#yelling at me as rough as you can possibly imagine

[charlotterenaissance]

having an almost comically bad couple days so i'm microdosing on all my fixations by alternating episodes of kids in the hall, night court, h2o just add water, and conan o'brien remotes. just having a normal one

[st4rymoon]

✭ 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✭

𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 𝐀𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a long read btw, arguing, impact play, academic rivals, slow burn, rough sex, hate sex, language, p in v, make out sesh, unprotected sex, annoying Miguel, reader has some anger issues on the low, breath play, teasing, sexual tension, semi-mean dom, after care

・Part two! Part Three!

“WHAT?” You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.

You could scoff at the way Miguel’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile “Well you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!” Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.

“ wouldn’t it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-“ You tried to negotiate “Ah ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?”

You sighed as Miguel spoke “Nope, I’d be happy to work with someone in the same range as me” he cockily spoke “Very funny, now since we’ve got this all sorted, go and talk” she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.

You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel “Aww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?” He cooed following close behind you.

“Shut it” you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.

Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.

Your professor said the class average was low B’s and high C’s but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?

You and Miguel.

Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying ‘Someone beat me?’. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.

You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldn’t believe it.

You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you “2 points down” he chuckled. You wish you would’ve punched him.

And ever since then, he’s made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldn’t rub it in.

“I’ll make sure you can’t get us two points down” Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god he’s such an asshole. “I’ll email you if I need help” you scoffed.

“Can I get your number? I won’t get the email since my inbox is always spamming” Miguel lied with a smile “fine” you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.

‘Real classy, I wasn’t done talking’ popped up on your screen “Well I am” you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didn’t need him to piss you off more than usual.

The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.

You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.

The knocking grew and so did your patience’s “IM COMING!” You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. “For fuck sake man” you whined.

“Glad to see you too!” He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.

He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face could’ve made him harm.

“Excuse you” you hissed.

He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? “Well go ahead and get comfortable” you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.

“I am” he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.

The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.

He didn’t like the way you formatted the information and you didn’t like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.

“So what do you plan on doing with your major?” You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him “Biochemist” he nodded “It’s always been a passion of mine”

“You sure do have the brains for it” you chuckled. “You don’t with the 98%” he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.

“Don’t start” you scoff as you get up to get some drinks “Hey hey I’m joking” he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist “I know Sherlock, I’m going to get some drinks for us” you mutter with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. “So what about you?” Miguel asked “What are you doing with a chemistry major”

“Probably chemical engineering, I’m not sure yet” You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but he’s sadly one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve seen.

You tried to ignore your thoughts each time he’d stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how he’d sound if it were from pleasure. He’d be vocal you thought.

“Let’s watch something on the TV” you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.

Miguel’s eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.

He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good you’d look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.

He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel “We’re almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?” You smiled. “Sure”

You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another ‘stretch’ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.

You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didn’t matter. “Let me get more gummies” you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.

You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.

“Eyes up” Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. “I- I wasn’t-“You made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off “Uh huh uh huh, I know” he mocked.

He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. “Not going to give me a snarky comeback?” He cooed. “Shut up already God, stop it” you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.

“No no” Miguel’s voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh “I’m playing” he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought you’d never do.

You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguel’s hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.

It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.

His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.

The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.

Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.

“You kissed me first”

You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap “hey I’m not complaining, It’s just funny since I piss you of so much” he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.

He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.

“Can I kiss you again” you shyly asked slightly afraid that he’s reject. “You don’t have to ask me, just do it” Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.

The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.

You were glued onto his chest as Miguel’s warmth filled your senses. You’ve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.

“Please” you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry “Please what?” He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.

“Mig don’t tease” you whined as you hit his chest lightly “I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re saying please for” his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.

You decided to play your games “I want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need you” you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didn’t know if you were fucking with him or not.

“Oh yeah?” Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass “You want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me off” he cooed.

Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could “Don’t even try it muñeca.” He sternly said “You won’t like what comes with that”

You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.

“Fuck” he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view he’s been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times he’d imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.

You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.

“Sit up for me?” He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said “You look prettier when you do as I say” Miguel mocked.

You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need “Just shut up and fuck me” you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.

“Beg” he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest “Listen”

You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up “you want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck me”

You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.

“Beg” he repeated. “Please mig please, just stop teasing ok” you cried. “All you needed to listen to was this?” He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.

Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.

He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans “f- fuck!” You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.

His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, he’s the biggest you’ve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.

“Breath chula, r- relax” he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. “That’s it” he hummed onto your shoulder.

It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.

“O- Mig mi-“ you whined out, you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.

“What? You c- can’t take it? Such a big fucking mouth but can’t take my dick?” He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.

Miguel’s eyes couldn’t leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.

Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.

“Making such a fucking mess” he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.

You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. “Gotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. You’re the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love it” he cooed.

Miguel’s calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. “Go- god shi- fuck!” Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.

Sure Miguel’s fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.

You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your “m- Mig I-“You were even more fucked out than him. How couldn’t you?

You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like he’d been fucking you for hours. “Can’t believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?” Miguel hissed.

You nodded to his surprise “Please” you whined. “You want me to hit you?” He was surprised by your plead. He knew you’d be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.

“You’re always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?… What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?”

You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldn’t even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face “Use your words” he hissed.

Almost immediately you cried “Yes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!”

Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.

“M- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!” You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. “That’s I- that’s-“ he hissed.

He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but he’d rather just buy you a plan B. “C- can I- inside?” He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.

You couldn’t get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.

He’s never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.

Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Was I too rough?” He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. “No, it was perfect” you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.

Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. “Where’s your bedroom?” He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms “left” you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.

“Let me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-“

You cut him off before he couldn’t finish “Don’t leave. Please?.” You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.

“Wasn’t planning on it love”

[eddieschains]

Imagine perv! Eddie watching you clean in a French maid uniform (the skirt is extra short and you have no panties on)

You get down on your hands and knees to clean the floor and Eddie pounces on you, shoving his dick inside you and fucking you in a frenzy.

oh- oh shit i love this

18+ minors dni

if there was one thing about you and eddie, it’s that you both loved a good bet. it kept your relationship fun and exciting. so when you brought home one of those sexy maid costumes from the sex store and bet him he wouldn’t last 10 minutes before touching you, he was all for it.

you made sure to get the shortest one possible, knowing it would make the bet even harder for eddie to resist. you made sure your boobs were pushed up so far they were nearly popping out. and the skirt just barely covered all of your ass as you opted for no panties of course.

you get ready in your skimpy dress, pairing it with a pair of your black stilettos and knee high socks. you grab the feather duster from the hallway closet as you make your way to the living room.

eddie is sat on the couch, reading one of his music magazines as he looks up when he hears you walk in. he gives you a small glance as you notice him swallow a large lump in his throat before focusing back on his magazine, making you smirk.

you begin dusting the cabinets and pictures on the wall, looking back every now and then to see if he’s watching but he resists. you decide to try and test the waters by walking over to him and bending over him to dust the coffee table next to him.

“sorry, just need to… there we go.” you strain as you sprawl your body across his, pushing your tits into his arm.

he chuckles and ticks his tongue. “gonna have to do better than that, sweetheart.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. just trying to clean this table.” you smirk before getting up and moving to the table in front of the couch.

you bend over in front of him, making sure your skirt rides up to show your pussy to him on full display. you hear him suck in a sharp breath behind you which only fuels you to go further.

you let go of the duster in your hand, allowing it to fall on the floor. “oops, dropped it.” you look over your shoulder at him, smirking as you see his eyes trained on your lower body.

you bend down even further to pick up the duster from the floor before ‘accidentally’ pushing it underneath the table. you let out an over exaggerated groan as you get on your knees and stick your ass up in the air, extending your body to reach underneath the table.

you hear eddie cough behind you, knowing you’re winning the bet so far. you keep stretching and letting out little whimpers and groans even though the duster is within reach.

you hear eddie set the magazine on the table beside him before you feel a pair of hands grabbing you by the hips.

“hey, that’s cheat- FUCK!” you yell out as he slams his cock inside of you.

“you win. you fucking win, i don’t care.” he growls as he pumps in and out of you at a fast pace, his hands gripping tightly on your hips. “this pussy is too hard to resist, you know that.”

he’s already got you a moaning babbling mess within minutes of thrusting his cock inside of you. the sounds of skin slapping fill the room as he fucks you so hard you aren’t able to keep still.

you sit up slightly so you can grip on to the table for support while he continues to pound into you, harsh breaths and loud groans leaving his mouth with every movement of his cock.

“fucking hell, you’re gonna make me cum already baby.” you tilt your head over your shoulder, opening your mouth to respond before your orgasm takes over you. you don’t get a single syllable out before you crouching down, your back arching and legs shaking as you drench his cock in your arousal.

eddie throws his head back and moans at the feeling, knowing he’s not too far behind. he gives you a few more rough thrusts, his cock twitching inside of you before he lets out an ungodly scream of your name, his seed spilling inside of you as he falls on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you both from collapsing on the floor.

you both stand there catching your breaths before he slowly pulls out of you with a spank to your ass. you turn to face him, smirking at the fact that you finally won a bet against eddie.

he rolls his eyes before giving you the same smirk and extending his hand to yours. “pleasure doing business with you.”

[star-suh]

Make You Mine

Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader

cw: sub top haechan, power bottom reader, mentions of blood, sacrifice, marking, bareback, multiple rounds, nipple play, breeding, spit swallowing, slapping, rough sex, feminization, hair pulling, spanking,

an: inspired by madison beer's make you mine mv and the movie jennifer's body.

yn has always been the outcast at the university, the mean boys of his class always bullied him, throwing away his things in the trash or even to the point of physical violence. in that group of bullies is haechan, yn’s crush, but he doesn’t do anything to stop his friends for harming him. he’s that typical angel like face boy who claims he’s a good one but it’s just a farce, a mask he puts on when others are around. “i love you but i hate you” yn regrets every night recalling the memories of his crush. one night while walking towards his house from the convenience store yn is abducted by some guys that put a clothe with some liquid on his mouth. he tried to scream for help but not a single sound came from his mouth, they then put him inside a black van.

he then wakes up tied to a tree surrounded by candles and a big pentagram, “what the hell” he says while feeling dizzy, “what’s happening?”. “oh hey he is awake” one of the guys tell to the others and that’s when yn realizes that the guys that kidnapped him were his bullies and in between them is haechan, “are you scared, little lamb?” one of them asks. “w-what?..” yn starts to get desperate, the tight ropes burning on his skin, “let me go.. this .. this isn’t f-funny” he starts to panic and yell for help. “shush” one of them put his index finger on yn’s mouth, “we need you come on, don’t let us down”, “need me for what?”goosebumps take over his body, the fear intensified when one of them pulls out a dagger, “you see we want money, cars, the chicks but none of that would come to us if we keep being like this, studying doesn’t take you nowhere” he points the dagger towards yn “unless you have someone that can move his influences for you to get something so.. we choose the easy way” he licks the dagger and immediately afterwards he stabs yn “a deal with the devil, we just needed a virgin so you were the perfect choice” he pulls out the object and as if it was a fountain blood splashed everywhere, some of it even falling on haechan’s shoes. each one took turns to stab yn, he was trying to tell them something but he couldn’t, the pain was unbearable. they basically showered in his blood but not forgetting to place 5 cups full of his blood on each point of the pentagram. once again, as always yn felt disappointed in haechan as he died slowly, he was just there watching how his friends were having the time of his life killing an innocent…

next day in class the gang of bullies were acting as if nothing happened but haechan was the only one feeling preoccupied, the guilt was eating him. the door opens and what they saw made their skin crawl in fear, it was yn but not the same shy outcast yn, he was.. hot?. his hair was styled differently leaving his forehead uncovered, his clothes weren’t baggy anymore they were tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, it also showed them he was hiding a big ass down there, “that’s a big cake” one of the bullies murmured despite feeling fear. yn saw them and smiled at them, leaving them with their mouths open.

wanting to know what happened to him, who was supposed to be bug’s food by now, the gang of bullies decided to have a one night stand with him and get as many answers as possible out of him. something yn has already thought about so it made it easier for him to plot a revenge against them.

the next few weeks each one of the bullies disappeared ’’’’mysteriously’’’’, their bodies were found near the forest or in old abandoned houses. the first and only theory by now is that they were attacked by some wild animal due to their ripped bodies by what it seems are claws and razor sharp fangs, so all the town decided to hunt these so called monster, not knowing the real one was among them. haechan suspected from yn because the only ones dying were the ones who took part in that ritual, and he was the next and last one of the gang. he avoided yn all he could, he even sleeps with a gun next to his bed now, how did he got it? no one cares. one day he decided to follow yn after classes to try to confirm his suspicions. yn was moving further and further away from the city and into the abandoned houses where one of his friends was found. haechan enters the same house yn entered and carefully to not make any sound he pulls the gun out and points it at anything that made a sound. his hands were shaking, fear taking over his body, “hey haechan” yn abruptly greeted him, making him shoot at him, “be careful with that, stupid” yn said with some anger in his tone.

“i know you’re the one behind that killing spree” he blurted out, “you’re supposed to be dead” he yells at yn “what are you?”.

“i’m yn silly. well… a better version of him actually” the calmness of his voice sending shivers down haechan’s spine “thanks to those bastards you used to call friends” he laughs “they did something good in their life at least” he walks towards haechan, “stop or i’ll shoot” he says desperately. yn storms towards haechan putting the cold metal of the gun right at his chest “i dare you to do it, but would you be able to?” his iris turning white and his pupil into a slit like when a feline is chasing a prey “thought so” haechan can feel the disappointment in his voice “you’re just a pussy haechannie” he takes a deep breath and yells “you’ve never been able to do something on your own” slapping haechan’s hand making him throw the gun away. haechan falls to the floor and crawls away from yn “what the fuck are you?” he asks once again, yn crouches down and starts to walk sensually in all fours, chasing haechan “you’re stupid ass friends offered me in sacrifice thinking i was a virgin but i wasn’t” haechan’s back hits against a wall and yn corners him, his face now on the side of haechan’s “you shouldn’t assume other’s sexual life, channie” he whispers.

haechan felt mesmerized, was he wrong for liking this side of yn?, maybe this is his punishment for not doing anything to stop his friends bullying yn. he was ready to be ripped into pieces to death but instead he felt kisses?, yn’s lips latched against his neck already leaving hickeys on it. “w-what” he moaned, “all this foreplay made me so horny haechannie” yn admits putting his hand on haechan’s growing bulge, “it wasn’t a foreplay dumb bitch i was trying to kill you” yn talks back. “seeing you trying to act all manly fuckkkk… my ass is itching for you and your friend here looks like he wants it too” he grabs the bulge hard drawing a loud moan out of the other’s mouth…

“you’re being such a good boy channie” yn spoke while riding haechan’s rock hard cock, “hmm?” haechan asks, his face buried in between yn’s chest sucking his nipples, “yeah” yn reassures. haechan also grabs yn’s dick and put it against his toned abs so he can rub it there while he rides, “those abs are making my dick feel so good channie, i wanna paint them in white”, “please” he begs already falling into submission.

“be a fucking man and pound me hard” yn demands slapping haechan’s cheek, haechan’s pace grow faster and faster, his dick reaching parts no one has ever reached before “yes yes right there! fuhh..” he lets out all the air, feeling haechan brushing his prostate. “fuck i’m gonna cum” haechan cries, emptying his load inside yn, after he rode his high he tries to pull out but yn clenches his hole hard with a superhuman strength, not letting the other’s dick to go away “we’re not done here” he licks his lips “demon pussy isn’t satisfied by just one load”.

yn rides once again haechan while spitting inside his mouth and haechan swallows it with no complaints, he was so ass drunk that the only thing that crosses his mind is to satisfy yn’s needs. “uff, yeahh… i’m gonna milk you dry channie” yn plays with his nipples and then with haechan’s, “give me your next load” he sits hard and faster and on top of that he grips again with that superhuman strength he apparently possess now overwhelming haechan in the process who couldn’t take it anymore and just lets out his sperm inside him once again. the next hours yn kept milking him until not even pre-cum came out of him, some times haechan tries to take control by pulling yn’s hair or spanking him until his ass is bright red but somehow yn always manages to take back the control and made him writhe and cry in pleasure. their hair sticking on their foreheads due to the sweat, the beads of it rolling down their bodies, especially on haechan’s abs they’re so perfect that yn could pass a whole day licking them non-stop. for the last load haechan fucked yn in a roast chicken position so he can have an easy access to his cum-filled hole. his thrusts churned the sperm inside and also caused some delicious gushy wet sounds, “yeahh keep filling this pussy up, use your own cum as lube” he pouts. after some final nasty words the last load from haechan’s balls were deposited on yn’s cumdump hole and after a kiss haechan falls tired on top of yn’s body.

haechan’s life has been spared by yn but in return he has to find new victims or at least a way to suppress yn’s hunger for human flesh and also let him use him as his human dildo, something that he didn’t mind because the sex was good and his dick feels amazing inside yn’s warm demon pussy.

[hyewka]

Ranaaa sub!jjunie content is so dry plis make a drabble with it tooo :(

warning: free use, degradation, misogyny, brat taming, sub!yeonjun, asshole!yeonjun, oppa use but its once 😭younger reader

perfect timing because all i can have brainrot over is taming bratty yeonjun like i love obedient subs but jesus christ imagine having an egotistical pompous asshole grovel at your feet.

an au where hes your older brothers best friend whos always been in your life, constantly berating and making unfunny jabs at you in front of your brothers friend group since highschool; you thought oh well, you wouldn’t have to put up with it any longer once they graduate. to your demise, your brother and yeonjun get closer. they even choose to go to the same exact college. then, your brother lets you move in with him with no worry of paying overpriced rent. it feels like a gift from heaven until you come to dooming realization everythings going too well, too good to be true. the nagging instinct proves to be true as not only does yeonjun visit the apartment every day, he even sleeps over at times. its hell.

because now instead of making dumb teenage jokes about girls like he used to, hes turned into some weirdly overprotective guardian. making snarky comments on what you’re wearing whenever you go out, or giving you a scolding about how men “really” are for the tenth time and how oh youre so naive, you’re perfect prey for the kinds of guys in the “real world”. he talks your ear off, and when he gives that up he moves to belittle you and berate. its all hes good at. leech.

its no surprise seeing yeonjun on the couch again, you cant even kick him out because your brother pays like 80% of the rent—thats the con of paying less. you can’t fully treat this apartment like your place.

you also aren’t surprised when he catches you, eyes narrowing as they look you up and down. he sighs. you ignore it, putting on your heels.

“are you really going out like that?”

just ignore.

“i keep telling you its not safe to wear stuff like this but you don’t listen.”

ignore him.

“you know there are men out there who—hey, are you even listening?”

ignore.

“hey!” he yells, straightening up. you give him a glare this time, fool. you see the beer cans laying around everywhere. he’s a fool. good for nothing, a pretty face wasted on a fucked personality. he slumps back against the couch, tsking. “forget it. i’m just looking out for you while your brother can’t but okay, whatever, dress like a whore all you want. just don’t expect to be treated with-”

the rooms silent. all you feel is the burning numb feeling on your palm and rage snuffed the moment your hand landed across his face. you slapped him so hard, when he looks at you with wide wet eyes and a split lip, you let out a dry laugh. you feel everything rush back to you. all those humiliating memories. “seriously, who do you think you are? you’ve berated me those two years, embarrassed me, treated me like shit in front of people, and now you want to act like some fuckass parent?”

he flounders, you see the fear and confusion in his eyes, the way his lips part to say something only to come out with nothing. you grab his face, gripping it hard. “slut shaming me for what i wear? in this year? god, you must really not have a conscience.”

“i’m not slut shaming you! i’m just protecting-”

“protecting me? is that what you wanted to say? really?” you sneer, putting your knee between his legs, “what are you protecting me from? guys like you? perverted, sleazy, good for nothings?”

his cheeks are deep shade of red, it could be from how rough you’re gripping his face, or how hard you slapped him earlier or it’s him blushing. all those possibilities are amusing to you—you like it in fact. he’s stammering, shaking his head, trying to pull your hand off him. but he fails, which visibly gets him even more haughty and embarrassed. poor guy, he looks like he’s about to sob.

“what the fuck has gotten into you!? you’re speaking to me informally like i’m not your-"

“senior? oppa?” you push your thumb past his lips, and he panics again but you make sure to press on his tongue particularly hard. “you’re not any of those things, stupid mutt.”

you’ve always fantasized about being on top, someone taking charge of one whos always under your control, reacting to every touch or twist, you just didn’t expect to be in a predicament where yeonjun’s the one you’re feeling the burning desire to ruin. all of him, you want to ruin him.

seeing as how his eyes have welled up enough tears that they could spill any moment, it didn’t look too hard. “gosh, with the way you parade around, i’d think you wouldn’t be so easy to break.” you laugh coldly.

“y-you didn’t break me, fucking bitch. i’ll tell your brother-" he sounds like an actual fool talking, you could barely make out what hes saying, but lucky for him you caught on to the gist.

“no, you’re seriously a sleazebag. you go on and on about how men really are, warning me about this and that, but right now you could easily manhandle and overpower me, but you just sit here. and fuck, you pop a boner at me being slightly mean to you? tell me, was it the dress that you’re telling me not to wear out? calling you a stupid mutt? my leg? or god forbid, the slap?” you smirk at seeing his eyes widen looking down, they might really pop. did he really not know he got hard?

“pervert. you really were just warning me about guys like you... perverts.”

you shove two fingers in his mouth, simultaneously choking him and shutting him up, serves him right. “i bet you’ve jerked off this pathetic dick of yours to the thought of me. is that why you feel the need to berate me? to cover for your guilty conscience? stupid mutt.” you’ve having too much fun with this, seeing him not fight back, just sitting there taking it, letting his tears drip down. choi yeonjun…a crybaby. who would’ve thought.

you don’t mean for it to go any further, its just a little scare to get him off your back, a little grinding against his clothed hard on, just a little to have him elicit a whiny moan, just a little to have his senses overwhelmed—a little to have him humiliated with spilling his slimy seed in his pants so quick, sticky cum staining his boxers. leaving him there on the couch, overstimulated and pathetic, breathless, with an arm draped over his face, while you go out to the party you’re a bit too late for.

no jackets to appease him, no change of clothes, it felt freeing. you should do this more often.

then imagine smothering your cunt on his face, pinning the stupid asshole down just frustrated out of your mind and using him to have him shut the fuck up for once. his incessant whining and squirming under you dies down..eventually. then he stops pretending to not like it anymore, and you hear the squelching. he’s jacking off. he’s been so annoying and you’ve been sexually frustrated for the past week— getting a scolding from your professor today was the final straw. luckily for you, yeonjun said something to piss you off again.

he hasn’t stopped since that day, actually you figure him being an asshole only got worse after that incident. he’s more mean, despite humiliating him over and over again. you even positioned him to bend over your lap when your brother was out, spanking him until he shook, cheeks beet red. no matter how much you humiliate and berate him, it doesnt deter him, he only becomes worse outside of sex. “god, you’re super fucking annoying, you know that?” you groan, sliding your cunt back and forth his face, gripping his hair.

you can’t be mad for long when he’s making an effort to actually make you feel good, eagerly opening his mouth, lewd eyes looking up at you through his wet lashes as he eats you out—you find it cute almost. you dispel the thought, and decide to look elsewhere other than his face to keep your mind off. this is for your pleasure, not his, focus on that high building up.

its a weird relationship, you and yeonjun. he lets you use him however you like despite his complaining, he says he doesn’t want it, then he purposefully riles you up—you know that because every time he does it and you take his bait successfully, you find he isn’t in any underwear. bastard.

“stop jerking off freak.” you grit, shutting your eyes as you get sloppier and quicker, so …close. you can hear he followed your demand, the only sound being your desperate grinding. then you feel his whine, it sends some vibration, like he’s really a mutt begging for you to look at him. you ignore it, you’re good at that. but then he turns his head to your thigh, biting the flesh and you jolt. this indecent brat! you take two fistfuls of his stupid dyed hair, and move just a little more. a little more, and you cum all over his face.

minutes go by after you orgasmed and you’re on your back, on your bed, kicking him out with the lower half of his face glistening, wet with your cum. “leave.” you regard him coldly and he rolls his eyes, frowning, wordlessly shutting your door aggressively. a smile slowly spreads across your face as the realization sets in; he’s probably mad you blue balled him. serves choi yeoniun right.

this is definitely some much needed therapeutic healing.

[captainuranium543]

Fairy tail headcannon a nobody wanted at all😊

- most of the dragon slayers+erza eat bugs regularly and it's gross AF to everyone

-Natsu because he grew up in the woods and they were like the number one abundant source of food, same for Wendy but she stopped for a while because Carla told her it was nasty (as soon as she joined the fairy tail guild she reverted so incredibly fast)

-gajeel pretends to thinks it's gross but secretly he really likes the taste he just doesn't wanna have that in common with natsu

- erza and Erik because in the evil slave tower where everyone was starving if you found a bug you ate it before anyone else could grab it from you.

- sting did not do that growing up but started when natsu told him it was good, he does not agree but does it anyway so natsu thinks he's cool

- rogue only tried it a couple times because frosch wanted to try it to be more like a frog and rogue is nothing if not supportive

- laxus grew up normal and thinks all of them are disgusting

- Lucy has the WORST financial skills. Legit they are awful. Everyone thinks she's always broke cuz of the tpd (team property damage) constantly making them lose their reward to repair bills but (while that is a factor) when Lucy sees smth cute that would look great in her apartment she just cannot help herself. Lucy will be so careful trying to save her money then she'll see a new set of stationary and goes "haha rent what rent"

- the hand me down game at fairy tail was fucking insane when they where kids. For levy and lisanna basically everything they owned had been passed down like 6 times already

- that red shirt natsu wore in the flashbacks? Before him it was erza's, and before her it was canas, and before her it was laxus.

- gray wears almost exclusively white jackets because jackets are expensive and if he loses them he would rather they be easy to spot so he can find them again rather then have to buy a new one

- sometimes people will invite erza places for the scary dog privilege when they dont want to be bothered by strangers. Erza has no idea thats the reason she just thought people really liked walking with her through rough parts of town in the middle of the night.

- Carla and lilly have insane beef, for no damn reason. Like both of them are fairly polite so neither will say it openly but every conversation between the two is the most passive aggressive petty insult battle you could imagine

- freed, levy, Lucy and later jellal have a book club where they all meet up and talk about whatever they're reading and play Scrabble and talk a lot of shit about their annoying ass friends.

- happy sometimes comes but he is under no circumstances allowed to bring natsu(he knows what he did)

- when erza met seigrain/jellal in the magic counsel she first tried to attack him, when that proved to be a bad idea she later started specifically destroying stuff under his jurisdiction to make sure he had to deal with as much paperwork as possible

- for her modelling, Mira used to use a very light spray of holy water to remove body hair because it burns it off💀

- wendy romeo and chelia are actually best friends like they are constantly hanging out together just to go do stuff

- erza and Erik hate each other for no reason at all. Like over that year that she worked with crime sorciere they where ALWAYS BEEFING. Every time they were near each other erza was thinking insults she knew he could hear and Erik was fighting for his life not to strangle her to death.

When erza became sclass she used to sit on the 5th step of the stairs because Mira wasn't allowed on those stairs yet and it really pissed her off. She was like, just barely out of reach, so Mira would stand at the bottom the stairs yelling death threats at her and erza would be like "whattt I'm not doing anything I don't even know what your talking about in literally just sitting what are you so mad about"

- when Warren invented cellphones, despite all of them looking like modern smartphones, freed somehow managed to get one that looked exactly like a Blackberry and refuses to get a different one

- Mira used to cut her siblings hair and because she didn't know any good haircuts yet her 2 options where 1- bald or 2- bowl cut. Hence lisannas horrifying cut as a child

[joeshiestyslover]

pretty when you cry- c. sturniolo

pairing: toxicbf! chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you know chris doesn’t treat you well and that you should leave him, but you can’t help but stay. chris is well aware of this and wants to treat you better, but he just can’t. after all, you’re just so pretty when you cry.

warnings: so much angst, language, mentions of sex, drug use, chris is an awful bf

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a/n: lana del rey + chris is just so 🤭

you felt as if you were slowly dying. all the life that you once held inside you slowly fading away until you were nothing but an empty shell of your former self. you used to be so happy and full of life, never seen without a smile on your face. now, you look sullen, with dark circles under your eyes and a permanent frown tugging on your lips.

everyone asks you what could have possibly happened to make you change so much in such a short amount of time. you always reply with “work is taking a toll on me” or “my boss is a pain in my ass”, but each lie is bigger than the last. you know the source of your constant pain. it’s your boyfriend, christopher sturniolo.

chris used to be the best boyfriend a girl like you could ever ask for: caring, compassionate, funny, etc. the list was endless, and to you, he was perfect. until six months ago.

chris became a completely different person. he was no longer the sweet, charming boy you fell in love with two years ago. instead, he was an angry, violent monster. nights you would spend at his house, filled with sweet nothings and soft giggles were now filled with harsh screams and glass breaking. days that consisted of talking and laughing, were now occupied with silence because you were both still angry about the night before. the once soft, loving sex was now replaced with rough, violent fucking. everything had changed between you, and all you wanted was for you two to go back to how you were a year ago, when everything seemed perfect.

you know that chris is doing drugs, you’ve known for months. every time you try to bring it up to him, it ends in a screaming match, and you storming out the front door. his brothers have tried to get him to stop, yet he refuses, saying it’s the only thing that gets him out of bed anymore.

your heart is slowly breaking, for both you and him. you know you should leave him for good, but you can’t. you love him too much to lose him.

on the other hand, chris knows how badly he’s been treating you and that you deserve so much better than him. however, he knows deep down that you’ll never leave him, so he never truly changes, despite the many promises he’s made that he would.

this leads to a continuous cycle of love and pain. you get fed up with how he treats you, so you confront him. you fight for hours before chris finally breaks down, telling you how much he regrets causing you so much pain and promising he’ll do better. he gets clean for a while and just when everything is beginning to look hopeful, he crashes and burns. he falls back into his old habits once again. then, the cycle continues, leaving you trapped.

you’ve lost count of the amount of times chris has promised to be better and get clean. right now, you and chris are arguing for probably the hundredth time about the same damn topic: him saying he’ll get clean, but he never does.

“this isn’t okay christopher! you have to understand where i’m coming from! i’m worried about you! i’m scared for you!” you yell. “i don’t need you to worry y/n! i’m fine! stop treating me like i’m a child!” he yells back in your face. you feel helpless. you’ve tried everything to help him, but he just won’t accept it. “you’re gonna kill yourself one day! can you even imagine what that would do to me?! to your brothers?! to your parents?! i just-��� “don’t fucking bring my family into this!” chris cuts you off. you sigh and run your fingers through your hair. “look,” you start, lowering your voice. “you know i love you chris, but this is terrifying. i have to watch you slowly destroy yourself and i can’t do anything about it because you won’t let me help you.” “it’s because i don’t need your help! i’m doing perfectly fine! it’s not my fault that you want to make everyone else miserable just because you are!” your jaw drops. “i’m miserable because you’re making me miserable! i’m not this person! i’m not full of constant anxiety! i’m not constantly suffering! it’s you chris! i’m like this because of you! because of how you’ve been acting for the past year!” you scream hopelessly. you sit down on the couch in chris’ living room, trying to calm down and compose your thoughts.

“well if you’re so fucking miserable, then just leave, y/n!” you freeze and look up at him. he had never suggested you leave him before. “what?” you ask softly, hoping you heard him wrong. “if i’m so horrible to you, then you can leave! i’m not gonna stop you!” chris waves his arms around frantically.

without another word, you stand up from the couch and walk toward the front door, grabbing your phone and car keys on the way out. you open the door, walk out, then slam it closed. speed walking to your car, you try to keep your tears at bay, but you fail miserably. as soon as you get in and shut the door, the silent tears turn into heart wrenching sobs. trying to calm yourself, you put your car in reverse and back out of the driveway. you have no idea where you’re going to go, but anywhere is better than here.

you end up at a parking lot of a fast food restaurant, but not just any restaurant. it’s the same one where you and chris went out on your first date. you both didn’t want to go anywhere fancy, so you decided on grabbing fast food. you begin to cry even more at the memories of that night. you can’t help but remember how sweet he was and how much he cared for you. how the hell did it come to this? how did you get here?

everything in you is telling you to leave chris for good. you can’t keep going on like this. you love chris so much, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, but he’s slowly killing you from the inside out.

you decide to go back home and tell chris it’s over. you take a deep breath and begin driving. on the way there, the memories of you and chris are on a constant loop in your mind:

your first date,

chris had picked you up outside of your house that night, refusing to tell you where you were going, claiming it was a surprise. before you knew it, he had pulled into the mcdonald’s parking lot. “chris are we at a mcdonald’s right now?” you asked. “well, you said that your favorite restaurant was mcdonald’s so voila, here we are.” chris smiled at you. you laugh and throw your head back. “but if you wanna go somewhere fancier then i’m sure i can squeeze in a reservation-” “chris this is perfect. as long as it’s with you i don’t care where we go.” you smile at him, putting your hand on his arm.

your first kiss,

it was your third date, and you were sure you were in love with chris. he was the perfect guy. the date had gone perfectly, you had gone to a park and just sat on a bench and talked about anything and everything. at the end of the night, he walked you to your door. “tonight was amazing chris. thank you.” you smiled up at him. “y/n, i really like you and you make me laugh. i was wondering if i could be your boyfriend?” he asked you nervously while shifting on the balls of his feet. your smile grew even wider. “i would love to be your your boyfriend chris.” you reached your hand up to cup his cheek. chris leaned his head down to brush his lips against yours. “can i kiss you?” he whispered. you nodded, and before you knew it, he smashed his lips against yours.

the first time he told you he loved you.

you both were lying in chris’ bed watching bridgerton. after much convincing, he had finally agreed to watch it with you, and of course, he loved it. you were watching the episode where edwina left anthony at the altar, and you were hooked even though you had already watched the show a countless amount of times. you felt a pair of eyes boring into the side of your head, and looked up to see chris staring at you, disregarding the show in front of him. “chris? are you okay?” you asked him. “i love you.” he blurted out. “what?” you were shocked. those three words were the last thing you expected to come from chris’ mouth. “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just needed you to know.” you reached up and pressed your lips against his. “i love you too chris.” you both smiled at each other and kissed once more.

all the good memories made you yearn for chris, but you know nothing will ever be the same. he’s not your chris anymore, he’s someone else entirely. he had made himself a stranger to you.

once you get home, you pull into the driveway and get out. you’re shaking with anxiety at this point. you notice the door is unlocked, so you turn the handle and walk inside. you can hear the tv going in chris’ room, so you know he’s in there. you shakily exhale before stepping inside. you immediately make a beeline for the closet, not bothering to look at chris.

“you’re back already, huh?” he speaks up. you ignore him as you rifle through the closet until you find your overnight bag. you throw it on the bed as you take as many clothes as you can carry and shove them into it. “y/n, what are you doing?” chris asks nervously. “i’m leaving chris. you don’t want my help that’s fine, but you can’t expect me to just stand and watch as you fall apart. i can’t do that.” you can’t even look at him because you know you’ll break once you do.

“baby” he begins as he makes his way towards you. “baby look at me please.” chris reaches out and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth. you can’t help yourself and look up into his blue eyes. the same ones you fell in love with, and for a moment, you saw a glimpse of the sweet boy you fell in love with. “i didn’t mean anything i said. it was so stupid of me to tell you to leave. i love you so much. i’ll do anything to keep you. i’ll get clean and i promise i’ll do better. i’ll be a better man for you just please don’t leave.” chris begins to beg. you don’t want to give in to his empty promises, but you can’t help yourself. you love him too much to leave. “promise?” you ask weakly. “i promise baby, i’ll never hurt you again, i swear.” he complies. you smile at him before leaning up to capture his lips with yours. after a while, he breaks away. “you know i love you, even if i get aggressive sometimes, yeah? i’m just not good at showing it, but you know i love you. you know that right, y/n?” you want to believe him so badly, but deep down you know that this is just the beginning of the cycle you’ve found yourself trapped in for months. you’re just waiting for it to get bad again. “yeah i know baby.” you tell him softly, not even believing your own words. chris smiles slightly before kissing you again. to be honest, chris doesn’t believe himself either, but he wants to try, for you. and if everything goes south again, then it’s a good thing you’re pretty when you cry.

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Make You Beg

Ettore X Prison Nurse Reader X Will (Salad Days)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 2736

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A/N: Not me writing the filthiest thing I can imagine with two minor characters. This is purely self-indulgent.

Warnings: Ettore is his own warning, mentions of physical violence, blood, Dubcon , biting, scratching, predatory behaviors, hair pulling, mentions of pain, some sub/dom behaviors, degradation, fingering, oral sex male receiving, PinV unprotected, rough sex, deepthroating, crying, humiliation and praising.

"Again?" You sigh as your favorite frequent flyer, Will, shuffles into your exam room with yet another bloody lip and possible broken nose.

"What can I say? I missed ya. " he chuckles as he makes his way to the gurney on the left.

You put your hand up to the guard that brought him as he goes to handcuff him to the gurney.

"That isn't necessary. Will here won't give me any problems" You smile at Will, you have been through this with him many times and have built a friendly rapport. You trust him to behave.

"It isn't you that I'm concerned about" the guard laughs heartily, as another guard walks in with an inmate you haven't seen before.

The inmate has clear injuries to his mouth but would still be lesser priority than Will.

Will rolls his eyes and audibly groans. "This fucking nonce"

The other inmate lunges toward him, the guard grappling him to the floor.

"Cut it out!" The guard yells authoritatively, the inmate on the ground immediately stops struggling, allowing the guard to get him back to his feet.

You shriek as you jump back. "Should we even have them both in here at the same time?"

"They will be fine as long as this one can learn to shut his gob," the guard by Will says as he latches Will's arm to the metal post of the gurney.

You move to the second inmate as he is also latched to his gurney. "Ettore," the guard next to him says. "Watch out with this one he is a....... just watch out"

You look at the two guards with confusion as they move toward the door. "Where are you going?!" Your voice is laced with panic. You have never been left alone with an inmate, let alone two.

"The fight they started devolved. It's all hands on deck. They are hooked tight. You'll be fine. I will come back as soon as possible"

"Surely you are joking?" You whimper slightly as the two guards leave the room, closing the door quietly behind them.

When you turn back around, you see your two patients. Each handcuffed to their gurney. Will looking over at Ettore, hatred etched across his face while Ettore stares directly at you. Tilting his head slightly to the side as his eyes wander up and down your form.

"Right. Ummm, " You nervously wipe your palms on your thighs trying to quell the nausea creeping its way up your throat. "Will seems to have more injuries, so I should tend to him first"

You nervously move toward Will while trying to position your body so that you don't entirely turn your back on Ettore.

"I wouldn't let him hurt ya, ya gotta know tha" Will smiles at you from his place on the gurney, his voice soft and sweet.

"No offense, but you let him hurt you pretty good." You chuckle as you start to dab away the blood on his lower lip with a cotton ball.

"Yeah, well, that's different. Two blokes throwing blows. Not the same thing as an animal like that coming after a lass. " You can hear Ettore grumble from across the room, his handcuffs clacking against the metal bar of the gurney.

"Will," you say warningly "remember, watch your words. I don't want any further trouble with you two."

"You know what he's in here for?" He asks, making your stomach turn. You don't know and don't want to know.

"You're all in here for something, hardly my business, to know what" You finish tending to his lip and start to clean around his eye.

"I robbed a post office. Then beat my best friend half to death over a girl that never even liked me. I'm an idiot. Not an animal. " You stay silent and continue to tend to his wounds. You had always wondered how he found himself in here. He was scrappy, but he was so sweet.

"He is an entirely different beast." He motions toward Ettore, who simply scoffs.

You swallow nervously. Between the comments from the guard, Will's analysis and Ettore's lecherous gaze you had an inkling of what type of "beast" Ettore might be, making the fact that you have to treat him all the more daunting.

"I'm here to heal, not judge. Now sit back. " You push Will back against The gurney by the shoulder so you can inspect his nose further.

"You have such a handsome face. You really should stop getting punched in it. " You move to set his nose, and he grunts.

"Think I'm handsome, do ya? He wiggles his eyebrows at you and smirks.

You blush and pat his shoulder. "Nose should heal up fine."

You turn and walk towards Ettore, your stomach dropping.

"Hello Ettore, let's take a look at that mouth ok?" You take his chin in your hand and angle his face upward and can't help but notice the goosebumps that ripple across his skin at your touch.

Swallowing deeply, you gently ease his mouth open with your thumb and use your little flashlight to peer inside. "Doesn't look like any teeth were knocked loose or anything like that so you should be fine."

You move to leave his bedside, but his hand shoots up and holds your wrist tightly. "Ettore....." You attempt to sound intimidating so you could assert your authority over him.

"Oi!, let her go!" Will yells from the other side of the room, his cuffs jangling wildly against the metal bar of his gurney.

Ettore pulls you down roughly toward his face and sniffs into your hair with deep, long controlled breaths.

You stay very still, your mind telling you to run but unable to respond physically. Frozen in place while Ettore continued to sniff you.

He clamps his hand tighter still on your wrist as he grips the hand cuff with his other hand pulling tightly until the gurney bar snaps out of place.

Your breath hastens as you hear the light jingle of him sliding the handcuff down and off the bar before bringing his newly freed hand to the back of your head gripping your hair tight and pulling your head back.

You can feel the harsh thump of your heart beating in your chest as he drags his nose down the length of your neck, breathing in deeply. You can still faintly hear the sounds of Will struggling against his confinement on the other side of the room as Ettore begins to speak quietly.

"Do I excite you?" He asks as he nips at your neck. You feel a burning heat building in your core. You know you shouldn't. This is a bad man. A man that you should not be anywhere near. Yet you gently nod your head as he smirks at you.

"Hey! Let her alone!" Will desperately attempts to free himself to no avail. The desperation evident in his tone.

Ettore bites into your neck harshly, and you can't help but squeak. "Mmmm," he grumbles into your neck. Shivers of pleasure and fear make their way down your throat and down the length of your spine. He gently licks at the marks he left, the stinging sensation further adding to the heat building in your core.

Will's struggling is echoing throughout the room, and his desperate pleas pull at your heartstrings, seemingly breaking the spell Ettore has cast upon you. You pull yourself away from Ettore and stumble backward a few steps.

Your brain telling you to put as much distance between him and you as possible, your body begging you to return to him.

Ettore looks at you with curiosity and then smirks, swinging his legs over the side of the gurney.

You turn and walk back to Will quickly. "You alright?" He reaches out and gently touches your cheek before turning his head towards Ettore, who is now stalking over to you.

"Let her alone!" Will wraps his free arm around you, clutching you toward his chest. His heart beating loudly against his rib cage. The feeling comforting.

Ettore wraps his arms around your midsection, pulling you towards him while Will swings at him wildly with his free arm.

"I swear I'll kill ya!" He yells, desperately pulling against his restrained wrist.

"She don't want that..... do ya?" Ettore strokes his hand down the side of your body, lightly grazing over every curve and dip, until he reaches the waistband of your scrubs and quickly brings his hand to your heat.

Pleasure shoots straight through your body all the way down to a pleasant tingle in your toes at the touch.

"No," you just barely whisper, leaning your head back against Ettore's shoulder.

Will's mouth drops open in shock. "What?"

He watches as Ettore rubs at your pearl in circles, your head leaning back against his shoulder, your muffled whimpers growing in volume.

A satisfied smirk crosses Ettore's face as he continues pleasuring you while his gaze is fixed on Will.

"Want more?" He growls in your ear, his never-ending staring contest with Will still raging on.

"Yes," you moan more than whisper desperate for more of the delicious friction his hand was providing. Ettore bends you over the gurney, your chest pushed down into a stunned Will's lap. He makes quick work of your scrubs and panties, bringing his hand to the back of your head and yanking you up by the hair.

"Look at him," Ettore growls as he shoves a finger into your cunt, pumping it furiously. "Make him beg for some"

You lift your eyes to meet Will's while wanton moans escape your lips.

Will brings his hand down to your face and gently strokes your cheek with his fingertips. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. The praise going straight to your heat.

Ettore removes his fingers from you and pulls his own pants down to his mid thighs stroking himself a few times before roughly grasping your hips and shoving his cock inside you all the way to the hilt.

You scream at the sudden intrusion, the pain mixing with pleasure as you feel yourself split open on his girthy length.

"Shhh shhh, you're ok," Will gently coos as Ettore starts to pound into you furiously. Dragging his free hand down your back, his fingernails digging into the skin like an animal marking its territory.

You emit a sound somewhere between a painful screech and a moan while Will takes your face in his hand. Like you were made of glass, his tender touch mixing with the raw animalistic touch of Ettore, causing a swirling of pleasure to radiate up through your stomach.

Will shifts on the gurney, adjusting himself, trying to hide his growing bulge as he watches Ettore take you, all the while providing you with tender words and caresses.

Your mouth hangs open as Ettore roughly drags his cock against your walls battering your insides with reckless abandon. Your eyes connected to Will's as he wipes the tears that stream down your face.

Ettore reaches up and once again grips your hair, yanking your head back.

"You're a little fucking whore aren't ya?" His breathing is labored, each of his thrusts somehow seeming harsher than the last.

"Yes, yes," you whimper your mind blank and fully submissive.

"Then act like one," he grunts as he shoves your head down harshly, your face pushed up against the erection hidden within Will's trousers.

Will looks at Ettore with anger lacing his face.

"You don't have to do anything for me. Don't worry about me. " he pushes Ettore's hand away from the back of your head and caresses the recently abused area with a gentle touch.

"I ... I want to" your voice bounces as Ettore continues to slam into you from behind the skin on your ass going numb from the repeated skin to skin smacking.

"Uhh..." Will's voice is unsteady as you bring your hand up to his bulge, gripping his length over his trousers. He closes his eyes and groans at the pressure, shocks of electricity traveling up his spine.

You pull at the trousers and Will lifts himself up for a moment allowing you to get them down enough to free his cock.

"Only if this is what you want" He says breathlessly as he grips his length tightly the angry red tip leaking pre cum.

"Fuck!" Ettore growls loudly from behind you digging his fingernails into your skin. "Do it you little fucking whore."

At Ettore's demand you take the tip of Will's cock into your mouth swirling your tongue around the tip moaning as you taste the pre cum that has begun to collect there. "Shitttt," Will moans as he pushes your hair out of your face, giving him a better view of you with his cock in your mouth.

Ettore's thrusts grow harder forcing Will's cock further into your mouth as he begins to involuntarily buck his hips. "You're so fucking pretty, so pretty" Will moans stroking the back of your head gently as Ettore's cock continues to roughly spear your cunt and Will's cock batters the back of your throat being pushed further and further until you struggle for oxygen.

Ettore grabs at your ass digging his fingers into the skin before bringing his hand around your hip and rubbing furiously at your pearl.

"Cum you dumb slut. I want to feel you clench around my cock as I fill you up" he snarls like an animal in heat leaning down and biting into the soft skin of your back.

you whimper at the demand and the pain, feeling your climax creep up closer and closer, unable to do anything but succumb to his wishes.

"Let go beautiful," Will whispers pleasure etched across his strong features, his thrusts into your eager mouth growing sloppier by the second.

With his gentle words and Ettore's rough touch, your orgasm wracks your entire frame. You moan loudly in pleasure, eyes rolling back, and legs nearly buckling beneath you.

You hear a loud grunt from behind you as Ettore empties himself into you, his fingernails again digging into the plush flesh of your hips.

Will thrusts into your mouth twice more before he whimpers releasing a salty stream of cum down your throat before collapsing back on the gurney.

Ettore pulls himself from your quivering walls and pulls up his trousers quickly, moving back to his gurney and plopping himself down with a satisfied huff.

Will slowly pulls his softening cock from your mouth pulling your face up towards him and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You alright?" He asks as he rubs your back soothingly.

You're too winded to speak and can only absent-mindedly nod towards him. He fixed his trousers before leaning over and helping you pull your own bottoms up.

"C'mere," he coos, pulling you onto the gurney with him cuddling you with his free arm.

"You did so good. So, so good, baby. " he kisses your shoulder and gently rubs your hip where Ettore had dug into your flesh.

You jump from the gurney quickly as you hear the deep voices of the guards nearing the door. Running over to Ettore and sliding his cuff back onto the metal bar of the gurney and popping it in place, hoping they wouldn't notice that it is broken.

You fix your hair as quick as you can and wipe the tears out from under your eyes as the door swings open.

"Everything go alright in here?" one of the guards asks, hardly looking at you before moving over to Ettore and unlocking his cuff.

"Yes," you clear your throat, trying to make sure to hide any hint of your dazed and satisfied condition.

"They are both fine and cleared to go back to their cells." You wave your hand towards the door dismissively. Your ultimate goal is to get all of these men out of your exam room immediately.

Ettore is removed first. He says nothing just drags his eyes up and down your frame once more before being dragged out the door.

Will, on the other hand, smiles toward you as he is led out behind him.

"Next time I'm coming alone!" He yells just as the door closes.

You sit down in your chair winded, confused and aching.

"Next time?"

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[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||GhostFace!JongSang

Pairing: JongSang x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: MeanDom!Jongho, MeanDom!Yeosang, Sub!Reader, Cum Eating, Oral (Giving and Receiving), Cum Play, CNC, Throat Fucking, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex (Please Dont😀), Primal Play, Masked Sex, Phone Sex, Reader Is Being Watched…, Three Sum, Spit Roasting, Choking With A Belt🤪, Restraints, Degradation, Name Calling (Whore, Slut..), If I Missed Anything👀👀…Lemme Know!

A/N: Can you believe we got one more slasher fic to go then Slashtober is over?!? I hope yall enjoyed these fics as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. I couldn’t hold myself back on this one, I was trying to hold it till tomorrow but excitement got the best of me. I apologize for the person I became when I wrote this🤪🫣.

Slashtober Masterlist

The last to move in was Kang Yeosang, and Choi Jongho, the quietest men out of the neighbors. Both resembling Gods, when they came into the neighborhood you couldn’t help but want to know their names. When the moving truck pulled into town, you and Wooyoung fought your way to the truck wanting to both introduce yourselves, getting an eye full of both men, in tank tops, sweating through them leaving very little to the imagination, your voice got caught in your throat. Wooyoung laughed and snickered saying how you embarrassed yourself while you reminded him that he literally almost leeched his body onto Yeosang and Jongho. Every morning you saw them you waved to them, knowing that they were the type of men who preferred being left alone. Yet you couldn’t possibly leave them without giving them some kind of polite gesture.

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Your house was quiet Sunday night, deciding to call it a night early you got yourself tucked into bed, turning your phone on do not disturb. You let sleep take over your body. Not even 20 minutes into your peaceful slumber your phone came off of dnd, irritation lacing your mood, you picked up your phone to see who could be calling you, an unknown number? Not even bothering with it, laying your phone back down you tuck yourself back into bed. Your phone goes off again, and again. Getting fed up, you answer your phone.

“What?!” You yell out clearly annoyed that this number continued bothering you. You can hear breathing into the phone, rolling your eyes as you hang up. Placing your phone back down. When your phone goes off again. You answer it and hang up. Getting more irritated, throwing your covers off you make your way to your kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water when your phone lights up again, answering it but not speaking just yet. You can hear movement on the other line.

“What do you want?!” You say with an attitude lacing your tone. A deep chuckle makes you place your glass down. Putting your phone on speaker and placing it on the counter.

“I just wanted to see what you were doing baby.” A deep voice says, your eyes get big, slightly scared you go to hit the end button when the voice speaks up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” The voice on the phone says, confusing you. When a hand wraps around your mouth, pulling your body effortlessly against his chest. You scream even though it is muffled by this person's gloved hand. As you are trying to peel this person's hand off of your mouth, you are trying to kick his legs, so you can get away from them. His other hand grabs your waist pulling you close to his body, hard cock rubbing against your ass cheeks. Closing your eyes tightly you jerk harder in his grasp. When a deep chuckle is heard through the phone once more.

“Go ahead and fuck her. I know the little bitch is wet.” Gripping your throat, Jongho bends you over the kitchen counter, his bricked cock nesting between your ass cheeks. Your face comes in contact with the cool surface of your kitchen counter. Your body doesn’t even put up a fight, automatically bending to the will of the big man behind you, while the person on the phone laughs hysterically in your ears. With a voice so deep you’ve swore you’ve heard it before, the husk to the voice, the grit of the voice, yet you can’t put a finger on it because the only thoughts that are swirling your mind is how easily you are being manhandled, and how much you are enjoying it.

Running his gloved fingers from your belly button to your clit, he puts pressure on it, causing your body to let out a mewl. The man behind you lets out a chuckle, you can hear him undoing his belt, sliding it around your wrists, securing it to the faucet. Pressing his body on your back, keeping you in place with his body weight. You struggle to breath, a quiet moan slips out, the struggle in which he’s causing you turns him on more and more.

“Is that what you want? You want a big bad guy to come and fuck you?” He grunts into your ear, bucking his hips between your ass cheeks. You can get a good feel of his length, and not only is he thick, he’s long. How could you not want this? Maybe Mingi was right, maybe it was time to admit you were just as fucked up as they were.

Dropping to his knees, he shimmies your pajama shorts down, giving your ass a harsh slap making you yelp.

“No panties? My god..” he groans out. Gripping your ass cheeks, he spread them, getting a clear view of your moist cunt. Rubbing his gloved hand through your lips, collecting your slick on his fingers. Popping them in his mouth he savors the taste of you on his tongue. Hiking his mask up he dives tongue first into your cunt. Strong hands gripping your ass cheeks spreading them even further so he can get a better taste of you. He’s eating you like he’s a starved man, like this is the first meal he’s had in a long time, like he’s trying to eat you alive. Slurping your clit, his gloved hand comes and plunges in your warm walls. Letting out a moan you try to reach your hand back, forgetting that you are tied to the faucet. You want to slow him down from eating you out as you don’t want to cum just yet. Removing his hand from your ass cheek he hikes your leg up, tucking his hand behind your knee. Making his access to your cunt easier, he dives back in. The tip of his soft nose constantly brushing ain’t your clit with he tongue fucks your hole. Gripping the belt you try to stabilize yourself. The deep voice from the phone speaks once more…

“Tell me how much you are enjoying him eating that pretty pussy.”

Biting your lip you let your head fall to the cool counter. Trying your best to stabilize yourself.

“I-I love it.” You choke out, with your leg still cocked in the air, gripping the belt tighter you feel your orgasm beginning. The way he has his mouth wrapped around your clit, with his fingers deep in your cunt you hear white noise. Letting out a loud cry your body jerks with each suck he sends to your throbbing clit. Pulling back with a smack of his lips he stands up placing a hand over your eyes while pulling your head to the side, he squishes your mouth open.

“Stick your tongue out.” Rolling your tongue out with your mouth wide open and eyes still covered letting your life lay in this man’s hands. He lays his tongue flat against yours, letting you taste yourself. Pulling back with his hands still covering your eyes he adjusts his mask. Grabbing your tied wrists he undoes the belt, shoving your body on to the closest wall near you both. Reaching back to grab the phone, you notice the call is still continuing, your pussy clenches around nothing knowing that the person on the other line was just listening to you getting your pussy ate. Pulling his pants down, he runs his throbbing cock between your folds, sliding between them collecting as much slick as he can. Sliding through your folds once more he slides smoothly into your warm cunt. Wrapping a hand around your throat so your head cocks back…

“Oh baby, I’m about to completely destroy you.”

Hiking his hips up harshly, you slide up the wall with each deep stroke he delivers. Each hard thrust feels like a punch to your gut. He’s practically sliding in and out of your stomach.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you.” A deep voice groans out, gripping his cock tightly giving it a slow pump, as he hears the constant slapping of your skin on Jonghos leather pants. Juices dripping down them.

“He-he’s fucking me so hard.” You pant out, your chest pressing harder and harder against the wall.

“What else baby?”

“He's so deep in my cunt I can feel him brush over my spot.” You cry out to the voice on the other side of the phone. Yeosang spreads his legs further, spitting slightly on his hand. He starts to pump his cock again, trying to find the rhythm at which Jongho is fucking you. You bounce up and down on his cock, your ass smacking his clothed muscular thighs. Tipping your head back , you are soaking in all the pleasure this man is giving you. He’s a man of sharp actions, a man of skill, he’s using your body like you are his own personal flesh light.

His large arm wraps around your throat, his elbow bumping the wall in front of him, squeezing tighter as he pounds into you from behind, his heavy breath is in your ears. He’s got you in a headlock.

“Fuck baby, you can take more can’t you?” He grits out, the other voice on the phone line agrees with him. Your eyes roll back, head smacking against his shoulder. While your hand is still trying to tightly wrap around his arm that is around your throat. Alarms are going off in your head that if this person wanted to squeeze a bit tighter he could possibly kill you, yet the way he’s pounding into your cunt, and has you pressed against this wall you can't think properly. Grabbing the phone in a better grip, he holds it to your ear once more.

“Is he fucking you good?” A deep voice breathes out, you can hear the fapping of the person on the other line. The thought of them jacking off to you getting fucked makes your legs shake along with the way you are getting used. Wrapping his arm tighter around your throat, he runs his thumb over the back of your neck.

“Answer him baby, don’t make him wait.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, your mouth hangs open, trying to get out any word you can so you can answer the person on the line.

“Y-Yessss..” you drag out the S, the overwhelming feeling of Jonghos thick cockhead constantly brushing against your cervix mixing with the husky sounds that are leaving the person on the phone line bring you over the edge. Choking out a loud gasp, your toes curl while your nails dig into Jonghos clothes arm. Head smacking into his shoulder once more. Speeding his hips up, he continues to abuse that spongy spot not giving you a chance to breath. Tears fill your eyes with how powerful his thrusts are, he’s fucking you into oblivion.

“Please pleas-please.” You hiccup out, the voice on the line coos at you.

“You can give us another can’t you? Be a good girl and give him another. Or matter of fact, maybe you wanna give me one.” He breathes heavily into the phone, you hear the line go dead, the person behind you slows his hips down. Slowly stroking into you, but with strokes so deep your body hikes up the wall with each thrust. Loosening his arm around your neck, he lets your body completely depend on the wall to hold you up. His hands come down to your hips, slamming you down harshly on his cock. Your face smushed against the cool wall, drool is pouring out of your lips. You are beyond gone at this rate. You are convinced with the last orgasm your bones have melted and turned into pudding.

Completely stopping his movements, he pulls you off of his cock. Cradling your body so you slowly slide down to the floor, your skin brushes the cool floor. Letting out a small hiss you turn over on your back, head thumping against the floor as you lay sprawled out. The mask man above you lets out a small chuckle, while he is masked you can hear the light chipper chuckle that leaves him. He stands over your body, thick legs on each side of you with his cock still standing strong and tall against his clothed stomach, wrapping his hand around his cock, he jerks off above you slowly. The moonlight catches onto his torso, he’s huge. His shoulders are broad, and his legs are thick, his hands are veiny and strong. No doubt he could choke you out with ease with them. You are still out of breath from your orgasm, your naked chest heaves up and down, with each exhale your breast jiggle slightly catching Jonghos eye.

Speeding his hand up to match the rhythm of your breathing he is close to his orgasm, hand beating his wet cock faster and faster. He's towering over you, looking down upon you. Under his mask his eyes are taking in your naked frame over and over again, the way your nipples pebble because of the cool breeze, the way your breasts jiggle with each breath, the way you look at him through clouded eyes, you are sin on a platter. You are the fruit of temptation and every single person in the neighborhood wanted their own bite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jongho pants out shooting his load over your naked body, you see his legs tense as he cums all over your laid out naked frame. His load hitting all over your chest, some landing on the bottom half of your face, some even landing on the kitchen floor. Tucking himself away in his pants he crouches down to be eye to eye with you. Gathering some of his cum off your chest, he taps your lips, painting his orgasm all over them, letting him do so you look at him with wide eyes. You’ve never been used so carelessly like this, like you are simply a throw away. Your pussy clenched around nothing, from his peripheral vision he can see your thighs clench. Shaking his head back and forth, he hands up, placing one of his black boots on your stomach, your body riddles with nerves.

“He's coming to find you in 10.” He speaks out, mask muffling his voice. Trying to come down from your orgasmic trance you blink rapidly trying to come back to reality.

“Who?” You whisper out. Rubbing your thighs together, moving his foot he kicks your thighs open. Placing the tip of his boot merrily inches away from your cum soaked cunt. He drags his eyes down your body before looking back up at you. Titling his head to the side, your body freezes with shock. With such a small gesture your nerves spike.

“Run.”

Trying to gather your body off the floor the best way you can, you scramble to get up, legs still feeling like over cooked noodles. You stand fully, taking off to any and everywhere in your house. Avoiding your bedroom, this time. You can hear that masked man counting down in your home.

“10…!….9!…8!…” as he’s counting you are still trying your best to find where to hide, opting to stick yourself in your hallway closet, quietly shutting it. You hear a change of voice counting you the count down, the same exact voice you heard over the phone. Yet you hear nobody enter or exit your home. Was he here the whole time?!

“7…! 6…!…5!…” you hear the heavy footsteps of the deep voice man making his way through your home. The sounds of his footsteps lead away from where you are. Your adrenaline is high, your chest is covered with sticky cum, while your ass naked running through your home. This isn’t how you expected to spend your Sunday night yet here you are. Your house gets eerily quiet, putting a hand over your mouth and nose to try to regulate your breathing. Not wanting to make too much noise to give away where you are.

“You know the most common places to hide in a home are the closets. Because I’m feeling nice, I’ll let you move to another location. I’ll even pause the counting.” His deep voice tells through the quiet home. The rasp in it bounces down the empty halls, settling right in your ear. Looking for anything in the closet to wear you find an oversized jacket, quietly sliding it on your body, you decide you are going to make a quiet run for it out of your home. Cracking the closet open quietly. You quickly dash to the front door, sprinting as quietly as possible with your hand still covering your mouth. As you get the door opened and unlocked you look over your shoulder making sure he’s not behind you, flinging the door open you turn and run right into the hard chest of the other masked man. His arms wrap tightly around your body, while a hand behind you wraps around the hand that’s covering your mouth. You feel a broad chest stand behind you. Crushing you between both masked men.

“Boo.” The one with the deepest voice says, clearly calculating your next move, your hand darts out to smack him, before you can even lift your hand he has it pinned to the broad man standing behind you.

“Wrong move baby.”

Throwing you hand back down, he grabs the zipper to the top of your coat, zipping it down slowly so your body is on display for him, his gloved hands come up and twist your nipple, your mouth lets out a loud gasp, while the moan is muffled behind your own hand, and Jonghos hand it still can be heard loudly. Jerking your body back against his own, Yeosang flicks his head to Jongho signaling him to move back so he can step in the house. He grabs your waist dragging your body back into the home. Lifting you off the ground like you are nothing but a paper weight to him.

“Trying to make a run for it, pretty girl?” Yeosang enters the home. Closing it behind him. Walking slowly, he inches his ways toward you, while he is not as wide as the man holding you, you can see how muscular he is, the man is built like a Greek God. Shaking your head from side to side, trying to convince him that you weren’t going to go anywhere.

“You know I do hate liars.” He grits out beneath his mask, nodding his head. Jongho removes his glove-covered hand from your mouth, your own hand drops from your mouth, your face is slick with spit, your chest is heaving.

“I sw-swe..” before you can even finish your sentence, Yeosang grips your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks together, cutting off your sentence. Letting out a deep breath behind the mask, he smacks his lips. His thumb drags over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it go. Both of his hands wander down to your throat, clutching it in a way you think he’s going to choke the life out of you, putting slight pressure on your neck. You let out a choked breath.

“Oh, we do have a slut on our hands.” He says through a chuckle. Gripping your throat a little tighter a quiet moan falls past your lips. Bringing his masked face closer to yours, your nose brushed against the plastic.

“Do you understand I could choke you out right here, and leave your pretty little limp body on this floor.” Biting your lip you nod your head, panting out onto the plastic that’s covering his face. His thumb pulls your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

“I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do with you…I could fuck you so hard all you’ll remember is the feeling of each orgasm I give you. Or I could fuck you with in a inch of your life, pretty girl.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip once more, heavy in thought of what he was going to do to you. Smacking his lips, he wraps his hands around your throat again, choking you.

“Because you lied to me, and tried to make a run for it. I think me and my friend here will fuck you with in an inch of your life.”

Tossing your body on the floor, you hit it with a thud, the jacket being a barrier between you and the cool floor.

Unbuckling his belt, he slides it off with one swift motion. The men separate the one with the deepest voice standing at the bottom of your feet while the other stands above your head. Kicking your legs open, you let your eyes travel over the other masked man. You notice he’s brick hard in his pants. You wonder if he ever got the chance to cum while he was listening in on you getting your pussy ate. Yeosang walks to the side of your body putting his boot under you back, kicking you over so you are on your stomach. Putting his boot on your back so you stay lowered on the ground. Jongho laughs sinisterly, lowering himself in a squat so he comes closer to your eyes. Gripping your head, he holds it up while Yeosang tosses the belt he pulled off earlier to him. Wrapping the belt around your neck, he gives it an experimental tug. A loud moan leaves your mouth. Clearly embarrassed by how turned on you are, you try to lower your head, clearly amused by your actions Jongho pulls on the belt yanking your head back up so you remain in eye contact with his mask.

“I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone sluttier then you. If only you could see yourself.”

Jongho says through a laugh, Yeosang makes his way to your lower half, kicking your legs open, he puts his boot right near your cunt, nudging it lightly. You close your eyes and try to bite back a moan.

“Oh my god!” Jongho says laughing, pulling the belt even higher so your body is slightly more off the ground. Yeosang nudges his boot against your cunt again, as if your body is on autopilot you grind your cunt on his boot trying to get as much stimulation as you can.

“She really is a slut. You know what you are, pretty girl?” Grabbing the belt tighter he brings his face closer to yours.

“You are a pretty hole for everyone to fuck, and for everyone to use.” Blinking at him with desire in your eyes, you can feel your slick leave your body and start to run on Yeosangs boot. You feel the heat of embarrassment prick your skin like a million needles. But you can’t ignore the fact of how turned on you are by his degrading words.

“Nothing to say huh?” Yeosang says while you continue to grind on the tip of his boot. Looking up at Jongho with big tear stained eyes, you open your mouth to say something but your head is empty of any thoughts. All your body screams is pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

“What’s in that pretty head?” Yeosang says, bringing his boot against you to match your actions. Blinking at Jongho once more you bite your lip before answering.

“I-I wanna cum..” you whisper out thoughtlessly. While you can’t see it, you can feel the chill run through your blood. You know behind those masks both of them are smiling. Dropping to his knees and swiftly undoing his pants Yeosangs cock springs free, pulling your hips up so you are on all fours. Jongho lowers himself so it’s easier for you to suck his cock. Running his cock between your folds, he gathers all the arousal he can before roughly sliding into your cunt. Yeosang starts off at a slow but hard pace. Making sure you feel every thrust he’s delivering to you.

Grabbing the belt around your neck, Jongho undoes his pants once more, shimmying them down his cock springs free smacking you across the lips. Running a hand over your head, he grips the back of it with his hand still tightly wrapped around the belt.

“Open your mouth pretty girl.” Letting your mouth fall open you try to relax your jaw as much as you can, with Yeosangs deep thrusts it’s hard to loosen your jaw because all you wanna do is bite down on your lip to hold in your moans from the pleasure he’s delivering to you. He easily slides his cock in your mouth, immediately hitting the back of your throat. As he hits the back of it Yeosang thrusts forward harshly, causing Jonghos cock to go even further down your throat. Letting out a gurgling noise Jongho reels his hips back, pistoning his hips in and out of your mouth, not caring about being delicate, they were using your body just for their pleasure. While Yeosang continues to slam up in your cunt, Jongho would power drive his cock down your throat. Creating a perfect bouncing effect between the two of them. Saliva pooled around your mouth, dripping on the floor, your arms were starting to get sore from being in the position, one hand goes to hold onto Jonghos strong thigh that is contracting every time he’s in your mouth. Just as both of their thrust begin to get sloppy. Yeosang reaches over, gripping the belt that’s around your throat, pulling it up so your head is held higher, while your throat tenses at the new angle you can’t help but let your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Where is that attitude you had when you answered the phone? Hm? Where is it?” Yeosang grits out through clenched teeth, tilting his head back as he is close to reaching his peak. Pulling the belt tighter, with each thrust up he pulls your body back down by the belt causing you to bounce up and take Jonghos cock further down your throat. Gurgling noises leave you, with your eyes full of unshed tears, you look up at Jongho, you see his head tilted back, clearly enjoying your warm, wet mouth on his cock. Pulling the belt once more you bounce harder on his cock, resulting in Yeosang dropping the belt, pulling his cock out and letting out a deep breath.

“Sit up on your knees.” He grits out quickly, wrapping his gloved hand around his cock, he stands up, Jongho slips out of your mouth, rising to his feet as well. Balancing your weight on your knees you look up at both of them sticking your tongue out, both of them let quickly stroke their cocks before cumming all over your face, some landing on your chest, some of it getting on your lower belly. You are painted in their cum, you happily accept their cum all over you, swallowing down their mixture that landed on your tongue. With their piercing gazes through the mask, they both look at each other before looking back at you tilting their heads to the side. A chill runs through your body.

“Run.” They both say at the same time, scraping your body off the floor once more. You make a dash for another hiding spot within your home.

~

As the boys gather around Wooyoungs computer they watch as your naked, cum covered body runs through your house frantically looking for a place to hide. While Jongho and Yeosang converse quietly amongst themselves. Turning around, Jongho locks eyes with the camera that is tucked away in your kitchen. Walking close to it, he lifts his mask smiling into it knowing that at least one of them is watching.

“Enjoy the show.” He whispers into the camera.

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Sarah I’m sad so can you make me even more sad? But with Harry plz🥺

Hiii babes!! I’m sorry you’re sad but I hope you enjoy this? Also remember you asked me for this so like I don’t wanna hear no complaining okay? I’m kidding you can yell at me if you want it’s fine😂💖

A/N: Harry is always there when you need him but this might be one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, enjoy this super short but not very sweet Harry blurb✨

Harry smiles at a few people as he walks through the venue, giving a nod of acknowledgment at some familiar faces who shoot him a friendly wave from their seats when he walks by. He stops in front of a table that has a giant bouquet of flowers on it, but these aren’t just any flowers these are the flowers that you spent a good two weeks trying to find someone that could make an arrangement out of that didn’t look too tacky or boring because you had a vision in your head and refused to settle so Harry quickly pulls the crystal vase a little to the left so it’s perfectly center before he continues on his way. As he turns the corner so he’s facing a long hallway he suddenly gets hit with the memory of the two of you initially touring this venue, he didn’t think it was the one because to be honest it left a bit to be desired but he knew the moment he saw you standing in the middle of the empty space with that smile on your face, the one that makes the crinkles by your eyes appear that you loved it.

You told him what you imagined the space to look like on the big day and while at the time he couldn’t really see it, now that he’s walking through it he can’t imagine this day taking place anywhere else. The lighting is warm but not too warm that everything looks yellow, it’s just the right amount of warmth that makes everything feel a bit cozier while the floor to ceiling windows allow the soft green of the hills of California to be the perfect backdrop to what’s about to happen in just a few minutes. Harry knows that you’ll be happy with how everything has turned out, that what you envisioned in your head all those months ago has come to life and he can’t wait to see your face when you get to see it all for the first time. He’s been with you every step of the way throughout this whole process but that’s to be expected given his role in your life, he wouldn’t have it any other way or well he would possibly change a thing or two if he could go back in time but sadly he can’t so he takes what he can get with a smile on his face.

He looks down at his watch on his right wrist and lets out a deep sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, careful not to be too rough since he did spend a good amount of time making sure it looked decent after putting on his suit an hour ago. He walks a little further down the hallway until he finds the door he’s looking for, Harry pauses for a moment and closes his eyes and takes a few calming breathes before opening his eyes then he lifts a hand up and knocks twice before putting his hand on the doorknob.

“Love?” He pokes his head in when he doesn’t get a response to his knocks after a few moments and when he doesn’t see you he raises an eyebrow as he fully enters the room, closing the door behind him. “Are you dress-”

“Oh thank god.” Harry feels the all too familiar tiny stabbing feeling in his heart the moment you walk out of the bathroom and into the dressing room that was clearly once just an office the venue has tried to turn into a bridal suite. “Can you zip me up please?” You ask with a slight look of panic making Harry snap out of his trance as you turn around giving him access to the zipper and it’s in this moment he is secretly happy this isn’t the first time he’s seeing you in your dress because if it was he feels like he wouldn’t be much use to anyone let alone trying to help you get zipped up.

“How’re the nerves?” You just shrug as Harry finishes zipping you up and gives you a once over in the mirror the two of you are standing in front of. “No cold feet or anything?” He asks and it’s not like he’s expecting you to say yes or anything because Harry knows for a fact you’ve been looking forward to this day for quite a while.

“Nope my feet are actually a bit too warm if I’m being honest.” Harry just smiles at your silly excuse of a joke while you turn around so you’re facing him and in true you fashion your hands instantly go up and start adjusting his suit collar and bow tie. “You won’t let me fall right? Won’t let me trip over my own two feet or anything?” You question and it’s in this very moment that the overwhelming reality of his current situation really sets in for Harry, he is about to walk his bestfriend who he’s been hopelessly in love with for as long as he can remember down the aisle to get married to someone that’s not him.

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Snowball Continues Rolling

Somi Fucktoy, which was actually the snowball effect part two! Rough sex continues here.

Length 2.1K

Somi X Mreader

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"I can do it all you know, baby. Just let me show you. You can use my ass if you want or- or facefuck me." Somi says as she remains duck taped to the chair. Her coat was open, allowing you to look at her heavy breasts and wet cunt. A desperate desire can be heard in her voice. You stand there debating your options, your original plan backfired, and Somi's gone over the deep end. You can't help but get aroused by Somi's body, and she takes notice. "Come on; I know you want me to, baby. I can see your bulge; just let me help you.". Somi opens her mouth; her tongue sticks out as she looks up at you. 

"No, Somi. You're married, remember?"

"I can't go back to him. What if we just have fun when he's not around? Please baby, I-I just need someone to take care of my urges when he's gone." Somi replies, trying to bargain with you. You see her struggle against her restraint, trying to free herself. 

"Somi, we can't." You reply, tired of the conversation.

"Baby, please. I-I can be your fucktoy, your cumdump, whatever. I just need you-"

"Somi, give it a rest." You say as you take a seat. 

"I-I'll tell my husband you fucked me!" She yells at you in desperation. "Y-yeah, that's right, I'll tell him!"

You debate whether it would be better for him to find out rather than try to hide it. The fallout from this would be more trouble than you needed at the moment. "Fine." You say, annoyed that you have to agree. Hearing your answer, Somi stops struggling.

She smiles, "really?"

"Yes, but there'll be a few conditions. First, this is only when he's gone. The moment he comes back to the country, I'm gone—no more. Secondly, not a word to anyone, and you'll follow my lead. Am I understood?"

"Yes! Yes! I just need your cock; I'll do whatever you say." You let out a deep breath at her answer; standing up, you remove your clothes before approaching Somi. "Oh, you want to start now, baby?" 

"Shut up." You grab Somi's head and shove your cock in her mouth. The less talking, the better. Somi eagerly gets to work; her lips wrap around the shaft while her wet tongue rubs against the underside. You thrust, feeling your cock hit the back of her throat. Somi's muffled moans are still audible, and you watch as she rubs her legs together, her thighs quickly becoming slick with her nectar as she finally gets what she wants. You press Somi forward, holding her in place. While she slowly runs out of breath, you feel her tongue lap at the sides of your shaft. Soon enough, though, you feel her try to pull away. "Isn't this what you wanted, Somi? I said you'll follow my lead." Looking down at Somi, you see tears start to well up in her eyes, but she nods. You start thrusting again, the small moments in which she can, Somi uses to catch her breath. Her saliva coats your cock as well as her mouth and chin. Any makeup she had is ruined. 

Deciding to let her actually catch her breath, you start pulling out, leaving just the tip in her mouth. Somi suckles on it, her tongue lazily swirling around the tip. She gives the head of your cock small kisses. "I love your cock." She says with spit running down her face. "Doesn't my mouth feel good?" She says in a rhetorical question. "Just imagine, we'll be doing this all day, every day." You cut Somi off by pushing past her lips and filling her mouth once more. You can feel your orgasm slowly building. Thrusting quickly, you take in the sounds of Somi's occasional gagging. You can feel her tongue extend down to your balls as she tries her best to lick them. Getting closer to your orgasm Somi feels your cock throbbing in her mouth and gets excited. She starts bobbing her head, taking as much as possible. 

"I'm going to cum, Somi." You fill Somi's mouth with the thick sticky liquid not a second later. Somi tries her best to drink it all, but you deny her by pulling out mid-way and giving her a facial. Somi sticks her tongue out as your semen shoots onto her face forcing her eyes shut. It runs down her messy face onto her tits. Somi can't help but laugh almost deliriously, "That tasted so good, baby!" With her cum covered face, you decide to untie Somi so she can see what she's become. 

Once free, Somi drops her coat, leaving her in nothing but a pair of heels. "How do you want me, baby?" You grab Somi by her hair and take her to the bathroom. "You're so rough today; I love it." You force Somi to look into the bathroom mirror. Her eyes go wide as she looks at herself. 

"Look at yourself. Look at what you've become."

Somi's smile returns quickly as she takes in her new look. "A good cumdump for you." She responds. "A good cumdump that wants to be filled by her master." She says while spreading her cheeks to reveal her dripping wet pussy. "Come on, baby, fuck me. I want you to ruin me all over again." Your cock gets hard from her words, and you press it against her entrance. In one swift motion, you plunge your cock into Somi, stretching her tight pussy. "Fuck yes! Just like that baby." You pull Somi's hair as you start thrusting; her walls cling to your cock as you ram into her womb. Somi watches herself getting fucked and smiles.

"You're such a dirty whore!" You yell at her.

"I'm only a whore for you, baby. My body, mind, whatever you want, it's yours and only yours." She replies calmly, her words separated by moans. Your left-hand grabs Somi's breast, groping it roughly as you continue to slam your cock into her. The clapping of your bodies only turns her on as her moans grow louder. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock as Somi cums. Her nectar shoots out from her onto the sink and floor.  "Fuck me!" She screams as you continue fucking her. Somi rests her body on the sink, leaning forward and holding herself up. Somi can get a closer look at herself, and she kisses the mirror. "Mwah. She's such a whore for you, a good little cumdump who'll do anything you ask for." Somi says, speaking about herself as she looks into the mirror.

"Yeah. A fucking whore who gets fucked once and forgets about her husband." You respond. As you take her, your thrusts become rougher, making Somi's entire body jiggle. 

A tightening in your balls signals that your orgasm is coming soon. You start thrusting at a frantic pace, making Somi's moans grow louder as she feels your cock smash against her womb. Her knees begin to buckle, and you hold her up as you work like a piston, going in and out of her. "Cum inside me, baby. I need your cum inside." Somi cries as she holds onto the sink. 

"Is that what you want? So you can get pregnant and leave your husband?"

"Only if that's what you want, baby, I'll do it. I'll carry your baby." Somi moans, her walls clamp down on your cock as she cums again. She triggers your orgasm, and rope after rope of cum floods her womb and paints her walls white. "Yes baby! Fill my womb!" She yells, full of joy. You pull out of Somi slowly, watching cum drip from her pussy.

"Take a shower, Somi." You command. Somi waddles the few steps to the shower and sits down. You turn the water on for her and leave the room.

You watch Somi ride a dildo attached to the floor, her breasts bouncing vigorously. "This isn't as good as the real thing, baby." She whines. Months had gone by where you fucked her, silly. She rarely left the house, usually only to grab a few things from her place. Clothes weren't a need for her any longer; anytime you needed to get rid of stress, you'd fuck her, so she just stopped wearing clothes altogether. The only thing Somi did wear was a collar you got her with the words master's whore on it. You command Somi to come toward you; she stops fucking herself and immediately starts sucking your cock. Her husband had yet to return from his trip. Somi had stopped messaging him first, instead only responding when he sent a message. Right now, she typed something up while her tongue swirled around the head of your cock. She savored the taste of your precum, her tongue slowly lapping it all up. Somi then moved to the side of your cock, sliding her mouth up and down your shaft before doing the same to the other side. You tug on the collar catching Somi's attention. "Yes, baby?" She asks as she slaps her cheeks with your cock.

"I think it's time." Somi beams a smile at you. She stands up and turns around, spreading her cheeks, and you see the buttplug. It sparkles, the jewel at the end stands out from the pale flesh around it. You start tugging at it, slowly pulling it out. Somi's asshole tries to keep it inside but is losing the battle as it slowly stretches. Somi coos as she feels you pull on it. She's been training her ass for the past few weeks. The buttplug leaves Somi's ass with a pop, and you see her try to grasp at the missing item. You spank Somi before tugging on the back of her collar, sending her into your lap. "Who's my little whore?"

"I am; I'm your whore." Somi says with a giggle. After a while, your resistance to the situation gave way. The problem wouldn't be going away. You rub your cock between Somi's cheeks before pressing it against her asshole. "I'm ready whe-fuck!" You pull Somi onto your cock; the strong resistance feels amazing. Her ass was incredibly tight, squeezing every part of your cock. "I…feel so full, baby," Somi says through pained breath. Your cock is stretching her asshole and stirring her insides. 

"There goes your anal virginity, Somi. You're all mine." 

"I've always been yours, baby. I'm your fucktoy." You kiss Somi, feeling her submit to you. She grinds against you sending small waves of pleasure to both of you. When you start thrusting, Somi's moans fill the room. You pull on her collar to send her back down on your cock after she rises. Your other hand grips her waist, adding more strength when you slam her down. "Oh fuck!" Somi moans feeling your cock dig into her a little deeper. "Fuck me harder, baby." You drive your cock deeper into Somi as you begin thrusting with more force. Somi's breasts bounce as she rides your pole. Her ass squeezes you tightly as you split her in two. 

"Do you like having your ass fucked, Somi?"

"I fucking love it!" Somi yells as she throws her head back. You feel her ass tighten around your cock. Knowing she's on the verge of cumming you start playing with her clit. Her body shakes as Somi screams, "I'm cumming!" A few more thrusts, and you feel your orgasm approaching.  You stand up, bending Somi over and continuing to fuck her. She's folded in half, giving up using the energy to hold her upper body up. Your pelvis is smashing into Somi's ass as you impale her with your cock. 

"I'm cumming, Somi! Take it all!" You yell, filling Somi's ass with your semen.  You hold onto Somi's body, giving a few more thrusts before you pull out. Letting go of Somi's body, she falls to her knees. She collects some of your cum before tasting it. She's fully immersed in the pleasure, only to be dragged out of it as you toss Somi her phone.

A message notification appears at the top, "I finished the job earlier; I'll be home in a few days, honey." Somi's expression turns to a frown. 

"W-we can still have sex, right, baby?" She limps to you before cupping your face. "Just because he's coming back doesn't mean I can't come over. W-we can still fuck."

You knock away her hands. "You remember the deal, Somi. Once he's back, it's over."

"No, no, no! Don't say that, baby! I can- we can still keep this going! I can't live without you! I-I need you!" She yells, full of desperation. She tries to hold your face again; you swat her away. 

"Go home."

[searenbound]

I’m reposting the fic I posted last night just to test a little theory of mine. I want to see if the time I posted at ended up killing the first post or not.

Anyways please reblog if you liked it! I got impatient for y’all to see my first work after I’ve been grieving for awhile so it’s a cliffhanger ending but let me know if you want a part 2 ok? I promise to be more patient with that one!

Warnings: male masturbation, female reader, reader flirts with Sakura but no actual cheating,

Pairings: Haruka Sakura x reader, Hayato Suo x reader (mentioned)

He isn’t a pervert.

Really, he isn’t!

But he is just a man. He can’t help it if his eyes happen to glance her way from his spot in the little caffe he was dragged to.

Burning the image of her bouncing around in that little skirt she wore.

It’s not like he was trying to look, or that he’d even see anything if he had been looking internally. Despite how short it was, no one would have seen anything with the shorts she was wearing underneath.

It was probably her boyfriend’s idea, anyone could’ve seen her panties otherwise. He likely wouldn’t have wanted anyone else looking at her in such away.

Which made Sakura hate this that much more.

It wasn’t intentional, his thoughts wandered without his permission once he was home and alone.

He couldn’t help his curiosity as images of what type of underwear she possibly wore flashed through his thoughts so quickly that he didn’t even consider the reality of his situation.

Were they plain and simple and cute, made of something practical like cotton? Or maybe they were frilly with ribbons and lace and made of silk or satin?

Soon enough, he’s aching for something that’s not his to have. Throbbing and pulsing hard and cursing her name for making him want her.

He didn’t mean too let himself get so carried away. He swears he doesn’t usually care about this sort of stuff, but he slides his sweats down just enough to free his cock and a strangled groan is leaving his lips as his hand wraps around it.

He has to be the worst kind of friend, right?

His hand slides along his length and a hiss leaves his lips as he imagines it’s hers instead. He doesn’t think it’d compare.

His hands large and rough from years of fighting and her are probably soft and gentle. Well taken care of and a manicure he’d kill to see wrapped around his cock.

A sight he’s sure Suo is very used too and is probably proud of and— his hand falters— he should be ashamed.

This was his friend’s girlfriend he was thinking about! But it’s her own fault for being a shameless flirt, isn’t it?

She was always teasing, always touching and clinging on to other men, always trying to get his attention when you’d think she’d have plenty from her boyfriend.

But when he really thought about it, there was only two men she clung to like that.

One was obvious, it made sense, of course she’d want to be around Suo all the time. They were dating, so why did she cling to someone else?

Why did she go out her way to cling onto him? He wasn’t anyone special to her so why did she feel so comfortable with shameless flirting with him like she had earlier?

“Hey, hey! Haru-chan can I ask you something?” he recalls (Yn) practically purring at him.

She was leaning in too close, bright gleaming eyes sparkling with mischief and intrigue as he jumped back in surprise.

His back hitting the wall behind him, making him feel trapped in by the little wannabe predator in front of him.

He wanted to lash out and yell, wanted to challenge her for having such audacity to think she could get away with this, but then her chest was against his.

Soft and warm and plush compared to his firmer chest— his hand begins to move as recalls that fell—and she dawned a wry smile at his flustered frustrated sputtering of threats and swears that die in his throat. He thinks he’d like to make her look that pathetic, shut her up with his cock down her throat and listen to her sputtering and gagging.

His fist clenches around himself, stroking a little rougher at the thought. Imagining her in front of him, looking up at him with this wanting look.

She’d pull away for a moment and tilt her head to the side and lock her lips with that evil pink tongue of hers before speaking—

“Do you like me?” he freezes at the memory of her question

How the hell was he supposed to respond? Should he have just said no?

It’d have been easier, even if it would have been a lie, and it not like he could have said the truth there.

She was dating someone else already. Someone he was close to and, for that matter why the hell did she care for? It’s not like they could be together so— guilt quickly turns to anger at what he had overlooked in the moment.

“(Yn), don’t you think you’ve had enough fun? If you keep playing with him like that you just might kill him” Suo had chuckled with a hand on her lower back to usher her away as she whined.

“You’re no fun Yato-chan!”

Had those two been fucking with him the whole time?! Well fuck them! Now he doesn’t even feel bad about wanting to fuck his friend’s girlfriend!

In fact? Maybe he will just to teach them a lesson!

He doesn’t stop to consider that maybe that’s what they wanted from in the first place, oh well, the seed is planted now all they have to do is wait for it to grow into a plan.

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (029) balloon flowers versus roses

WORD COUNT. 1038

WARNINGS. a little timeskip from last chapter but only a couple days, yelling, arguing, just some pretty serious and mean spirited insulting, i was in really bad mood when i wrote this but let me just say again that this fictional and i know yj is better than this :]

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

SUNWOO WAS NEVER the target of the bet nor did he create it. Honestly speaking, it was never his issue at all.

Yet as he walked out of the familiar elevator, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders since the last time he'd stood in that very same spot.

The bet wasn’t technically his issue. Neither was your relationship with Yeonjun. But he could not have helped but insert himself in the very middle of it. It came down to the most important person in his life. What was he supposed to do?

Not many friends, especially best friends, would be this overjoyed that their dearest friend's relationship ended. Sunwoo, however, wasn’t like most friends. Because if it was up to him, he would lose the title of being solely your best friend as soon as humanly possible.

A smile took over his face as he turned the corner, his eyes fondly looking down at a bouquet of flowers— the very same flowers you got him too.

He hadn’t brought the balloon flowers in for any particular reason (even if he spent a greater part of the night researching the best florists near him). At first, confessing to you was on his mind. But eventually, he decided that after just coming out of a relationship like the one you had, maybe getting into another one right away wasn’t on most people’s wishlist.

And giving flowers with such a romantic meaning as a congratulatory gift for a breakup wasn’t ideal either.

So he decided that the fact that they might make you smile was enough reason for him. His own smile grew imagining your face already.

He looked up in front of him. A familiar figure making its way up to your door caught his attention.

As quick as his smile had grown, it dropped instantaneously, seeing the other visitor raise his fist to knock, roses in his free hand.

“Don’t!” Sunwoo exclaimed, his voice echoing through the empty corridor.

Yeonjun stopped in his tracks, rolling his eyes as recognition settled in.

Yeonjun straightened his back and sent a quick glance at the door before eventually facing the other man. Sunwoo walked towards him with an unreadable but dark expression on his features.

The former only chuckled, pushing his hand through his hair.

“Kim Sunwoo! Don’t you have a knack for always showing up on time to ruin the moment?”

The black, curly-haired boy move one step closer.

“I’m serious. Don’t knock. Don’t show up in front of her. Don’t attempt to get her back for the sake of a stupid bet. Don’t do that her.”

“Who are you to tell me what to do? You don’t know anything.” Yeonjun scoffed, crossing his arms.

Sunwoo paused for a few seconds, clearly in thought. He then reached into his pocket.

“Is it because of the money that you keep doing this? I was always under the impression that you were more than well off, but if you really need the money, I’ll give you everything I have. If it means you’ll stop hurting her and leave her life forever.” He said, looking down at the wallet before offering it to Yeonjun.

His expression changed from annoyance to pure anger. He roughly pushed Sunwoo’s hand down, speaking with the same rough caliber.

“Like I said, you don’t know anything. Stop talking like you do.” His hand came up to his beautifully sculpted face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not about the fucking money man. I really do love her!”

“Yeah, right! How can you say that? I mean, you have done nothing but lie, cheat, and use her! You don’t love her. You just don’t want to lose the power you have over her!” Stepping even closer, the boy holding purple flowers now also raised his voice. “I bet you don’t even know what love is to her!”

“Oh, and you do?”

“Yes! Yes, I do! Better than you ever will.”

Both of their voices bounced off the walls. In any other context, Sunwoo would be worried about getting scolded for possibly disturbing your neighbors. But he was too busy shooting an icy glare at the boy in front of him.

As Yeonjun looked away first, a part of Sunwoo wanted to celebrate the tiny victory internally. But a sarcastic laugh took his attention.

“You think you know everything just because of your silly little crush on her, don’t you?”

“What?” Sunwoo’s eyes widened, blinking a few times as if it would make sure he heard him correctly.

“You thought I didn’t know? Ha! Everyone knows. I mean, you follow her around like a lost dog. She probably does as well.” Yeonjun smirked, at the shock at the other one’s face.

Balling his fist, he tried to recollect himself and attempted to ignore the implications of his words the best he could.

“N-None of your relationship was even real ever since the second bet! Despite that, I can give her the love you weren’t able nor deserve to give her. I truly love her!”

“None of it was real. Yet she was kissing my lips. She was going on dates with me. Despite everything, she still chose me, and she will again.” He clenched his jaw, spitting words like venom, made to burn deeply. Normally, Yeonjun wouldn’t go this far but anger took over after Sunwoo’s confirmation in form of a confession of what he knew already deep down. “But even if she doesn’t, did you truly think that you had any semblance of a chance, ever?”

“She’s never ever going to see you that way and you are never going to be worthy of her. You’ll be nothing but her friend until she inevitably gets tired of you and ditches you.”

This time, Yeonjun was the one who stepped closer, tongue as sharp as an arrow, not even stopping at the obvious nauseating heart break on Sunwoo’s face.

“Because you two are simply not on the same level like me and her are, she’ll never love you.”

Before Sunwoo get a word in, the two boys heard the door creak open, making both of them look up at the figure standing in the doorway.

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[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Girl I just had an idea and I immediately went to you 😳

Ok so imagine the hantengu clones s/o stuck in a wall or a fence don't matter but like I know it gets steamy once they see their s/o in that position 🤞🏾

Dumb slayer♡

YOU'RE BRAIN IS AMAZING 🙈🙈🙈 the way I kept giggling and kicking my feet making this😆😆

Warnings: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a swordsman (but is dating the clones lol), 5some, public sex, humiliation, throat fucking, praising and Degrading, rough sex

"So... how did you manage to get yourself stuck here?" Aizetsu asked, looking at you with more pity than usual, letting you hold onto his hands for support. "W-well, I was training, and I tried to use a new breath form, and it flew me back, so I'm here now," you said, looking at Aizetsu.

"Fucking idiot" Sekido said on the other side of the wall. You and hear the loud laughter of Karaku and Urogi and you felt like dying from the embarrassment "what kind of breath form makes a human fly back in this postion!?" Urogi laughed at you harder. "If only you could see how funny you look," Karaku said.

You couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and covered your face. "Can you guys just help me out of this, please!? I can't get out, " you said, almost crying. Aizetsu was the only one who felt bad for you in this state and just moved your hands away from your face and held your hands. "Don't cry it'll make me sad..." Aizetsu looked at you with a frown.

"Even though you look ridiculous like this, it's still a great view... perfect level for me too, " Karaku said, looking at your ass. You use your muscle strength to lift your legs up and cover yourself from behind as much as possible. "Why are you hiding yourself from us? It's not like we've seen you without this skirt on before," Urogi chuckles, lifting your skirt up with his Tallons.

You looked back. You dont know why you looked back since there was just the wall you were stuck in, but you just felt a cold claw lift your skirt up and grop your ass. You turn back to Aizetsu and get a glance at his hard dick print through his pants. Aizetsu took notice and held your hands tighter. "Sorry y/n... y-you just look so cute in this position."

"Fuck yeah she gose" Karaku said pressing his thumb on the wet spot on your panties making you wiggle your hips from the pleasure. Karaku chuckles and uses his fingers to rub at your clit "I don't think I wanna help you out of this postion just yet" he said

You couldn't see the others but you could tell what they weren't going to help you until they've been satisfied. you bit your lip feeling yourself getting more and more turned on from ho Karaku kept rubbing his fingers on your clothed pussy, the sexual desire grew more and more and you made sure to look around. Aizetsu raised his eye brow "are you okay? Does it hurt being stuck like this? You poor thing..." he said.

You shake your head to Aizetsu's question, "....th-theres no one around out here, right? Except you guys, right?" You asked, and Aizetsu nodded. "Sadly no," Urogi answered with disappointment in his tone, but you know he had a big grin on his face. "Then let's make this quick, ok?".

Aizetsu pulled his cock out the second you gave the okay "stick out your tounge~ please-" he said only to be shoved by Sekido who came from the other side of the wall "you're always having her suck you off. Since you want to be fucked like a slut in public you're sucking my cock frist" he said pulling it out and Urogi groans "what about me!?" He yelled "y/n can take care of all three of us... she's done it before" Aizetsu said softly as the 3 demon men surround you with their hard cocks in your face.

Karaku stayed behind you and pulled down your panties "fuck~ usually I'd take my time tounge fucking you dumb but.." he let out a heavy sigh, sticking his long tounge out letting a huge glop of saliva fall from it onto your hole making it slide down to your pussy to lubricant it "our princess asked so nicely for us to be quick" he smirked and slowly pushes his thick cock inside you "taking me so good, like always" he said thrusting his cock I'm your tight hole

You gasped at Karaku's sudden movements not letting you adjust like usual to his size and your mouth hung open with loud moans escaping your mouth only to have Sekido's cock shoved having you quiet down. "Hurry up. Get to work," he says and lets out a groan when you Bob your head sucking him off moaning on his cock. You looked over at Aizetsu and Urogi on the opposite sides of you and use your hands to jerk them off.

"Aah~ y-y/n your hand feels so good~ squeeze my cock a little, please~" Aizetsu said already becoming a moaning mess "if only you could see yourself right now" Urogi laughed enjoying how you're struggling to suck Sekido off with your hands busy and nothing to hold on for support "but still. You look so fucking pretty like this" he said pulling your head up by your hair after a few minutes of sucking sekido's cock and then shoves his cock in your mouth "fuckk~ thats right moan on it princess" Urogi moans

"What the hell are you doing!?" Sekido yelled "oh fuck off. you had your turn" Urogi argues, thrusting his cock in your mouth "that's it, fucking take it, keep moaning on my cock it feels so good" he smirks. "I wanna hear those pretty moans too but your mouth is so full of cock isn't it y/n" Karaku teased, snapping his hips faster. grabbed your ass to see the thick white ring on his cock making him moan in satisfaction "what a pretty mess" he spanks your ass making you moan loudly.

Aizetsu was getting Impatient and pushed Urogi after a few minutes and shoves his cock in your mouth holding your head "cant wait anymore- haa~ need to cum down this pretty throat" he whimpers softly with his eyes closed "make sure to take care of the others to y/n" Aizetsu said with broken moans and starts to fuck your throat.

You're eyes began to roll back with tears filling your water line getting plesured from behind and having another thick cock fuck your throat. The sounds of your moaned while having the sounds of your throat fucked sounded like heaven to their ears but you still needed to get the job done

Sekido tapped your face, snapping you back to your sense, and grabbed your hand, groaning and moaning in anger. "How dare not focus on me. Make this hand fucking useful and make me cum" he said as you start to jerk him off faster as well as urogi. Urogi let's out a laugh mixed with moans "look at her eyes rolling back, she's already fucked out! Keep making that face y/n" he said as his cock has pre cum leaking from it.

"You're close, aren't you? Cum on my cock slut i know you want- no you need too" Karaku said leaning down just enough to have his fingers rub on your clit as he pounds into you and moaned at how you clenched around him "fuck princess, fuck~ gonna cum- cumming, cumming!" Karaku moaned as he cums deep inside.

You moan loudly on Aizetsu's cock sending a Pleasurable vibration on his cock when you came on Karaku's. "Take it all. please, please, please" Aizetsu begs and trembles as he cums down your throat.

Urogi and Sekido came moments later getting it on your hand but some getting on your face, Aizetsu pulls his cock mouth your mouth and gasped letting your head fall but Aizetsu lifting up your chin "good girl" he says and kisses your forehead

"Not bad, this is a nice look on your" Sekido comments with a smirk on his face and Urogi chuckling at your weak form clinging onto Aizetsu.

Karaku spreads you open watching his cum leaking out of you and run down your legs "nah, she looks a lot better from back here~"

[chuuya4040]

Imagine if Chuuya and Dazai in the PM days had accidentally gotten themselves on wanted posters that were plastered across for all of Yokohama to see.

Wanted posters weren’t unnecessarily uncommon within the Port Mafia. Usually it was low level grunts, who had the misfortune of having an unflattering photo of themselves plastered across the city, all for the citizens to walk past and be wary of. However, it was of utmost importance that high level mafia personnels remain anonymous to ensure that they never get recognised by the public.

“I think they really captured your angry, chibi face and ugly red hair well, don’t you think?”

However, two teenage boys happened to break this rule.

“Hah?! That looks nothing like me or my hair, it looks like some sewer rat!”

“Exactly my point, it is accurate!”

Two teenage boys who happened to also be the most dangerous duo in the underworld.

“Fuck off! Yours looks like you don’t have basic hygiene and haven’t even showered in days– oh wait, that’s actually true!”

“Hmph, I’d say the rough look they’ve given me gives me charm.”

“Yeah, a charm that says stay ten feet away from this man unless you want to catch a disease.”

Both boys yell at each other on a busy street in the city, screaming obscenities and accusations of their appearance to one another only growing louder and louder by the minute.

Each of them had been horrified by their own posters when they stumbled upon them on their way back from a mission. Whoever the artist was, clearly did not have a good eye for this profession.

Chuuya rips the poster off the wall, nearly ripping it in half in the process. “That looks nothing like me, just watch” he declares and approaches the first person he sees.

“Excuse me,” the redhead stops an elderly lady, a sweet faux smile on his face, “my.. friend thinks this looks like me, would you agree?”

The older woman blinks for a few moments, dazed by the random interaction and narrows her eyes at the poster before shaking her head “Oh, no you look nothing like that person!”

Chuuya looks at Dazai with a victorious smirk, his mind already forming of how he can make the bandaged bastard suffer.

He claimed his victory too quickly it seemed.

She continues with a small chuckle, “you’re just a sweet little thing aren't you?” The elderly woman coos, “you could possibly never look that menacing!” She fondly says, pinching his cheeks.

An uncontrollable giggle bursts out behind him, the gross (heavenly) noise reverberating in Chuuya’s brain and a constant reminder of his humiliation. His cheeks grew warm and red as his own hair, and in that moment with the woman's innocent smile and his partner's evergrowing giggle, he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

“And what about me?~” Dazai muses, a splitting grin on his face, a face that knows he has won.

The woman steps closer to investigate the poster, her eyebrows narrowing in question before they rise on her forehead and she turns pale. “Oh.. oh yes that does look like you. How strange..”

Dazai’s mouth hangs open in bewilderment, and a hearty, uncontrollable laugh bounces off the walls of the city.

Hushed tears blur the redhead's vision as he watches the elderly woman apologize and swiftly make her exit at the realization of who they are.

“Y-you.. You must be mistaken! Please, I definitely look more handsome than this, just look at me!” Dazai yells out after her, despair and horror clinging onto his voice as he watches her disappear into the busy crowd.

The brunet rounds on his partner, irritation leaking in his single eye when he yells, “what are you laughing at?! You are so small she thought you were a child!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Chuuya yells, annoyance dancing through his veins before he huffs in resignation. He begins walking towards headquarters, leaving before a dazed partner before blurting, “don’t sweat it, yeah? You look good half the time anyways.” Checkmate, Chuuya thought.

“Chuu–.. Chuuya, Chuuya! What do you mean by that? Is the slug finally admitting his undying love for me?!”

“Shut. Up!”

If years later they now have those exact wanted posters in a small frame in their shared apartment, that is no one’s business to know except their own.

[rhimestonetalks]

White Raven

Warnings: Dark content, spit kink, creepy behavior, non-con, cumming like everywhere, overall shitty Leon, mentions of stalking, he's rough with it, mentions of previous non-con, mentions of kidnapping (only at the end), breaking n entering, borderline somnophilia, abuse

A/N: I've shared this idea with someone b4 but now i'm going into FULL description bc yummm icky Leon

For the past two weeks, you've been waking up every morning with drool leaking from the corners of your mouth. You assumed you just had a habit to drool a lot in your sleep so you started leaving tissues on your bedside table so you can wipe that drool away when you wake up. It became a recurring thing that you just got used to. You saw nothing wrong with how much drool there was when you woke up, it seemed normal to you. It became normal to you. Unfortunately, it was anything but normal. The truth was much more sickening that you could possibly imagine, more sickening than anyone could imagine, and you were about to find out that truth in the worst way possible. At 3:00AM, the time typically associated with demons. They aren't far off on their assumptions honestly.

You barely awoke to the sound of your bedroom door creaking open. You were only half awake, your eyes still closed but your ears listening to the sounds in the room. Think of it as a defense mechanism, a safety protocol your body had set in place. Not like it would ever help you. It was only when whatever was in here started walking towards you did your eyes open just a little. All you could see in the darkness was a figure slowly starting to creep onto your bed.

You closed your eyes again, assuming it was just some sleep paralysis demon your brain conjured up to scare you. You've experienced this once or twice before and you knew you could ignore it to make it leave so of course you'd close your eyes and silently prayed it would leave. It didn't go away though. It wasn't going to go away. Not yet, not now, and probably ever. It's hand gripped your jaw and forced your mouth open. Why could you feel it? They've never touched you before and you really didn't expect it to be this realistic. In fact, it was unnerving. Your heart rate picked up and you tried not to breathe. You were sure it would disappear if you displayed no reaction.

but it didn't. It didn't go away. and now you were terrified. In a panic, you opened your eyes only to see a man. This wasn't sleep paralysis. Someone had broke into your house and was now on top of you. Out of nowhere, he spat into your mouth which he held open with his rough hand and suddenly everything clicked. You haven't been uncontrollably drooling for the past two weeks. This man had been entering your house and spitting over and over into your mouth.

Now your brain was in fight or flight mode. You weren't just going to sit back and let him do this because what the fuck? You were quick to try push him off but, unfortunately for you, this guy had a quick reaction time and he was incredibly strong. You didn't even have time to react by the time he had your arms pinned down with just one hand. You kept trying to struggle free, not wanting to see what happens next.

"Stop fucking struggling, it'll hurt more," he says with anger evident in his tone. You recognized that voice. Where did you recognize it from? Who knows. Who cares, frankly, he's clearly a sicko. "Get off of me!" you yell out and all you get in response is punched and fuck it stung. It dazed you for a few short seconds and all you could feel was blood slowly falling from your nose.

The daze didn't last long because you snapped back to reality when he started pulling your pants down. Oh fuck no. You started struggling again and, in response, he wrapped his hand around your throat, choking you. It wasn't long before both his and your pants were off and you knew that meant only one thing.

"It's your fault for struggling, if you had just sat there and taken it like a good girl we wouldn't be here," he says but you're too dazed to process what he's saying, you're just trying to breathe. He wasn't gentle at all. He had no respect, no moral, no fucks to give. He had been through hell and he believed he deserved all the gifts in the world, including you.

He thrusted in without any prep and, god, it hurt like hell. He was rough, and cruel, and he only cared about his own pleasure. His hips were ramming against yours and you were incredibly overwhelmed. Maybe you should've listened to him, maybe you should've just sat there and taken it. At least then he wouldn't do this and you could've just moved countries the next day. Oh god, now you were being manipulated into blaming yourself. You couldn't help it, not when all you could feel was him fucking you with no remorse while choking you to the brink of passing out. Could this count as torture? It should.

"I'm gonna make a fucking mess of you," he spoke through grunts while keeping his fast pace. You were sure you were about to cum but that was short lived when he pulled out and stroked his cock a few times before cumming all over you. Fucking.. gross. "I hope you didn't think you'd get to cum, you've been nothing but a bitch to me," he spoke again while looking down at you. Maybe he was a sleep paralysis demon, he certainly was a monster.

He spat again, right on your face and even had the audacity to use his hand and rub it around. You felt disgusted, humiliated, and worthless but, at least it was over, right? Wrong, his hand around your neck suddenly tightened and you started seeing black dots in your vision.

"I'm gonna keep you locked away with me so I can use that tight little pussy everyday," he said and the last thing on your mind was how absolutely fucked you were before you felt him thrust right back in.

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