#racist mention cw

[cyandelightz]

💭 + your family (existing/what used to be/whatever)

"Oh, this one. I wonder if you'll like what you find by opening this box. I don't."

"My mother died when I was two. Complications in childbirth. My father? Died of infection after being skinned - I'd assume he was in his sixties at the time. Not that anyone's going to cry over him… he was an awful person. The kind of man to stay his hand on calling the police over a child abuse case in case it made him look bad. You understand, don't you?"

"I have two older brothers. One went to be a lawyer in California somewhere. I haven't seen the other since the Flash - no clue what happened with him. The same goes for my younger brother. I have no idea what's going on with him either."

"Suffice it to say I'm not close with the lot. I don't really care what my brothers are up to at this point."

[artstennisracket]

request: please I’m begging you write more parts to the Patrick Zweig Coach fucking his much younger client I’m dying that was too good

tennis coach!Patrick x fem reader, part 1

cw: nsfw (18+), d/s overtones tbh, dom!patrick, dirty talk, minimal use of daddy kink (reader says it once), not proofread

You were sore for that next week of practice. Getting fucked by a tennis racket handle wasn’t on your bucket list but you’re not particularly mad at it either.

You thought the dynamic would change between you and your coach but it’s like he went right back to ignoring you.

It wasn’t until Wednesday’s practice when you were preparing for a tournament you had this weekend.

You were genuinely out of it. You were going to be versing Anna Mueller and she’s currently ranked number 4 for women’s juniors. Sometimes you got in your head about things even if you knew how good you were.

During your serve drills Patrick could tell you were off. By the time you got to scrimmaging you weren’t giving it your all to beat him like you usually would.

On your next rally Patrick catches the ball instead of returning your serve. He walks to middle meeting you at the net, “You’re not fucking with me right? What’s going on?”

You sigh, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the cardigan tied around your shoulders, “No I’m not I just- I keep thinking about the tournament this weekend.”

He gives you a tight lipped smile, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head, “There’s nothing for you to worry about. Anna Mueller is all show, no real skill. And she’s a racist bitch, you’ll beat her into the ground without even trying.”

You let out a chuckle at that statement, “I can’t tell if you’re trying to make me feel better or light a fire under my ass,” I mean who doesn’t want to beat their opponents, especially the racist ones.

He smirks, “Why can’t it be both?,” He takes a step closer, the net still in between you two. You instinctively take a step closer just to be in his personal space. He bites his lip quickly, you can tell he’s thinking. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “And I said if you were good this weekend, I’d give you what you want.”

The smell of cigarettes fills your senses. A smell you usually hate but for some reason it just works for him. You let your eyes slip close momentarily to imagine what your first time with Patrick would be like because jesus fuck—

“We don’t have all day L/N, let’s go,” He calls out from his place on the other side of the court. Shit, how long were you standing there with your eyes closed?

You half jog back to your side of the court and take your cardigan off. When did it get so hot?

You turn quickly to look at him again, only to see him quickly push his sunglasses back down and clear his throat. Oh he was totally staring.

Now it’s your turn to smirk, “Ready Zweig?” You call out right before you serve an ace.

…

The tournament had just finished and you absolutely crushed Anna Mueller. You tanked in the first set but came back and won the last two by a good margin. You were so zoned in you didn’t even notice when Patrick had moved his tennis bag to his lap to cover up his problem.

You were so hyped at the end, you felt like it was the best tennis you’ve ever played. Not to mention the points you’d win from this to boost your own rank.

You looked around the stands for Patrick but he was nowhere to be found. You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion but you’re sure you’ll see him later. Your parents had covered two hotel rooms for you both for the weekend.

You made your way back to the hotel so you could take a shower and change. Once you finished there was a knock on your door.

You opened it to find Patrick leaning against the door frame with a CVS bag in his hand. You took a second to take him in. Curls damp, like he just took a shower. You were able to actually look in his eyes for longer than a millisecond (since he’s always wearing sunglasses) and they were beautiful. A mashup of light hazel and green. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans that stretched over his long legs. And he was only wearing socks? No shoes.

“You gonna let me in or you wanna keep checking me out?” He smirks. You move to the side so he can walk inside.

You close the door as he takes a seat on the bed after placing the CVS bag on the night stand.

“Where’d you go? After my match.” You ask sitting next to him so your thighs are touching.

He shifts so he can face you, “Had to get some stuff, take a shower,” He gestures to the bag on the nightstand.

“You didn’t even see if I won or not, and what did you just have to get from CVS?” You ask. To be honest you’re not even really paying attention, just enjoying being this close in his personal space. Maintaining eye contact so you can fully drink in this dreamlike experience.

“Just condoms,” He’s says so causally like it’s toothpaste or something.

You scrunch your eyebrows together, “Don’t they sell that at the little hotel store downstairs?”

He smirks again, “And how would you know that?”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, “I just wanted to check I guess. And you never answered my questions.”

He shrugs, “I already knew you were gonna win and downstairs they didn’t have magnum.” He says so casually AGAIN. Fuck.

He sees the “oh fuck” realization on your face so he has to ask, “You’re not a virgin right?”

You shake your head no. Quite the opposite actually but he just made you nervous for some reason.

He moves his hand to rest on the back of your neck, his thumb resting just above your ear, “What happened to the confident little brat who made me fuck her with a racket huh?”

Fuck. You move forward to crash your lips together, you’ve been waiting for this for too long to get nervous now.

He kisses you back and it’s almost bruising. Tongue, lips, and exchanging spit. It’s filthy. He pulls you back before he says, “On your knees.”

You followed that command quicker than the speed of your serves. He chuckles softly and you look up at him, hoping this time you’d get what you want and not a tennis racket.

He stands up so your face to face with his clothed bulge. You can feel your mouth start to water subconsciously. He unzips his jeans, pulling them down until they fall at his ankles. Now he was just stood in front of you in his boxer briefs and a much more prominent bulge.

You felt some need to prove to yourself so you start to mouth at his bulge through his underwear.

“Fuck, woah slow down. Did I say you could do that?” He groans while grabbing your hair and pulling you off.

“No but I just—“

“I thought you said you were gonna be good? You were good this whole week, don't mess it up now.”

“Okay I’m sorr—“

“First rule is you only speak if I say so okay? Or if I ask you a question. Got it?”

You nod before you realize he just asked you a question. You rush out, “Yes yep got it.”

He smiles, “You’ve always been a pretty quick learner.” He moves his hand from your hair back to his own underwear. He pulls them down slowly, letting his hard length spring free and fuck. You knew he was big but this was a lot.

He continues, “Now, I’m gonna let you suck my cock but don’t try to be too ambitious. If I want you to take more, you’ll know. And if you need me to stop for any reason just pinch me.”

You nod staying in your place on your knees. He grips the base of his cock, rubbing his tip along your lips. You want so badly to open your mouth, lick the tip with your tongue. But you can’t, not yet.

“You can open.”

Before he even finishes that statement your mouth is open and you’re sucking on the tip. Little kitten licks in between. You refrain from trying to swallow him down because you haven’t been instructed to yet.

He moves his hand back to your hair, pushing you further down. You choke a little, but try to keep calm so your gag reflex doesn’t act up.

He lets out a low groan as he keeps pushing in, “Fuck,” and then he pulls out almost all the way before he presses back in.

This time you try to suck to the best of ur ability. Making a mess, spit building up in your mouth, covering his cock, drooling out of the sides of your mouth. You still haven’t taken it all but you bob your head up and down, covering the expanse of his cock that he’s allowed you to take.

The wet sounds of you choking, gasping, and breathing hard around his dick filling the room. Soon he pulls all the way out letting out an exasperated, “Fuck babe, gotta prep you now. Get up.”

You stand up, knees feeling sore from the roughness of the hotel carpet.

“Take off your clothes and lay down on your back.” He says, stroking his cock aimlessly, waiting for you to lay down.

This is the fastest you’ve ever taken your clothes off, record speed. You get into position, laying down on your back. A few pillows behind you so your back is elevated. He lays down on his stomach between your legs, his long legs hanging off the side of the bed.

He lets his finger run down the middle of your folds, gently grazing your clit, before he pushes into your hole.

“You’re so wet already, maybe I didn’t have to prep you,” He says before adding a second finger, pumping in and out of your slick hole.

He picks up the pace and you are a moaning mess. Moaning, whining, and whimpering just from his fingers as he keeps pressing against the right spot.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asks before he inserts a third, curling his fingers inside you now.

You nod before you remember that you have to answer verbally, “Yes please more, feels so good.”

He speeds up his pace, assaulting the soft spongy spot inside of you until you feel something build up in your stomach. He keeps eye contact with you, biting his lip as he watches the pleasure take over your face.

“Ah, ah, ah—Patrick wait I- fuck” You say in a high pitched whine as a rush of liquid gushes out of you, squirting all over his fingers.

Patrick pulls his fingers out, “Knew you had it in you,” he smirks moving up on the bed to capture your lips in another kiss.

This kiss is slow, like he’s taking his time to explore your mouth with his tongue. He bites your lip as he pulls away from the kiss, “Good?”

You nod definitely a little out of it. “Yeah,” you reply, your volume barely above a whisper.

“Still wanna keep going?” He asks, pushing your hair back behind your ear.

You nod, biting your lip as you smile, “Duh. Didn’t get what I want yet.”

He scoffs playfully, “I could argue that you did.” He grabs the CVS bag and opens the box of condoms, taking one out. “Would you like to do the honors?”

You nod again, sitting up on your knees and opening the wrapper. He strokes himself a few times to get himself back to full hardness before you roll on the condom.

He moves you to lay down on the other (dry) side of the bed and lines up with your entrance. He drags his tip along the center of your folds, teasing your hole, “Sure this is what you really want?”

You let out a huff, “Yes Patrick, how many times do I have to tell—shit“ Your cut off as he pushes inside of you.

He looks up at you as he bottoms out, “You still good?” He grunts out.

“Stop treating me like a baby, I can take it,” You gasp out. It really is a lot. You feel ridiculously full. Almost comparable to the tennis racket. “You literally fucked me with tennis racket.”

“Ungrateful as always,” He shakes his head before he pulls out. You whine at the loss before he flips you over so your face down ass up.

“You were good all week, now you wanna be an ungrateful slut,” he tsks before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck,” You basically scream out at the abrupt intrusion. He grabs both your wrists, holding them behind your back, before he really starts fucking into you.

He grunts out, “I was trying to be nice but you keep testing me, fuck you feel so good.”

He continues holding both your wrists in one of his massive hands while the other hand grabs your hair. Pulling you up so he can whisper in your ear, “So you’re gonna take whatever I decide to fucking give you, got it?”

You let out a whimper from how overwhelmed with pleasure you feel, “Yes fuck I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He smirks, “Too late for that.” He lets go of your hair letting you fall back into position. He grips your hips and starts pounding into you. Each thrust more bruising than the last. Hard and fast. It feels like you’re gonna break.

You go from leaning into the thrusts pushing yourself back against him, to almost trying to pull away. Not because you weren’t enjoying it but because your g-spot was starting to get overstimulated, it was starting to feel too good.

“Fuck baby, can’t run away now. This is what you asked for right? What you’ve been drooling over for the past two years huh? Bet you used to touch yourself thinking about this right?”

You can’t even think straight enough to realize he’s asking a question. It’s not until he comes to a halt to say, “I asked you a fucking question.”

Now that he’s still inside you, your brain finally processes what he said. “Yes fuck, Patrick I— yes, I did, I did. Please don’t stop please,” You whine.

He picks up his pace again as tears start to fall down your face. He can hear your sniffling mixed in with your moans, “Aw baby, are you crying? Does it feel too good?”

You nod. Your face smushed against the pillow that’s catching your fallen tears. You let out a weak, “Yes daddy,” and you don’t even realize what you just said, too fucked out to register.

“Shit why would you— fuck,” His hips stutter, “Christ you’re so fucking—fuck baby you’re gonna be the end of me.”

“Please please, so close,” You whimper. You can feel yourself on the edge until-

“Cum for me baby, want you to finish all over my cock, this what you’ve wanted for two years right? Show me how much you needed it.”

And that’s all it takes. You feel that sudden rush again before you squirt all over Patrick’s dick. He curses under his breath pulling all the way out in between thrusts to fully see it. That image is enough to have him spilling inside the condom, his thrusts stilling.

He pulls out slowly, taking the condom off and throwing it away. He grabs a small hand towel from the bathroom and comes back to you on the bed half asleep.

“I figured you’d be too tired to shower but are you sure you wanna sleep here? My room’s right next to yours and my bed isn’t…yeah.”

You nod sleepily, “‘Mkay, there’s a connecting door I think?” You lazily gesture to the door in the middle of the wall.

“Oh that’s…convenient.” He pulls on his jeans haphazardly, taking out his key card. He leaves your room, leaving the deadbolt on to hold the door cracked open, and you hear some shuffling outside. You assume he’s unlocked the connecting door on his side.

He comes back to your room, unlocking the door on your side, revealing direct access to Patrick’s room. He picks you up with ease, probably from all those years of tennis, and sets you down in the middle of his bed.

It’s chillier in his room. Probably has the AC blasting, so you curl in on yourself trying to get comfortable enough to sleep again.

He makes his way over to the thermostat to turn up the temperature a little. Then he takes a beat before he decides to cover you with the comforter, tucking you in.

“Better?” He asks as he lays next to you, on top of the comforter because he’s still hot.

“Better,” You mumble back before you fall asleep

[phas3d]

Hello love<33 i saw ur requests were open if it hasn't been done before can i request a Potter! Reader x Slytherin boys like the reader is Harry's twin sister?

Absolutely inlove with your writing btw🫶🫶

Potter!Reader || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: abuse mention (tom, mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom, mattheo, theodore, lorenzo

notes :: i love this idea so much, i didn't think it would be this fun to write for - also i know neville technically killed voldemort BUT, just go along with me when i say harry killed voldemort

DRACO MALFOY

Getting a crush on someone was already hard enough for Draco to do

To be able to look past someone's flaws and finally see the beauty inside of someone

But all of that was quickly ruined once he found out you weren't just Harry Potter's sibling but his TWIN?

He genuinely gets so upset and angry not only at you but himself

He's not sure how to handle this information

But at the end, he decides that he can't stand the idea of dating Harry Potter's twin and possibly growing to be Harry Potter's brother-in-law

So he tries to avoid you at all times

But he can't, his body just won't allow him

And also, you're really good at finding him

In the end, he learns to accept it but Harry and Draco still bicker and fight

Even when you guys are 20+ years old, they still fight like siblings - which is actually perfect since they're brothers in law now

TOM RIDDLE

After Harry defeated his father, aka Voldemort, and brought "peace" to the world - he's hated his guts

Because although Voldemort was a mass murder, genocide supporter, blood racist, classist, backstabbing, asshole... That was still Tom's dad

But even then, Voldemort wasn't a great father. He was actually the worst father to ever live. For all of Tom's childhood, he was brain washed and tortured to believe his father was amazing, and sadly it worked on him

So finding out that his s/o, which was already an EXTREMELY rare sight since he can't tolerate anyone, was Harry Potter's twin....

Oh, he goes fucking insane and runs away to the forbidden forrest to "process" all of his emotions (he kills almost every animal in there out of pure strength)

Falling for the person who's related to your father's killer is not easy to handle

So,,, honestly I think Tom would break up with you and never give you a shot again

But, he still owns you - he just can't be with you duhhh

If you ever try to move on or get a new boyfriend, he simply make them "disappear"

It makes you isolate yourself from the dating world - but thank god Tom is there to offer to be fwb!

(this was his plan all along. he will never stop loving you but he doesn't have the guts to fully commit to a relationship anyways but he still wants you - so fwb is the easiest solution for him to avoid the guilt of actually dating you whilst still getting to own you in some way)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

He's the exact opposite of Tom, he actually really respects and likes Harry

After Harry killed Voldemort, he felt so free. It was like Harry got rid of the shackle that was keeping him down for so long

Unlike Tom, Mattheo always knew that what their father was doing was wrong and cruel - but he was forced to go along with the family's plans because he'd be punished if he didn't

Not only that, Mattheo and Harry both play Quidditch and are good rivals - he loves the competition

So he actually gets along fine with Harry

When he finds out you two are actually TWINS he's so shocked like omg

He wonders what would have happened if you ate Harry while in the womb or smth

And he also wonders why you and Harry aren't exactly identical (you are identical... mattheo just doesn't understand why harry has glasses and you don't....)

Doesn't mind bringing Harry on a couple of dates - But when Harry does come... it's basically like you're third wheeling

Your cute dates are ruined because these two dumbass men decide to do stupid stuff

Like for example, a cute date of mini golfing got ruined because Harry and Mattheo decided to see who could chuck their golf ball the farthest

They ended up breaking multiple windows...

Or when Mattheo took you out to go ice skating but it got ruined because fucking Harry surprised Mattheo with hockey gear

The two ended up playing hockey,,,, just a 1v1,,,, and crashed into so many bystanders that they just shut down the rink

They are now brothers for life... you must deal with this

THEODORE NOTT

When he finds out you're twins, he takes such a big sigh of relief

"Oh my gosh, that why you guys always hang out... I thought you might have been dating."

Instantly, you want to vomit in your mouth

Theo has little to no history with Harry, besides bullying Harry during their first few years at Hogwarts

But Theo was never a good bully... especially when he was younger

Because he was still learning English and had the THICKEST Italian accent that you barely understood him

One time in their 2nd year, Theo came up to Harry and insulted his nerdy glasses

But Harry simply tilted his head, "Sorry, no espanol."

From that day, it's a strong inside joke between all the Slytherin boys and Theo can never escape it

Harry's unintentional roast made Theo study English 10x times harder than he ever did before

So he's kinda grateful to him in a way but he does wanna get back at him

He's super chill around Harry and the two get along fine and dandy but nothing too special

They both respect each other a lot actually and don't cross any boundaries with each other

Since they're kinda similar actually: quidditch players, pull tons of bitches, decently smart, and "foreign" in some way

Basically: coolest in laws ever

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Oh my fucking god these two suck each other dicks

The amount of glazing they do for each other is CRAZYYY

When Enzo finds out you're twins with Harry - he's so happy because Harry and Enzo are actually really cool with each other

They both play quidditch together sometimes, play the same games, and they love the same shows

You basically lose your boyfriend... to your brother

Everywhere you two go,,, Harry is invited against your will

Going to watch a movie? Harry and Enzo are gonna share a blanket and leave you in the cold

Going to an arcade? Harry and Enzo will play every single game against each other and even take selfies of their wins

Fuck, even going shopping, the two banter and chat while you try on clothes

One time they got bored of waiting for you to try stuff on so they LEFT YOU and went to go get MATCHING T-SHIRTS???!?!??!?!?!???

Of course,,, you and Enzo do get alone time - some times

But you honestly love seeing how strong Enzo and Harry's bond is because it makes you happy that you picked the perfect boyfriend for your family

It's even better when Harry get his yearly girlfriend (that he will eventually leave heart broken)

So now you can go on double dates!!!

And hopefully the girl that Harry is with is cool, so that way you can also share a strong bond just like Enzo and Harry

But you can't get too attached.... your brother is a man-whore after all... 😞

[theprettynosferatu]

CW: Non-consensual, Intox (aphrodisiac), Mind breaking.

Two years. Two fucking years of work down the drain. The worst two years of her life, working towards a goal she knows she’ll never see, and all because someone up the chain of command got bribed or threatened or who knows what else. What matters is someone fucking sold her out and now she’s bound up, staring at the gang of absolute sadistic freaks she has pushed herself so hard to infiltrate. 

Shit, the things she has done to be accepted as one of them! Well, “one of them” is stretching it. More like a trusted groupie, she figures. The amount of “slutty, fiery latina” acting she has been forced to do almost makes her throw up. It’s a stereotype and a racist one at that but damn it if these dumb motherfuckers raised by porn didn’t appreciate it, in a sick way. And all of it for a goddamn rumor.

They have this new shit, this kinda spray thing, makes any girl wanna fuck you like crazy… True Love, they call it.

Yeah, right. But still, the chance that such a drug could exist and flow through the streets, paired with some rather bizarre incidents of victims fighting to remain by their captor’s side… it was enough to try and get someone on the inside. And she’s ambitious, young, and most importantly, with the proper… attributes to play the gang-doll. Even now she almost wants to chuckle at the memory of the chief trying to explain that part, fighting so hard not to mention her ass. She’s not dumb. Wasn’t then, isn’t now. Without what she, modesty aside, considers the most spectacular ass in the city, the gang would have never even taken a second look at her. And she wouldn’t be here, now, tied up. 

Fuck. She realizes her mind is rambling, going on tangents, trying to escape the simple reality of the situation. She can’t move, and seven men are looking at her like she’s dessert, discussing exactly what to do to her. 

“Maybe we should use it, you know” one says.

She thinks she’s “it”, for a moment. She realizes she’s wrong as Karl, who has more muscles than brain cells and yet for some reason always calls the shots, removes one of the floorboards. Fuck! She has been in this warehouse dozens of times, looked everyone for evidence of the supposed magic drug, and has always come up snake-eyes. And it’s right fucking there, under the goddamn floor. What the fuck is it, the 1950’s? She’s tried every phone, installed keyloggers on laptops, learned every password- in her head, there had to be some clever operation at work, some devious method to keep such a huge deal secret. Nope. It’s under the fucking floor. She wants to tell them to untie her, just so she can kick her own ass. 

They laugh as they get naked, and a wave of shame crashes over her. She realizes she has seen all of these bodies before, and it makes her sick to her stomach. Sure, men get talkative when bragging and trying to get someone into bed. And men lower their guards after they bust a load- that is, if they don’t just roll over and fall asleep instantly. She has used that, over and over, to get information, to get chances to snoop.

Did she have to, though? That question has haunted her, and now it seems to grow solid, like a rock in her chest. Did she truly have to play up all those stereotypes to become some fucked up fantasy of whatever a hot latina is supposed to be? Did she have to buy all those booty shorts, those cheap jewels, those slutty heels? 

And didn’t a part of her enjoy the attention?

Fuck. Chances are she’ll die here, and she doesn’t want to die a delusional bitch. Yes, fine, being the center of attention felt nice. But the sex? No. That was awful. Pretending to be attracted to these meatheads, doing anything they wanted just so her reputation as a grade-A piece of ass would spread, faking orgasms…

Bull and shit. You’re dying here, Mariana. Stop lying to yourself. You didn’t fake all of them.

She’s yanked away from her little spiral of shame by the loud hiss of spray being applied. They’re passing a little can around, coating their cocks with… 

No. It can’t be real. It just can’t. There is no magic spray. It can’t possibly work. Sure, these idiots might think it does, but in reality, no, True Love isn’t a thing.

The images flow into one another like photographs. She knows, rationally, what is happening. A knife is cutting her bindings as two sets of hands are holding her arms. Her shorts are being sliced, ripped off her. Her legs are being held wide open for Meathead Karl. She files these things in her mind, and feels nothing. She’s there, but she’s not really there. Ah, yes. Dissociation as a defense mechanism for trauma. Mariana has read about it, and now feels mildly fascinated by the experience. 

The pain drags her back to reality. Her instincts kick in, and she braces for the suffering that is to come after that initial opening salvo. She grits her teeth, and…

The pain doesn’t come. She hears laughter as her eyes grow wide, a horrible realization dawning on her. The feeling between her legs is a warm thing, a pleasant thing, slithering up her body, unlike anything she has ever felt before. 

“Starting to hit you, Officer? Oh, this is just beginning”, someone says, his voice coming to her as if from a million miles away. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It’s real. Fucking True Love is real. Her mind reels, the interviews with previous victims rushing in her memories. The way they spoke about their abusers as if they were Gods. The way they defended them. The way they longed for them, like junkies going into withdrawal. She can’t become like them. She can’t lose herself like that. She can’t…

She can’t focus. Her mind is getting fuzzy as the delicious sensation reaches her nipples. Every inch of her skin feels sensitive, overwhelming. A pussy. My whole body is one giant pussy. She has no idea where the thought comes from, but it grows inside her as she squirms and little moans escape her lips. No. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Don’t moan. Don’t move.

“Oh, now you’re getting it. Don’t worry. It will get much, much worse”

Whose voice speaks? She can’t tell. She finds it harder and harder to care. Suddenly, her body betrays her as her hips start moving on their own, seeking pleasure, trying to coax the cock inside her deeper…

She feels on fire. She hates herself, hates how good every thrust feels, how much she needs more and more and more. Thoughts flood her, like a strange invasion taking over her mind. Cock. Cock feels good. Cock feels so fucking good. This is good. This is perfect. This is exactly what I should do. This is all I want. This is all I have ever wanted. Her mission starts to fade away. She can barely recall why she ended up being fucked like a good girl by this marvelous cock, and it feels so unimportant, so insignificant. Only the pleasure matters. She needs more. Her eyes cast around her. Cocks. Big, hard cocks, stiff for her. She starts drooling. The men laugh. She doesn’t care. There are hard cocks near her. Why aren’t they using her?

No. Snap back, Mariana. This isn’t you.

Why not?

Isn’t this better than whatever she was before?

One of the men lowered his body, his cock inches away from her face. She needs to taste it. She needs to wrap her tongue around it. She needs to worship it, body and soul.

“Oh, poor slut wants it?”

She’s not sure she understands the words. But she does understand, with a frenzied animal cunning, the desire behind them. They want her to beg. Some distant remain of sanity is pleading with her not to give in, not to surrender her voice, to keep some small part of her true self. It screams in vain.

“Please… give… cock…” she manages to mumble between moans.

“No. Not yet. You see, officer, your mind might be going, but your body is learning very fast. It’s so open now… And we intend to keep you around for a long time. No quick sell for you. So we need to… train you a bit”

Mariana knows the man is talking. The words don’t reach her until he starts playing with her nipples, and a single word takes over her entire existence.

“Cum”

She shakes. She screams. Her entire body is reduced to a single, shining sensation of absolute pleasure. She can feel something inside her breaking, giving in. She pants and a part of her expects the sensations to subside, but they don’t. If anything, the constant pleasure grows, leaving her right at the gates of another orgasm. She tries to grind, to move, to use the cock inside her to cum again…

“Not without permission, toy”, someone says. She almost manages to squeak out a complaint, but the stimulus is too strong. All she can do is squeal and moan.

The world swirls around her, colors heightened, bleeding into each other. She never wants to go back to the gray, solid, difficult past. She wants to stay here, be this- be pleasure.

“Cum”

Yes. She cums, and nothing else matters. This is all she needs. All she exists for. Her eyes are unfocused, her mouth hanging open. She feels the cock touch her lips before she even consciously sees it. The imperative is immediate. Suck. Lick. Take it deep in your throat. Use your tongue, pressure with your lips, the vibrations of your moaning. Use everything you are to please cock. 

“Cum”

Every time it gets stronger, going beyond whatever she ever thought possible. No mind can hope to withstand such a tidal wave of pleasure. As soon as she realizes they’re starting to move her, she hops up. The men don’t have to tell her what they want from her. She wants the same thing. She’s just holes. Holes need to be filled with cock. She impales herself on Karl’s dick and leans forward, letting him suck on her sensitive nipples, leaving her asshole ready, eager. She’s presenting herself like an animal in heat, and she’s loving every second of it. She’ll do anything to keep feeling like this, forever.

“Ass…” she manages to say.

“Not good enough, cunt. Come on, you can use your words better than that”

Words. Words for cock. Words to make cock happy. They own her words. They own her mind. They own her body.

“Please… use my ass… fuck my tight little hole… ram it hard! Wreck it! I need it so bad, need it so bad, need you to take me, take my ass, make me cum, never let me go, please please please…”

Even the pain feels good. Everything feels good. Humiliation feels good. Their mockery feels good. Their spit on her skin feels good. Obeying feels good.

One cock in her ass, using it with no care for her or any pain it might cause. One in her wet cunt, driving her mad. One in her mouth, using her like a breathing fleshlight. One in each hand, the promise of cum to come. This is it. This is bliss. This is heaven. This is all any woman could ever desire. This is home. 

“Such a good fucktoy…”, one mutters, trying to hold back his own orgasm.

The word infects her. Fucktoy. It starts overwriting everything inside her. Fucktoy. Her police training crumbles in her memory. Fucktoy. Her memories of her family fade away, forever. Fucktoy. Her hatred for cruel men vanishes. Fucktoy. Fucktoy. Fucktoy. It is all she is. All she has ever been. All she ever wanted to be. She’s mumbling it in between taking cock in her mouth. It rises like a gigantic obelisk in her mind, ruling over her, conquering all.

Fucktoy.

“Cum. Cum. Cum.”

Wave after wave of pleasure overtake her, crashing into each other, blasting away all that was and all that could ever be.

By the time she gets back something resembling consciousness, warm cum is coating her skin. She can feel the wonderful jizz inside her holes, taste it on her tongue still. She must have swallowed it. Like a good fucktoy. She feels so proud, so valuable, so beautiful. She made cocks cum. She was good. She was useful.

“Officer, remind me… what were you looking for?”

She looks at the man like a confused puppy.

“Cock?”

“I see. And what’s your name?”

She straightens up, full of pride. This one she knows.

“Fucktoy!”, she smiles.

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[pythonmoth]

heard you want requests so here I come! Probably angst to fluff Imagine a black/asian/caucasian or a minority reader that has self esteem lower than Nanami 6 feet deep. So imagine one of the 141 being accidentally racist... Like just for a few times and the reader goes radio silent with them (may or may not be during a mission) Imagine them realizing how fucked they are... a wee lil inspiration by Fuck Tha Police by N.W.A

cw: homophobia. brief mention of physical harm. xenophobia towards mexican reader. crude language. soap and gaz are bullies for like… a bit. (valid) anger issues. anxiety. fuck and find out. reader has low self-esteem and is hot-headed. reader downplays how badly they're treating him. military inaccuracies. brief simon riley x m!reader. brief gaz x soap at the end. happy ending promise.

very vague insinuation of sa by soap (will mark this w red) it makes reader snap at him.

Molotov

Like a ghost, you move around the base. Chin up and eyes bored.

Rent is expensive, and it’s not like you can catch a flight to your country and come back by monday, so your days off are spent at the base. Soldiers come and go, those who live in the same city anyway, so it’s you and a few others who have nothing to go back to for the weekend. Like your entire team.

You’re not too close to the team, mostly because they know you were forcefully transferred, but you know it’s because you always rejected their conversation attempts during the first weeks; really, nothing like being a self-imposed outcast. A hermit. At least they don't bother you much. They know why you’re here, why John took you in. The real reason. They won’t go stirring the hornet’s nest just because, but they can avoid you like the pest and snicker behind your back. It’s not like you’re proud of it, not really. It just happened, like everything else did.

Your nickname callsign surprised you at first. You thought it was because you got angry very easily, and didn’t hesitate to jump and smash your teammates’ heads against the floor, especially because it happened once or twice before. Burning just as fast as a molotov. Alas, not everybody gets their callsigns over something remotely cool, and you heard the real reason when you were taking a piss, your back to Gaz and Soap, who were just coming in.

“Spreads just as easily”.

It was easy to admit it made your lips curl up in amusement. 

They didn’t really go beyond putting some baked beans on your pillow, and those few-weeks old tacos under your bedsheets that got your room smelling awful for hours. Even when they suddenly started singing La Cucaracha, very lowly, whenever you walked near them was pretty much okay. You can handle that easily. Really, it’s mild compared to what your old mates did in México when they found out you were sleeping with your Captain. Most of the injuries healed, but some of the scars will forever be in your skin, reminding you of the reason why you’re here.

Back when the Captain —your lover then— found you, blood covering your face and uniform, skin nearly falling off your arms, but four men passed out around you and a fifth man pinned under your boot, he knew you couldn’t stay. He pulled on a hundred of favours, threatened the soldiers who hurt you, and kept on pushing until he managed to contact John Price, an old friend of his. John welcomed you in easily. And the team didn’t really mind it. You’re a good sniper, after all.

So really, having little, harmless pranks done to you isn’t so bad, and they even got you a cool callsign, even if their real reason was just homophobia. At least it wasn’t Arse Bandit or something worse. That one would be difficult to ignore.

You like the team, in a way. Ghost’s just as quiet as you are, mutual understanding of never bothering each other. Gaz’ very loud, just like Soap, but most of the time you can grin to yourself when the two of them are bickering or even making fun of you. Some of their “pranks” actually get to you, only sometimes, like when they purposely made you trip and fall face first into a bowl filled with baked beans, because of course they were beans, or the time when you woke up to a fake mustache super glued to your face. 

John had snapped at them that day, genuinely angry, but you had told him to drop it. You always did. And still do.

They all accepted you in, and if they hadn’t, you would’ve been kicked out already. It’s too easy to make you angry, so it wouldn’t have been too difficult to make you snap so they could make you quit, or worse. There’s just no way in hell you’ll ruin that for yourself by being weak.

“They’re just pranks, John. ‘S fine” you insist, not facing the team, only focused on John as you tug the beans off your hair. When Soap and Gaz snicker and walk away, you clear your throat, meeting Ghost’s eyes for a moment, before turning back to John. “I cannot have the Captain protecting my ass, you know that”.

“I don’t care if they think we—”

“But I do” you cut him off, waving a hand to dismiss the conversation. “I just want peace, really. It’ll grow old at some point. ‘S fine”.

It does not grow old.

Not the first two months.

Not the first six either.

The pranks become bigger, more complicated, more humiliating.

It’s not just your nationality, it’s not just your accent. It’s becoming about your entire identity, far beyond your appearance or even the fact that you like men.

You tried to hold it in, you really did. Insisting John that it’s okay. You've been closer to Simon lately. But, it made him protective. You caught Simon a few months ago in a heated discussion with Soap and Gaz, angrily telling them to stop it.

“But he says it’s okay. Besides, it’s just harmless fun!”

Until it wasn’t.

That night, you’re absolutely exhausted.

Rescuing frightened hostages when you’re wearing a scary gas mask, even if you’re also handing them out so they can fucking breathe, doesn’t really help. One of the teens was so scared, face a little bloody, that he ended up kicking your gun out of your hand. It had hit the ground too harshly, and it shoot on its own, the bullet barely missing another hostage’s leg, and it had been a fucking chaos.

You’re still jumpy, hands shaky, even hours later. John did scold you, giving you hell for not holding the gun properly, but he also reassured you, telling you that is wasn’t the first time, and probably not the last. They barely used the Sig P320, but it was an emergency.

“It was my fault for not telling you before hand. It was stressful, but it went well, and now you know you better hold your gun properly next time. Come on. Lets go eat”.

After dinner, it’s just worse. Your stomach is upset, and the food doesn’t help at all. It’s dry and disgusting and the tea is so watered down you wish you could bitch about it. But Simon’s already asleep and John is busy, so it only leaves Soap and Gaz. So you do the most intelligent thing, and go to your bed without talking to anybody.

Knowing you could’ve been the reason why a hostage got shot dead tonight makes you sick to your stomach. You were an entire mess the whole mission. Lagged behind, hands shaky, eye twitching and even the language seemed to leave your mind when you tried to calm the teen down, scaring him until he kicked out. It would’ve been fine, but the unintentional discharge was just… too much.

With your mind spinning, anxiety and self-hatred filling your lungs, you get up and walk to the common hall, needing some water. The sound of your bare feet against the floor barely reaches your ears, already used to moving mostly in silence. 

Two bottles of water later and a little bit more of shakiness added to your movements, you turn to go back to your room, freezing when you see Soap standing there. Gaz is nowhere to be seen, so you guess he’s also asleep.

“Tsk, tsk. Our dear golden boy. Mate, you really screwed up big time” he sighs, shaking his head. Your eye twitches a bit, but you take it. You deserve that, honestly. 

“I know. I’ve been a mess all day” you admit quietly, your nails digging into your palms. “I didn’t think—”

“Really, ask the Captain to dick you down already. You’ll end up getting someone killed”.

That makes your breath hitch, your vision tunneling on Soap. “What did you say?”

“I mean that you need to get boned. Besides, the Capt’n’s been on my ass lately. Maybe he needs it just as much as you do”. And then he’s laughing, crackling at his own comments. You made a mistake, nearly got someone killed, and he’s too busy, content with making you feel miserable.

“Like, who knows what your kind does when you’re not boned properly. We sleep here, you know, so—”

The bottle you’re holding falls from your grip. By the time it reaches the floor, bouncing once, twice, you’re already straddling Soap’s hips, your left fist connecting with his cheekbone, your right with his mouth, splitting his lip, breaking his nose with your left, and bruising his eye with your right again. 

Over, and over.

He doesn’t even have the time to react, grunting as he tries to overcome his shock, punching your sides hard, lifting his hips to make you fall off, but you can’t feel it. The implication in his words is making your blood boil with months of repressed anger, jaw set and eyes focused solely on Soap’s face.

It’s only when two arms pull you up, off of Soap, that you let your hands fall to your sides. You know those arms, so you don’t fight them. Simon’s holding you still, as you watch John help Soap up, practically carrying him to the clinic.

Good thing is: you finally feel better. On the other hand, this might mean you’ll be kicked out of this team.

Simon doesn’t question you. Doesn’t tell you it was wrong, and doesn’t tell you it was right. He just gets to work. You tell him, however. You tell him how you’ve been feeling, and you admit Soap’s implication, and why you punched you. The malicious comment. It makes him pause briefly, eye twitching behind the mask, but he doesn’t say anything.

He helps you wash your hands, checks on the bruises Soap managed to get on your stomach and your sides. At some point, when Simon’s holding your hand in his palm to make sure you didn’t break a finger punching Soap, Gaz comes back from the clinic, yelling and demanding your head on a spike for him.

Only then, does Simon speak up.

“Go ask him why he got punched”.

“What the fuck does that mean?” he demands, eyebrows furrowing. Simon doesn’t reply, so you don’t bother saying anything either.

Gaz doesn’t come back that night.

The next day, Soap is standing right behind Simon’s door first thing in the morning.

After the fight, Simon insisted you slept in his room. You really needed the comfort, so you didn’t hesitate. Honestly, it just makes you wish you had punched the man earlier.

When you look up at Soap, you see him flinch. He’s a huge mess. His face is clean but all bruised up. Split lip, black eye and purple cheeks, nose crooked. 

“That’s what I'd call an improvement. You back for more?”

Soap’s eyes shift from you to Simon, who’s coming behind you. You don’t look away from Soap, however, lips pursed.

“No, mate. Hold on” he huffs, wincing when he speaks. It’s obvious his mouth is swollen in the inside as well.

Good.

“I came to apologize. I’ve been an arse since you got here” Soap starts, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes firm on you once again. “I didn’t dimension the bloody things I said, and did, to you, and I regret it. Now, I’m not a stupid and you obviously don’t have to forgive my arse or anything, but I can promise you I’ll stop and it won’t happen again. What I said last night was disgusting and…”

“Go on”. Simon places a hand on your waist. You can feel the anger behind that tone, and it genuinely feels comforting.

“And I was a dickhead. A bloody idiot who very much deserved to be punched like that” he grunts, looking down, embarrassed.

Simon makes no comment. He knows you’re the only one who says if that apology is enough, so he only let’s go of your waist, fingers lingering for a moment.

Honestly, you never really minded, up until yesterday. It had been an awful day and his stupid comment was just too much. You don’t want to make him feel that good, however, so you cross your arms, in silence. Soap’s eyes widen, his shoulders slumping.

“Wait, I mean it! I’m not expecting us to suddenly become mates, but what I mean is… I’m sorry. I’ll even stop calling you Molotov, promise”.

That makes your face crack just a bit.

With a deep sigh, you hold your hand out. Soap doesn’t hesitate to shake it, eyes twinkling.

“Next time I’m cutting off your balls”.

“Wha— fine. Fine. Okay, fair”.

An hour later when you see Gaz, he doesn’t say much, apologizing and holding out his hand, face embarrassed. You shake it, only giving him a nod.

John is pleased, nodding in your direction. You can read the pride in his eyes when he looks at you.

After that, Soap doesn’t become overly protective, but he’s a little too eager to learn about you, your country, and then, the question. 

Soon enough, you catch him making out with Gaz.

You don’t mention that to anybody, even to Simon.

It’s more than enough when you see them holding hands, shoulders relaxed. Simon’s lips twitch behind the mask, but nobody says anything, just like they didn’t say anything about you and Simon.

It’s not half bad to stay at the base after that.

the comment about nanami was sooo unnecessary /lh i giggled

btw caucasian is... white. the worst thing I can do is mix them all up and call them idk crackheads

im SO sorry soap lovers. it had to be him 😔🙏🏻 he's all good I promise. that was his internalized homophobia

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 6 - Paying tribute.

Suguru Geto x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you’ve worked for Suguru Geto for several years after he rescued you from a terrible situation, you took it upon yourself to take care of all his needs… well almost all of them until one night, were you begin to take care of all his needs.

Word count: 3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, slight praise kink, master kink, unprotected sex, multiple cream-pies, Geto being his usual racist self towards non-sorcerers (uses of the word monkey), oral (f!receiving), fingering, nipple/breast play, swearing, mentioning of killing, mention of SA and trafficking, mention of forced marriage.

You walked up the sliding door and knelt down before it, you knocked on it and waited for a response, “enter…” called the voice from the other side of the door, you slid the door open and shifted into the room before turning in your knees and closing the door, you facing back to the man occupying the room. You placed your hands on the floor and bowed deeply, so the your forehead was resting on the backs of your hands, “I’m almost finished with your supper Master Geto” you spoke as you sat back up and looked to him, “where shall I serve it to you?” Your eyes shifted to the man and young woman sitting before Geto, the young woman had a snake like curse wrapped around your eyes and neck, “my room, I’ll be done very soon but there’s no need for you to rush” Geto hummed before sending you away, you bowed again and turned on your knees to open the door, “thank you, you’re very kind, Master Geto” you smiled slightly and shifted out of the room before sliding the door shut, you then stood and walked back to the kitchen.

Geto watched the faint smile make its way to your lips, a smile so soft most wouldn’t notice it, yet he did. Geto had watched you leave the room and waited to hear your soft footsteps retreating back to he presumed the kitchen, normally Geto would have taken his dinner in his meeting room but he didn’t was to eat in a room that recked of monkeys and especially not subject you to such a thing, Geto had met you through a man who had informed him about a woman, a sorcerer for no sorcerer clan who had married a monkey from quite a small but very notable clan, the monkey, who also happened to be this clan sole male heir had married to this woman because of his lack of abilities, and before long a child was born of their union a child that inherited abilities of this small clan, though due to complications the man’s wife was unable to have anymore children, which would have been a bad thing however the child she gave birth to was a girl. The man took it upon himself to ensure a male heir was born with the abilities of his clan, even if it meant subjecting his young daughter to horrific conditions, though fortunately before the man was able to put his plan into motion Geto was informed and intervened, that day Geto killed all those reciting on the clans property and all who had knowledge of the situation, that day the entirety of the small clan was killed, the sorcerer woman and a few members of very notable clans were also killed, however the matter was never looked into because of the taboo nature of it, a young teen girl being auction off too notable clans in exchange for her first male heir… It was sick and the higher up knew it, that’s why they stayed silent.

That however was several years ago, you had promised to stay by Geto’s side and give him your life as he had saved you, it was the least you could give him, from that day on you’d do everything for Geto, you cooked and hand prepared all his meals, you wash and dry all his laundry, you brush and put up his hair, if there was a task he needed done you’d do it.

Geto entered his room and saw you finishing setting the table for him, there was his food, a tea pot of hot tea and two bottles of hot Sake, you knelt beside the table with your hand folded in your lap, before you turned to the man and bowed deeply to him, “Master Geto, you’re back… everything went well in the end” you smiled and sat up to wait for the man’s response, “quite well… but I reek of monkey now, help me change out of these rags” he grumbled and began undoing his robes, you stood immediately and began to strip him, you pasted him a towel before you walked to grab him some comfortable pants and a T-shirt, “would you like a bath before you eat, master Geto?” You asked and held the clothes for him to take, “no, I’m fine… it was just those clothes” he hummed before slipping on his pants and allowing you to help him pull the shirt over this head and down over his torso.

“I’m sorry for having to subject you to the foul smell of those monkeys” Geto brushed a hand over your cheek before sitting at the floor table and picking up his chopsticks and the bowl of plain rice, you felt your face warm up as you moved to kneel beside the table waiting for Geto to take his first bite, “I don’t mind, non-sorcerers don’t smell like anything to me… but I appreciate your kindness Master Geto” you smiled and he mirrored your smile, “You’re too kind to those monkeys… you’re too kind to even me” he hummed and you balled you hands into fists and sat up straight, “that’s not true at all, you mean everything to me Master Geto… I treat you the way you deserve to be treated” you raised your voice and you felt your face go red, Geto chuckled and nodded believing it best not to argue with you, out of fear you’d work yourself up too much and pass out from the stress.

Geto hummed in delight as he placed a piece of fish in his mouth, “you’ve out done yourself today, this fish is beautiful” he looked to you, watching as you smiled brightly and your cheeks heated up, “thank you Master Geto…” you spoke through a bright smile.

“Shall I go?” You asked and Geto shook his head, “Is there more?” He asked and you nodded, “I can serve you more once you’re finished, Master Geto” you hummed and he shook his head, “I wasn’t asking for me, I’d like for you to sit and join me” he smiled and you looked at him with wide eyes, Geto called for someone who was standing at the door, the man entered and he instructed him to set a tray of the food just like his own for you, and it was to be brought down he for you, you had not chance to deny or argue, “now before your food gets here pour yourself a cup of tea… and I’d like some sake” he spoke and you began to pour his sake and holding the cup for him to take, before pouring your cup of hot tea and in no time at all a tray of hot food was placed before you, “thank you, you’re far too kind Master Geto… you treat me so well” you smiled and Geto felt a slight knot in his stomach at your praise, “I don’t know what I’d do without you” you picked up your chopsticks and gave your thanks as you began eating, it really was good, you knew the food was tasty but having them together and with the tea it was all an excellent choice and you felt so much pride in yourself for giving the man you cared for so dearly such a delicious meal, “it’s delicious isn’t it… you’re quite talented” Geto sipped his sake and watched you eat the food, “I’m honoured you’d share your table and meal with me, Master Geto… you really are the greatest gift I’ve received” you felt tears sting the corner of your eyes and Geto leaned over and brushed his thumbs under your eyes, “you’re so generous with your praises… it pleases me, I’ll be sure too do more so I may earn more of your sweet praises” he whispering and kissed the corner of your lips, before he sat back and continued eating.

“Master Geto…” you spoke as to fingers brushed over the spot Geto had just kissed, “yes dear” he hummed and sipped on his sake, “may I asked for another kiss, if it isn’t too much trouble” you said while your face reddened so much Geto was sure if you weren’t sitting beside him, he’d have a difficult time recognising you.

Geto placed a hand on the side of the table and leant towards you, “you sit there so innocently and asked a man you worship to kiss you…” he said as his nose pressed against yours, “you ask me as if it isn’t going to make me act up” he spoke against your lips, you hummed and grabbed his shoulders “Master Geto, please” you whimpered and the man shoved to table causing the food and drinks to spill, all while he pressed you down onto your back, “Master Geto, what about your meal?” You gasped as he began to pull the ties and belts of your robes’ off, before opening the fabric and exposing your naked body underneath, “there is no worry, as my meal is laid before me” he chuckled and moved in.

Geto’s lips danced across your neck before drifting down your chest, he licked over your breasts and took one of your nipples in his mouth, “you shouldn’t lick me like that, I haven’t showered tonight, Master Geto… I’m dirty” you whined as you pressed your legs together and shift at the feeling of his lips wrapped around your nipple, Geto leant back and moved to the other nipple suckling on it before he spoke against your breast, “I spent my days with those smelly monkey, I long for the moment of relief I get when I spend time with you, my precious girl…” he groaned as he kissed down your body and grabbed your legs, Geto pried them apart and laid on his stomach, before he pressed his face between your legs and began kissing your inner thighs so lightly it tickled, you moaned and Geto quickly pulled your cunt into his face, he groaned as his tongue massaged over your clit and he rubbed the tip on his finger over your opening before pressing it into you, “Master Geto, please… it’s too good” you cried and the man hummed at your moans, he wrapped his lips around your clit as he sucked on it and he pushed a second finger into you.

You felt yourself slipping into ecstasy, you reached up for Geto’s hair and gently brushed your fingers into his fringe, while you moaned and arched your back, “Master Geto, you’re so good… you’re too good to me” you moaned and Geto felt your body tenses, he continued you work on your cunt, licking, sucking and fingers pumping, “I can see heaven… master Geto, it’s so good-“ you cut yourself off as you moaned and gripped his hair a little tighter, “Mast- Master… Geto…” you huffed as your legs shook and your eyes rolled back.

Geto smiled as he felt you cum over his fingers, he pulled back a look down as your body and all while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you, “say it’s good… tell me my fingers are good” he grabbed your face and focused you to look at him, “it’s good, master… your fingers a too good for me” you cried and Geto groaned, his fingers moving faster into you as your words stuck with him, he wasn’t too good for you but he definitely liked to hear it, though Geto chose to ignored the fact you’d tell him he was far too good for you even if he wasn’t fingering you.

“No… no more please, Master Geto” you sobbed as another orgasm began to build in your belly, Geto pulled away and you sighed as you were able to relax despite being deprived an otherworldly orgasm, “I want you… I’ve wanted you for a long time” Geto spoke as he pulled his shirt off and slid his pants off, leaving him as naked as you were, “every woman I’ve wasted my time with, is because you are out of my reach…” he grabbed your waist and pulled you down towards him, “but now you are here beneath me, will you expect me into you” he rubbed his tip through your folds, you moaned and grabbed his arms, “yes… have me completely, Master Geto” you rubbed his forearms with your thumbs and looked down towards his erection as it slid over your folds, “drop the formalness… I’ll be in you like a lover would be, address me as such” Geto explained and your face reddened, “I can’t… I can’t disrespect you in such a manner” you grabbed tightly onto his forearms and looked at him with a wide-eyed expression, “then call me Master Suguru… if you insist on being so formal” he sighed with a smile and you nodded, “Thank you for being so understanding, Master Suguru” you ran your hands up his arms to his shoulders, Geto groaned and slowly pressed his tip into your entrance, no longer being able to wait.

Geto pulled you up onto his lap as he slid you further down onto his member, “it’s good… it’s so big” you moaned in Geto’s ear as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close, he pressed his face into your neck and breathed in your scent, you were gorgeous and sweet, Geto longed to protect you, even though you didn’t need him to, you were strong enough on your own and capable but yet you devoted yourself to him, which was enough for him to want to have you by his side forever.

As Geto gently pulled you down into him, his hip thrust upwards into you, “Master Suguru, I’m so full… please” you moaned and Geto groaned against your skin before leaning you back and kissing down your neck to your chest, where he took one of your nipple into his mouth, he suckled all while you moaned and whined for him, digging your fingers into his hair and pressing your lips to the crown of his head, “I can feel you squeezing me…” he hummed against your breast, “…we just began and your already so close…” he lifted himself up and walked over to his bed, he gently placed you down while remaining inside of you, he grabbed your hands and pinned them down as he entwined both your fingers, “…I’m no where near done with you” he grunted and he snapped his hips into you quickly to emphasise what he said.

It had been hours at this point, the moon what high in the sky and soon the sun would be occupied the sky again, your voice had gone hoarse from all the crying and moaning you’d done, now you were lying on your stomach as Geto held your hips up and he thrusted rather desperately into you, he watch mesmerised by his cum that had been leaking out around his cock with every thrust he made, “I’m yours alone, Master Suguru… I’ll let only you have me” you moaned and looked back at the beautiful man behind you, you made intense eye contact with his slanted purple eyes, that watched you so deeply, “I want to take you from that world… I want you to know endlessly peace” Geto leant down and captured your lips before he his hips began snapping quickly into you, his thrusts were rough and quick, you could tell he was getting close again.

You turned your upper body to face him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “please let me have it deep this time, Master Suguru” you moaned and cupped his face with your other hand all while continuing to look him in the eyes, Geto grunted and your cunt squeezed at the sound, “your needy cunt wraps around far too tightly for me to not fill you with cum” he huffed and held your waist down and his hips began to snapped very quickly into you as he grunted deeply with each thrust.

“I’m going full you so good… you want that?” Geto huffed breathlessly as you gasped and nodded, “oh yes… yes please, Master Suguru” you moaned and bit your lower lip as your eyes rolled back, your hips shook, your toes curled and your head dropped onto the soft blanket on Geto’s bed, “oh Christ… you’re perfect, my perfect girl” he threw his head back and sighed out into the air, as he grabbed at your waist so tightly you squeaked out in discomfort causing Geto to let going of you and quickly apologise. Geto pulled out of you and watched as all his load began to drip and leak from your cunt, you moaned as the feeling of his hot loads deep inside you.

You moved to stand was stopped, “what are you doing? Are you crazy? I just used your body up without giving you a break…” Geto scolded you and pressed a hand down on your upper back, making it difficult you to move or even sit, “…if you need something I’ll let it, let your Master take care of you for a change” he chuckled and you shook your head, “no no, I couldn’t… let me run you a bath and massage your sore muscles, Master Geto” you spoke quickly and Geto huffed in disbelief, “back to calling my Geto, like I had just spent hours in you… how disappointing” he sighed and faked disappointment, because he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and walked you to the bathroom, you protested the entire way to the room, the whole ten steps.

Geto ran the bath all while you remain over his shoulder pleading with him to let you take care of it, “enough!” Geto spoke in a suddenly, his tone was sharp and deep, you suddenly stopped and he sighed, “I’m sorry, darling girl… I admire your devotion to me but for this moment your the boss and I’m taking care of you” he smiled and placed you into the warm water, you sighed and relaxed as you ran a hand up Geto’s arm, “okay, well please join me in the bath… Suguru” you spoke softly, Geto’s eyes widened his jaw dropped, he nodded and moved into the bath before pulling you closer, “I like that, my name sounds so good on your lips, Master” Geto kissed you as he’s cheeks reddened and he pressed his face into your neck.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 5 - Shota Aizawa: kitten’s treat.

Day 7 - Tetsurou Kuroo: Just sit here.

[feathery-bastard]

callout post cw: sexualizing minors, racism

Hey Lord of the Flies fandom! So like, are we all aware the puterboy1 is a creep?

If you're in the tumblr community for lotf you've probably noticed a lot of posts from the user I mentioned, however I noticed a lot of people interact with him like he's normal so I decided to bring to light some things (under cut)

I'd like to preface this by saying this man is THIRTY (30) years old.

So first of all, he's made WEIRD comments about the lotf boys, for example under Mikeru6's no rescue au post

he commented:

And then he doubled down by saying:

AND the cherry on top, he's made racist comments about the casting choices in the percy jackson show:

Anyways if you have more screenshots/ other examples of his creepy behavior feel free to Dm me, I wrote this all at 6 in the morning because I'm am so sick and tired of him.

[atimeofyourlife]

I'll help your pain

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: "who did this to you?" | rated: t | wc: 465 | cw: canonical injuries, recovering from a head injury, mention of neglectful parenting & medical neglect | tags: concussed steve, steve has head trauma, pre steddie Eddie finds a beat-to-hell Steve in the school bathroom.

"Who did this to you?"

Eddie couldn't stop the words from falling out of his mouth when he walked into the bathroom. He was planning on skipping third period with a smoke. But that went out of the window when he saw Steve Harrington slumped against the wall by the sinks, beat to hell. He had a glazed look in his eyes, as if he wasn't fully aware of where he was.

"Huh?" Steve replied, looking at Eddie, but not focusing.

"Jesus, you must be concussed. Who did this to you?" He asked again, moving closer to Steve.

"Hargrove." Steve mumbled, slipping down the wall a little.

"It looks like he was trying to kill you." Eddie grabbed hold of Steve to stop him from hitting the floor.

"Prob'ly. Better me than the kid." Steve slurred, his eyes slipping closed.

"What kid?" Eddie started to ask, then realizing if Steve was concussed as he seemed, sleep could be a bad idea. "Hey, Harrington. Steve. Uh, come on, eyes open. No sleeping."

"Lucas. Hargrove didn want a black kid bein' friends with his sister." Steve replied, opening his eyes a little. "Light's too bright."

"Shit. Uh, we'll get back to Hargrove being racist later, but I think I need to get you to the nurse. You need to go home. Or to the hospital. You might have a concussion."

"Hospital said I do. Grade four." Steve mumbled.

"You shouldn't be here right now. I'm taking you to the nurse." Eddie pulled Steve towards him, so he could help him walk.

"No." Steve protested. "M' parents said two days in hospital 'nd two at home were enough. They'll be mad."

"Uh. Okay. How about I take you back to mine? My uncle was a medic so he'll know what to do."

"'Kay." Steve replied, his eyes starting to drift shut again.

After Steve had recovered enough from the concussion, Eddie didn't really expect to see much of him. So it was a surprise when he knocked on the trailer door one Saturday afternoon, holding a gift basket.

"I. Uh. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me through everything. You and your uncle, you were really great." Steve said, looking a little awkward.

"It's no problem, Harrington. You needed help, and no one else wanted to step up and do it. We weren't going to ignore it." "I. Thanks. If you could tell your uncle thanks as well." Steve went to step away.

"It shouldn't be long before Uncle Wayne gets home, so you could hang around and tell him yourself?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, come on in. Maybe I could show you some real music, or introduce you to dnd while we wait." Eddie almost pulled Steve inside, letting the door slam closed behind them.

[aekatty]

𝒵𝑜𝑜 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒! Ft. Monster trio + Law

a/n: i’m new to posting so no judging pwety pwease. also i wrote this super late at night 🙏

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18+!! MINORS DNI

masterlist

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cw: mentions of short reader, all of the guys except law-ish sound like they’re on crack, lots of wrestling, cheesy asf, is this what u do at a zoo?!

tags ✮⋆˙

fluff but mostly humorous, literal chaos, a bit ooc(?), tried to make it gender inclusive, found this prompt through pinterest lol

zoro

when you brought up the idea of going to the zoo, warned him beforehand about the “look but don’t touch” rule

you didn’t want him to see the zoo as a training arena

first suggested that yall go to the beach instead but u declined it saying, “it was too cliche”

he would never admit it but he’s silently insecure whenever he sees you get along well with the animals (whenever he smiles at them, they run away)

a small smile creeps up at the corner of his lips as he watches you gawk at the aquatic animals section

you call the seals, “sea puppies.” he just calls them “water dogs”

purposefully makes eye contact with gorillas to rile them up (he tried to ask the zookeeper to let him inside the enclosure so he can fight them to which you slap him in the back of the head for)

gorillas see eye contact as a challenge to fight

there was an event that happened where the penguins would dive and twirl underwater to impress you

zoro threatened them by claiming that he’ll ask sanji to turn them into “penguin kabobs” if they didn’t stop flirting with his gf (they got scared and ran back to their zookeeper)

attempted to smile at the otters but got scared and swam away

got lost one time and accidentally landed in the chimpanzee enclosure. you couldn’t help but laugh as the keeper got mad at him for beating up the chimpanzees bc they “gave him the stink eye”

the crew made fun of him after coming back from the zoo with a bald patch at the back of his head.

a giraffe thought his hair was grass and you had to pull him away just so he wouldn’t be tempted to use his swords on them

got both of you guys got kicked out after he tried impressing you by using three sword style on a polar bear

luffy

like zoro, u also warned him about the “look don’t touch” rule

like a kid on sugar, luffy got excited as he became enamored with the (in his own words), “big buff animals”

kept asking you which of these animals would make a delicious meal

would point at the monkeys and go, “look, it’s me!”

for the love of god, the rubber boy would not stop cracking up at the baboons and calling them “apple butts”

randomly asked you if you would find him more attractive if he was an actual monkey

he genuinely believed you when you joked about rhinos being “dinosaurs”

“NO WAY!! I THOUGHT THEY WERE EXTINCT!”

“i was jok-“

“WAIT TILL I TELL ROBIN ABOUT THIS! SHE'S GONNA BE SO JEALOUS WHEN SHE FINDS OUT THAT I DISCOVERED DINOSAURS BEFORE HER!”

he kept stretching his face and making monkey noises at the monkeys

(they looked at him with disinterest)

he thought it would be a good idea to wrestle a bear. you got mad at him after he knocked it out with his “gum-gum pistol”

he cried at the sight of the otters because he said that it reminded him of alabasta and that alabasta reminds him of vivi

he asked the giraffes if they were related to kaku and then panicked bc he “thought he was racist” for asking that

“[name], does this mean I'm not woke :(“

you got mad at him after he decided it would be a good idea to put his head inside the mouth of a hippo. the zookeeper almost fainted as the hippo bit down on his head but you assured them that his devil fruit powers would prevent him from dying that easily

you honestly contemplated your relationship with your captain/boyfriend but his stupidity is what makes him charming (to you at least)

he kept asking the zookeepers if he can keep the boa constrictor as a pet

along with wanting a snake as a pet, he kept asking the lions if they could join his crew

got emotional at the sight of leopards bc they reminded him of pedro

like zoro, he got both of yall kicked out after he tried smuggling a lion out of the cage and named it “sun destroyer 4000”

you were more surprised at the fact that you guys didn’t get kicked out earlier

sanji

“[name], my dear, how would you feel if i took you out on a date to a place of your choice?”

“well there is one place i’ve been wanting to go to for awhile.”

maybe going to the zoo with sanji was a mistake, the flirty blonde boy would not stop comparing you to every “cute” animal he saw

for long hair: it didn’t help that he purposefully braided your hair and tied them up to look like bear ears which you look even cuter in his eyes (my headcanon is that sanji knows how to braid hair hehe)

he found it cute that you saw a bunch of reindeers and called them “a family of choppers”

if there was a big crowd of people surrounding an exhibit and you couldn’t see, he would use his height to his advantage by lifting you up to get a good view of the animals

after getting down you were wondering why his nose was bleeding until you realized he had a good view under your skirt

if you’re wearing pants, he just nose bled at the sight of your gyat

you joked with him saying that you would find it hot if he wrestled an ostrich. but sanji being sanji, took it literal and actually did it

the zookeeper yelled at him after the ostrich was left unconscious

flirtatiously asked if you would still find him attractive even if he was an animal

“no, sanji, that would be beastiality.”

felt his whole face heat up after you put on matching ear headbands with him

in response, he tried to buy out the whole gift shop

tried to convince you into buying “i’m his, im hers” shirts but you told him it was cringe which hurt his ego

for gn! readers, bro tried to buy those “im cool, im cooler shirts” cause he a lil cheesy

when you became enamored with the snake exhibit he tried to flex saying, “you wouldn’t have to worry about a snake swallowing you bc i would be there to protect you, my dear”

you compared him to a ram bc you saw him as courageous and determined for his crew

“[NAME] SWANNN, YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT OUT OF THE BLUE!” there goes your man…

almost nose bled AGAIN at the thought of you as a red panda while visiting the exhibit (you thought he was tweakin)

got jealous when you said tigers were just as cool as zoro

he compared zoro to a baboon bc he’s always scratching his ass and sniffing his hand after (wait why is this lowk a good headcanon 😝)

you found it adorable as you watched him feed the animals in the petting zoo as if he were their father

he freaked out as the goat stole the cigarette out of his mouth and ate it in front of him.

one of your fave moments of intimacy with sanji would be sharing cotton candy with him as you watched the penguins do tricks in the water

after getting back on the sunny, you decided to surprise him with a ram plushie you bought behind his back

he thanked you by peppering your face in kisses and showering you in praises

“oh my dear, [name]. you don’t need to spoil me like that! it should be the other way around!”

bonus!! trafalgar law

law asked his crew beforehand on “great date spots” to take you out on; to which penguin suggested yall go to the zoo

he never cared for the zoo but as long as you were happy he didn’t mind

got flustered after you mentioned that snow leopards reminded you of him

he bought you a snow leopard plush and you named it “traffy”

you asked him if you should buy souvenirs for the crew

you asked him if you could adopt a polar bear so that bepo would have a friend. he replied with, “no bc he’s already friends with me”

thought it would be funny to teleport you to the lion enclosure until his powers conveniently started tweaking and he couldn’t teleport you back out

you punched him in the head after you came back with scratches from wrestling them

he felt bad for the joke he did on u, so he teleported you to the capybara enclosure as an apology

compared you to a meerkat bc “you’re short but really fast on those legs.” you responded by threatening to give his sword away to zoro

made fun of you after you got startled by him in the insect section. he laughed as you slapped his hand after he pretended it was a tarantula

he likes to install fear into u by explaining different ways each animal can kill you

he would purposefullykiss you in front of the monkeys after they tried flirting with you

the zookeeper had to tell him to stop bc they were afraid that they would break out their enclosure

what pissed him off even more was the fact it reminded him of the rubber boy

after you guys get back to the submarine, the crew crowded you as you gave them their souvenirs. law couldn’t help but smile at your generosity and friendship with everyone

oh yea….he felt himself fall in-love with you again

[c10verfem]

cw // racism, bdsm/kink, rape mention, pedophilia, online grooming

I feel like if your kink is a calling a black child your “black slut”, and “black slave” and saying to them “ I’ll make you into a woman by raping you and destroying your young black body with my old hard white cock” you might just be racist.

[kyoshi-week]

KYOSHI ERA WEEK 2024:

RULES & TAGS

To commemorate The Rise of Kyoshi's 5th anniversary, The Kyoshi Era Week 2024 will happen from July 14th to July 21st! Please, save the date and start planning!

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What works will be accepted? Everything, as long as it adheres to the rules. This means one-shots, multi-chapters, art, moodboards, head-canons, meta-analyses or anything else you want to create.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

. . . 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐲.

[ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ] —

please read thoroughly before you follow/interact!!

✦ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭-𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

this is a smut-free blog!! the reason i say that instead of just sfw blog is because i occasionally rb suggestive content (whether it’s fanart or fics), and write + post dark content (mild gore, horror elements, yan stuff, pseudocest, generally twisted dynamics, etc). those works are always tagged with cw dark content (along w relevant warnings), but some of my general posts are also suggestive/dc-leaning and may not be tagged as well!!!

in other words:

i won’t write or rb full on smut, but that doesn’t mean all my content is sfw / that this is a sfw blog. pls mind the distinction!!

and with that being said — please don’t tag me in smut / heavy dc, or send me any nsfw asks!! suggestive stuff (jokes, tension, bare bodies, suguru’s tits, etc) is obviously fine, but i’d prefer to keep this blog free from anything toooo explicit </3 additionally, i’m uncomfy around pregnancy/childbirth/childrearing topics!!

✦ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰?

minors are welcome to read and interact with my works (though please mind the warnings on my darker pieces), but i’d appreciate if you didn’t follow this blog!! like mentioned before, my general posts can be suggestive or a little messed up sometimes, and i just don’t like the idea of minors having to see that lmao. please do understand and respect this, it’s for my comfort and yours <3

in the same vein, bloggers who write/interact with smut and dark content are always welcome to follow & interact — just pls mind my own boundaries and understand that i might not be comfortable following back depending on how sensitive i am to the particular content you post, and how you tag it!! it’s never ever personal, just for the sake of curating my own safe space here :3

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i don’t take requests, but you’re always more than welcome to drop by my inbox with brainrot or concepts <33 or for any other reason at all!! i don’t bite!!! (neither do the mice)(probably……..)

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many of my favorite characters are awful human beings <3 i’m a lover of all villains and that extends to characters like kenjaku and sukuna, but also ones like makima (csm) and mori (bsd)!! 

if that makes you uncomfortable, or if you think that equates to me condoning their actions / that liking them reflects my morality irl, then please block me!! i post about my blorbos regularly, and i’d hate to make anyone uncomfortable, but this is my little blog bubble at the end of the day. (+ i disagree w you)

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last, but not least; please do not interact if you are bigoted (racist, queerphobic, misogynistic, pro-israel, etc) + if you are anti-dark content and / or harass people over the fictional content they create or consume (under any circumstances)!!

(tyvm for reading all this 🙂‍↕️ i’m giving you a smooch!!!!!)

[bunny-lovers]

My Only Romantic F/O

Rumi Usagiyama (Rabbit Hero: Mirko) from My Hero Academia She’s the love my life & soulmate 💕 Status: Dating since 4/4/2021 otp: bunny kisses I’m very uncomfortable sharing her romantically

DNI/BYF

DNI:

You also self ship romantically with Mirko

Proshippers/profic/comshippers/darkshippers/anti antis/neutrals/supporters

You support cringe culture

Anti-self shipping

You’re an adult who self ship romantically with minor characters/age up minor characters/age yourself down. You support an adult who self ship romantically with minor characters/age up minor characters/age themselves down

You erase canon LGBT+ of characters

RPF shippers

MAP/NOMAP/zoophIle/supporters

You support autism speaks and/or peta

You ship/support pedo, incest, etc in fiction

If you self ship with someone who is a canonical r*pist/p*dophile

You’re racist/anti-blm, nazi, antisemitic, ableist, sexist, zionist

You’re an LGBT+ phobic, TERFs, radfems, radqueer/transid, truscum/transmeds and/or an ace/aro/nonbinary exclusionist

You don’t support he/him and they/them lesbians or she/her and they/them gay men

You’re fujoshi

You send anon hate

BYF:

Sometimes I post suggestive content, it’ll be tag #suggestive & #suggestive cw. If you don’t want to see suggestive content, just blacklist one of the tags, especially if you’re a minor!

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