chest, making you shiver. “Covering me like a good slut, yeah? Sucking me up with your tight little hole.”

“I-I can’t,” you whimper, unsure what it is exactly you can’t do. Your brain is so jumbled, you don’t understand the words flowing out of your own mouth. 

“Can’t what?” Satoru purrs. “Can’t say you can’t handle it, cause you’re taking me so well. I’m so deep, feel me?” 

You do; buried deep in your guts is his fat, pink cock that threatens to shred you apart. 

The rose alone has taken you through two orgasms, and it seems Satoru and his cock pumping into you from the other side are determined to guide you through two more. He holds the toy to your clit with intention, dipping his head over your shoulder to get a better look at your arched body in the mirror.

Sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and his blue eyes are nearly illuminated with lust, all for you, staring at the way you drool and contort your face with every stroke, knowing it’s bringing you closer and closer to the finish line. 

“Being so good, aren’t you?” he whispers needily, “Unlike earlier. Though you could walk around naked and I would just ignore you?" He cuts himself off to whimper. "You’re gonna pull the cum right out of my cock so I can fill you up. Isn’t that right?”

“Ngh- yes, Satoru,” his name comes out breathy and soft, and you watch the effect it takes on him in your reflection.

His knees nearly begin to buckle as he applies more pressure to the toy, which is all covered in your slick and his precum. His thick balls are abusing your taint as he picks up his pace to drive his own orgasm out - but it’s not his first, either. 

Yet feeling his hot, salty semen shoot into your cervix makes your own orgasm come, filthy and hard, legs shaking you nearly to the point of collapse as he forces you to ride it out on him, his strokes still long and steady.

“Satoru, no,” you whine, but you know you don’t want him to stop, that much is evident in the way you keep throwing your hips back to fit his rhythm. 

“Yes, baby,” he replies softly, “hold it right there - just like that.”

NO, YOU HANG UP! | k. nanami

“Miss you s’much, pretty.”

The words are lost under your moans as you shake. Your knees are angled in the air, your laptop open to the video call that displays your husband’s face from thousands of miles away.

His damned business trips were always terrible, but him insisting on torturing you with a vibrator that he could control in another country was even worse. 

“Ken…” you begin softly, knowing when you whimper out his name, he turns unnervingly obedient.

Not this time, though.

“You almost had me, darling,” he mutters into the mic. "Sending me such a naughty photo when you know I can't do anything to you. Tsk, tsk."

You watch as his thumb circles his screen, taking the vibrations from the lowest to the most extreme in mere seconds. He repeats this, even despite your legs shaking, or your cries for him. 

“The moment I get back, you wanna give me a reason to start decorating the spare bedroom? Hmm?” He coos your name softly, “Wouldn’t a crib look lovely in there, honey?”

In your cockdrunk stupor, all you can do is agree. He could fill your womb twenty times if he wanted with the way the toy is massaging your walls, draining you of all common sense. 

“I-It… yes, Ken.” Your head spins.

He lifts the phone higher to show you exactly what he’s doing, dragging the scale up and down, strategically stopping before he gets to the point that he knows would make you cum. 

“Really?” he questions slowly, leaning further into the screen as if that would give him a better view of his pussy - splayed out before him. “How would we decorate it?”

“We- uh…” your voice trails off. Of course you can’t answer at a time like this. Your brain feels smooth and mushy. And for fuck’s sake, you miss your husband.

“I’m listening,” he yawns, but you can hear his belt buckle moving, and see his shoulder shifting as he reaches into his pants to take himself out. His arm muscles start to flex as he strokes to your pathetic, whiny moans. 

“B-Bees and,” you stutter and struggle to find words, “flowers and…”

“Mm, a little honey for my honey?” Nanami questions, punctuating it with a grunt. He’s clearly working hard to pump his fist over his needy cock. 

“A-As many little honeys as you want,” you whimper, feeling the vibrations go back up, just so Nanami can hear you let out a cry. Just so he can use your pathetic noises as fuel to fuck his hand. 

“As many as I want?” Nanami echoes, voice still soft and guiding, even as he tortures you with the vibrator controls, even as he takes himself towards his own edge. “J-Just like, you’ll cum as many times as I want, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Mmh- d-dunno if I can, sir,” you say, knowing the nickname is enough to drive him mad.

“I think you can take it,” he says, finger rotating back to the very highest vibration setting that his phone will allow, making you scream and leak spurts of clear liquid all over your couch. 

Nanami watches in silence, aside from his wanton moans, eyebrows furrowed over the brim of his blue-light glasses. 

“So fucking beautiful. I need you,” he complains, voice deep and begging.

“Hurry up and come home so w-we can start painting the walls,” you mumble, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “y-y’know, of the nursery.”

“Right. The nursery.”

AYE AYE CAPTAIN. | s. geto

“I can’t hear you,” Suguru purrs from above. “You said, what? Stop? Speak up.”

Your thighs are forcefully parted by a heavy, black bar that cuffs to your ankles. Your boyfriend has an iron grip on it while he flushes a thick, curved toy in and out of you as you stare up at him hopelessly. 

You’re gagged. Tears are covering your sore cheeks. You keep trying to connect your thighs, but it’s no use with the bar. Meanwhile, he keeps pushing the toy inside of you. In and out, with the same smooth rhythm he usually pumps his hips.

Well, it would have been his cock, had you not decided to tease him all evening at the meeting. Taking a little longer to kiss him, dragging your tongue over his bottom lip, dropping your hand so that your knuckles accidentally grazed his dick through his robes.

“G-Geto, please, I can’t take another,” you breathe around your cloth gag, approaching your third orgasm already. He always recognizes it in your breath pattern, the way your moans pitch themselves up, so he knows exactly how to respond.

“Sorry, I wish I cared,” he fakes a yawn before quickening his wrist to fuck the cum out of you that much sooner.

Your back is off of the mattress, arching to the ceiling as you fight the spasming that has overcome you all over again. You break into a sweat and more tears brim your eyes, but there’s nowhere you’d rather be, than under him as he takes advantage of your cunt.

“This is what you wanted,” Suguru reminds, “this is what you spent all evening punishing me for, isn’t it?” He smiles, and laughs inaudibly, “You look fucking awful.”

You bite down on the wet cloth and let out a cry, some noise between fighting back and displaying how good it feels to be made fun of while there’s tears coming out of your eyes. 

“You look so helpless and stupid,” he coos, “and desperate and used.” He takes his hand off of the toy momentarily to crack his palm on your sore clit. “As if you deserve to not have your orgasm ruined. Hm. The nerve.”

And he cracks his palm down again, and again, and again - before he starts stroking the toy again, which at this point is being swallowed up by your abused hole.

You plead with him through the cloth, but the lack of remorse in his eyes is doing unnerving things to you. 

“Cum again and show me that you deserve to feel me,” he spits, and you obey immediately, flooding the bed and his wrist while he watches in disgust. “Nasty little monkey. All wet for me now.”

He pulls the toy out and examines your pulsing hole with his bottom lip between his teeth. You make eye contact for all of two seconds before he smacks your cunt again. 

“Stupid you for believing me.”

‧₊˚ʚ :: ꒷꒦ 🌸 ˖˚˳⊹

hello guys, long time no see <3

sorry for flaking in October i was in the trenches, mentally and also with my lack of creative juices but

we are so back. I have a few things planned for this next holiday season and i hope I don’t disappoint <3

love always!

~ pennjammin

[superblysubpar]

I love you anon 💛 thank you for this request and thank you Beyoncé for the song Levii's Jeans. I will never be the same again.

warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk/tipsy but all consensual things in this established relationship, SMUT (dry humping, Steve comes on your stomach, slight fingering) | my blog is 18+

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“Jesus, Mary, Joe-Joseph!” 

It wasn’t a sexy exclamation that’s for sure. But you were burning, warm from head to toe from the tequila in your system and the way his lips were a ghost against your skin, and it just sort of slipped out. 

He didn’t seem to mind. 

Steve practically giggled against the damp skin of your hip bone, his question huffed against it pulling goosebumps to the surface. 

“Like that, huh?”

“Ye-yeah,” you squirmed beneath him, fingers gripping tousled brown hair probably a little too tightly as you begged, “Again? Please?”

He was laid out between your legs, fully clothed, his arms drooped lazily over your thighs, pink cheeks and glossy lips and dazed eyes, happy to oblige. 

Those ready to please lips brushed across skin, following the band of denim smoothly, his nose pressed to the exposed curve of your stomach as his fingers remembered they could grip at your thighs and hips.  

“Oh,” he hummed, smiling at the way you wiggled when he made it to the other side and let his mouth hover over your skin. “Asked so sweet baby, how could a guy say no?”

The hot and wet glide of his tongue across the bone had your stomach fizzing like you’d just taken another shot, eyelashes fluttering and lungs searching for air. 

He pestered kisses into the wet skin, teeth grazing right behind them so your knees started to rise on either side of him and your fingers yanked his hair the way he particularly liked when he was a smidge gone and then you made that pretty breathy whimper he liked even more. 

Steve let his mouth hover over you, hot puffs of breath filling the tension filled space between the lips that ached to press to the spot that yearned for more of their kisses.

He smiled when your knees pressed together against him, wiggling beneath him and groaning around a laugh. One that showed you were just pretending to be frustrated that he wasn't giving you what you wanted, but actually turned on by the way his hands pushed your waist down like it was nothing, holding you still. 

Steve let his hands roam lower again, fingers tugging and tripping up on the loops before he scratched down denim covered thighs. His nose traced the hem over to the button and tapped it with the tip before he sat up and said,

“Take these off for me, honey.”

Suddenly sober, like he hadn't been giggling, or pink cheeked and grabbing fistfuls of your light wash Levi’s covered ass in public, or pleading with you - lips touched right to your ear and begging for you to let him take you home not even fifteen minutes ago.

It had been a sloppy exit at best, rushed goodbyes and half finished drinks with chewed neon straws and a full beer left at the table of your friends. A pitiful excuse of needing to wake up early tomorrow lost to eye rolls as Steve stuck both of his hands in your back pockets to squeeze as he pushed you towards the door. 

So when you looked up at him all sly, narrowed eyes and pursed lips fighting a wide grin, he swallowed loudly. 

Your fingers traced over your exposed midriff, shirt tossed off well before he even got you to the bed, leaving you in a black lacy bra that left him wondering if the underwear you had on matched. 

Teasing, slow, back and forth movements with your own fingers against the top of your jeans, eyes never leaving his, as you stuck out your lips in a fake pout, batted your eyelashes and asked, “These? Thought you liked my new Levi’s, Steve?”

“I do,” he nodded, fingers curling around your knees and squeezing gently as his tongue darted out and licked over his lips, “I really do. Just like ‘em more if they were on the floor now.”

You sighed, all dramatic and jutted out your lip more as you lied, “I didn’t even really get to show them off though. Only got to dance to one song.”

Elbows pushed you up so you were both sitting up and facing each other, so you could guide one of Steve’s hands from where it still rested on your knee. Till it was running over your thigh, higher and higher till his fingers were bumping the zipper and button, his eyes focused on the shiny gold and nothing else. 

He looked like he was in pain, like the thought of you not wearing them anymore was the worst news he’d ever heard despite being the one to tell you to take them off. 

“Think I should leave them on, Stevie,” you whispered, his fingers twitching under yours, thumb swiping over the button as a little rumble of what sounded like a whimper fell from his lips. 

Steve looked like he wanted to protest, but then you inched closer, your hands leaving his so they could lift off his shirt, causing his hair to turn even more rumpled. 

Maybe it was the tequila and cherries, or how confident the way the jeans made you feel, but you pushed gently at your boyfriend’s shoulders until he was falling back on the bed easily. You yanked at his own jeans, dragging them down his legs clumsily and hurriedly as his chest heaved. 

You climbed over him, denim thighs straddling black Calvin covered ones. Your hands landed on Steve’s chest, fingers scratching through thick hair as your hips tested a slow grind. A roll that caught the tip of his cock on the seam of the zipper and made his hands fly to your waist and his eyelids flutter closed. 

Understanding now why he had been giggling as you wiggled beneath him, why he hovered just over you, not quite giving you what you wanted. The way his fingers gripped your hips, and his tongue licked over his pink and kiss swollen lips, or how the warm eyes taken over by pupils looked up at you through fluttering eyelashes was addicting. 

But then he was shaking his head, sharply, like he was trying to snap out of it, and then he easily overpowered you.

He was gentle about it, but forceful, getting you on your back and fingers curling around the belt loops and yanking you down the bed. 

Steve barely got them down your thighs, before his hips were pushed against yours and his lips were sucking your top one between them. 

He was gasping around the kissing, messy and sloppy but full of adoration, “Fucking love you,” tongue slipping over yours, “So much.”

Your fingers were back in his hair, giggling and rolling your hips against his until the right pressure hit your clit in the perfect spot and you gasped out how much you loved him more. 

Steve hummed when you exhaled, your back arching and mouth gasping his name for him to swallow. 

It was a dirty, filthy, messy grind against each other. Sharp breaths inhaled and exhaled by the other as noses squished together and his tip hit your clit over and over again, in a steady rhythm that had your stomach burning from more than just the tequila. 

His “Fuck, fuck, shit,” a response to your “Yeah, yes, right there, more.”

Hands gripped at each other, frantic, pulling and tugging at skin and hair and bands of underwear, needing more despite being ready to explode.

“Honey, shitshitgonnacum,” Steve grunted into your lips as you nodded. 

His fingers were quick, slipping under the damp black lace and rubbing perfect and precise figure eights over your clit like he could do it in his sleep. 

You gasped out his name again, louder than you typically let yourself get, fingernails digging into his shoulders and making your own set of marks next to all the moles and freckles that dotted the skin there. 

Warmth erupted over you, figuratively and literally, as he released on your stomach and yours raged through your body like a wildfire engulfing an entire forest. It was a quick and powerful orgasm, consuming you, stealing the air from your lungs and turning your vision a little blurry. 

It took a minute for your eyes to finally blink open and find his, easy to do though, with his forehead pressed to yours, the sounds of both of your heavy breaths filling the room. 

It took another minute for you to start giggling at the state you were both in. His hair mussed, both still in your underwear but Steve only half in his and your jeans around your calves. 

“I don’t just like your Levi’s,” he murmured, kissing at your nose as he laughed harder. 

“I love them.”

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

The sins of our fathers

Warning ⚠️; Mention of child abuse, alcohol

Pairing; Billy/Male Reader (with an accent xD)

Summary; You were supposed to study with Billy for an upcoming test. You didn't expect finding the bully half-naked under the rain trying to stay warm.

PS; sorry for not posting in a while, I’m working on like 5 stories 😂

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Everyone knew what a problem magnet Billy Hargrove was. Violent, racist and always up for a beer, he wasn't the kind of person you kept around you. Yet, you couldn't help but notice chilling similarities between the two of you. Only a fool wouldn't see them.

The little flinch each time a door was slammed, the tension in Billy’s shoulder when something would pass close to his face during sport or how quick he was at ducking and protecting his face during a fight. Yes. Someone was abusing Billy Hargrove just like your father did.

The realization had been like a slap on your face. Painful and stunning. You couldn't see the bully the same way anymore, knowing he acted like that just to protect himself and gain some control over his own life. You still couldn't stand his actions, but you also couldn't just turn your back on him. No one deserved to go through what you did alone and unlike Billy, you were free from your father.

He wasn't.

So little by little you got closer to him. Like with a wounded animal, you won his trust with food and drinks. Contrary to your beliefs, Billy wasn't stupid and quickly caught on to what you were doing. Yet he said nothing when he saw you shirtless, showing the gifts your father had given you.

At first, things were awkward between you. No matter the similarities you were also drastically different. Billy was like a loud pomeranian while you were a discrete black cat. Yet, your friendship only grew and you found yourself spending a lot of time with Billy. Many evenings and nights that you shared in the car, at your place or even at some parties that Billy would force you to attend.

Then you became his safe place.

Each time something would happen with his father he would either call or come to you. Shaking, silent and sometimes bloody. You always kept a first-aid kit full and a big bottle of brandy for those cases. Each time you would see Billy’s beaten body you would have to fight the urge to give Billy’s father the same treatment you gave your own.

And slowly, you began to fall for Billy Hargrove. Never before did you question your sexuality until then. Your eyes had always been on the girls, but now your attention was only on Billy just like you could feel his eyes on you. You noticed how he barely went out with girls and women anymore and instead stayed around you more. His favourite, and yours, excuse was to study while drinking. It both allowed you to spend some time together and also kept Billy away from his father.

That night was supposed to be one of them, but oh Lord were you up for a terrible surprise.

The rain battered your car as you drove, lights barely illuminating a few feet in front of you. Outside you could hear the cold autumn wind howling angrily as brown leaves danced around. Somewhere in the distance, the thunder rolled, letting you know that the storm was getting closer.

You stared at the road, squinting your eyes as you tried to stay focused. If a cat or dog jumped in front of your car it would end badly for it. Thankfully you arrived at Billy’s house without hitting any animal or person. You frowned seeing the absence of any light, which was unusual. Normally Billy’s stepmother would be in the kitchen preparing the food, Neil’s would be in the living room watching TV and yet…

Stopping the car you stepped outside after lightning a cigarette. You had to cover it so the rain didn't extinguish it. You hurried toward the porch before frozing on place had you spotted something moving.

Pressed against the door, only in his underwear, Billy was shivering and shaking. He was soaked to the bones and even in the dark you could tell his skin and lips were changing colour. How long had he been outside?

- “Billy? What the…” Your cigarette fell from your mouth as you all but jumped on your friend.

Taking out your jacket, you wrapped it around Billy’s shoulder. You cursed as Billy pushed you away, hitting your jaw as he whimpered in fear.

- “Oi! Billy, it's me. Its me, ya safe mate. Ya father is such a cunt, I bet he’s the one who threw you out, right?” You sighed, watching Billy calm down and lean in your embrace as you helped him up. “Aye, c’mere. The car is hot and dried. Should have a blankie or something in the back for ya.”

It had never crossed your mind that Neil could take things this far and put Billy in so much danger. Under your hands, you could feel Billy’s cold shivering skin and hear his little sobs. He was clearly fighting the urge to cry, which broke your heart even more.

You helped Billy to the car and quickly got in, turning the engine on before raising the heat to the max. Your eyes lingered on Billy, taking in his state. Under the car’s light, you could see the bruises turning almost black all over his ribs and thighs. Billy’s lips were split and his nose was still slightly bleeding. Seeing that, you tried to push Billy to lean down, but your friend flinched and jerked away, his shoulder hitting the car’s window with a loud thud.

- “Oi! Easy dickhead, ya nose is pissing red you idiot. Lean down before you choke on your own blood. Forget about the car, a bit of red ain't going to make me mad.” You said, hand gentle on Billy’s shoulder.

You could feel how tense he was, but he did listen to you. After he leaned down, still a shaking mess. You turned to search the back seat for the blanket you kept there. You found it under an empty box of beer and grabbed it. You slowly wrapped it around Billy, keeping your friend in a tight embrace and resting your chin on his back.

- “It's okay Billy, ya can cry your heart out. I get it. Been there, done that and I ain't gonna think less of ya for it.”

And it doesn't take more for Billy to just break down. You feel him shake as ugly sobs leave his lips and he sinks his fingers into your arm. You can feel his nails digging in your flesh knowing it will leave some pretty nasty marks, yet you don't care. You just hold Billy tighter against you, nose buried in his soaked hair. There is nothing more to say, nothing more to do but wait.

You can't stop thinking about Neil Hargrove, about how you hate and despise the man. This time the fucker took it too damn far. If you hadn't come Billy might have passed due to exposure. God! He could still get sicker than a rabid dog. No. Neil Hargrove had crossed the line and you couldn't let him continue because next time he might just kill your friend.

You closed your eyes as you felt Billy press himself against you, sinking your warmth and comfort. You gently stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head, showing him the care he deserved. Letting Billy know he was loved, and wanted by at least one person and that you weren't going to just leave him there. After what seems like an eternity, Billy slowly calms down, yet you don't dare to let go until he does. You grimaced as you felt his nails unstuck from your arms, the feeling a bit weird. You gave Billy a few tissues and as he wipe his face to face just wrap the blanket tighter around him.

- “Sorry. It's my fault, I deserve…” Billy tried to say, but you stopped him, your hand gently grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you.

- “No. Fucking not your fault, Billy. Whatever ya did, ya didn't deserve any of this. Fuck your father, fuck that bitch of his for letting him do all this.” You said, curses rolling on your tongue more than ever as you gesture, showing the bruises. “Swear I’m about to fuck him up good like I did my old man. Could bury him in the same hole too, trash should stay together after all.”

You heard Billy snort and you pressed your forehead together. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply as you tried to calm your own anger. Yeah, you really were serious about killing Neil Hargrove. No one would miss him but his wife. Fuck! Maybe the police wouldn't even be looking for him, who knew?

- “Please, I wanna leave. Take me the fuck away from here.”

Billy’s voice snapped you back to reality and as you opened your eyes, you saw the tears silently rolling down his cheek. Billy’s blue eyes were puffy and red but also filled with fear and so much despair. You nodded, moving away from him.

The drive back to your place was quiet except for the radio. You didn't even turn off the light, knowing it would help Billy to feel safer, almost like a child. For all the drive, Billy sat in a ball pressed against the door and fully wrapped in the blanket with only his hair and eyes coming out. He looked like a kid scared of the storm.

Thankfully your mother wasn't there for the night and you took Billy in. Since he was coming around so much you had a few of his clothes on hand and, after drying him, you helped Billy put them on before letting him rest with you in bed.

It took half a bottle of whiskey for him to stop shaking in your arms and by then you were both a bit tipsy. Billy was nuzzled against you, head under your chin as you had wrapped your arms around him. The covers were keeping you both warm, warming Billy up, but his skin still felt cold to the touch. You heard him mumbling something and rested your chin on his head.

- “Hush, I ain't letting ya back there. Fuck it, I think I'm gonna send him rest with my dad. Cunt can eat the flowers by the roots.” You said, closing your eyes as you felt Billy move to take a new gulp of whiskey. “That or I could tie the fucker to his car and send him flying down a cliff.”

- “You would really kill him?” Billy asked, resting the bottle on your chest as he sat and looked down on you, his blue eyes still puffy.

- “Ya. In a heartbeat. Fucker went too far, what if next time he fuck ya too bad and you die? I ain't letting him, ain't give him a chance. Ya going to stay with me and I won't let him touch ya ever again.”

For what felt like hours Billy just stared at you, judging if you were telling the truth or not. You never lied to him before and the alcohol always made you spill everything that you had on your mind and heart. His eyes were filled with so many emotions, that you could pinpoint every single one of them; surprise, sadness, doubt and then acceptance. You both knew you were serious and this went too far. You took the bottle and put it on your night table before Billy laid back down in your arms. You said nothing and just held him.

In the morning you will make a better plan and wait for the right time. Before the first snow, you would make sure that Billy was free from his own father. It would take time, but you knew that Billy would heal, you would make sure of it. But for now, you smiled as he felt Billy’s body relax before you heard his soft snores letting you know he had fallen asleep.

[rr311]

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! ❞ － 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒. 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ threesome, reverse cow girl, fingering, roommates au, whore calling , oral (male r.), choking, teasing, vibrator, dom!geto, dom!gojo, bottom!reader, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. happy halloween my spooky ghosts 👻 (let’s pretend this was posted on halloween) just wanted ti say thank you to the people who read and enjoyed some of the kinktober stories even If they weren’t written to my fullest I still appreciate you guys :). I would also like to apologize AGAIN for missing some of the stories I said I was going to write, for the Choso request I still have to work on It and whoever requested I’m soooo sorry for delay (ಡ‸ಡ). But after this I will work on It!

－ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐀 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

It was an ordinary in the apartment. Quiet, Sun shining into the big living room you were sitting in, underneath a warm blanket as you watched your show. As long as those two knuckle heads were out of the house you had it allll to yourself. For the afternoon at least— but hey. Better than nothing, you sinked more into the couches cushion continuing to dive deeper into your tv program.

6:30pm

It’s been three hours since you’ve been alone for the day, still deep into your program that played. You were so into it you had forgotten to re fill the cat food for your cat, when the soft brown furred creature jumped on the couch practically marching her way towards your chest meowing as loud as she could trying to gain your attention. When you felt her paws start to paw on your chest trying to catch your attention you sighed, glancing down with a raised a brow. “What is it?.” You asked a bit annoyed taking your attention off your show, she meowed jumping off your chest, you sighed lifting the blankets off your body, getting off the couch walking towards where she was leading you. When she stopped in front of her food bowl pawing at it you quickly realized.

I forgot to refill the food bowl!?

In an instant you ran towards to the pantry where you kept her food and treats grabbing the wet food from the top shelf, walking back to grab her food bowl placing it on the counter as she followed you. she jumped ontop of it sitting down, watching you. You put down the wet food onto the counter, going to the fridge to grab some blueberries. “I’m so sorry pretty girl— mama was too caught up in her show.” You pampered as you petted behind her ears feeling her head lean against your hand meowing making you smile, “I’ll take that as you forgive me then?.” You said before booping her tiny black nose going back to fixing her food, when you were fixing her food you heard your phone buzz next to you but you ignored it thinking it was another text from your friend.

but..

When you were done making her food, bending down to set it down you heard a snicker. “Nice ass y/n.” Oh no. You almost stumbled to the ground trying to pick yourself back up standing up straight to spot the duo looking at you, suguru was flushed looking away as satoru bit his lip, your eyes widen remembering you were only wearing your underwear and a white tank top. You were quick to grab the blanket off the couch covering up your body as you glared at them, “Stop staring! You weren’t supposed to be home till 8.” You snarled watching as Gojo’s face turned into a pout as you covered yourself, “They let us go early since we were done with our work.” Said Suguru who shrugged his shoulders still avoiding eye contact with you, “Yeah, what he said. But If I known you roam the house practically naked everyday..maybe I should stay home more often.” Satoru smirked walking a little closer to you as you stepped back, Suguru sighed shaking his head. “Satoru, careful where you step.” He said as Satoru only chuckled. “Or what? Not like she can do anything.” He grinned as you rolled your eyes tightening your grip on the blanket, again Suguru sighed, “Not her i’m talking about-“

He got interrupted when he heard a loud hiss and a man child by his side gripping his arm standing behind him. “her.” He sighed. You grinned looking down at (C/N) who rubbed along your leg meowing sweetly like nothing happened, “Aww such a good girl.” You cooed leaning down to grab your cat into your arms feeling her nuzzle her head with yours as you walked away towards your room, Satoru glared at the cat as he gripped harder on Sugurus arms, who sighed. “Till this day I don’t understand why that damn cat hates me.” He said. “Maybe because you always harass her owner. Now let go of me.” Suguru said snatching his arm away from him hearing Satoru pout, “Suguruuuu! Dont hate me too!” he groaned rolling his eyes making his way towards the kitchen. “Satoru, maybe you should lower it down one day, hm? She’s gonna end up slapping you for being a perv you know.” He said going into the fridge to grab a drink hearing Satoru grunt, rolling his eyes “You’re no better than me.” He mumbled, “you practically have thoughts of fucking her--“ “Satoru!” He interrupted slamming down his cup on accident, when he realized what he did he cleared his throat with a pinkish blush. “Keep that between me and you.” He muttered looking at him who looked back with a smirk, “Oh come on Suguru. One day you gotta let go of that innocent act~ Besidesss we already agreed on the plan tonight.”

He huffed, “I forgot about that..” He mumbled with a sigh, “Do you think she’ll even agree to it?.” He questioned watching Satoru snicker, “I know she will. Have you seen how competitive she is? She’ll agree to it.” He chuckled getting off the counter, “Besides we’re going out tonight, we might as well test her luck.” He grinned walking towards your door with a huffy Suguru following behind, Satoru knocked on your door nonstop till you got fed up swinging the door open with a glare on your face. “What!?” He looked down to see you wearing pants and a hoodie covering the tank top and white panties you had on. He pouted jokingly, “Aww why’d you change?.” You scoffed crossing your arms in response leaning against the door, “What the hell do you want gojo.” You questioned, Satoru grinned. “We have a little game we wanna play with you.”

You raised a brow, “What game?.” curiosity lingered, watching as Gojo pulled out a pair of panties. You stared at the dangling thin undies in confusion till it clicked, making your eyes go wide looking between them both. “Since me and Suguru are going out...and if you accept the game. You’ll have to wear these the whole night with me or him controlling it.” The thought of either of em controlling your orgasms made your stomach twist in a knot, you cleared your throat continuing to stare at the dangling things then back up at him, squinting your eyes. “Before I play your stupid game.” You trailed glaring at him, “there any rules?”. You huffed crossing your arms over your chest watching as Suguru and Satoru looked at each other. suguru surprised you agreed, satoru who turned back around with a smirk, “you can’t relive yourself, meaning no sneaking off to anywhere. If you do, you lose.” Your eyes furrow, “what if I do?” you raised a brow, “If we win, we get to fuck you.” your nails dug into your arm, clearing your throat shifting, “and what if I win?.”

“you decide.” Suguru said with a look..making eye contact with him instantly taking your eyes away from him feeling your legs shake. That look he had did something to you. joe’s eyes staring at you with practically lust circling around them …looked like a predator hunting its pray. You looked between the undies and them making a decision…in an instant you were quick to snatch the thing out of Satoru’s hand, slamming your door close going straight to your closet to find a dress. this might be your biggest mistake.

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Why am I so nervous?. I shouldn’t be nervous right?..But I can’t help but to..they’ve been eyeing me ever since we got here..you thought chugging the rest of your drink letting your eyes flicker between them as they kept a good eye on you, like they were hunting. Your legs shifted a little as you looked away back to the bar to keep your attention away from them, wondering what tricks they have up their sleeves. You pulled your hand up indicating another drink, the bartender walked towards you with a small grin, “What can I get you?.” He asked almost In a flirty tone but shaking It off you pushed your glass forward, “Gimmie the strongest drink you got.” You said back making eye contact with him as he nodded his head giving you a small wink. You didn’t think much of It just looking around the club waiting for your drink till suddenly you felt a vibration run through you making you jolt forward with a small gasp. Your nails gripped on the counter as you looked up to see Gojo smirking with his hand in his pocket with Geto staring at you as he sipped his drink.

You glared towards the white haired bastard but that only added more fuel to the fire feeling the vibration increase making your eyes go wide, whining a little. When the bartender came back with your drink he raised a brow setting down your glass, “are you okay?.” He asked and you slowly nodded your head, “Y-Yes! Just fine!.” You answered with a slight high pitched voice biting back the obvious moans that tried to escape, the bartender looked at you with concern but shrugged it off sliding your drink over and going back to working. Your teeth gritted together as you stared at Satoru watching as his smirk grew at your reaction, fuck. The vibrations that were shooting through you felt so damn good..It was hitting your clit in the right place in the right spot, shit…you felt like you were gonna cum feeling that familiar knot in your stomach. Without thinking you slightly jolted your hips forward practically grinding against the toy to let yourself cum. moaning so quietly but was instantly denied feeling the toy stop. You clenched the counter much tighter due to loss of pleasure but you sucked it up sighing deeply trying to not get too frustrated at the fact you’ve lost your orgasm. You weren’t gonna let them win. You cleared your throat straighten your posture putting a smile on your face as you chugged down the glass, slamming it back onto the counter before standing up from your seat.

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It’s been a good two hours since this little game started and honestly..It’s been hell! Every fifteen minutes they would take turns turning the dam toy on an off! The second time you were on the dance floor, enjoying yourself till all of sudden you felt waves of vibrations hit your clit making you almost fall to the ground by your legs shaking from the shock, the third time you thought you were gonna finally cum…it turned off the last minute making you accidentally get mad at the person that was talking to you…you were reaching your limit. You haven’t came in the last two and a half hours..you were getting frustrated and impatient, with out second thought you got up from the table you were sitting at rushing towards a bathroom to please yourself. You were getting sick of it! You needed to cum..so bad. before you could even reach the handle to the bathroom you felt hands on your hips pulling you away from It. You lost the game. Satoru chuckled in your ear rubbing his hands up and down your hips, “You lost doll..”

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The moment you guys got into the door lips were all over you. Satoru had your lips trapped with his as Suguru was standing behind you kissing your neck leaving his marks on your skin. You whined Into Satoru’s mouth as you felt his hands forcefully move your head to side to give Suguru more space to kiss and suck against your neck. Suguru let his hands linger around your body as you kept backing up into him slowly feeling him get hard against you. He groaned against your neck, bucking his hips against yours feeling pleasure waves run through his body, he hummed continuously roaming his hands around your body letting them lift your dress up to expose the black thong you were wearing. You shivered from the cold air hitting your exposed thighs, shuttering from his warm hands messaging and gripping them, Satoru chuckled in your mouth hearing your small little moans be stuffed away, pulling away to kiss along your jawline. Your pussy was aching for release, It has been for the past hours! You were already panting like a dog as pleasure was happening from each part of your body, neck, jawline, thighs, ass…you needed to be fucked.

Now.

You hummed, “Bed..now.” You asked breathless hearing them both chuckle. Without any questions Suguru backed off as Satoru picked you to carry you to his bed with Suguru walking behind, when Satoru walked into his room he dropped you on his bed going back to kissing you, rough. You moaned Into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck kissing him back, Suguru walked towards your body gliding his hands along your exposed thighs letting them sneak there way up to your panties placing a finger ontop of your pussy feeling you flinch. He scoffed, “You’re so wet.” He mumbled as Satoru chuckled pulling away from your lips going towards your jawline, “You frustrated baby?.” Satoru said smirking against your jaw, gripping your tits into his hands, you couldn’t help but groan struggling to get a word out from all this pleasure happening at once. You whined loudly arching your back as you felt Suguru slide the panties to the side, easily pushing a finger inside you, “Shit..Wait Sug- Mmh!?.” You couldn’t finish your sentence when you felt two fingers entered your mouth, your eyes widened looking to see Satoru already looking at you with a lustful gaze. “Suck.” Is what he said. Without much arguing you obeyed starting to suck a long his fingers, he chuckled. “Good girl..” He whispered with a small smirk watching you suck his fingers like It was his cock..damn. He can just imagine his fingers being his cock instead, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. The gags and moans that were leaving your mouth was making this difficult, Suguru without warning entered another finger picking up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you.

You jerked forward feeling Satoru’s warm hands slide down your stomach to your exposed pussy using his middle finger to rub against your clit as Suguru thrusted Into you. Your eyes snapped wide only for them to roll back feeling everything hit you at once, “W-Wait-!.” You begged but they didn’t listen, Suguru sped up his pace as Satoru did the same feeling you twitch underneath them. You were bout to cum, that familiar knot that you’ve been feeling all night came back, you moaned and whined grinding against their hands chasing your orgasm. You wanted to cum, you needed to cum. You kept doing it uncontrollably feeling yourself about to spill against their hands, your hands clenched around Satoru’s back feeling yourself cum, Suguru smirked as Satoru continued to rub against your clit at a slow pace letting you ride out your orgasm. suguru pulled his fingers out seeing your sticky substances on his fingers with a small smirk, Satoru chuckled looking down at the mess you made all over the bed and your thighs, “You made such a mess baby.” He smiled getting off from your body to lift you up now In a new position, your eyes furrowed. “Wha-? Ah!” You got caught off guard when you felt something big push past your folds, you looked behind your shoulder to see Suguru already looking at you with lust lingering in his eyes and a soft groan escaping his mouth as he felt you tightened around him.

How did he get his pants off that fast?!

You didn’t have enough time to question yourself when you felt Suguru grip your hips leaning his head close to your ear, “Move.” He mumbled sending shivers down your spine, without arguing you nodded your head with a small whine beginning to move. Up and down at a slow pace to get adjusted against him, he groaned lowly leaning down to peck your back as Satoru stood in front of you. You looked up at him with low lidded eyes confused of what he wanted you to do, he only grinned trailing his hand to your wrist to place your hand on his growing bulge, your eyes widened. He didn’t want you to..while you were!…you gulped down that lump that was growing only for you to hiss feeling Suguru’s hands dig into your hips helping you move on top of him. There was no way you could take him in your mouth while you were getting fucked from behind, “Satoru I don’t think I can do It..” You whispered moaning from Suguru pushing your hips down against his shaft making you dig your nails into his knee focusing on the pleasure you were receiving from behind.

Hearing you couldn’t do it made him scoff, clenching his hand around your hair making you come closer to his bulge. You whined feeling him tug you forward being face to face with dick, “all that cocky shit you were saying before…look at you now. I’m sure you can take me into your mouth while you get fucked but you just don’t wanna do it huh?” He questioned tilting your head up with a raised brow, he saw how bad you were fighting against him and Suguru abusing your pussy over and over again. Your eyes fluttered feeling him push you down more against his dick, deep fucking you. Satoru saw your eyes flicker from his to the ground struggling to keep eye contact with him, he hummed using his other hand to unbuckle his belt, pulling off his pants and boxers along with it letting them drop on the floor taking his dick into his hands. Your eyes widened for the fifth time tonight seeing how big he was..that couldn’t fit in your mouth! You could barely handle Suguru right now..

Satoru stroked himself a little before tugging you forward, lips touching the tip. You looked up with begging eyes to let Suguru finish before you start with him but Satoru’s wasn’t having It. he gave a low lidded smile, rubbing his top against your lips. “You wanna be a whore right? This Is what whores do baby..” He grinned, “Now..open for me yeah?” he sucked in a breath, groaning loudly feeling your mouth opening to take him inside. he threw his head back feeling how warm and a wet your tongue was perfectly sucking him, “Jus like that.” He chuckled, hands gripping more into your hair slightly moving your head, you moaned digging your nails deeper into Suguru’s knee feeling him pick up the pace behind you. You were becoming a moaning mess, you were getting fucked from behind while sucking off your roommate, this was too much.. your eyes watered as soon a tear fell down your cheek from pleasure focusing on pleasuring the man In front of you as the man behind you fucked you nice and deep.

Suguru bit your shoulder biting back his moans feeling his knot start to form, “Im finna cum.” He groaned, you hummed against Satoru’s dick sending vibrations throughout his body hearing a small deep moan, “Fuck..” You slightly smirked a little moving your hips up and down his dick moaning from how big he Is, Suguru eyes fluttered close letting you do your thing as he held your body close to his. The moans you were letting out kept sending vibrations through Satoru’s body leading him to his own knot forming, you kept moving on top of Suguru as you kept sucking Satoru. They were both about to cum inside you. Without warning Suguru bit hard against your shoulder feeling him shoot his load Inside you making you jolt forward moaning loudly against Satoru only to feel his cum shoot into your mouth. You went to pull back from him but he only kept you there against his dick till he was finished cumming inside your mouth, “Take It.” He growled looking down seeing how much of a mess they made out of you,

When It felt like they were done Suguru lifted you up from his dick by your hips as Satoru let go of your hair letting you pull back from him with heavy pants and some cum still on your lips. Satoru chuckled leaning down to take your lips into his tasting himself In your mouth, the kiss was soft and gentle than before leaning more Into it, before you could even slide your tongue into his mouth a hand gripped your throat pulling you back from him, leaning your head against Suguru’s chest as he tilted your head to take your lips with his. Suguru’s lips were more softer than satoru, Satoru only smirked shaking his head as he went to grab a towel for the three of you, after a few more seconds Suguru pulled back, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth with a grin. “did you like it?.” He asked, feeling his hand rub along your waist as a comfort method, leaning more into his chest feeling yourself about to fall asleep, nodding your head “Mhm..”

“I loved it.”

[st6rrrs]

DONT BE LATE | PROFESSER TOM RIDDLE

please enjoy!! do not copy, steal, or use any of my work :))

SUMMARY: y/n is failing professor riddles class so she goes to "speak" with him after class

WARNINGS: SMUT, dub con, Sub!Reader, Dom!tom, Manipulation, Begging, Spitting, choking, fingering, virgin reader, age gap

MINORS DNI!!!

CHARACTERS: Slytherin reader x professer riddle

A/n: this might be confusing but bare with it, reader is 16!!!

you had recently been failing professor riddles class so he had asked you to stay behind so you guys could have a little "chat" about extra credit and other things... as he described it. you were currently on the way to his classroom, it was 8:30 at night, he said this was the only time he wasn't busy.

you were still in your school uniform cause you didn't have time to change out of them you knocked on his classroom door, it immediately opened like he was waiting there for you. "your 30 minutes late y/n." he said looking at you in the eyes which instantly makes you nervous each time "i-im sorry professer, i-i lost track of time" you said while stuttering

he smirks and move to the side so you can enter the room.

it was weird being in the classroom at night, it was quiet and empty "take a sit ms. L/n" he says while taking a sit at his desk. you do the same but on the other side of the desk

"as you know you are failing this class y/n" "im very disappointed in you"

you look down

he then gets up and walks over to the other side of the desk your sitting on hovering over you.

"i-im sorry i-i just b-been" he stopped you before you could finish your sentence by putting his finger to your lips shushing you. you looked up at him confused

"i dont care for your excuses y/n. now get up" he demanded

you looked up at him confused but did it anyway

"now bend over the desk for me"

you looked at him in horror. you were his student and he was your professor

many of the girls in Hogwarts had a crush on professor riddle, i mean come on he was in his mid 20s, handsome, and tall with pale skin, jet black hair, and dark brown eyes.

you had to admit he was quite handsome but this was wrong...

"w-what?"

"dont make me repeat myself" he said with a stern look

"no!, wha- thats disgusting"

you stormed past him towards the door but he grabs your arm, pulls you back, and slams you onto his desk face first

"i told you i dont like repeating myself"

"oww get off of me" you groaned

he lifts up your uniform skirt and pulls down your underwear admiring the view

"p-professor stop" you begged

"keep begging, i like it when they do that"

he spit on his finger and sticks it in you going in and out. you were a moaning mess

"gosh your so tight" "are you a virgin?" he asked while sticking another finger into you

you were a whimpering mess you couldn't even answer his question.

he suddenly pulls his fingers out, you groan loudly "answer the question and i will continue"

"i- uh yea." you said nervously

he then flips you over on your back, takes his belt off, he pulls his pants down then his boxers

your eyes widened at the length of his cock it was probably 7 maybe 8 inches and it wasn't just long it was thick too

"uh professor, that isn't g-gonna fit" you said with fearful eyes

he laughed.

he jerked his length off then lined himself up with your slit and then began to push the tip in

you whimpered and tried to push him off but he kept pushing in

"relax."

he pushed all the way in without warning. you yelped out in pain "shut up." he then stars thrusting into you slowly, you could feel the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot he then starts to speed up. "profesor" you whimpered he then takes it out and pushes it all the way in. you let out a pornography moan you didn't know you could do. you start to feel that feeling in your stomach that your friends always tell you about. "yea you like that slut" he groaned as he came, you soon came right after him he then pulled out and put his boxers and pants back on

you pulled your underwear back up your shaky legs and grabbed your stuff so you could leave. he grabbed your arm

"tomorrow 8:00pm dont be late."

[bunnyhoney111]

cult-leader!eddie munson x preachers daughter!reader brainrot.

this contains semi-dark content but nothing especially intense, it is filthy though, and way too long for an intro to my new faves but whatevs

*she is so pure, so sheltered, and so so curious when her father finally agrees to let her go to public school her senior year and she sees eddie munson and, in her fathers words, his cult of heathens. they, particularly eddie- the 'leader', weren't unfamiliar to her due to her father's disdain for the ruffians and his frequent sermons about how they were devil worshippers corrupting their town.

*most of her peers make jokes about her being an alien trying to learn to be human, copying the actions of those around her- the way they laugh, smiling to herself in class mimicking chrissy cunninghams toothy grin.

*she is just a girl learning to live amongst people outside of the walls of her fathers small catholic chapel in the outskirts of hawkins.

*she is frequently referred to as "creepy" or a right out sociopath by her peers for her sheltered, quiet, but observant body language- her eyes burning holes in the back of eddie munsons head every lunch period. she is aloof in every way one can be, growing up with no media influence and with no friends outside of her family and a small group of young children she taught in bible study.

*she follows eddie, barefoot and silent, to his dealing spot to watch him interact with his 'clients' from the tree-line. she copies the movements and facials of his female customers, who so clearly entice him.

*she begins to become enamoured with eddie, obsessed even. following behind him just far enough for him not to notice. any chance she could, 10 steps behind. peeking through his trailer windows at night after sneaking out, seeing him touch himself and feeling an unfamiliar pooling of wetness in her white untouched panties, squeezing her hand between her thighs to make it stop. she is so ashamed she confesses her sins.

when they finally came into contact with eachother, he was intrigued by the odd mannerisms and doe-eyes of the girl he'd heard of for years, only seen in passing at school.

he had bumped into her on his way to hellfire after school ended as she was heading toward the bathroom.

"oh shit," he leans down to pick up what he'd caused her to drop, a brown bible embossed with her name and a fountain pen, along with a history textbook, "i'm so sorry, i-"

when his eyes meet her face, it is paler than the rest if her body, her lips parted and eyes wide and unblinking in shock. she'd never heard his voice before then, coming face to face with her last confession. she began to sweat as she hurriedly grabbed the book and pen from him, murmuring out, "i'm sorry, eddie."

she makes a b-line for the door, turning to lean against the brick of the school holding her chest.

he is still stood in the middle of the hallway, feeling delirious after the experience with the preachers daughter.

that night he thinks back to her big eyes and parted lips and her innocence and the stark white dress she had worn and he wanted so badly to corrupt her, so badly to be the first to taint her innocence, to take her in front of his devotees watching the blood of her virtue mixing into the milky white of his climax, reassuring her it will be different next time.

he unbuckles his jeans and pulls the ripped denim and red and black tartan boxers down to his thighs, gripping his windowsill as he fists his cock to the thought of her, he opens his eyes and smirks to himself as he catches the awestruck face of the girl, standing outside his trailer, hand in her underwear, grinding onto her own fingers. he licks his lips as he watches her for a split second before meeting her eyes and shaking his head no- mouthing "stop." she does, removing her hand and tucking her arms firmly at her sides.

he closes his blinds and falls back onto his heels, head tilting towards the ceiling. a string of curses leave his mouth, his seed spilling into his hand as he pictures himself filling her unsullied womb.

send in requests for THEM.

[boundbyeclipse]

oral sex with jeremy headcanons

tags : switch!jeremy, switch!female!reader, drinking, oral sex (both receiving and giving), public!sex, slight cursing

• it was masquerade party in town tonight

• you and jeremy decided to go

• it was very crowded, loud music blasting through the building

• jeremy wore his black tuxedo while you matched him with your black dress

• you had your arm hooked around his forearm

• both of you found a bit more spacious spot and grabbed some champagne

• “what?” you ask because he cannot seem to stop staring

• he shows you a shy smile

• “you look absolutely beautiful”

• the two of you continue flirting back and forth

• champagne soon makes you both a little bit tipsy, but not drunk

• when jeremy asks you to dance his hands rest on your hips, holding them firmly

• it’s almost unbearable how good he looks

• so you just bite your lip while gazing into his dark brown eyes

• jeremy instantly senses that you’re up for something

• “do you want to leave?”

• “no. let’s find a room upstairs because i’m not wasting a ten minute ride home”

• you drag him to the second floor

• luck is on your side as you stumble upon an empty room with lockable doors

• but there’s no bed, just a table

• “stand over here” you say as you point to the table

• jeremy obliges and stands tall in front of you

• he throws away his mask and helps you with yours

• your lips collide in a hot, passionate kiss

• you begin to unzip his pants as you kiss down his neck

• a lewd moan slips past his lips

• you massage his growing length before taking it out of the boxers

• you stroke it while still kissing jeremy’s neck, being gentle and slow

• jeremy bucks his hips into your palm

• “impatient?” you smirk against his skin

• “p-please”

• you waste no other second as you get on your knees in front of him

• you stick your tongue out to kitten lick his leaking tip

• jeremy presses his lips to hide a moan as he throws his head back

• you start to suck on the tip, then taking more of him as your hand holds the base

• drool drips down your chin as you bob your head, looking up at him through your eyelashes

• “baby, it feels so good” he whispers, tugging on your hair as his hand finds its way on the back of your head

• you place your free hand on his lower abdomen

• the salty taste in your mouth and his heavenly moans leave your underwear sticking to your pulsating folds

• it tastes a little salty but you love it anyway

• you pick the pace up and it encourages jeremy to whimper even louder

• “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum”

• you hum around his length in satisfaction, impatient to make him reach his high

• it drives him crazy how pretty you look from above

• the knot in his stomach grows bigger and bigger within seconds

• you take all of his member into your mouth until your eyes water

• jeremy shakes as he reaches his climax, shooting his hot liquid down your throat

• you release it with a pop and get up, wiping your mouth

• he gives you a soft kiss as he spins you around and picks you up

• you’re then seated on the table and jeremy pulls your thighs apart

• he kneels before you and smirks as he leans in

• his lips peck your core through the panties

• “you’re so soaked” he murmurs pushing the fabric out of the way

• his hot breath tickles your skin before his tongue flicks against your clit

• “shit, jeremy” you gasp

• you grip on the sides of the table

• his large hands hold your thighs as he begins to suck on your cunt, tasting the sweetness

• you cannot help but buck your hips against him

• his nose gets covered in your juices

• he also licks a strip up your folds which leaves the hair on your body standing up

• jeremy tightens his grip on you as he grows a bit aggressive

• you cannot help but call out his name in ecstasy

• it’s getting hard to keep still and to breathe evenly

• when his tongue lays flat against your core you jump a little at the sensation

• he smiles while looking up at you through half lidded eyes

• jeremy picks up the pace as he ravishes all of you with desire pumping through his veins

• you bite your lip as you cum around his tongue, thighs shaking violently

• he catches his breath as he stands up and kisses you

• “we need a bloody napkin, like, now” he chuckles out of breath

• you both get yourselves fixed and get your masks off of the floor before leaving

• “i think we need more booze now” you flash a smile at him and make your way to the pre-filled glasses of champagne

[superherobriefings]

Zaro, Jungle Magician

Creator(s): Francois Leland

Alias(es): Zaro

1st Issue w/Uniform: Sparkling Comics #11

Year/Month of Publication: 1946/03

pdsh.fandom.com/wiki/Zaro

[iifishizzleii]

a 141!fanfic, except it’s told from the point of view of the reader’s best friend— you. like, actual you.

(pt. 2)

you, who sees neighbor!simon while walking the reader to their apartment late at night, catching simon as he steps out his apartment, locking the door and dressed to the nines in black and a balaclava, and you immediately drag reader into their apartment. you don’t even let them say hi to him because he’s a fucking behemoth dressed in “bitch what the FUCK” and with a hint of three “hell”s and four “naw”s. and there’s no way in hell you’re standing within ten feet of him without your mace. and when reader decides to bake him goodies anyways to be a ‘good neighbor’ despite your protests of “you think it’s cute until your fucking underwear is going missing when you do laundry and that guy is suddenly at every store and shop you go to”. (reader calls you an asshole for that, and you say you’re being realistic while holding back from putting cyanide in the brownie mix) and it ends up with neighbor!simon opening his door, eyes darting down to reader’s bashful smile and freshly baked goods, before widening a fraction when he sees you standing not too far behind with a metal bat behind your back.

you, who spots drunk!soap flirting with drunk reader at a bar and immediately whisks them away, arms wrapped around their sides like a mama bear carrying their cub. you ignore the pointed look the scottish man sends you, obviously annoyed at your interruption, so you flip him off and threatening to pin his dick to a wall if he so much as tries to follow you guys out. and when he persists, giving out his help to drag poor reader, intoxicated out of their mind, back to your car. so you start barking at him like how those girls would bark at unwanted attention from men in the tiktoks u see. and it shocks soap silent because one— he’s never been refused before. and two— he’s never been refused by a fucking bark. but he’s too flabbergasted (and drunk) to do much more than watch you toss reader into the passenger seat of your car and speed off. if he memorizes your license plate in that span of time, you don’t know that yet.

you, who’s visiting reader at the diner they work at. you’re sitting by yourself at one of the smaller booths— you don’t mind because you’re only there until reader gets off their shift so that you both can go hang out after. but, it’s five minutes before they can clock out when a man with skin the color of fresh soil and the roundest brown eyes knocks their drink on accident, a full pint of beer spraying all over the countertop. customer!gaz notices the spilt he caused, but only gives reader— who’d already changed out of uniform and had their bag slung over one shoulder— a glance and a quick smile before returning to his seemingly important conversation with a man in a boonie hat. and, that’s all it takes to get you rising from your seat and storming toward the scene, snagging a bunch of paper towels from your table and rushing over to help reader clean the mess up. you don’t care if you’re not supposed to— they’re off work, which means they shouldn’t be cleaning up after grown men who can’t spare their own mistakes a glance. and that’s exactly what you spit at both men, watching them both snap their heads at you as you loudly hiss, “you think you’re too fucking good to at least apologize for your mess? fucking dickeads”, then turning around to give reader a reassuring smile and helping finish in cleaning the mess. when customer!price begins to apologize and so does his companion, both looking equally apologetic, you only roll your eyes and guide reader out by the hand while also ignoring the way reader seemed to gush about both of the handsome men. as if they had conveniently forgotten about how it was their fault you both reeked of beer now.

you, who runs from hell and back to keep reader away from the 141 because they’re sketchy as fuck, even from a civilians standpoint. but, all that energy you put in redirecting their focus somewhere else, only puts it on an entirely unexpected target; you. like, actual you.

[user-zvs]

'watching from a distance'

pt.2 here

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IN WHICH, Dazai decides to stalk and approach you for your allies on the PM or in this case fuck the answers out of you.

TW: stalking, rough handling, dom!dazai, slapping, biting, pet names, anal sex, fingering, cheating?.

A/n: I didn't finish bsd so forgive me😔

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*CHUUYA IS Y/NS BF*

It was extremely cold and late at night but you adored the scenery of the streets at night, especially after drinking.

The usual street you walked on was under maintenence, which meant you had to travel the long way. You turned up the street and into an alleyway while on your phone, looking at the GPS.

About ten minutes into your walk you kept hearing heavy steps ascending behind you, but when you turned nothing was there.y You started to walk faster when you saw a shadow in the blacked out corner where the trash was.

Your breath hitched as you heard the figure say something, you stopped in your tracks. The pounding of your heart got louder as you figured out what he said as you turned around.

"I got her."

That was your que to sprint towards your house that was just up ahead, you stumbled up the front steps and fumbled to unlock the door. Once you got inside you gasped as you felt a force push open the door, it was the man who you've been avoiding for awhile.

"What do you want from me Dazai?!" Your wavering voice cried out. He slammed the door causing you to flinch on the ground, he glared at you as he locked to door and took off his jacket.

"Anwsers. Where did your boyfriend go?" He questioned as he crouched to your level, you rolled your eyes at him. He turned watched as you stumbled out of fear towards your knife that fell, you grabbed it but Dazai kicked the knife out of your hand.

"Fucking ugh-" you cursed as you held your hand in pain. Dazai crouched again and asked you the same question, you spat in his face before grinning.

"I'm not tellin' you sh-" you growled. Dazai grabbed your face before picking you up over his shoulder.

SMUT AHEAD!

He slammed your upper body onto the bed, causing you to yelp at the harsh treatment, He stood over you. The brown haired male flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled off your pants .

"Now darling, where is he?" He interrogated before rubbing your ass cheek.

"Up your as- ugh~" you moaned, Dazai harshly slapped your ass before spreading your legs with one foot. He leaned over you, chest pressed against your back as he breathed down your neck before talking.

"Don't worry I've got all night sweetheart, so work with me, hm? Just like old times." He smirked before kissing your neck, his hips grinded against your ass as he did so.

"We fucked even after you left the port for anwsers~" you moaned loudly as Dazai bit down hard, you wiggled out of his grasp and crawled onto the bed. Dazai loomed above you before sucking and biting on your neck, hand roaming your body.

His free hand slipped into your underwear to feel how wet you were, rubbing your clit. You arched your back as he quickened his pace, making you groan. He stuck his fingers in and out of your gaping hole, you hold his hair as he drags his hands along your walls. "Dazai~"The curling of his fingers causing you to whimper his name

"Sorry for this dear, I'll buy you new ones~" he huffed, he tore your underwear off in one go. The fabric leaving a burning feeling on your reddened skin. Dazai unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, you watched him lower them as you unbuttoned your shirt.

"Hands. Now." He demands, you complied by giving them to him. He took the thin belt and tied your hands to the head board before kissing your neck and licking at your sweet spot.

"What the fuck! ugh fuck~" you threw your head back at the feeling of Dazai biting roughly and thrusting into you at the same time. His pace was slow but his kisses were rough, each stroke was agony as you waited for him to go faster.

"I'll only go faster if you tell me what I want to hear. What did he tell you before he left?" He whispers in your ear as he stops entirely, You groaned as he looked down at you grinning. "Chuuya said you'd look for him." You breathed.

"Good girl, when did you last meet?" He questioned, his pace quickened as you closed your eyes. You acknowledged the fact Dazai didn't have to do this, he just wanted to fuck you like old times.

"Ngh~ never- Dazai~" the feeling of his cock bullying its way through the walls of your pussy left you speechless. His cologne engulfed your sense of smell as he sucked on your neck more, you clenched around him.

"Lie again, I dare you." He said in a low tone, it sent shivers down your spine making you arch. He pulled out and untied your hands causing you to scowl at him, his face was serious as he flipped you over aggressively.

"What th-ugh~" you yelped as he sleps your ass harshly, he grabbed a fistful of hair before aligning his hard cock at your hole. You gulped at the fact you knew he was getting mad, he was harsh as he thrushes his hips forward.

"Good girls get treated nicely~" he groans. His hips thrusting into your ass, the room being filled with claps and moans. You tried to wave your have to slow him down but instead he let go of your hair and yanked your hand instead .

"Sl-slow down~"

"No, Take your punishment then I will." He remarks, your eyes roll back as he let go of your hand and shoved your head into the pillow. Dazai's hands harsh grip your hips and slap your ass leaving marks, his pace wasn't going to slow down.

Your face was buried into the pillows with each thrust, you couldn't stop making noises. "D-Dazai fuck~ slow down!" You whimper loudly. He ignored you as he felt you clenched more around him, signaling you were going to cum.

"That's it, hm? Good girl~" You came around his cock as you screamed his name. Dazai pulled out as the string of cum followed his stiff length, he picked you up and placed you on the floor.

You were on your knees as he sat on the bed, bringing his pants a little lower. His hand stroked it a few times before looking down at you. You crawled closer as he motioned his hand.

"You gonna tell me where he is?" He huffed. Thinking it'd be funny, you shook your head no as he grabbed your jaw and sqeezed it open. Dazai thrust his hips forward, You gagged on his dick before bobbing your head on his dick.

He threw his head back and moaned, you grabbed his balls and massage them as you greedily shoved his dick in his mouth. Tears rolled down your face as you forcefully choked on his dick, mouth full of him.

"Hurry up or chuuya will be back soon." He groaned.

You rolled your eyes, so he knew Chuuya would be coming here for a visit tonight. You heard Dazai loudly moan as he shor ropes into your throat, you swallowed it gracefully as he pulled away.

"SO you knew? Then why do all of this?" You scoffed. He lazily smiled before running a hand through his sweaty hair, thinking of what to say.

"I just wanted to feel you again, is that so bad?" He lightly chuckled. You hugged him as you sat on his lap, feeling his hands snake around you. "Who're you texting?" You questioned as you layer your head on his shoulder.

"Just opening a message that's all."

Little did you know he was texting Chuuya on his cellphone. Something along the lines of:

Dazai: just fucked your girlfriend, hurry here for round two

Chuuya: on my way.

[ginnysgraffiti]

OMG Lee from bones and all clit play ONLY plzzzz im begging

I LOVE LEE'S REQUESTS-

needy lee, fingering, dirty thoughts, 18+

&. LEE x yn

it was early morning.

the rear windows of the van let a dim and sleepy light pass through the already boiling glass.

you moaned something when you realized the total presence of your boyfriend sprawled over you.

your soft sighs filled the car as your sleepy lee kissed up and down your neck, leaving his reddish marks here and there. everything that starts as an innocent walking up with him always turns out to be a physical mess.

maybe it was his eater-thing or just his habit.

"mmmh...you are so beautiful." he growled, sucking on the part between your neck and shoulder.

his voice was way deeper in the early morning.

you threaded your fingers through his soft red-brown curls and he chuckled.

his whole chest throbbed.

he was actually shirtless, without mentioning he always sleeps shirtless, but it took you a moment to realise.

"you always have to touch me, hm?" he asked, teasing you with his dumb ass smirk.

you smiled as he looked at you, leaving a kiss on your lips before he dipped into your neck again. his hand slid down the waistband of your pajama pants and your breath hitched as his bony tattooed fingers began to move into your still covered nether regions.

his hands were your religion.

no going back.

"already so wet, hm?" he whispered deeply in your ear.

he quickly slid your pants down your legs and smirked when he saw the black silk panties you were wearing.

"are they just for me baby?" lee asked, eyes sparkling.

you blushed and nodded as he rubbed your clit through your underwear, you arched your back at the contact.

he was a fucking god doing that.

les kissed your chest, sliding your underwear down, running his finger up and down your folds.

his expression said it all.

he dipped a finger in and you moaned at the sensation.

you could feel your liquids going down his fingers as you squirmed and that made you even wetter.

you know he would have licked them.

as always.

your boyfriend kissed your lips as he began to pump in and out at a slow pace.

holy fuck.

when you let out a guttural moan, an animalistic smirk appeared on his face. he curled his fingers upwards, making you gasp.

"does my dirty baby like it?" churches.

you nodded helplessly and he added a second finger, curling both of them quickly, pushing them both into you. you grabbed his strong shoulders as he pressed kisses to your jaw, sliding in a third.

all his back muscles had contracted slowly, you could feel his nerves.

"you're doing so well for me." he whispered deeply.

lee hit your g-spot, making you come in a complete mess.

your legs were shaking, but he sensed something when he stepped out.

shit.

you looked up at lee, whose eyes were wide in shock.

he pulled his dripping hand away, licking his fingers in front of you, and smirked when he realized what had happened.

you blushed in embarrassment as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

"i want you to do it on my cock now."

apparently breakfast could wait.

[opiumsturn]

My girl..

C.STURNIOLO

EXTREME WARNINGS IN THIS STORY!-Rape,sexual assault,abuse,angst,sexual abuse,// Fluff,caring!Chris,sad ass story

THE RAPE IS WRITTEN IN AROUND MEDIUM DETAIL.

IF ANY OF THE FOLLOWING^ ABOVE BOTHER YOU PLEASE LEAVE NOW. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO READ-LOVE NAZ /OPIUMSTURN

I'm at a party with my boyfriend Chris and his brothers.

Everything was going good so far. My friends and I dancing and having drinks every now, and then. I spot Chris sitting down near by the bar, and i decide to walk up to him.

"Hey baby" i say in his ear so he can hear me over the music. "Hey sweetheart whats up?" He asks holding my waist from his lower position "Nothing, 'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick i'll be back okay?" I tell him holding his arms that reach to me. He nods in approval as i walk upstairs to the bathroom to fix my makeup and hair.

"Hey." A man with dark brown hair who was wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket says to me holding my wrist. I try to move from his grip before he looks around and covers my mouth with his hand before moving me to a room near by. All my screams were muffled and no one could hear me and no one was around.

He throws me on the floor and no matter how loud i screamed no one could hear me. The music was loud nd wouldn't silence for a second. The man walks up to me on the ground picking me up by my wrist as i cry in fear. "LET GO OF ME!" I scream at him but all he does is slap my face. i took me a second to process what he had just done. My face was stinging as my sobs fell down my now red cheeks.

The man lifts me and starts to touch all on me in places that he shouldn't be. Telling me to shush, looking me up, and down biting his lip. All of it making me uncomfortable and wanting to scream but there was no use.

"I want you to take this off." He says moving his hands up and down my dress. I nod no shaking heavily from how scared i was. I didnt want to believe that i was about to get raped.

This was one of my biggest fears ever, I even would get Chris or someone to go with me everywhere even when i need to use the bathroom in public i ask Chris to walk me there or when i go to stores i ask someone to go with me in fears of this happening. Never did i expect it to happen in a place full of people like this. I start to ask myself why i didnt ask Chris to come with me.

I snap out of my thoughts once i see this man start to pull my dress down as i beg him to stop. "STOP, NO,NO STOP" I sob out causing my make up to go down my face. My dress was fully off of me and so were my heels im left in only my underwear as i use my hands to cover my exposed skin.

"Don't cover yourse-" "NO STOP LEAVE ME ALONE." I sob. Nothing worked. The man starts to unbuckle his belt and pants pulling them down to pool around his ankles. My eyes widen in shock as to what he was about to do me. He starts to kiss my neck and tried leaving hickeys but i kept moving around.

He constantly would hit me when i moved but i didnt want him on me after this or ever. He trailed down to my lower stomach pulling my panties down and kissing above my clit. I wanted to scream but nothing would come out.

The man moves me to my knees and pins my moving and shaking hands above me with his hands. He moves himself closer and closer to me making me come in contact with his dick. I move my head farther away from him trying to avoid it but it wouldnt work.

He lets go of my wrists and grabs my head moving me and sliding his dick to my lips. "Come on put those pretty lips to work hm?" The man says. All i could mumble was 'mm m' and nod no before he smacks my face causing my mouth to open from the pain and my crying. He takes this opportunity and slides his dick in side my mouth.

He started moving his hips but my smartest idea was to bite it. I bit down causing his to scream and pull out. "OW FUCK!" He yells. Instead of smacking me he punches me. Right after he picks me up and throws me on the bed and opens my legs slamming into me.

and all was left was my sobs and screams.

A few minutes had passed. The man pulls his pants back up and walks out the room shutting the door behind him leaving me fully naked on the bed. Im still crying my legs were shaking and i couldnt walk from how scared i was. I tried to get up from the bed but fell to my knees. I look around for my small purse on the ground.

I see the bag and grab it shakily unzipping it, and grabbing my phone. I could barely unlock it from how bad i was shaking but i managed to text chris considering it would he impossible for me to speak or for him to even hear me from the music.

My Baby💕

me-Chris pkease hejlp

My Baby- what? whats wrong y/n?

me-Come to the rroom uostaies niw plleassse.

read

A few seconds later Chris walks in the room looking around til he sees me on the ground. "Y/N!?" He yells shutting the door behind him and runs to me worried. "Sweetheart what happened!?" He says trying to sound as calm as possible for me, But all i could do was fall in his arms and cry.

"C'mon baby talk to me please." He begs me. "I-W-was r-raped" i sobbed out. "BY WHO?" he asks angrily. "I-I- dont K-know" i cry. Chris picks me up from the floor and sits me on the bed collecting my clothes from the floor and dressing me back up again, and put his jacket over me. While doing so he had texted who i assumed was nick and matt since they shortly after walked in.

"What happened to her?" Nick and Matt ask. "i'll explain later matt start the car and we're leaving this fucking place." Chris says as nick and matt look at each other in fear and head away to what Chris said to do.

Chris picks me up bridal style following Where Matt and Nick went to go outside. Everyones eyes were on me, my face all stained with make up and tears.

Walking out the door Chris see's Their car right by the house and runs to the car putting me down on his lap as he sits down. Nick and Matt look scared for their lives looking at how bad in shape i was.

"Chris what happened to her?" Matt asks softly with a mix of concern in his voice. "Matt, she was raped okay.." Chris says almost whispering while rubbing my head. Every few minutes he would check on me to make sure im okay.

MINI TIME SKIP

We get to the house and chris almost leaps out of the car before it even comes to a complete stop taking me inside the house and into his room setting me on his bed.

"Princess i'm gonna need you to tell me where he touched you and what he did to you okay?" He says so sotfly as if his voice could break me. "He- uh- he had made me- suc-k it a-and he put it i-in me.." i say between sobs and sniffles. "I swear to god if i find out who he is i'll kill the motherfucker" He said with slight aggression in his tone.

"Okay baby i need to take this off, 'kay? Im gonna run you a bath sweetheart." He says tugging at the bottom of my dress. I nod yes for him to take it off as he slowly removes my clothing and my jewlery.

He picks me up same way he had earlier taking me to the bathroom sitting me on his sink counter turning on the water for the bath to fill up. "Warm water baby?" He says looking back at me. I nod yes picking at the skin of my nails.

Chris turns to me while the bath fills up holding me by the sides of my thigh looking at my face seeing my bruises now that we're in bright light. "Did he fucking hurt you.." Chris asks watching me nod yes. "Oh baby.." he says caressing my face with his thumb.

The bath had filled up by now. Chris picked me up and put me in the water checking on me making sure i was okay before walking to his room and check the drawer where i keep my make-up at his house grabbing the makeup wipes and walking back inside the bathroom.

" 'M gonna clean your make up off ma okay?" He says to me. I nod at him as he walks to the side edge of the bathtub taking a make-up wipe and wiping my face so lightly like i could break if he applied anymore pressure.

MINI TIMESKIP

About and hour went by and Chris had stayed by my side the whole time talking to me and reassuring me i would be okay and that we would get through this together.

I got out the bath and chris had helped dry me off and dressed me in panties and a hoodie before getting into bed and laying me on top of him. "Chris.. 'm s-sorry please dont leave" I whisper. "What baby? no dont be sorry! its not your fault Y/n I promise and i wont leave you ever." He says before we both fall asleep in each others arms.

𝖆/𝖓- This was alotttt!!! Sorry that this was delayed so much im sorry guys!

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