#slutty cop pussy bitch

[fukbroty]

I love fucking hot cops. I don't know why, but cops are always the most verbal slutty pussy bitches, submissive, and kinky as fuck. Who doesn't love cop pussy!!!

Officer Miguel Pimental

[thehalloweenspooks]

HELLO, SO UM- My pookies moots urged me on to write Coyle pussy fic so I uhhhh... I did... I don't think it's worth posting on ao3 so here it goes...

nsfw fic under cut

Panties Business

Coyle was passing through the hallway with a severe scowl plastered on his features, Easterman really outdone himself this time with the new “uniform” idea… And now Leland was pacing around the police station in a skirt. 

A skirt…

A DAMN SKIRT! What shame- 

He was pissed and most certainly was gonna give a piece of his mind to the doctor when they saw each other later.

“Yer a fuckin’ bitch!” the officer barked out as he slammed open the doors to Hendrick’s office after the trial. “Ya know that? Embarrassin’ me and all!” he grumbled when Easterman raised his eyebrow in question.

 “What do I owe the pleasure, Leland?” the older man asked placing his pen back down on the desk and leaning against his chair.

The policeman gives him a furious look gesturing viciously to the skirt in a silent protest against his attire.

The doctor’s gaze falls on the navy fabric of the skirt then slowly rises back up… “Yes? I would appreciate verbal communication if you would.”

“The blasted thing!” he replies angrily. “The fuck would ya make me wear that?!” he huffs folding his arms on his chest.

The taller man raises to his feet and deliberately strolls over to the prime asset with an unwavering gaze focused on his eyes. 

“It has its purpose, Leland…”

“Yeah? And what’s that, huh?” Coyle barks out but before he can think of any other question or taunt, he nearly gasps at the slap of both of the doctor’s hands on his butt. He thinks about protesting but Easterman’s palms smooth over his ass and dip under the hem of his skirt, caressing up his thighs. 

“Acces, Leland.” Hendrick purrs while his hands travel further up to his hip. 

“B-Bastard homo… ‘fcourse-” Coyle mutters not making any attempt to move away.

Instead, the older man pauses with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You aren’t wearing panties.” he moreso states than questions. 

The cop’s face flushes slightly as he looks away “Shut up.” he whispers when he feels Hendrick’s fingers trace against the curly bush on his mound. “It’s none of yer business why I don’t-” his hips chase the soft brush of the fingertips against him.

“You like not to wear them, don’t you, Leland?” Easterman’s hand dips further down between the officer’s thighs as they seem to open up for him on their own accord, old habits die hard~ “What if I found a nice alternative for you, hm?”

This time it’s Coyle’s turn to raise his eyebrow… “The fuck ya mean…” he mumbles with a shaky breath as the others fingers begin to tease the outside of his pussy, stroking gently before dipping past the folds and tracing against the soaking slit of his entrance. 

“Let’s say… what if I get you a toy to wear inside your slutty cunt during trials? Then you will have to wear panties to ensure it doesn’t slip out… Yes?” Easterman whispers in his ear, fingers finally digging into Leland’s wet pussy and curling up against his inter walls to seak that special spot that makes him see stars.

The cop moaned and grasped his shoulders, head falling against the dark, pristine suit of the doctor. “F-Fuck… Y-ya got my attention…” he whimpered as his cunt gets pumped with two long digits of the man before him.

“Look at you Leland, clenching around my fingers like a needy bitch you are…” Hendrick chuckles to spite the prime asset but he secretly loves the way Coyle’s body begs for more of him… He continues to thrust his hand and adds his thumb into the mix to play with the police officer’s clit in lazy circles that draw the most pathetic sound out of his mouth. “So wet and ready for me…” he teases.

“Mnnh- f-fuck me already-” a plea rips from the cop’s throat, a broken cry of carnal desire that Easterman knew all too well.

“I don’t have time right now, I have a meeting in a few minutes.” he begins to pull his fingers out of his needy slit but is met with a whine of protest and a squeeze to his shoulder, thighs clutching at his arm to prevent him from pulling out. He sighs dramatically rolling his eyes, he almost smiles at the attention-seeking behaviour of his companion but quickly schools his expression back to an emotionless grimace. “You are so deprived.” Hendrick swiftly thrusts his fingers back deep into the others cunt with a wet, gushy squelch and begins to finger Coyle skillfully. 

A cacophony of moans and gasps spill from Leland’s mouth as he grips his shoulder tighter. His knees begin to tremble as his pleasure begins to build in the pit of his stomach, the sounds becoming more obscene the longer his sweet spots keep getting assaulted… Soon enough he is overtaken by his climax. He clings to Easterman’s neck as a warm gush of his release squirts out of his pussy and pools at his feet; his legs tremble and threaten to give out under him. 

“There we go… made a mess as always, clean up before you leave.” Hendrick slips his digits out of the tightened, twitching cunt with a wet sloppy sound and observes in satisfaction as the juices drip down both of Coyle’s thighs. “Now, if you promise to wear panties next time, I promise to get you a nice toy, yeah?” the doctor purrs in his ear before pulling away and licking his hand off the mess of arousal left by Leland, this time not being able to stop the pleased smile from appearing on his face.

“D-deal…” the cop huffs trying to steady himself against the desk from the intense orgasm he just received; his forehead pressed against the glossy surface of the wood. 

Easterman smoothed his clothes down and turned to the door, ready to leave for the meeting. That’s one way to make Coyle behave and he had to admit that judging by the erection in his pants, it certainly was his favourite way to make him behave. 

[alostlovergirl]

Gonna fix her ( part two)- Steve rogers x reader

Summary: what happens when you return back home after your party.

Warnings: throw up, mental abuse, verbal abuse, fear, slight physical abuse, and major degradation. Minors do not interact.

What was he gonna do to you? What and you guys have to talk about? Whatever it was, you didn't want to go back home. You didn't feel safe with your boyfriend anymore. You knew he was gonna hurt you and why would you go back to that. You weren't stupid.

You did everything you could to try and stay at the birthday party. Your friends took notice to it and they questioned you, but you say nothing, not wanting to worry them. You knew if you told them, they would call the cops and you knew what Steve would do to local authority. You would be putting everyone in immediate danger.

So, you keep your fear to yourself and refused to say anything about your relationship problems. So, when your girlfriend dropped you off at Steve and yours shared apartment, you felt your stomach churn in fear and slight alcohol sickness.

" darling, are you alright?" your best friend of 14 years, Jamie, asked you. That nickname even made you stomach turn worst. The nauseous feeling was getting worse and worse. Sooner than later, you puked all over your dress, your legs, and her car. She screamed and gets out the car, running towards the apartment to get Steve.

Your stomach hurt so bad that it felt like someone plunged a knife in and was twisting if around. Your heart dropped down to your ass when a shirtless, pj wearing, and hair messy Steve came out the house with a concerned Jamie. She just wanted to make sure you were okay, but didn't know that Steve was the reason you spewed out your party snacks all over her car.

He doesn't look happy about being woken up at 3 in the morning. He had work in the morning and you just had to turn up at right now, scaring your door friend to death. He swung the car door open, roughly and scoops you up in his arms. You start shaking as soon as you touched his warm chest. “come on, my dear.” he only says that because your friend was standing there, swaying side to side with worry.

He assures your friend that you were alright and needed a desperate alcohol cleanse. He told her that was gonna take care of you so you could get back to partying as soon as possible.

All of that was a complete lie and you knew it. He made sure you knew that because of that shit eating grin on his face. He carried you back inside and next thing you knew was you face buried in a tub full of water, drowning as he scrub the pure off of your body. It forced you to sober up and it was for a bad reason. He wanted you completely sober so you would remember everything he was going to do to you.

He pulled your face out of the soap water, eyes burning. " where do you get a kick? Huh? Getting so wasted that you soil the dress that I bought you. Got so shit faced that your sober friend had to pound on my fucking door! ", he yelled in your face. Oh no, you made him mad. You just about cried when the grip on your hair tightened and he yanks you up. He spins you around and picks you up by your plushy thighs, with a grip hard enough to leave finger print bruises on them.

" please Steve" you try to plead your way out of whatever punishment he had planned for you. You really didn't think that was gonna work, and you? He tosses your wet naked body on the bed, getting in between your legs. " don't rape me..."

He laughs an uproarious laugh. "I wouldn't give my dick to a stupid whore. " he spits out and you feel your heart crack in two. " you don't fucking deserve me, bitch. I have wasted so much time on you. I could be a respectful girl, but I wasted my time on your disrespectful, slutty, and loose pussy having ass. I am sick of you. I am tired of trying. I told you that I was gonna talk to you when you got home, but I fell asleep because unlike you, I actually work an actual job. Tell me, what do you do, hun?" every word that came out of his perfect mouth was a dagger to the heart. It tore you to pieces.

" You don't mean that, Steve. You can't mean that" your voice was quivering. You were about to cry. Everything he said was so cruel.

"I meant every fucking word, darling"he chuckles and pats your face. " tomorrow, you will prove yourself. I want this house cleaned from top to bottom or else. "

He gets off of you and gets on his side of the bed. " get dressed and go to sleep."

You shakily get up and walk over to your dresser only to see that he replaced all of your comfortable pjs with silk night gowns. You feel your face heat up, realizing now much can be seen through them. You such up your tears and put on the night gown. You crawl in bed with him and sniffle. His arms immediately wrap around your waist, pulling you close like didn't insult you.

He nuzzles into your neck and hums. "I am gonna make you perfect."

Maybe a part 3...?

[luckyasfuck]

back seat of his car [k. bakugou]

pairing // katsuki x fem!reader

warnings/themes // NSFW, mafia leader!katsuki, illegal racer!katsuki, mentions of stalker!reader, gun violence, katsuki point his gun at your neck, katsuki checks under your skirt without conset, slight knife play, breeding kink, creampie,

synopsis // finally gathering your courage to confess to the guy you’ve been admiring, the night takes a dark turn when he assumes you’re working for his enemy, and all the secrets unfold.

word count // 2.5k

a/n // i am aware that race cars don’t have passenger seats nor back seats, just shut up and read already.

tonight was exciting. the skirt you wore hung beautifully around your hips, giving your thighs the attention they very much deserve. the nights were always cold, but you’d do anything to get bakugou katsuki to glance at your way. tonight was the night you’d finally make a move after practically stalking the male car racer for weeks now. it was obvious he knew about your ministrations, he’d look back here and there and become more cautious as the nights dragged out. 

a black face mask covers your face, the competition was illegal and it would be a bitch to be caught by those bastards that call themselves cops. boots clicking on the pavement, you speed-walked to the street. the muffled screams and sounds of cars grew louder as you turn the corner, already seeing people cheering the racers on. pushing through the crowd, you manage to slip through the dudes that called themselves ‘guards’ and onto the road. a quick span around the area and you see him.

katsuki is wearing a black leather jacket, his infamous skull shirt underneath and black pants to match the aesthetic of his black racer car. his blonde hair is messy as he takes off his helmet, leaning on the car. you gulp, could you really do this? the satisfying click of your boots makes the respected racer glance at you, eyeing you up and down. with a quick and confident, you eye his car. “that’s a really fucking pretty car.”

he scoffs, “you competing here, woman? don’t even try.” he clicks his tongue. “why? cause i’m a woman?” a death glare is sent his way before you chuckle, leaning on his car too. “no, cause it’s really risky. police are gonna raid this area any second now, that’s why i parked here near this alleyway just incase.” 

huh? “and how would you know that?” the crowd screams louder and your voice is barely heard, new racers coming in from all areas. the sound of their car engines fill the silent night and you watch katsuki pull his phone out, texting someone. this fumes you, does he have a girlfriend or something? i’ll fucking kill her-

“so,” the phone is shoved back inside his pocket, now his attention is all on you. half-lidded vermillion eyes stare into yours as he smirked, putting his hand inside his pocket. “where’s your car?” his eyes span the area, looking for a car that you might own and use. “oh, i’m not racing.”  this response shocks him, looking at you with knotted eyebrows and his head tilted slightly to the side. 

“how’d you get past those guys?” the ‘guards’ push the crowd away harshly, preventing them from entering the road. they push, throw, do anything to keep the crowd at bay. they’re pretty big guys so they don’t get beat up that easily. “i’m a woman.” you reply with a giggle.

“and i may have told them i know you.” 

the blonde’s phone dings with a notification, “do you really know me now?” he reads through the text with a smirk. muffled police sirens are heard and the crowd silences for a minute before everybody’s frantically exiting the street, the car racers getting in their car and driving off full speed.

fuck, where you gonna go no-

the sound of a car door opening breaks you from your trance as you see flashes of red and blue lights rounding the corner. “get in.” katsuki rushes to his side of the car and without a thought, you enter his car. with a quick and professional manuever, the both of you are rushing through the empty and dark alleyway in seconds. the darkness seems endless until the blonde turns the corner and stops. looking back, he squints his glowing red eyes to check for any police cars. 

a relieved sigh leaves his lips and he gets out the vehicle, leaving you confused. a hand opens your side of the car and you’re yanked outside harshly, “what the fuck?!” a loud thud fills the silent alleyway as your back hits the hard concrete. a sound of metal is heard and the next thing you knew, katsuki has you pinned on the wall with a gun held straight to your throat. “don’t fucking think i haven’t seen you lurking around.” 

how were you supposed to know that your harmless stalking sessions meant so much to him? you gulped, forcing yourself back on the wall trying to detatch your sweating neck from his cold gun. “you working for deku or something, hm?” the weapon is shoved into your skin more and your eyes close in fear. “i... i don’t know who that is.”

katsuki tears the weapon away from you and the sound of a loud bang makes you whimper, eyes tearing up. “oh really, now?” opening your eyes, a tear trickles down your cheek as you looked up at his hand pointing the gun he just shot to the sky. noticing this, katsuki puts it back in it’s place against your neck. “i- i really don’t! i just stalked you... cause- cause i liked you and you’re- you’re hot.” you admitted, fearing for your life. 

ignoring the confession, katsuki kneels down and using his unoccupied hand, he uses the flashlight on his phone. his hand hoists your skirt up without warning, attaching the hem to your waistband as he shined the flashlight on your thigh. expecting to see the symbol for deku’s little clan on your thigh, his hand is already on the trigger, ready to pull it and end your life.

but he saw nothing, just your bare, quivering thighs. and maybe your lace panties too, but he looked away before he could stare at it for too look. with a harsh movement, he fixes your skirt and pulls the weapon away from your neck before grabbing your collar and staring right into your eyes.

“listen here, you fucker. you like me don’t you?” a relieved sigh leaves your lips and you nod, staring back into his lust-filled eyes. “i’ve been fucking stressed lately, and you fucking added to that. so let me fuck you into oblivion as a punishment.” the straight forward statement made your pussy wet.

it was the fact that he still asked that made you agree, even after you life was fucking threatened 30 seconds ago. katsuki bakugou may be bad, but he’ll never stoop to that level. plus, it could be a form of sorry for pointing a gun to your neck and almost pulling the trigger. in the back of his head, he made sure he would make you feel like a fucking princess.

it was an ‘in the moment’ kind of thing, the car was heated and condensation pooled at the windows as you and katsuki made out with each other, his thigh making its way in between your legs to rub your clit on the rough material of his jeans. the shirt you wore was cut open by the knife he kept in his pocket and in an instant, he attacks your collarbones and a hand creeps up to cup your boob under your matching lace bra, your nipple being twisted around by his fingers. “you fucking slut. you absolute whore. getting off to someone who almost ended your life? yeah, you want this cock in your slutty fucking pussy, don’t you?” 

without you noticing, he had ripped off his leather jacket and shirt. you drooled over his toned torso, admiring his abs and the slight hint of a blonde happy trail leading straight down into his pants. unconsciously, your hand goes to graze your fingers down his bare upper-half, trailing down the blonde hair leading you to where you wanted to touch before you cupped the large tent in his pants “yes, i want it.” you whimpered out, squeezing his bulge slightly, making him grunt.

katsuki massages your inner thigh as his unoccupied hand goes to unzip his fly and rid himself of any remaining clothes. as soon as his underwear is out of the way, his cock slaps right against his lower stomach and you stare in awe, gulping. the size and girth intimidated you, but this is exactly what you wanted. he strokes himself a few times before teasing your sensitive clit with his tip, moaning at the feeling of your lace panties against his slit. your panties are soon yanked off, katsuki leaving them dangling off your ankle as he propped himself between you, hands pinning your wrists above your head and your legs hoisted up on his shoulders. 

he angles his cock to tease at your entrance, smirking at you. “come on, beg for it.” the tip goes in and out of you and you whimper out in a frantic state, “please! just- just put it in already, i want it, i want it, i want it- fuck!” your toes curl in both pleasure and pain when katsuki slams inside your without warning. the stretch burned, he was probably the biggest thing you’ve put inside you in a while. his hips still and he looks down, admiring the way your cunt swallowed him up, feeling you clench around him. “good girl.” an unoccupied hand grips your hips as he started to thrust into you slowly before gradually picking up the pace until he was pounding into you.

the car shook back and forth as the racer railed you in the backseat, skin slapping and moans prominent even outside the car. “fuck! t-too deep, bakugou, too-” a pair of lips slam into yours, cutting your sentence off. katsuki ignores your complaints and lets out a dark chuckle. “am i hitting your womb, slut? that’s what you wanted, right? you want me to fuck my babies into you so you’ll be swollen for nine months.”

“ye-”

“no. we can’t have my little fuck toy be too sensitive for sex, right? you’re my fuck toy, my cumslut. mafia boys like me are always stressed and need obedient girls like you with tight fucking cunts to keep sane.” there’s no time to think about the term he used for himself as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mind going blank as you neared your orgasm. cumming all over his cock with a loud moan, your legs quiver as katsuki goes faster and sloppier, chasing his own orgasm. his hips stutter when he cums, painting your insides his shade of white. a few more thrusts and he pulls out of you, panting. he stares straight at your glistening pussy, watching his semen slowly seep out of you.

the sight makes whimper, feeling himself getting hard all over again. “i hope you can take more, princess.” the grip on both your wrists becomes tighter and you let out a loud moan, tears spilling from your eyes down your cheeks as katsuki bottoms out inside you for the second time that night. “’cause i’m not stopping for anything.” he doesn’t wait for anything and starts pounding into you again, abusing that sweet little hole of yours. “bakugou! fuck! too much!” your legs quiver, but his speed doesn’t falter. instead, he goes faster.

lips attach to suck on the supple skin of your neck, “call me katsuki.” he whispers, biting your neck softly. “k-katsuki, gonna cum again.” you cried out, fingernails digging into the hand that kept your hands at place. “then cum, cum all over this cock again. no one, and i repeat, no one is ever gonna make you feel this good. got it?” the question is left unanswered when a loud moan erupts from your throat as you came. katsuki follows a few thrusts after, moaning uncontrollably.

the both of you pant, a heavy layer of sweat covering both your bodies. katsuki pulls out of you, instantly replacing his cock with two of his fingers, making you jump as he scissors them inside you. “katsuki, n-no more... please...” you begged, whining.

“shh...” he calms you down, pulling his fingers out and prodding them at your lips. “suck.” the command instantly has your lips encaging around his fingers covered in both of your love juices. a moan escapes your lips at the taste, pulling away once you’ve lapped all of it up. the car becomes silent, katsuki taking a roll of tissue from the corner of his car, starting to clean you up. large arms gently keep you from jumping up from the overstim. “just a little more, it would be uncomfortable if you had cum dripping all over your thighs.” a choked ‘okay’ leaves your lips as he cleaned up the remnants of his orgasm. 

“there,” the window opens and katsuki throws the used tissues outside. “are you hurt anywhere?” he helps you sit yourself up on his lap gently, his red eyes looking all over your body for any bruises he might have left. “i’m fine, thanks.” you panted out, smiling at him. the blonde looks away, gently setting you down and handing you his shirt. “sorry for tearing yours.” he picks up his clothes and the weapons on the ground, starting to dress himself. you did the same, heart jumping in joy at his scent on the shirt. 

the both of you climb to the drivers and passenger seat, katsuki still half-naked. the black jacket is thrown to your exposed thighs and you look at him in confusion. “you’ll get cold-” a hand keeps the jacket on your thighs as the car starts. “i can handle it.” he started to drive through the rest of the alleyway. “whatever you say.” you stay put in your seat.

“i’m... part of a mafia group.” katsuki starts. “deku, the guy i assumed you work for, he wants my head. i don’t know why, but i am sure not losing to a broccoli looking headass. and since you couldn’t mind your fucking business, you’re involved now.”

“how so?”

“i need to keep you at arms length. not to protect you or anything! it’s so you can’t go around telling everybody, and i still don’t know if you really work for that bastard or not.” the car rounds into an abandoned street. god, you were gonna get killed, weren’t you? you thought as he stopped at a worn out house, stepping out the car. “come on.” 

his footsteps are loud, and you do follow him. he left his weapon inside the car, as if to make you trust him. “we were pretty sure that you worked for deku, but i think you’re too dumb for that. don’t be surprised.” the blonde warns as you both near the door. nothing was heard inside. katsuki opens the door and in an instant, metal clads with metal and 6 guns are pointed straight at you. but with a raise of katsuki’s hand, all the guns are put down. you shook uncontrollably in your spot, maybe the fact that you could barely walk from what you guys did earlier. “she doesn’t work for dek-”

“she’s pretty.” another blonde smiles at you, waving and winking. as you’re about to wave back awkwardly, katsuki pulls you beside him by your waist. “don’t even fucking try, denki.”

“she’s mine.”

[sebsxphia]

Being needy for Phoenix and begging her to play with you rather than going out and meeting with your friends like you had planned when you see her in her pretty little mini dress, only for her to turn you down and make you go to the bar. She will tease you the entire time you are there, having her hand on your thigh, going up towards your dress, exactly where you want her only for her to pull her hand back. Groping you when no one is looking, tracing the outline of your lips with her fingers, pressing your bottom link only to pull it back just as you are trying to pull them in your mouth. Placing her hand on your neck when she realizes you are starting to slip. Making you sit there and be pretty while she teases you and talk with the guys, making them on purposefully ask you questions. She decides its time to go when you look over at her for help for the third time after a question, realizing you are too needy to focus and becoming her dumb princess. Giving an excuse, getting you both out of there into her car. Only to continue teasing you, this time tracing your cunt over you panties as she drivers. Sometimes pulling back and making you suck on her fingers. You will not even realize you have arrived home, still sucking on her fingers, trying to hump the sit. She will be trilled that she got you dumb before she even fully touched you. As you get inside pushing you back against the door pressing herself against you she will go “Aww , what a dumb little whore you are for me, I can feel you throbbing even through both of our panties. Did I turned you too dumb to answer princess? Are you too needy for mommy that you can’t answer. It’s okay. Let mommy take care of it, take care of you. When I touch you what am I going to find princess ? That slutty pussy of mine all wet for me?“ -🍑

HGHHHHHHHHHHH IM WATCHING THE GOOD COP AT THE MOMENT AND IM IN HORNKNEE FOR MONCIA RIGHT NOW AND BOTH OF THESE THOTS JUST DID ME IN 🥴😵‍💫

i am absolutely speechless. my head is completely empty and there isn’t a single thought in my head rn!!!!!!

the first one, omg so real. natasha could so easily get you into subspace and all dumb without you even realizing it’s happening. she would make it her pride and joy to see you needy and desperate, pawing all over her and soaked through your panties.

the second one though!! oh my god!! fucking loosing it and natasha sat on your chest, her thighs spread and coming in front of your face. and the degrading words, calling you a bitch in heat and saying how you’ll probably hump every corner you could find!! and the continual spitting!!! how do you know my kinks so good my beloved anon!!!!

i’m just so sorry you’re at your parents and you don’t have your vibe, that’s so cruel 😭😭 i truly hope you can feel some relief soon!! but thank you so, so much for this insane thot my beloved anon!! 💌

[lubdubsworld]

some snippets of porn

this is just stuff from my blog that i thought i could post in one place

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Tae x jk x reader

You’re kneeling on your bed, completely naked with your hands tied at the base of your spine with one of the many silk ties owned by Kim Taehyung while the man himself kneels behind you, stroking your hips with long beautiful fingers while he stared at the other occupant in the room.

You’re not entirely sure how you landed in this situation and you’re also not sure if you should be afraid or excited.

All you know is that your new boyfriend, the sweet shy new kid Jeon Jungkook (likes to be called gukkie) is sitting on a chair , a foot away from your bed while your best friend of ten years grips you by the hair, kneeling on the bed behind you .

“ she acts sweet and innocent but she likes it rough Jungkook ah…” Taehyung grins, gripping your hair and pulling back, exposing your neck before biting down on it. Hard.

“ bruises….give her a lot of those…hickeys too… she’ll act all upset and complain but I know for a fact she likes looking at them in the mirror, right baby?” He bites your neck hard and you whimper.

Jungkook stares fascinated at the little spot on your neck blooming red under taehyung’s ministrations.

“ pinch her nipples like this, thumb and forefinger… A little twist and then pull back and flick.” You yelped at the sharp pain , eyes watering when he repeated it on the other nipple as well.

Jungkook moaned, leaning forward for a better view and Taehyung coos,

“ come here gukkie, ….” He waved gently and Jungkook scrambles to his feet stumbling forward and Taehyung lightly grabs the boys neck, guiding his lips down to the swollen nup of your tits and Jungkook licks his lips.

He glances at Taehyung clearly asking for permission and the older chuckles.

“ go ahead, kid , suck her tits. Lick and then suckle and maybe use a little teeth too…. She’s slutty enough to like that”. He leans down and kisses your cheek, “ right baby?” He whispers into your ear.

You whimper when Jungkooks lips close over the sensitive tips of your breast. Hips bucking and Taehyung notices.

“ enough Jungkook ah. Let hyung show you how to fuck her right , yeah?”

Jungkook pulls back staring in awe and Taehyung maneuvers you onto your hands and feet. He grips your waist with one hand, you hair with the other.

Lines his thick hard cock right up against your dripping entrance and shoves it in without warning.

“oh fuck.” Jungkook groans eyes trained ont he pink of your pussy where Taehyungs fat cock is ramming into you over and over and you close your eyes , scalp on fire from being yanked back and your insides clenching from how well taehyung’s filling you.

“ see that kid…see how much slick she’s dripping…. Wet and sloppy…the wetter the cunt the better it feels…. So get her wet….get her gushing…. although its not to hard with someone as slutty as this one…. Horny little bitch.” He smacked your ass hard and Jungkook groaned…

“ gonna cum inside her kook ah…. Fill her up and then you can fuck her yeah? You don’t mind sloppy seconds do you kid? ”

Jungkook shook his head.

“ No I don’t mind taehyungie hyung.”

Taehyung grunted, hips thrusting faster.

“ good boy.”

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Taehyung x Oc

“ what the fuck did you just call me” you shouted. stunned out of your mind . How dare he… How dare he call you… Call you…. That.

“ you fucking heard me. A whore. You acted like a fucking whore ….its my fucking brother do you have no shame…”

You laughed in disbelief.

“ your brother is the one who stuck his hand down my pants to cop a feel of my ass Taehyung…. Go call him a pervert …. ”

“ whatever go find someone else . somewhere else… you’re not getting laid at my party” he snapped and you felt your hackles rise.

“ fine” .

You turned your gaze to his best friend Jungkook standing right next to him and smirking , amused.

“ wanna come home with me hot stuff?”

Jungkook laughs shaking his head but Taehyung swells like a bull frog.

“okay that’s it…come with me you little slut.” Before you could register what he was doing he grabbed both your wrists, yanking you away from the main floor and and into the side hallway.

“ ow let me go you fucking psycho” you snapped, trying to dig your heels into the carpeted floor but it was impossible what with the idiot being built like a fucking wall.

He opened a door on the left , pushed you in with enough force yo send you sprawling into the large bed that occupied most of the bed. He locked the door before turning to you, already fumbling with his belt.

“ need to get fucked that bad, baby girl? Lemme do the honors…” He smirked, tugging the belt out of its loops and climbing over you.

“ wtf are you doing??” You screeched when he grabbed both your wrists and pressed them up against the wooden frame of the headboard, tying you up with the belt. He sat on your knees, effectively stopping any attempts to kick him off and you whine when the stretch of your hands makes your shoulders hurt.

“ I’m gonna fuck you now. ” He said casually. “ Mostly because you’re so fucking annoying and I wanna see if having a few orgasms will change that…. but also because you look really fucking good in that dress and I’m really jealous my brother got to touch your ass before I did. ”.

You gaped at him. Stunned.

“ yes or no, baby?”

You swallowed. You hated the prick yes but…there was no denying that kim Taehyung was the hottest bastard in the entire campus.

You nod .

“ good girl. ”

He made quick work of your clothes and you whined when he ripped a button off your blouse.

“ that shit costs twenty dollars you asshole” you yell and he glares at you before unzipping his fly and yanking both his pants and boxers down. You go a little cross eyes because of how fucking beautiful and big his cock is, but before you can fully appreciate the view he’s gripping your chin forcing your mouth open and feeding the hard throbbing length of it into your throat.

“ gonna fuck your mouth full the next time you run it off at me baby…” He chuckled

Guess he finally found a way to shut you up.

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Taehyung x OC ( part 2 of the above one )

“ you fucked who?” Your best friend’s shrill voice is loud enough to raise the dead and you clamp you hand down on her mouth.

“ don’t shout , for god’s sake.” You hiss, dragging her away from the corridor.

“ are you insane? He’s a jerkwad and a fuckboy…”

Well, can’t argue with that fact.

“ But Jennie his dick is so fucking big .. I nearly died. I saw God . And a few angels as well. Pretty sure I was actually clinically dead for a few seconds after I came. ”

Jennie rolled her eyes.

“ for the third time.”

Her eyes snapped open.

“ wait, really?” She whispered awed.

You nodded solemnly.

“ oh damn. Here I am faking it often with my boyfriend of two years and you came thrice during a one night stand…where is the fucking justice?”

You waved off her troubles.

“ I told you to break up with that clown and go hook up with Jungkook…. the kid’s so gone for you. But whatever can we focus on my dilemma?”

Jennie sighed.

“ what is that?”

“ how do I get Taehyung to fuck me again.”

Jennie gave you a look that said, you dumbass.

“ why’d he wanna fuck you then?”

“ uh…he was jealous his brother got to touch my ass first. ”

Jennie looked disgusted.

“ fine…so go hit on someone in front of him. There’s a party at seokjins place tonight right? Wear something slutty…. Grind on someone’s dick …”

Excellent.

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It worked faster than you’d hoped.

One minute you were shotgunning a drag of smoke from one, Min Yoongi sitting on his lap and grinding on his bulge and the next second a very familiar pair of hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you up and off the senior .

You got tossed over a set of broad shoulders and a second later a palm landed right on your ass, hard enough to make you whine.

“ sorry hyung…let me take this one off your hands…” Taehyung’s deep voice made you startle and then you grinned.

Mission accomplished then.

He turned around and began carting you off to the rooms upstairs and you gave a half hearted cry

“ lemme go ..”

“ shut the fuck up unless you want me to finger fuck you in the damn corridor.”

You quickly shut up.

The whole scene is disgustingly familiar. He opens the door, tosses you on the bed and locks the door behind him.

“ someone hasn’t learned her lesson. ” He says thoughtfully and you blink up at him innocently.

“ what lesson.”

“ don’t be a slut.”

“ I wasn’t a slut. I just wanted to get laid. ”

“ so why didn’t you come to me baby?”

You shrugged.

“ dick is dick. Why should it be you…”

Taehyung went very quiet.

“ what did you say?”

You shrug again.

“ I just need a fat cock inside me. Don’t care about the dick that comes attached to said cock.” You smirk.

Taehyung smiles wide and eerie.

“ strip.”

You stare at him.

“ strip right now or I swear to god I’ll never touch you again.”

As far as threats went it was pretty effective

You scrambled to obey, stripping quickly.

“ spread your legs. Show me where you want that fat cock. ’”

“ Tae..”

He climbed onto the bed when you hesitated, grabbing your knees and spreading your thighs.

He stared down at you, eyes trained on your pussy as he shook his head

“ this where you want it baby?” He rubbed against your labia roughly “ is this where you feel all swollen and empty?”

You swallowed.

“ Taehyung please…”

“ No.” He brought his hand down hard on your pussy spanking the tender flesh, the blow landing on your clit as well and you scream at how kuch it fucking hurts. But the burn is momentary chased almost al once by fiery pleasure and you body burns for more.

“ tonight…I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t ever think about any one else’s cock. ” He promised, taking off his pants and shoving his boxers down.

He grabs your waist and maneuvers you onto his lap, lining his cockhead up against your slit and pulling you down, impaling you on hIs pink, hard cock, so thick and wet with precum…

“ say my name.’

You stare down at him as you ride him, swiveling your hips taking him in deep.

” Taehyung..“ you whisper.

” That’s right baby….who does this slutty pussy belong to" he spanks your clit again and you whimper.

“ to you. Taehyung.”

“ and don’t you fucking forget it. ”.

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Jungkook x Oc

“ God , look at you…. So fucking wet and dripping.. you’re making a mess of my sheets baby…”

His voice was honey in your ears, hands wrapped around your waist holding you in place, as you gripped the bedframe , on your knees as he slid into you from behind, hard and big and so strong. His Muscled thighs, pressed right against your fleshy ones, his fingers leaving bruises on your hips as he fucked into you.

“ so fucking pretty like this, ” his hands fluttered to the flat of your belly.

“ gonna fuck you full with my babies ….gonna watch your tits swell with milk, watch your pretty little tummy grow….gonna fill you up with my cum baby….” Jungkook whispered , kissing your neck with sweet tender wet kisses and you swelled in all the right places….

“ gonna fill you with my cum and put a plug in you. So you can feel it every where you go. Feel me inside you baby…you’d like that won’t you?”…

You moaned at the picture he painted, head dropping down as his cock stretched you open.

Who knew trying for a baby could be so much fun..

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[kaitawrites]

Game of Cat and Mouse

Pair: Yandere Dabi x Fem!Reader, Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, , Degradation, Throat fucking, 

Notes: I personally love the idea of Aizawa and Dabi together. Not like shipped together but as a duo courting the reader. They are both hot bimbo looking motherfuckers. And you can’t tell me the two wouldn’t play Bad Cop and Good Cop with the reader. Dabi is the meanie, always rough and teasing with you. But Aizawa is the one that gives you what you want first. And please tell me you liked it because I literally stayed up to finish it-

You looked between the two males. They were glaring each other down. ‘I’m in danger’ Ran through your head as you continued to look between the two. “She isn’t going with you, Villain,” Aizawa states firmly. Dabi scoffs. “And she’s going with you? Don’t make me laugh.” Dabi taunts, his hands deep into his jacket pocket. A cocky grin upon his lips. Aizawa grabs your wrists, you tensed and let out a surprise gasp. “She’s coming with me. And that’s final.” A dark chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips. He moved his hand to shield his face. His lip lifts up into a dangerous smirk. Dabi’s figure began to light up. 

A ting of blue outlining his body. The area was thick with tension, you couldn’t even cut it with a knife. Dabi’s hand wrapped around your other wrist quickly, holding you between the two men. You began to think about what would have happened if you didn’t use the short cut to get home. “Fucking stupid ass bitch.” You mumbled to yourself. The two men completely ignored your words and continued to glare another down. Dabi tried to pull you behind him but Aizawa also tried to do that. Which resulted in your shirt ripping in half and revealed your tank top. In the tank top was your breast. 

It took the two aback when they bounced. A sharp gasp of air escaped your lips The two men were surprised to see the display before them. A bead of sweat dripped between your breast and the two watched it travel down. The two gulped in anticipation and were quick to let you go. You fell on your bottom, you hiss out in pain. “Ow. Slam me on the fucking ground next time, and hopefully break my nose.” You growled out, leaning to the side to rub your bottom. Your eyes were closed and your eyebrows were furrowed. Dabi stood beside Aizawa. The two had their eyes on you the whole time. 

The thick aura of aggression became something else. You hesitated to open your eyes and you regretted it soon after. You scramble away from them, hitting a brick wall in the process. You couldn’t leave their eyes, the fear of looking away ate at you. Dabi had a shit-eating grin on his lips. Dabi elbowed Aizawa a bit. “You thinking what I’m thinking, Eraser?” Dabi questions, dragging out the word eraser. Aizawa’s lips lift up into a scowl. “Don’t touch me, Villain.” He mutters. Aizawa makes his way towards your retreating form. He bent down before you, his dull eyes looking over your shivering form. His hand reaches out to caress your cheeks. You were frozen in fear, your breathing became sharp and rigid. “Ha, So we are?” Dabi smirks. “Don’t be an idiot. You villains are never rational.” Aizawa growls, turning his head to glare at Dabi. You take a deep breath in and begin to talk. “How about we all take a step back? Calm down. And let me go.” You were cut off by rattling and rings from a belt. 

“No can do, princess,” Dabi smirks, beginning to unbuckle his belt. Your eyes widened in fear and worry. Your hands were quick to grab Aizawa, holding onto him as tight as possible. He’s a hero so he should be able to save her. Aizawa looks down at you, pressed against his chest. Eyes shut closed and lips puckered. Aizawa’s eyes lingered on your lips. Dabi stood before the two, his eyes darkened as his eyes traveled down your form. You gulped and pressed into Aizawa more, clutching onto his arm tightly. Aizawa’s eyes wandered from your lips down to your hips. And those beautiful legs. It made him bite his lower lips.

His hand slithers down to your hips, keeping you closer to him. Your eyes widened at the feeling of her breast being cupped by massive hands. Your eyes quickly move over to see Aizawa, his eyes dark and hazy. “Please don’t do this. I’m begging you.” You cry out, your eyes pleading as you stared Aizawa down. Aizawa’s expression was still stoic as he ran his hands up and down your body. More tears fall down your cheeks as the weight of the scene way down onto you. You bit back your sobs. “Oh, Princess. Don’t cry, we’ll be gentle.” Dabi uses his fingers to lift your pretty little head up. 

His lips crack up into a sadistic smirk. “In the beginning.” He growls out. Your body trembles more as uncontrollable sobs escaped your plump lips. Dabi grabs your arm, shushing you against his chest. Before you can even mutter a word, you felt someone grabbing your sweatpants. Your eyes widened when your pants are yanked down and pools at your ankles. The cold air hitting your delicate skin and making goosebumps line along your thighs and legs. A warm set of hands wraps around your thigh, kneading it softly. A set of arms wrap around your waist pushes you even closer to Dabi’s body. 

A deep chuckles escapes his lips as his hands run up along your body, cupping your breast and massaging them. “Such lovely tits, babe.” He purrs into your ear but you were in a trance. Your eyes were screwed shut and lips parted. Dabi’s lips perk up into a smirk at this. A mysterious feeling of victory and lust consuming his body, it made him feel powerful. Different. Out of Character. His mouth latches onto your neck where he starts to bite lightly. ‘Do you know how long I have been watching you? Such a fine thing like you cooped up in a bad place like this.” Dabi confesses. 

That’s when it hits you like a truck. He was the one giving you the feeling of never being alone. When you were in your home, he was always there, watching. Strangely the feeling went straight to your pussy, your legs becoming weak. Dabi watched your body intently, his electric sapphire blue eyes outlining your form. “Oh you like that? Well let me fill you in. Every single time you had your hands buried in that little pussy I was there. Your closet door cracked enough so I could watch the whole thing.’ A tingle ran down your spine, a squeaky moan escapes your throat. Resulting in a jealous scoff slipping out of Aizawa’s lips. “Cut the chit chat. I have things to do.” Aizawa grumbles out. 

Dabi’s eyes lightening up in amusement. “Of course, Oh so great Eraserhead. Now Baby girl, Did you hear what he said?” You open your eyes to look up at Dabi. His index finger at the tip of your chin to make you meet his gaze. “Be a good girl for us, alright?” You didn’t respond yet, thinking of your options. Dabi is a villain, not just a small time villain but League of Villains Villain. And he stalked her before this. And then there is the suppose big time hero, Eraserhead. If you calculated correctly, even if you tried, you would never be able to get away from them. You can’t even lie to yourself either, the two were very eye catching. 

Dabi taps his finger against your cheek. “Come on Princess, I need an answer some time in the present.” You let a breath in and nod slowly. “I-I’ll be good.” You mutter quietly. A wide cocky grin appears on Dabi’s lips and a warm hum is heard from Aizawa. It didn’t take long for you to be on all fours on the ground. Aizawa behind you and Dabi in front. 

You have Dabi shoving his full length down your throat, mercilessly thrusting powerfully without warning. And then there is Aizawa who prepares you gently. He may want this to be over with as quickly as possible but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a gentleman. (When he wants to be-) Aizawa places his dick at your entrance. Lubing up his member with your slick juices and slips in. Your walls clenched around his length, which created a groan to be chocked out of him. “Fuck,” He grumble as he slowly rotates his hips. 

Meanwhile Dabi was ruthlessly pounding into your mouth. Your spit and his pre-cum dripping down your chin and onto the floor below. A cocky grin on Dabi’s lips as he watches your face. “Yeah, Make those slutty ass faces for me.” His hand falling upon the back of your head and pulling you down his dick more. With your mouth taking his whole member, a breathy moan is held under his breath as blood rushes through his body at the sight of your blissed out form. But his blood boils when you recoil, turning to look at Aizawa. “P-Please go faster.” Your voice was caught in your throat as you glanced at Aizawa one final time and getting back to work with Dabi. 

Dabi growls at this and slams your head back onto his cock. “You have the audacity to remove my pleasure for your own.” The harsh thrusts into your throat made tears swell up at the corners of your eyes. Aizawa is now smirking, loving the struggling moans escaping from you. “You poor baby, You want me to go faster, Whatever you say goes.” He grabs your hips and unleashes his full length making you cry out onto Dabi’s cock. 

After they were done with their relentless thrusts, You were more than tired. Your body almost giving out when you saw Dabi was hard for the third time. And Aizawa didn’t even blow his load in that same time period. But like the gentleman he “was” Dabi took you back home. Before he left you there, he promised you there would be another time. But just him and you. You would be lying if you said you weren’t beaming with excitement. 

[lemons3ason]

Messed Up Fantasy (Smut)

(Warning: Forced (but consensual you’ll understand at the end), Knife Play, Quirk play, Semi-public, bondage, degradation, Latin King Sero)

You were hero partners, you were both tasked with a special mission of capturing a villain that had a powerful psychic type quirk yet somehow you both ended up captured. Due to the quirk cancelling cuffs on your wrists you were unable to manifest your metal claws while Sero was being controlled by some stupid collar that made him listen to any command the damn witch made.

“You’re gonna pay for this!”, you growled pulling on your restraints.

“Oh shut up you little wench. Cellophane quiet our little brat for us.”, the villainess growled with a snap of her fingers.

In a flash his tape was sealed over your mouth forcing you to keep quiet. She seemed amused seeing you all helpless and tied up, and decided to get some fun out of you two heroes.

“I bet stuck up stubborn brats like you have never been given the chance to feel what it’s like to be a true woman. I wonder how much of your inner slut would come out if your partner fucked you stupid. It’ll probably hurt since you’re a virgin.”, the woman snickered gripping your face in rough hands.

She may have psychic abilities but one flaw is that she couldn’t read minds like others, she was falling right into your plan. She came up behind your controlled partner and whispered something in his ear that forced his body to tremble, you could feel your pussy clench to the sight of his cock hardening under his skin tight hero suit.

“Have fun with her Cellophane, fuck all your agitation and feelings into her slutty body until she can’t take anymore and begs to be freed.”, the woman smiled sitting in a chair just across from you to enjoy the show.

You muffled voice behind his tape was hard to understand but a strange glint in his eyes was enough to provide you a small sense of relief to what he was doing. He carefully removed his tape from your mouth but as you tried to call him name you could only moan as he pressed a deep passionate kiss to your sweet plump lips. You couldn’t help but moan against his rough kiss, his hands trailed down your body resting at your thighs from which he picked you up from the ground. The controlled raven haired man panted against your lips roughly rutting against your cloth core until your own moans started to escape your lips.

“Now now Sero don’t be so patient with her, fuck her senseless I doubt she’s going to do anything if you go in without any prep.”, the villainess purred.

You trembled to her words, for Sero to fuck you without any preparation? God the thought both excited you and made you almost fearful of his length.

“I’m gonna tape your legs open and fuck you even when you cry for me to stop, mi amor~”, he hummed into your ear in a gruff tone making your body tremble in anticipation.

Just as he said he taped you to the cold brick wall of the villain’s hideout by your wrists and legs. You tried to move but the tape that glued you to the wall from the back of your thighs kept you pinned.

“Se-Cellophane please stop this. Pull yourself together.”, you begged almost losing your composure and calling him by his true name.

That’s when your body froze feeling his cold blade against your neck. Your body was scared stiff but your eyes moved to see the very blade that he had pressed against your skin.

“Mi princesa linda.”, he hummed against your ear sliding the tip of his knife to the collar of your hero costume just under your chin.

“I’m gonna fill you up, make you my puta.”, he growled against your ear gently dragging his knife down the fabric of your uniform just enough to cut your clothes open until your naked body was exposed to him.

“Vas a tener mis bebes, and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”, he warned taping the folds of your pussy open so he could enjoy your cute slit in all its glory.

Your face was heated and red, you were panting heavily, and without a doubt your pussy was dripping wet for Sero.

“My my what an intense play, but I’m starting to get bored. Cellophane give me a show, rape your little partner and make her pregnant so she can no longer be a hero and then I’ll take you and run away with you.”, the woman smirked seeing tears slowly slip from your cloudy hues.

You watched as Sero pulled his pants and boxers down revealing his long slim member in all its hardened glory. The tip was swollen pink, the veins on the underside pulsed and twitched in anticipation, and his cock seemed to glow from the precum that coated it so well. You softly called his name begging him to stop but you couldn’t help the scream that left your throat as he thrusted his full member into your core making you cum immediately upon entry. You hid your face against the crook of his neck whimpering as your pussy convulsed against his cock. He sighed and called you sweet pet names as he continued to move his hips, he didn’t care that you had just came, your sensitive insides clamped down hard against him making him feel even better as he continued to rut against your wet core. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust made you both forget about the stupid villain in the room, you couldn’t help but moan for him with each thrust his cock made against your spongy gspot. Your pussy seemed to clamp down desperately against his cock clutching to his shaft as he pulled away to thrust right back in. His hands held yours despite them being pinned above your head and you smiled feeling the pressure he placed against his wrist, he released your cuffed hands and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck holding onto the back of his shirt as he fucked you mercilessly.

“So tight.”, he groaned.

“S-so deep. I’m going crazy oh fuck!”, you cried your legs shook violently as another orgasm washed over you.

Sero flashed his signature smile at you as he rested his forehead against yours. You smirked but continued to play victim since you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“N-no please! Please don’t cum inside, I-if you cum then I won’t be able to continue being a hero!”, you cried pushing him away weakly to fake your energy.

It worked the villainess smiled and ordered Cellophane to bring you towards her so she could see him release his seed in you and hear your sobs. She was the definition of a pervert in your eyes, your legs were shaky forcing you to fall to your knees which was enough to amuse the woman.

“That’s it little bitch crawl to me so I can see your whole world end.”, she hummed.

Her quirk took control of your muscles forcing you to crawl towards her until you sat just a few feet away from her, you trembled feeling Sero lift you up once again. His arms hooked under your knees spreading your legs wide open to reveal your wet puffy cunt, you looked away in embarrassment shaking as his cock entered you from the new angle.

The woman just smiled in amusement to you as she forced your fingers to attack your clit in front of her. You let tears spill from your eyes to make it seem like she won, once again you felt Sero’s cock twitch inside you and you began to beg and scream for him to stop as he slammed you down on his member. You whined once you felt your walls clamp down on him and the woman laughed watching his balls contract with each spurt of cum that filled your womb. She thought she had won, but her chair falling back as tape wrapped around her body and eyes was enough to bring her back to reality.

“W-what the hell?! Cellophane release me at once!”, she screamed unaware of what was going on.

“Sorry mi amor, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”, Sero asked breaking the broken collar off of his neck as he put you down.

“No Corazon you didn’t. I will say I’m not a fan of being watched during sex though, it was kinduva turn off if it wasn’t for you fucking me so desperately but oh well I was the one that wanted to try it so it’s mostly my fault.”, your voice hummed.

“What the hell is going on!”, the villain screamed in annoyance kicking in her seat as you wrapped the cuffs around her wrist.

“You’re under arrest for the kidnapping of school teachers and students across Japan. You didn’t think the Hero Society sent you a regular pair of heroes did you? We heard all about your perverted side and just utilized it to catch you.”, you hummed in amusement squatting down to her ear level to talk about how fucked she’d be once they got her to jail.

“Umm p-princesa...y-your leaking out. We need to get you new clothes immediately before Chargebolt and the others get here.”, Sero stuttered his face flushing red as his seed spilled out of your puffy cunt.

You simply shrugged at your fiancé and grabbed the captured villain in her chair as you pulled her outside where cops and heroes were waiting. Sero’s clothes were still intact so he was quick to run after you and order every male on scene to avert their eyes unless they felt like getting fired today. A female paramedic brought you a blanket to cover yourself as the other heroes rushed in the save the remaining victims.

“Well at least we can cross this fantasy play off of our bucket list.”, Sero chuckled kissing your lips sweetly.

Your (e/c) hues shimmered with a mischievous glint as you whispered, “Maybe next time I’ll finally be able to convince you to fuck me over Bakugou’s desk back at the agency mi Rey~”

[wavbleu]

Jordan powell: Ransom

TW: KNIFE PLAY, FORCE FUCKING, DEGRADING, (some) BONDAGE , TORTURE, STOP READING IF YOU ARE TRAUMATIZED OR VANILLA❤️

I hovered over her unconscious body, she was sleeping so ever peacefully, how sad. I smirked and bent down to her head, i put a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Maybe if your good enough for me i wont have to mess up this stupid hot face of yours." She breathed lightly and smiled, i flinched thinking she was gonna wake up and see me.

"Your not a very heavy sleeper are you." I whispered and smiled evilly , "Welp, thank god i have this." I pulled out a towel with 'sleepy juice' in it and placed it over her mouth. She woke up in a panic with widening eyes from the fumes, she fought hard to try and get away from me.

Her kicks and muffled screams fell to a halt about a minute later, " How weak, i haven't lifted in a year i cant even lift a stick." I groaned in disgust.

I placed a letter on the nightstand to let the parents know exactly what i want, it read..

"hey sons of bitches, i got your slut faced daughter and im thinking about tying her up and using her, want her back? Give me 200,000 and if you don't give it to me by friday she will become my personal sex slave."

I picked up her limp body , she flopped around as if she was some sort of useless ragdoll. I threw her body out of the window and she landed with a loud thump, i looked down to check if she was still in one piece, she was caught inside of a bush. I carefully stepped out of the window, careful not to make much noice.

I picked up her body with was now covered in dry leaves and dirt,  I walked over to my truck feeling accomplished, Ive done it!

I threw the slut into the back seat and shut the door, i walked to my side and hopped in, i put the jingly keys in the cognition and boom! We're on a go!

The drive was silent and boring, i wish i could wake her up and hear her cute screams of absolute terror, but even that would get boring after awhile.

I drove into a deep dark forest area, home. I giggled as i finally have a new playtoy to play with, this is amazing.

I pulled up into a drive way, its my ex girlfriends fancy private home. But i killed her and her whole family after she cheated on me so i guess its mines now.

I put the car and park and got out, going to retrieve the girls body. I stood surprised when i opened the door? Shes up and conscious? She looked at me with those puppy eyes full of tears, she looked like a dear in front of headlights. I couldn't resist not busting out an "Aww".

"Thats not gonna keep you from being held hostage."

I grabbed her light body as she struggled to fight back, even though all of her limbs are tied up and restrained.

I got into my house and took her into my cold and gray basement, i threw her down in a chair then tied her down to it.

I took off the duct tape that was keeping her from making excessive noise, when i took it off she had alot to say. "Where am i? who are you? what do you want from me? Wheres my pa-" She rambled but i stopped her "Shut up you dumb fuck, your gonna talk my ears off."

"Im gonna hold you hostage for a bit until your mommy and daddy give me what i fucking want." ," Im not gonna hurt you unless you act up." I say lifting her chin up and rubbing her bottom lip, "I really don't want to mess up this beautiful face of yours."

I slowly stroked through her silky hair and smiled, "You pussy let me go my uncle is a cop!" The stupid girl spat on my face and started wiggling uncontrollably, as if that would get her out. I took a grip of her hair and yanked it back, making her head snap back in reaction. "Oh slut, i can kill your uncle too."

I took my knife out and dragged it across her bare thigh, gradually getting deeper drawing some blood. I licked the blood off her thigh seductively.

"Don't you wanna stay and have fun with me?"  I smiled as if it was first grade picture day, "If you dont like me, lets see if this guy likes me then." I slid my hand up her thigh then i inserted my hand into her lace pink shorts. She gasped as i felt her down there.

"Your wet as fuck?", her cute little face became red in embarrassment.

"You love that fact that you got kidnapped by a hot dude don't you? You dirty little whore." I say with a disgusted tone of voice. "What am i suppose to do about this huh? Fuck you?" I whisper, i pulled my fingers from out of her pants and licked the juices off, she tasted sweet.

"Uh.." She muttered and looked down, biting the skin off her lips.

"Beg for it, beg for me to fuck the shit out of you." I demand, silence. "Its fine you aren't worthy of my cock anyways." I scoff, "Fucking me is a privilege "

I walk towards the door and right before i twisted the knob to open i heard a small "Wait.." I stopped in my tracks and turned back to her strapped down body.

She began begging for me like the worthless mut she is, I walked over to her with the cheesiest smile plastered on my face. "Your lucky i like filthy whores like you."

I grabbed a fist of her hair and yanked her hair back, making her head jerk backwards in reaction. "Say ah." She opened up that slutty little mouth and i took the chance to spit in it.

I french kissed her lips while untying her exchanging spits and groans was all that was happening. Just to make sure she wouldn't pull anything like running away I knocked her out cold, I picked up her once again unconscious body and put her on the floor. I stripped her until she was ass cheek naked, perfect for me to use.

I tied her wrists behind her back and tied her knees together, i arched her back up into the doggy position. The beautiful view of her ass and dripping wet pussy made me want to dump a even bigger load in her.

I unbuckled my belt and slid off my pants, eager to use my new fuck toy. I took my belt and took a whip at her left cheek,then her right, then her left, then her right, then her left again. That time i heard a whimper come from her, shes conscious again yayy. "Aww baby your ass is already so bruised.." I rubbed her jiggly ass cheek softly, then took another whip at her right cheek.

"Ah!" she squealed in pain.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed it so ever softly against her entrance and rubbed her clit with it, she moaned softly, jerking and bouncing her hips back trying to slide it in herself. I slapped her ass making her stop, "You need to wait until im done."  I snapped.

"Please put it in.."  She begged impatiently, i couldn't resist her cute cries so I roughly slid in, not really caring how much it hurt her. I grabbed her ass and started to use her as if she was a useless flesh-light.

She was screaming in pain but i don't really know about pleasure, but i could honestly care less if it was pleasurable for her. I fucked her so hard in the cunt that she came after 10 rough strokes, "Pathetic" I would say in response.

I overstimulated her so much to a point where she was almost in tears, fucking her g-spot while rubbing her clit. "Poor babygirl, you cant stop cumming can you?" I chuckle continuing to use her carelessly.

Pounding her and hearing her scream was the highlight of this year, her pussy clenched so tight around me, it was like a warm hug. "Such a tight fucking pussy" I moaned as i continued fucking and overstimulating her.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and her toes couldn't uncurl itself, it was to much pleasure for her to take.

I felt myself come to a climax, I began pounding deeper, my groans and growls became louder and deeper, "Im gonna put my fucking kids in you, you dirty fucking whore." I muttered under my breath "Useless cumbucket" I pillow talked and slapped her ass turning it red.

After a few more stroke I blew a major load in her cunt, filling her up, she moaned with satisfaction on how she pleased her master.

I grabbed a fist of her hair and pulled it back, i whisped into her ear  "Your lucky i even came in her worthless cunt, she better appreciate and glorify this day for the rest of her fucking life."  I push her back down.

I pulled out and cleaned myself off and kindly, cleaned her off aswell. (Only so she can be ready for her next use)

I pulled my pants up and walked out of the basement satisfied.

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Authors notes: this bitch got stockholm syndrome omm

[headoverhiddles]

Out On Bad Behavior - Ron Tully (SOA) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Tully’s out on parole, and he hasn't seen you in months. Things are gonna get rough.

Notes: Hi yes hello, I’d sell my soul to satan to fuck Ron Tully. Thx for coming to my ted talk 

Notes Notes: No, I don’t condone his ideology. This is his character, minus that. 

"You got a girl, Teller?"

Tully's voice is deep, calm, and his dark eyes speak volumes. Jax studies him.

"I got girls."

Instead of taking the plural response personally, Tully just smirks, sitting back in his seat. "The only reason a guy don't have a main girl, is if she don't fuck so good. You stick with the ones that fuck good and fuck often, you're set for life. Not only do you get great pussy when you need it, you've got a girl who'll stick with you through thick and thin, cause she knows she'll never get better dick. And it's one in a million if she's not a fuckin' psycho bitch."

Jax raises his eyebrows. "I'll try to remember that." Tully taps his head. The blonde biker folds his arms. "Alright. You got a girl on the outside, I'm assuming."

"Mmm. My girl is the real deal, man. Ride or die. And the sex?" He leans back, grinning.

"That good?" Jax indulges, unable to suppress his own boyish smile.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Tully nods, biting his lip. "She’s takin’ care of my dogs while I’m gone. My real dogs.... can't wait to get out and see her again."

Jax lowers his voice, glancing around in that conspiratorial manner that Tully wishes he'd stop doing. "You may just get your wish soon, man. I overheard some guards talking about you. Said you'd be out within the month on some parole deal they’re all pissed about." 

Tully stares. "Well, look at that. I guess behaving myself gets me somewhere in life."

You haven't seen him in months, and it's like a freight train hitting you. Pent up feelings of loss, love, and affection bubble to the surface as you see him walking toward you with that same swagger, escorted by two cops who don't even know who they're fucking with. You wait patiently, and the strongest feeling of all takes over.

"Tully," you whisper, and he locks his pinky finger in yours.

"Baby girl."

Unable to hold back, he loops his arms around you, and squeezes you against him in a deep kiss he’s been waiting for for months. You kiss back eagerly, moaning into his lips as his hand travels between your legs. When he finally lets you go, he side-eyes the two cops who escorted him out. 

“Got your kicks for the day, boys?” They shift uncomfortably, and Ron chuckles as you latch onto his arm like his pretty little plaything. 

Once he gets you home, it's like a ticking bomb has been set off. He wants you and you want him, but there's a dance involved. You want to ask him about jail... but not now. Later. All that shit can wait.

Tully speaks.

"Missed you."

"Likewise."

He takes a good look at you, lust in his eyes rising. You inch your top up, as if trying to decide whether or not to take it off. "You're my pretty little kitty, isn't that right?"

"Yeah..." 

"With that sweet little pussy," he groans, biting his bottom lip. "That pussy still nice and wet for me?"

"Mhmm."

"Bring your gorgeous little self over here, show daddy."

You sway your hips as you approach him. He watches you, erection obvious in his tented slacks. He looks so good sitting there, dominance clear in his eyes. There’s no question who’s in control here.

"Now, I'm gonna cum inside you faster than usual," he murmurs, brushing his fingers against your thighs, "I haven't been 8 inches deep in you for 7 months. That's enough to drive me insane, baby. Of course, I made do," he smirks, "Man's got needs. But it was never the same."

You moan, imagining what Tully must have looked like fucking someone else as you crawl into his lap. His chin lifts, and he lets you settle yourself there, his clothed erection sliding nicely to fit between your parted thighs. You think of him getting what he needs in prison... you imagine he'd grunt, taking them for all they're worth, showing them who's boss, who their daddy is.

"Tell me about it?"

"Mmm," he hums, stroking the hair out of your face, "You wanna know about the bitch I fucked in jail?"

"Mhmm."

"Hearing about it'll get you nice and wet down below, baby?"

"Yeah..."

"Well. He had a pretty little hole... just like you." He leans in, so his lips are beside your ear, hot breath in your hair and stubble scratching your cheek. "I pretended that pretty little ass was you, begging for my cock like I knew a fucking little whore like you would."

"Oh," your breath hitches as you grind down into his lap, and Tully convulses a little in a full body shudder, obviously not used to the physical stimulant of a real girl’s touch again.

"-But oh, how I missed you. How I missed... this." He slips two fingers past your panties and into your tight heat, curving them to make an obscene wet noise. "Look at how wet she is for her daddy," he cooes in that buried, genteel southern edge, "All for me. All thinkin' about me... fucking you to high heaven on this cock."

"Oh god, Tully," you gasp, grinding.

"You ever had a cock bigger’n this?"

"Never..."

"Tell me, who do you belong to?" he growls.

"You."

"Did you go slutting around town while I was incarcerated?"

"N-no, I swear!"

"Nah, you wouldn't give it out for free. You’re just too goddamn good for that," he nips your earlobe, and uses his thumb to rub your clit. "Did you dream about this?"

"Uh huh."

"Every night, I dreamed about all the shit you do to me. Dreamed about that cunt. The blow jobs you give me whenever you're feeling nice and slutty. Woke up hard every morning, and all the guys got a nice wake-up call when I started to fuck my fist and call your name as loud as I fuckin' could." He chuckles, stroking your stomach. “It was like a community alarm clock of sorts.” Your thighs start to tremble, thinking of how he must have looked jerking his cock for you, thinking of fucking you deep with it. His eyes fall to your breasts, and you can tell by the ravenous look in his eyes he wants to squeeze them, touch them, suck on them. But he restrains himself, keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips, in control as always.

"That's so hot, daddy."

"Mm? What's hot, baby girl? Tell daddy. Wanna hear it."

"Thinking of you..." you gasp, pussy clenching as he strokes you just right, "...touching yourself, thinking of me. Getting cum all over your chest calling my name."

He hums again, the deep sound sending shivers down you. God, you want him so fucking bad.

"Would've been nice to have you there, to lick it all up," he murmurs, dark eyes searching you, "Hm? My little cumslut'd like that, wouldn't she? Tasting daddy's cum, cleaning him up good?"

"Oh... Jesus, yes."

"Go ahead, baby. Do what you been waitin’ to do since you saw me again. Hold onto daddy and cum as hard as you need to, like the good little whore you are."

He knows how names like that turn you on. You picture what he described, how he looked walking toward you, cuffed then uncuffed in that white wifebeater. That look he had in his eyes, like a wolf, like he wanted to absolutely devour you. With two more pumps of his fingers, you cum, coating them. He pulls his fingers out, and has you lick them for him.

"That's it. Beautiful." He watches you breathe heavily, head cocked, and lets you suck on his fingers for a bit longer. Then he pulls them past your lips with a pop. "I think it's my turn now."

"You gonna fuck me, daddy?" you moan, enticing him with your breasts.

"Yeah," he drawls, unzipping his pants, “I think so.” He takes it out, giving your ass a nice spank before parting you and lining himself up. When he pushes in, you think you've never felt something so fucking good. It's been too long since you've had him. It's been far too long.

His head rolls back as he admires how your ass moves up and down against him, as he bounces you on his cock.

"Goddamn. You were made for this, sweetie," he moans, tugging your hair back and closing his fingers around your neck. The labored breaths ripping from him are evidence he's working hard for it, and you give right back, working your ass down. He chokes you a little harder, and it all comes rushing up on you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna--" you wheeze, and his low, growled out grunts increase as he pounds faster. "Ahhh, god," you whine, and cum hard on his cock again. Feeling you coat him with wetness, he thrusts two, three more times, and with a grunt of your name, he cums as well, deep inside you. 

"That's the girl I missed," he muses, chest rising and falling. Sweat dots his forehead and arms, but you don't care. You wrap yourself up in his big arms, and cuddle against his tattooed chest, feeling the pudge of his stomach rising and falling gently. He holds you there, rocking, kissing the top of your head.

"Not goin' anywhere now, baby girl. That's a fuckin' fact you can count on."

[peterparkers7evilexes]

Lightless miles, miles and miles [Starker - darkfic]

Words: 3.6k

Summary: Peter has one rule that's helped him stay alive the past 5 years: Don't get in the john's truck. Or: The one where Peter's working a truck stop for cash when he catches one particular trucker's eye, and Tony has to have him.

Notes: Wazzup it’s ya bitch back with another dark fic who’s fuCKING SURPRISED!!!! Peter is in his 20s. Dark!Tony, sex worker!Peter. TWs for smoking (cigarettes), mentions of cheating, kidnapping. There will be non-con in the next part. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Also on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17918384/

Peter has one rule that's helped him stay alive the past 5 years: Don't get in the john's truck. He'll suck cock behind the fueling station, let men fuck him up against their cargo, he even let one really hot driver handcuff him to a pipe in the bathroom and call him 'Mommy' while he fucked his face.

Peter likes what he does - sure, it was never in the plans but shit happened, and at least this way he gets a steady income, food in his belly, and an added bonus of maybe a couple of orgasms a day. So all that said, Peter has never once been tempted to bend or break his only rule. After all, he's heard enough horror stories of girls and boys like him who show up months later halfway across the country (as Captain Stacy never tires of reminding him every time she stops by the lot).

Luckily, most of Peter's clients are perfectly normal men with a normal amount of empathy, if a little on the kinky side. "Thank you for breeding my pussy, Mr. President," Peter says sweetly, batting his eyelashes at one of his regular clients, Ross.

Ross groans appreciatively and pulls out, using his soft cock to slap Peter's ass. "God, wish I could take you home with me," he sighs, not the first time he's voiced this desire.

Peter winks at him, pushing himself off the grimy brick wall and rolling the spent condom off Ross' soft dick. "And let me meet the missus? Don't you think it's a little soon, baby?" He lets Ross lean in and kiss him one more time, his breath stale from days on the road but the two crisp hundred dollar bills pressed into Peter's palm make his chapped lips taste a little bit sweeter.

He sees Ross off, the chug of his 16-wheeler raising up dust as he rolls back onto the highway. Peter sighs and tucks his earnings into his jeans, then makes his way into the cramped convenience store attached to the lot’s fueling station.

The bell above the door jingles, announcing his arrival and MJ looks up from her phone. "The usual, please," he says, leaning against the counter.

MJ rolls her eyes, spinning around in her chair behind the cash register to grab a pack of condoms and a fun-size bag of Skittles. "You're not cute, Parker. Also, that last guy looked like an extra hairy, stubbier Abe Lincoln."

Tearing open his pack of Skittles, Peter laughs and tucks the condoms into his back pocket. "Funny enough, he pays me almost double to call him Mr. President. Also he's nice, don't be rude. When's your shift end?"

"Ah." MJ's face twists into an apologetic grimace. "About that, Pete. I can't actually give you a ride tonight-- I'm sorry!" she cries, holding her hands up defensively at the hurt look Peter gives her. "My car broke down! But Gwen's giving me a ride if you want to come with."

Peter gives her a flat look, glumly shoving a handful of Skittles into his mouth. "Your girlfriend is turning out to be real inconvenient for business, MJ," he says as the doorbell jingles again.

"What business?" comes Gwen's voice from the door.

Peter spins around on his heel and smiles politely. "My burgeoning soap-making business, Captain Stacy!"

Gwen raises her eyebrows at Peter but comes over, leaning over the counter to give MJ a kiss. "That so, Parker? I'd love to buy something from you, help out a local business owner," she says, her bright blue eyes piercing into him.

"Ah, I don't think you'd be into the kinda soap I'm selling," Peter snorts, and when MJ snickers as well, Gwen gives her a chastising look.

"Don't test me, Parker," she warns. "There's only so much I can turn a blind eye to."

That nettles a bit. Like the cops have ever done anything but hurt him, all under the guise of protecting an orphaned, homeless kid. "Don't you have innocent children to drag from their only remaining families? Murders to ignore or something?" he snaps, his hands clenched into fists on the counter.

To his surprise, Gwen's face softens and she takes off her captain's hat. It always shocks him, seeing how young she really is when she lets down her walls like this - reminds him that they're about the same age, that if things had just... not gone to shit for him, maybe they would've graduated high school together, even become friends.

"I'm sorry," she says honestly. "I... Look," she sighs, combing a hand through her tight ponytail and meeting Peter's eyes with a firm sort of sincerity. "I just want you to be careful." When Peter purses his lips, she continues quickly, "I'm just saying, there's been a spike in people going missing from truck stops. So just... you know. Be aware, okay? Besides," she adds more lightly, reaching over the counter to punch MJ's shoulder and ignoring her indignant yelp, "MJ likes you, I guess. I can't explain it. And it'd suck if something happened to you, 'cause she'd be sad or whatever and she can't eat me out if she's crying."

MJ flushes pink but looks pleased. "You're a fucking psychopath, baby."

A little mollified, Peter shrugs his shoulders. “Message received, Captain Stacy,” he says placating, not really in the mood to argue with an officer of the law again - not tonight, in any case.

Through the smudged plexiglass window of the convenience store, he can see the headlights of a red 18-wheeler rolling in. He salutes Gwen and flips MJ off, shouting a goodbye over his shoulder as he walks back out to the dark lot.

The driver who steps out of the truck cab is about middle-aged, stocky build with a flannel rolled up at the sleeves and a baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes. The parking lot lighting is too dim and yellow to discern much of his features, but from what Peter can see, he’s definitely one of the more attractive men he’s met. Peter imagines a man with looks like that has got to have a wife at home - which means he’ll have been lonely on the road. Good odds.

“Hey sir!” he calls, approaching and waving his fingers at the man. He smiles as the man looks him up and down, dark inky eyes drinking him in hungrily. “How long you been driving?”

The man takes his cap off, sweeping his fingers through thick black hair as he looks Peter up and down like a piece of meat. “Little under twenty hours,” he says in a voice low and smooth, leaning against the cab of his truck. “You’re not auditing me, are you?”

Peter laughs, ducking his head and tugging at the hem of his shirt, revealing the sharp angles of his collarbones and not missing the way the man’s eyes flick down to watch the slow expanse of his skin. “I dunno sir,” he says with a shy little smile. “Do I look like a truck auditor?”

The man laughs, a handsome rich sound, and reaches in his flannel pocket to pull out a pack of American Spirits. “No,” he concedes, propping a cigarette between his lips. “Guess you don’t, kid.”

“Here,” Peter says, reaching in his jeans for a lighter. “Let me.” He steps forward into the man’s space and clicks the flint wheel, flame bursting forth from the tip. The man meets his eyes curiously but lowers his head, letting Peter light the end of his cigarette. As it catches cherry red, thin smoke rises from the end of the cigarette and the man watches him hungrily. Peter shivers, suddenly feeling like cornered prey.

“I’m Tony,” the man introduces himself, taking the cigarette from his lips and letting a smoky exhale vanish into the evening’s humid atmosphere.

“Hi Tony,” he says breathlessly. “You looking for any company tonight?”

Tony gives him a crooked smile, taking another drag. “You're sweet. What's your name?”

“Peter,” he says, licking his lips. “Can I?”

With a wry look, Tony reaches forward, gripping the back of Peter's neck in a firm, gentle hold and lifts the cigarette to his lips. “Pretty thing like you shouldn't smoke,” he murmurs, his voice low and and gravelly in Peter’s ear.

Peter shudders as he inhales, the acrid taste burning down his trachea. He holds it in his lungs, slowly exhaling through his nose, furls of pale gray smoke floating in the still air between them before it disperses in thin wisps. “So?” he presses, the remnants of cigarette smoke fading from his lips. “You wanna order me around some more, handsome?”

Tony gazes appraisingly at him, something flashing in his dark eyes. “No,” he says finally. “I can’t. But thank you for the offer,” he says politely, like they’re concluding a boardroom deal instead of discussing the commerce of Peter’s body.

Peter can’t lie to himself and say he isn’t a little disappointed. Something about Tony’s piercing eyes and the primal look in them makes his cock twitch and he feels certain that Tony would’ve been an excellent fuck. “Well,” he shrugs nonchalantly, turning to leave. “if you’re sure.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Tony calls, halting him in his tracks, “you’ve made quite an elevator pitch. Can I buy you dinner or a bus ticket outta town or something?”

Peter turns to look over his shoulder, batting his eyelashes. “Why sir,” he says in an exaggerated, sultry voice, “are you trying to take me out on a date?”

Tony laughs again, his face open and surprised. He’s really handsome when he laughs, Peter notes with some glumness. “I got a route to keep, kid,” he says, rapping his knuckles against the red of his truck cab. “But if I just cost you a meal, let me at least make it up to you.”

Hands on his hips, Peter huffs out a breath. “Are you implying that I’m a hooker? How d’you know I’m not just really slutty and looking to get laid?” he teases, although he’s grinning back at Tony. He should get home, a stern voice tells him, and stop flirting with a mid-tier sugar daddy who won’t even fuck him.

“Hey, easy,” Tony smirks, finishing off his cigarette and crushing it beneath his heel. “Nothing wrong with making a living wage. Besides,” he leans forward, his eyes glittering beetle black and intent in the dim evening, “You're such a sweet, gorgeous little thing, I hardly imagine you'd have to resort to a truck stop to get laid.”

Despite himself, Peter chews at his lower lip, unconsciously leaning forward into Tony's space. The man smells good, like engine oil and cloves, and Peter thinks for a harebrained second about offering to fuck the guy, free of charge. That thought snaps him back. “Um,” he clears his throat, grateful the awful lot lighting can't give away his flushed face, “You're a real sweet talker, sir. But I'm not gonna take your charity. Thank you,” he adds earnestly with a smile.

Tony pulls his cap back on, tugging the brim low over his eyes again. “No problem, kid,” he says lightly. “Take care of yourself.”

Peter nods, walking backwards regretfully. “You too, sir. Drive safe.”

He continues watching over his shoulder as Tony goes to the fueling station seemingly unbothered by their interaction, before Peter remembers that he doesn't have a ride home.

“Damn you, Captain Stacy,” he swears under his breath. He could call a cab, but getting one all the way out in the middle of the freeway at this hour would cost him his next week's meals. He's better off hoofing it the two and a half miles back into town, he decides. Besides, he thinks, squinting up at the waxing moon above head, it's light enough outside that he can follow the road back.

As he walks along the wire fence of wheat fields that hem in the highway, Peter trudges home, feeling perhaps irrationally annoyed at Gwen Stacy. It isn't really her fault that MJ's car broke down, and he's sure that if he'd asked, she would've been more than happy to give him a ride home. But it's the principle of the thing, Peter thinks petulantly to himself, kicking a crushed beer can off to the side of the road.

As each set of headlights passes him by, he keeps an eye out for state troopers, hyper-vigilant since the last pair of clowns that picked him up had him cited for ‘public intoxication’ (untrue) and ‘trespassing’ (what's he supposed to do, walk on the highway?), and then thrown him in jail for the night for ‘resisting arrest’ (technically true). 

It's not like the local cops don't know what he's really doing at the truck stop in the middle of the night - they're not quite that dumb, unfortunately. It's only been a combination of a lack of hard evidence and Captain Stacy somehow keeping her guys in line that Peter's really been able to continue working in relative safety. He should maybe be nicer to her, a reluctant little voice says (that sounds suspiciously like MJ). She doesn't represent all the wrongdoing that the entire institution of law enforcement has done to him.

But, Peter counters himself, maybe kicking another beer can in front of him a little more violently than necessary, when Gwen's job is to literally stop him from making his livelihood, he can't let his guard down and get too cozy with any cops.

He's still mid-tirade when he notices a set of headlights that lingers behind him a bit too long. Peter grits his teeth, expecting to have to justify himself to the power-addled state troopers again, but as he turns around, he's blinded by the massive beams of a semi-truck. Instantly, Peter tenses as the truck rolls to a stop just behind him, the only other occupant on the lonely highway.

He can't exactly outrun an 18-wheeler, nor does the wheat field offer much coverage. As he's frozen in place debating his best move, the window rolls down and he hears a familiar voice.

“Kid? Do you need a lift?”

Tony kills the engine and leans out the window, his handsome face wrinkled in concern.

“No, no thanks,” Peter says reflexively, his muscles easing a bit. “I thought you were a serial killer,” he jokes weakly.

Furrowing his brow, Tony unlocks the passenger door and swings it open. “Get in. This isn't charity,” he adds knowingly with a reassuring smile. “It's for my own ease of mind, kid, seriously.”

Peter worries at his lip, looking anxiously up at Tony. “You really don't have to do this, sir--”

“Tony.”

“Tony. I can walk myself home fine, it's just another mile up--”

“Then it's not a big deal at all,” Tony interjects firmly. Another truck blazes by them then, blaring its horn indignantly at how haphazardly Tony's pulled over. “C'mon kid, hop in.”

Fuck it - Tony isn’t technically a john, he didn't even want to fuck Peter. He nods to himself and makes his way to the truck, holding onto the tall door handle and carefully climbing the metal steps up into the cab.

It's nicer inside than he’s expecting. The black leather seats are well-kept and clean and every button and switch on the dashboard looks polished. There are signs of Tony's long hours on the road - crumpled receipts and empty coffee cups in a little plastic bag, a sun-faded photo of Tony and another man in army fatigues grinning taped to the dash. There's a thick, light-blocking curtain behind the front seats that's pulled aside, and Peter can see a bit of the sleeper cab from where he’s sitting. It's cramped but just as tidy as the rest of the cab, holding just a twin-sized bunk, an ice box, and some stacked, clear plastic drawers filled with clothing.

“Nice place,” Peter says once he's snooped his fill.

“You sure you're not an auditor?” Tony grins, locking the doors and turning the ignition.

“Pretty sure. Thanks for the lift though, seriously. It's really nice of you.”

As he pulls them back onto the highway, Tony looks aside at him. “It's my pleasure,” he says with a little smile.

“So, um, it's really not that far,” Peter says, leaning forward so he make out the signs in the glare of the truck’s headlights. “The next exit for Forest Hills is me. You'll take a right off the exit ramp and then a left.”

“Sure,” Tony says lightly, his voice harder to pick out as the truck picks up speed, rumbling loudly beneath them. He keeps one hand on the steering wheel while he digs around in the driver's door compartment for something.

“Um, it's coming up,” Peter says, realizing they're not slowing down as the exit ramp comes into view. They whiz by it. “Uh, Tony, that-- that was the exit,” he says, his voice polite even as alarm bells start humming in the back of his brain.

“Oh, did I miss it?” Tony asks with concern, his inky eyes flicking across to Peter.

Fuck. “It's okay, I can just hop out here,” Peter says quickly. “Can-- Can you pull over?”

Tony looks at him and smiles, and a chill shudders down Peter's spine. “It's okay Peter,” he says coolly as if they're discussing where to stop for breakfast. “We’ll keep going for a bit.”

Peter can see his hands beginning to shake in his lap, and he presses them tight to his knees. “There’s another exit ramp in about three miles,” he says as calmly as he can, forcing the tremble out of his voice. “Can you make a U-turn there?”

Tony doesn’t answer, just looks serenely at the road ahead, one wrist draped over the steering wheel and completely unbothered.

Moving as slowly as he can, Peter’s eyes flick to the passenger side door and he leans his head back a little, trying to see how fast they’re going on the dash. It can’t be more than 70 miles per hour, but it’s a long, hard fall to the ground, and the highway shoulder is hard, unforgiving gravel. He’ll be lucky if he only breaks a few bones.

They pass the next exit ramp and Peter tries one more time. “Tony?”

“Hm?” Tony doesn’t look at him, just keeps driving and staring at the road ahead.

“Pull over. Please.”

“I’m not gonna do that, sweetheart,” Tony says, low and composed. Fuck. Peter makes his move.

He grabs at the door and flicks the lock, but when he yanks at the handle, nothing happens. He yanks again - the handle clicks uselessly but the door doesn’t budge, and Peter scrabbles at the window, finding that this too won’t roll down. He turns to look at Tony, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and adrenaline racing in his veins.

Tony is looking at him now and his lips are curled up in a smirk, his eyes dark with that hunger again. In his other hand, he’s holding a thin, black taser and he clicks the switch in a clear threat, electricity sparking between the two needles. “I made this myself, you know,” he says offhandedly. “Delivers 100,000 volts per pulse with modified electrodes that make for a much more efficient shock, enough to paralyse a full-grown man for up to 10 minutes after a 5-second cycle.”

“Pull over,” Peter demands, pressing his back into the door and watching the taser warily.

“I had to have you,” Tony says, somewhat apologetically, his eyes flicking between Peter and the road. “I wasn’t going to. I let you go, back at the truck stop - God, it was hard, but I did it. And then, seeing you walking along the highway?” Tony laughs, a cold, cruel noise that makes Peter bite down a whimper. “It was like you were giving yourself to me. Laid out pretty on a platter.”

Peter is shaking so hard, he can feel his elbow trembling against the cold glass of the window, sure to leave a bruise. “Pull over,” he says again, his voice cracking, betraying his fear.

“You’re going to behave for me,” Tony says, smooth as silk, like Peter hadn’t interrupted him. He looks across at him, desire swimming in his dark pupils. “And in return, I promise you Peter, I’m gonna take care of you.”

Peter lunges. He throws himself across the cab and grabs at the steering wheel, but Tony is expecting him. The older man boxes him in the jaw soundly and, as he tries to reorient himself, Tony backhands him across the face so hard he tastes blood exploding over his tongue.

“You’re brave,” Tony growls, his voice feral and low. Stars swim in Peter’s vision and every little movement sends a jolting pain through his skull. He pushes himself upright against the dashboard and grabs at the wheel again - his fingers close around the black leather and he pulls - he can't tell if he's actually throwing the truck off the road or if the lurching is the dizzying nausea building up in his brain. He feels Tony's hand close, tight and bruising over his wrist. “I'm going to enjoy you.”

“Stop,” Peter gasps, and he feels twin needles piercing the meat of his thigh, then an agonizing pain shoots through him, locking up every muscle in his body. As he collapses uselessly across Tony's lap, his vision blurs out at the edges and the man's glittering black eyes meet his.

Tony grins, baring white teeth, and Peter slips under.

part 2

[marasamsara]

Dark Avatar

This is my version of a dark Avatar (known from Atavar - The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra). I adore Korra and love the Avatar universe. And if you don’t like this dark Avatar version, then go fuck yourself. (Also, I have not proofread or in any way revised the story.)

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The bartender looks like an ugly version of Steve Buscemi. The scotch he puts in front of me lacks at least one finger. I let him get away with it, the dick’s not worth it. Not this time. To vent my anger, I put a cigarette between my lips, light it with my will and take a deep, deep drag. Better. And when I exhale through my nose, it is even better. Cool looks make everything more bearable. I decide to play a little with the smoke. I catch it, form it to an orb and then let little streams shoot out of it in random directions. Fucking looks like an explosion or something. Totally rad. Until I hear that voice.

»You the Avatar?« it says.

I turn left and look into the face of a mother. I know she not merely is a woman, because she is holding hands with her little sun. He, too, is staring at me. Not madly, though, as his mother.

»… fuck you care?« I say and take another drag which almost consumes the rest of the cigarette.

She orders a cola and an orange juice and then gives me the look. The look, ya know? The look only a perfect mother can give a slutty bitch.

»You’re a disgrace.« she tells me.

The barkeep gives her the drinks. I exhale more forcefully than I intend and blow the smoke almost directly into his eyes.

»Come, Fred. Let us sit down back there.« the perfect mother tells her even more perfect son and leads him to the back of the café.

Yeah. I know. I’m boozing at the bar in a fucking café. At one pm. On Tuesday. For complaints, please write a handwritten statement and shove it up you cunt’s pussy. Wrapped around a brick, preferably. I’m not even allowed to smoke in here. No one is, ‘cause the fucking government is caring so much about their people that they chose to ban smoking at all nice places. Even in kindergartens. Is that even a word? Up yours, pricks …

I turn around on my bar stool and behold the people. How they enjoy their coffees and cakes. How they are immersed in checking their fucking phones and writing Pulitzer price worthy messages. And don’t lecture me on what the Pulitzer price is, I happen to know, you know? Fuck you.

I snap my finger. Several times. Finally, the dickhead barkeep cares to look. I point at my glass, empty it in one go and then beckon him to fill the darn glass up again. But Buscemi frowns. What the …?

»Whassrong with you?« I say.

»I better give you the bill.« he says.

What now?

It’s only one fucking pm! There’s time to down plenty more of those scotches. But with the right finger measure, you know what I mean? Nope, Buscemi hands me the bill. On a little silver plate. Is this the darn Ritz or something? Is Gene Kelly about to jump out from behind the counter and sing how much fun it is to fucking dance in the rain?

»Hey, dude …« I say and make some gestures.

The barkeep ignores me and polishes a glass.

Really?!

The empty glass in my hand melts to a steaming lump.

Really?!?!

I throw the steaming lump at the wall. It pierces through and makes a thud noise as it hits something. Fucking shithole. Then I put a quarter or two on the counter and take my leave. I owe them like twenty or thirty, but I don’t care. Who’s gonna stop me anyway? The coppers? Hah! Being the Avatar has its perks.

I stumble on the sidewalk and look around. Busy, busy people everywhere. All dressed up nicely for their offices. And casting weird looks at me. Never seen a drunk master of the elements before, dipshits?

Naw, I’m not drunk. I am enlightened. I am connected to my spiritual side. Yeah, that’s what I am. Very spiritual. Like fucking Buddha, that fat bastard.

As I walk down the sidewalk, people keep bumping into me. Can’t you watch out, assholes? The next piece of crap, who’s about to bump into me, I swear, I’m gonna airbend to the moon. And so I do. The guy flies off like a mosquito on acid. Whoa, there he goes. Can’t even see where he lands. T’was a good one. Hehe.

I stumble on. But not really, because someone is holding me back at the shoulder. I whirl around and grab him at the neck. Don’t do that. Don’t ever fucking do that. Dark red energy fills my chest. And then I smell burned flesh. My hand got fired up a bit. Charred the guy’s neck. Collared him like a fucking slave or something. Sorry, pal. Don’t mess with the Avatar, didn’t ya know?

I’m getting fed up walking, so I channel fire from my arms and fly away like fucking Apollo. The rocket, not the god. Gods are all dead. I am the only one left. I land in another district, which is not well-known for its good schools, to put it that way. A car is burning, some trash cans too, graffiti everywhere, even on the sidewalks. I like this place, because here people tend to ignore me, should they happen to recognize my face at all. Here, everyone minds their own business.

Without a goal in mind I wander around. As I take a turn, I see a bunch of police cars. Not burning, and with their disco lights on. The coppers are pointing their pistols and assault rifles at a minimart. A guy is standing in front of it, some dollar bills at his feet, and a gun in his hand, pointed at the head of a little boy in his grip. My legs up their pace.

The coppers yell at the man to drop the gun and let the boy go. The guy yells back that the coppers shall fuck off or he’s gonna put a slug in the boy’s head. Now, I am running.

»Everybody! Move back!« I shout.

The officers turn around, some are taking aim at me.

»Move back! Get fucking lost!« I yell at the top off my lungs.

One officer starts yelling something back and I lose it. I stop so abruptly that my foot digs into the asphalt. I clench my fists and stomp at the ground with my other foot. With a metallic bang, all the copper’s weapons shatter to pieces. One or two officers get hurt by shrapnel. Then I widen my stance and my fists light up in bright red flames.

»Move. It!« I say, »Now!«

My eyes must have lightened up red, because now the coppers run for it. They know red is bad. The guy with the boy held hostage in front of him takes aim at me. I let him keep his gun. I have it in my mental grip. He can’t move it one bit without me letting him.

»Go away!« he shouts at me, »Go away, or I’ll kill the boy!«

»Not gonna happen, pal.« I say.

He points the gun back at the boys head. The kid is crying and at the brink of breaking down. Time to end this.

The flames at my fists turn almost white like welding torches. The gun in the guy’s hand melts. As he drops it with a cry of pain, the kid runs away. His tormentor wants to flee, but I form one of the cop’s gun shrapnel into a metal band and bend it around his neck. Gasping for air he nearly drops to the ground, but I bend the metal up, just enough to keep him in a strangle hold.

»So, pal. Tell me, is it fun, torturing kids?« I say, noticing the dark smoke coming out of my throat.

»P … Please! Let … Let me go!« he croaks, hardly able to breathe.

»No can do.« I grin, slowly shaking my head.

I bend another gun shrapnel and let it penetrate the guys knee. Another one into his shoulder, the other knee, the thigh, arm, everywhere, until he looks like a voodoo doll. Blood is pouring out of him and amassing in a growing puddle beneath him.

»Let me feast on your agony.« I say with flames licking out of my mouth.

And then I light up his clothes. His screams are wonderful, as he hangs there from the metal band around his neck with the bolts everywhere in his body, and with the flames slowly burning through the layers of his skin. When the flames have consumed the cloth, I keep them alive with my bending powers. The limbs first, torso next, and face for last. The scent of burning flesh is unique. Nothing like backyard BBQ.

When he had enough and left this world, I stomp at the ground bending up a metal lance impaling him through his ass and out of his skull. There he hangs, impaled like a fried fish on a stick. My eyes turn normal again, and no more flames coming out of my mouth. I turn around and see quite some people standing close, shooting videos and taking pictures with their smartphones.

»Fuck you.« I say.

They leave a passage for me as I take my leave. I can’t help but bend most of the phones to pieces of scrap metal. Some, I leave intact. Will be rad to see the footage on youtube.

[meshugana1]

"On Halloween night a where it's full of scares and fright, one soul wanders to find some 'treats' of his in the form of women he likes to bone. But as this holiday has taught us that girls can carry a lot of tricks especially one group which which usually are ideal for sorting out these kinds of pricks." To clarify, all the girls turn one man into an anthro Black cat with 6-breasts,green eyes,a slutty witch costume but just hat, toe/heel showing witch stockings and jack-o-lantern bell collar.

   William zipped his pants up and left the young princess to tidy herself up in the bushes. How he loved Halloween. Even the stuck up girls put out. Must be the full moon or that escapist feeling in the air this time of year. It was the perfect time for a guy like him. He didn’t even have to put much effort into his costume. Just a white t-shirt, a pack of cheap cigarettes rolled in the sleeve, his hair slicked back with pomade, and jeans with a pair of cheap boots. It was the total Brando package, and he didn’t even have to spend thirty bucks. It already paid for itself, that was the third bimbo so far that wrapped her lips around his seven inches and the sun hadn’t even set yet.

   As he rounded the corner, he already spotted his next conquest. The first thing he saw was tits, huge juicy ones. They were attached to a pretty face too, beautiful tan skin, really sexy eyes, and hair like a wildflower. Her costume didn’t hurt her figure either. Pink, nearly transparent silk, covered her fabulous tits and even her goofy airy silk pants couldn’t hide an ass that went on for days. God love the genie look. William sauntered over with his usual confidence, the bulge in his jeans was obvious and warned of exactly what he wanted. “Sup pretty lady? You seem like you need some company, my night is free if you like what you see,” William said. The woman looked William up and down. ‘What was it about this night that made it so easy?’ She thought. This would be the forty-third boy she came across trying to take advantage of her, it was too easy really.   “Well thank you, young Master, I am but a humble genie, and I would love to repay you. So, your wish is my command Master,” She said. She held her hands in front of her chest and popped her hips slowly to a rhythm William could not hear.   “Well then, I think first I’ll wish for you to give me a little pussy, then—”   “WISH GRANTED!” She said snapping her fingers. There was a flash and a surging of smoke from her feet. William coughed and waved the air clear, and spotted the crazy girl’s ass bouncing away.   “All you had to do was so no, crazy bitch,” William said. He did what he usually did when he was rebuffed, he reached he’d down to readjust his semi-turgid best friend. He patted his left leg, where it usually rested but felt only thigh. He checked the other but found nothing still. He gulped, jamming his hand into his jeans. He felt skin, on a night like tonight he would always forgo underwear, it just got in the way. But as he rubbed his crotch, he didn’t feel his shaft, nor his balls, nor his head. He just felt a little…tingly? He didn’t give up searching, but then, on a downstroke, his index finger slipped inside him. His knees shook, his finger was wet, and when his nail grazed a sensitive little bud of nerves, the mystery was solved. “MY COCK TURNED INTO A CUNT?!”

   William ran hard, pants dangling by an ankle and dripping pussy exposed to the nippy air. He gave no thought to his direction, his eyes stared ahead blankly. He rounded the corner and struck something soft, then two bodies crashed into the ground. His bare ass rubbed into the ground and the long grass tickled his pussy.   “What the hell dude? *Pbbbrrrbbtt* Watch where you’re going!” The woman said. William looked at the victim of his panicked dash. The first thing he saw was an enormous round belly attached to an incredibly sexy woman. Her breasts were glorious and her ass was the stuff of legends, if she could lay off the burritos, she would’ve been another fine woman he would love to let suck him off if his circumstances were different.   “Uh, sorry,” William said. He tried to raise himself off the ground, but the shock from his sudden transformation was setting in and they remained rooted to the earth.   “Oh! I’m so sorry, *fffwwweeeeeenn* I guess ‘dude’ is a bit offensive huh? My bad, *Splorttt*” she said. Why would she say that? He thought. Then he remembered his state of dress, and what he was unintentionally exposing to her.   “Wait, NO! I’m not trans, I was cursed or something, I don’t normally look like this I swear!”   “Cursed? *Brrrrrrrbbbb* Really? *Flablatch* No way! I can totally help! I’m Stacey and I’m a witch in training,*fffffffffffffffffffffffffffp*” she said. Fifteen minutes ago he would’ve thought she was some crazy pregnant chick, but now the scales had fallen from his eyes and he would grasp at any straw.   “Really!? Oh please help me, I’ll do anything!”   “No problem. *Rrrrrppppppttttt* I understand what you’re going through too, just brace yourself. *Ppppppppppppttttrrrr* I probably can’t fix all off this but I think I can put one thing back to normal at least,” Stacey said. William was a smidge confused. There was only one thing wrong with him so how could she miss? Stacey began speaking, and letting out a long, high pitched fart, in a language William had no hope of knowing. Her rate of strange words increased along with her gas. Then she just stopped, and William felt a twinge in his chest. He pulled up his shirt and saw his nipples had become puffy and erect, and his pecs started to look a little fatty. He then felt a tremendous sense of vertigo and the ground rapidly approached him. Then his chest trembled and surged forth with such force that it knocked him off balance. He had fleshy bags attached to his chest topped with large, puffy nipples. He couldn’t say the word, he wouldn’t say the word.   “Well, *Blort* that’s all I can really do without making it worse. You got a doozy of a spell on you. *Sprrrutut* I hope that get’s you back to normal a bit, bye! *Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*” Stacey said. She turned and waddled away, the sounds of gas still echoing into the night.

   William shambled against a fence. Twice, how could the same thing happen to a guy twice in less than an hour? It was like being struck by magical lightning, then getting hit by a magical meteor. He felt his…chest, dangle and bob with every step. He knew this fence, it was some recluse middle-aged ladies. He used to be tall enough to peer clear over the top, now thanks to that gassy bitch he was a foot too short. William didn’t even have the will to put his pants back on. What was the point? All people would see of his living nightmare was a costume of a gender-bent freak. He continued on his hopeless march when he rubbed himself against a soft pair of tits coming around the corner.   “WHAT?! How dare you touch me so casually!” William heard, he didn’t care. What else could happen to him. Going to jail would be an improvement at this rate. “Are you ignoring me you little bastard? You think you can fondle a goddess and get away with it? I know your type little man. You think you’re just a real tomcat, don’t you? I can tell you’ve already been given a few lessons, but they clearly aren’t enough for someone like you,” The woman said.   “What? Oh god no, no! Please don’t, it was an accident! Leave me alone!” William said. He didn’t wait for an answer and turned to run. His shorter legs pumped as hard as they could but nothing was moving around him. The woman held her hand out, suspending him in the air.   “You want to be a little Tomcat? Fine! One little change though, I’d hate to erase your progress!” She said. William flailed in the air. Three times, three fucking times! His clothing dissolved into nothingness, exposing his new breasts and pristine pussy completely. His short body began to contract even further, reducing him to just barely above four and a half feet. What remained of his masculine form began to melt away. His arms became supple and graceful, so did his legs. His waist contorted into a tiny shape, his legs became slender at the calf but tremendously thick in the thigh. His ass tingled, then it felt like it was falling out, becoming a tight, round fanny. All his muscles faded away, his facial features softened, going from the hard face of a rugged man to a supermodels visage. No trace of him was left. Then it got worse.

   The hairs on his arms having nearly gone were returning with force. Same with his legs. Before this evening, he was gifted with very light flaxen hair. But his hair growing in now was black as black. It was probably the same on his head, he could feel it coming down his neck and slipping past his shoulders. It was getting thicker and thicker, soon it coated his arms and legs so entirely that he could see no skin beneath any of it. His new fur shined glossy. There was a pinch atop his head as pointed ears, much better suited for his new shape. Another pinch came above his engorged bottom as his spine lengthened nearly four feet. Unceremoniously he dropped toward the ground. He twisted and distorted his body on the way down without effort. His arms and legs hit the earth first, catching him.    “There, now you look the part, Pussy. Maybe you’ll think better of trying to cop a feel on a goddess with your filthy paws,” she said. She turned aggressively on her heel, then left down the sidewalk leaving William to lick his magical wounds.

   He sat there a while, squatting, feeling his tail flick back and forth. “FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK! Why?! Why me?! I didn’t do anything and now the universe has fucked me FOUR FUCKING TIMES! Now I’m a big tatted cat bitch?! Of fucking course! Why not? Who cares?! Is that all you got? Can’t get any worse so bring it the fuck on! What’s next? Antlers? A cock on my forehead? How about a whole buncha titties? Could always use more of those right?!”   “Well, now that you mention it that doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” came a small voice behind him. Every hair on Williams body stood on end. Every muscle tensed and he shot into the air nearly fifteen feet, landing in the recluses yard. The hair all over his body stood on end and his arms and legs remained stiff and outstretched.   “Holy Titania, sorry didn’t mean to scare you kitty,” the voice came again. William turned and saw something he both feared and begrudgingly expected. It was a tiny blonde woman, no more than six inches tall, floating there in a green dress. “Let me guess, you’re gonna change me too? Fucking great, FUCKING GREAT! Well, get on with it you little freak. Do your fucking worst!” William said.   “Hey! Don’t you yell at me you little bitch! I know you’re having a rough night, fella, and maybe if you were nicer, I would’ve helped you out. But now? Well, you reap what you sow!” She said. Yellow light shot from her hands and struck William below his breasts. He felt a cramp, followed by three others. Then his shoulders slumped as four new pairs of breasts, each one equal to his first set, weighted him down so much he was forced nearly to all fours. “There, enjoy what being an asshole gets you,” the fairy said. With that, she turned and left in a blinding display of speed.

   William plopped down on his round bottom and grabbed one of his middle tits. They felt so heavy. His chest began to heave, then the tops of his original pair of jugs began to moisten with his tears. It was so unfair. All he wanted to do was get his dick a little bit wet, that’s all. What was so wrong with that? Now he was a freak, a six titted cat freak. What was he going to do? Where could he go? His family wouldn’t recognize him now, none of his friends would care beyond wanting to fuck him. He was screwed. Stuck crying in the cold and the grass. “Perfect!” He decried.   “I’ll say,” a sultry voice said behind him. He wasn’t surprised this time. His new ears picked up the creaking of the porch ages ago. The woman was simply stunning, beautiful olive skin, a voluptuous figure and a sexy as hell witches costume. “You look like you’ve had a rough night,” she said.   “Oh yeah, sniff, how can you tell?” William said.   “Well, the tits give it away. Come on up here, no need for tears.”   “Like hell there isn’t,” William said as he sulked up the steps of her porch, “Look at me! I’m practically a monster.”   “Hardly, I’ve seen monsters before and you are quite far from that. I’d even say you look pretty cute.”   “Oh what, are you a witch too or something?”   “Yeah, isn’t the costume obvious?” She said with a smile.   “Oh.”   “Don’t worry little kitten; I’m not going to hurt you.”   “Might as well, everyone else with magical powers is.”   “Actually, I was going to ask if you might want a job.”   “A job?”   “Yup, interested?”   “What kind of job could I do like this?”   “Well, most witches have familiars, but I’ve never really gotten around to it. I’m not exactly proactive, but when such an opportunity lands in ones lap it is unwise not to take advantage.”   “What does a familiar do? I don’t have to do anything crazy or satanic do I?”   “Satanic, really? I just run a little store of oddities and antiques. I guess you’d run the counter sometimes, organize, anything else I need, maybe test out new magical items I acquire, that sort of thing. And of course, you’d be living here with me. What do you think?”   “You’d want a giant titted cat monster running the store while you’re at lunch?”   “I have a myriad of items at my shop kitty; they’re almost all of a magical nature. There are more than a few that would change the way you look to something a bit more socially acceptable. So, what do you think?” William didn’t need much time to think.   “What choice do I have?” William extended his hand to her, “I’m William.”   “Pleasure to meet you, I am Saveta, but you’ll call me Mistress when it’s just us from now on,” Saveta said as she clasped his outstretched hand. William felt a surge coming from her hand that left him weak in the knees.   “I don’t know about that Mistress, sounds a little too kinky. Wait what? I just called you Mistress instead of Mistress. Oh crap, is this magic again?”   “Yeah, sorry. It’s best you don’t think too hard about it until you’re used to it. But here, a little welcome home present,” Saveta said. She lifted her hands and seemed to produce a choker from nowhere. It looked expensive. It was jack-o-lantern shaped, of course. Saveta placed it around Williams’ neck, it fit perfectly. The moment she clasp was locked it disappeared, and William was bathed in a blue-hued light. A witch’s hat, nearly identical to his new Mistress’s appeared on his head. It even had holes specially placed for his ears.   “A hat?” William said.   “The bell has a pretty nice feature too,” Saveta said. She curled her finger and flicked the bell, sending the ring into Williams’ ears, then she did it again. The bell began to glow, then Williams world seemed to collapse in on itself. Where he was once sitting, he now was suspended in mid-air. As he fell to the chair, he contorted, catching himself on the seat cushion. He felt claws, whiskers, and warmth from the fur now covering his entire form. “Mrrow?”   “Useful right? Just for when company is over. And two more hits to change back,” she said striking the bell twice. William popped back into his human-ish form.   “That feels so weird!”   “You’ll get used to it; you can do it yourself too you know, should the need arise. Now come along inside, I’d like to take those tits for a test ride before anymore trick or treaters arrive,” Saveta said delivering a swift and sharp smack to Williams’ bottom, that answering more questions about what she meant than anything else.

The End. Hope Y’all like it!

[lorainelaneyblog]

Say this, says God, your line from the lady devil dream.

‘Yes, God, thank you,’ says Loraine Laney.

‘Okay, Loraine, you are welcome, DON’T say thank you again. DON’T say okay. Just say the line please, readers, not fans, she has no, fucking fans, T.I. or anyone who is listening, in the family or otherwise. She’s going to go and tell her errant husband the solution, Loraine, and they may, may, may, may, try it, they may. He owes her, that is for fucking sure. Anyway, say it.

“If you are unwilling to stand up for desire, you might as well be the devil.”

And then, says God, explain what you were explaining about, ostensibly, India, the problem country, right now, in terms of violence against women. It is the problem fucking country right, fucking, now, Loraine. Believe it or not, T.I.--

‘Why is it me all the time?’

I want to talk to you T.I. because you are, believe it or not--

‘Believe it or not with that again?’

This is God, and believe it or not, T.I., and Loraine Laney, herself, does not know this--

‘I know what you’re going to say, can it be real? I’m the last, fucking, hold out? Chingy, my precious lover, boyfriend, is into this little idiot?’

Yes, he has, he did immediately, capitulate, immediately, because he has eschewed--I can do it--his fag overly, and he misses it, he misses men, Loraine, he does, and he knows it. He does. He’s quite promiscuous with women, and he gets condom sex in the ass occasionally, when he wants to, but he’s never really met a complete equal, in talent, and in sexuality, in terms of dominance.

‘Why is she smiling? Because he’s going to fuck my ass?’

No, says God, but because I have told her that men choose equals, and that, it is, virtually, a detriment to do otherwise. I have, Chingy, so she is happy for you, she is, and she doesn’t care, she thinks you’re cute, and T.I. thinks you’re sexy, and she loves your DADDY tattoo, she fuck, ing, loves it.

‘Why? She’s not even a bonafide fag hag, I have heard, Loraine,’ says Chingy.

‘Who said?’

‘You.’

‘Oh, yeah, true.’

Gay men, and I will be a homophobe if I want to be, do not excite her sexually.

‘Why? Cause of dick and pussy ass? Why? Because of dicks together.’

Loraine laughs in a funny way, says God, in her inimitable, funny, sexual way.

‘Oh, she’s fucking wide eyed, but she thinks it’s weird. What is it that she likes?--’

Degradation. She realized--

‘She, she, she,’ says Chingy.

‘That’s what I thought,’ says T.I.

She’s my humming, which I told her not to do, resident sexologist, Chingy, fucking, fucking, doctor, ate, in, sexology, doctor, ology means doctor, Loraine, if you haven’t gleaned that by now. Yes?

‘Yes, God. I thought so.’

‘Oh, I see,’ says Chingy. 

I am God, and she is both my resident sexologist--

‘Which you said,’ says Chingy. 

Sarcastic, to God. --and my new messiah.

‘Oh, so I have to protect the new messiah. So is she going to pay for this, my protection, my fucking manhood, which may be, someday, if not soon, be crucified, or cut off for her womanhood or something like that?’

‘She is, as of today, fucking rich,’ says 50 Cent. ‘Not as rich as me, Loraine, but, for a fucking, whorey, slutty, crack girl, she is rich.’

‘What if she wasn’t rich? What if she wasn’t?’

‘Well, she fucking is, is the point.’

‘What if when she wasn’t?’

‘We were going to pay for her,’ says 50 Cent.

Who was going to pay for her surgeries, Chingy thinks.

'I was, Chingy,’ says 50 Cent.

‘Why? Get a pretty, fucking, slut, they do exist, you know.’

‘I like this one. I like her.’

Loraine laughs her little laugh, says God, her high, happy, little laugh, high on speed, little laugh.

‘She pleases me,’ 50 Cent continues.

‘Why?’

‘She got around me with funnyness actually.’

‘Why is she, a funnyness three, so, fucking, funny, that I want to stick my lovely, perfect, and wonderfulness dick inside of her, asshole, even, I hear, from Eminem. Why does she get my precious butt bang. And look, surprise surprise, she doesn’t, even, big, fucking, frigid--’

‘I’m good for some things, I just don’t like anal sex that much.’

‘Oh, it’s too rough for you, my precious two on one that I like to have, sometimes, with a nicer girl who deserves it a little, tiny, miniscule, bit?

Tell him that.

‘Game said something similar.’

‘Oh, I see, you’ve been talking to Game about me, too? Funny, Loraine.’

‘Hm hm. For Game, he’s not sure if any girl deserves his two on one.’

‘Oh, I see, well now, that’s sensible. Smart of him. But then he doesn’t get to DO IT. And I do. Ha, fucking, ha. But I don’t know if my ugly, new--my last wife was pretty--wife, deserves it at all, not yet, at all, I have said,’ says Chingy. ‘Oh, she likes my tattoo, why does she get to say she likes my, fucking, tattoo, why? Girls haaate, my fucking tattoo, oh, and she gets to say she likes, loves even, Brian’s gay, faggy, mauve shirts. What if she didn’t, what then?’

‘She doesn’t like all of Fifty’s clothes,’ says Eminem.

‘Who does? She has taste is why. He needs HELP, Loraine, and I have feeling that you and Eminem are going to help him, aren’t you? Help him senseless, till he’s pleading for mercy. Eminem will have him hip hopped senseless, won’t he? Oh, she loves his hip hop, cause he’s SO CUTE in it, and his too tight suits, such as they, fucking, are, will have to go. He will do Vitamin Water in a do rag.’

Loraine Laney, says God, is laughing a little bit over that last paragraph.

‘Why, by the by, is it Loraine, fucking, Laney, with that all the time? What about a nice girly name like just Loraine for a change. Why is she so fucking important?’

Listen, Chingy, says God, she’s my new, fucking, this is God, mes, fucking, siah, yes, she is, like fucking, not as abused as he, by some distance, but more abused than Joan of Arc herself, who was another messiah, with, actually--

‘Five hundred husbands, I know this from history, God. She fucked them all too, didn’t she? Every week or so? How much of this mini pussy, I’ve seen it, I know the type, do I actually get to, if I even want, get to fuck, if I want to?’

She will do it sometimes, and she will want--

‘Oh, she will want, will she? What does the precious, frigid, I’ll bet, because she interrupted me, little bitch actually want? Come? She’s going to eat come? Oh, she’s going to eat mine and T.I’s come and shit? Oh, and she wants, oh, she wants, it turns out, to lick my precious, beautiful, sphincter? And what do I owe her for that. I have to lick her fat ass. Do I have to do that often, because I want, I would like this frigid bitch to that to me OFTEN, OFTEN--

Loraine, for Chingy, laughs her funny, sex laugh again, her funny, high on speed, sex laugh. She makes her dumb little grinding sound, also from speed, says God.

‘I would like, I have decided that I would--’

You can’t hit it and quit it, says God. 

‘Oh, I see, there are rules to this thing. Oh, I see, she doesn’t want to blitzed for a month as is done today, and then dumped, in our very house, from her ass loving? I see. I fucking see.’

She knows she can’t put upon you, she knows this theoretically, says God.

‘Oh, there’s a theory to this thing. She can’t, fucking, put, fucking, upon, me. She has to wait till I’m ready, I see this in her mind, and she recognizes I may never be ready. Oh, is Game not ready and may never be?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘Oh, you’re going to wait patiently. And what then? When you don’t get your two on one that you don’t want? What then? Oh, the fucking, big surprise, dog house.’

She, says God, thought she might put a man in the dog house--

‘Oh, the dog house. Oh, she believes in the dog house, a real woman thing. She’s not a fucking hopeless nympho?’

No, she is not. She, says God, thought maybe--

‘Oh, maybe with that. Maybe with what? I’m a little bit, just a little bit, cause I’m Chingy, lost. Maybe what? What is this? She thought maybe if we were running around plowing it into other girls, with our beloved boyfriend, or someone, she might, she might, she might, just, put, us, in, the, dog, house. Oh, kind of if she has a good argument as to why she deserves it. Over them? Oh, as well as them. That’s generous, Loraine. So, in this scenario, in which she has whores, no, that’s an insult to men, which we, I, would never do, insult men, she is a whore, she has many client men, male clients, and I get to fuck other, with double penetration, if I want, and if T.I. wants, or someone, undetermined, to.

‘Oh, I get to, oh, she’s, isn’t she grand, going to let me do what I have to do, want, even? “Do what you have to do,” my wife, my pretty, she was--’

‘You made a mistake with that.’

‘Oh? Why? This, I have to know.’

‘She was probably high and boring for your dick.’

‘Oh, she’s, fucking, funny, too.’

She makes the little laugh again, says God.

‘What other mistake did I make with that?’

‘That’s it.’

‘Oh, that it, well, I’m glad you approve, generally speaking, the great Loraine Laney, who stopped, what is he saying? The fucken planes? She stopped my, my, fucken planes? Because somebody did, and if it was--’

She laughs again, a bit, says God.

‘She’s ruining my laugh track, anyway, I would like to suck his, and I bet it was a man, not a woman, not a whore, not a slutty whore, but an actual man, but it was her. Are you serious, fucking, with this?’

‘Yes, we think, we believe so,’ says 50 Cent. ‘We do believe so. Because, and it is said, around, Loraine, cops love to throw around the name Loraine Laney, because she got, with her good arguments in her book, which she is tired of hearing the title, Bros Before--’

‘Nice. Prison. Who told her that? Oh, [ ]. Nice, Loraine. Steal that for your own use. She thinks I’m funny. Approval. Thank God.’

She’s really laughing now, says God.

‘Great. Good. Let me finish, hos. And she can even spell it, it’s not a rake.’

They are, on the side, talking about a piece Loraine did, with me, it was entirely mine Chingy, God’s, called When A Gangster Falls In Love. It was very, fucking, funny. “Four inches” is the best punch line, it is.

‘I don’t care. Furthermore,’ says Chingy. ‘Why, how actually, did she stop my planes?’

‘In Canada, it is brief, painless--’ says 50 Cent.

‘Oh, what a relief.’

‘Cops are allowed, encouraged even, to, see, whores.’

‘Whores were the answer. Whores. To planes. Seriously. I could have given them a whore or two, when I was finished with them.’

‘Mmmm,’ Loraine admonishes.

‘It is exactly that shit which fucked with them,’ says 50 Cent.

‘Oh, she doesn’t approve of the way I treat, fucking, cops now? Why, does she fuck, oh, she fucked an RCMP once, with his stripper girlfriend, was he fun, Loraine, temporary, in the ass, on his wife. Nice, Loraine. Well, fucking, done. Was she pretty, very pretty, even, he traded up, down, actually. Oh, [ ] [ ] said, taught you, “you don’t leave your wife for them.” Oh, but now, you’re them, aren’t you? You didn’t want your whorey ass to get married, you had a cop to fuck, once, before he tased you through your wall. Oh, you had to feel sorry for them because they were doing you so hard. Nice. She is a nice, fucking, girl. To. cops.’

‘They were being cuckolded by society at large.’

‘I am glad that I care how cops feel. They kill blacks is why. They kill prostitutes too, I know that, and let them die, in the hood, black ones even more, I’ll have you know.’

She took it hard, Chingy, says God.

‘She has a forgiving nature, that’s good, because she will need that when I fuck her in the ass. She, fucking, will, because ass fucking hurts, which she knows, oh, she knows that, she’s experiential as hookers say, an experiential woman, I hope, you, didn’t, throw that around, Loraine Laney? You heard it once and couldn’t figure out what it meant?’

Kind of like that, says God. She, didn’t, care, and, didn’t, use, it, but she told--

‘She told.’

She told a solicitation subcommittee that prostitutes were poly, and they thought it meant she was in it for lots of men, but, in the book, it finally comes across--

‘That she was in it for the dick? The dick, that’s it, isn’t it? With sluts like this?’

That hurts her a bit, says God. I am God, I am God, I am God, continuing, where, we, left, off. And this is why she did it, this is why, Loraine, this is why, Loraine, she was very clear it was for men in the following way:

‘Dicks on men?’

No, Chingy, Loraine is an in. tro. vert, an introvert, that is what she is, also--

‘A writer, so, fucking, what.’

‘Why would you say something like that about a writer? Why would you say something like that? That means nothing.’

‘It means we are all writers dear, it didn’t make us love dick.’

This is why, Loraine Laney, does not love dick, she loves men. She is a bonafide--

‘Bonafide again.’

‘Why are you so cynical?’

‘What is cynical about dick? Dick is positive.’

She snorts quietly, softly, without derision.