#i fell in a hole at the beginning of this shoot

[januaryshopblues]

A Siren Song ✨

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ

[loverafey]

water fight !  rafe x f!reader

          ꕀ warnings - pure fluff and bickering! suggestive at the end.  wc -  612.

“come back here!”

rafe was chasing you around the house, a big grin etched onto his lips and a water gun in his arms. he couldn’t comprehend how you were so sneaky, spraying water on him from that gun of yours when he was least expecting it. well now, you have to pay the price.

your giggles echoed through the walls as you continued to run from him, trying not to slip. there will be lots of cleaning to do when you both are done, but it was all worth it. plus he loved hearing those infectious noises you were making, so full of joy. all targeted towards him.

“catch me if you can, rafey!” you snickered, waving at him as you jogged towards the entrance of the pool, not before turning around to spray some water from your water gun on him once again, admiring the way his wet shirt was clinging to his torso. fuck, those biceps.

“you brat.” he huffed, feigning anger. gripping his water gun tight, he finally got near you before shooting the water towards you, eyes lighting up as it hit the front of your shirt, pressing the trigger once again to spray the water right on your face, enjoying the sight of your nose scrunching.

“not wearin’ a bra, huh?” of course you weren’t, and he knew that quite well. you both hadn’t even woken up that long ago, and the first thing you did was hop into one of his buttoned shirts and wearing nothing else but your panties, surprising him awake by spraying him with water. he couldn’t even be angry at you after that adorable display you made, so he sought to take revenge instead, grabbing another one of his water guns. he’d make sure to thank topper later for leaving those behind.

“stop staring like that, pervert.” you sprayed water on him, causing him to do the same, the water fight going on back and forth with both of you laughing. it was cute in his eyes how you were so focused on trying to shoot him, not even realising that he was very much close to you now, closing the distance between you both.

“should’ve just surrendered, baby.” he cooed coyly, giving you a gentle shove as you tripped and fell into the water with a squeal. thankfully the depth of the pool wasn’t that much, he knew that you were safe.

“hey, that’s not fair!” you wiggled your arms dramatically in the air, blush rushing to your cheeks as you grumbled, aiming the water gun at him again. you, unfortunately, didn’t get a chance to spray water on him once again as he stepped into the pool himself, rushing towards you, swooping you in those strong arms of his, splashing water everywhere.

“got my shirt all dirty.” his fingers edged closer to the buttons of his shirt that you were wearing, slipping in through one of the holes, grazing against your skin. “woke up in a playful mood, huh?” his lips brushed against your nose, smiling as he felt you nod almost excitedly, your arms wrapping around his neck after letting go of the water gun, letting it float around in the pool. “just had to mess with me.”

“mhm, i guess.” you replied, shrugging, feeling your breath hitch as his fingers begin to undo the buttons of the shirt you were, little by little. "just wanted to see your, well, boobs." you added, grinning down at the way his shirt was pressed against his pecs, earning a scoff from him.

“maybe i’ll forgive you…” he trailed off, not specifying anything, leaning down to capture your lips with his.

[ryiju-muunie]

hiii ^^ can u write ab how perverted each JJK man is? plz plz plz includ choso!!!!! i luv my little bbg

Dirty Little Pervert!

HOW PERVERTED ARE THEY?

[Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, and Toji]

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!reader/JJK MEN Warnings: established relationship, fem!dom!reader [Gojo], sub!Gojo, anal fingering, dumbification, public sex, dub-con, exhibitionism, slave play, pet/master, hair pulling, degradation, spanking/flogging, bratty!reader [Nanami], brat taming, dacryphilia, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, sex toys, Choso's is really sweet, hunter/prey, consensual non-consensual [Toji] breeding kink, biting, blood play [blood drinking] Word count: 1941 DESC: How perverted are each JJK man on a scale from 1 to 5?

I actually had so much fun with this! I've never done a multi-fic before I'd love to do more!

This is not my most well written fic but hey it's something!

Satoru Gojo: ★★✩✩✩ Submissive/Dominant

Satoru Gojo was the most pathetic man you had ever been with. You had never heard a man cry and whimper more than him, which was strange because when you first met him you had him completely wrong. From the way he acted and from how he presented himself, you pegged him for a dominant guy who liked to fuck submissive girls. You initially thought it would be a problem, being a dom yourself. So it surprised you when you heard him casually admit to being a sub. 

“I like a real dominant woman. Someone who can fuck my smug attitude outta me.” That was all he needed to say. Because soon that’s exactly what you did. 

You just used your fingers, pumping them in and out of his tight little hole. He was already so sensitive that’s all he needed to become a slobbering and filthy mess. You watched as the boy you knew as cocky and conceded fall apart, whimpering and crying out that he wanted more.

“You like that slut?” You smirked, arching your fingers to touch his sensitive prostate. Satoru moaned, nodding his head against the bed. Both of his hands were gripping the sheets and his back arched as he felt a wave of pleasure shoot through his cock. He’d already cum several times, writhing around in it. But he still wanted more. And not to mention, you wouldn’t let him leave until you milked him completely and utterly dry. 

“M-mommy.. Please.. F-f.. mmm… shit.. Mm-fuck.. Fuck.. fuck me… p-please!” He sobbed into the cushion, jerking his hips to the sensation. It wasn’t long before he felt it get too intense and he spilled out again onto the bed, screaming out with pleasure. He threw his head up and arched even more that he possibly could. All from your plush little fingers. You hadn’t even begun to stroke his cock or fondle his balls and he was completely and utterly gone. He was in a haze, fucked dumb from your digits. 

“More…” he rasped, looking over at you with his tongue sticking out, “I want… more..”

Suguru Geto: ★★★★✩ Exhibitionist and slave play

Suguru wasn’t one for hiding his perverted nature. You shouldn’t have been surprised when you both came home from a late day at the office and he was beginning to pull down your pencil skirt. One hand pulled at the hem while the other used little force to push you stomach-first against the hood of his car. You let out a breathy gasp and turned back to him, trying to see what exactly he was doing.

“Suguru?” You asked, trying to get an idea as to what was about to happen. You didn’t want to admit but you were already soaking wet. You knew with the nature of your relationship he didn’t need to ask, if your master wanted to fuck you you knew to oblige. No matter where you two were. 

He pressed his raging boner against your ass and let that speak volumes. He hadn’t been able to concentrate without thinking about fucking you in public. He wanted everyone to hear you moan that he was yours and no one could ever fuck you like that. He wanted you to cry and choke on his cum as he pounded into from the back. Suguru wanted everyone to know who owned you. 

Your skirt came off and fell down to your ankles, revealing your underwear. He inhaled sharply and pulled his cock out from his slacks, letting it hit your fat ass with a small noise. It was within seconds that he was inside you. You gasped and arched your back, feeling one of his hands on the small of your back and the other grabbing your hair, pulling you back to him. 

“You like that, huh? Whore? Little pathetic slut?” Suguru spat in your ear, making your pussy throb in between your legs. You were the most self-respectable girl, never letting anything get to you. But in your sex life… you were a different person. You were a total slut for your husband, doing anything and everything to please him. 

Kento Nanami: ★★★✩✩ Spanking and Brat taming

Kento wasn’t a very perverted guy at all, he’d only ever really think about that stuff when he was with you. You never pegged him for the guy who was into going to fetish bars or doing ACID on a Tuesday night, and you were right. However, you didn’t account for the fact he had his own kinks and ways of pleasuring himself. He never admitted but he enjoyed his fair share of BDSM, only with the right person of course. When you came in, with your bratty nature and your big innocent eyes… he wanted to corrupt you. He wanted to cum on your tits and force you to lick it off or give you a piece of his mind after a long day of work, fucking into you with no care for your own personal boundaries at all. But… he restrained himself enough to limit his kinks to a select few things.

So you found yourself, bent over on his lap with a flogger in his hand, while his other lifted up your pink skirt. Of course, you didn’t wear underwear. He had gotten used to the fact you were the pervert in this relationship, doing everything to get a rise out of him. And it worked. You had been able to make him so sexually frustrated it was pissing him off. He needed to tame you and make you bend to his will over and over, and over again. 

Of course, it would only make you behave for about a week before you started to test his patience again, and then the cycle would repeat. And god he loved it.

“Okay dirty girl,” he spoke gently, “Remember if you stop counting I start over,” and with one fell swoop the flogger smacked your ass. You let out a whimper and threw your head back, counting the first number.

After a few more spanks from the flogger you hazily looked over at him, drool pooling on your bottom lip and dripping onto the floor, “I.. mm.. I forgot… my place,” you let out a hiss as Kento frowned and raised his hand, slapping your ass with enough force to make you cry out. “Mm! I’m sorry!” You let out a sob before he smacked it again, “D-daddy Mm.. mm sorry!” 

“You’re going to show me how sorry you really are, okay?” He raised an eyebrow as you, looking you over as your body shook. You didn’t realize it but he was so incredibly hard it was becoming painful for him.

Choso Kamo: ★✩✩✩✩ Mutual masturbation

Choso actually isn’t that much of a pervert! Choso had never found himself interested in BDSM or crazy sex. He preferred the romantic aspect of a relationship over the sexual, which he was very glad you did too. There was nothing he really wanted to try or had a desire to do. All he really wanted was to be close to you in any way possible. So maybe there was one thing. He wanted to see how you pleasured yourself when you were all alone. He wanted to see how you touched yourself to the thought of him, and he wanted to show you how he touched himself to you. 

When he suggested the idea you thought it was really sweet and agreed. It made him happy to think you wanted to be as close to him as he wanted to be with you. You watched as your boyfriend shyly peered over at your exposed pussy, glistening just for him. You placed your small vibrator over your clit, letting out a faint sigh at the new sensation. Just watching you begin to please yourself made a small jolt of electricity travel through his cock.

“Baby…” You cooed, motioning for him to lay beside you. Choso nodded and laid back, resting his head against your shoulder, “You wanna touch yourself too?” 

“Mmhm…” He nodded, looking down at his growing erection. It took a few seconds before he was freed from his pants and sopping wet from his precum. He shyly placed his hand around his shaft and stroked upwards, before focussing on his tip. You watched him with a curious expression, slowly rubbing circles around your clit with your bullet vibrator. You let out a small moan as you watched him massage the slit on his tip, before going back to stroking his length again. All the while, his eyes were on you. Your face and the cute expressions you were making. 

This felt more intimate than sex. A way to be close to one another without truly touching each other. Even though he longed desperately to touch some part of you, that’s why he was leaning his side against yours. Your warmth and your smell were so comforting, it was all he needed to masturbate near you. He really, really loved you.

Toji Zenin: ★★★★★★ Hunter/prey and CNC

Toji wins. Toji fucking wins. He’s the most perverted man you’ve ever met. The first thing he asked you when you walked up to him at that bar was your bra size, and that same night he was taking it off with one hand. Your relationship was purely sexual from the moment it began and you both loved it. You would do any kink or any weird thing he suggested, as he would for you. As long as it meant he got to breed your pretty pussy in the end. 

Today you both had decided on something… out of the norm. It was dead of night, maybe 3 AM? And you were in a lovely wooded area, running for your life. Behind you, you heard something chasing after you. Maybe it was a beast, maybe it was a man, you couldn’t tell. Toji was supposed to be chasing you, but it had been so long since you had seen him that you weren’t sure what was behind you anymore. You looked down at your surroundings but it was pitch black, the only thing you could see were a few branches in front of you. You still saw them yet you tripped. 

You fell face-first into a pile of leaves, scrambling when you heard… growling. A large hand grabbed your shirt and you gasped, struggling against it. You could barely see, you didn’t realize he had leaned down and began to bite you. You let out a cry, “Agh! S-stop!” You continued to struggle, whimpering when the man behind you broke skin and started to suck on the blood seeping from your neck. 

“Pretty thing. Shame… M’ gonna fuck you so good,” Toji whispered, throwing you back into the ground. He was giving you a chance to run, to escape. But you didn’t want to. It was so fun to role play, to pretend you were in any real danger. You knew even though your relationship was sexual he’d kill for you and your tight pussy.

“Please…” You cried as you felt your pants rip from the top down, exposing your ass, “Leave me alone…” You buried your head into the leaves, a large hand grabbing your hair and pulling you up. 

“I said I’m gonna fuck you good. Now stay quiet you fucking brat,” Toji pushed you down, making you squeal in pain as he slapped your ass a few times. Your skin stung and you knew this was just the beginning of a long sexual experience with your lovely sneaky link, Toji.

[azrielhours]

Captured

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 2018

Synopsis: The camera has been invented and Azriel takes up a hobby of capturing reader, proving how pretty she can be.

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“What is it?”

“An obscura camera, I think we called it.” You turned the device around for him to see the little hole to look through, let him hold it. “It means ‘dark room.’ Light travels in through here,” you pointed to the lens, “and an image is captured using refraction and shadows.”

Azriel frowned in disbelief, making you laugh.

“Watch,” you said, gently taking the Obscura from his hands.

“What do I have to do?”

“Nothing,” you smiled, positioning it before your face. “Smile for me.”

He gave a small, tentative smile. The distrust in his eyes had you laughing again, which made Azriel chuckle genuinely.

You clicked something. A shutter sounded, light flashed, and Azriel’s eyes widened. You pulled the obscura away as it rattled, producing a thin strip of rectangular film. Azriel’s frown returned. “It’s black.”

“It has to develop,” you plucked it away and placed it facedown. “You’ll see in a few minutes.”

“This is what you’d been working on with Nuan?” he asked, referring to the alchemist who’d been in town for a few weeks.

You nodded. “It’s an early prototype, but it mimics the way light enters the eye.” A mixture of her trinketry, your crafty impulses, and some magic. “All this work so we can finally capture your pretty face,” you teased, enjoying the pink dusting his cheeks. You turned the piece of film to him, relishing Azriel’s shock upon peering down at the photograph.

That sincere smile you’d managed to capture was how you often caught him looking at you. A sweet, receptive earnestness lighting his normally cold face. Eyes that beheld you like he missed you even when you hadn’t gone anywhere. Now etched permanently into a photograph for you to cherish.

It was your turn to blush. Playful words aside, this truly did catch his beauty.

He met your gaze. “Teach me how to use it.” You demonstrated, pointing to shoot the nearby bookshelf, but Azriel shook his head. “I want one like that,” he nodded to his headshot.

Your nose crinkled. “I don’t photograph well, Az.”

He scoffed. “Why wouldn’t you?” He positioned the obscura over his eyes like you had.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding. “I don’t like the posing.”

 “Come on,” he cooed, laughing. He reached to move your hair where it fell forward as you ducked your head, then gently held your wrists beneath your chin, broad hand easily cradling them between a thumb and two fingers. He tilted your face up with his hold. You peered at him through your fingers, rosy cheeks peeking through digits. Still holding your wrists, he took the photo effortlessly.

You uncovered your face, still blushing. He wondered how you didn’t see what a perfect subject you’d be. How you could invent the obscura and deprive him of its most obvious benefit.

Azriel studied you, and you saw the gears turn in his head. “Can I borrow it for a while?"

You laughed. “Okay, Az.”

~

It started off rather clumsy, and it took a few tries for Azriel to figure out that lighting mattered. That snapping photos with light in the immediate background ruined the film. He tested his hypothesis by capturing a bewildered Cassian, the confusion frozen making Azriel chuckle. He understood why you’d been laughing at him before. Next, he found that distance was important; that he could shift the angle of his photography. A practice shot of Feyre losing herself in a painting, so focused that she didn’t turn to wonder about the shuttering sound. Rhys landing on a balcony after training. Nesta reading ferociously by the fire.

He got the hang of it and was ready to really begin.

I don’t like the posing, you’d told him. He had no issues with that whatsoever.

The first one happened in the kitchen. The early morning hours were typically shared by the both of you on the grounds of a close friendship. You’d been sipping on coffee like it was medicinal, the light of the sun softening everything. Eyes closed, hair still slightly undone from sleep. He loved seeing you in your fancy dresses, your fighting leathers, but something about seeing you in soft, utterly personal nightwear—linen pants, knit cardigans, slippers—it spread warmth through his chest brighter than your revered sunrise. Today he'd even caught you in his t-shirt you must’ve swiped. Carefully positioning the Obscura over his face where he stood at the doorway, he snapped his photo before inconspicuously joining you, inquiring about the theft he quietly adored. Adoring your answering smile even more.

The next shot was on the rooftop. He’d caught Cassian bandaging you up after sparring. You were sat on the bench, smiling bloody and beautiful. Laughing as Cassian cracked jokes, allowing him to tend to you. He was kneeling on the ground before you, cleaning the cuts on your brow, wrapping your bruised knuckles. The sheer glee in your laugh, the way you sat so comfortably with his brother had Azriel reaching into the pocket realm for the Obscura, capturing the sight of his favourite people bantering fresh out of the ring.

One night after Rita’s, Rhys had offered to fly you home after winning a drinking game against Azriel. He’d winked at the bested Shadowsinger, taking you into his arms and shooting to the sky. Azriel grumbled at first until he’d realized the opportunity he had mid-flight with Rhys ahead. You reached to the skies above, stretching like you could grab the very moon, safe in the High Lord’s arms. He wished the Obscura had the power to capture the sound of your laughter as well, but he’d gladly settle for your silhouette marked by the Night Court stars, their beauty dimmed in the face of your exquisite joy.

The next photo was stolen after a Hewn City mission. You’d been in a billowing dark gown, face so ethereal, so striking and utterly beautiful that he’d struggled to look at you face-on. Everyone had taken to sprawling on the couches after coming home, still in formal attire, helping themselves to drinks as they winded down. You’d fallen asleep at some point, stretched comfortably across the sofa with your head nearly hanging off, hair cascading around you like a halo and down the sofa to the ground. Feyre mentioned wishing she could paint the sight of you, sleeping like some spite or nymph, some woodland creature of beauty, your dress ballooning around you like a nightshade flower. Azriel silently pulled out the Obscura, taking his time levelling the device so the light of the hearth illuminated your face.

“What is that thing you keep doing?” Cassian asked lowly.

Azriel focused, capturing the shot. Taking another one just for good measure. “Nothing.”

His favourite photo was of you and Nyx. You’d been playing with the boy on the balcony, blowing bubbles as he tried dutifully to pop them. They’d land and settle in his hair, making you laugh boisterously, head tipping back as Nyx laughed with you unwittingly. It was like the sun loved you, how it always shone upon you, doing the work for Azriel. He took the photo, falling into the easy routine. Once that photo developed, his heart skipped a beat at its sight. At the promise it captured that he wished was his.

He was a lucky bastard to have this gift—a device that finally allowed him to freeze the light that you were in his life, to etch the sights he so sincerely loved. God, you were special. Azriel had to walk away from the balcony, still staring at the little strip of film, more invaluable than precious jewel. How lucky he was to witness you. Luckier still to capture you in still frames, while you unknowingly captured his heart.

~

Azriel found you in your room, sitting at your vanity. He handed the obscura to you. “There’s no more film.”

You laughed. “Wow. How many photos did you take?”

He shrugged, smiling roguishly. “A handful.”

“Can I see?”

He handed a few.

You rifled through them, gasping at the quality. “These are amazing.” He’d captured Feyre descending the stairs in her regalia, beautiful like a divinity of legend. Nesta pouting playfully, glaring right at the camera. Mor putting earrings in before an outing. “Their mates would love these,” you murmured.

“They would,” he agreed.

You shook your head, stunned. “God, they’re beautiful.” Azriel didn’t know if you meant the photos or who he captured in them. “I wish I photographed this good.”

He would’ve laughed at the absurdity if he could resist his scoff of disbelief. “You do.”

You just shook your head, sneaking a quick glance at yourself in the mirror before eyeing the photos again.

Azriel’s heart stuttered. “You do,” he repeated. “I—” he reached into the pocket realm. “I took some of you as well.” Handing over a few photos, he watched closely as your eyes widened. You took your time studying each photo, brows pinched. He didn’t know if it was in dislike, or—

“Wow,” you breathed. You met his gaze. The fragility in them told him it was awe. “Azriel,” you breathed again, assessing the shots. “Wow. You make me look…”

You faded to silence. “What,” he gently nudged you.

“Pretty.”

He tried to speak. A breath puffed out of him. “Y/n,” he couldn’t stop the reverence in his tone. “You’re beautiful. What do you mean?” He didn’t care how it came off, how saying it warmed his cheeks.

He’d only pulled out a few of the tamer photos. The ones of you with his family or in mundane solitude. He immediately pulled out the rest, laying them before you. The pinch deepened between your brows, looking at the one of you after Hewn City. “Oh my god,” you breathed. You had no idea you could look so… “beautiful.”

“Yes,” Azriel nodded. “Beautiful.” He pointed to the one of you in the kitchen, freshly woken up. “Here as well.” Always.

You took your time studying them, unable to find it in you to care about how stupidly vulnerable this struck you. Too busy grappling with the comfort of feeling this seen. You finally met his gaze, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that look in his eyes was…

If you were well and truly self-indulgent, you may have called it how you felt inside.

Azriel wished he had just one more piece of film to capture the look on your face. The depth of fondness in your eyes, like he was worth seeing. His heart stuttered again, holding that stare like he could pour his affection directly from his eyes to yours.

“Will you be keeping these?” you asked about the photos.

Azriel chuckled. “Yes. Try taking even one away.”

Oh.

You blushed, breaking his stare. A fine line to toe with your friend indeed.

But Azriel enjoyed that conviction on your face when you saw yourself as he did. “Okay,” he let up, exhaling in mock annoyance. “You can have a few.” He took most of the photos back, making sure to leave you with a copy of the Hewn City one. “I mean, I can always take more.”

You laughed, standing to retrieve your satchel, pulling out spare film. You showed Azriel how to load it in, but before handing the Obscura back, you eyed the first photo he’d taken, with his hands holding your wrists. “I want one like that,” you said, reaching for his face.

He laughed but didn’t bat your hand away, to your pleasant surprise. Only standing firm, albeit leaving his face uncovered. You cradled his face gently by the chin in one hand, resting your fingers on his cheeks, barely pressing. He smiled warmly at you, looking right through the camera at you. You captured him.

“There,” you handed back the obscura. “Now I got you,” you held up his matching photo.

He liked the sound of that. “I have you too,” he raised his collection of your photos in his hand in reminder. “And I’ll be keeping you with me.”

~

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[mariacallous]

“Did they really decapitate babies?” my 14-year-old daughter asked me yesterday. She was pointing to a text message on her phone from a friend. “They’re saying they found Jewish babies killed, some burnt, some decapitated.” And I froze. Not because I didn’t know what to say—though in truth I didn’t know what to say—but because for a moment I forgot what century I was in. All of the assumptions I had made as a Jewish father, even one who had grown up, as I did, with the Holocaust just a few decades past, were suddenly no longer relevant. Had I adequately prepared her for the reality of Jewish death, what every shtetl child for centuries would have known intimately? Later in the day, she asked if, for safety’s sake, she should take off the necklace she loves that her grandparents had given her and that has her name written out in Hebrew script.

The attack by Hamas on Israeli civilians last Saturday broke something in me. I had always resisted victimhood. It felt abhorrent, self-pitying to me in a world that seemed far away from the Inquisition and Babi Yar—especially in the United States, where I live and where polls repeatedly tell me that Jews are more beloved than any other religious group. I wasn’t blind to anti-Semitism and the ways it had recently become deadlier, or to the existential dread that my family in Israel felt every time terrorists blew up a bus or café—it’s a story whose sorrows have punctuated my entire life. But I refused to embrace that ironically comforting mantra, “They will always want to kill us.” I hated what this tacitly expressed, that if they always want to kill us, then we owe them, the world, nothing. I deplore the occupation for both the misery it has inflicted on generations of Palestinians and the way it corrodes Israeli society; when settlers in the West Bank have been attacked, it has pained me, but I have also felt anger that they are even there. In short, I wasn’t locked into the worldview of my survivor grandparents and I felt superior for it.

But something in me did break. As I was driving on Tuesday, I heard a long interview on the BBC with Shir Golan, a 22-year-old woman who had survived the attack at the music festival where more than 250 people were killed, her voice sounding just like one of my young Israeli cousins. She described, barely able to catch her breath, how the shooting had started and how she’d begun to run. She’d found a wooded area and tried to hide. “I got really into the ground,” she said. “I put the bushes on me.” Covered with dirt and leaves, she’d waited. A group of terrorists had shown up and called for anyone hiding to come out. From her spot under the earth, she’d seen three young people, whom she called “children,” emerge. “I didn’t go out because I was scared. But there were three children next to me who got out. And then they shot them. One after one after one. And they fell down, and that I saw. I saw the children fall down. And all that I did was pray. I prayed to my god to save me.”

I pulled my car over because my own hands were shaking as I listened. She then described waiting, hidden in the dirt under bushes for hours, until she saw the terrorists begin to light the forest on fire. “I didn’t know what to do. Because if I’m staying there, I’m just burnt to death. But if I go out they are going to kill me.” She crawled over to where she saw dead bodies and lay on top of them, but the heat soon approached, so she found more bushes to hide in until she could run again. Burnt bodies were everywhere, and Shir looked for her friends but couldn’t find them, couldn’t even see the faces of those killed because they were so badly burned. “I felt like I was in hell.” She finally escaped in a car.

Her story flung me back to my grandparents’ stories. My grandmother hid in a hole for a year in the Polish countryside, also under dirt, also scared. My grandfather spent months in Majdanek, a death camp, and saw bodies pile up in exactly this way. Stories are still emerging of families burnt alive, of children forced to watch their parents killed before their eyes, of bodies desecrated. How was this taking place last Saturday?

But these stories aren’t what broke me. What did was the distance between what was happening in my head and what was happening outside of it. The people on “my side” are supposed to care about human suffering, whether it’s in the detention camps of Xinjiang or in Darfur. They are supposed to recognize the common humanity of people in need, that a child in distress is first a child in distress regardless of country or background. But I quickly saw that many of those on the left who I thought shared these values with me could see what had happened only through established categories of colonized and colonizer, evil Israeli and righteous Palestinian—templates made of concrete. The break was caused by this enormous disconnect. I was in a world of Jewish suffering that they couldn’t see because Jewish suffering simply didn’t fit anywhere for them.

The callousness was expressed in so many ways. There were those tweets that did not hide their disregard for Jewish life—“what did y’all think decolonization meant? vibes? papers? essays? Losers”—or the one that described the rampage as a “glorious thing to wake up to.” There was the statement by more than two dozen Harvard student groups asserting, in those first hours in which we saw children and women and old people massacred, that “the Israeli regime” was “entirely responsible for all unfolding violence.” And then there were the less explicit posts that nevertheless made clear through pseudo-intellectual word salads that Israel got what it deserved: “a near-century’s pulverized overtures toward ethnic realization, of groping for a medium of existential latitude—these things culminate in drastic actions in need of no apologia.” I hate to extrapolate from social media—it is a place that twists every utterance into a performance for others. But I also felt this callousness in the real world, in a Times Square celebratory protest promoted by the New York City chapter of the Democratic Socialists of America, at which one speaker talked of supporting Palestinians using “any means necessary” to retake the land “from the river to the sea,” as a number of placards declared. There were silences as well. Institutions that had rushed to condemn the murder of George Floyd or Russia for attacking Ukraine were apparently confounded. I watched my phone to see whether friends would write to find out if my family was okay—and a few did, with genuine and thoughtful concern, but many did not.

I’m still trying to understand this feeling of abandonment. Is my own naivete to blame? Did I tip too far over into the side of universalism and forget the particularistic concerns to which I should have been attuned—the precarious state of my own tribe? Even as I write this, I don’t really want to believe that that’s true. If I can fault myself clearly for something, though, it’s not recognizing that the same ideological hardening I’d seen on the right in the past few years, the blind allegiances and contorted narratives even when reality was staring people in the face, has also happened, to a greater degree than I’d imagined, on the left, among the people whom I think of as my own. They couldn’t recognize a moral abomination when it was staring them in the face. They were so set in their categories that they couldn’t make a distinction between the Palestinian people and a genocidal cult that claimed to speak in that people’s name. And they couldn’t acknowledge hundreds and hundreds of senseless deaths because the people who were killed were Israelis and therefore the enemy.

As the days go on, the horrific details of what happened—those babies—seem to be registering more fully, if not on the ideological left, then at least among sensible liberals. But somehow I can’t shake the feeling of aloneness. Does it take murdered babies for you to recognize our humanity? I find myself thinking—a thought that feels alien to my own mind but also like the truth. Perhaps this is the Jewish condition, bracketed off for many decades and finally pulling me in.

When news broke of the Kishinev pogrom in 1903 that took 49 lives (compare that with the 1,200 we now know were killed on Saturday), it caused a sensation throughout the world. “Babes were literally torn to pieces by the frenzied and bloodthirsty mob,” The New York Times reported. “The local police made no attempt to check the reign of terror. At sunset the streets were piled with corpses and wounded. Those who could make their escape fled in terror, and the city is now practically deserted of Jews.” In response to that massacre, the emigration of hundreds of thousands of Eastern European Jews to the United States began in earnest; the call of Zionism as a solution also sounded clearly and widely for the first time.

In his famous poem about the massacre, “In the City of Slaughter,” the Hebrew writer Haim Naḥman Bialik lamented, even more than the death, the sense of helplessness (“The open mouths of such wounds, that no mending / Shall ever mend, nor healing ever heal”), the men who watched in terror from their hiding places while women were raped and blood was spilled. I can’t say I know what will happen now that this helplessness has returned—if I’m honest, I also fear that Israel’s retaliation will go too far, that acting out of a place of victimhood, as right as it may feel, will cause the country to lose its mind. Innocent lives in Gaza have been and will be destroyed as a result, and competing victimhood is obviously not the way out of the conflict; it’s the reason that it is hopelessly stuck. But in this moment, before the destruction of Gaza grabs my attention and concern alongside fear for my relatives who have been called up to the army, I don’t want to forget how alone I felt as a Jew these past few days. I have a persistent, uncomfortable need now to have my people’s suffering be felt and seen. Otherwise, history is just an endless repetition. And that’s an additional tragedy that seems too much to bear.

[vhyunjinverse]

Diner Boy

m!reader x dean winchester (18+)

summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.

warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”

“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“

“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.

It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.

You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.

Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”

“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.

“…yes.”

the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..

“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.

He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”

Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-“ You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Can you write a story that has Thomas Hewitt getting jealous at a guy flirting with his S/O please love your work🙏🙏🙏🙏

Jealousy Jealousy

It shouldn't bug him so much. Especially after all this time.

It wasn't your fault after all. Anyone with eyes could see how beautiful you were. Everything about you was crafted by some higher being, sculpted from the stars and the skies. And you were so sweet, so kind. You brought a smile to even Uncle Monty's face.

And most of all, he knew you loved him. He repeatedly told himself, saying it over and over again in his head like his own personal mantra. As long as you loved him, he didn't need anything else.

Thomas's eyebrows furrowed as you laughed at the joke. He couldn't tell you jokes. But this stranger could. This handsome, younger man with perfect teeth and perfect hair. He looked like one of those men on the front of the harlequin novels Hoyt steals out of suitcases.

You laughed again, head thrown back. God, you were perfect. Too perfect for him. This stranger was the type of man you deserved.

From the back room of the gas station, Thomas shifted his weight nervously. He knew he should have left you at the house. It was a bad idea, just like Hoyt said. You brought to much attention to yourself. Unknowingly and unwittingly, of course. Never your intention.

But you had a magnetic power around you, drawing people in.

Your soft eyes were what made him fall in love with you. When his family first found you, hiding out in their barn, crying your eyes out, he felt a pang in his heart that was new to him. You looked scared and you were alone. Everyone else had left you, all meeting their ends by his chainsaw.

He asked you why you didn't struggle and you always shrugged "I guess they were never really my friends to begin with. They tried to leave me for dead. "

And he didn't question it at first. After all, it all brought you to him. You were his now.

But-

You should hate him. You should fight him. You shouldn't be able to stand the sight of him. You were better off with this man, this stranger who could give you the life you deserved. The overwhelming feeling of despair hit him like a shot to the stomach.

But then you turned to him. And smiled. That sweet smile, the one that lit up a room and light up his life. And it was directed at him. It was his smile.

And for a moment, all was right in the world. You chose him.

But then-

"So, I gotta wonder... What's a sweet thing like you doing in a shit hole like this?"

From afar, Thomas could see you bristle, your demeanor change from jovial to defense "What's that supposed to mean? There's nothing wrong with here."

The stranger laughed "Yeah, it's cute in tetanus shot kinda way. But nowhere such a hot piece of ass such as you should be. "

Thomas ought to punt this creep straight into a grinder. His fist balled up and he began stalking towards him-

Except you beat him to the punch. Quite literally.

The stranger fell to the floor, holding his bloody nose. Whimpering. Thomas was surprised, he didn't think this guy would go down that easily. The man wasn't as tall as him, but he was still a sizable man. And you floored him.

Looking back to you, he watched as you shook your hand out, cursing under your breath "Fucking hell, dude! Your face made out of concrete?!?"

"YOU BROKE MY NOSE, YOU BITCH!"

"Yeah, and I'll do it again if you don't get your ass outta here!"

The man, holding his bleeding nose, lifted himself off the ground, shooting daggers at you. Instinctively, Thomas placed his body between the two of you, glaring back at him.

The stranger, though looking absolutely terrified, feigned confidence and scoffed as he walked by. You grabbed Thomas's arm, shouting as the stranger left the store "Yeah! Get out here, you-"

Thomas spun you around, grabbing your face in his hands. He looked you over, looking for any signs of harms. You scrunched your nose "I'm fine, Thomas!"

Thomas huffed, pulling you close to him. You laughed in his arms, standing up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his mask. Thomas looked down at you, taking in the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, he had nothing to worry about.

[vyntagess]

scream your love for me

in which; billie wants you to scream your love for her from the rooftops. literally.

a/n: basically porn with no plot 😭, i wrote this cause i dunno man…

sub!reader, dom!billie, strap, oral, fingering (all r receiving)

“you’re so pretty, baby…” billie purred into your ear, her fingers pumping steadily in and out of your pussy. her free hand was splayed across your lower back, pressing you against the railing.

tears were in your eyes from the effort of keeping quiet, whimpers and whines slipping out ever so often. the cool night air battered against your skin, making you shiver. that was quickly resolved when billie pressed her front to your back, her warmth seeping into you as she worked your folds relentlessly.

“you’re so wet for me...” she all but purred, her free hand sliding up your side to gently cup your tits. her ringed fingers gently kneaded the flesh, holding you to her as your arousal gushed over her fingers. billie curled them, pressing them so perfectly against your spongy walls.

just when you started to tighten on her digits, she pulled away, a confused whine leaving your parted lips as your eyes fluttered open. though, before you could turn back to look at her, billie’s hands were already on your ass, face-to-face with your folds.

her tongue met your clit, a shiver running through your body as a moan finally left your lips. you could feel that shit-eating grin between your legs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. it felt too good for any protests to even begin to form on your tongue.

billie’s lips wrapped around your clit, suckling all the built-up. she hummed, vibrations shooting up through your core. the pleasure was everywhere between your legs, your eyes rolling up to the sky as your back arched into the railing. when her teeth grazed and nipped lightly at your skin, a cry escaped from your lips and suddenly you were gushing all over her tongue, body slumping and shaking as her hands supported you.

before long, her tongue left your clit as she stood up. the silicone tip of her strap pressed against your sensitive hole as she turned your head, leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours.

“taste yourself.” billie murmured quietly, holding your cheek with one hand and your hips with the other. with a swift motion, she bottomed out inside you, holding you still as she swallowed all of your moans.

“ah-mm, bil… m’sensitive!” you whimpered to no avail. she paid no mind to the shakiness in your voice.

“wanna hear you scream your love for me, pretty. let the entire world know how good i make you feel.” she purred, pulling back from the kiss. a silvery string of saliva connected your lips before it broke, leaving only the feeling of her hands and metal pressing firmly against your ass. oh, and also her cock moving in and out of you.

your moans grew considerably louder, your bottom lip red from how hard you were biting earlier. your body was on fire, the lewd wet sounds of your pussy accentuating your moans. you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the coil inside you was building already.

the base of the strap pressed against billie’s clit, her breaths getting heavier and her thrusts becoming shaky as she breathed heavily onto your shoulder.

she was absolutely drunk on the way your back arched, the way your jaw fell, the way your pussy tried to suck the strap deeper. billie adjusted slightly, this new angle increasing your pleasure tenfold. stars exploded behind your eyes every time the tip of her strap hit your g-spot, your moans faltering every time it did so.

“b-billie…”

“yes, pretty girl?” she hummed, knowing you were close from how your legs were trembling.

“i’m—fuck!” you cried out, your head tossing back as you gushed all over her fake cock. billie’s eyes lit up with delight, slowing her thrusts to help prolong your orgasm. she was practically drooling at this point, her grip on your hips bruising.

anybody could look up and see this. but it felt so good, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

[star-suh]

Bounty Hunters

Kim Jungwoo x Male Reader

cw: wild west au, top jungwoo, some angst ig, hate fucking to fluff fucking idk, bareback, creampie, a kinda toxic relationship between them, some spit play.

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this is the story of kim jungwoo and yn ln, two 'silly' bounty hunters that can't stand each other except when it comes to sex.

“hey you son of a bitch” jungwoo exclaimed shooting at yn's feet. “what are you doing with that poster. that reward is for me, i am looking for him already.. forget about him, go get another".

“oi you bastard, look where you're shooting at”. he sighed. “and this” he signals at the paper with his finger “this is my reward, i came here first, bitch”.

“who are you calling bitch?” jungwoo's left eye twitching in anger, “should i remind you who's the bitch?” he came closer towards yn grabbing the hair on the back of his head, pulling his face closer “huh?” anger laced in his tone. yn laughs, pulling his lips closer to jungwoo’s and when they're about to kiss yn’s lips ghosted the others lips and instead went straight to his ear “you're just jealous i’m not your bitch”. yn kiss jungwoo’s cheeks and left. leaving a flustered jungwoo even more angry. “cute” murmured yn.

the day passed and jungwoo still has not found the wanted guy on the poster but then something caught his attention, yn was coming out of the police station with some bags of gold coins. then both made eye contact, something that yn took advantage of to mock jungwoo. showing him the bags of coins and ripping the wanted poster in pieces.

jungwoo’s blood was boiling, how is it possible that that dumbass has collected the reward and not him. yn went to a saloon and bought a bottle of liquor to celebrate. just when he was going to taste the liquid the bottle exploded into pieces. confused he looked to the floor and then to the sides, and there he was. jungwoo with a sinister smile, he had shot his precious bottle of liquor.

“what the fuck kim jungwoo” yn sprinted towards him. “stop or i'll shoot” jungwoo aimed his pistol directly at yn's forehead but this didn't stop him, “i'm not scared to die, what about you?” yn pulls out his gun and puts it on jungwoo's forehead too. the cold metal of each other's guns pressed against their heads. veins popping in their necks and faces red, showing how angry they were…

jungwoo was back in his room. reflecting about his actions today, he almost killed the only person who has been with him since the beginning of becoming a bounty hunter. he hated yn but he also cared about him, something he would never admit in front of the other.

it was almost midnight when someone knocked at jungwoo's door. his sleepy form stood up and opened it when something fell to the floor. jungwoo turn on the lights and saw yn covered in blood. “what the- what happened?” jungwoo said concerned, something that surprised yn. “i got into a fight and they shoot me on the arm” he answered.

“you're such a dumbass, a stupid motherfucker and a pain in the ass, you know that?” jungwoo hit his head lightly, “they should've shoot you right in the middle of your forehead”. he went to his nightstand pulling out a leather bag with some first aid elements.

yn takes off his jacket and shirt so jungwoo can patch his wounds, thankfully the bullet passed the arm and is not stuck on there. “you look pretty when you're focused” yn jokingly praised. jungwoo in return pressed the wound making the other squeal in pain “shut up” he whispered.

after some back and forth whispers between them they stare at each other, lost in the moment and with their lips a few inches apart they kiss. it was their first kiss, their lips didn't touch each other even in the nights of wild sex. it was a sign that they couldn't hold it anymore. “i hate you so much” jungwoo whispered, discarding his pants and yn's.

“then… hate me more” yn replied.

the top didn't wait to impale his shaft on the bottom’s hole, it went straight in, drawing some whinings from yn’s mouth. jungwoo channeled all the hatred he had for yn into the sex session. he was rude, rough, using yn for his pleasure, not caring if he's being hurt or not… for now… “slow.. down” yn pleaded unable to match jungwoo’s pace. “shut up” jungwoo opened his mouth using his thumb and index finger to spit on it and kiss, “use that mouth for something more interesting” he introduced his fingers and then licked the saliva on it, repeating the process more times.

jungwoo pushed yn's face against the mattress using his right foot, while he made sure to keep pounding him. “you're hole is perfect for my dick. you were made to pleasure me.. learn your place” if words could kill yn would be already in hell. he just nodded, his whimpers being muffled by the mattress while tears rolled down his flushed cheeks and his eyes were rolled back. jungwoo didn't realized, until now, that yn's arm was bleeding. his roughness had opened his lover's wound, something that made him stop his thrusts, positioning yn in missionary.

yn could finally see jungwoo's face, he was crying but not for pleasure, he was sad. “what happened?” yn asked, worried about his companion. jungwoo lost for words just plop himself on top of yn, hugging him making sure to not hurt his wound more. “you're a fucking fool, you know that?” he cleared his throat, “i'm sorry” he apologized “i didn't mean to hurt you. b-but… you know how scared i was when i saw you like this” he took a deep breath trying to calm down “i-i don't like seeing you like this yn.. please take care of yourself” jungwoo finally let out his feelings for yn, “i like you. please don't get hurt. i wanna keep seeing your ugly face for a long time”.

“i… i appreciate this vulnerability moment from you but, how you manage to say that while still being rock hard inside me” yn responded, earning a soft punch from jungwoo in his chest. “you're really good at ruining special moments, dumbass” jungwoo exclaimed and yn just laughed.

“i like you too”...

the sex continued but this time it was slow, more intimate. they both felt liberated, letting go of the burden they had been carrying on their shoulders, their repressed feelings. before, sex for them was like a way to release stress, now it has become a more intimate act where they can be vulnerable and connect with each other. their happily ever after moment. yn keep kissing jungwoo, his lips were one of his favorite parts from him.

“i wanna keep seeing your pretty face too” he said.

[anemptypuddingcup]

“L-Luffy!~ Luffy I can’t take a-anymore!~” You cried out as Luffy kept pounding into your tight and soaking hole. Luffy smiles and presses and open-mouthed kiss to your lips as he shoves his cock deeper into you. “Cmon baby, you can take a lil’ more can’t you?” He giggles, his mouth now trailing down to your nipples. He latches his mouth onto your nipple making you moan from from the intense pleasure you were already feeling from his cock. You moan and arch your back as you feel him suddenly shove himself farther into you.

“L-Lu! Luffyy!~” You whined out as you feel his arm wrap against your back as he pulls your body up closer to his. Luffy groans as he feels your walls clench around his dick, making him quicken the pace of his thrusts. He grips your chin and pulls you in for another sloppy kiss as he falls farther into the pleasure with you. “Hah fuck, I feel you! I feel you!~” He moans into your shared kiss. You whimper as you felt another orgasm rushing up through your core and being pulled out of you. “I want you to be numb, I want all of those bad feelings to go- a-awayy~” Luffy says, wrapping his arm tighter around your body. You whimpered as his cock pushes hard against your cervix as beads of sweat from him fell onto your body. “L-Luffy!~ I-I can’t take much anymore~” You whine out as he begins to pick up speed.

Luffy brows furrowed as he closes his eyes from the pleasure of your walls pulsating around him. “Oh fuck~ M’gonna! M’gonna cum!” He groans. Luffy presses his lips against yours and pulls you in for another sloppy kiss while his cock massaged your walls so good. You cry out into the kiss as you feel him push against your g-spot. You whine even more while Luffy wraps his arms around your body to hold you in his warm grasp while he fucked you. The sound of his hips snapping sloppily against yours had turned your on even more, with you noticing how sloppy you both had gotten from the recent rounds you both had. Sloppy trails of his cum connected from his lower abdomen to your pussy, making you blush even more. “Oi, focus on me!” Luffy says as he pulls his lips away from yours. He slams his hips against yours hard, causing you to moan out in pleasure and squirt all over his lower tummy. “CUMMING! S’COMING OUT!~” You whined as you continue to squirt on his abdomen. Luffy fucks you through your orgasm as he grew so close to his, while you cried out even more from the overstimulation. “L-LUFFY PLEASE! LUFFY!~” You cried as his cock continues to push against your spongey g-spot.

Luffy groans as and grips your hips tightly as he speeds up once again, his orgasm just a few more thrusts away. “Cumming! F-FUCK!~” Luffy slams his hips against yours one last time before his cock shoots his cum deep into your womb. You whine as tears began to fall down your face from the harsh overstimulation. Luffy cradles your body as began to breathe heavy, with a few tears brimming at his eyes as well. You whimper while he presses a slobbery kiss to your lips. You both began to make out as you came down from your high with your pussy throbbing and his cock twitching. “Ya numb? Did I make you go numb?” Luffy asks as he pulls back from your lips. You slowly nod in response while he holds your body tightly. Luffy smiles, happy that he had accomplished his mission in making you go dumb on his cock.

He presses a kiss to your head and yawns as he grows tired from his intense orgasm. You smile and lay your head into his neck for comfort as you also grew tired.

[daydream-cement]

In The Closet (NSFW)

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Miranda comes to visit you in the storage closet.

Second weekend in Smutember with @alexusonfire! The first week prompt is over the clothes!

The door to the file room opened and closed quietly behind you, making you glance over your shoulder. Your eyes narrowed skeptically at your girlfriend who had entered who's smirk gracing her lips was as mischievous as ever.

“What are you doing all holed up back here?” Miranda inquired, approaching you from behind. Her height allowed her to glance over your shoulder to the case files stretched out before you.

“I ran out of things to do, so I am alphabetizing the files like they should be.” You huffed as you thought over all the work you had done in the past hour. The same work that had been caused by some of your coworkers inability to put things away properly.

Miranda chuckled softly at your snide remark, her arms wrapping around your waist. The physical contact only melted you a bit as the annoyance you had for your coworkers still was in the forefront of your mind. “You need to relax, honey…”

“I need to finish my work.” You retort, craning your neck back to shoot her a look.

Miranda only hummed, her hands drifting to your midsection to begin tugging your blouse fabric from where it was tucked into your pants.

“Mir…” You warn, shifting away before she suddenly pulled you back to her body.

“Relax…” Miranda cooed to trail her hand over your pubis to cup your sex over your work pants. She knew exactly where to press her fingers so as to stir desire within your abdomen. Back and forth she rubbed her hand over your mound causing you to whine involuntarily. At the sound of your soft noises, Miranda whispered in your ear, “There we go…”

“Mir… We can’t…”

“Shhh…” Miranda hushed you and drew her free hand to grope your breast over your shirt. You braced yourself against the open drawer and file cabinet, trying to spread your legs the best you could to give her greatest access.

You felt yourself growing wetter and wetter at the way Miranda groped you. It was so possessive and dominant - a trait typically reserved for the confines of your bedroom.

“We should probably make quick work of this, huh?” Miranda whispered, her hand moved from your breast to wrap around your waist. She drew you backwards and sat herself on a chair, spinning you around, and guiding you to straddle her thigh. Her hands gripped your hips and she guided you in rolling your hips back and forth to grind against her.

You fell apart in her lap. Your forehead dropped onto her shoulder as the most desperate whimpers left your body. You pressed your hips harder and harder against her thigh seeking as much friction as possible to stimulate your clit.

“Let go of all that stress, beautiful.” Miranda cooed in your ear, her face nuzzling into your neck to press kisses against your throat. Her tongue gliding over your pulse point made you shiver as it coincided with a particularly intense roll of your hips, making you gasp.

Miranda’s hands gripped at your ass, but she allowed you to control the rapid pace of your grinding as you chased your peak. She tightened the muscles in her thigh and pushed it up into your cunt. You were whining and softly crying out as you jerked your hips against her thigh.

“Come on, sweetness. Come for me.”

You felt yourself choke back a sob as you knew you were close, but grinding over your clothes was a hindrance to the possibility of an orgasm.

The grinding of your hips was furious. You needed this terribly, but the orgasm alluded you. “I’m- I’m t-trying.”

You could hear your male coworkers roughhousing in the hallway. It felt so wrong that their presence outside the room made the grinding against the constable feel even better. The thrill of being caught with your girlfriend had you biting your lip and slowing your grinding to make each roll of your hips worth it.

You were happy with your change of pace as each roll of your hips made your whole body shake. You grunted with each shutter of your body. You were getting so close. Just a little bit more.

“Come on, beautiful… I know you are close.”

The way Miranda’s voice was filled with desire pushed you over the edge. Your body jerked and trembled as your orgasm washed over you. To steady yourself, you wrapped your arms around her neck and held her tight.

Only if you could have seen the delighted smirk on Miranda’s face as her hands traveled up and fingers splayed across your back. She hugged you close, resting her chin on your shoulder. “That’s a good baby.”

You giggled softly and snuggled closer to enjoy a few more moments of physical contact before you would both have to return to work.

Miranda’s grip on you loosened and she leaned back in the chair so she could look at you. “I actually came in to ask if you wanted to get dinner delivered to the station.”

“Easily distracted, hm?”

“When you are involved? Yes.”

You had to roll your eyes at the corniness of her sweet statement and lifted yourself from her lap before anyone could walk in on you. You didn’t make it far from Miranda when she stood and took your hand, pulling you back to her. She put her hand on your cheek and wrapped the other around your waist to kiss you senseless.

When she finally let you go, you were dizzy from the intensity she kissed you with.

The dazed expression on your face made Miranda giggle and squeeze your shoulders. “I’ll order your favorite, okay?”

You gaped and nodded, eyes soft as you looked up at your sweet girlfriend. Every day you couldn’t think you could love her more, but every day she proved you wrong.

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[kennarose1108]

My World (Negan Smith x Reader !DAUGHTER OF RICK) !PART 4!

It was the middle of the night and you had left the room while Negan was sleeping to get something to drink as your throat was abnormally dry and you didn't feel like waiting Negan up to escort you just to get a glass of water. You were walking down the hall groggily, a yawn escaping your lips as your gaze was on the floor. But as you turned a corner your gaze fell upon a pair of shoes at the end of the hall. You slowly looked up and furrowed your eyebrows as you saw a unfamiliar woman with a gun in her hand.

You froze in place and stared at her with a look of confusion. She stared back, her eyes wide before he aimed her gun at you. You gasped loudly before she began to shoot. You were able to duck yourself behind the wall at the corner before any real damage was done.

But you fell to the ground and shrieked in pain as you felt a searing pain in your left shoulder. Your hand went up and you immediately felt a wet feeling seeping through your fingers. You turned your head and saw blood staining your shirt and hand crimson red. Your eyes were wide and horrified as you had never bled so much.

But you were quickly brought back to reality as you heard her footsteps walking down the hall and to your direction. You quickly stumbled onto your feet and began running down the hall. When the footsteps stopped the shooting began again. You were ducking and moving erratically as bullets flew by you. You ran past another corner and when you did you saw a bunch of men running past you with guns. You turned your head but when they looked past the corner you watched as their bodies fell to the floor before they could even aim. You screamed and continued running as fast as you could.

As you were running you pushed through a door and continued to run. The sounds of multiple firing behind you went further and further away. Your adrenaline was taking over as you ran and you barely acknowledged where you were going, you were just running... All up until you bumped into somebody. You gasped and stumbled back and the person grabbed your uninjured shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing?! Why are you out here?!" The person hisses and you recognized the voice... It was Simon. You stared up at him with wide eyes and you were unable to speak. Simon gently pinched the hole on your shirt where your wound is to examine it. "I'll take you to the infirmary." Simon says as he gently grabs your upper arm and begins pulling you away. You still heard the sound of shooting but it was far away now.

You turned your head, afraid that the shooter would appear behind you. "You're safe. We have men on the shooter as we speak. They should take them down soon." Simon says. He was right. After about another minute or two the sound of gunfire stopped.

Simon pulled you into the infirmary and Dr Carson looked at the two of you. "Get her stitched up." Simon says while forcing me to sit down on the exam table. Dr Carson's eyes widened when he saw me, knowing how serious this was because of who I was. He nodded and quickly began getting out his surgical tools.

"I'll go and inform Negan." Simon says to you. You look at him nervously before nodding. You knew you were in deep shit. Simon then left the room.

After about thirty minutes Dr Carson was finished stitching up your wound. Luckily there was an exit wound so it was a simple procedure. But your shirt was drenched in blood. Dr Carson had to cut some parts of it so he could wrap a bandage around your wounded shoulder but just enough to give him access to the parts of your shoulders he needed to wrap up but enough to keep you covered as well.

"How are you feeling?" Dr Carson asks. "...Woozy." You say. Not to mention it hurt like hell. Once the adrenaline wore off in your body you were left with a searing pain in your shoulder and it was even more agonizing when he stitched it up. Since it was the apocalypse he didn't have drugs on hand to make it any less painful so you had to sit there and deal with the pain.

"That's common. You'll be alright as long as you keep the stitches clean. Here, I'll help you up." Dr Carson says while holding out his hand for you. You take his hand and he helps you off the examination table. "Thank you." You say softly. Just as he was about to respond the door to the infirmary burst open to show Negan in a rage. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of you and grabbing your wrists a little too harshly for your liking.

"What is wrong with you?! Do you have a death wish or something?!" Negan hisses, his face just inches from yours. Your eyes widen, "Negan I-" He interrupts you. "I wake up to the sound of gunfire. You're gone, I get worried and Simon comes to me and tells me you've been shot." Negan says while shaking you a bit. "Do you understand how terrified I was?! I thought you were dead! You're goddamn lucky it was only your shoulder!" Negan shouts.

"Why the hell were you out?! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Negan growls. You stare at him wide-eyed momentarily before speaking up, "I-I... I just wanted some water..." You say in a low tone of voice. "Water? That's it? You got shot for water?" Negan says in a rough and angry tone of voice. You looked down at the ground and frowned. "I'm sorry..." You mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Negan looks down at you before sighing deeply. He looks off to the side and he seems lost in thought. He then looks back at you before grabbing the back of your head and pulling it to his chest. He sighs against you as he holds you tight.

"I coulda lost you..." He kissed your head and took in your scent, "I've never been so scared in my entire life..." He mutters, just barely enough for you to hear it before he pulls you into a very tight hug. You hug him back but it doesn't take long for your shoulder to throb from the pain of being against something.

You let out a hiss before pulling back and rubbing your shoulder gently. Negan gave you a pitiful but also angry look. "Let's go. I'm bringing you back to bed." Negan says while grabbing your other shoulder and pulling you along with him. You both walked to your room, his hand gently on your shoulder as you walked. You didn't speak, neither did he. There wasn't much to say. He said enough.

When you got back to your bedroom he ushered you inside and got you into bed. "I have to do some damage control... I'm going to have somebody at the door. But I'll be back. I promise." He says. You nodded and he kissed your head before leaving.

You slept. All you did was sleep. Your mind and body were exhausted so all you did... Was sleep. But then you woke up, god knows when to Negan shuffling around the room and gathering things. You sit up and wince as your shoulder doesn't feel any better. Negan hears you rustling around in bed and he turns around and smiles at you. "Hey there darlin'. He says while walking towards you and sitting down on the bed next to you. "How do you feel?" He asks.

"Sore..." You answer while rubbing your shoulder gently. He nodded, "I figured..." He murmured while brushing some of your hair behind your ear. You noticed he was wearing his whole getup and had a gun in his holster and Lucille was leaning against the wall next to the door. "Where are you going...?" You asked. Negan stared at you for a minute before looking away and clicking his tongue. "To see Rick and his people," Negan says. You furrow your eyebrows. "I'm coming." You say. "The hell you are," Negan says right after you finish speaking and he looks at you.

"Why can't I come?" You ask. "Because what we're doing is not pretty sweetheart." He says. Your breathing gets shallow, "...What are you going to do?" You ask in a low tone of voice. He swallows hard and sighs, "The one who shot you and killed a bunch of my men was from Rick's group. I've also gotten intel that Rick has been grouping up with people and teaming up against us. So... I'm just going there to negotiate." Negan says.

"'Negotiate'? What the hell does that mean?" You ask as you feel like you already know what he means. He stares at you. Just fucking stares. "Negan!" You say a bit too loudly. He sighs, "We're going to give them an option. Either they submit to us or we kill them all." Your eyes widened as you process this information.

"Negan... Y-You can't! You'd be killing my family!" You shouted. "I'm your family." He says. "Yes... You are. But my dad and brother are also a part of my family!" You say with anger in your voice. "Well, they shouldn't have screwed me over," Negan says while standing up. "Negan, don't do this... Please. I'm begging you." You say while grabbing his wrist to stop him from leaving.

He stared down at you. You could tell he was conflicted on doing what he thought was right and his love for you.

"Please... I just got them back..." You say just above a whisper. He stared at you for another second before turning his head away and sighing deeply. "I'm sorry." He then pulled his wrist out of your grip and quickly walked to the door. "NEGAN NO!" You screamed while shooting up out of bed but by the time you got to the door he had already slammed it shut and locked it from the outside.

You banged on the door and screamed for him to let you out. You shook the doorknob but nothing worked. Tears rolled down your cheeks in grief and frustration and your body shook with fury.

You tried everything over the last half an hour. You tried to use something in the room to break down the door but all that left you was the person guarding your door to yell at you to quit it. You checked the window and saw you were too high up. You would definitely twist or break your ankle if you dropped down.

But what choice did you have?

You opened the window and sat on the edge of the window. You took deep breaths as you encouraged yourself to do this. You took one last breath before throwing yourself out the window... And just as expected... You twisted your ankle. You let out a cry of pain on impact which most likely alerted the person outside your door, so you had to be quick.

You quickly got to your feet and you began to hurriedly limp yourself to the nearest car. You got into the car and quickly began to hotwire it... When you were a teenager you hung around the wrong crowd and luckily learned to hotwire a car.

When you finally got the car started that's when you noticed the person guarding your door running outside and calling for you. You quickly put the car into drive and got out of there with the person chasing after the car before giving up and running back inside.

You hauled ass over there and by the time you got there, there was gunfire and people dead. Your breath hitched as the gunfire stopped... But the Saviors were still standing.

"No..." You murmured before getting out of the car. The Saviors pointed their guns at you before realizing who you were and lowering their guns. You limped around the town until you see a sight that shook you to your core....

Your father was on his knees, as was Carl... And Negan was about to swing his bat to the back of Carl's head. "NOO!' You shrieked which made Negan stop in place and look at you with a face of horror... You both just stared at each other with looks of horror on your faces. ...How could he? He knew how much Carl meant to you... How much they both meant to you.

But then suddenly a tiger came out of nowhere and killed one of Negan's men. Gunfire arose and you quickly ducked and hid behind a car. Your breathing was heavy and tears pricked your vision.

But now was not the time to cry.

One of the Saviors dropped dead next to you and you let out a scream as blood splattered onto your face. But then you noticed he had a gun... And you remembered your father teaching you how to use a pistol when you grew up. So you grabbed the gun for protection but you didn't dare aim it at anyone.

Gunfire flew past you and almost hit you. You realized this wasn't the best place to hide so you got up and began to quickly limp away but that was when someone grabbed you and lifted you up which made you drop your gun. You screamed, kicked, and flailed around. The person holding you hissed and said, "Stop it!" And you realized it was Negan which made you freak out even more.

You began to punch his arm but he didn't flinch or release his grip on you. He just carried you to a truck, threw you into the back of it, and slammed the door shut. You tried to get out but he locked it... This son of a bitch and locking you out...

The car began to drive and that's when the tears finally fell. You sniffled and cried yourself into a ball... Did you feel weak? Yes. But at least Carl and your father were safe... You hoped.

The car came to a stop and a few of Negan's men came and grabbed you. You continued your screaming, flailing, and spitting while they carried you into a cell. They threw you inside and locked the door. You sat on the floor and continued to cry. Your ankle and shoulder throbbed and your heart ached with grief...

How could he...?

Hours passed and finally, the door opened. You didn't look up, you knew who it was.

The silence was deafening.

Finally he spoke.

"I did what I had to do." He spoke in a low voice. You didn't say a word, you just glared at the ground with tears in your eyes. "Y/N... We have rules... You have to understand that." He says. You wanted to yell and scream but your voice ached and you just didn't have the energy to fight anymore.

He let out a sigh before turning and taking a step and you finally spoke, "I'll never forgive you for this." You say while glaring up at his back.

He turned his head slightly to the side to glance at you from over his shoulder. You could see the pain on his face.

"I can live with that." He says.

He then finally walked out and shut the door, leaving you in darkness with your thoughts...

PART 5?

[flufffilleddonut]

Angelic Retribution

Summary - Adam has been annoying Lute for weeks, pushing her further and further to the limit. When an event on Extermination Day presents Lute with the opportunity to get her revenge, however, she happily takes advantage of it.

Word Count - 1200

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For the past couple of weeks, Adam had been increasingly getting on Lute’s nerves. Any time he had encountered the slightest inconvenience or issue of his own making, Lute was called upon to fix it. It seemed as if the first man couldn’t handle doing anything on his own.

This came to a head on Extermination Day, when the pair were hunting down demons alongside the rest of the Angelic Army.

Adam was in pursuit of a particularly fast sinner, soaring through the sky of the Pride Ring at a very high speed. His full attention was focused on the demon, allowing the upcoming billboard to go unnoticed, until it was too late.

By the time he had spied it, Adam had no chance of pulling up and avoiding it, due to its close proximity and how fast he was flying. Tensing his body to brace for the impact, Adam shut his eyes as he smashed head-first into the billboard.

Adam, expecting to feel himself crash to the ground, was slightly confused when no such collision came. Instead, he felt as though he were hovering in place.

He opened his eyes to reveal that he had indeed crashed into the billboard, breaking his mask apart, but that his body had not gone through it entirely. He was wedged into the hole that he had created just below the base of his wings, with his arms pinned at his sides.

Adam squirmed around to no avail. He tried flapping his wings to free himself, but no luck there either. He attempted to further break the billboard by shooting his ‘Holy Light’ at it, but as he could not see his hands and struggled to move his arms, he just ended up shooting the light into the surrounding buildings.

“Seriously?! Bummer, dude.” Adam said to himself as his body went limp, the angel recognizing that he needed help to get out of his current situation.

“LUTE!” Adam called out, knowing that his Lieutenant never strayed too far from him during the exterminations. “LUTE, COME HERE!”

Having just finished off a sinner, Lute heard Adam calling for her. She sighed internally, wondering what he needed from her this time.

As she followed the sound of his voice, she was led to the busted-up billboard, where she flew up and hovered in front of Adam’s trapped figure.

“There you are! What took you so long?! I was calling for ages!” Adam complained.

Lute tried her best to hold her composure, despite wanting to burst out laughing at the sight of her superior in such a state. 

Adam noticed the smile that she was desperately trying to fight.

“Oh yeah, real funny Lute. Let’s all laugh at a guy in his time of need.” Adam said flatly.

“Sorry, sir.” Lute responded as she landed on the ledge sticking out from below the advertisement. She moved her hands towards Adam to try and free him.

“Just hurry up! Can you not do anything that I ask you to correctly? Real weak, bro.” Adam commented.

Lute halted her hands. 

That was it. She was done with this. Adam needed to learn that Lute wouldn’t stand for this treatment any longer. Given their current circumstances, she knew just how she could enact her revenge.

Lute walked up close to Adam, who watched her impatiently, waiting for assistance. She reached her hands up once more, this time bringing them towards Adam’s ribs.

“Lute, what are you-” Adam questioned, cutting himself off at the sight of her fingers beginning to wiggle.

“Lute! Don’t you dare! I am warning you!” Adam called out, starting to squirm again.

His threats fell on deaf ears, however, as Lute shot Adam a grin through her helmet before pressing her wiggling fingers against his ribs.

“Nahahaha! Fahahaha- Luhuhuhute!” Adam laughed, shaking his head from side to side.

“You know, sir, you should really be more careful.” Lute began, digging and scratching her fingers in the spaces between each individual rib. “Acting as reckless as you do lands you in situations like these, where you leave your… vulnerabilities, open to attack.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Adam laughed out, a light blush appearing on his face.

“It’s true, sir. Any demon could have come up here and done this~” Lute said, moving both hands to the spot where Adam was missing a rib and digging into it mercilessly.

Adam began to laugh maniacally.

“NAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHA!” He pleaded, thrashing around.

Lute found it a bit difficult to keep her hands trained on the spot as Adam moved about, keeping up her attack for a few moments before stopping. She had come up with a better idea.

As Adam was catching his breath, Lute flew into the air, plopping herself down onto Adam’s back. Once she was confident that it could support her weight without harming Adam, she wrapped her arms around him to his front, skittering her fingers over his stomach.

“Ehehe!” Adam giggled out, making Lute internally ‘aw.’ “Luhuhute! Gehehet ohohoff!”

“You know, if I wasn’t here to help, you could have been trapped here forever. Nobody else may have been willing to come and save you.” Lute said, switching from skittering to squeezing the sides of Adam’s stomach.

“NAHAHAHAHA!” Adam’s laughter increased in volume as he began to thrash again. This time, however, Lute was able to hang on, and didn't let up.

“In fact, I think that I should be shown a little more respect for everything I do. Maybe given less… menial tasks?” Lute pressed her point.

As she continued tickling Adam, she noticed his wings flapping desperately, giving her an idea.

“Or, you know…” Lute said, latching her hands onto Adam’s wings and clawing at them fiercely, “we could stay here, doing this until next Extermination Day.”

“FAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! I GIHIHIVE-AHAHAHA! PLEHEHE-AHAHAHA!” Adam pleaded through fits of uncontrollable laughter.

Lute, really wanting to drive home her point, continued clawing at Adam’s wings, enjoying the sounds of his laughter. That is, until she heard a commotion in the distance.

Along with the regular sounds of screaming sinners present during an extermination, Lute could hear the cries of exorcists.

There must be a resistance, she thought to herself.

Lute pulled her hands away from Adam’s wings and got off of his back. As he was recovering, she used her spear to break apart the billboard, enlarging the opening that Adam was stuck in. 

He fell onto the ledge with an oomph as Lute slowly backed away.

“Well sir, sounds like they need us! I’ll meet you there!” Lute said quickly before taking flight, headed in the direction of the noises.

Adam managed to pull himself to his feet, a light blush still visible on his face.

“LUTE! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, OOH YOU ARE IN FOR IT, GIRLY!” Adam shouted, also taking flight in Lute’s direction.

While Lute hoped that her stunt was worth it, and that Adam would change his tune, she would be lying if she said that wasn’t the fastest she had ever flown away from someone in her life.

After all, she knew that Adam would be bent on some revenge of his own, and wanted to delay her own demise for as long as possible.

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[rinrinx2]

hi!! i saw that ur requests were open so i was wondering if you could do ran x reader where reader cheats on him 🙏🙏🙏 i hate that in every fic im reading ran is the dishonest one like please give miss yn a break 😫

I made this kind of like a historical vibes because I felt like it. Hope you like it :)

The lady of cheating

Ran x reader

Warnings: Historical AU, s£x, mentions of cheating, Sanzu, language

Feeling his cold hands move across your body as your purred in pleasure. Not allowing you to catch your breath as he rutted into you over and over again.

Feeling his fingers pinch as your already hardened nipples as you were bent on all fours.

The feeling of the silk fabric being pushed up further around your waist as he pushed deeper into you. Taking in the desperate moans of the man atop of you.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful” he whispered breathily into your ear.

Eyes still shut as you let his comment waver over you, as he couldn’t even see your face in this position.

Your walls beginning to tighten with each thrust, and from the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your drenched hole you could tell he was close too.

And all to sudden you felt it, like a tsunami of wet pushed against his cock as you milked him for his seed, allowing him to shoot deep into you.

As your cunt swallowed up his seed letting it seep into the deepest parts of your womb.

You fell flat on the futon, as you heard the man who was once atop of you now lay on the side of the futon.

Hearing as he desperately gasped for air trying to catch his breath.

Turning your head to peak at the man as your armed covered your face from him.

Taking in the pinkish hue of his hair and the diamond shape scar of his cheeks.

And you might’ve not been caught starring had he not turned his head to look at you. With a smile plastered on his face in his post pleasure bliss, as he starred into the two orbs of your eyes which sparkled in the light before he began to sit up.

Slowly getting on his feet as he began to tie his jinbei. The dark navy colour of it clashing with the cherry blossom colour of his hair.

“Same time next week” the man said as he kissed the top of your head as he exited the small room sliding the shoji door close.

You finally felt enough strength enter your body to sit up straight. Looking around as you absorbed in your environment, the discarded layers of silk of your uchikake on the tatami flooring.

Taking a deep breath before you found yourself standing on your legs, feeling the pain in-between your legs from your previous activities.

It was this pain that reminded you to look for any bruises that might have been left on your body. You examined yourself starting from the inner of your thighs to the mounds of your breast and finally grabbing a hand mirror which placed on the Chabudai as a display, luckily finding no marks.

You’d hate for him to find any evidence of your activities with another. You could only imagine the horror which would paint his face if he ever found markings on your body which was not by his accord.

Finally the pain subsided enough for you to leave the room you used to please the man with the cherry blossom hair.

“Hi (Y/N)-chan” a girl greeted as she walked passed you.

“Hi Miko” you greeted back as you made your way to your room to change.

Swiftly changing into a simple lilac yukata to combat the summer heat of the late midday.

Your simple yukata allowing you to blend in with the normal people around you as you made you way to the entrance of yukaku.

“(Y/N)-chan, you’re off so swiftly?” You heard the older woman who you and many other girls of the yukaku referred to as mother.

“She’s in a hurry to see that man” Hachiko giggled to mother and a few other girls in her company.

“You mean the tall handsome one” Shoko added with a teasing smile.

“Yes that one, he has a tattoo on his neck” Chihoro said with wide eyes as she relayed the information to mother and the other girls.

“A thug ?” Mother said with worry causing the other girls to laugh.

“His not a thug” you said rolling your eyes at the words of the young women you resided with.

“His a business man and a charming one at that” you said sticking out your tongue playfully as you took your leave.

“You’re late” Ran said with a raised brow and a smirk painted on his lips.

“Sorry I was busy washing clothes” you lied as you took his hand.

The warmth of his hands overwhelming the cold sensation of yours, that was not to long ago touching another man.

“You know when I marry you, you won’t have to work this hard anymore” Ran said as he brought you over to a bench that was placed right under a cherry blossom tree.

You looked at the blossom noting the colour to be the exact colour of the other man’s hair, unlike Ran’s whose hair was the colour wisteria.

“You should let me come and meet your family, I bet they would be delighted to find you with a man like me. A man who will provide for you” Ran added as he looked into your eyes, his hand finding your chin as he brought your lips closer to his as he waited for an answer from you.

“Ran you - ” you began to speak but before you could finish Ran finished your sentence for you.

“I can’t. I know (Y/N) you’ve been telling me for awhile now” Ran said as he removed his hand from your chin and the other from your hand leaving them once again cold.

“I don’t understand why you’re so ashamed of them”

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of them. It was that the people who you referred to as your family weren’t actually blood related to you they were you sisters in the yukaku.

You didn’t know how it would look on you if he was seen hand in hand with the most well known Oiran of the red light distract, about to go ask her ‘family’ for her hand in marriage.

“Or is it me you’re ashamed of” Ran said his eyes burning hot with anger and sadness.

The only person you were ashamed of was yourself. Laying with different men day in and day out. Moaning for them, allowing them to touch you in places that Ran had yet to discover. In simple terms you were cheater. And you knew, feeling the weight of this everytime a man rutted into you, everytime a man released himself into you and everytime they kissed you tenderly.

And even though your clientele was more reserved due to your status as oiran it didn’t make you feel any better at the fact that you were still seeing other men behind Ran’s back.

“I’m not ashamed of you Ran. I’m just not ready yet” you said trying your best to hold back a sob.

“When will you be ready (Y/N). I love you, can’t you see it. I want to spend every second with you, I never want you to depart my side”

You bit your lip looking down at the fallen cherry blossoms, trying you best to find an answer.

“I don’t know” you replied honestly.

You weren’t sure when you would tell Ran about what you were or who you were doing.

You felt as Ran’s arms grabbed at your waist bringing your closer to him, feeling as his lips met your forehead similar to how the man you were pleasuring not to long ago.

“I understand, you may take your time but please do not take to long” Ran whispered to you.

Ran’s words echoed in your mind as you closed your eyes tightly holding onto him with conviction afraid for the day that he would push you away.

You and Ran clung onto each other for a moment longer before you began to open your eyes and the pink colour of the cherry blossoms once again caught your attention.

And all to sudden the sweet moment the two of you had was ruined by the thoughts of how only a few hours ago you were begging out for the man with the diamond scars, and the feeling of regret was only intensified at the realisation that you enjoyed that pink haired man. Loving the way he made you feel.

Mother was right, you thought. Oiran’s could never be loved by one when they sold their bodies to others.

“You’re cheating on him (Y/N)-chan. Every other client you never see again but that cherry blossom haired one you see every week, he has fallen for you and you for him. It is no longer transactional, your emotions are intertwined and so are Ran’s” Michiko’s words rang through your head as you felt Ran’s grip on your hand tighten pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I love you” Ran said.

But you did not reply rather placing a soft kiss of his cheek, the kiss of a cheater.

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[konigsblog]

trust. (s.r)

tw; somnophillia, smut, praise and degrading, pussy slapping. female anatomy and description. (f!reader x s.r)

a/n; minors dni, only 18+ please. blocking anyone who states their a minor.

summary; simon tells you how he's unable to return home, a lie. coming home and treating his sleepy girl just right.

he told you he wouldn't be back for the next few days, extra paperwork handed to him from price, refusing to let simon off the hook. you were disappointed to say the least, wishing him a goodnight before you slipped into your silk pajamas, cuddling to his pillow as you fell asleep, his scent still lingering on the material.

but, truth be told, that was a complete lie. you'd talked about letting simon use you whilst you slept, and although he was nervous, he couldn't help how his cock twitched and throbbed at the idea - you being so trusting of him.

he'd arrived back home, desperately hoping you were sound asleep and not awoken by the sounds of the car engine. he dropped his bag onto the hard wooden floors, not bothering to take his dirty boots off as he walked upstairs. he threw his vest onto the ground, simon's veiny and girthy cock bulging out his military trousers. he couldn't help himself from taking his length out, the tip slapping against his abdomen before he slipped into bed, carefully pealing off your clothes.

his breathing was laboured, heavy. all bare beside him as he remained clothed, lifting his shit up slightly to reveal his stomach as he grabbed your thigh with a firm grasp, holding it in the air whilst he eases inside. the tip slammed against your cervix painfully, yet still asleep, mumbling and mewling through your sleep. he grunted, thrusting into your sweet, precious cunny repetitively, veins dragging against gummy and soft walls. “fuck, god–.. this pussy's still tight as ever..”

simon picked up his pace and began pounding into you as he throbbed, potent balls slapping against your ass as he chuckled through a groan, pushing himself deep inside and bottoming out fully. but, feeling him enter your cervix and bruise it with his meaty cock awoke you. sleepy moans as he didn't bother slowing down, laughing lowly at your suprised and fucked-out expression “si– simon–..!” you grasped the pillow tightly, heavy balls slapping against your ass, making you gasp with each hard and deepening thrust.

he was using you for his own pleasure, feeling himself grow more desperate and hungry for your sopping cunt, slamming into your slick hole with a ruthless and brutal pace, thighs becoming soaked with your addictive juices. “fuck, look at you, princess.. you're all wet and needy, asleep while i fuck you like a toy, ain't that right, love?” you couldn't speak, his thrusts begining to knock the wind from your chest and silencing you as you were left agape and whining, walls spamming down and clenching around his size, feeling as he shoots deep inside you.

yet, he didn't stop. he wanted to have his pearly, salty seed covering the entirety of your aroused and needy pussy, all soaked and dripping. his hand collided with your clit, slapping it repeatedly and making you mewl out in pleasure, grinding down against him and fucking yourself back on his moving, large hips for more friction. “need more, don't you? stupid baby, not even aware of the dirty things i was doin' to you..”

“relax, shh–, baby, you're so wet.. all tight and drippin', enjoyin' the way i slap this full pussy..” he continued to slap your pussy 'til it was aching and tingling, mixed with the sensation of his meaty cock in your tightness, gasping and whimpering for him to slow down as he ruined you for any other man. you squirted all over his forearm when he continued slapping your sore and sensitive cunt, clit wet from his touch and unable to speak or say anything while cumming all over simon's length, a loud moan leaving your lips causing him to slap you again, his fingers entering your mouth as you licked him clean. you could hear his breaths and pants beside your ear, become heavier. growls and groans emitting from his chest as he pushed into you a few last times, thrusts becoming sloppy and messy 'til he was spurting into your horny wetness, all covered in his metallic semen as he pulled out, his grasp on your hips bound to have bruises sometime.

this is so shit, but i liked the idea.. just not the execution.. 🌟

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Kinktober day 19 - Tease

Pairing: Zoro x F!Reader Warnings: 18+ ! MDNI!, NSFW, Tease, multiple orgasm ++ Summary: Lately you and Zoro had this intense sexual connection, which made you so horny it was riddiculus. For you two it had become this twisted game, You knew that If he gave in he would fuck you on the spot. But you knew that he thought the same, you both were horny and too stubborn. You both loved to tease eachother too much, and when you had your chance at being finally alone, The stubborn game you had between you seemed not so importaint anymore. A/N: masterpost & links is pinned on my tumblr.

You & Zoro just had dinner with the strawhats, they all went elsewhere when you two were finally alone on the boat. You were wearing some leggings and a sportsbra underneath a t-shirt. Zoro was sitting on a chair with his hands tied behind him with a rope, he laughed as he looked up at you. "You know I can rip this knot easily, right?" He smirked as his eyebrow flew up, you grabbed his chin with a finger and looked him into his eyes as you said. "I dare you, Zoro to not try rip open the knot" he looked at your lips as he said "why?" you explained further "I will try to make you rip this knot without touching the knot, If I do I lose" you grinned "and If you rip the knot open, I win" you said, "Easy, I’ll just take a nap in the meantime" he smirked and leaned back into the chair "Someone will help me eventually" he chuckled and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap.

You giggled as you straddled him and you melted away when you felt his boulder. You both let out sounds which reavealed what you both really wanted. You kissed him gently on his cheek as you thrusted on his boudler. He leaned his head back, trying to hold back a groan. "I should tell you I'm not wearing any panties" you whispered, he looked at you like he was hypnotised. You leaned twoards his lips. You both felt an electricity shoot between you as he leaned in to try to kiss you, it took everything you had but you pushed him into the chair. He chuckled frustrated as his head fell back.

He pushed his dick hard up into your clit, he smirked as you stared at him like you were gonna break any minute. He thrusted again and groaned as he felt your hips began to move automatically, "You feel how hard youre makin' me?" he cooed, you hummed as you grabbed his neck as you thrusted harder "Fuck, This feels so good" you moaned. "yeah?" he panted and felt even hornier when he felt that you were beginning to wet his pants. You've had this pent up sexual tension between you for so long and it felt so good to ride him like this.

You lost yourself as he gazed at you in awe, He was trying his best not to loose control and rip up the knot and just fuck you hard, The thought of feeling his dick inside you were driving him crazy. You moaned as you thrusted harder, He closed his eyes and groaned frustrated over how hornier and hornier he became to see you loose yourself infront of him like this. You gripped his shoulders tight as you thrusted more and more on his clothed dick. Your breath began to feel deep and shaky as your hips moved automatically. "Y/n" he groaned as you could feel the wet puddle forming from your clit on his clothed dick. "Zoro dont you dare fucking move-" you moaned as you threw off your top and your breast began to jiggle. "I'm cumin-" you moaned as your hips moved uneven and you climaxed.

He groaned loudly as he thrusted up into you. You looked at him while still riding out your climax when you saw that he was panting "fuck you drive me crazy" he looked at you in awe and his breath was shaking. You looked down on his pants and noticed he had too climaxed. This turned you on so bad and so fast that you crashed your lips into his. He snapped as he lost the meaning of this stupid game. He ripped open the knot and grabbed you by your waist as he deepened the kiss.

You both came up for air, while he grabbed your pants and teared a hole at the top of your leggins and straight down to your clit. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard" he groaned as he pulled you against his chest and stood up, he walked over to the closed door as he pushed you up against it. "you turn me on so fucking bad" he groaned into your ear. He leaned into your lips and kissed you sloppy as he inhaled deeply and deepened the kiss. He had somehow already taken off his pants as he now was completely naked, He grabbed his hard shaft and slowly pushed his length inside you, you panted as you tried to take him. He groaned loudly as he began to thrust inside you. "FUCK!" he groaned as he punched a hole through the wall while fucking you.

The sensation of finally thrusting his shaft inside you was making him wanting to go feral. "Fuck me hard please" you moaned and wanted to see how good he could make you feel. He began to pick up the pace the instant you said please. The door was closed but of each thrust, he thrusted so hard into you that the door was making a loud thud. He looked deep into your eyes and smiled, he leaned in and kissed you hard.

He groaned as he thrusted, his hips were clapping into you. He began to thrust so hard he broke the door. He managed to push the door away somehow, safely away from you both. He looked around and smirked as he crashed his lips into yours as he walked into the hallway and up to another wall. You grabbed his neck and your kisses evolved fast into a full blown makout session as he groaned into your lips. "you make me so horny" you moaned into his lips.

You both were to busy not caring to notice you could be busted any minute. He groaned as his hips began to make a clap sound of each thrust. He began to thrust harder inside you causing you to moan uncontrollably. "I'm close" he groaned as his hips began to thrust more slowly as he moved his hips, You looked down on his ass and felt an surge throughout your body as you felt your breath began to feel deep. You panted as you felt another climax coming on. "Fuck, Zoro" you moaned "Your ass looks so good fucking me" He groaned at your words as you began to thrust down on his shaft, gripping tightly on his shoulders "I'm close- ah" you moaned and climaxed as you thrusted down on his dick. You panted as Zoro groaned loudly "I can't-" he panted and slipped out of you and let you down. You moved and went fast on your knees and opened your mouth you inhaled his length and bobbed your head as he climaxed inside you. "Ah, fuck" he groaned as he thrusted his dick inside you, riding out his climax.

He slipped out and looked down on you as you swallowed. "Wanna shower?" you asked him and he just smirked. "With you? Fuck yes" he grabbed your hand and helped you up as he suddenly pulled your body into his chest as he kissed you deeply.