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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 1 year ago

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“Hey Larry, so this is the faggot I texted you about. He was lost a couple nights ago and came knocking on my door….

“Get this! I’m watching my porn—you know the five-on-one gangbang of that Russian bitch. She’s about 5 feet, and each of the guys are like fucking linebackers, and each with gigantic cocks. They are smacking her around and shoving their cocks into her holes whether or not there’s already a dick in there. At one time she had two cockheads in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her shitter. The fifth guy was fucking her tits. I love her.

“I’m going to town on my cock. The bottle of lotion almost empty. It’s an all night pud pounding session for sure. Then there’s a knock at the door. It’s eleven-thirty at night! I pull up my shorts, that’s the only I have on.

“I open the door and this faggot is standing there soaking wet; it had stopped raining then. And he tells me he ran out of gas with his dead phone, and he was walking to get help. He came across the Miller Road bridge; it was washed out. He thought the Reed River was shallow. Fucker got swept away. He was walking around for hours before he found my road and me.

“All the while he’s telling me this, he keeps staring at my hard-on tenting in my shorts. You know that once I get a hard-on going, that it takes a long time for it to go down. Well it was rock hard, and I didn’t care.

“So when the fag asked if I would help him, I grabbed my cock through my shorts and demanded, ‘Strip!’ I walked back to my chair and shouted, ‘Leave your wet faggy clothes on the steps and get in here and give me some head.’ The bitch did just that. You know how hard it is for me to find a good woman who knows how to blow my fat hog. This faggot throated me without any struggling. He was taking me the way that Russian bitch was taking those five men in the video.

“Just like she was getting slapped, I decided to give that a try. Oh my god, here watch this.

“I just snap my fingers and point down, and there, just like that, the faggot comes over and kneels in front of me.

“This cocksucker can take one slap after another. And I’m not holding back. I’m giving him way worse than I used to hit Paula. For her it was one slap. I’ve already given him a dozen swats here. But listen to what he says when I stop….

“Did you hear that? The faggot said, ‘Thank you Sir.’ Can you believe that? It’s grateful for me treating it like shit. No matter what I do to him, he’s game.

“In the video after the guys nutted on her face and tits, they pissed on her. I thought, well why not. I pushed him off my cock. I grabbed him by his hair and dragged him out of the trailer. I pushed him out and he fell to the ground. I went up to him and started pissing on his face. And the faggot tried to catch it in his mouth! He wanted to drink my piss.

“Watch this. All I have to do is take out my cock and aim it at his mouth and he opens up his toilet mouth. Oh man this is nice. When I get done with his mouth, give him a try.

“So, the other night, when I first pissed on him, it was a long piss, and I was pissing through a hard on. After I was done, I kicked him. He recoiled, but in doing so he had his ass up in the air. It reminded me of the Russian porn star. I had a hard on, and I just did it. I shoved my fat cock and fucked the faggot hard. I could tell he wasn’t ready. It’s a good thing that the closest neighbors are half a mile away. He was screaming like a bitch.

“After I unloaded my balls into his shitter, threw him into Angel’s old kennel, gave him a blanket, and locked the cage. There was no way I was going to have a stray fag in my trailer while I’m asleep.

“You want to use his toilet mouth? You have been telling me that I should get a good woman and have a faggot on the side to fuck. You have that now, right? You ever encounter a piss drinker or one you can slap around?...

“Let him suck on you afterwards.

“So yesterday morning, I took his car keys from his stuff I locked away and went looking for his car. Found it fairly easy. Yeah, he was telling the truth; he was out of gas. I went through his bags. It looks like he was driving to Chicago for that leather convention. I brought back his suitcases, mostly full of toys. I don’t know what the hell half of them do. A number of dildoes. The one that’s in his shitter right now is one with a dog tail on the other end.

“He told me he’s into something called ‘puppy play’. I told him that he’s not fucking my dogs. He told me he likes being treated as a dog and that being thrown into the kennel was a dream come true. He put on this hood in the shape of a dog, and I couldn’t stop laughing. I told him I would treat him like a dog, just without the mask. I told him that he’ll be kept naked except for the dog tail. I told him that I just wish that I didn’t have to look at his pecker.

“And you know what he did? He took out this tiny contraption. It’s on his pecker right now. It keeps his junk locked up so he can’t play with it or even get hard. Look at it! There’s a padlock on it. The faggot gave me the key!. Never even thought of anything like this was even done.

“Back on my dick.

“He was going to go to Chicago for the week, but he said that he would rather stay here with me and be treated like a dog. I’m like fine. I keep him naked, he eats his meals from a bowl on the floor, he sleeps in the kennel out back or on the dog mat beside my bed, and he’s not allowed to talk other than the thank you’s. I put a shock collar on him like I do all my dogs, and he got so horned up. He is one sick puppy.

“He gives a great blowjob doesn’t he? You were right, a faggot on the side is what men need to have to deal with bitch wives. If I had this faggot, Paula would probably still be with me.

“Too bad, on Tuesday he’ll head on back home. I doubt I will get to find out what all those toys were. You know what was weird? In his trunk, he had a toilet seat on legs. That’s it over there. I’m going to keep it. You know for when we go fishing at the lake. If we have to take a dump, instead of walking half a mile to use the one at the bait and tackle shop, or to squat in shrubs. Now we can just sit and let go.

“Faggot, why are you grinning at me like that? You are chuckling Don’t you ever laugh at me. I ought to take my belt to you. You need to learn some manners. You…

“…What are you trying to say? No. No. I told you that dogs don’t speak…. Where are you going pup?

“The toilet seat with legs? OK. So what?

“What the fuck? What the hell are you doing? Why are you crawling under…?

“…No! Oh my fucking god. Oh. My. God. You want me to sit on that toilet seat with your face underneath?

“Larry, have you ever done this?...

“…Wait, you have had a fag stick his tongue in your shitter? I’ve seen bitches flick their tongue across a man’s ass in the pornos, but this faggot seems to want his tongue to go inside.

“Look at him. He’s giddy.

“Larry, would you ever sit on the faggot’s face?... You would? Ok. I’m going to trust you on this.

“OK faggot, you are going to be sorry…. Last chance to back out before you get smothered in my nasty crack. I have no idea as to how clean it is, but fuck, you don’t seem to care.

“Good lord this seat is low. How the hell…

“…Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Jeeze! Ahhhhh. Wow. Why the fuck did I have to wait this long to discover this? Holy shit. This is amazing.

“Larry. No woman would do this…. I just can’t believe… Damn, my dick is rock hard. Hey, go into the trailer, or wherever, I want to take some time, enjoying this. We’ll talk later.

“Pup, keep up doing what you are doing…. Mmmmm. You know what? Does this seat work the same if I turn it around. I would prefer not to look at your body in front of me.

“Ugh! Getting up from one of these things is a bitch. Let’s move it to the edge of the concrete step. There. Now that’s at a better height. Now I have my phone to watch some porn. Here comes my shithole.

“Oh man. This is the best. You sure know how to make a man feel good. You let me do what I want. I said you are to go home on Tuesday. Now, I want you to stay longer. I want this tongue in my shithole pretty much all the time.

“That fart just slipped out…. Did you just moan?

“Oh pup! Let’s fucking do this….”

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bluephoric · 8 months ago

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ridiculously long list of larry johnson hcs because fuck you he doesnt get enough love

Tw for depressing ass shit

- larry is a tired clumsy airhead, and as a result he always has SOMETHING spilled, wiped, or drawn on his clothes.

- undiagnosed adhd, and probably a few other things

- both him and sal collect bottlecaps, they like to make pins out of cool ones they find, often trading them like pokemon cards. they have multiple matching friendship ones. on common ones though, he likes to flatten and paint.

- larry's mental health generally sucks, but when things get really bad he stops caring about his physical safety, often pulling some reckless shit. even when he gets hurt from it, he doesnt seem to mind. Times like these kinda scare him, and he tries to avoid falling into them.

- despite seemingly "not caring about anything" (as he puts it) during these episodes, he's still fiercely protective of his friends and tries to be gentle with them, both physically and emotionally.

- callused hands, fingers yellowed from smoking.

- big fan of gas stations when he's high, practically raids that shit. one of his nicknames is "stoner jesus"

- he's openly bisexual and flirts with random people for fun. its usually something light. dorky pickup lines, stupid puns.. he Never expects it to be shot back at him but on the rare occasion it happens, he turns into a giggling mess.

- he actually pissed off travis even worse a few times with it, I could go into it further but this isnt a larvis post so i'll spare you all. For now.

- his favorite horror movies are the funny ones

- he isnt much of a drinker, mostly around holidays and just to get a little buzzed. spiked eggnog and fireball are his go-to's. Drunk christmas karaoke is one of his favorite things (he's constantly giving sal secondhand embarrassment). 2 words, mariah carrey.

- For awhile he genuinely tried to be a good student but because he was so far behind and his undiagnosed adhd, the teachers started to demonize him. Eventually he realized it didnt matter how hard he tried, so he just gave up. The only subject he likes is art, so that's where he focuses all his energy and actually tries.

- skips school sometimes but lisa tends to give him hell for it so he tries not to do it too often, mostly just skips certain classes if hes really not feeling it.

- almost always comes to school high

- his room is such a mess. sal tries to help him with it but he has similar struggles. whenever ash or todd come over, it becomes a group effort and shit gets done rather quickly. luckily no biohazards, so its not like his room really needs a DEEP clean but still. its nice.

- larry fucking LOVES jack black movies, also stupid stoner movies.

- Loves the arcade too, You'd think his favorite would be guitar hero, but that's more for sal. his favorite is mortal combat or those car racing games that you sit in with the steering wheel.

- larry cant cook for shit, hes always burning something, it always turns out gross and inedible. unless he's stoned, in which case he magically turns into a michelin star chef. weird ass combinations, but it always turns out really good.

- despite being shit at cooking, he still tries to help his mom with it, even though he mostly ends up just being in the way and she eventually shoos him out of the kitchen

- he smells super musky, with cheap cologne and the faint scent of weed

- when he was really little, he had a dinosaur onsie that he would wear everywhere, very rarely taking it off until it started to get too tight. he was beyond devastated when he realized he grew out of it, lisa had to pry it away from him in fear that he would accidentally destroy it. She keeps it in her closet collecting dust. Its one of the few things she kept from before jim disappeared. despite it bringing up memories of what things used to be like before he "left", she couldnt bear to throw it out.

- sometimes when larry needs comfort, he sneaks into her room and steals it temporarily. on sleepless nights, he zips it over his pillows as a makeshift pillowcase, its one of the few things that help him relax. It's always put back in place by the next morning. Lisa has no idea, and he's far too embarrassed about it to say anything to her.

- the only person who knows about this is sal because of their sleepovers. One night He was high as balls and got paranoid, when he tried to sleep it off the fear was just too much so away he crept, into lisa's room. Of course he made sal come with him, he sure as shit wasnt going alone.

- when questioned about it, larry refused to answer and so sal let it go figuring he would tell him when he was ready.

- Larry Harbors an obscene amount of guilt. struggles with sh off and on, tries not to relapse unless things get really unbearable. to prevent this, him and the SF gang (primarily ash) regularly doodle and sometimes paint on the places he's prone to harm.

- when he can feel himself slipping into an episode, larry makes it a point to braid his hair so it won't get matted. tries to brush it and rebraid it at least once a week, but often struggles to find the energy and lets it sit in for longer. Not to mention, a lot of the times he stops showering which makes it even harder to braid because of the greasiness.

- has given himself a few amateur stick and pokes. They look like shit, and he knows it but he's still very proud of them.

- the ink he uses for it fades pretty fast

- he's also tried to give himself piercings, but always fucks it up so he takes them out and slaps a bandaid over it

- collects different kinds of flavored chapstick, takes a bite out of them sometimes when he thinks no one is looking (ofc sal has caught him a few times but has never said anything)

- after he first met megan, he was scared shitless. slept with the lights on for the next few weeks and refused to shut the door when going to the bathroom, insisting to his mom on keeping the shower curtain open at all times (he tried to act chill about it around sal and it kinda worked. kinda.) after awhile he eventually calmed down but still finds himself getting really nervous whenever him and sal talk to a ghost, though he would never admit it.

- has a picture of his dad in a locket but rarely wears it because he's afraid he'll accidentally break it. always keeps it with him though, usually in his pocket, holding it as he walks.

- Despite his general demeanor he's quite the gentleman, always holding doors open and really courteous towards women. Most people don't expect it just based on his appearance, but Lisa raised him right.

- also he's hot as fuck.

- we all know larry is a metalhead, but what kind of metal is his favorite? It generally depends on his mood but id say sludge, thrash, and doom.

- You're telling me this man, who is depressed as fuck and also a stoner wouldnt eat up some electric wizard? saint vitus? bitch, please. I know quite a few albums that would bring him to his knees.

- And I know I'm prolly gonna get hate for this but I notice when a lot of other people write about larry (AND sal), they tend to lean towards nu metal or just plain emo. And while I don't think either of them would mind it, The lyrics and vocals of Sanity's fall feels more reminiscent of death or black metal and given the fact that SF is his favorite band, I don't think he would listen to that kind of stuff, at least not on a regular basis. Ash on the other hand definitely would.

#sally face #larry johnson #the brainrot continues #live laugh steve gabry

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bigskydreaming · 6 months ago

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The Vampire Daniel Molloy, when Louis asks what he's looking forward to most about the next stage of his newly immortal life:

Hmm. With how much my maker already complains about me ruining his life and how every day I give him a new reason to regret ever siring me, if I had to pick just one thing, I'd say the thing I'm most looking forward to is when I hit vampire puberty.

Louis: ....

Daniel: Vampire puberty's when the really wild superpowers kick in, right?

Louis: I suppose technically that's not....inaccurate.

Daniel: Hey, what are the chances of me getting the 'set shit on fire with my brain' thing you've got? Can you even imagine how much that would piss him off? His disappointment of a fledgling having the same gifts as the ex who dumped his ass....oh, man. C'mon now. I bet I could do some real damage with that.

Louis: Actually, while we're near the subject: would you please stop introducing yourself as 'the reason your vampire parents got divorced?'

Daniel: No, Louis, Louis! You're not getting it, see....the thing that makes it funny is its true.

Louis: You've really decided to lean into the whole 'second childhood' angle, huh.

Daniel: Mmmm. And just think. If you'd turned me fifty years ago when I first asked, I'd be well past this stage by now. And also still twenty. And hot.

Louis: Ahh. Its like that, then, is it.

Daniel: Oh, only a little bit. Really though, its like, every day I discover a new way to make Armand rue my very existence all over again, and maybe I'm just a simple man with simple needs, because that's just....very fun for me. I mean, there's just something extra validating in knowing the guy you're all "fuck that guy, I hate him, he sucks" about hates you waaaay more than you can be bothered to hate him. Because then its like you win the feud, right? You still get to hate that guy, which is great, because fuck that guy, he sucks, but you also get to know your very existence drives him way crazier than his ever makes you, and I mean, let's be real. Who doesn't like winning things?

Louis: Well I'm so glad you've found something that gives you a sense of purpose at least. Its very -

Daniel: Yeah, yeah, immortal blood drinkers need hobbies other than mass murder, it keeps the body count low and is good for the environment. Relax. I know. I literally wrote the book on it. You were there.

Louis: That's what you got out of it?

Daniel: Why, did you want me to fixate on your sex scenes instead? That seems weird. A little narcissistic even. And at the risk of self-awareness, when I'm the one -

Louis: Right. Well. I just wanted to make sure you had something to focus your energies on. It can all be a bit overwhelming at first and with your level of public attention at the moment, its very crit -

Daniel: Nope, all good here. Got myself a steady supply of Deadbeat Dad jokes that make my maker's eye twitch - apparently base word play is "gauche" or some shit - ugh, my god, its like nothing I do is ever good enough for him, and I only ate one of the editors on my shitlist to test drive my shiny new murder skills. He had this thing about Oxford commas, used to bug the crap out of me. Its like we get it, you hate them. They're literally dots on a page, they can't hurt you, can we please move on....

Louis: ....

Daniel: Louis, I'm kidding. Look, you don't have to worry about me. I already decided I find emotional evisceration way more satisfying than the physical version. Less clean up and it lasts longer anyway. I'm not going to get myself into trouble by cosplaying as Jack the Ripper where paparazzi can catch me red-fanged, and even if I do, I hereby absolve you of all responsibility. You can stop mother-henning me, you didn't turn me, you literally said no when I begged you to, its the whole reason I have eternal wrinkles instead of youthful tautness.

Louis: Not gonna let that one go, are you.

Daniel: Gimme a few centuries and ask me again. I'll let you know then.

Louis: Mmhmm. So this was....memorable and we definitely won't be doing it again. But you do seem to have things figured out so I'll leave you to it, then.

Daniel: Wait, Louis, don't go! Don't you want to hear my five-century life plan for annoying Armand into an early retirement mausoleum? I made visual aids!

Louis: Goodbye, Daniel.

Daniel: Fine, leave then! I don't care! You're not my real dad anyway! Et cetera, et cetera!

#iwtv spoilers #iwtv season 2 spoilers #iwtv season 2 finale spoilers

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soobinskii · 8 months ago

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UP ALL NIGHT(CLUB) PART ONE.

a/n : this took quite a bit but i'm glad to finally have it out! next part may be around the same or longer. enjoy <3

word count : 2k+

soobin and i were getting ready to go to jackson's party. THE jackson wang's party. we know it's about to be an absolute rager. i decided to wear a dress that would suit a club; a little black dress, with an open back.

as i step out of our shared room in the apartment, he looks me up and down then proceeds to grab my waist and spin me around, slapping my ass in the process.

"if we didn't have to leave in 5 minutes, this shit would be torn apart, and all over the floor right now. you look sexy as hell." soobin says, smirking and raising his eyebrow as he speaks curtly.

i smile at him, and tell him "if we didn't have to go, you'd be balls deep inside of me right now." while giving him a feigned innocent look, a glint of mischief in my eyes.

he laughs and grabs the keys to his car, tells me to follow him and of course i do, who am i to not listen to soobin?

he opens the door to his high-class, luxury car for me and gets in the driver's seat, looking absolutely ravishing in his simple outfit of a black polo and blue jeans.

the way his jeans hug his thighs? it makes me want to suck on his fat cock.

we head off to jackson's party, already hearing the heavy bass and smelling weed from down the block. i'm suprised he hasn't gotten any noise complaints yet. soobin parked a bit down the street, so we get out and he grabs my hand then proceeds to take me down to jackson's house. as we enter, there's basically a wall of smoke that hits us, we swear we could have gotten second hand high instantly. jackson spots us and comes over to us, eyes completely bloodshot & stumbling a bit, "heeey!! (y/n), soobin! y'all look great." he's basically talking in slow motion, high off of his ass (definitely close to greening out). we giggle, "very nice to see you jackson, glad to be here." as jackson makes room for us to enter, we shuffle in through the doorway.

soobin goes to the kitchen to get a drink, i go sit with eric, seungcheol, mingi and jaemin on the couch as they pass around a blunt. "mind sharing?" i ask them. mingi replies, "absolutely not doll, we've got so much shit to share." and passes me a fat, heavily rolled blunt.

i inhale it and that shit hits me almost instantly, i cough a bit and seungcheol rubs my back as i pass it to him. "you good? i know that shit's strong. a lil' thing like you doesn't have a high tolerance." he states with a slight pout, and i nod my head while taking a sip of the fruit punch from his hand.

i hear mingi giggling and i slap his shoulder, "shut up bitch, you were just choking down vodka." seungcheol retorts to the younger and mingi rolls his eyes between giggles.

i look over to the dance floor and see jiung and keeho, they're dancing to 'how deep is your love', the most typical 'party' song to ever exist. i think about joining them, but watching is more fun. especially since i feel like i'm planted down into the couch, letting the music flow through my veins and the bass pulse throughout my muscles. i feel like i can hear every single word and beat in my bones.

i look over bit more and find soobin playing a drinking game, about 4 shots deep and it's only been about 30 to 40 minutes since we got here. i soon realize that his close friend, beomgyu is taking the shots for him, and he's taking blinkers off of a pen- he never was much of a drinker. i can tell he's stoned from here, he's moving slow and laughing a lot more than usual. he always looks so good while he's high, he always looks amazing, but there's definitely something about his low, red eyes and tilted smile.

there's just something different right now, the way his hair is pushed back, shirt perfectly fitted to his body line, the look on his face as he's trying to focus but is too giggly to do so.

i decide to text him, "soob, need you, now."

i watch him as he checks his phone and his gaze meets mine, he nods and puts up a finger, telling me to go and wait upstairs. i decide to find an empty guest room, after the initial startle of seeing jihoon hitting his blue bong in one of them, not expecting him to be there, i wave, smile and leave. i find a room down the hall and text soobin, "got it." he sends a thumbs up emoji back and lets me know that he's on his way up.

he comes in, while smirking and trying his best not to giggle. his eyes are fully red with low lids, his hair's messy and pushed back enough to show his eyebrows & forehead. he comes up to me, flips me onto his lap and pulls me in for a messy kiss. i taste his vanilla chapstick mixed with some random fruity drink on his lips. our tongues clash together with a messy mix of spit and teeth as we start making out. he rolls my dress up a bit and starts rubbing my heat through my underwear. i sigh into his lips as i feel his fingers roll against me.

he pulls my underwear to the side and groans, "fuck you're wet, all for me, hm?"

i nod and try to hide my face in between his neck and shoulder, but he lightly pulls my hair, "uh-uh.. wanna see your pretty face as i make you cum all over my fingers." he looks up at me with his red, hazy eyes and inserts two fingers.

i gasp out and bite my lip, his long fingers stretching me out- especially at the angle we're at.

"always takin' my fingers so fuckin' well, 's like you were made for me.." he slurs out, drunk on the atmosphere. he's biting and sucking at my neck & collarbones. i feel myself coming closer to the edge, the familiar warmth at the bottom of my stomach, the shake of my legs, and my eyes tearing up and unable to focus.

soobin takes notice of this and starts picking up his pace, his fingers slipping in and out of my messy heat with the perfect twist of his wrist. i grab his wrist, "fuck, bin- cumming-" i moan out and he giggles as i release onto his hand. my essence drips down into his palm and he licks it up, kissing me after.

i taste the sweetness of my cunt on his lips and tongue. as we pull away, a string of saliva connects us and it averts my gaze to his lips; it looks like he has lipgloss on, knowing it's from me, my face heats up and i stare at his lips.

after bringing me down from the aftershock of my orgasm gently, he helps me stand up, off of his lap and fixes my undergarments and dress for me, then proceeds to fix his collar.

"you ready to go back?" he smiles at me softly as he asks. i nod in reply, a newfound shyness due to the afterglow of our previous activities. soobin holds onto my hand as we travel to & down the stairs, treating me as porcelain so i don't slip.

we both plant ourselves on the big L-shaped couch that i was previously on, now containing mingi, seonghwa, seungcheol, johnny, and taeyong. mingi looks at me and i see his eyebrows raise up behind his bangs "holy shit, you gotta few.. uhm.." as he motions at his neck. i giggle and raise my eyebrow, "pass me the damn blunt."

he follows my request and i take a fat hit and pass it to soobin. he takes a puff and passes it off to seungcheol, while turning to me. he pulls my lips open and blows smoke into my mouth. i inhale it and he rubs my cheek after and smiles.

i look over at the dance floor and i see jiung, keeho, mingyu, yunho and "big matthew" dancing to another random song on the playlist- mostly jiung leading.

i turn to the dining area and see jackson, seonghwa, hongjoong, intak, vernon, and yuta sitting around the table with a small notepad. most likely talking about drug deals running through their company "alchemist subs" and they all look content yet focused, that's how i know sales are going well & the company is flourishing. the boys always give me and soobin deals whenever we buy off of them, very good deals at that.

"(y/n)," soobin says, grabbing my shoulder gently. "i'll be right back, i need some fresh air." he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blue raspberry vape. i nod, and let him know that i'll be out in a second.

seungcheol leans over to me and says, "you know, buisness is doing well, so i could possibly get you some better deals. we're selling our shit for a little bit more- like 5 percent more- so we can undercharge you more." he shakes his head at mingi when he passes the blunt off and passes the rest off to jaemin.

"you know, jackson really likes you and soobin. he's always talking so highly of you guys. therefore, we get to give you guys the highest deal; and even if our stock is first come, first serve, he always makes sure to save a lot for y'all." he smiles, his dimples making crescents into his cheeks.

"thank you, cheol. i really appreciate it. especially with all the shit me and soobin have been through lately.." i scoff and shake my head. seungcheol pats my head and nods, "if you ever need anything, weed, food, to talk- anything at all! you can call me. love ya (y/n)." he pulls me to him and gives me a tight hug, and i reciprocate, greatful for everything he's done for me.

i excuse myself and go to soobin outside, wondering what he's gotten up to.

as i step out the door, i see him standing with yeonjun, joshua, and wooyoung. i walk up to them, greeting them.

"(y/n)? it's been a while! good to see you." joshua says, pulling me in for a hug, "you look high as fuck." wooyoung giggles, hugging me next and rubbing my hair.

"i am, a few others and i were doing some puff puff pass in the house." i lightly snort as i fix my hair from wooyoungs ministrations on it.

"ahhh.. were mingi and seungcheol in there? typical of them, they're always smoking weed. i was over at mingi's place with san a few days ago, and it smelt of straight pot. i get worried about him sometimes y'know?" wooyoung rambles and speaks fast, yet i understand every word.

"i get you. i'd be worried if someone was smoking like they get paid to do it too." i shrug, "have you ever talked to him, or asked him about it?" i ask as i cross my arms and lean against the wall, looking over to the orange and pink sunset then back at wooyoung.

"nah, i haven't. didn't wanna feel like i'm invading.. but that's most likely a good idea, i'll be doing that soon. after the party and the hangover from the party." he chuckles, "so like.. a few days. these parties are intense." wooyoung trails off, getting lost in thought while pulling his phone out and putting something into his notes.

joshua starts talking, "anyways, i'm really glad i came, i just got back from the states a few days ago. tours are always extremely stressful.. so, i figured i'd let loose a little." the sides of his eyes crinkle while he smiles, "jackson's parties are always something to lock in your memories. good, the bad and the dirty."

soobin agrees, "tonight has most definitely been a night to remember. this is his biggest party in a while, definitely because summer's coming up."

i add on, "oh yeah, everyone's here now, just to get a feel for the summer-" i get cut off as i hear jaehyun yelling into the house, "then come out pussy, come fight me."

we all turn our heads to eric coming out of the house and pushing jaehyun by the shoulders. "the fuck did you just call me? i'm not no fuckin' pussy. i think you're jus' throwing that word around 'cause you've got your head all wrapped up in trying to get your dick wet, but can't"

joshua, wooyoung and yeonjun all gasp in unison, those are fighting words (even if you're intoxicated). soobin and i look at each other, eyes wide and adrenaline coursing through our veins. i can hear my heartbeat in my ears. only specific people know what happened at one of jackson's former party, and none of them dare to speak about it.

whenever someone fucks with jaehyun, or eric, no one knows what's about to go down...

ending a/n : i'm so upset that all of these might be formatted oddly because i write in the notes app 😭.. please consider reblogging if you enjoyed <3

#kpop smut #p1harmony smut #ateez smut #nct smut #kard smut #the boyz smut #txt smut #seventeen smut

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just-plumli-stuff · 2 years ago

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People are always talking about how we baby Jean but what about Harry? I’m basically sorry cop Harry in real life, and one of the most emotional things for me in Disco is finding out HARRY DOESN’T SUCK. In fact, Harry is a certified 360 spin kick genius. I assumed we were a depressed alcoholic floating through life and just an utterly destroyed broken human being. But despite all that:

-You’re famous enough Kim knows who you are and goes with your amnesia because he thinks the famous Harry Dubois is playing a funny prank. He lets you do all this shit cause he trusts you are THE Harry Dubois.

-Jean will take you back in literally every ending. He came to the Whirling in a wig, you guys have to be on better terms than he pretends you are to do that. He’s a dick, but honestly a lot of straight male friendship is calling each other slurs cause their fathers never taught them how to express love.

-Judit is weirdly defensive of you and I don’t know why she would be unless you were a GOOD BOSS. You let a chick on your task force you progressive thinker!

-Trant has some pretty kind takes on your position and seems if anything in awe of your methods. If Harry was a total fuck up would he try to mental gymnastics there must be a reason you got so drunk you wiped your brain?

- the Unsolvable Case and the World Mural, the other two times you were drunk off your ass were recent. Harry probably always been a drinker, but it’s possible shitty Harry is a more recent development.

I just wanna imagine Harry personally changed the lives of everyone in the phone call room and that’s why these 2 IQ losers are somehow carrying Precinct 41’s closing rate. Harry is a leader of men and chicks. HARRY DUBOIS ISN’T STUPID HE’S JUST TOO SMART FOR HIS OWN BRAIN AND A LITTLE SILLY.

Edit: I FORGOT MY THESIS. Super apologetic people will apologize for shit they didn’t even do. If you, like me, woke up as Harry Dubois and assumed you are the worlds greatest fuck up you need to examine why. Harry could have been literally anyone but we assumed he/we were a bad person.

#disco elysium #harry dubois #kim kitsuragi #jean vicquemare #judit minot #trant heidelstam

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junejasprose-addict · 7 months ago

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I'm moving different

We smoking juju

She tried doing psionics on my ass, i snapped her silver cord in half and flossed with it. This shit ain't nothing to me man

where moving different man. where making this hapen

My money longer than act 6

I make more money in a week than crockercorp does in a year

Yesterday i killed someone over vriscourse

You wouldn't survive a day in my session. Just to challenge myself, I prototyped my kernel sprite with heroin laced garlic bread and the taxidermy wooly mammoth I keep in my trophy crypt. Every imp had the vengeful spirits of extinction in them, and their blood was poison. I felt alive

Kanaya thinks she's a rainbow drinker, but she's not him. I am!

I'm already him

I'm the ultimate him

I read all 8000 pages of himstuck

I'm a member of the himnight crew

I died in my quest coffin and ascended to him tier, and nothing changed, because ive always been him

We smoking that sburban jungle trickster mode post canon god tier build grist

That tentabulge got me feeling disappointed and inert

My hands can coexist with your crushed wind pipe you stupid bitch

I fought the homestuck, I put the clown down

I'm dracula. I'm 12 million years old. I'm thinking different. I made sburb. I programmed that shit, waited a few millenia, then put it on some random kids' computers, and now we're here. This was always the plan

I flipped a brick to the batterwitch hours before [s] collide, she was high off her ass when them kids beat the shit out of her. Now I have a whole new universe to fuck with

Got it all on camera, put live leak out of business

She sucked my meat AND my candy. I had a picnic on her ass

That green skeleton king put a tooth in me, I got quantum poisoning, so she fucked me in the back of my dead dad's 2007 Volkswagen beetle before my family reunion

I don't pull out, I sylladex the cum before it can reach her cruxite dowel

I alchemized a 1399 bottle of mead with a pound of crack, cost me more grist then there are stars in the milky way. When I woke up, I was naked and afraid

Hussie tried to kill me, they forgot that you can't fight the dracula

Bec noir whimpered when he saw my fangs, he knew his time was up

I did something wrong

Ultimate self? Fuck that, I killed every other version of myself in all of paradox space. Well, except for junedraculasprite^2, she was kinda chill

My balls smoother than doc scratch's head

This zaza got terezi loco

This Zaza got terezi sane

Junejasprose is all I think about

I fucked a horrorterror, worst mistake of my life. I had tentacles clogging up my sylladex, and I had several bricks at the bottom of my deck. Took 30 business days for me to get to that shit, money hemorrhaging more than my ass was

I showed up to the convention in my thief of blood god tier clothes, when a pack of eridan cosplayers made fun of my hairline. Now they're thralls in my basement, playing jump rope with each other's intestines

I snapped a horn off of some dude's skull and grafted it onto my own. Then we had a unicorn joust, and I skewered his stupid ass. Blue rained on me like I was Brad armstrong

Princes don't live in ships, they sleep in coffins. Only gills you'll have is the bite marks on your neck

This shit ain't nothing to me man

#homestuck #dracula flow

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funnelcloudd · 1 year ago

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I am begging you people to stop trying to uwu softboi this character. Stop trying to steven universify his ass or I swear to god lmao

Like yeah he’s the most emotionally intelligent of the vampires, he’s the most human-like. You empathize with him, a LITERAL monster, some times. That’s what makes him interesting. But all these headcanons about him literally crying about fucking everything all the time are so annoying to me personally. He has lots of emotions but he doesn’t deal with any of them properly, traumatic things happen to him and he pretends to be unbothered. He goes back to being horny and flippant as soon as possible and that’s why I love him. As somebody who deals with shit in much the same way I find it relatable lmao. Also he kills and eats people like come ON.

The whole point of this show is that nothing ever changes for any of the characters. Laszlo raises and loses a whole ass child and after a melancholy beat goes “welp” and returns to shits and farts and sex jokes. Guillermo gets his big wish to be turned into a vampire (sort of) and his life sucks just as much as it did before (if not more because now he’s vulnerable again). Even Sean is a big time problem drinker stuck in working class hell (again, relatable lmao). Nadja sabotages herself over and over is never ever ever going to be satisfied. Nandor is … Nandor.

The point is none of these people are ever gonna go to therapy and that’s part of why the show is so effective and funny. They’re all complicated, stupid, and relatable in their own ways. That’s why the constant one-note uwuing of certain characters (particularly laz) that I see in the fandom is irritating to me.

#not tagging because SURE people are allowed to have their thoughts #but I’m allowed to be annoyed by them lmao

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 2 years ago

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#358

“Yes you. Come here. Are you a faggot? Don’t pretend to look shocked. You’ve been following me and my best bud around this street fair all night. It’s pretty bad when even he notices it; he’s so blind to all this shit. He’s so straight, but I encounter it all the time. Being six foot four, blonde, blue eyed, built, and packing nearly nine inches, I get fag eyes on me all the time. And I know you seen my dick, after you followed me into that public toilet. I’m looking for an ass to fuck, so let me ask you again, are you a faggot?...

“I didn’t want to know if you are gay. I don’t want a gay boy. I want a faggot. I want two holes that want to service me and my cock. One that craves to be humiliated and degraded, and one that views the men it serves as naturally superior, which I am. One that knows it will probably get roughed up, and it considers it worth it in order to get the man’s load in its cunt. A faggot prefers the pronoun ‘it’, because it knows it’s not a real man, and it knows that it is viewed as an object for the man’s enjoyment.

“I would ask if what I describe is you, but the tent—the rather small tent at that—in your sweatpants tells me everything. Let’s go. My motel is around the corner.

“My bud is going to be watching. He’s known about my roughing up faggots for years. This is the first time he’s shown any interest in watching. I keep telling him to get a faggot like you on the side. I doubt that he’ll join in. But I think with us being out of state, our girlfriends are a thousand miles away. So, he may be open to try new things.

“You drink piss? Good. I would have dumped you here if you hadn’t. I have to take a wicked piss. You cleaned out? Normally I wouldn’t care, my cock would go in your mouth for cleaning in any condition. But I don’t want to freak him out.

“Unless I tell you otherwise, your focus is solely on me. When we get inside strip and get on your knees and kiss my feet…. You’ve done this before, right?... Figured. Look at me…. That’s to keep you focused. I love face slapping faggots. And thank me for everyone I give tonight.

“Here we are, room nine. Get in there.

“Hey I told you that I would get this fag back here in less than ten minutes. They are so fucking easy to pick up…. It’s so hungry, it’s already stripping. No flowers, no wine, no expensive dinner, no forced complements, and no goddammed snuggles while having a leaking boner in hopes that you get some pussy later. Hell, we haven’t even exchanged names. It knows to answer to ‘Faggot’ or ‘Cunt,’ and it will address us as ‘Sir.’ The faggot knows it is here solely for cock. Its will never deny access to its cunt.

“Hand me that empty Big Gulp cup. I have to take a wicked piss.

“Faggot hold the cup under my dickhead. I want him to see the piss filling it up. Don’t worry, you’ll be drinking it soon. Oh man, did I need this. He’s seen enough. Take my cock in your mouth and drink the rest of it from the tap. Fag, like that. I got me a good piss drinker. Put the cup on the floor. When I tell you to pull off, I want you to drink the rest in the cup.

“See how easy it is? Blowjobs are nothing to get. You know how you were complaining about Lisa only sucking on your dickhead if and when she ever decides to grant you one. Fags like this one love it. They will take it down the throat. If they struggle, you just jam it down their throat.

“Toilet fag, pull off. Drink the rest from the cup. Chug it down. There you go! Now get me hard.

“Hey, I see you rubbing your bulge. Go ahead and take it out. I’ve seen your dick before. No one will know. Fag boy here won’t tell. Go on…. There you go. And if you want to use the faggot’s holes just let me know. Hell, just shove it in. It’s not like it has a say.

“If it balks, make it regret it. Beat it. That’s what it deserves. I’ve beat faggots. Usually it’s my belt. Sometimes my bare hand. Like this….

“Pull off Fag….

“Like that…. And it even thanked me for the face slap. It craves this type of treatment.

“Faggot, get up and turn around. I want that a piece of that cunt.

I normally will lock up the fag’s pecker in one of these pecker cages. It’s this device that I saw in this dominatrix film, that goes around the pecker so the fag can’t jack off or fuck anything. So if you are worried about the fag poking you, it can’t. Hell, if we were back home, this faggot’s pecker would be tightly locked inside one of those things. And I would leave it on as I kicked it out. I mean, I’d do it if I wanted it to come back to take care of my needs. They can’t even jack off until I unlock it on a later visit. Best part? It always comes back extra horny, extra willing to do what I want. Oh man, its cunt is so silky smooth. You really need to tap this.

“Fag, grab one of his boots from the floor. Start licking it. Show him how willing you are. There you go. Now sniff inside. That’s smell is the smell of a hard-working man. Now turn it over. Lick it’s sole. He walks in the dirt. He steps in shit. Show him that you are willing to degrade yourself to the point of licking the shit off his boot.

“Faggots don’t care what it licks for you. It does what it’s told. You ever have a girl lick your shithole? Faggots will. This cunt will. It will do it for hours. And they will not only lick the outside, but they will stick their tongue in deep. It won’t care about cleanliness either.

“If it does, just sit on its face. Or, get a rimseat and chain it underneath. I heard about this guy in the mountains that will make a rimchair to your specifications. If I had the space, I would get me one. Nothing like sitting comfortably in a chair with a fag underneath tongue fucking me for hours. I did that once when I was in Germany on business. That’s what made me seek out fags in the first place.

“Damn, that fag is really cleaning your boots’ soles. Want it to lick your feet?... Wait.

“Move back Fag, he wants out of the bed.

“Damn! That slap was harder than any I have ever given! You knocked it off my cock. Look at it! You nearly made it pass out. It’s seeing stars…. Fuck yeah! Use its hair as a handle. Skull fuck it. It’s your cock, you control the blowjob.

“I’m so close. I got to get back in its cunt. Oh fuck. I told you that you would enjoy this. I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuck! God damned!

“Fuck. You take your time. We have nothing else to do tonight. You enjoy yourself,… at its expense.

“I’m going to head back out to the street fair. Have fun. Seriously. When you are done, just show it the door…. Or, if you want… I was just thinking, we are here for the weekend. We have the game on Sunday, other than that we don’t leave back home until Monday. If you want to keep it around to use all weekend, I’d love that. And during our time at the game, we just tie it up and leave it here.

“Text me when you are done either way. I knew you would enjoy this.”

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missiridescent · 1 year ago

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MW3 spoiler and my personal thought about it and why it sucked ass

I haven’t watched the full MW3 gameplay cause I’m still grieving so my thoughts are fully on certain scenes my bad but also because whoever wrote MW3 probably wrote everything overnight with the help of one cup of very cold coffee because every scene felt rushed and had about the same emotion as an empty canned of corn

Like literally that one scene where Ghost almost lost Soap in MW2 had more emotion than when he got shot??? Ghost and Price called out to him ONCE like if any of the 141 died I’d expect more holding onto the character yelling out strings of NO’s, trying to save them as best as they could before calling out a KIA to laswell

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY KILL SOAP OF ALL PEOPLE

like fucking HELL, the only reason why I think they would have killed him off is so they could introduce other characters into the mix, aka the Gary Roach Sanderson

But at this point I don’t even want Roach to get introduced anymore into the game because now it just proves MW remastered will kill off the main characters AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN ALL OVER FUCKING AGAIN AND THATS NOT FAIR

Sure maybe it was a conflict of interest between the actor and the Game, because some shit must have went down because he barely did any promotional stuff unlike when MW2 happened, maybe Neil doesn’t wanna be Soap anymore maybe he’s busy, maybe he doesn’t want to Act anymore

BUT DID THEY HAVE TO KILL SOAP?!

Like Fuck dude—they could have honourable discharged him, gave him a medal MADE HIM LEFT THE MILITARY ALIVE but NOOOOOOO killing him off was better for some fucking reason

Both Graves and Makarov leaving the game alive and waltzing around is what’s making my blood boil too, what could having 2 villains be more significant to the story than having the full 141 alive?! Like I cannot think of a reason someone please spill their thoughts on this because I can’t—I CAN’T

MW3 did not happen for me, I’m staying in my delusional head bubble, where they’re all having teas and crumpets and Johnny is sitting on the table glaring because he’s a coffee man and all his friends are leaves drinkers stupid brits and their teas

#call of duty mw3 #mw3 spoilers

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mewos-laptop · 3 months ago

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OH FUCK MB LOLZ. I swear my eyes are like. Selective in what words they want to see XD /silly

Ty for letting me know lmao. My brain just fills in words with words that... aren't actually there sumtimes lmao

And dw abt it !! I can read it just fine, I've just been trying to get into the habit of providing plaintext when I can for any moots who have a hard time reading stuff or use a screen reader ^^

Oh FUCK zero sugar shit

My school only sells zero sugar sodas and they suck ASS. JUST GIVE ME NORMAL PEPSI NOT ZERO SUGAR ????? THE SUGAR IS GOING TO BE FINE, I CAN ASSURE YOU

I swear these fuckers act like some sugar is going to kill you (which.. obv sugar lvls are a concern for sum folks due to medical reasons), but I'm ngl I feel like overall zero sugar stuff is just WORSE for you bc of all the additives lmao ???

Idk, no shade to zero sugar soda drinkers out there, but just know your taste in soda SUCKS if you drink zero sugar /silly, nsrs

0ugh 1 l0v3 m0unt41n d3w

#Purp go away #Mavey go away #Mewo rambles :3

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years ago

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NSFW / Minors don’t interact / 18+

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Nanami Kento x female reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Nanami are the only ones left after attending Gojo’s dinner party. The evening ends in a way you would’ve never foreseen… but you’re not complaining.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, established relationship (reader & Nanami), teasing, fingering, finger sucking, blowjob, cumming on face, spanking, penetrative sex, threesome

Notes: Hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Wc: approx. 6.800 (I- 🫢)

“Oh, don’t mind me guys,” Gojo chuckles as he enters the living room again.

You flinch, quickly pulling away from Nanami. You turn your head just to find Gojo standing in the doorframe, his eyes fixed on you two. A wine bottle dangles in one hand, the other is occupied with three glasses to match. A smug smirk lies on his face, that’s the first thing you notice. The second thing is his eyes; how they glide down your body, before resting on your ass.

You gulp, practically feeling their burn on you as Nanami gently squeezes your hips. You move quickly, sitting back down on the couch next to him. Your face grows hot; you’re embarrassed that Gojo found the two of you in such a compromising position. You really didn’t expect him to return that soon.

“I’m sorry,” Nanami mumbles, his cheeks flushed and blonde hair disheveled.

“No need to apologize, Nanami,” Gojo mutters. His eyes flicker between you both before they fix on you. “I couldn’t keep my hands off her either…,” he mumbles, jokingly.

Your breath catches in your throat as you gaze into his piercing blue eyes. You avert your gaze, looking at your boyfriend seated next to you. You watch his side profile, noticing the slight furrow of his eyebrows.

You only laugh embarrassedly at Gojo’s suggestive comment. Gojo only smiles back at Nanami smugly, before he comes closer, putting the glasses onto the couch table and proceeding to pour the wine.

You can’t help but watch him while doing so, noticing how the glasses look so tiny in his large hands. His hands are so big, his fingers long and slender. You avert your gaze, trying to stop your thoughts from wandering in the wrong direction, a direction where Gojo’s hands are occupied with other things than wine…

Maybe you shouldn’t drink any more alcohol. Since you’ve attended Gojo’s little dinner party, with some of their colleagues, you’ve had a few drinks. Nanami is a good drinker, holding his liquor far better than you.

The alcohol cursing through your veins is clearly obscuring your head, making you think about your boyfriend’s colleague in such a way. Although you should know better you clink glasses, resuming drinking.

The cold wine runs down your throat, the sweet taste spreading on your tongue as you hope that this will stop your wandering thoughts. You both thank Gojo for the nice evening, and for the party, he hosted.

But after Gojo’s comment, the air has changed. You feel all hot at the realization, sipping on your wine, pretending you don’t notice. But you do. The increasing tension between you and him is tangible.

You resume talking about harmless things and after a few minutes you think yourself safe, maybe you’ve just imagined the attraction between you both.

“I’ll be right back,” Nanami announces, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips before he retreats to the bathroom.

You hum, taking another sip of your wine as you watch your boyfriend’s retreating figure. Your fingers play with the glass, your heartbeat accelerating now that you’re left alone with Gojo.

You don’t notice his eyes trailing over you, as he moves a little closer to you.

“What kind of things have you and Nanami tried in the bedroom?” He asks suddenly.

You choke on your wine, coughing as he chuckles quietly, his large hand hitting your back as you try to gather your bearings.

You whip your head around, taking in the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I- What?” You ask flabbergasted. Did he really just say that? You know Gojo is unpredictable but this is really… a lot.

He chuckles, his voice dropping lower “I’m sorry. Was that too forward? I’m just curious.”

You swallow thickly, as his gaze flickers to your lips. “You’ve got something there,” he mumbles, as he moves his hand. His thumb glides along your chin, catching a drop of wine. His touch lingers for a few seconds too long before he pulls away.

His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking along his finger. You watch him while doing so, unconsciously holding your breath. And he just observes you, his smile turning wider and wider. Your gaze flickers back up to his eyes and you two just look at each other, until the silence surrounding you almost becomes unbearable.

“How about we put on some music,” you suggest hurriedly, not knowing why you sound so breathless.

Gojo raises his eyebrow, the smug grin still on his lips before he moves to get his phone.

The bass starts bleeding through the speaker, the music filling up the apartment. At first, you feel relieved but then you recognize the first few chords of the song. It’s slow and sensual and far too intimate for the situation. And then you catch Gojo’s eyes on you again, this glint of mischief in his eyes as he looks you over.

“Dance with me,” Gojo demands.

“I- now?”

“Yes, come here” he gets up, his hand stretching out towards you. You hesitate for a few seconds before you comply, your hand fitting neatly into his.

He pulls you towards him swiftly. Your breath hitches as his large palm finds refuge on your waist.

“Is this okay?” He asks, carefully so. You inhale deeply, trying to ignore the goosebumps rising on your skin as his deep voice drops onto your ears.

“Yes,” you breathe although you’re not sure it is. Should you feel like you’re burning up with just a touch of his? This is the first time that you’ve ever been this close to Gojo. You try to shake off your nervousness, concentrating on the beat of the song.

You look up at him through your lashes. And you can’t help but notice how fucking tall he is. You feel so small next to him, your delicate hand in his much larger palm. And he looks down at you with his blue eyes, like he wants to read your soul.

You gulp. You quickly avert your gaze, letting it wander over the vacant living room as you start to sway your hips.

It’s innocent at first, really. Just you two swaying lazily to the music, basking in the feeling of each other's presence, each other's warmth and scent. Hearts beating fast at the close proximity you find each other in.

He spins you around, a giggle bubbling in your chest as he catches you. You laugh, feeling a little bit ridiculous. But once Gojo’s large palm glides lower down your hips you feel serious all of a sudden. The warmth of his hand seeps through the thin fabric of your dress.

And then he spins you around again. This time he lets your back press up against him, as his hands rest on your hips. You let out a surprised sound.

“Gojo,” you say, warningly although you still try to convince yourself it’s just innocent dancing.

You’re flush against his warm chest as his hips push teasingly against your ass. His hands hold your hips against him, not letting you budge away. His hot breath fans over your neck and you try to suppress a moan slipping past your lips.

“We’re just dancing, aren’t we?” He mumbles, but his voice is hoarse and slightly strained.

You gulp as you slightly lean into him. You both sway to the rhythm as you close your eyes, feeling his sturdy chest pressing up against you. Your body burns under his ceaseless hands, tracing over your waist and hips.

His thumbs draw slow circles onto your skin, causing a choked moan to slip past your lips before you can stop it. You pry your eyes back open and that is when you see Nanami.

He’s leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest. His brown eyes are fixed on you and you instinctively perk up. You clear your throat and step away from Gojo as he lets go of you, a sly smirk on his lips.

You shoot Nanami a small smile as he takes long strides toward you. His expression is unreadable and you gulp, wondering if he is jealous that you danced with Gojo. You’re about to ask but he only grabs you by your waist, pulling you towards him as he kisses you on your lips.

You respond the kiss with equal force until his tongue tries to coax your mouth open. You pull away from Nanami softly, not wanting to make out with him right here in front of Gojo. You look up into his brown eyes, searching for any sign of jealousy but you don’t find any.

“You want to dance?” He asks you softly.

“Yes, sure,” you answer, moving your hands to lay on his broad shoulders but he stops you.

His eyes glint with mischief as he gazes at you, “I want you to dance for me.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

His voice drops lower. “I want you to dance like you always do for me.”

You raise your brows in surprise. That’s what he means!? “Here? I- what about Gojo?” You ask, turning around to see the white-haired man now sprawled across the couch, his blue eyes set on you two curiously.

Nanami plops himself down next to Gojo, letting you stand there like you are on show. He spreads his legs and arms boastfully, his brown eyes raking over your body. Something warm runs through you, your mouth opening only to close.

You’re shy all of a sudden, the undivided attention of both men makes you nervous. You feel exposed as their eyes rake over your body expectantly. Then Gojo moves, taking ahold of his phone to put on another song.

You raise your eyebrows, your cheeks flushing at the slow and sensual song. “I think this would suit you,” Gojo remarks, his blue eyes glinting, a lopsided smirk on his face as he leans back into the cushions.

Your gaze travels to Nanami, his eyes looking at you warmly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want…,” he whispers lovingly, but the slight disappointment in his voice is enough for you to move. Without the alcohol you’ve consumed, you probably wouldn’t have said yes that easily.

A nervous chuckle rips past your lips. So you fix your eyes on Nanami’s familiar face, swaying your hips slightly. His approving nod reassures you. You move to the rhythm of the beat bleeding through the speaker and after a few seconds, you’ve gathered the courage to look at Gojo.

His tongue prods out of his mouth, slowly swiping along his bottom lip as his eyes stay firmly on you. You quickly avert your gaze back to your boyfriend. Your cheeks heat up and you try to ignore your heart racing in your chest.

“You better not blink, that is a one-time thing for you,” Nanami deadpans quietly, shooting Gojo a dismissive glare. “Lucky me, I get to enjoy this sight as often as I want,” he brags boastfully, leaning further into the couch.

Gojo only reluctantly averts his eyes from your figure, looking at Nanami annoyedly. “Whatever,” he mumbles before he whips his head back around.

You feel so hot under their burning gazes. Adrenaline rushes through your every vein, as you continue to move. A swirl of emotions travels through your body, so you concentrate on the music, letting it guide your movement.

You let your gaze wander from one man to the other. Your heart thumps in your chest when you see the way Gojo looks at you. He’s mesmerized by every move of yours, his eyes clinging onto your silhouette, almost not blinking so as to not miss anything.

And when you feel too exposed, too naked under his sultry gaze you just look at Nanami. He grounds you in the way his warm eyes are set on you; reassuringly and steady. You know he is rarely jealous, you both aren’t.

Nonetheless, this situation here is new. You think that another man would be jealous if he saw his girlfriend dancing like this, but you see a glint of amusement in his eyes. Especially, when he looks at Gojo, seeing the way he is enchanted by you. He almost seems proud of you, in a twisted way. Your thoughts come to a halt when Gojo’s husky voice drops onto your ears.

“It’s getting hot in here. Why don’t you take off your dress?” Gojo jokes. You smile at him as you playfully pull up the hem of your dress. His smug grin freezes on his face, waiting to see more of your thighs exposed.

You shoot Nanami an unsure look, you’re not sure how far you can go. His scrutinizing eyes fix on you.

“You wanna show him what I know he has been dreaming about?” He asks you, his voice hoarse.

You nod and let out a deep breath as you pull up your dress further, slowly and deliberately.

Gojo’s jaw hangs agape as you throw your dress somewhere, only clothed in your underwear and heels now.

Your breath hitches when you see the way their hungry eyes rake over your barely clothed body. You feel like prey that is about to be hunted. Your chest burns at the dirty feeling of being exposed like that. A satisfied smile lays on Nanami's lips as he watches you move again. You start to dance, slowly and teasingly.

Nanami shoots Gojo a glare. “All the comments earlier and now you’re too stunned to speak, Satoru?” He teases, his tone condescending.

“Hm,” he only hums in response. Gojo doesn’t even look at Nanami, not daring to take his eyes off you.

A low chuckle rips past Nanami’s lips before he ushers you to come closer to him. You do, stepping slowly towards him, your eyes never leaving his. You feel Gojo’s eyes burning on your skin as you take long strides toward the couch.

You position yourself on his lap, letting yourself lean into his broad chest. His mouth hovers above your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he whispers, “My pretty baby. Are you comfortable?”

You nod, humming a yes that turns into a low sigh as his large palms smooth over your exposed skin. He grabs the flesh of your thighs before he moves higher, gliding over your hips, and waist and then cupping your breasts through your lace bra. He presses soft kisses to your neck while his hands massage your tits.

You look to the side. Your heart beats violently against your chest, anticipation making your head dizzy. You observe the way Gojo’s eyes rake over your body. It seems like he doesn’t blink, his gaze unwavering fixed on Nanami’s hands toying with your tits. Amazement and jealousy are mixed in the shade of ice blue.

“You want to see more?” You hear Nanami’s deep voice, his hot breath fanning over your neck. You gulp as you see the look the two men exchange. Gojo’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, before a barely audible yes drops from his lips.

You nod slightly, causing Nanami’s hands to move. He unhooks your bra, helping you take it off before he tosses it somewhere.

The feeling of his hands on your bare breasts elicits you a small sigh. You let yourself fall against him, your back pressing against his sturdy chest. His thumbs rub over your nipples until they perk up.

“Look how sensitive she is to my touch,” he mumbles, addressing Gojo. His voice is condescending, openly teasing him.

Your eyes flutter open to watch Gojo’s face. On his face lays an expression you’ve never seen before. His face is flushed, his eyes opened wide, and his mouth slightly parted.

He moves closer to you and Nanami. A chuckle rips past his lips when Nanami sees Gojo’s expressions.

“Bet you want to touch her, right?” He asks, his voice low and taunting.

Gojo gulps, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he answers. “Yes, can I?” He breathes and the hopeful look in his eyes makes your heart flutter.

You’re on the verge of breathing a soft yes but Nanami cuts in.

“No, you can’t. Be grateful that you’re allowed to watch,” he deadpans, his voice cold.

Gojo only raises his eyebrows. He searches for your gaze and you look back at him apologetically.

“Kento,” you murmur, “don’t be so mean to him.”

Nanami gently pinches your nipples with his fingers, causing a low sigh to escape your lips.

Your face grows even hotter when you quietly mumble, “I want him to touch me.”

Nanami chuckles darkly. “You wanna make him feel good? He can consider himself lucky to even see you like this.” He mutters sternly, shooting Gojo a dismissive glare.

“Well, then. What do you want to do?” Nanami asks you softly, taking ahold of your jaw to urge you to look at him.

You gulp, your eyes flickering between the two men. “I want- I- maybe Gojo can… finger me?” You’re suddenly shy, not even sure what to want yourself, or how much you can ask for. You only know that you want more, more of both of them.

You’ve never seen Gojo smile this brightly at anything you’ve ever said.

“Oh I would love nothing more,” he mumbles.

Nanami shoots you a proving look before he guides you by the waist, helping you stand up. He pulls your panties down, letting them pool on the floor. His eyes are fixed on your bare ass in front of him as you step out of them.

You move, positioning your head on Nanami’s lap, craving his familiar warmth, while Gojo kneels between your spread legs on the couch. You watch Gojo; his jaw hangs slack, his face flushed as he takes in your vulva.

“Fuck, your pussy is so pretty,” he drawls, as his finger slides along your folds.

You gulp, not sure on what to concentrate; on Nanami’s large hands kneading your breast or on Gojo’s finger lightly circling your clit. You feel greedy at how easily you melt into their touch.

You look up into Nanami’s face, his brown eyes are set on you, his lips slightly parted while he watches you. You smile at him softly before his calloused hand tilts your neck up. He cranes his neck down to press his lips onto yours, giving you a long, reassuring kiss.

He pulls away when Gojo plunges a finger inside of you. Both men are quiet for a while as they observe you, only your soft pants filling up the room. Nanami watches your face scrunching up in delight. Your eyes only grow wider when Gojo adds a second finger.

He thrusts his fingers into you with a slow pace, curling them at times to reach that special spot inside of you while his thumb rubs over your clit. You’ve thought about this. But his long, slender fingers work far better than you could’ve imagined.

His glinting eyes are staying on you, flickering between watching his slippery fingers disappearing inside of you and your face. He observes you eagerly, listening to your breathy moans. You catch his gaze, watching a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You like that, huh?” He asks.

Your face grows hot, and you can only dumbly hum as an answer. The squelching sound of your soaking pussy must be answer enough.

Your eyes flutter shut when Gojo increases his pace. You’re almost embarrassed at the sounds of your sloppy pussy as he thrusts his fingers in you. His thumb rubs tight circles over your clit until your breathing gets heavier and heavier.

Nanami’s hands are on your tits, pinching your nipples, massaging your breasts, while he watches each of your expressions.

“Look at me,” he demands.

So you pry your eyes open, holding your gaze to his. You feel your cheeks growing hot with the embarrassment of dripping all over another men’s fingers.

He cradles your face in his hand, his thumb smoothing along your bottom lip. “My baby,” he breathes, his warm eyes gazing deeply into yours.

You gulp, only moaning lightly in response.

His long finger prods into your willing mouth. You wrap your lips around him, sucking ever so slightly. His jaw slightly clenches as he watches you do this. You let go of him once your thighs tremble, your eyes fluttering shut. The knot in your stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with every swirl of Gojo’s finger over your puffy clit.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Gojo chokes out, with slight astonishment. He takes in the way you drip all over his hand, nearly down to his wrist. You whimper, your whole body burning under their touches.

“You’ve ever been this wet for Nanami, huh?” He asks, his voice condescending as he looks challenging at Nanami. You unconsciously clench around him in response, a low whimper escaping your lips at his lecherous words.

Your heavy eyes flutter open. You try hard to pry them open to look up at your boyfriend’s reaction. He glares at the white-haired men positioned between your thighs, his mouth pressing into a tight line before he gazes back at you. His tender touch cradling your face in his hands builds a stark contrast to the fast movement of Gojo’s slipper fingers.

You gaze into his dark eyes as you tip over the edge. You cum with a loud moan, your whole body quivering as Gojo continues to swirl his finger over your puffy clit, his other fingers buried deep inside of you as your walls flutter around him.

The orgasm feels almost surreal. You stare at Nanami’s face, dazed, as your waves crash over you. His face is blurry as you watch him through your hazy eyes. The attention of both men makes you cum all the harder. Sweet honey curses through your veins as Gojo guides you through your orgasm. You whimper once the stimulation becomes too much, slightly squirming away from his eager fingers.

Nanami helps you sit up. Through your hazy gaze, you see Gojo’s silhouette, noticing that he licks your cum off his fingers. The image of him feasting on your taste is enough for you to clench around nothing. A low whimper falls from your parted lips, your chest heaving with your labored breath. It all feels surreal.

Gojo grins at you, voracious.

Your boyfriend's hands smooth over your back, causing you to shift to look up into his eyes. You press your lips onto his, his tongue moving against your own as your mind begins to clear.

You pull away, your eyes shortly flickering to the white-haired men beside you two. Gojo’s eyes are set on you, his expression unreadable.

You look back into your lover's eyes when he addresses you. “What do you wanna do now, baby?” He rasps, his one hand cradling your face.

You blink at him a few times before you avert your gaze back to Gojo. His eyes hang onto your lips like his life depends on them.

“I want to make Gojo feel good too,” you mutter. A choked moan escapes your mouth as you notice the effect your words have on him.

He raises his eyebrows eagerly, his cheeks flushing as his eyes grow darker. Gojo comes closer, pressing soft kisses onto your thighs. He trails feathery kisses onto your body until his face is nuzzled in the crook of your neck, sucking ever so slightly on your delicate skin.

Nanami hums, a few strained seconds passing before he answers. “You want to show him what I taught you?”

“Yes,” you breathe. You moan when Nanami presses his lips onto yours again. You feel so hot, encompassed by their large bodies, like a feather floating on water, not sure when it will get pulled under.

Both men don’t seem to like the other touching you, but on what they agree, what they have in common, is their lust for you. And somehow this is enough for them to kiss you at the same time, not caring about the lips of the other on your skin.

Both of their hands are on you, your mind is so hazy that you’re not sure whose thumb circles your nipple and whose hand is cradled in your hair. Which hand is grabbing at the flesh of your hips, which is kneading your breast?

All the sensations blur into an overwhelming happening. Nanami swallows all your moans until he pulls away, a string of spit tearing from your wet lips. Your eyes flutter open, your lids are heavy as you perk up.

You shift, getting up with your wobbly legs only to kneel in front of the couch. Your eyes are set on Gojo expectantly as he loses his pants and boxers before he takes off his shirt. You gasp quietly as you take him in.

His dick is long, his tip flushed, some pre-cum glistening on his head. He sits back down, Nanami right beside him, his dark eyes fixing on you as he tugs down his pants as well. You shoot him a small smile as you position yourself between Gojo’s spread thighs.

You stretch out your hand, deliberately wrapping it around Gojo’s girth. He hisses in response, his jaw slacks in amazement as he watches your hand drag up and down his shaft. Another bead of pre-cum drops from his tip, easing the slow and steady glide of your hand.

You tear your eyes away from his dick, looking up to watch Gojo’s reaction. His chest is flushed pink, rising with his labored breath. But this isn’t enough for you; you want to see in what state you can move him; to what borders you can push him.

You dip forward, your other hand supporting you on his thigh as you wrap your mouth around his tip. You notice his taste, the saltiness of his bitter cum spreading on your tongue. You slightly increase the pace of your hand as you lightly suck on him.

You raise your eyes; you want him to watch you do this. And he does, his half-lidded eyes setting on yours as a quiet moan rips past his chest. You let go of him then, grinning at him, arrogantly and satisfied.

Then you let your tongue glide along the underside of his dick, holding your eyes to his. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. Gojo moves, his hand threading through your hair.

“Are you teasing me?” He asks, trying his best to sound stern, but his voice is strained and strengthless.

Your grin turns a bit wider and you relish the feeling of having the upper hand over him. But you’re no tease. You enjoy having him at your mercy, but you also enjoy giving him what he desires. So you do.

You brace yourself with both of your hands on his legs, as you take him into his mouth, slowly easing his large cock into you. He gasps, his hand softly urging you to take more of him in. Tears prickle in your eyes as you deepthroat his dick.

You slowly bob your head, while letting your tongue glide along the underside of his dick, sucking and hollowing your cheeks just to have his thighs tremble. Gojo groans in response and you relish in the way his groans turn more desperate. You swirl your tongue along his dick, paying special attention to the slit on his head, just like Nanami likes it.

Your chest warms, as you proudly watch Gojo fall apart above you. His hips buck up again and you let him rut into the warm and wet heat of your mouth as his breathing gets heavier and heavier.

That is until you notice Nanami moving out of the corner of your eye. You avert your gaze, blinking away your tears. You take in the image of your boyfriend slowly palming his thick cock. His dark eyes are set on you, flickering between your mouth and your eyes.

Seeing you like this makes his dick twitch in his hand. You moan around Gojo’s cock in response, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sinful image presenting itself to you. The sight of the two men before you is so sinful, grotesque even, it nearly makes you lose your mind.

Gojo lets out a choked groan but you don’t spare him any attention. You bob your head, keeping your eyes on Nanami as he drags his hand along his dick. His chest heaves with his ragged breath and his heavy eyes watch you carefully.

You can see the slight jealousy in his eyes, and you’re a little bit ashamed that this riles you up even more. He looks like he is just barely keeping it together, his jaw slightly clenched as he watches you choking on another man’s dick.

You continue your ministrations, the room filled up with the sound of you gagging on Gojo’s cock. His low and quiet groans fall onto your awaiting ears, making your chest burn.

“Look at me,” Gojo demands greedily, his hand slightly tugging at your hair. You follow his wish,

He curses under his breath once you look up at him through your batted lashes.

“You’re doing so good fuck-“ he nearly moans. “Just like that,” he groans, clenching his jaw as he feels the restraint of the back of your throat.

Your sight grows foggy, so you close your eyes, trying your best to ignore your aching jaw.

“I think that’s enough for him,” Nanami spits suddenly.

You flinch slightly. You let go of him, spit glistening on your lips before Gojo’s calloused thumb swipes across your wet lips. You fill your lungs with air as you shoot him an apologetical smile.

You know how cruel this is for him, ripped away from his orgasm while he teeters on the edge.

He blinks at you in surprise before he whips his head around. “Are you serious, Nanami!?” He asks, glaring at him in disbelief, “I thought you like to share?”

“Not with you,” he grits through his teeth, shooting Gojo a stern glare before his eyes are back on you.

“Come to me,” he murmurs towards you, “I need you so bad.”

You gulp, standing up to straddle your lover. His large hands are on your waist as he aligns himself to your hole. You slowly sink down onto his length, ignoring Gojo’s words of protest. A moan slips past your lips as he bottoms out. You hold onto his shoulders as you start to move.

Nanami groans against your neck, his lips latching onto your delicate skin as you find your rhythm. His rough palms move down your sides until he kneads the meat of your ass. He lightly spanks you, eliciting you a shaky whimper.

“Tell him, baby,” he breathes into your skin, “Fuck- tell him this is all for me.”

His hot breath fans over your neck, causing a shiver to drip down your spine. You whimper in response, searching for Gojo’s eyes. They flicker up from your bouncing tits to your face.

You have trouble forming a coherent sentence, you only look dumbly at Gojo as you continue to fuck yourself on Nanami’s length. You see his movement, his large hand lazily stroking his weeping dick as he watches you.

“You would look even prettier bouncing on my dick,” he mutters, arrogance glinting in his eyes.

Your breath hitches at his lewd words. Gojo only grins at you smugly, slightly increasing the pace of his hand. You watch him while doing so, mesmerized by his throbbing cock. That is until Nanami’s rough hand warps around your jaw, urging you to look at him.

“You want to watch him while I fuck you?” He asks, his dark brown eyes boring into yours sternly.

You gasp trying to avert your gaze. But your pussy flutters around his dick, giving the longing you try to hide in your eyes away.

Nanami’s hand comes down onto your ass almost punishingly, eliciting you a pained whimper.

“Answer,” he demands harshly.

You gulp, defeatedly nodding your head.

The corner of his lip slightly quirks up as Nanami helps you get off him before you position yourself on all fours. His large hands guide you, spreading your legs further, his hand pressing against your spine.

Nanami lets his dick ghost over your pussy. Every time his spongy head drags across your puffy clit you whimper quietly, the yearning to have him finally inside of you nearly ripping you apart. You tremble slightly, every graze of his aching cock against your clit makes you whine.

You watch Gojo inching towards you on his knees. You gulp when you see his weeping cock right in front of your face, his palm dragging along his length lazily.

He takes ahold of his dick, softly slapping it against your cheek. You breathe out a shaky moan in response before you close your lips around his flushed head.

You suck carefully, relishing in the small moan that drips past Gojo’s lips. You glance up at him, watching his dark blue eyes greedily dragging over your features.

And then Nanami eases himself into you. You’re pushed forward, causing Gojo’s dick to hit the restraint of your throat. You nearly gag on his cock.

You let go of him then, a string of spit breaking between your lips and his flushed head. Gojo watches you shamelessly, his hand resuming to drag along his glistening length.

You hold your gaze to his, not sure which thing you’re supposed to be focusing on. It’s all so much, so overbearing.

Nanami nearly drags his cock out of you before he pushes back in. Each thrust is hard and thorough, the impact of it nearly pushing your face onto Gojo’s dick.

Nanami’s hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch his glistening cock disappear into you over and over. No matter how many times he has already fucked you like this, he is always mesmerized by the way you look so welcoming, so obedient as your pussy wraps around him.

“See? How Gojo’s watching you?” He asks, his voice taunting.

You look up at Gojo. A choked whine rips past your chest as you take him in. The intensity of his eyes is almost unbearable.

Gojo watches you as Nanami plunges himself inside of you, again and again. His hand mimics Nanami's thrusts as his eyes rest on your face. He watches you, relishing in the pleasure flickering over your face. You try your best to keep your gaze on him, but it’s hard. Your eyes are daring to close and Gojo has to remind you a few times to keep them open for him.

You try your best to pry them open, but when Nanami increases his pace your eyes momentarily flutter shut. Your moans momentarily turn into whimpers once Nanami’s hand comes down hard on your ass, the impact causing you to move forward.

“Tell him, who this pussy belongs to,” he hisses, his voice hoarse.

You only gasp, trying your best to gather your bearings to answer. But your tongue feels so heavy in your mouth.

His large palm spanks your ass again; a warning.

You pry your eyes open, gazing into Gojo’s blue eyes.

“Yours - It’s yours,” you whimper breathlessly.

Gojo smirks, your words eliciting him a small groan. “Mine?” He whispers, his thumb running along your wet bottom lip.

You frown at him, the implication of his words making the knot in your stomach turn tighter. You’re unable to protest before Nanami’s hard hand urges you to jerk forward again.

“Tell him,” Nanami groans behind you, his voice noticeably strained, his thrusts becoming a little bit more frantic.

Your mind is so hazy that the name of the man in front of you nearly rolls off your tongue. But you stop yourself.

“Kento,” you moan.

Gojo’s eyes grow a shade darker, his lips twitching shortly.

Nanami groans in response. He ruts into you helplessly now, the slapping of his skin against yours reverberating loudly throughout the room. Within a few thrusts, he has you tipping over the edge. Your eyes cross, and everything becomes blurred as your orgasm washes over you.

You cum hard, your pussy spasming around his dick as pleasure shoots through you. You moan and whimper, letting the waves crash over you. Nanami continues to rut into you, only hissing once your walls contract around his length. Your orgasm leaves you breathless and boneless.

He pounds into you faster now. You bury your face in the cushion of the couch, feeling drool pooling underneath you. Nanami’s balls slap against your aching, puffy clit, making your whole body quiver. You whine at the oversensitivity. He holds you steady, his fingertips digging hard into your flesh as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“You like it when he fucks you that rough, huh?” You hear Gojo’s hoarse voice.

You gasp at his lewd words, a low whine dripping from your lips. Gojo smirks down at you, his hand hurriedly pumping into his reddened tip.

Your orgasm has left you malleable. So you comply when Gojo threads his hand through your hair to make you look up at him through your haze.

You meet his imploring gaze and a whine slips past your lips. He looks desperate almost, his hand concentrating on his flushed tip.

“Wanna cum all over that pretty face of yours,” he mutters deliriously.

The look in his eyes is almost fanatic as they jump over your face. You only lazily loll out your tongue, as you know you won’t be able to wrap your lips around his dick again. Your parted mouth releases soft whimpers and breathless moans as Nanami pounds into you.

Your mind feels foggy and you’re not sure what to concentrate on. On Nanami rutting inside of you or on Gojo falling apart in front of you? It’s nearly all too much, you’re not sure if your body would let you orgasm again. You try your best to watch him through the hazy layer laying over your vision as he tips over the edge.

You slightly wince as the first spur of his hot cum hits your face. He aims for your lips, his cum mixing in with your spit, as he groans breathlessly. Luckily he spares your eyes. He jerks through his orgasm, spurs of cum painting your lips and cheeks white.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this,” he breathes, his thumb swiping across your cheek, smearing his spent on your soft skin.

He drags his thumb across your lips, collecting his beads of cum before he plunges his fingers inside of your mouth. Your bruised lips shallowly wrap around his finger, slightly sucking.

Your eyes flutter shut as you taste him on your tongue, moaning frantically.

You notice Nanami’s hips stuttering, a low moan slipping past his lips that you know he can’t hold back. He cums, jerking through his orgasm before he presses your hips flush against him, emptying himself inside of you. His dick pulsates inside of you, painting your walls white.

You whimper around Gojo’s finger inside of your mouth; the sensation of his cum on your tongue and Nanami’s deep inside of you is nearly too much to comprehend.

He groans as he slips out of you, watching some of his spent adorn your messy pussy, before he helps you sit.

“You okay, baby?” Nanami asks, his smile soft, although you see his eyes slightly darkening as he notices Gojo’s cum on your face.

“Yeah,” you breathe, trying your best to keep your eyes open.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he proposes.

You are unable to answer as Gojo intervenes.

“What about me?” He protests, nearly pouting. “I wanna fuck you as well,” he exclaims, his smoldering eyes fixing desperately on you.

Nanami’s tone is stern, his eyes hard. “As I’ve said, consider yourself lucky that you were allowed to watch,” he hisses, his voice still a little breathless.

Gojo slightly raises his eyebrows but doesn’t counter anything. He really can be lucky that Nanami allowed him this part of you. He really can consider himself lucky. Although he isn’t sure, because this made him all the more greedy.

He clears his throat, his characteristic sly smirk on his lips. “I think I should invite you two over to my place more often.”

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Get Behind Me

Riri x FEM reader

Summary: you finally let Riri meet your folks.

You and Riri had decided it was about time she met your folks so here you both were in front of your house your nerves everywhere. Surprisingly you were more nervous than she was "remember if they make a gay joke just laugh along, don't get butt hurt if they call you ugly they're just joking, and don't engage any of their conversations about our sex life because it will become the main topic of dinner. Riri laughs nervously "why would our sex life be brought up?" You smile and shake your head "because they're fucking crazy like I said just don't let it get to you ignore it." You knock on the door gripping the car keys in your hands hoping you wouldn't have to leave early.

You're mom answers the door with a big smile on her face "oh come in it's cold don't stand there for too long" she welcomes you both inside and you smile and hug her "hey mama I've missed you" she hugs you and says the same "I know same here my love so this is Riri the "genius"?" Everyone's attention is immediately on her "okay so she ain't ugly I mean after that last tarantula looking girl you brought home we was worried" says your sister as she comes into the living room with drinks "you want a beer, soda, water, or a cooler?" This was test number one was she a drinker? "Can I have a cooler?" She looks at you for confirmation and you laugh and nod "where are the coolers at?" Your sister shows her the way and your mom turns her attention to you.

"So are you two having sex yet?" You blink and turn your attention to the kitchen watching as Riri and your sister chat it up "mom I'm grown...damn near" she nods "exactly so I have to ask are you two being s-" Riri yells your name above the music playing in the background "baby! Come do this dance with us" you smile politely at your mom "bye mom" when you go into he kitchen Riri grabs your hand and pulls you into a TikTok you have no idea what to do "I don't know how to do this shit" she laughs and sways you side to side before reaching up and clapping she does it there more times and you end the video. You both are interrupted by the pregnant cousin finding her way into the kitchen "oh goodness gracious get ready for some odd questions" you whisper into Riri's ear. "I just have to ask is it different with a girl?" Your sister takes that as her moment to leave "yes?" Riri answers unsure you shake your head and take her wine cooler taking a sip before kissing her your cousin stares momentarily "so how do y'all have sex exactly is there like a-" you interrupt and grab Riri's hand "oh baby that's my song!" You scream as you lead her to the living room saved once again this time by the Red Nose playing on the speaker.

Your mom pauses the music "okay twenty dollars to whoever can shake the most ass and twenty to whoever can catch it!" In this house you were used to challenges like this this was how you grew up there were more than just family at your house on Thanksgiving anyone who knew y'all was considered family. So you had friends, exes, and cousins even some of the distant ones and neighbors.

Your plan was to keep Riri away from the exes you told your mom you'd be bringing your girlfriend you assumed she'd tell them they couldn't come but as she would say "that's so mean I can't tell them not to come plus I cooked all this food!" You also weren't going to spoil your fun because some past relationships didn't end well. You look at your sister, her boyfriend, your mama and her husband and you smile "just so y'all know we're getting that money it's hard to come by money for a college student."

You grab Riri and unbutton your pants she glances down "what are you doing?" She asks grabbing your belt keeping it around your waist you laugh and grab her hands "my pants are too tight to be tryna twerk don't worry I got boy shorts on" she sucks her teeth "that's still yo drawers" you turn around and give her a quick peck "suck it up" you pull the pants off and your mama hollers as your sister changes into some shorts "fuck yeahhhhh!" You smile at her she shakes her head and your mom continues the music. "Get behind me" Riri is in disbelief just a moment ago everything was normal but now it was just about to turn into a whole club if she wanted someone to grind on her belt y'all could have went to a party close to campus she wasn't expecting this... But a good twenty dollars could do her some good Lord look what the money make a bitch do.

Your sister's boyfriend looks just as confused and uncomfortable as Riri and it was funny to watch that would help you win this twenty dollars because you know when Riri got comfortable oh she was going to act a fool and really be the life of the party.

And she gon' shake it, like a red nose

Li-li-li-li-like a red nose

You feel her hands grab your hips and guide them against her jeans "oh shit okay! Y'all doing a little something but not enough!" You place both hands on the wall and twerk to the beat Riri is behind you focused as fuck trying to keep up.

That booty talkin' to me, what that shit say?

Shake it for the dojo I'm the sensei

Once you wobble on my song, on replay

Almost got 'er at house, up off Kingsway

"oh Riri you looking sad!" your mom and you laugh because Riri believes she is trying her best "twenty dollars you want it don't you?" Riri sucks her teeth and nods "then act like it" after a while Riri really gets into it not worrying about what anybody else is doing just you and her she's matching your pace and anticipating when you'll slow down.

All this money on me

Come and take it from a G

All she tryna do is get naked (Naked)

And she gon' shake it, like a red nose

You throwing and Riri is catching it like she just was made to do this hand on your ass guiding it to the beat she's so full in it she's completely forgot this was for money and that she was in front of your folks and she did not give one damn. Your mom stops the music "drumroll please!" Everyone pats their thighs Riri just looks back confused as hell. Your mom tucks a lil twenty in the side of your boy shorts and you do a little happy dance "aye aye" Riri laughs and shakes her head she also gives a twenty to Riri causing her to do a little happy dance too before planting a kiss on your lips. You two act way too much alike. After dinner everyone helps put the food up and clean up before finally departing and saying good bye's you come eye to eye with your mom.

"You said she was shy" you laugh and nod "she is until she gets comfortable" your mom looks her up and down and smiles "okay miss Riri Williams don't act all shy next time!" Riri laughs and covers her face "it was nice meeting you all" Riri goes in for a handshake and is pulled in for a hug "at least we know "genius" doesn't mean nerd" comments your mom's husband causing you to laugh you hug them both and kiss your mama on the cheek.

"I love y'all please take care and tell lil sis go suck it because for once I win!" You yell loud enough for her to hear "fuck you!" She yells back and your mama shakes her head "watch your motherfucking mouth don't be sorry do better!" You laugh and grab your keys "we gotta go."

Riri shakes her head "uh uh miss thing put them damn pants on" she snatches the twenty out of your boy shorts and puts it in her pocket as you pull on your pants and laugh grabbing your belt. "Keep her in check" yells your mom as you both approach the car Riri laughs and nods "yes ma'am!" You unlock the car door as your mom shuts the house door.

"You made it seem like your folks was bad I enjoyed myself" you smile "good because that might be th-" you're interrupted by an agitating voice causing you to groan "ayo Y/n" you turn around and glance at your ex then at Riri "yeah?" She looks Riri up and down in a kind of disappointed way "your new bitch ain't as cute as I thought she'd be... So you leave the hood studs alone and get with a smart bitch who what? Probably wear dresses just so you know sis she get a new bitch every two months she'll get tired of you." You glance at Riri who is the unbothered queen she is "it's been four months sis you do a whole bunch of talking to be a bitch she got rid of." You start the car and close the door "go be bitter and made somewhere else we don't fucking care" you say flipping her off you roll the window up and speed off "where the fuck my twenty dollars at?" Riri laughs while you're being dead serious "I don't throw this ass for free give me money mane!" You say with your palm out.

A/n: the readers family is based on mine because well I don't really know anything else. More like my aunty who used to have twerk battles when she was drunk....I have a very interesting family so let's just say this is a shit post and baby it's ghetto as hell. (This is how I grew up so enjoy.)

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐞.𝐦

warning: these will be my personal thoughts, some are tame whereas others are sinful to say the least. read at your own peril.

1. let’s start off simple, he’s an absolute gentleman, it goes without saying so he’ll always treat you like the queen you are.

2. hugs and cuddles? cugs or huddles, whichever name you prefer– he loves them both but only from you.

3. forehead kisses, wrist kisses, hand kisses…ugh just all kisses he’ll give you.

4. you will always have his undivided attention, i swear!

5. you’re a shit dancer but he doesn’t mind, he still loves your slow dancing until you decide to throw it back then the mood shifts 😏

6. he’s actually not a PDA type of guy but he’s willing to hold your hand or wrap his arms around you

7. remember how i said he’s a gentleman? yeah, the man buys you flowers for every single holiday even the non-romantic ones like donut day or some shit

8. you don’t play about your skin & ever since he saw your routine, he’s intrigued so now you do it together!! how cute

9. running your fingers through his hair is his absolute favorite thing

10. just as him braiding your hair is a guilty pleasure of yours

11. you can cook but your man throws down in kitchen and you’re here for it

12. he makes you whatever meal you ask and if he doesn’t know it, he’ll learn it while you sit there & watch him

13. you’re not a big drinker but you like wine so he drinks wine with you, especially when doing face masks

14. breakfast in bed, lunch in bed, dinner in bed…dessert in bed 😏

15. you simply adore the notes he leaves you whenever he’s not there

16. good morning and good night texts when he’s further away, even facetime calls just to see you

17. remember how he can dance and you can’t? well you can sing while he plays piano for you so it balances itself

18. you write him poetry but it ends up being a bit silly though he loves it, he’d never say it was bad even if it lowkey is

19. he puts all men to shame, he’s simply ruined you for others but you love it because he’s your man & you gon’ stick beside him

20. before we get to the dirty, i need you to know that this man has a big ass ‘sir’ kink

anything below is purely filthy. this is your last warning.

21. yes sir, no sir, please sir, fuck me sir…all the sirs, he loves it

22. your first time together was unforgettable but you forgot except for how he raw dogged you until you saw stars

23. you might not have thought of this but the man’s favorite position is doggy

24. he only does missionary if he’s in the mood to be kind otherwise, he likes to see your eyes roll back & your mouth open wide to pant like the sex animal you are

25. suck him. that’s it.

26. suck his neck, behind his ear (add teeth for spice), his finger. be a good girl and look up at him as you suck his dick clean

27. he knows all your kinks, some of them actually surprised him

28. you have a submissive kink, degradation kink, choking kink, overstimulation kink, praise kink, voyeurism, & exhibitionism

29. oh & you thoroughly enjoy his breeding kink

30. let’s get into short descriptions, why not?

31. orgasm denial and overstimulation are his favorite ways to punish you, he’ll physically hold you down until you pass out from the pleasure or he gets tired. honey you’re better off passing out

32. you undress him slowly a) to tease him, b) to stare at him (girl same), and c) to prolong your sexcapade

33. this man lives and breathes your cunt. he refuses to come for air, he’ll willingly suffocate himself between your thighs

34. but you wanna know his favorite thing? you riding his face, no explanation needed

35. scratch that, i’ll describe it. imagine sitting on his face and rocking back and forth, he grips your thighs so that you’re putting all your weight on his face. as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, he sticks a finger in your ass because he knows you love it. you shake and squirm but he’s not letting go, if anything, he slurps loudly and sucks until you’re bruised. eventually you cum all over his face, he drinks every last drop. once you slide off of him, he immediately kisses you so you can taste yourself

36. he wants to hear you. your moans and groans are what keep him going & let him know he’s hitting all the right places, not that he wouldn’t

37. there are moments when he’s not up to fuck but he’ll still have fun with you. he’ll make you ride or hump his thigh until it’s soaked, only then will he fuck you

38. you weren’t aware of this before but you’re sinfully obsessed with his hands, i mean girl aren’t we all??

39. but no you’re obsessed. you want him to finger fuck you especially in public, there’s something about his thick fingers filling you that excite you or maybe it’s the thought of being caught with his fingers up your cunt

40. “what a good pretty girl you are, princess clean up the cum off my dick. i want it to be slippery with your saliva before i fuck that ass.”

41. “is this what you want darling? my gorgeous slutty whore. bounce faster baby, i’m enjoying the applause your tits are giving me.”

42. honestly there’s no in between, you’re either 40 or 41.

43. he’d buy you pretty expensive lingerie just so he can rip it off of you or fuck you in it, depending on his mood

44. speaking of mood, believe it or not, he gets turned on a lot after a fight. this might explain why you often find yourself face down, ass up with your mouth gagged by his tie as he buries himself in you

45. cockwarming. you both love it equally, you more though. sometimes you can’t even sleep unless he’s there

46. you were almost caught once, this is when you discovered you’re an exhibitionist

47. also during cockwarming, it didn’t escape you how you can visibly see his imprint in you (girllllll, let’s share? 🥹)

48. just the thought of it turns you on and he senses it so whaddya know, here we go round 274927162948

49. you’ve done blood sharing before, it’s not your favorite but you notice that his eyes turn black and he straight up raw dogs you so you’ve grown to like it

50. i don’t know how i managed to forget mentioning this but he loves when you’re dominant. tie him, spank him, gag him, choke him– he’s yours

51. you might not know but he’s a boobs guy, yeah he loves your ass and he’ll eat it, beg for it even but he loves your big ol’ titties

52. i guess this goes hand in hand with his breeding kink, he’s mentioned to you more than a dozen times that he can’t wait until you have children just so he can suck on your boobs. thirsty much?

53. you get jealous when any woman tries to get his attention. you’ll literally interrupt their conversation, stand in between them and drag your manicured nail down his chest. you look at the woman directly in her eyes as you loosen his tie, smiling sweetly but also marking your territory by kissing him right there and then. once the woman leaves, you whisper in his ear “find me in 5 minutes” & you’re gone. oh you’ll be punished or praised but either way, you love it!

54. eli is a biter in case you didn’t know. the number of times you’ve turned down swimming with rebekah or your friends is too much. his favorite biting place are your nipples and he loves nibbling on the spot that’s right above your cunt

55. i said that overstimulation and orgasm denial are his punishments but also spanking. you don’t enjoy this as much so he doesn’t do it often but when he does, he’ll be completely gentle afterwards. he’ll shower you with kisses but still no sex, remember it’s a punishment. if you beg, he might finger fuck you though

56. you’ve been caught more than once masturbating, this only happens when he’s away or he won’t fuck you because he’s busy. each time, he’s fucked you with that same toy and had you thinking you’ve died. he’d first tie you so you can’t move then plug both holes with your toys and put them on the highest setting, no warning. lastly he doesn’t want to hear any noise so now choke on his dick. whenever he feels satisfied, he’ll pull out and fuck your cunt but you’re not allowed to cum. what a babbling wet mess you end up being

57. you weren’t planning on him finding this out but you’ve always wanted a dp (if you know, you know). he only found out when you were taking a nap in the bedroom, he was reading next to you and you moaned in your sleep. at first he didn’t mind but then you did it again. he tried waking you but instead he was pulled into your dreams and saw everything, you loved the thought of being shared by him and someone else. “what a good whore, taking both dicks. let’s fill her to the brim, i want to see our cum dripping out”. you moaned and said “yes sir, please fill my cunt. take turns and use all my holes sirs!” elijah couldn’t believe it. he was so turned on, let’s just say that nap was the last sleep you got in days.

58. despite the sex freak that he is behind closed doors, he fully appreciates it being something that is kept secret. he enjoys keeping his sex life private and so do you

59. now there’s a specific thing he truly enjoys and that’s when he’s railing you, no not pounding or fucking, railing, and he can feel your orgasm. he sees how your body shakes uncontrollably, how you try so hard to breathe, your chest literally rises from the bed or whatever you’re on, you fist the sheets or his hair, and those soft labored gasps that leave your mouth. you’d think he’d slow down a bit but hell no, he puts his all into that railing until the bed is shaking and you’re being lifted off the mattress. he loves this, it’s a drug to him because you don’t cum– no, you squirt all over which makes his squirt inside you. feeling his hot cum inside you turns you on even more and now he knows your sex fiend is ready to play

60. whewww lord! i can go on and on about this man. elijah mikaelson will forever have my heart and cunt too if he wishes. that’s all though, bye!

a/n: how was this? i loved writing it but i needed to take a break during certain parts, got myself all bothered. hope you enjoyed!

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