#their fuck ass ship name. i GUESS.

[heartsfortwotpot]

im borred take my ugly fucking object show host polycule. or dont i dunno

[saragrosie]

As promised, incredibly stupid s4-5 drawings

[tesspool]

so i watched a movie yesterday...

[buckgettingstruck]

Earlier today I saw this post about how 'Evan' would lose so much growth if he broke up with Tommy and then we'll get 'Buck' back which is a bad thing apparently...

https://www.tumblr.com/buddiebeginz/756045806753185792/these-people-only-give-af-about-tmmy-and-lou?source=share

WHAT GROWTH ALL THAT HAPPENED IS BUCK BECAME A MAN KISSER CANONICALLY 😭

also the use of evan 😭 i need to go sit down outside or something like can we please watch the material before having stupid ass takes. buck is the identity he chose and the people who dont understand that are literally his parents and tommy what is not CLICKING

[mylivingend]

FancyFightMystery and FancyBrightFightMystery,,,,,,

[coridallasmultipass]

I am once again begging online shop payment processing companies to allow me to enter a separate name for shipping and separate name for billing!!

It's the same address, I'm just trans and have not legally changed my personal name, but I still prefer to receive mail as my preferred name! Like it's literally my professional name, I do business as my preferred name.

Annoying as fuck, and I don't want to chance my bank rejecting the payment (though I'm sure someone at my bank has put a note to allow it on my account by now, since I've contacted them a couple times before when I realized too late that the billing section didn't let me input another "address/name" section, and they said the payment was fine in those cases.)

Anyway, legal name changes should be free and non-advertised for everyone. Tbh, you should get a free name change every time you file your taxes on time as an incentive for good citizen behaviour. Once I am elected pres-

[its-just-hyper]

@th3ratk1ng

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

[tenwhiteandalusians]

pertaining to the idea of tenax’s band of strays i do think it’s touching that the kids are the ones who saved him and waited outside the door to make sure he’s okay. for all tenax claims to be harsh and cruel it’s a fine indicator of his character that the kids won’t rest without him and are there every time he’s in danger.

[squaredbean]

I have so many thoughts about WL!Renchanting.

The way their Third Life base was named exclusively after Ren (Renchanting, Dogwarts), and now it includes Martyn (RenWood (literally getting their own ship name wrong smh), InTheLittleLake).

How it’s like Ren has grown so attached to Martyn since Third Life that his life has to incorporate him in as many ways as possible. (“What can I do to make you happy?” Ough.) How before Martyn served HIM, and now the roles are not explicitly reversed, but fuck, Ren is out providing, doing everything he can to please his partner. Because he wants him to stay with him so badly

Not that Martyn could ever leave (“I was going to betray Ren” MY ASS! Aren’t you the motherfucker who went so insane without him that you betrayed your only ally and won the season with nothing but bloodlust? Scar on your cheek from when you cried so hard when he died??? It’s in your LORE sir????????)

How Ren wanted to invite BigB to to join them. FIRST OF ALL, he was your SOULMATE who CHEATED ON YOU in the season YOU DONT REMEMBER BEING IN. WOW. Being cheated on didn’t even hold a candle to what you and Martyn had going on I guess

Second, BIGB WAS AN ORIGINAL MEMBER OF DOGWARTS. Carried the dang shield and everything. Are you trying to recreate the home Martyn helped you build in order to keep YOU safe, because you want to do the same for HIM??? WITH KNIGHTS AND A WALL AND EVERYTHING????? Just kiss already. Damn.

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 8: The One About the Adjacent of Convenience

Are you guys ready to return to our regularly scheduled programme?

Actually, I must applaud the majority of the people who read my blog for how well they handled Sunday. It seemed many of you got a good laugh out of it and were then gifted Monday morning with an updated post from that dear restauranteur tossing out Lady Whistledown’s name for – honestly, I don’t know why he threw it out there. Do you?

Moving on…

Yesterday, I discussed Antonia. Today, I am going to venture over to the other side of the fandom and discuss – you guessed it – Jake Dunn.

And, no, I’m not summoning the Balrog today. In fact, I don’t equate Jake to a creature from the depths of Moria because, generally speaking, he doesn’t bother me.

Do I find him a tad annoying? Of course I do. But, only because the perception of his relationship with Nicola has been warped into something ass backwards (no pun intended) to anyone with two bits of common sense, and because he’s always inconveniently there.

At the right time.

For those pap pictures.

However, the rational side of my brain reminds me that if I don’t see anything romantic in Nicola’s relationships with, say, JVN, Mark, Golda, Jack, or either of the Dylans, I shouldn’t be bothered by her relationship with Jake. Would we be paying any attention to Jake if he wasn’t being shoved down our throats by anti-Lukolas? No, probably not.

But, here we are.

I will preface this entry with my belief that Jake did not ask to be linked romantically to Nicola. That was Deux Moi's doing. Keep that in mind as you read through this. Deux Moi created that bullshit plotline and then rabid dogs ran with it.

By the way, those are the people you should be worried about. The ones pushing their “Jakola” narratives with blind aggression. I’m talking about those “in your face” assholes whose real motive behind shipping Nicola with anyone-but-Luke is solely based on their rapid-fire hatred towards Luke. These people are not Jakolas; these people are the Jakholes.

*Oh, now is the time to slip this in… My disclaimer (or, my “ask��) for today is, let’s not pick on the Sincerely Ignorant Jakola shippers. They are just as volatile as the Sincerely Ignorant Lukola shippers. They spiral fast and hard, too. Seriously, don’t fuck with these people, please. I believe most of them to be nice people.

Thank you, next.

I know that some of you will argue that Jake is a manipulative little shit and intentionally tried to make connections between Nicola and himself by way of pictures in her personal spaces and a fucking bucket hat, and that may be true. In fact, I’ve heard this argument from Lukolas that I highly respect. It’s very possible Jake has taken advantage of his friendship with Nicola. I understand the argument behind this theory and, I’ll be honest, it has made me question Jake’s character.

But, that’s not the point I’m trying to make today.

Today, I want to focus on how Jake became an “adjacent of convenience.”

What is that exactly? Well, actually, I just now made that shit up. But, it means he’s an adjacent, not because he’s romantically involved with Nicola, but rather he was in the wrong place at the right time.

It’s funny to me, when you spend some time mapping out all the little nuances that make up the Lukola timeline, that you start seeing a bigger picture.

I do not know who was behind Papsmear. Word on the street is that it was Deux Moi. I don’t know if anyone has ever actually confirmed that so, for now, I can only speculate – and speculate I will!

If you look at events in chronological order, it is interesting that, in July, the day before a video of Luke and Antonia at the GQ dinner hit social media, Deux Moi posted old pictures of Luke and Antonia from, I believe, January. Why? It’s also interesting that the day before People Magazine published the Italy Pap pictures of Luke and Antonia, Deux Moi rehashed Papsmear. Again, why?

Do you see the patterns patterning?

I thought you would.

Then what happened?

Well, “Hot Boy Summer” suddenly came to an abrupt halt with Luke returning to London.

Alone.

Is it odd to you that Luke has not been papped with Antonia since the end of July? Because it’s pretty damn odd to me. Is it possible that Luke and Antonia ceased to be “together” at the end of July? If you have read my previous entry, you already know my opinion on this.

But, dammit, that’s a shame! No more scraps for the paps. How unfortunate for Deux Moi.

Okay, then what?

Well, “Chaos Week” began. We had Nicola posting a shit storm of content starting August 4 with French toast and ending August 16 with “Juna.” We had Wordle. We had Scrabble. We had the “Drink Your Milk” shirt. We had “Bless the Telephone.” We had “very demure, very mindful” (which, in my opinion, was confirming the intent behind “Chaos Week”). Oddly, all these things seemed to weigh heavily in Lukolas’ favor. We could even take it a bit further by including the August 22 “BTS Polin” picture and the August 23 “modern day carriage” story (you know, the picture of Nicola looking oh-so-come-hither-sexy in the back of a car), which was followed up two days later by JVN’s “finger” demo. I mean, the Lukola train was rolling, right?! Fuck, yeah, it was!

But, then it came to a very abrupt stop on August 25 when Deux Moi posted pictures of Nicola hanging out with Jake at a music festival. The narrative being given? Oh, so cozy vibes.

And, that’s the moment Jake became an adjacent of convenience.

Just from being at a concert.

Taking a picture with Nicola.

Before this point, did I know who Jake Dunn was? Yeah, I did. I’d seen – in fact DEUX MOI – post pictures of Nicola and Jake hanging out in a pub together in July. I’ll be honest, I looked Jake up at the time and everything I read about him seemed to point in the exact same direction it points to today – that he’s not romantically involved with Nicola.

In fact, I polled at least two dozen of my fellow Lukolas (with the majority of them being fellow Fact Finders, with a select few being “long haulers”) about whether they’d heard of “Jakolas” before August 25. Their answer was a collective and figuratively loud NO.

What does that say to you? It makes me believe that the Jakolas were born from those festival pictures.

How convenient.

Just a few short weeks after the Antonia/Luke ship (do they even have a name?) hit an iceberg (pun intended), we suddenly have the christening of a new ship. The USS Jakola.

How convenient.

Now, think about every good thing that has come about in the Lukola fandom since the Jakholes were released into the wild.

Every positive has been collectively counteracted with a negative.

Think about the timing of all those pap pictures with Jake.

Think about who is releasing those pap pictures.

Are the patterns starting to pattern in your head?

Think about how much effort Nicola has put into erasing the Jakola narrative.

Think about how little effort Nicola has put into erasing the Lukola narrative.

Think about how much that must piss the fuck out of the Jakholes. And Deux Moi.

Anyone want to go with me to rescue Jake from the USS Jakola? I heard the Jakholes put him in the hull closet.

If you have some hesitation, I suppose I could agree to keep him hostage until we know where his allegiance lies. But I'm thinking he's dying to get off that ship.

[blluespirit]

okay first three episodes thoughts

good

bending is cool as fuck

sozin’s actor does an amazing job at full crazy but calculated

scenery is STUNNING

monk gyatso made me cry. idk why i just saw him and wanted him to give me a hug so bad

APPA ACTUALLY LOOKS GOOD AND NOT LIKE A LITERAL MONSTER

i wasn’t sure how id feel about them showing the air nomad massacre but i think the importsnt thing is that they showed it was a massacre - and that although they can defend themselves, they don’t have the ability to fight back like an organised army would bc they’re pacifists! they attacked a peaceful group

the abandoned fire nation ship in the southern water tribe looks so fucking cool

ARTIST ZUKO???!!! LETS GOOO

Dallas does an amazing job at getting across Zuko’s intense desperation

I actually ended up loving all the Sokka and Suki interactions sm it was so cute and wholesome

Katara is perfect i will kill and die for her

Azula’s opening scene being her manipulating those people trying kill ozai ultimately leading them to getting burned alive by him and smiling - literally so fucking good. she is the best villain in history of forever

really good move having the mechanist (Sai!) and Teo be in Omashu imo. having them destroy the northern Air Temple so carelessly always pissed me off

THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS ARE LITERALLY PERFECT I AM SCREAMINGGGG

I was wondering how they were going to introduce the Mechanist and Jet in a limited amount of episodes but I like how they combined the two stories

Also Sokka absolutely nerding out in the Mechanist’s home is so important to me

Zuko getting has ass beat by that lady for fighting Aang is literally so funny and reminiscent of the goofy aang vs zuko fights we see in season 1 (to be clear: i adore zuko. this is NOT hate on him)

Zuko losing shit about his notebook and trashing his room and then outing himself as a fire bender in Omashu is so perfect. god i love him so much. it’s very season 1 zuko. it’s giving I DONT NEED ANY CALMING TEA!!!

things i was not a fan of: (some of these are a little pedantic i’ll admit)

Exposition is a little is a little janky but i’ll forgive it i guess bc at least it isn’t egregious as The Movie That Shall Not Be Named

Aang leaving just to get fresh air/clear his head and intending to come back is a silly change to me. all i keep thinking about is the storm where we got those epic Zuko and Aang parallels which now doesn’t really work and also takes away a lot of Aang’s depth. A good change adds to the story, but personally this seems to take it away

WHY would they not make Katara the one to bring him back from the avatar state? just seems like a strange choice to me? not saying this from a shipping point at all but that moment is a big step to their bond/friendship especially since they have only just met

Still don’t understand why they made the head of the village Suki’s mum. like i don’t think it’s a terrible choice but they still could have let them have a mother/daughter bond but still let Suki be the leader without any implications of nepotism. it mostly seeems silly

tl;dr - really enjoying it so far!

[foone]

whats your favourite narnia book if you have one

Since I grew up as an autistic christian, I have many Narnia Opinions!

So, my favorite book for it's own reasons is probably The Magician's Nephew. I'm always a slut for worldbuilding and backstory and that novel is basically just only that. Some guy we know from another book goes on an adventure and in the process gets to be involved with the creation of one world and the destruction of another? kick-ass.

Best book to adapt? The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. 1988 BBC version, 1979 Cartoon version, 2005 theatrical? All good, in their own ways. The BBC version is just perfectly 80s and the costumes are amazing (because they are costumes! they did all the monsters by sticking a guy in a big costume and I love it), the cartoon version captures the fucking whimsy of a story where SANTA SHOWS UP AND GIVES EVERYONE PRESENTS and the first person to offer any serious lore about the situation is named MR BEAVER. And the 2005 film has the big battles and CGI and Tilda Swinton as the White Witch which is... so much. I love them all.

But the best book adaptation is the 1990 BBC The Silver Chair. Hands down. It's got Tom Baker's Puddleglum, Warwick Davis playing an owl, 0£ BBC budget greenscreened giants (MULTIPLE TIMES), a group of people discovering IT'S A COOKBOOK and one of them being offended by the cookbook saying they don't taste very good, the bad guy turning into a giant rubber snake. a witch trying to gaslight some humans into believing the sun is a myth, and the ultimate salvation of Eustace Scrubb: a boy who almost deserved being named that.

And since I can't not list basically everything Narnia ever made, BBC's 1989 Prince Caspian and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is pretty good too. It's a fun "road movie", in that it's an odyssey into a fictional Mysterious Ocean of Here There Be Dragons.

Lotta hits in that one. It's also got a "collect the macguffins!" plot where they're trying to collect the Seven Lost Lords.

But yeah, it's like... the first Island gets them a lord and they get to end slavery. Next up, Dragon TF island (The dragon is Greed... but it's also just a literal fucking dragon). Next, Gold TF island. Gold, it turns out, makes you go insane in your lust for wealth, even if you're already a Prince of a whole country. The gold is Greed, but it will also just fucking kill you because you'll be turned into gold.

Then it's the island of the ugly invisible one-foot guys and it turns out they cast a spell to turn invisible so no one could see how they're ugly but they're not ugly, they just think they are? and then it goes "HEY LUCY COMPARE YOURSELF TO YOUR OLDER SISTER" and she's like "I'm ugly.... unlike her. Maybe I should use magic to STEAL HER BEAUTY?!" and it's like, wow. Is there maybe a theme here about self-esteem in your appearance? and Clive Officemax Lewis is over there going I'LL NEVER TELL.

Anyway it's got the good line about how the Wizard in charge of the ugly invisible one-footed pogo-idiots is that how he eagerly awaits the day that they can be ruled by wisdom, instead of magic. It's a fun approach to magic: it's something that is a shortcut, a crutch, and it's a poor replacement for Wisdom, even when used by "the good guys". Tell me, Mr. FedexKinkos-Lewis, do you have any opinions on the complicated relationship between Christianity and magic? oh, you do? I never would have guessed!

They also find The Island Where Dreams Come True. They don't land there, they just fish a screaming man out of the ocean who is trying to escape it. The sailors hear it's The Island Where Dreams Come True and are like "wow, I could have my own ship!" and he yells no, you fools, not dreams like your wishes and imaginations, your actual dreams come true on this island.

and everyone agrees: Get us the fuck away from this island and lets never return.

Anyway I'm not gonna talk about THE ENTIRE MOVIE/BOOK but it's got a great weirdness at the end where they reach the end of the world (which is flat. It's okay, this is Narnia, a completely different world with different physical rules than Earth), and it's a waterfall, but a waterfall going up?

It turns out Heaven is on the other side of it. They turn around, but the anthropomorphic mouse is like "ehh, I'll take that journey" and becomes the Elijah of Aslan's Country, their equivalent of heaven.

Narnia, won't you?

[scatterpatter]

These two came to me in a dream and I haven't been normal since

Who wants to see my cursed megaman crackship

[hey-august]

ANGRY BUGGY I’m screaming I’m giggling I’m kicking my feet.

Being a crew member never really made sense for you, I mean there’s no reason you can think of why he would want you to join his crew. You’re not very talented like the others and you really only ever clean, but you guess that’s reason enough if they just needed a maid, and you’re more than happy having somewhere to sleep at night.

You don’t notice the longing longs and stolen glances, too busy trying to earn your keep on a ship your thankful to have been given a home on. Paying no mind to “accidental” touches or brushing up against you, after all it can get pretty crowded and you’re all working in close quarters. Nothing seems off when you catch him watching you clean, he’s in charge and must be making sure you’re doing your job. You have no reason to think the Captain even knows your name, let alone thinks about you late at night.

Only that changes when he comes back to the ship, drunk and angry after a failed outing. He sees you dusting? He thinks? Not really sure he doesn’t pay much attention to the actual work your doing, but he does see /you/. You give him a half hearted smile to try and avoid confrontation with your clearly upset Captain. Only for him to knock whatever your doing out of your hands and pin your back to the wall. You look surprised and he’s not sure if your fucking with him or just oblivious, you /must/ have noticed how much better he treats you than the other crew, right? That you have to have seen the way he watches you work and how his eyes drift across your body? The only thing Captain Buggy is sure of is that he need to make sure you know, tonight.

Anooooonnnnnn, I'm SO SORRY I kept this for so long.

It's just so wonderful and I wanted to add to it. Time and motivation were working against me, but HERE WE ARE. Finally spending time with our angry clown. 🩷

This was unplanned and got out of hand, like usual.

WC: ~800 Warnings: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x GN!reader, mentions of drinking, insertion sex, angry sex, sorta dubcon (in my head, they both want this), profanity

Nothing - nothing - is going right and it's infuriating. Fucking frustrating. Yeah, he can be a piece of shit, a freak, a loser, but this is fucking ridiculous.

Months of planning and Buggy had nothing to show for it. Sleepless nights spent studying maps, gathering intel, spreading rumors - all for shit and empty hands.

And the moment he lays eyes on you, the anger surges through the liquor burning his insides. Months of planning on how to get closer to you, to get you under him, also resulted in fucking nothing.

You don't notice the way Buggy stares at you like a hungry wolf. You apologize for being in the way when he purposefully brushes his hand against your ass. You didn't question it when you were scheduled to clean his room. You didn't even bat a fucking eye when you walked in the first day and he was laying in bed. Sure he had underwear on, but seriously? You couldn't tell he was coming on to you?

And it's happening again. You're cleaning. Dusting the shit on his shelves. You manage to squeak out some bullshit apology when Buggy slams the door open. Just a little more and then you'd be out of his way.

But that's not where Buggy wants you.

Buggy keeps his eyes open when he kisses you. He wants to see you. The shocked expression on your face is both rewarding and aggravating.

"You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you," Buggy spits out.

"I don't- what-"

Your words are cut off by an aggressive kiss. Rough and overwhelming. His tongue invading your mouth, his teeth nipping your lips, bruising you.

Breaking the kiss, Buggy presses his forehead against yours. Heavy breaths fill the room. He's finally touching you. He finally has you in his hands. Your taste in his mouth. He should be happy. But no, this success doesn't clear the irritation running through his veins.

"Pull down your pants and turn around."

Buggy waits, wanting to see if you'd listen. And if you didn't, if you left... well whatever. Fuck you, then. And fuck him, ending up with nothing again.

There's barely enough time for his deprecating thoughts to depart before you undress just enough for him to see how aroused you are.

You want this as badly as he does. So why did you make him wait this long?

Rough hands spin your around. "Keep still," Buggy demands while he works to free his aching cock with one hand.

He hisses when bobs and rests against your ass. Your perfect ass. Fuck, he ruts against you, rubbing his erection on you like he's dreamed so many times before.

"Please," you whimper, legs shaking with each tantalizing movement.

The audacity. The fucking audacity you have.

"Please? Please? You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this and you want me to hurry?"

You shake your head but any words that you might say are chased away by pleasure and pain. By Buggy shoving himself in your needy body and his teeth digging into your shoulder. He bites harder and groans as your body clenches and squeezes around him.

His hips are pressed tightly against you and he starts thrusting, hardly pulling out while continuing to bully his way deeper.

Your gasps and moans are a reward. Your white-knuckle grip on the shelves is encouragement. Your body accepting his brutal thrusts is heaven. But Buggy wants more. He deserves more.

A hand in your hair yanks your head back, turning you into a fountain spilling filthy sounds.

Not enough.

His fingers find their way in your mouth and down your throat. You choke and sputter around the intrusion but make no move to pull away. Each gag has your body clenching around him harder. 

A touch on Buggy’s wrist guides his other hand down between your legs. He’s sure you’d say “please” again in that adorably pitiful voice if you weren’t letting him fingerfuck your mouth.

“You fucking- fuck,” Buggy huffs, his hand moving frantically to bring you over the edge before he falls over himself. “You like this, don’t you?”

The high-pitched whine that you manage to push out around his fingers is Buggy’s undoing.

“You better fucking come on me now,” Buggy hisses while his thrusts become erratic and his hands start to shake.

Your legs shake when you catch up, your orgasm ripping through your body. His cock pulses and throbs as he fucks through your orgasms, drops of cum escaping every time he pulls back.

Eventually, heavy breaths fill the room again. The air is hot. It smells of sex, sweat, and alcohol.

“Do you feel better?” you ask, breaking the silence.

The soft tone in your voice is too much. The little flicker of anger in Buggy’s body is gone. He rests his head on your shoulder in defeat and nods. He does feel better. 

“Will you stay?” he asks quietly, lips pressed against your damp skin. He wraps his arms around your torso and holds you tightly, not ready to end this moment.

You nod and the next morning finds you both asleep in bed, utterly worn out and completely content.

[osamufication]

he's a pirate

pairing: pirate captain!atsumu x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

warnings: nsfw, porn with some plot, wax play, impact play, degradation, dom!atsumu, sub!reader, general threats of violence, a sprinkle of authority kink, reader is choked once, fluffy ending

a/n: for the love of FUCK this is not accurate or realistic wax play. please do NOT pour wax from random ass candles on any part of your body thank u

Isn’t this just perfect, you had to get caught didn’t you, you chastise yourself. 

“Unhand me at once you pathetic, filthy pirate!” you screech at the wretched man holding your arms.

“You say pirate like it's a bad thing.” 

You stop thrashing, directing your attention up to the quarter deck. There stands a tall young man with tufts of blonde hair sticking out from under his preposterous hat. He looks down at you and an amused smirk tugs at his lips. “We’re not all that bad.”

The man holding you shoves you down to the floor. You barely keep yourself from falling face first onto the deck.

You glare up at him, flipping your hair out of your face, “I’ll kill you.” you spit.

The man laughs. “We both know you’re not capable of killin’ me, love.” He walks up to the railing, leaning against it. “I’m much too handsome.”

“Give me a break.” you huff. 

“We caught ‘er tryin’ to steal some of our supplies, capn’.”

“Oh? You’ve got some nerve sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly. The blonde makes his way around the railing and down the steps. You watch him carefully, trying to guess what he is playing at. 

He stands before you, and unsheaths his sword. His expression is unreadable as he fits the tip of the blade beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You clench your jaw, trying to keep yourself from saying something idiotic. 

“Do you know how I punish thieves, poppet?” His voice is sickeningly condescending. 

You keep your mouth shut, refusing to give this moron the satisfaction of following along. By now, a small crowd of crew members had formed, all of them enjoying the free entertainment. 

The captain rolls his eyes, looking around at the rest of his crew, “How should we punish her, eh boys?”

A mess of responses comes from the men. 

“Throw ’er overboard!”

“Strip ‘er and tie ‘er to the mast!”

 “Slit ‘er throat!”

You’re sure the fear is visible in your eyes. The captain looks quite amused by the whole ordeal. 

“True, I usually just throw thieves overboard. But,” he leans down, his face a few mere inches away from yours. “I think I should handle yer punishment a little more... personally.” He turns to face his crew again, “I’ll handle this myself, get back to work ya morons.” 

The crew disperses, groaning in disappointment. They were hoping for a much more entertaining conclusion. But you know this isn’t over for you. 

He finally withdraws his blade and pulls you up to your feet, “Follow me love. Let’s discuss yer punishment in private.” he whispers into your ear. 

As soon as the door of the captain’s quarter’s clicked shut he broke the silence. 

“y/n.” 

“Miya.” you growl. “I meant it when I said I’d kill you.”

“Tch, don’t be like that poppet-”

“Don't call me that.”

“Right. Forgot ya hated that name.” Atsumu sighs, “Love, I know I was a dick. I don’t expect ya to just let me back in, but please give me a chance.”

You sit down in a chair. “And why would I do that, Miya?”

He leans over you, hand on either arm of the chair, trapping you. “Ya know ya miss me. Us.” 

You scrunch up your nose. “That’s awfully arrogant of you.”

He leans in further, nose bumping against yours. “C’mon love. At least stay the night, for old time’s sake.”

You don’t know what possesses you at that moment. This is the man that had left you behind, without so much as a proper warning. He told you in passing he wanted to leave one night and never return. The next day you had woken up to a cold bed and a missing ship. 

You had every intention of chopping off his dick and shoving down his throat if you ever saw him again. But here you are, kissing him as though you still needed him with every fiber of your being.

He grazes your lips with his teeth, hands wandering your body freely.

“Fuck, I missed ya so much love.” Atsumu’s leg slips between your and bumps against your sensitive core. You whimper against his lips, hating how easily you slip into a submissive state for him. 

Atsumu pulls away and boasts a dangerous smirk on his lips. “I’m supposed to be punishing ya darlin’, the men won’t believe I kept my word unless they hear some screamin’.”

He grips the front of your blouse, pulls you out of the chair and shoves you onto his bed. He climbs on top of you, easily tearing the fabric between his fingers. His eyes roll back when he’s greeted with the familiar sight of your bare breasts, barely biting back a groan as he eagerly gropes them. You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding up against his hardening cock. Atsumu kisses you sloppily, teeth roughly clashing against yours. You reach up to throw off his stupid hat and thread your fingers through his hair.

“This is,” you gasp as Atsumu drags his thumb around your nipple, “quite the punishment, Miya.”

In an instant, Atsumu ceases all movement. “You’ve forgotten who yer dealin’ with, princess.” 

He unhooks your legs from around his waist and gets off the bed. You start to sit up, but Atsumu quickly shoves you back down, his massive hand wrapped almost entirely around your throat. “Did I tell you to fuckin’ move?” 

“N-no,” you choke out.

He raises an eyebrow. “Ya seem to have forgotten your manners as well, what a damn shame.”

Before you can react, he releases your neck and slaps you across the face. The sound of the impact echoes throughout the room and rings in your ears.

Atsumu grips your face tightly and forces you to face him. “Let’s try again shall we?” He leans in, his lips ghosting over your own, so close that you can feel his hot breath mingling with yours. 

“Did I give you permission to move?”

You swallow, trying to speak without trembling, “No, s-sir.”

There’s a satisfied glint in his eyes as he releases you. You make sure to stay perfectly still. Without a word of acknowledgement he walks over to his desk, shrugs off his coat, and removes the pistols you were mortified to realize you hadn’t detected. 

From your spot on the bed you get a perfect view of the wonders his pants do for his ass. You're so distracted you don’t notice Atsumu lighting a candle before walking back over to the bedside. 

“Clothes off.”

Once you’ve stripped bare, Atsumu lays you on your back and spreads your legs. Your cunt is already glistening from the heated kissing and grinding.

“You’re positively drenched, darlin’.” 

He reaches over to grab the red candle from the table. He holds it over your stomach, before grinning again. “You’re not allowed to move, but screaming is highly encouraged.”

With that he tilts the candle, letting a drop of wax plop onto your stomach. You hiss and squirm, the heat almost unbearable for a moment. You’re ashamed to admit the sharp pain goes straight to your twitching pussy. Another drop falls a bit higher up your torso. It takes all your willpower to keep still. 

To only make matters worse, as Atsumu drips the candle wax onto your breasts he uses his free hand to start teasing your clit. You mewl as he rubs up and down your slit, inserting a finger as wax lands on your hardened nipples. His fingers graze against that tender spot inside, you arch your back, grinding on his hand. 

“F-fuck, right there!” you choke out. Your eyes are screwed shut, but you feel the drips of wax traveling further down your body. 

“Yer movin’ again,” Atsumu leans forward, the candle flame licking the skin of your side, “Are ya this desperate for me? All that time on your own really did make ya a whore, hmm?”

You shake your head, “No, I didn-”

Before you can finish, Atsumu quickly removes his hand and slaps it against your cunt, hard. You can’t suppress the screech ripped from your throat. 

He sits back between your thighs and sets the candle on the floor by the bed. He nods to your legs, “Grab ‘em and hold ‘em to yer chest. Now.”

You do as he says, feeling your face get hot again. Atsumu’s view must be entirely obscene. If someone were to walk in now, there would be no saving your dignity. 

Atsumu’s eyes are dark and hungry, he hits your cunt again with more force than before. A loud and wet slap echoes in the room along with your shriek. You heave, trying to catch your breath.

He lowers his face between your legs and licks a stripe up, leaving a kiss on your clit. “Such a filthy little whore. Yer really enjoying this aren’t ya?”

You nod your head rapidly, “Y-yes sir, I am.”

“So ya haven’t learned yer lesson about stealin’ from me?”

Oh shit. That’s right.

“I, uh...”

Fuck, you can’t think straight with his tongue grazing against your soaked hole.

“No? Well I’ll have to really punish ya then.”

He holds the candle directly over your pussy, eyes gleaming. 

“W-wait-” You’re interrupted by your own scream as the first drop of wax hits your clit with a plop! 

“That’s what I like to hear, darlin’.” Atsumu’s face boasts a sadistic grin as he continues his assault on your cunt. 

You keep screaming with each drop, the stinging only making you wetter than you already were. Your fingernails leave bright red crescents on your thighs as you grip them to your chest, using all your strength to stay still. There’s wax all over your swollen cunt and you’re sure it must look like an absolute mess. 

“I think yer ready now.” Atsumu mumbles, undoing his pants and taking out his cock. He readjusts himself and teases your dripping pussy with his impossibly hard length. You whimper every time he slips just the head of his cock in. 

���Fuckin’ hell, doll yer still so tight.” He groans, finally pushing all the way in.

Your vision is blurry from all the overwhelming sensations. Atsumu pulls out almost completely before ramming his hips back against yours. Your mouth drops open as he sets the brutal pace you were so familiar with from all those years ago. You whimper and whine with every wet slap of his cock drilling into you. 

Without slowing his pace, Atsumu picks the candle back up. He grins down at you, tipping it over again and lands a particularly large glob of wax on your clit. Your scream is guttural, the feeling of Atsumu hitting your g-spot while the burning wax stimulates your swollen clit entirely overwhelming.

You start to feel a familiar tension in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around Atsumu’s cock, making him throw his head back, eyes screwed shut. He takes a ragged breath before looking you in the eyes and presses his thumb harshly against the wax on your clit.

“F-fuck! Sir, I’m cumming!” You scream, legs shake so violently you lose your grip on them. Before they can hit the bed Atsumu blows out the candle and throws it to the ground. He uses his free arm to hold them back up against you. 

“That’s it darlin’, just like that, keep cumming for me.” Atsumu presses himself harder against you as his thrusts get sloppier. He groans loudly as he cums inside you, his grip on your legs loosening. 

He lets out a ragged breath as his movements come to a stop and he helps you lower your sore legs to the bed.

He leans over you, his strong arms on either side of your head. He kisses you the way he did earlier, as loving as ever. He pulls away from your lips and presses his forehead to yours. You both stay there in comfortable silence for a moment. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, you whisper, “I think we should clean up.”

Atsumu sighs, but reluctantly moves off of you. Dry wax on your body uncomfortably cracks with the movement.

You scrunch up your nose, how the hell are you going to get this off of you?

“Well then? How was that?” Atsumu asks.

 “I suppose,” you turn your head to the captain, “that was satisfactory.” 

Atsumu snorts, “Just satisfactory huh? I’ll go harder next time then, princess.”

You shiver, knowing full well he will keep his word. You also don’t fail to notice his choice of words.

Next time.

You watch as Atsumu stands up and starts pulling his pants back on. The thin sheen of sweat covering his back makes him almost glow in the sunlight shining through the window. He pulls his cotton tunic over his head and turns back to you, a soft look in his eyes. “Let’s get ya cleaned up shall we?”

He opens a cabinet to pull out a cloth and bottle. He places them on the bedside table before situating himself beside you. He douses the cloth with a thick liquid. 

“What is that?” you ask, watching as he starts rubbing it into your skin and over the wax. 

“Olive oil, it’ll get the wax right off of yer skin. I don’t wanna hurt ya or let ya rip the pieces off.” Atsumu dutifully works at your skin, slowly but surely getting all the wax off, and leaving you very oily instead. 

“Miya?”

“I think we’re a bit past the formalities dontcha think?”

You smile sadly, “Atsumu, why are you here? You said you weren’t coming back.”

Atsumu sighs, “I know what I said. And I meant it when I said it, but I was an idiot.”

“Not surprised.”

“Watch it.” Atsumu pinches your leg playfully. “I didn’t realize that what I was looking for wasn’t on the other side of the world.” 

He puts down the rag and walks over to his coat. You sit up against the headboard as he rumages for something in its pockets. He pulls out a little brown box with gold detailing around its borders. He circles the bed, taking a seat beside you. He meets your eyes, “Can’t believe I needed this thing to realize what I really wanted.” 

You frown as he opens the box, expecting to see a giant diamond or aztec gold. 

“A broken compass.” You say, unimpressed.

Atsumu groans, “I’m trying to be dramatic here and yer ruining my moment.” He takes a deep breath, “Yes, it's a compass. But it’s not broken, it points toward whatever it is you most desire.” 

The needle spins back and forth for a split moment before picking a direction. You twist your head back to look behind you, “You want the rum on the table?”

“For fuck’s sake y/n and ya say I’m dense.” He runs a hand down his face. “It’s pointing at you.”

You freeze for a moment. He can’t possibly mean that. 

“Atsumu I swear to god if you're messing with me...” your voice trails off.

Atsumu puts the compass down and takes hold of your hands, “I swear on my life, yer everything I want in this world. I’m fully prepared to sell the ship and stay with ya on dry land if that’s what ya want.”

You blink back tears, “There’s no need to be so dramatic.” You move over so he can take a seat beside you. “I don’t want you to give up sailing. I never did. All I wanted was for you to take me with you, to be with you.”

Atsumu shakes his head, “I was so fuckin’ stupid.”

You smile and curl up next to him, “Not as stupid as I am giving you a second chance. Don’t make me regret this.”

Atsumu drapes his arm around you, planting a kiss on your head, “I’ll make you a pirate queen, darlin’. Just you wait.”

You giggle, “So where are we headed, captain?”

Atsumu grabs the compass again. With his arm secured around you, the needle starts spinning again. It settles in the general direction of the island. 

You raise a brow at him, challenging him to explain why the needle was pointing toward the village.

Atsumu grins like an idiot and reaches over you to snatch the bottle of rum. He rips out the cork with his teeth and spits it out to the floor. He takes a swig before holding it up to your lips, carefully pouring some into your mouth. 

Taking the compass back into his hands it finally settles, pointing out to the open ocean.

You smile, “Looks like we have a heading. Any idea where it may be taking us?”

Atsumu is quiet for a moment, before turning back to you. In his eyes is a glimmer of adventure. Those are the eyes of a troublemaker you fell in love with oh so long ago. 

“Ever heard of the fountain of youth?”

[egglain]

Feel You (In My Bones) - Prayer (On Your Knees, To My Strap)

Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Toji x reader Content: gender-neutral reader (you/yours pronouns), afab language for reader's anatomy, gunplay, oral (both receive), ass play (ass job/non-penetrative), copious amounts of dirty talk, mentions of breeding, mild exhibitionism, hit-it-n-quit-it toji fushiguro Word Count: 2.9k/?

Summary: You accept a drink from the scarred man at Gojo's Halloween party.

The Toji route of Feel You (In My Bones)

“One drink.”

Green eyes danced with amusement—predatory hunger subdued by your willing submission. Heat flooded the pits of your belly.

“You got it, gorgeous.”

“And I’m coming with you to get it.”

“I didn’t expect anything less.”

A large hand dwarfed yours, pulling you through the crowd. It was warm and sandpaper rough; clearly a working man’s hands. Electricity shot from where you were connected to your shoulder, shivers following in close pursuit. His large frame managed to split the sea partygoers like it was nothing, merely small ships capsizing in the wake of his size.

In the kitchen—a luxurious thing, closed off from the rest of the house—he poured you a drink like a gentleman, though the way he was looking at you was anything but. Your hand stretched out to grab the solo cup, but he brought the brim to your lips himself.

“Allow me.”

Weird, but… alright.

Your lips parted around the plastic, heat spreading down your throat as the alcohol trickled across your tongue and down your chin.

“Good.”

Something between your legs pulsed.

What the fuck?

He hadn’t done anything sexual; yet, the way he said it, the way he was grinning down at you, felt embarrassingly intimate.

As you emptied the cup, a thick thumb wiped away the droplets gathering at the corners of your mouth and the trails of alcohol along your chin.

“All done already?” He licked his thumb clean.

Once again, you were throbbing.

Fuck.

Who was this guy?

He looked older—too old to have hung out with Shoko and Utahime in high school. He wasn’t Gojo Satoru. No— aside from the age, the working hands made that unlikely. What did he say his name was again? Did he even mention it?

You opened your mouth to ask, but he beat you to it.

“Throat all warmed up?”

You choked back a little laugh. Mirth danced in those emerald eyes, coupled with something else—something akin to a secret. A thinly-veiled suggestion.

“Yeah, I… I guess you could say that.”

“Good. You’ll be needing that.”

***

Turns out, you did.

He was huge.

In a large hand, a cock seemingly the size of your forearm pulsed angrily. The man—Toji, you’d come to learn—leaned against the counter with his back to the kitchen entryway.

“Toji…” you trailed off, eyes flicking between the doorway and his exposed lower half. It wasn’t much; he had only lowered his fly and pulled himself out. But the shake of his arm as he stroked himself was unmistakable. Anyone who came in would know what was happening. “What if someone comes in here?”

He shrugged with one arm—the one that wasn’t busy—and grunted non-committally.

“Guess we’ll have to make this quick then, doll. Knees.”

Just like that, kneecaps hit cold marble.

That thing was a monster. Veins bulged down to his fat base and up his untrimmed pelvis, feeding into the sliver of abdomen peeking out from under the hem of his tight shirt. It was beautifully tanned, bulbous head flushed in pretty need. Hefty, it hung low as he moved his hand to cup your jaw. At the lack of stimulation, his dick twitched in protest—once, twice—precum welling up at the tip.

Your throat went dry.

A fat thumb pressed to your lower lip, salty and tangy. The unmistakable taste of precum. You closed your lips around it, and the man hummed his approval.

“Ya like that, gorgeous? Open up f’me.”

The thumb gave way to his cock, leaky tip tapping against your bottom lip and smearing more of that sticky, salty precum. As your tongue darted out to lap it up, Toji rutted against your mouth.

“C’mon,” he huffed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was whining.

“Keep being impatient n’ I’ll bite this dick off.” God, Shoko really did rub off on you. “I’m getting to it.”

The hitman barked a laugh above you, head thrown back.

“Getting lippy now, are we? Bad fuckin’ move.”

Just like that, a big hand weaved its way through your hair at the scalp, clenching around roots. The pressure was heady—a dull ache built in your skull as he pulled that mouth forward, lips splitting at the seams as his impossible girth worked your mouth open. Saliva bubbled out from behind your lips, forced out by the intrusion, and he was laughing once more.

“Not so chatty now, huh? That’s it, doll. Take it nice.”

He pulled you forwards by your hair, leaking tip dragging a trail of sweltering precum across your tongue and down your throat. As glans met uvula, tears prickled the backs of your eyelids. Your gag reflex wasn’t bad, but it was there—and his width would have even the most experienced choking. You stifled a cough, but the saliva was dripping down your chin now, throat working to eject the intruder.

“Hands on my thighs, baby. Squeeze if you needa tap out.”

Your nails met his jean-clad thighs, meaty and hot. Grounding.

You focused on breathing through your nose as he slid in deep, fat cock pulsing low in your throat. You could feel your skin molding to his shape, bulging at the entry.

As nose met pubic bone, you felt more than heard the man grunt. He smelled strong. Masculine. Musky. Sweaty, earthy, with a hint of Old Spice; it had your heart fluttering and your underwear uncomfortably wet.

“There we go.” He said it on an exhale, rolling off the tongue as if praise was second nature. His hips canted forward with need, but his grip loosened on your hair, giving you some room to breathe. “Suck this cock.”

Lips pursed around his girth, you slid backward, then forward again. Building up a rhythm, you bobbed your head up and down his too-hot length. Each time it found its way a little too deep, your eyes rolled into your skull on their own as you fought back a gag. Every time this happened, he rolled his hips forward, pressing just a little deeper down your throat. If the grunts and pants were anything to go by, he liked it better when you were gagging on it.

The wetness between your legs was impossible to ignore now.

You pressed your thighs together, shifting your seating position to mitigate the feeling. Toji didn’t miss the movement. His gaze—which you hadn’t even realized was on the ceiling—landed heavy on yours.

“Open those legs.”

You pulled off his cock with a pop, sucking back spit as you wiped your mouth with a sleeve. “That’s got nothing to do with this.”

“I’m not playin’ around. Open your legs.”

“Or what?” You grinned, and fuck that musk had to be messing with your head because you’d never felt better. You held all the power here. “You’ll make me throat your little dick again?”

Cold metal pressed against your chin.

The barrel of a gun nudged your face up to meet his.

When did he—?

“Don’t get mouthy with me.”

With the weight and the cold feel of the polished metal, it had to be the real deal. Your stomach fell into your toes.

Something between your legs throbbed.

“Stand.”

Heart slamming into ribs, you complied. Big hands brought you to the counter, lifting you up to sit on the cool stone. The pistol lay discarded next to you, glinting in the low kitchen lights. Thick fingers made quick work of the lower half of your costume, and before long, the man was between your thighs.

Nose met pubic bone, dragging down the sensitive skin of your pelvis. Deep breaths sent shivers up your spine, ghosting against your too-wet cunt. The tip of his nose bumped against your clit as his mouth opened against your entrance. A thick tongue swiped at the wetness there, gliding from your ass to the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

“Smells delicious. Can’t believe you were tryna keep this from me.”

He sniffed you like a dog as he devoured your pussy, strong tip of his meaty tongue dipping into your entrance and under your clitoral hood to coax the bud to stiffness. The slurping was obscene as he sucked the wetness out of you, lapping at your entrance like a parched man.

With a firm clasp of his lips around your clit, you were bowing back on the counter, red solo cups and empty liquor bottles toppling over. A big hand held you down, fat digits splayed across your pelvis. The other wasn’t visible from your line of sight—but the tremor in his huffing breaths and the distinct shaking of his body gave you a good idea of where it was.

He sucked at your clit, hand on your pelvis sliding down to prod at your entrance. Your warm flesh parted for him, massive middle finger slipping inside naturally. Stars blinded your vision as he curled it upwards, drumming against your G spot with practiced ease. Canines scraped gingerly against the nerves between his lips, and you had to bite the back of your hand to muffle the embarrassing noise that threatened to escape.

“Hiding from me now?” Toji grinned up at you sleazily.

Your juices ruined his chin, glimmering gold in the warm lighting as they dripped obscenely from his mouth.

You shook your head, too scared to answer aloud; you weren’t confident in the integrity of your voice right now.

“Better not be…”

Green shifted from you to the gun by your hip. You followed his gaze, swallowing—dry and painful.

“Wouldn’t want to hafta punish you for misbehaving now.”

A shiver tore through you, zapping towards your aching hole.

“Cummin’ on me already? Without askin’ first?” Toji laughed, leaning back in to lap at your pussy around his big finger. “Gonna hafta punish this slutty pussy real good then.”

Your hole clenched and unclenched around his finger, sensitive where it was still toying with you.

“Toji—”

“You whining now?” He pulled out, licking himself clean. “Haven’t even started. You gonna be good for me n’ take it?”

His eyes fell once more on the gun, then back between your legs. Your hole sputtered out fluid at the sight. The older man grinned, cracking his neck.

“Ya like, baby?”  The hand that was inside you, covered in his spit, reached for the handle. “Just got so wet.”

Cold metal pressed against heated flesh as the barrel of the gun rested heavily on your thigh. Your legs flinched at the contact, flying shut. With a tsk of his tongue, Toji nudged your knees apart using the muzzle. He dragged it up the inside of your left thigh, and you watched, transfixed, as it made contact with your clit. He nudged the nerves experimentally, watching as the nub twitched, throbbing with fear and arousal.

“Needy little thing.”

He dragged the muzzle down between your labia, bumping it up against your hole experimentally. Shivers ran down your legs and up to the top of your head, leaking out as the gun pressed inside slowly.

Toji fucked the barrel of the gun into you shallowly, head tilted to the size lazily as he took in his handiwork. Clear watery fluid dribbled down the polished barrel and onto his hand, your need spilling onto his wrist.

The intrusion sent chills up your walls, electrified as the muzzle stretched you out wider than his fat finger. The sight of it disappearing inside was alarming; your heart slammed behind your sternum, jostling you minutely. It was impossible to watch. Each thrust hit a little deeper, and soon the older man’s hand was bumping up against you from where it was wrapped around the handle.

Thick index on the trigger, your eyes screwed shut; you bore down on the barrel, hips pushing back onto the gun rhythmically.

“Good… ride that gun f’me, slut.”

Your orgasm slammed into you before you could process you were even close, thighs trembling with the effort of staying open and the zaps of pleasure from your untouched clit.

Toji pulled the gun out, inspecting your handiwork as you caught your breath. He whistled, low, as he dried it off on his shirt.

“My turn.”

Before you could gather your thoughts, you were being flipped, chest-down on the cold marble of the counter. Like this, you faced the entrance to the kitchen; with all the adrenaline and dopamine, you had completely forgotten where you were. A large hand pushed up the top of your costume, exposing the soft skin of your back. You pushed up onto your elbows, trying to get your footing back, but a smack to your ass had you stilling.

Warmth spread up your spine as the man pressed his chest against you, nosing at the column of your throat. Hot lips left hotter kisses at the junction of your jaw and neck—up, up, up—before teeth met earlobe.

“Not done yet.”

“Toji, we really shouldn’t be—”

Smack.

“Just shut up n’ take what I give ya.”

Long and hot, the shape of his cock was unmistakable as it slipped between the mounds of your ass. And just like that, he was thrusting—humping like a dog in heat.

You could feel the glide smoothen out as precum slicked your crevice, drooling out from his pulsing cock.

It was hot.

He was hot. Burning up from where he was pressed up behind you.

And fuck, was he vocal.

Grunting in your ear, panting against your hair, he was an animal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—fuckin’ hell.”

Heavy balls smacked against your swollen clit, one hand dropping to pull your cheeks open. A thumb pressed dangerously close to the entrance of your ass, and you flinched at the sensation. The older man chuckled, rewarding you with a softer smack to the meat of your thigh.

“Dirty fuckin’ whore for it… beggin’ to have this little hole wrecked, huh?”

You could feel the roughened skin of his lip working against your ear as he spoke, warm and low.

“Gaped open on this fat cock, leakin’ seed all over this wet lil’ pussy.”

You gasped into the tile, hiding your face behind an arm. If people saw now—the way he was moving behind you, the flush on your face—your actions would be unmistakable. Pearls of arousal rolled down your right thigh slowly.

“You want this dirty old man knockin’ you up, huh? Hey, now—” a thick arm bullied its way under your neck, lifting your head up in a chokehold, forcing you to arch back into him. “Answer me when I’m talkin’ to ya. Or is your little pussy feelin’ too good, even though I’m not even touchin’ her?”

“No—”

“Address me properly.” The bicep flexed, and your head spun. You could breathe, but it wasn’t enough—he was pressing against something in your throat that had you seeing stars, heart pounding in your ears.

“No, sir,” you bit out, voice roughened from the hold he had on your esophagus.

“Good.” He relaxed his arm, rewarding you with a grunt.

Your forehead met stone as you trembled, the movement of his too-hot cock coupled with the rush of oxygen absolutely dizzying. You could feel the flex of his abdomen with each thrust against your body, and the heat of precum pooling in the small of your back.

Wet heat flooded the inside of your ear as his tongue flicked against it.

“Gonna cum all over this perfect ass.”

Sparks shot through your legs as two fat fingers met your clit, pinching and rolling as his thrusts grew erratic. His tip snagged on your rim over and over, sticky and twitching.

“Scream my name, baby. Want everyone at the party to hear my little whore.”

He worked your clit with a rapid finger, tapping, swiping, and vibrating against it in a way that had your mind blanking out. You swallowed back a yelp, biting into the back of your hand to stifle the embarrassing noises threatening to spill out.

With a grunt, heat coated the mounds of your ass; thick milky ropes of cum coated your back and cheeks, fat cock twitching wildly where it was sandwiched in your crack. Those fingers never stopped, pussy clenching around nothing as he wrung out another orgasm from you.

A broken moan escaped your lips as your release coated his fat balls, black and blue dancing behind your eyelids as they squeezed shut so tight it hurt. Toes curling, you pressed back into him, rewarding you with one last spurt—thick nut drooling down the cleft of your ass.

Hot breath fanned against your cheek as he panted, sweat dripping from his bangs onto the counter as his head hung low.

“Fuck, baby…”

Just like that, he was pulling away, tucking his softening cock back into his black jeans. He lifted the bottom of your costume back over the swell of your ass, not even bothering to clean you off first.

“Toji—”

The doors to the kitchen burst open, drunken partygoers spilling in just as the older man pulled away.

“This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Before you could ask for his number, a tissue, or anything at all—he was gone.

Once more, you were alone.