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[edwin-m-stanton]

Me, the project manager for my senior project: please fill out the when to meet so we have a weekly check in.

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[gvnuzi]

Wherever you go I won’t be far to follow XD

[kimmkitsuragi]

send asks to me for my wrapped songs guys i dont wanna be responsible anymoreeeeee

[minkoq]

hmmmm angry fuck w bakugou listennn hear me outttt yall was arguing it’s heated nd turned into an angry fuck

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

angry sex with katsuki bakugou; fem! reader (aged up)

warnings: nsfw, insults, mean! katsuki, facefucking, deepthroating, impact play, degradation kink, 69, spitting, breath play, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, p in v, mating press, dirty talk, dacryphilia, creampie

a/n: most filthy smut i've ever written. enjoy :D

first of all, katsuki doesn't get that mad at you. and when he does, he usually wants to communicate his problems with you properly than to just bottle it up and then to snap at you. but today was way different.

you both walking through the front door, he was walking in front of you as you walked behind him with your gaze to the floor. "katsuki, i'm sorr-" he cut you off with a sharp glare before speaking up himself, "shut. up." his voice was on edge, "sorry won't cut it this time."

he was seething, and you knew it. "i told you there was a villain in the area, and you still decided to come to my agency! are you stupid?" he didn't mean to raise his voice, but he was so fucking worried about you. "you would've been dead by now if i wasn't there!" the thought of anything happening to you made his heart ache.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you listened to his words, "i just wanted to see you.." your voice trailed off, katsuki's eye twitched in annoyance. "and i told you to stay home! we see each other everyday, are you so dumb that you can't realise any dangers?"

these were the last words he said to you before going upstairs to your shared bedroom, to cool off probably. when the sun began to finally set and the moon came up you decided to go to sleep, and apologise to him. properly. he must've been so worried about you, you're his fiancé, he's literally planning on marrying you, and you still decided to be this reckless.

you opened the bedroom door ever so gently, closing the door behind you with a soft click. you stood awkwardly at the door, eyeing his back as he sat on his side of the bed, you took a deep breath in. the mattress dipped underneath your weight as you sat beside him. "i just missed you all day."

you probably shouldn't have said that, this just made him angry again. reminded him of how stupid you are sometimes, just when you wanted to lean in to kiss him he grabbed your chin softly. his sharp eyes gazed over your face. "missed me?" he scoffed out, "is this what this is all about?"

your cheeks heated up when he finally found you out, "are you such a stupid slut that you need to come to my agency to get your filthy pussy filled?" he asked you as he got up from the bed, towering over you as your chin was still in his grasp. his jaw clenched at your silence, "answer me."

"yes," you whimpered out, "dumb fucking girl." katsuki shot back at you, "i'll give you what you wanted right now, how does that sound?" he asked you as he slowly undid his belt and unzipped his pants.

you just nodded shamelessly as your beady eyes looked up at him, "words," he just hissed out. "sounds good, y.. yeah. yes." you stumbled over your words, it made him smirk. you were amusing him. "good."

and this is how you ended up sprawled naked on the bed whilst his meaty cock thrusted into your mouth, he gave no regards to how rough he was being. he parted your legs with his hands as his hips slammed down onto your chin and mouth. your gurgles and suffocated moans sounded truly filthy, he pressed his whole cock down your throat as his balls sat perfectly at your nose. "fuck," he groaned out as he rubbed your leaking pussy with his fingers.

"this is what gets your stupid pussy wet? having my fat cock fucking your throat? disgusting." he spat at you as he picked up his pace once more, he didn't even give you time to catch your breath properly as you downed his cock. his breath was fanning over your heated pussy, your clit twitched. "fuck, she's leaking." katsuki raised your hips as he slowly dragged his tongue down your cunt.

you moaned onto his cock, you could barely taste the salty pre cum from how fast his girthy cock thrusted into your throat. he raised his hand and roughly slapped your pussy. you choked on his cock, the numbing pain got to your head. your cunt aching from the pain but you wanted more, needed more. and he knew it too by how much your pussy continued leaking.

his hips stuttered as he felt himself close, but he picked up his pace once more before shooting his load down your throat without warning. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you squealed onto his cock, which was muffling every noise. you choked as his semen spurted into your mouth, barley being able to breathe.

he took his hard dick out of your mouth, so you could finally catch your breath. you wheezed as he changed positions and kneeled down beside you, his length still stood proud and stiff between his legs. his left hand was roughly kneading your tits as his right hand assaulted your cunt. "such a fucking slut, huh?" he spat out in a mocking tone.

your moans were strained as his fingers found your entrance, roughly spreading your pussy as he thrusted two of his big fingers in. you squirmed and squealed on his fingers, your pussy clenching down onto him and never wanting to let go. "you're so desperate," you could just nod your head stupidly at his words. your legs were shaking at his rough treatment.

you felt the knot in your stomach snap and your pussy was gushing out all the clear liquid, his pace didn't go down, even when you squirted like a fountain. your high pitched moans were truly music to katsuki's ears. he wouldn't let you calm down once tonight.

your orgasm quickly turned into overstimulation, your head was thrown back in pleasure. "makin' a mess? gross." he hissed at you with a mocking laugh, your cunt was all wet and puffy, your clit twitching. he removed his fingers from your used pussy and smacked his hand down on it once more.

you couldn't even form a coherent sentence, your mouth spilling with whimpers, moans, groans, squeals. oh, you were being so loud. katsuki shifted once more, he kneeled down on the wet spots on the bed. his fat cock slapping against your wet core. "let's see if she can handle this one." he groaned out.

and with that he thrusted his whole cock inside your twitching pussy, reaching to your cervix as your hands gripped the sheets. you cried out, you babbled dumbly as he forced your ankles up over his shoulders and slowly leaned down. he pressed your ankles onto the mattress beside your head.

somehow his cock reached even deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with every shove. "k.. ka.. katsukiii..!" you gasped out, your spongy walls were quivering under his abuse. "shut the fuck up." he hissed out as his balls slapped against your plumpy ass.

being folded in half like this made you see stars, his whole body was pressed on top of you as he basically split you in half on his cock. your pussy could only squirt in return, all your liquid shooting onto his cock, just making everything sound way more lewd. plap, plap, plap.

your mouth hung open, by now tears were streaming down your face. you weren't sure how much more your poor pussy could handle, but you needed to find out. this all was so overwhelmingly great, no need to think of anything besides this fat cock breaking your pathetic cunt.

"gonna fill this stupid girl," he groaned out as his thrust grew harsher, "yes.. yes. oh, yeah, yes!" you moaned out stupidly, he gave your pussy a few rough but slow thrusts as he shot his second load into you. "fuck," he groaned out as he rode out his orgasm. his cock twitching as his cum spurted into your puffy pussy. he took his cock out, many strings of semen connected him to your abused cunt. he smacked it a few times as his white sticky cum dripped out of your pussy onto your asshole. you were quivering, "let's stuff this one too, yeah?" katsuki laughed out as he smeared his cum onto your asshole. you just nodded dreamily.

[b1mbodoll]

HEAR ME OUTTTT

hybrid jake and sunghoon in heat PLEASE PLEASEEE ADD OMO PLEASE I BEG OF YOU

hearing u out and in return i offer hybrids jakehoon and their human owner…they Know you’re not a hybrid but when ur ovulating it’s like .. they go dumb and stupid and theyre just sex crazed himbos

you wake up to hoon sliding his cock between your thighs and jake mouthing at your tits because their brain has them thinking that their mate is in heat n needs their cocks :(

you’re Obviously turned on n reciprocate, sliding a hand between your legs to jerk sunghoon off and pulling jake in for a messy kiss that’s absolutely disgusting. poor puppy is drooling n sucking your tongue into his mouth, a pair of used panties wrapped tight around his fist as he humps his hand.

moans and whines tumble out of u and theyre quick to tear your clothes off, kitty sunghoon spitting on his cock before splitting your impossibly tight ass open, dog hybrid jake tossing your panties somewhere before clumsily humping your bare cunt, keening when he finally slips inside

they try to match each others thrusts n its not long before they cum, both cocks making you feel even tighter than usual and theyre obsessed with making you cum

they won’t stop either, no matter how long theyve been going at it; you’re their sweet little mate n your body is telling them that you Need to be fucked. they’ll fill you up with load after load after load of thick nd virile cum, getting so lost in your holes and your scent and how wet you are for them, kitty hoon’s claws sinking into your hips to keep you still as he fills you up again

puppy jake’s teeth find your throat and dig into the flesh, growls making his chest rumble as warmth spurts from his tip

but there’s something… off this time.

their cum is warm, and splashes within you and seems neverending and oh. it’s not cum

they’ve been breeding you for hours and the three of you are too dumb to realize until it’s already happening, that they’re both flooding your insides with piss

jake’s knot keeps his cum and piss locked in your cunt, the amount is overwhelming and it’s so fucking warm, but sunghoon doesn’t have a knot..

you don’t know what to focus on: how jake plugs your cunt and traps the mess inside of you? or how sunghoon’s mix of cum and piss leaks out, spilling onto the sheets and even dribbling onto your poor, stuffed cunt.

[toxicmalysh]

Guys hear me outttt

Mommy Wanda with a belly bulge kink...

Word count: 1k+

Content warnings: Top mean mommy Wanda X GN!reader (I tried my best guys sorry) fingering (r recieving), strap on (r recieving), sadism, slight squirting, slight overstim, breeding kink, sexual punishments, ellusions to sexual manipulation. This is just pure filth guys

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Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of her fingers slipping in and out of your gummy walls. Wanda groaned at the way you throbbed around her…

“God you're so tight, pretty pet.. mommy will stretch you out..”

You swore she was talking to herself at the way she lowered her voice.

Wanda had wasted no time in getting you to your room after one of Tony's party's.

You had teased her for hours, thinking the most vulgar thoughts, knowing she would be listening.

You were now shaking against your shared bed, on the edge of your third orgasm…

You whined as Wanda spat on your clit,

“Such a pretty pussy…”

She gave it a harsh slap causing you to squirt a small amount, white heat filling your head.

“Oh you like that? You like when mommy spanks what's hers? What a dirty plaything I have..”

She pulled her hand away suddenly, seconds before your much needed orgasm.

“Mommy no-”

You immediately paused your protest as her green eyes pierced yours, a look of disgust on her face.

“Wait here… do not touch yourself.” her tone was cold and firm.

You nodded quickly as Wanda walked into the ensuite bathroom. You could hear the familiar sound of her strap fabric rubbing together. Fuck. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, your cunt gushing as you tried to ignore your clit begging for relief.

You squeezed your thighs together, rubbing them slightly.. your hands found your stiff nipples, already red and sore from Wanda's sadistic tendencies. Your eyes shut slowly as you pinched and pulled at your breasts feeling your wetness sticking to your thighs.

“Ow!” You called out after a sharp sting traveled from your thigh up your leg. Your eyes shot open, admiring the harm print that was left. You then looked over Wanda stood to the side of the bed.

"What did I say?"

She was wearing her strap as expected but the attachment was new. You gulped as you processed the size of the toy. It was massive, at least 9 inches in length. How were you supposed to take that?

“Not so brave now are we?” You rolled your eyes as Wanda climbed onto the bed. Her knees spread your thighs as her hand wrapped around your throat.

“Mommy doesn't like punishing you. She likes rewarding her good pet, but when you misbehave like tonight I have to teach you there are consequences for your actions. And now you think it's acceptable to roll your eyes at me?”

It was a lie, Wanda loved punishing you, hearing the whimpers fall from your lips, listening to the squelching sound you pussy made especially for punishments, watching the tears roll down your cheeks and admiring the marks that were left on your skin.

She wouldn't admit it but she would find an excuse to manipulate you into thinking showing you when you'd done something wrong just to spank you a few times.

“I'm sorry Wanda I just dont-” you were cut off by a harsh slap on your right breast. She practically spat her words out as she leaned closer to you, her hand still squeezing your throat.

“That's not my fucking name.”

“Mommy I'm sorry..”

Your eyes took in the large dildo as Wanda began quickly lining it up with your sloppy cunt.

“If you want to misbehave and act like a brat, I will treat you like one.”

She didn't bother spreading you wetness or her spit across the toy, she simply slid it into your slippery walls, whilst simultaneously pushing your thighs to your chest into a mating press.

You both watched in awe as you saw the tip of the toy through your stomach. You moaned loudly, feeling the toy in your gut, your eyes fixated on the moving head as she moved back and forth slowly, the bulge moving with the strap.

“Look at that.. such a greedy pussy.. all for mommy.”

You nodded, your hum a broken whimper as you nodded, your lip between your teeth. Holy fuck you felt full.

Wanda wanted to take it slow, and allow you to get use to the size of the toy, but watching it move from your stomach, she gave into her needs.

She growled as she placed one hand on the bulge, you pussy making a “schlick” noise as your back arched,

“Oh my god~.”

Your moan was broken, and throaty as your hands naturally reached for Wanda's back.

You felt tears prick at your eyes from the stinging sensation and the added pressure from Wanda's hand. It hurt, so, good.

And this was Wanda's plan, to mix pain with pleasure. Force guide you into that fuzzy headspace you loved so much, and give you so much pleasure, whilst hurting you, you associated the pair.

You craved pain. Your masochistic side growing from each spank, stretch, and pinch. It was addictive.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you naturally pulled Wanda closer to you. She pulled away suddenly, and you gasped as the toy was ripped from your gaping hole. Before you could complain, Wanda dragged you to the edge of your bed, she stood in front of you, with her hand still pressing your legs to your chest, the other pushing down on your stomach. Her left leg came up to rest on the bed beside you, as she slid the toy back into you. She was able to thrust much harder and faster.

Wanda was grunting as her eyes fixated on the moving bulge, you watched her eyes, her pupils blown and her mouth pulled into a sadistic smirk. The pressure of it all was sending you head first over the edge. Wanda's voice came out as a breathless, condescending tone as if she was asking a child the question.

“What if mommy did something to her cock?”

Your eyes looked down to her strap for a moment still memorised by the visible movement. You wanted to ask her to continue but your mouth opened in a silent moan as her hand moved to your swollen clit.

“What if mommy wanted to cum inside you hm? Oh you'd look so cute, all swollen, full of mommy's pups.”

A rush of red, hot, pleasure coursed through your whole body. You felt a flash of arousal leaking around her strap.

“You like that idea hm? Want mommy to fill your little tummy up?”

You nodded rapidly, your body paralyzed as you were seconds from falling over the edge.

“God, look at that.”

A red wisp of energy flicked your chin up forcing you to look at the bulge in your stomach once more.

You both moaned in unison, growling at the new found pleasure.

“Mom- mommy.. need to cum? Please? Cum?”

You couldn't even get your words out, broken from a consistent string of moans.

Wanda's eyes flickered up,

“Go on, cum for me, milk mommy's cock.”

You almost screamed as a throaty moan clawed its way from your lips. Your pussy spasmed around Wanda's cock, the toy slipping out slowly from the force of your orgasm. Your thighs vibrated uncontrollably as Wanda kept running circles around your overstimulated clit.

“I'm starting to think I need to come up with some new punishments…”

[sturniowhore]

Bf!Matt hcs

A/n: I've had this in my drafts for months LMAO I tried my best please bare with me

Warnings: blurbs are long, smut (NSFW section), barely proof read

Tags: @bernardsbendystraws @d3axplr @mattsturnziolio @swiftiolo

Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

SFW

Bf!Matt who ties your shoelaces for you, never wanting your pretty hands to get dirty.

You and Matt walked hand in hand through the busy streets of LA. The sound of car horns and people chatting filled your ears. Usually the two of you would stay home but Matt saw that you were looking at books online so he insisted on taking you to the bookstore to get some. You were merrily walking beside him, happy with the purchases you made. You step on a thin piece of fabric and look down at your feet, your laces were untied. "Oh" you place your tote bag filled with books beside you as you squat down to tie your shoes, before you can even start Matt grabs a hold of your shoulders and brings you back up on both feet. "I got it" he gives you a playful wink as he crouches down and quickly ties your shoes for you. He got back up, adjusting the toothpick in his mouth and put the tote bag back in your hands. "Thanks" you say smiling looking down at your newly tied laces. When you look back up at him, he gives you a nod before taking your hand to continue your walk.

Bf!Matt who makes you bring your stuffies for a play date with his stuffies

"c'mon c'mon c'mon!" Matt practically drags you out of your car when you pull into their driveway. Your boyfriend takes the duffle bag that's on your shoulder and places it on his shoulder, grabbing your hand forcing you inside the house. You laugh at his excitement as he pulls you inside his room. Once the two of you were both inside the walls of Matt's bedroom, he closes the door with his feet and puts your bag on top of his bed. He's quick to unzip the zipper, pulling out your hello kitty stuffed animal. "where's Buttercup?" He asks, referring to your brown teddy bear that wasn't in sight. A thin line formed on your face at his question "Buttercup is in the washing machine right now, shes a bit rough at the moment.. I brought Hello kitty though!" You say pointing to the cat plushie in his hands. "Aw Mr. Wrinkleton was looking forward to playing with her.. I guess Hello kitty will do" Matt pouts. He immediately jumps onto his bed grabbing his stuffed pug. You sit beside him excitedly waiting for instruction, He hands you back hello kitty and makes Mr.Wrinkleton have a conversation with it. "Hewwo kitty" Matt makes the pug say. You giggle at his childish antics and nove the hello kitty toy next to the pug "hii wrinkleton!" Just then Nick walks past the door, his steps waver for a minute as he heard childlike voices and giggles, he walks backwards and back into Matt's doorframe. "You guys are literal children." The oldest triplet states, staring into the room where the two of you play. "Nick get outttt" Matt whines as he gets up and slams the door in his brothers face. Matt's back is pressed up against the door, his hands hiding his face "He's never gonna let that go now" You can't help but snicker at his embarrassment. Matt's picks his head up hearing your laughter and smiles, slowly making his way back to the bed. "Now where we're we?"

Bf!Matt who prefers peaceful dates with you

It was late at night, around 3am ish? You didn't know, your mind was preoccupied with the faint chatter of the couple in the Rom Com you and Matt were watching. His thumbs mindlessly drawing circles on your bare thigh, your head leaning against his shoulders. Your legs were intertwined under the warmth of the blanket shared among the two of you. No words were being shared, No words needed to be shared. The silence was comforting. A deep sigh left Matt's mouth and he draped his left arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. Even though the words didn't come from him you knew, this was all he could ever dream of. Just the comfort of you being there with him was more than enough.

Bf!Matt who forces you to play video games with him

"Matt, you know I'm not good at Fortnite," you whine as he hands you a controller. "I don't care. This is gonna be fun. Come up up up" he sits on his gaming chair in front of his desk and pats his lap, gesturing for you to sit. "Ughhh, do I have to? I'm gonna embarrass myself." "No, you're not quit being dramatic." Reluctantly, you get up from the comfort of his bed and make your way to him, sitting in his lap trying to get comfortable. Matt can't help but get excited when he's sharing his hobbies with you. "Okay so, X is to jump, this right button is to run, the left one is to look around, triangle is to use ur axe, square is to open things, L2 is to aim, and R2 is to shoot. Got it?" His explanation went in one ear and out the other. "Huh?" Matt throws his head back and giggles at your confusion. "It's okay. You'll learn while playing," he manges to say in-between his laughter. He presses start on the game, and the two of you begin playing. You of course die within the first minute. "This is stupid," you mumbled. "Hey, it's okay. Everyone is bad when they start playing.. Not me though, I've always been good," Matt smirks as he makes his character run towards yours. You scoff and roll your eyes "yeah of course you have."

Bf!Matt who makes you read to him

Matt's head was laying on your lap, the soft hum of the air conditioner was buzzing through the room. One hand was raking through his soft brown hair, the other hand was occupied with a book. The room was silent but It wasn't awkward, the silence was almost comforting. "whatcha reading?" Matt spoke in a hushed tone, almost like he was afraid of ruining the moment going on between the two of you. "You wouldn't like it" "just tell me" A sigh escaped your lips as you flipped to the cover of the book, "Little women, its a book about four sisters who-" you were cut off with an obnoxious yawn coming from your boyfriend. You scoffed and smacked the side of his head "ow! what was that for?" Matt said rubbing at his temple. You roll your eyes and continue reading. "Baby im sorry" Matt laughed "read to me please?" "no why would I? You called my book boring." He shook his head and chuckled, "c'monnnn don't be like that I promise I didn't mean it" You looked down at him, your cold expression not backing down. "Pleaseeee you know it helps me sleep" Matt pouts knowing it always works. You huffed but gave in, the soothing sounds of your voice as you read lulled Matt to sleep. His eyes felt heavy, every limb in his body felt like they were on cloud 9, his head sunk down on your soft thighs. Your voice was the best sound in the world according to Matt. He would listen to it all day if you allowed him to.

Bf!Matt who makes a playlist dedicated to you with all your fav songs/songs that remind him of you

Buzz buzz. Your phone vibrates through the back pocket of your jeans as you hand the customer in front of you their order. You quickly make your way to the front and check who it was. It was Matt. You excuse yourself to the bathroom thinking the worst, Matt knows your at work and never texts you. Why is he doing it today? You press the call icon on your phone, the phone rings twice before you hear your boyfriend's voice "hey!" "Hello? Matt what's wrong?" Your voice filled with concern. "Huh? nothings wrong why?" "You never text me at work I thought-" "ohhh sorry I didn't realize the time. I thought you were home my bad, I just sent you a link to something let me know what you think when your free, love you bye!" With that the phone call cut off. Still confused you go to the messages between you and Matt, just like he said he sent a link. A Spotify link. You open the link and see a playlist named Wanna run away together? Inside the playlist was all the songs that reminded Matt of you, all the songs the both of you love, all the songs that bring you joy. The playlist was nearly 10 hours long. It filled your heart that Matt would take the time to make a playlist dedicated to you. You popped your headphones in and pressed play, leaving the bathroom with a grin on your face as the songs continued to play. The smile never left your face the whole day, neither did the headphones in your ears.

Bf!Matt who always keeps a hand in your back pocket

The line in front of you was obnoxiously long, and of course there was only one lane open so you had no choice but to wait in it. "Matt were gonna miss the movie I don't even want the stupid popcorn anymore" you whine as you make your frustrations clear to him. "They're playing the previews right now we wont miss anything don't worry, plus what kind of movie experience would it be if we had no popcorn?" Matt looks down at you with a reassuring smile hoping you'd understand. A reluctant huff left your mouth as you rolled you eyes. "I swear to God if we miss anything I will crash out. I've been waiting for this for months" you exaggerate making Matt laugh next to you. Slowly you feel his hands that were placed comfortably in between yours move to your waist, then your lower back, then finally inside of your back pocket. There was nothing sexual about his touch, in fact his actions calmed down your nerves. He always knew exactly what to do.

NSFW

Bf!Matt who's favorite position is missionary

Matt couldn't stop admiring you as you squirmed underneath him. Your wrists were pinned above your head with one of Matt's hands, the other was on your hips securing you in place. His hips relentlessly continued to thrust up into you, never missing that one spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Matt please" your whines and moans were music to his ears. Your back arched as you struggled against him. His thrusts got harder and harder as your moans grew louder and louder. He leaned down, his lips meeting yours. The kiss was sloppy, he was practically eating your face off. You struggled to kiss back, the pleasure from his actions making you lose control of your actions. "c'mon Is this all you got?" He said in between kisses. You tried kissing back, you really did but the intensity of his thrusts made it impossible to focus. Matt pulled away, smirking while doing so. "M-Matt ahh" It was clear that you were close to your release Matt knew too, he brought one of his hands down to your clit harshly rubbing it. "oh my god I'm cumming" "let it all out baby." The knot in your stomach burst as your release washed over you. Matt looked down, the sight of you letting go was mesmerizing, your fucked out expression beneath him was even better. "fuck" Matt muttered as he finished inside you. He looked down at you once more, every second got better and better. "I'll never get tired of this"

Bf!Matt who is a whimpering mess when you suck him off

"Fuck baby d-don't stop" His hands tightened around the makeshift pony tail on your head. Your head bobbed up and down on his lengthy shaft. One of your hands wrapped around the parts where your mouth wouldn't reach, as your tongue gently licked his sensitive tip. "ah ah fuck" Matt was practically shaking, his knees were buckling as he struggled to stand still. His whimpers got louder and louder the more you sucked on his angry red tip. You moved the hand that was around the base faster. You looked up to see Matt in pure bliss, his head fell back, eyes were shut, and his mouth was wide open allowing sounds of pleasure to escape out from him. Matt pushed your head down on his dick, your nose almost touching his stomach as you gagged around him. "Fuck fuck fuck s-sorry baby i'm s-s'close" Matt looked down to see tears threatening to fall from your eyes and that was enough to send him over the edge. Bursts of white launched out of him and into your mouth "Oh God Y/n" He was chanting your name like a mantra, you didn't mind though every sound that came out of him was music to your ears.

Bf!Matt who loves to leave marks/hickeys

Matt's lips attached to your collarbone, hungrily nipping and sucking at any piece of flesh that he could. Your hands gripped the nape of his neck, trying to pry him off of you. "Matt please.. I have work in the morning.. people are gonna see" Matt groaned at your words, his lips moving upward to the side of your neck which would be even more exposed for the public to see. "Let them, they look good on you."

[simplygojo]

GhostFace Ep. 3 - Suguru

Author's Note: Hey y'all, Suguru's GhostFace episode is OUTTTT!! I have personally been WAITING for this one. Hope you enjoyyyy

Spooky Szn Masterlist

Pairing: Suguru Geto x f!reader

Kinks: (light)Domination & Face Fucking

Word Count: 2.4K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, domination, face fucking, aggressive oral.

You kick off your heels the moment you step through the door, sighing in relief as the weight of the day lifts from your shoulders.

Suguru had mentioned he'd be late tonight, something about a mission, and though you missed him, you had plans to unwind.

You’d been waiting all week for your popcorn and horror movie night.

Last week, you'd shown him your Halloween costume—tiny satin bunny ears, a black bodysuit that hugged your curves, and fishnet stockings that ended mid-thigh. Suguru’s reaction had been instant. 

His eyes had darkened, and he had that wicked smile—the one that meant trouble. 

He almost didn’t let you take it off, hands gripping your hips as he growled about how much you turned him on. 

You’d never seen him so worked up. 

Before he left for his mission today, he'd mentioned his own costume was almost ready and that he wanted it to be a surprise. The thought lingered, making you smile.

After making a quick trip to the kitchen, you set the popcorn in the microwave, filling the room with that buttery smell that always brought back childhood memories of Halloween marathons and staying up way too late.

As the microwave beeps, your phone buzzes. You glance down at the screen—an unknown number flashes across it.

You hesitate for a second, then answer, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder while grabbing the popcorn bag.

"Hello?" you say, shaking the bag open.

"Hello…" The voice on the other end is low, distorted, but familiar. Your heart skips a beat.

"Suguru?" You chuckle, expecting him to laugh and drop the act.

There’s a pause. "Who’s this?" The voice is cold, calculated—eerily close to something out of a horror movie.

You roll your eyes, leaning against the counter. “Very funny. You know it’s me.”

“I do now.” The voice drips with a dark amusement that sends a shiver up your spine. 

The playful tone Suguru always used, but deeper—more sinister. Your pulse quickens.

"Where are you?" You ask, peeking around the empty apartment. "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?"

There’s a soft laugh. “Maybe…What’s your favourite scary movie?”

You stop dead in your tracks, the line sparking immediate recognition. 

"Suguru, stop messing around." You walk toward the living room, the phone clutched tightly in your hand, your heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.

The line crackles for a second before the voice returns, slower, more deliberate. 

"Why would I stop when I’m having so much fun, bunny?"

The air catches in your throat. Bunny. 

Your mind flashes to last week, the memory of you standing in front of the mirror, Suguru sitting behind you, that wicked grin tugging at his lips as he watched you model your costume. 

His hands had been everywhere, his breath hot against your neck as he muttered about how hard it was not to rip the fabric off you then and there.

Your pulse races now for a different reason.

“Where are you?” You repeat, moving toward the window, peeking outside. The street is empty, but you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

“That’s for me to know… and for you to find out,” he hums, that ghost of a chuckle making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

“But don’t worry, I’ll be seeing you real soon.”

Before you can respond, the line goes dead. You stare at the phone in your hand, trying to calm the rush of excitement and nerves bubbling inside of you. 

Suguru was always theatrical, but this? He was taking it to a whole new level.

Still, something in you—something wild and reckless—wanted to see where this would go. 

You liked it when he pushed your limits, played with you, teased you. And if he was in the mood to play Ghostface tonight, well… you weren’t exactly complaining.

Suddenly, a loud knock echoes from the front door.

Your heart leaps, but you can’t wipe the grin from your face as you open the door—only to find no one there. 

You take a step forward, your eyes scanning the hallway before something soft brushes against your foot.

You look down, and a small black envelope sits at your feet.

Biting your lip, you crouch to pick it up, sliding the card out. In bold letters, it read: Let’s play a game, bunny. I’ll be waiting.

The thrill surges through you as you step back inside, locking the door behind you. 

You’re barely able to take a breath before you feel it—a strong arm wrapping around your waist from behind. 

A gloved hand presses against your mouth, silencing your startled gasp and pulling you backwards.

“Hello, bunny,” Suguru whispers, his voice dark and rich as it vibrates against your skin.

You push back into his embrace, your body already responding to the dangerous heat of him. 

The mask brushes against the side of your face, cool and smooth, as his other hand trails down your thigh, fingers tracing the hem of your shorts.

“Are you scared?” His voice is low, playful, but there’s an edge of danger that makes your body hum with need.

You shake your head, and he chuckles darkly, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “Liar.”

Suguru’s grip tightened, pulling you flush against his chest. The mask hid his expression, but you could feel his breath, hot and heavy, through the fabric. 

Your heart raced, and your body was already on edge, anticipation making your pulse throb.

He leaned in close to your ear, his voice dripping with dominance. 

“You should be scared. But I know you’re not.” His gloved hand slid lower, teasing the heat between your thighs, and a low growl escaped him as he felt how wet you already were. 

"You like this too much, don’t you, bunny?"

You nodded, biting your lip, stifling a moan as his fingers traced lazy circles over your clothed cunt, the leather of his gloves felt cool even through the fabric of your shorts. 

The tension coiled inside you like a spring, and you could already feel the control he had over you slipping away.

He released you suddenly, and you stumbled forward, barely catching yourself on the arm of the couch. 

Before you could turn around, Suguru’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back roughly. 

His mask was the only thing you could see when you turned your gaze to meet his, that chilling Ghostface smile inches away from your lips.

He lifted the mask so it rested on the top of his head, finally exposing his eyes—dark, smoldering, filled with an intense, possessive hunger. 

His lips curled into that wicked smile you knew all too well, the one that sent a thrill straight through you.

“On your knees,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative.

Your body responded before your mind even had a chance to catch up, dropping to your knees on the soft carpet beneath you. 

You looked up at him, your lips parting in anticipation, eyes wide with desire as he loomed over you like a predator about to claim his prey.

The shadow of his Ghostface costume draped around him, adding to the menacing aura he so effortlessly exuded, making your heart race faster.

His dominance was suffocating, yet it thrilled you to your core. 

You loved this—loved surrendering to him, knowing he would take everything he wanted from you. 

It made your skin tingle, your pulse quicken, the heat between your legs growing unbearable with each passing second.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone softer now but no less commanding, as if rewarding you for your obedience. 

His praise made your chest swell, a warm rush of satisfaction going straight to your soaked pussy. 

Being good for him, doing exactly what he wanted, was its own reward. The intensity in his gaze held you captive, leaving you breathless as you waited for his next move.

With deliberate slowness, he reached down, his fingers moving to the zipper of his pants. 

Every click of the metal teeth felt like an eternity, each movement stretching the moment further as he drew out your anticipation. You could barely breathe as he finally freed himself, his thick, heavy cock springing into view, hard and already leaking with precum. 

The sight alone had your lips tingling, desperate to taste him, to worship him the way he deserved.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, watching the way your breath hitched, your pupils blown wide with lust as you stared at his length. You wanted him. Needed him.

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he growled, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Your lips parted instantly, your tongue peeking out slightly in anticipation, and Suguru groaned low in his throat at the sight. 

Slowly, he guided the swollen head of his cock to your lips, tapping it against your tongue. 

The salty taste of him hit your senses, and your mouth watered, the urge to take him fully overwhelming.

But before you could move, he gripped the back of your head roughly, his fingers tangling into your hair with a possessive strength. 

Without warning, he pushed himself deeper into your mouth, the heavy weight of his cock filling you. 

Your lips stretched wide around him as he thrust forward, sliding inch after inch past your pretty lips until the head of his cock brushed the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back slightly as he drank in the sight of you, your mouth wrapped around him, taking him so perfectly. 

“Look at you… so eager to be my little slut.”

His words were like gasoline to a fire, igniting the raw desire burning inside of you. You loved the way he spoke to you like this—loved being claimed, being his. 

The stretch of him in your mouth was almost too much, but the thrill of pleasing him, of having his full attention, made the discomfort a twisted kind of pleasure.

He didn’t wait. 

There was no patience, no tenderness. 

Suguru’s dominance surged through him as his hips snapped forward, his cock driving deeper into your throat. 

He didn’t slow down, didn’t give you time to adjust. His movements were rough, relentless, each thrust pushing you to your limit. 

The slick sounds of his cock fucking into your mouth filled the room, your gag reflex triggered as he hit the back of your throat again and again.

“You can take it,” he growled, tightening his grip in your hair, controlling every movement of your head. 

“I know you can take it, baby. Be a good girl for me.”

Tears stung your eyes, and your throat burned from the force of his thrusts, but the intensity only spurred you on. 

His hand pulled you closer, forcing you to take him even deeper, until your nose was brushing against his pelvis, the scent of his skin overwhelming your senses. 

You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, the thick veins pulsing against your tongue, his dominance radiating off him like a wave of heat.

Suguru looked down at you, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he watched you choke on his cock, watched the tears stream down your cheeks. 

The sight of you submitting so completely to him, letting him use your mouth however he pleased, only made him harder. 

His hips slammed into you, and the sounds you made, the muffled moans vibrating around his cock, sent jolts of pleasure straight to his core as he watched you take him.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his voice rough and commanding.

Your hand immediately slid between your thighs, your fingers finding your clit through the damp fabric of your shorts. 

You rubbed yourself in time with his thrusts, your moans growing louder as the pleasure built, your body trembling with need. 

You could barely breathe, but the pressure building inside you was almost unbearable, and you really did want to be his good girl.

Suguru’s pace quickened, his breathing becoming erratic as he lost himself in the sensation of your mouth. 

He was close, you could feel it—the way his cock twitched against your tongue, the way his hips stuttered in their rhythm. But even as he neared the edge, his control remained absolute.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he yanked his cock from your mouth suddenly. 

You gasped for air, your lips swollen and slick with saliva, your body on the edge of climax, but you held back, your chest heaving as you obeyed his command. 

He gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“Not until I say you can.” His eyes bore into yours, dark and unrelenting, his dominance wrapping around you like a vice.

You nodded, your breath shaky, your body screaming for release as you held yourself on the brink, waiting for his permission. 

Suguru smirked, watching the desperation in your eyes as you waited for his next move. He knew the power he held over you, and he revelled in it.

With a low growl, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, thrusting deeper, faster, fucking your throat with an almost punishing force. 

He was chasing his own release now, his hand gripping the back of your head as he used your mouth with reckless abandon.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groaned, his voice tight with pleasure. “Taking my cock so fucking well… such a pretty little slut for me.”

Your eyes watered, your throat burned, but the sound of his praise sent another wave of heat rushing through you, the roughness of his voice almost pushed you over the edge. 

You could feel him twitching inside your mouth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and you knew he was close.

With one final thrust, Suguru buried himself deep in your throat, his hips grinding against your face as he came. 

His cock pulsed as hot spurts of cum filled your mouth, the salty taste coating your tongue as he moaned, low and guttural, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

He stayed like that for a moment, his cock still buried in your mouth, his hand gently stroking your hair as he caught his breath. 

Finally, he pulled back, his cock sliding out of your mouth with a soft, wet pop. 

You swallowed his release without hesitation, licking your lips as you looked up at him.

Suguru’s eyes softened, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that had streaked down your face. 

“So pretty,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You look so fucking pretty when you’re on your knees for me.”

[phantom-shell]

I can't stop doodling Fiddleford Mcgucket in my sketchbook oh god I just filled two pages with doodles of Fiddleford Mcgucket and I'm starting another one oh god oh no GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD, BANJO MAN, GET OUTTTT!!!!!

[mariahcarreyyy]

https://www.tumblr.com/countingstars-17/740343091566886912/his-side-profile?source=share

GIIIRRRRLLLLL!!!! You know all I could think about while looking at this how goooodddd it would feel to have him go down on you 😳👀

Do you see how perfect that nose is!?!?!?!?!?!?

I'm dyyyyiiinnngggg 😩

fym go down on u bae i am riding!! that!! face!!!

starting out hesitant at first before charles gets fed up (bcs i just KNOW he's the type to say "i'm not doing this for you, i'm doing it for me") & he just shoves you down om his face. He'd groan the second the wetness of your pussy fill his tastebuds, pulling you impossibely closer with his two hands on the globes of your ass.

like imagine how he'd look after you'd lift your pussy off of his face: his lips and the tip of his nose are absolutely drenched in your slick, he looks fucked outttt n u havent even touched his cock yet. you'd look down at his crotch, ready to give him anything he ever wanted after he'd made you cum hard.

but then your eyes meet his sofetning dick, the large danp patch of his cum on his boxers, and the dopey smile he's wearing right now, like he'd been the one who just had the most mind blowing & earthshattering orgasm of his life. you couldnt help but get horny all over again because what do u mean u came in ur boxers because i sat on your face????????

[lightlycareless]

Hiii 🤍

So I got this idea from one of your one-shots, the one where naoya and y/n are doing it in a mission😭

So they are secretly dating in that right ? And I thought about them in highschool AU secretly dating too🤭 And you know her siblings and friends finding out eventually, like I really wanna see naoya and y/n sneaking outttt and those stuff yk, kinda like a forbidden romance 😭

Have a good day 🤍🤍🤍 byeee!

Hellooooooooooo anon hehehe

Thank you for liking that dirty piece of mine 😏 super indulgent, of course. Glad to have it out of my system. (Edit: it said sister, wtf lol)

So anything highschool au related is like my weakness, specially if I get to write things like secretly dating aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Anyways this is a two part story!!! heheheh Didn't mean to, but after that ending, I just had to. :) I hope you enjoy it!!

warnings: none. au. highschool. Naoya is like maybe super ooc, but he adores you so. 💖 it's only expected. FLUFFFFFFF.

Happy reading!!!

Secretly dating Naoya during high school is naturally filled with clandestine meet ups here and there, made possible by you asking for permission to go the “restroom” in the middle of class, only to head up straight to the designated place of reunion: right around the corner of a distant hallway and beneath the stairs, pulled into a tight embrace as soon as you cross his sight, and subsequentially letting you know how much he missed you and how dreadful it was to be away from you for even one second!

“I missed you too!” you would exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck and attempting to pull him down for a kiss—you always hated how he forced you to stand on your tip toes, all for his seeming enjoyment. “Lean down a bit, I can't kiss you like this!”

But Naoya would only chuckle, letting you struggle a bit more until he finally obliged, taking your lips into another quick kiss before freeing you once again, to meet up later, that is.

“See you for lunch, princess.”

“… Only if you promise to not be mean…”

Naoya laughs.

Even if the two were meant to keep this a secret from the outside world, that didn't stop you from indulging in the things you always wanted to do with him, such as packing an extra box of lunch for him, obviously handmade by you, meeting up at the rooftop of whatever building was empty to have it together, and if he felt in the mood for such, feed him as well.

“Wait, before we eat, close your eyes.”

You’re no longer taken aback by requests of this nature, if anything, it excited you, so you quickly obeyed soon after. Naoya would then take hold of your hands, gently placing a box on them before asking you to open your eyes—a gasp ensued at the sight of your gift.

“No way! These are—how did you even get them?! I thought they were sold out!”

These were none other than the special edition tiramisu mochi your favorite store made just a few weeks ago. The desire to go and get a few was there, but your responsibilities at school were far more demanding, and so, you’d come to dejectedly accept the reality that you might never have them, not even a taste…

Luckily, Naoya's adoration for you (and determination to make you happy) was far bigger than anything else, literally, and with the possibilities he had… all that he needed to do was make a few phone calls and he’d soon have the happiest girlfriend in the world.

“Nothing's sold out for me” Naoya sappily admits, but to you, who was completely enamored by him at this point, was only the sweetest response yet.

“Oh, Naoya, thank you so much!!” You cry, taking him into a hug and attacking him with kisses all over his face. His cheeks become a flustering mess, and yet, does nothing to remove you. “I can't wait to try them!”

“Just be sure to eat first, though. I don't want you getting all full with mochi and then complaining you’re hungry…” he teases with a smirk.

You pout. “It was just one time!” that you wanted to recall. “But alright…”

Naoya kisses your cheek.

“Don't be upset, princess. If you want more, I'll get you more”

As long as you give him more of those sweet kisses, or more like tiramisu kisses, as they’d become known later on.

These were nothing more than just a few examples of the things you liked to do with Naoya. However, not everything would be completely enjoyable, and just as expected of life, the two were bound to eventually do things neither liked in its entirety—nothing too extreme, just… tedious by itself. Like studying.

Even then, however, Naoya always did his best to help you. Since he was the best student out of the two, he could easily provide you with the help you needed to improve your notes—if not the motivation to do so.

It was silly to think how Naoya at one point once hated doing this with you, or more like was oblivious to your actual intents when asking him for help. Back when the two were just barely staring to know each other, you'd come to him with the pretense of needing guidance with one of the many subjects you were struggling with.

And Naoya, was blunt and blind as he was with these social matters, would only limit himself to answer the follow:

“Why are you asking me? Isn’t your sister bright or something?”

It took a great deal for his friend Ranta to not slap the stubbornness out of him, instead, he managed to explain what you were truly attempting to do with these approaches. You can rest assured knowing Naoya felt like an absolute idiot after discovering this. Thankfully, now that he knows what you mean, he doesn’t let any opportunity pass. In fact, he even offers himself up for the job—even when you profusely refused.

“I don't want to study anymore…!!” You'd dramatically cry, resting your head onto your arms and down on the desk; simply continuing to whine. “I hate this!”

“Come on, princess; just a bit more and you’re done.” Naoya attempts to comfort, removing one of your hair strands covering your face. He enjoyed this silly side of you, thought it unbearably adorable… but he preferred you to be happy. By far.

“No. I don't want to; I don't care if I fail, I'm not doing this anymore! And nothing will convince me otherwise!”

“Are you sure?” He smirks, placing his arm around your waist and leaning closer to you.

“Yes!” You try your best to remain unaffected, even if deep within, you were desperately longing to bask in his touch.

“Not even a kiss?”

“Nope! Not even that!” You refuted his suggestions. “Don’t try to convince me otherwise, it won’t work!”

Well, you’d have to do better than that if you wished to stop Naoya.

“Oh, really? Not even…” Naoya then reaches for his bag to swiftly take out a small Gengar plushie. Coincidentally, the same one you saw at the mall a few days ago: the newest one Pokémon Center had released, and naturally, you’ve been dying to get. “…For this?”

You press you lips together, trying your best to control your impulses and freak out about the gift—but there’s one thing you always forget about Naoya: is that you can’t ignore his enchantments, and soon, you attempt to seize the plushie from his hands, only to once again, fail to acknowledge his impressive speed, a snarky smile on his lips as he imposes distance between the two.

“Nuh, uh, princess. You have to keep studying if you want this.”

“Just—give it to me!” you gasp, trying to reach for his arm once again, but he just keeps straying further and further away from you. In fact, he actually stands up to make it even harder for you!

But that doesn’t stop you, no, not at all, for you respond with the same energy, quick to stand up as well and throw yourself towards him in one last attempt to seize the plushie and claim what is rightfully yours!

If you hadn’t accidentally tripped over, that is, by innocently getting your feet stuck with the legs of a nearby chair and tripping onto Naoya, who instinctively grabs you and begins to worry about your wellbeing, Gengar effectively out of your mind.

Just like you—however, it was more by the fact you were embarrassed to have done such a thing, feeling nothing but stupid by allowing yourself to fall victim to such silly games, as seen in the redness of your face.

“Stop it!” you breathe, trying to free yourself from his arms, hide from his sight. But he holds you in place, fearing you were hurt. “Let me go!”

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“I’m—I’m fine, just—just let me go!” you whine, and it’s a good thing that Naoya knows you so well to the point of understanding you don’t really mean to get away from him, but rather, hide your shame—which he hopes to ease by finally giving you the plushie of your desire.

“Don’t be upset, Y/N. It was just an accident.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head, you pout.

“This was so humiliating…” you lament. “I feel like a child! Oh, I’m so undeserving of this…”

“Hmmm, if it’s worth anything, today wasn’t that bad. In fact, remember that one time when you ate chocolate ice cream and—"

“Naoya!” you gasp, he laughs.

“Alright, alright!” He cups your face, pressing your cheeks together and making you pout. “I’m just joking; trying to make you feel better, you know?”

“Doesn’t seem like it…” you frown.

“I adore all of you. Even the embarrassing parts.” Naoya leans closer to your face, rubbing his nose against yours. Your heart swoons. “So don’t torture yourself about it.”

“…I adore you too.” You confess, eager to already tell him you loved him, but only when the time was right. When he felt ready.

“Let’s take a break and get something to eat, yeah?”

 “How about ramen? I bought some packets that are supposed to be super good the other day at the market. We can just get some hot water from the cafeteria and done!”

“You know how I feel about that type of food. I’d rather take you out to an actual restaurant.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I would like to but… we need to plan these things with time so we won’t be seen” you dolefully remind him, he sighs.

“Well, nothing beats a date at school.” Naoya then jests, you chuckle.

He then cups your face once again, leaning down to kiss you tenderly.

Saying it’s a nuisance falls short to how you actually felt about this whole ordeal. About having to walk around eggshells just to go out on dates, but until both were ready to let the world known of your relationship, (or prepare for the dramatic response you know your family and friends will have to it) this will have to do.

Unless you two were to lower your guards and let someone else win you to it, hinted by the sound of a shutter coming from the door, followed by a bright flash that made you and Naoya freeze instantly, eyes wide as both slowly turned over to the entrance, loathing all of the implications this moment provided, completely petrified when realizing it was much, much worse than anything you imagined.

For standing by the door frame, stood the culprits behind it all, the last people you wanted to know of your relationship with Naoya: Gojo and Geto—the latter holding the newest bane of your existence, and the former with his mouth agape, eventually letting out a loud shriek that snapped the two out of trance.

“Wait, Satoru, Suguru—It’s not—It’s not what you think!!” You scrambled to control the situation, to no avail, for it was exactly what they thought!

The same information that had them running into the hallways and heading to God knows where, certainly not to keep this secret hidden from the world.

It was only a matter of time before the whole school knew, especially if there was a photo involved! And after that happens, you and Naoya would be forced to give out explanations to everyone that dared ask. If fate found it to be merciful on you, then the only problems you'll have will come through your friends.

If not… then it’d also be a matter of dealing with his and your family as well.

The mere thought of it sends shivers through your spine—mind scurrying to envision all kinds of scenarios possible.

“Do you think they’ll—they’ll take me out from school?” you fretted. Naoya swallows, unsure.

Guess both will have to wait and see what the future has unwittingly prepared for the two—until then, you’d prepare the speech you’ll inevitably give your parents and his in hope of defending your relationship.

…

Or at least, the possibility of remaining in contact with Naoya, if settling for the worst.

I realized that I wrote Naoya doing 1000 things for Y/N. But in my defense, Naoya is the type to give you good things and you're the type to give him good times? If that makes sense. I mean, he has a lot of money, and you're actually allowed to live a normal human life so, complementing each other!!! hahaha

Anyways, what a shocker. Who would've guessed that high school bullies Gojo and Geto were to find out you were dating Naoya first? UGH HAHHAAHHA It was only a matter of time tbh. Though I do fear for their life 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Well, since I love this concept so much be sure that I will write more about it. Or just about HS in general, agjkhasjkgas I love it 😭

Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! Can't wait to write the second part, the.... revelation and everything that will ensue. I wonder if they'll make it out of this alive? Who knows!! hehe.

Take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 16

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- It gets pretty angsty this chapter & the next few chapters! I hope the girlies can work this one outttt…🤞🏻 Please like and reblog, it means so much to me! <3 ALSO I’ll be posting twice a week again starting next week. Tuesdays and Thursdays!😌

Remy’s POV

I looked at the time on my dashboard, anxiously tapping my foot against the weather mat in my car. It was 4:15pm and they were still not here. I don’t know what the hell the crack I was smoking earlier was laced with when I thought there was even a slight chance of me getting to San Jose by car on time. I searched for the fastest, cheapest flight out of LAX I could find, and booked it.

If I could get out of here and to the airport by 5:30pm, I’d make it on my flight on time and get to the concert by 8pm the absolute latest.

I got out of my car, headed straight to the women’s restroom, when I saw Joe and three other slightly younger men sitting at a table. They were loud, drinking out of fancy cocktail glasses, and barely even noticed me walk by. I made my way over to the table, probably looking confused and a little bit pissed off.

“I didn’t see you guys come in?” I stood by their table. The four of them turned to look, fixing their eyes on certain attributes, before Joe got up to pull my chair out so I could sit. His hand grazed my lower back, his touch invading my personal space, as I sat in the chair.

“Well, we were at the bar at first, getting a couple drinks.” Joe sat back down after me, reintroducing me to the corporate bodies next to me. His hand rested on my shoulder as I mentally took myself out of my own body to get through dinner.

“Would you like to order anything? We have sushi coming out any minute. You want a drink? It’s on the company card tonight.” One of the men, Victor, offered.

“I’m okay, Victor, thank you.”

“Please, call me Vic.” He insisted.

I nodded, smiling politely, wanting to get on with the reason I was here.

I began to bring up my ideas, explaining what Rachel and I wanted to do, and even opened up the opportunity for Joe to tell them how much he likes my writing. I felt like I was just there to be stared at, like a museum display that no one bothered to read the inscription on.

I watched as they looked me up and down while I spoke, taking their time to notice the square neckline held up by my ribbon shoulder straps. I tugged at the hem of my red dress, feeling exposed and in the wrong company. I very quickly noticed they weren’t really interested in what I had to say.

They would interrupt to compare what I was saying to something that didn’t really relate, as well as direct questions toward Joe, that should’ve been for me.

I found myself fighting to get a word in, as the room would fill with laughter due to their inability to be serious.

“Seriously. How many time a day do you need to make copies for this guy, huh?” The one named Connor joked.

I fake laughed, asking myself if this was even worth it at all. Maybe this is how they network. Maybe this is how I get in with the important people, I lied to myself. I had to play the game.

“So, Michael.” I put a hand on his arm, leaning in and noticing a wedding ring on his finger. “What’s good to drink here?”

I noticed his demeanor a little flustered, flipping through the drink menu for me. Side eyeing, I caught a glimpse of Connor looking at my legs. I gracefully cross them, showing off a little more skin.

Michael waved a waiter over, ordering me a Cosmopolitan. I hated cosmos. I smiled at him with my eyes. I sipped it anyway, making sure to be delicate and proper, unlike them.

“Are you sure you want to be writing these things, instead of posing for them?” Vic said.

“Oh Vic, it’s my dream to be a columnist.” I nodded, flipping my hair behind my shoulder. “Maybe I could show you some of my outlines?” I reached into my purse, pulling out my phone.

“You can just email those to us, sweetheart.” Vic shrugged me off.

Upon seeing my phone, I saw I had 4 missed calls from Billie. My stomach dropped, seeing it was 5 o’clock already, making me more anxious by the second.

“Excuse me a minute.” I stood up, sashaying towards the restrooms. I dial Billie, staring at myself in the mirror.

“Helloo.” She answered.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t answer sooner. What’s up?”

“I was checking on you. About what time are you getting here?”

“8pm the latest.”

“But, that’s right when I go on stage.”

“I’ll be there, don’t worry! We’ll do Guess together. Or Bad Guy. Whatever you want.” I adjust my strapless bra and breasts.

“Okay. I’ll see you there, then!” I could hear them sound checking instruments in the background.

“Of course. See you soon.” I hung up.

I walked out, knowing I had to beat traffic to make my flight on time. I sit back down as they feast on sushi. I grab a few pieces, careful not to get any soy sauce on my dress. They continued to talk through me and about me, without even really acknowledging me.

Anytime I contributed to the conversation, I swear they looked at me with pity in their eyes, like I was this ditsy, precious, little thing. It made me hate myself. I wish I was another man they could respect and admire.

“Gentlemen, you’ll have to carry on without me. But I thank you for your time. I had a great time with you.” I began to stand up.

“Oh, please, stay a bit longer!” Michael begged, waving the waiter over to get me another drink.

“Really, I need to get going. But please, enjoy yourselves.” I smiled, rage building inside me.

“Before you leave.” Connor stood up, with a glass of red wine in his hand. “You don’t spend an hour with a young lady like this and not give what she wants.”

I looked over at Joe as he stood too, “Rachel’s office is yours. She’s going to be working remotely from her apartment and we wanted you to have it.”

“The- the office?” I squinted, confused as to what he meant.

“Yes, for now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He laughed, the rest of the men joining him.

I laughed in disbelief. “That‘s not what I wanted-“

“I look forward to those ideas of yours in my inbox tomorrow morning.” Connor leaned in to say goodbye. He hugged me, laying a clammy hand on my lower back.

Michael waited his turn before planting an uninvited peck on my cheek, and Vic gave me a goodbye hug, pressing his chest into mine a little too tight.

I nodded, my head throbbing and spinning from how ridiculous I felt being passed around like an appetizer.

I sped to the airport, making maneuvers I’ve never made before.

I made it 20 minutes before boarding began, going through security with nothing but my small, leather clutch. It didn’t even matter to me that my outfit was getting strange reactions from people passing by.

As if tonight couldn’t get worse, the pilot announced a delay due to an issue with the tarmac. You have to be kidding me. I text Billie I’ll be a little late, but would be there in time for Guess.

The next 2 hours go by and the plane finally lands in San Jose. I shoot out of my seat, not minding the people reaching for their overhead carry ons. All I care about is calling an uber to take me to the arena.

By the time my uber driver pulled up, it was 8:45pm. He did a double take, unlocking his car and greeting me.

“Hello, are you-“

“Remy, yes. I’m going to the SAP Center.”

He looked at me thru the rear view mirror and began to drive, noting my rush. “Is this a special event?”

“Kinda.” I tapped my foot, constantly checking the time. The acid in my stomach created a whirlpool of anxiety.

Eventually, we made it to the venue. I made sure to tip the driver, running as fast as possible, ignoring my aching feet in these heels.

I showed my backstage privileges to security at the door, hoping they wouldn’t hold me up much longer. By almost 9pm, I was finally backstage, where Maggie and Patrick greeted me and offered me food.

“I’m so late, did she already do Guess?”

She nodded. “You just missed it.” She looked like she knew Billie would be upset, like Billie already knew I wouldn’t be on time.

It felt awful, watching Billie do the barricade walk without me, smiling at her fans, taking the time to hold their hands up close. I watched the rest of the concert alone backstage on a screen, while Maggie worked her Support & Feed stand outside.

Once it was over, I stood up, fixing my dress and putting my heels back on.

Billie walked in a few minutes later holding her water bottle and a sweat rag. She looked at me, her head tilted, her brows furrowed, and her mouth slightly parted.

I braced for impact, hoping she wouldn’t be upset.

“What are you wearing?” She put her things down, taking off her rings.

I looked down at my bright red dress, “I had a work event, I didn’t even bother to change-“

“Yeah right. You wore that for work?” She stood, watching me trip over my words.

“It was at a restaurant- it doesn’t matter, I’m here now.” I anxiously laughed, hoping she’d stop focusing on that.

“Is that why you were late? You were eating with that girl? What was her name- Sydney?”

“Stevie, and no, if you must know, it was dinner at Nobu with Joe and a bunch of the executives from Variety.” I crossed my arms.

“Wait, wait, wait. What? Dinner? How’d you have dinner and drive up here, 5 hours away.” Her voice raspy as she tried to catch her breath. She needed her inhaler, I could tell.

“I didn’t. I flew on a plane.” I furrowed my brows. She was so upset, I felt like anything I said would automatically annoy her.

“You flew here? You mean this was your last stop of the night.” She scoffed. “What a waste of fossil fuels.”

“Billie, I’m so sorry, I thought it would work out better than this, and then my flight got delayed- Believe me, I tried my best to get here on time. It’s not my fault!”

“Nothing ever is, is it?” She sat on the couch. “You said you’d be here and you chose whatever the hell you were doing over keeping your promise.” Her voice was low and exhausted.

“Hey! It was for work! I couldn’t miss it! Joe promised it would get me closer to my own column! All three of the execs were there to listen to my ideas.” It stung knowing it wasn’t even worth it. But I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire

“Oh so that’s why you dressed like that! That’s why you’ve been dressing like that. Showing off, thinking it’ll get you in with the elites? Who told you that? Rachel?” She shook her head.

“What are you talking about?” I squinted my eyes.

“You send me pictures in your new work clothes, looking like the secretary every married piece of shit hides from his wife… you don’t even look like yourself anymore. And you’re fine with that. You’re fine with flaking on your friends, and giving yourself up, just to write some bullshit on a magazine no one even reads! You don’t even read it!”

“I- what the fuck do you mean!” I uncrossed my arms, feeling that sting. “I showed up! I’m here, and I tried my best! I’m sorry that I have to make just a few compromises so I can advance in my career!”

“Once you get this promotion you’ll have to make a few more compromises.” She held her fingers up, making air quotations. “And one day, you’re gonna realize you spent your whole life compromising, and never showed up for your friends or for yourself!” At this point, she was shouting. Every word resonated with me, but I didn’t want to face it.

“This is about you not understanding how much this means to me. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I hate what those people have turned you into. Look at your inability to tell people no! Rachel takes advantage of you. She makes you do her work and she gets all the credit, and you let her! And Joe tells you where to be, and what to do whenever he wants! You haven’t taken a day off in so long! Even on weekends he makes you do shit for him! And you’re not even clocked in! You get paid salary, you’re screwing your self over! What- you think they’re giving you overtime? They know you’ll fucking do anything so they made you their bitch! And don’t even get me started on you wearing this shit just so they’ll look your direction!”

“Oh, fucking please! Look who’s talking! As if you even worked a day in your life! You have the perfect voice, the perfect face, you wear whatever the fuck you want, and everyone just fucking throws their money at you! You could show up and scream into the microphone, and still sell out arenas. Everyone says yes to you, whatever you want, whenever you want it, and if there’s ever an issue, you can pay for it to get solved. I have a family to take care of, I have bills to pay! I don’t get to travel the world and be admired! I have to bust my ass to barely make it to the end of the month!”

She stood up, shaking her head, “Oh hell fucking nah! You’re really going to go there? You know the hard work and dedication I’ve-“

“You’d never understand all the hard work and dedication that went into the position I have today-“

She cut me off, “WHAT POSITION? You mean the assistant to the assistant manager bro?”

“No! Thanks to them tonight, I have my own office now! And they asked me to email them my outlines for a new column! You swear I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing!”

“OHHH WOW! My bad! She has her own office now! She’s bad as fuck!” She waved me off.

“Yeah, sorry for assuming you’d give a fuck.”

“You lied to me saying you’d be a little late, knowing you were 5 hours away, because you double booked yourself, even though you pinky promised ME you’d show up! You took a flight to make up for your lie and contributed to global warming!! And meanwhile the ICE CAPS ARE MELTING! You know what next time- don’t even show up!” She ranted, throwing her hands in the air, pacing now.

“What about all of the stupid fucking things you’ve bought that you said you’d never buy if you had this kind of money? What about all the cars! Those burn fossil fuels too, genius!”

“I barely even drive them!”

“Exactly!! Stupid!”

“What does that even have to do with any of this?”

Flustered, I found anything to cling onto. “You’re judging me and you don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about! I can’t just drop a band and get whatever I want! I need theis job!”

“You can get any other job you want!”

“No! That’s you!” My speech rapidly increasing in pitch. “Look, Billie, I was trying to be supportive and show up for you, while also worrying about my career. When you couldn’t show up for me because of something happening in yours, I was never an asshole to you!” I pointed at her, watching her expression change.

“When I pinky promise to show up, I show up!” She got closer, staring in my eyes, her voice sharp and aggressive.

“I DID show up!” I looked at her, pronouncing every word forcefully.

“You know what I mean! I wouldn’t be 5 hours away and have to rush over! I would just- BE THERE!” Her voice broke, becoming creaky and guttural.

“Billie. I am trying my fucking best here.” I felt like I was being shot in the heart.

“No! You know how exhausting it is to rely on you, and trust you’ll be there, and every single time I end up disappointed! At some point, it’s not just you thinking about your career, it’s you not thinking about me.” She took a deep breath after finishing out her sentence, wheezing a bit, thanks to her asthma. She grabs her inhaler out of her pocket, taking a hit. I watched her stabilize her breathing. I tried to think of anything to respond with, but I didn’t even know where to start.

Billie continued, “You KNOW he’s using you. You KNOW those pigs aren’t the least bit interested in what’s on your mind. Joe didn’t even care about you until you started walking around the office in a mini skirt!”

“You just can’t fucking believe that one day I could be SOMEONE other than just Billie Eilish’s friend!”

“No? What I can’t believe, is that you’d really let some piece of shit treat you like that in front of people, and not even allow you to grow unless you suck his metaphorical dick. That’s abuse of power and you know it! And you of all people should know I know a thing or two about that!”

“You of all people should know how hard it is to accept it in the first place!” I shut her up.

She glared at me, her eyes glossing and her jaw clenching, like she wanted to cry. She scanned my body, ending her stare at my red, strapped heels.

“Just leave. Don’t worry about squeezing me into your schedule anymore.” She grabbed her things, throwing them in her duffle bag.

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I Crave a Boon

ive come to the point i get to with every fandom...i NEED a stobotnik time travel...

"tch typical jamie" i hear you mutter but HEAR ME OUTTTT

a fic where each movie pair iteration meet each other and s1!&s2! stone are slowly filled with dread as they see a lack of dr robotnik next to s3! stone.

"where is he. where were WE. why couldn't YOU protect him?"

they wonder "will i make the same mistake..." and the answer will be yes.

always.

and absolutely.

because theres not a universe out there where stone is in that ship and dr robotnik isnt a jetpack away ready to grab him

also bc they forget everything the minute the timeline corrects them back to their dimensions

Edit: Fic idea inspired by this twt art by the way, go show zhampip some love 💖

[redeyerhaenyra]

Could i request a really FILTHY (🤭🤭🤭) smut with lady jessica x reader? Honestly, just add whatever kinks cause Lady Jessica is Lady Jessica (preferably not piss kink though since it not my type of tea, but you decide!!!!)

Have a nice day

Punishments with Jessica

Summary: How Jessica punishes you 🫠

Warnings: Lady Jessica is a warning herself, PUNISHMENTS... caning, sensory depravation, overstim, cunnilingus, voyeurism, fucking machines, "one of every sex toy in the known universe", Jessica is a sadist, gn reader, nipple clamps, lmk if I missed anything!

Notes: *me transferring a piss kink to you with my MIND* jkjk lol also WAY TO CALL ME OUTTTT LMAO

She really is a wolf in sheeps clothing

Shai-hulud in muad'dip fur

This bitch really has everyone convinced that she's soft and kind in the bedroom SHESSSS NOOOOOTTTT

She's worse than Feyd in some areas!!!

Fucking Feyd!!!

Oh my godddddd she's so mean

Has an elaborate 50 shades of Grey sex Dungeon room filled with. One of every sex toy in the know universe

If this was a modern au she'd have a Bad Dragon subscription

Just for you, sweet thing :)

I like to think she has either a vibrator or a cane on hand at all times

Oh yeah we aren't paddling we are CANING your poor sensitive bum :(

She's such a sadist omg

Genuinely enjoys seeing you cry out in painful pleasure

She's not all bad tho... if you consider that bad

She rewards good behaviour

(The reward is licking her cunt while she reclines in bed with a glass of wine)

Don't be fooled though, if you're a brat she has the perfect way to deal with you

And it's specifically you

She will meticulously craft the ideal punishment suited perfectly to your needs, wants... fears, even.

She has no qualms about humiliating you if that's what works

Leaving you strapped to a fucking machine for hours and inviting others to watch is one way

Or maybe you jive more with a sensory aspect

She'll tie you up, blindfold you, place noise cancelling earphones around your head and a mask around your nose so even your sense of smell is gone. The only thing you'd be allowed to feel is the cold metal clamps she has on your puffy nipples :(

If it's an overactive approach, she can finger you for days without stopping. Do not question her on this.

There are endless possibilities, and she'll try all of them out at least once.. ;)

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HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTT

training lino so he can’t cum without permission. <3

he’s a brat, of course, so he’ll touch himself while you’re away so that you’ll punish him. he always times it perfectly so that you catch him in the act. one time, you decide that his punishment is continuing while you watch.

he’s filled with shame, but he’s too prideful for it to show aside from the way his ears turn red. he goes through with the punishment, of course, but gets frustrated quickly. he’s so, so close but he just can’t make himself cum. whether you give him permission so that he finally can or not is up to you. <3

anyways, this is rotting my brain.

you say lino and i’m hearing u out…you say training and i’m hearing u out…you say training lino??? 😰😭🥰😵‍💫

i’m convinced this would be the most gratifying feeling in the world when it comes to a stubborn brat like him hehe. instead of trying to get him to behave through sweet words or harsh punishments, it's a lot more fun to gradually condition him so that he has no choice but to listen, bc no matter how bad he wants to disobey you, his body has come to rely on you only and he can’t find relief any other way <3 by the time he catches on to your motive behind gently encouraging him to cum every time he gets close to the edge, it’s already too late~

timing his disobedience so that you find him in the middle of it is exactly the kind of brat move lino would pull -_-; at first he flashes you the cockiest sultry smirk, tilting his head back, playing up his expressions and exaggerating his moans just to mess w you even further…but when you tell him to keep going and make himself cum like that, suddenly he’s not nearly as bold. the sight of his ears flushed red as he scrunches his face into a frustrated pout would make all the trouble worth it, especially when the moment of truth arrives and a shiver runs minho’s spine as he realizes he literally can’t make himself cum. he’d look so cute pumping his hand helplessly and shooting you the most pitiful glare, bc he knows now that the only way he’ll get to release is by begging you to say the words…how embarrassing for him

[sunny-ssunset]

Unbearable.

Kyle broflovski x Mute! Rebellious! Fem! Reader

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♡This is my first oneshot i'm really sorry if it is cringe i am really new to writing and hopefully this is good. AGED UP

♡If you have any feedback please like message me or comment something i am always looking to improve my writing.

He knew who she was, Of course he did. Watching and waiting until she was taken into the principals office, Over, And Over. And again.

Kyle knew she didnt really communicate. He knows that She wasn't good at listening, He knows about her small habits. The way she twiddles her hair when she's frustrated.

However Little did kyle know that one small action would change his perspective of her forever.

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The bell rang and there she was storming out as fast as possible, Kyle didnt really understand why she did that, why she was so desperate to leave. She didnt have anywhere to be? He'd know of course.

His eyes glued to her fast paced movements, her silky h/c hair flowing as she walked, walked? no actually she was striding? Maybe charging? Or-

"Khal? What the fuck man?" He looked at Kyle with a displeased eye. "We were supposed to leave for lunch ages ago why are you just standing here looking at her?" Emphasising his tone on her, Whilst Kyle snapped out of his trance.

"Yeah dude you've been watching her for the past three days its fucking weird." Stan piped up, Kyle glanced at him, looking a bit betrayed.

"But guys she like- doesn't talk, h-how is that- how does she-" He sighed, failing miserablely at justifying his case.

"Why should it matter if she doesn't talk? Kenny barely talks?" Getting a huff from Kenny in agreement

"But thats- thats different I dont understand-" "You guys its taco tuesday we are missing outttt" Cartman interjects, He then goes on about how women are lame and that he is soooo hungryy...

Kyle shook her off his mind, I mean surely she didnt think about him like this.... Right?

After sitting down in the cafeteria, Kyle looking for Y/n, Stan talking about Wendy, Cartman stuffing his face,

"Hey I'm gonna go grab my notebook? I think I left it in class." "Yeah dude thats fine see you later"

He darted out if the cafeteria, Retracing his steps back to his maths room, And in the corner of his eye he saw her.

She looked a bit disheveled, frantically looking into every drawer in the empty classroom. Kyle's gaze sharpened, He really didnt understand her. He has always been good at reading people. He can tell someones personality from a subtle movement. But he just couldnt understand Y/n, And he hated it. He hated how no matter how hard he tried, You just wouldnt open up. Kyle hated it he found you so unbearable.

Kyles daydream was interupted by Mr Mackey's voice,

"Y/n this is the third time I'm seeing you here like this. I'm going to have to send you to the principals office M'k-"

"Its my fault- I told her to get something for me." Y/n, Mr Mackey and Kyle all share a look of shock, Kyle not understanding why that came out of his mouth, Why he felt the need to save her.

"Mkay well im still gonna have to punish you so detention today after school both of you"

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As the day went on Kyle stressed about his detention, "PAHAHAHAHA KYLE- AHHAHA DENTENTION-!!!" "Shut up Cartm-" The school bell cut him off in Kyles advantage.

"I just want to get this over with and not talk about it for the rest of my life"

"Y/n And Kyle sitting in a tr-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP FATASS!" Kyle growled, Storming off to his dentention.

As he walked into the room, Y/n was already there, "Ah Kyle you are hear I trust you can keep an eye on her as i know you usually dont get into trouble M'kay, I'll fill out some errands outside if you guys just do some homework, M'kay?"

The clock ticked as Kyle hurried on with his homework, Until a note got passed to him. He looked up at Y/n, Confused he opened the note,

'Hey stalker.'

Shit she knew all along. He thought he was being slick.... :(

Kyle fumbled not really knowing what to write back

'Hi.'

He passed to note on, Red faced avoiding eyecontact.

'Thank you for helping me'

She looked up at him, tilting her head, she smiled with an expecting eye, she passed the note back on. In the corner of his eye, Kyle saw another note. He opened it up and decided not to write one back.

"Your welcome, to be honest i dont think you should just be sent away like that" He smiled, Still feeling a bit shy. Y/n smiled at him.

"Your just saying that cuz you like me." She smirked, a michevious glint in her eye.

"Y-You talk?" Kyle gasped, looking a little shocked as he realised how rude that came off, "Sorry I- uhm-"

"Sometimes." She smiled.

"I uhm- would you like to go out sometime, You know because i "Like you" "He chuckled, looking a bit embarrassed, A pink glow on his face. She giggled, nodding back to him. I guess she wasnt as unbearable as he thought.

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